Title: Pyjama Game
Summary: Michael doesn't know what to do when he spots Kai wearing a pyjama top that Miguel was wearing the night before. No one else is suspicious, but his curiosity won't leave him alone!
Pairings: Miguel/Kai, Tala/Michael
Warnings: Yaoi, fluff, Twoshot.
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade.

X3 Yep, another secret relationship found out through different means. I couldn't help myself, I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1:

Stretching his arms over his head, Michael releases a soft noise of relaxation before slumping back into his seat, turning his gaze back to the flat screen TV that is mounted on the wall in the corner of the room.

Everyone, that means all the teams that have been involved with any of the three championships, have been granted a free holiday on the behalf of the BBA. He's not sure why the BBA has granted this, but he hears that Tyson can be very persistent when he wants something bad enough.

However, there are no girls with them at present, as they are in another part of the hotel. There's only a handful of them, anyway, nothing like the amount of guys there are.

He's actually glad that the girls are separated from the guys in the hotel, they can do what they want, say what they want and be real pricks if they wanted without the fear of offending one of those bossy girls. And it's nice to have a night where neither Hilary nor Julia is yelling at them for apparent inappropriate behaviour.

Currently, they are sitting in the lounge room, the TV on with the news, all of them wearing their night attire, not caring if someone is wearing pyjamas with little Beyblades on them or just a pair of boxer shorts.

A few of his fellow bladers have already snuck off to bed, to either sleep or to hide for a while in privacy.

Lifting his head out of the palm of his hand, Michael notices that Kai and Miguel are both lingering near the doorway of the room as they speak quietly to each other. Kai is wearing a simple white button up shirt that has the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows and simple black boxers, while Miguel is wearing a set of dark blue pyjamas with a white shirt underneath the short sleeved top.

He doesn't know what the two are saying to each other, but it doesn't really matter. It's not uncommon to see the two of them together; they've been inseparable since this whole vacation started. They are often seen together, just the two of them alone. They are always going out for walks together and Kai actually looks happy and somewhat content in his presence, so no one has said anything to them. It's rare enough seeing Kai crack a smile, let alone one that actually has a sense of contentment to it.

However, they're not the only two who seemed to have formed a strong bond. In fact, many of the bladers seem to be growing close friendships with those from rival teams.

Michael, himself, has actually starting to get along with Tala Ivanov of the Russian team. Despite Emily and Steve's insistence that they are all evil, the Russian bladers, Michael knows better. They all possess quite amusing character traits that make them incredibly interesting to know as people.

Tala can be incredibly funny when he wants to be, Bryan is a deranged adrenaline junkie, Spencer is well informed with most medical procedures and Ian desperately wants to be a bomb technician when he gets older.

"It's getting late," Tala suddenly comments next to him as he too spies Miguel and Kai bidding each other good night and those around him nod their heads in silent agreement. He then turns to look in Michael's direction while everyone else slips away to their appointed rooms. "You are heading off as well?"

Once again, Michael stretches his limbs and nods his head. "Might as well."

Tala nods and climbs to his feet, offering a hand for Michael to take, which is does with a sense of gratitude and pulls him to his feet to stand next to him. "See ya later," he says as a form of goodnight.

"Night, Tala," Michael says with a smile and heads to his room, feeling Tala's eyes on his back, waiting to make sure he takes those few steps to his room in peace and safety. He glances over his shoulder as he closes the door, momentarily catching a glance of the observing redhead.

Michael likes Tala, though he'd never tell anyone. Tala isn't as bad as a few of the others make him out to be. Sure, he can be impulsive at the best of times, but he's a nice, down to earth guy who isn't afraid of anything. He's the only person who can make Judy stutter incoherently from his witty retorts and the only one who isn't afraid of Kai when he's in full-fledge mother-hen mode.

God help anyone who gets on the wrong side of Kai when his maternal instincts kick in. He's seen the result of it and it ain't pretty.

Walking over to his bed, Michael lifts the covers and slips under, snuggling into the pillow and blankets. Thank goodness that they are on vacation; he can sleep in tomorrow! Something he hasn't done for a while now.

A soft smile graces his lips as he wonders what tomorrow will bring.

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The sounds of people talking with hushed, but urgent voices arouse Michael from his sleep. Reluctantly lifting his head off his pillow, he forces his eyes to open and painfully glances at the clock next to his bed.

Seven am in the morning?! He's on vacation; seven am is not suppose to exist while he's on vacation!

Muttering darkly under his breath, Michael rolls over, only to fall out of bed, hitting the floor with a thud. More curses follow, this time only a lot more colourful and he slowly staggers to his feet. Rubbing his side, he limps over to his door and flings it open, a scowl on his face at being awoken in the morning so early.

"What the hell is all the noise about?" he asks, only to blink his eyes in confusion when he sees Tala, Lee and Hiro talking out in the hallway. They immediately turn to him with slightly guilty expressions that have a small hint of annoyance underneath.

"The munchkins are in the kitchen again, causing havoc," Tala explains to him with a wince on his scowling face. "We better get Kai out here. I don't like waking him like this as he needs to get some sleep, but I also don't want to head in there without backup."

Michael nods his head feverishly, he too, not wanting to be the one to walk into that battlefield without the guiding grace of Kai next to him. That enigma could walk through a blazing fire and come out the other side unharmed.

"I'll get him," Michael says. "Make sure they don't leave the kitchen."

