Title: First Aid Knowledge Comes in Handy
Summary: Miguel believes taking a first aid course is boring! He'll never use what he learnt in real life. But that was before Kai twisted his ankle and needs some special first aid that Miguel is more than willing to give him.
Pairings: Miguel/Kai
Warnings: Fluff! Request fic.
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade.

Hi there! This is for Tanuki who requested a Miguel/Kai fic with the theme of Miguel knowing first aid and helping Kai. X3 Who was I to resist such a cute idea? I hope you enjoy, beautiful!! I had a lot of fun writing it!

Walking out of the tall BBA funded building; Miguel steps out into the afternoon sun, a frown marring his usually placid face as he stares up at the sun, shielding his eyes with his arm.

"This first aid course is a waste of time," he gripes as he turns to his companion, a certain silver haired teammate of his.

Clutching a couple of books to his chest, Claude gives his blonde haired captain and best friend a pained look, looking as though he has heard that statement a million times before. "Miguel, I think it's important that we learn first aid. It might come in handy in the future."

Miguel gives a crude snort. "Yeah, right," he mutters as the two begin walking through the busy streets, trying their best not to bump into anyone. "The next time you cut your finger let me know so I can come running to your rescue."

Claude rolls his eyes at Miguel's obviously sarcastic antics, giving him another weary look as they wait to cross the street. "You can get so sarcastic when you're annoyed."

Miguel chooses to ignore that remark simply because of the fact there is no defense against it. He knows he tends to become sarcastic when he's annoyed, he can't seem to help it. At least he isn't loud and abusive when he's annoyed, unlike a certain Beyblade world champion he can name.

"I understand the concept of first aid," Miguel says as he waves his first aid manual in front of him in an irate manner. "But our instructor sounds like he has no idea what he's doing. It wouldn't be so bad if he did."

Claude sighs just as the light goes green, allowing him and others around him to cross the road in moderate safety. "I must admit he does seem to waffle on a lot."

"Claude, he spent half an hour today talking about finger nails," Miguel says tersely as he narrows his eyes a little. "That has nothing to do with first aid."

"Just stick it out a little longer, please?" Claude asks, the tone of his voice tittering on the edge of pleading with him. "We have our exam next week."

"Lucky he gave us first aid manuals," Miguel mutters as he looks down at the said book in his hands. "If we relied on what he taught us, we'd all fail."

A sigh escapes his lips and he shakes his head as he shoves a hand into one of his pockets. He tilts his head back to look up at the tall buildings with a hint of blue sky. It's mid afternoon and he doesn't feel like heading back to his hotel room, although it is rather classy and spacious. It has a great view of the city, but he doesn't feel like being inside at the moment. He was inside for a few hours today for this stupid course. "Hey, you heading back to the hotel?" he asks the silent teen next to him.

Claude turns and gives him a thoughtful look as he hums a little. "Yeah, I think I will."

"I don't feel like going inside yet," Miguel explains as the two stop their movements. "I think I might go for a walk. Could you take my book with you?"

"Sure," Claude nods as he takes the text book in his hand, placing it with the books he's already carrying and holds them against his chest once again. "I'll see you later," he says as he gives a small smile and continues on his way to his current residence.

Miguel watches for a moment until he is nearly gone from his sight before turning on his heel and heading towards the bay area where a park is located near the water. He has spent a many an afternoon sitting in that park, simply thinking to himself and getting away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It's quite and peaceful, but some afternoons he has to dodge kids trying to take to their skateboards.

Stopping suddenly, Miguel watches as said projectile spears across his path, not a kid in sight. This board must have really gotten away from its rider. If he wasn't paying attention, that thing could have caused some serious damage to his person.

Taking the moment to watch the skateboard, Miguel looks up to see a certain dual haired enigma and a smile immediately appears on his face. Looks like Kai is back from his business trip in Russia. He was there for two weeks; he left pretty much the same day Miguel and his teammates arrived in Japan, which annoyed both teens. They've grown close over the last few months, often speaking over the phone or email. And Miguel isn't ashamed to admit that he has a crush on the beautiful Russian.

The reason why he hasn't told Kai is because…well, he's a male, dammit. They don't talk about their feelings. He's better at showing it then speaking it, anyway.

Kai is hurrying down the path, looking at his phone with a slight frown on his lips. He appears to be annoyed by something, will frustrated is probably a better. But he doesn't appear to be looking where he is going. Which means, he probably doesn't see the skateboard heading straight towards him?

Oh, crap…

A look of concern appears on Miguel's face and he is about to yell out a word of caution for Kai to hear but it's too late. The skateboard taps Kai's ankle lightly, but it startles him, causing the teen to stumble forward only to roll his ankle. He utters a sound of surprise and he falls to the ground, landing on his side, appearing to land heavily on his elbow. The skateboard rolls to a stop on the grass, looking harmless and innocent.

Miguel is immediately by Kai's side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as Kai suddenly convulses forward, clutching his arm to his chest.

"Argh!" Kai hisses, rubbing his elbow with his other hand in an almost frantic manner, squeezing his eyes shut. He bites his lip, appearing to be in a bit of pain.

"What's wrong?" Miguel asks, his concern increasing when Kai doesn't seem to realize he's there.

"I landed on my funny bone," Kai eventually hisses through his teeth, still rubbing his arm. "Jesus Christ, that hurts!"

Miguel's concern deflates a little as the reaction brings a small smile on his face. "Let me have a look," he orders softly, taking Kai's arm in his hand.

"Huh?" Kai mutters, seemingly just realizing that someone is there with him and he turns his head to look up at Miguel with surprise on his face. "Miguel?"

Miguel flashes Kai a smile as he gently takes Kai's elbow in his hands, gently trailing his fingers of the nobly bone of his elbow, noting that it will most likely have a bruise there later on. Good thing he landed on the grass and not the cement path.

Relying on what he learnt during his first aid lessons; Miguel tries to determine whether the injury is serious or just an annoyance for the next few days. He certainly hopes Kai doesn't have a fracture, which would really annoy the teen.

Hey! First aid knowledge does come in handy. Who knew?

"It's ok, I know first aid," he reassures as he carefully tries to bend Kai's arm. "Can you bend it? Does it hurt?"

Kai visibly winces when he bends and straightens his arms a couple of times. "Yeah. I'm all right; it's just hurts because I landed on it wrong."

"How's your ankle?" Miguel asks as he turns his attention to the lower limb. "You had an awkward landing."

"Now that you've mentioned it," Kai says as he gingerly places his foot on the ground, trying to put a little pressure on it, but immediately lifting it off the ground when he does so. "It's starting to really hurt now."

"Let me have a look." Carefully, Miguel pulls back the leg of Kai's pants and takes his shoe off. He lightly trails his fingers over the limb and notices that it's immediately starting to become swollen. There is also a sign of bruising to come where the skateboard impacted his ankle. "It's starting to swell," he murmurs, his brow creasing with concern. "You better not put any pressure on it or you'll make it worst."

Kai gives a small nod as he looks down at his ankle as well, a look of annoyance and frustration appearing on his face. "Did I sprain it or just twisted it?"

"It doesn't matter," Miguel replies quickly, covering the injured limb with his hand softly. "You still can't walk on it."

"I'll be fine," Kai replies quickly, wanting nothing more than to get back up on his feet. He hates feeling useless whenever he gets injured. He prefers to work through the pain and discomfort. He'll hobble back to the dojo, strap it up and be on his way. "I have things I need to do today."

Miguel rolls his eyes skywards at the typical Kai response. "Well, I suggest you cancel those plans or use the phone because there is no way I'm letting you walk on that ankle," he tells the teen with a firm voice, giving him a stern stare. "It looks far too painful."

Kai gives the blonde an indignant look, pouting at the way he seems to be commanding him. He is about to comment that surely this blonde would have better things to do than watch over him, but then he recalls a previous conversation he had with Miguel over the phone would told him point blank that he isn't a burden and to get over it.

"Well, then what do you suggest we do?" he finally asks, albeit grumbling under his breath.

Miguel feels a hint of smugness when he realizes that Kai is going to be following his orders for the next couple of hours. How many people can say they ordered Kai around and live to tell about it? "I'll take you back to my place."

"And how are we going to do that?" Kai asks, a pout still gracing his lips.

"I'll carry you, of course," Miguel replies bluntly, causing Kai to snap his head up and stare at him in surprise. He notices with a smile that Kai appears to be blushing a delectable light pink.

"What?" Kai stutters.

Miguel bites the inside of his mouth to stop himself from laughing at the reaction. "Climb onto my back," he says before giving Kai a somewhat teasing grin. "It's either this way or I'll throw you over my shoulder."

Kai blushes darker at the prospect of being thrown over Miguel's shoulder like a sack of potatoes and quickly shakes his head. "Fine," he mutters, allowing Miguel to kneel down in front of him and slips onto his back, his arms moving to wrap around Miguel's neck as he slips his own arms under Kai's knees and hoists him effortlessly off the ground.

"You ok?" Miguel asks as he starts to walk, giving a cheeky grin when Kai mutters with embarrassment. "Don't worry; I'll take the back way so no one will see you."

"You do that," Kai mutters.

This originally was going to be an oneshot, but it's now going to be a two shot. That seems to be happening to me a lot lately X3 Cute fluffiness in the next chapter!

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