Tala nods and races back down stairs with Hiro and Lee close behind as Michael turns on his heel and walks to the end of the hallway where Kai's room is situated. It's at the very end of the hallway where he has a sense of privacy, but can also make sure that everyone else is alright if anything should happen and they had to flee the building in haste.

That is so typical of Kai, a mother-hen through and through.

Kai is the only one, out of everyone here, who can easily apprehend the three munchkins, aka Ian, Kevin and Daichi as they are now known as, with the utmost ease. He's the only one who can anticipate their moves and the only one quick enough to catch all three of them. He has this aura about him that instantly calms a situation, and authority like manner that demands respect.

"Kai!" Michael calls through the door as he knocks on it with a sense of urgency. Who knows what kind of horror the three munchkins have done to the kitchen of this hotel. "Quick, the three munchkins have broken into the kitchen!"

There's a noise of someone stumbling out of bed and then the sound of the chain link on the door being thrown off in haste. A split second later, the door flings open and Kai is standing there, his clothes and hair in slight disarray as his brow furrows in mild anger.

"What? Again?" he hisses as he slams the door shut behind him and begins marching down the hallway, Michael trailing close behind him as he mutters words of murderous intent under his breath. "When I get my hands on those three..."

Michael suddenly furrows his brow as he takes a good look at Kai's choice of shirt. It's a deep midnight blue, short sleeved pyjama top that appears a little too big for him. He is sure that Kai wasn't wearing that last night. "...Where did you get that shirt from?" he asks literally out of the blue.

Kai immediately freezes as if he just realizes something very important and significant, and subconsciously pulls at the collar of his shirt. "Er, it's just something I pick up."

"It's a good colour," Michael ends up saying, Kai's reply doing very little to quell a sense of suspicion that is now taking up residency in his chest. He, however, doesn't have much time to contemplate that interesting little fact as they have reached the kitchen.

Immediately, Kai walks past the three older males guarding the door, who rightfully step out of his way. Hiro is apologizing repeatedly to the hotel staff and owner, who are all wearing expressions of annoyance of all varieties. However, they too, take a step back when Kai appears, his gaze blazing with anger.

"What the hell do the three of you think you are doing?!" Kai yells as he steps into the kitchen, the doors falling shut behind him, blocking everyone's view of what is about to transpire.

Michael, along with everyone else, winces when they hear cries of innocence from the younger males, the three of them claiming to be merely having fun. However, Kai is quick to inform them that trashing a hotel's kitchen was not a form of fun or amusement.

Suddenly, the doors fly open and three short males appear, all of them kneeling on the ground, their heads bowed as they appear sad and sorry for themselves.

"We're extremely sorry for all the chaos we have caused this morning," they say all at once, at exactly the same time and pitch. "We apologize for the inconvenience."

Michael can't help but whistle, impressed that Kai actually made the three of them apologize with sincerity. Usually, they offer a cheekily 'sorry' before taking off to cause more trouble. Is it any wonder that they always turn to Kai when the three munchkins are making nuisances of themselves?

How does he do it?

Kai appears a moment later, his hands on his hips in a form of disapproval and narrows his eyes at the three males. "Right, if you lot have finish making complete asses of yourselves, I'm going back to bed."

"Back to bed?" Michael mutters in confusion as Kai walks past him. "But, aren't you normally up at this time of the morning anyway?"

Kai stills in his steps, his back ridged and tense. "Believe it or not I like to sleep in occasionally," he mutters, causing Michael to raise his eyebrows toward his hairline. He swears that there's a sense of embarrassment in his voice.

"Er, sure," he mutters as Kai starts walking again and he turns back to his fellow captains, who seem to have missed that little exchange as they are too busy scowling their younger teammates.

"I'm going back to bed as well," Michael mutters as he turns around and begins his journey back to his room. Along the way, he meets several other teens popping their heads out of their rooms, all looking at him through bleary eyes. He simply tells them that it's nothing to worry about and go back to bed, to which they promptly do.

However, while telling Max that Kai has taken care of everything, he almost collides with Miguel as he turns around to his room again. He immediately mutters a quick apology, which Miguel counters with his own.

It took Michael a moment to really look at the Spaniard before a sudden jolt of realization hit him square in the chest and he reels back in shock. "Gah!"

"What?" Miguel says as he too reels back in surprise, his blue eyes widening in alarm before furrowing his brow in confusion. "My hair doesn't look that bad."

"Y-your pants," Michael finds himself stuttering incoherently.

Miguel's confusion only grows and he raises an eyebrow at him. "You have a problem with my pants?"

"I, er, no, of course not," Michael stutters as he backs away slowly, knowing that he is probably making a fool of himself, but he can't help it. He just realize something, and it's something big!

"Heh. Gotta go!" he says as he suddenly turns on his heel and dashes to his room, throwing open the door and then intentionally slamming it shut behind him as he leans against it.

That shirt Kai was wearing just now, it's a dark blue, the same colour as Miguel's pants, the same colour of the shirt Miguel was wearing last night but not wearing now. It makes a tiny bit of sense now, the realization and recognition upon first seeing it.

That shirt that Kai was wearing was Miguel's shirt! Why would Kai be wearing it now?

A light blush suddenly graces Michael's cheeks and he swallows thickly. Could the two of them be...together?

Dammit, dammit, dammit! Now, Michael has to find out for sure if Kai and Miguel are dating or not. His curiosity won't leave him alone until he does.

It's going to be a long day...

Aw, poor Mikey. This was going to be a oneshot, but I decided to make it a twoshot. More fun that way X3

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