Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Calling a Truce ❯ Part One: Letters from Russia ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Calling a Truce

Author: Kameko-chan

Part One: Letters from Russia

Pairings: Kai/Wyatt, Kai/Ray, Kai/Tala

Warnings: Ray being an annoying fanboy, Wyatt being an annoying fanboy... remember darlings, it's in the spirit of fun, so don't get mad because I made your precious Ray totally OOC.

...Wyatt, however, is totally IC. I'm sorry, but fanboy-ing is just what he does.

Oh yeah, and watch out for swearing and some innuendo, as well as gratuitous use of the word `kinky'.

Enjoy!

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The two boys glared daggers at each other from across the room.

"Ray," the shorter said curtly.

"Wyatt," said the other, his normally kind and smiling face contorted with a vicious sneer. "Is it Christmas already?" he asked, gesturing to Wyatt's red and green schoolboy ensemble.

The other rolled his eyes. "Nice one, you come up with that all by yourself? Besides," a condescending grin pulled at the corners of his mouth, "the school makes me wear this. What's your excuse, butt-flap boy?"

Ray hissed. "That's it, your ass is grass, mister!" he cried, lunging towards Wyatt with raised fists.

"Bring it on, pussy-cat!!"

"You're asking for it!!!"

"What are you guys doing?"

Ray and Wyatt froze, Ray's fist about an inch from Wyatt's nose and Wyatt's fingers tangled in Ray's hair, ready to yank. Uttering quiet squeaks of surprise, the two sprang apart.

"Kai!" Ray said cheerily, grinning as he took one of the stoic boy's arms. "You're just in time, I was about to cook dinner. I need a taste-tester, and only the most exquisite palate will do!"

"Sorry to disappoint you, Raymond," Wyatt said, spitting out Ray's name like it was poison, "but Kai promised to practice with me this afternoon." He grabbed Kai's other arm and shot a venomous glare at his feline-featured rival.

Kai sighed. `Sometimes,' he thought as Ray and Wyatt proceeded to play tug-of-war with his person, `it's really hard being the sexy, broody one. Especially when you live with a couple of psychotic fanboys.'

Ray and Wyatt were so busy screaming at each other that they didn't notice Kai slip out of his arm guards (which he'd unearthed from the back of the closet that morning… thank the gods that urged him to put them on…) and slink silently out the door. One would think that the object of their rival affections would warrant a bit more attention, but what are ya gonna do?

"Why would Kai want to go spend time with blah, boring, you when he could be alone with sexy, scintillating, me?" Ray flipped back his currently loose ebony locks as if to prove his sexiness, choosing to ignore the fact that said act caused his hair to get static-y like nobody's business.

"Sexy? Hah! Who'd want to go out with a mutant freak show like you? Besides, I'm waaaaaayyyyy cuter!" Wyatt stuck out his tongue, the universal gesture of `so there'.

Ray glared and made another unmistakable gesture, and a very rude one at that.

"Sonnova…"

"Oi!"

At the sound of a voice that wasn't the other's shouting various profanities, the bickering duo whipped around to face an exasperated-looking Tyson. "Either of you two loons seen Kai?" he asked quickly, a mere glance telling him that he did NOT want to get involved. "I've got mail for him."

"Are you blind, Tyson?" Ray said irritably. "He's right…" Ray looked at the empty gauntlet he held in a death-lock, "…here." He glared at Wyatt and bopped him on the head with the fashion accessory turned weapon. "What'd you do with him, whore?!"

"Owwww…" Wyatt rubbed the spot where Ray hit, then retaliated in kind. "I didn't do anything with him, skank! What'd YOU do with him?!"

The rivals commenced dueling with the gauntlets, which made surprisingly good foils. Determined more than ever to not get involved in this one, Tyson merely rolled his eyes and went in search of Kai… heavily scented envelope with a Russian postmark leaving a sweet-smelling trail in his wake.

A few minutes later, realization finally hit the two bumbling, love-struck fools, who promptly dropped their weapons and went running.

"Tysoooonnnnn!!! Who's sending mail to Kai?!!"

***

An hour later, Ray and Wyatt declared a temporary truce to commence Operation: Steal the Letter. Earlier, they had followed Tyson to Kai's hiding place under the basement stairs (which both noted for future reference) and watched in shock as his expression went from annoyance at their intrusion, to curiosity at receiving the letter, to a full-body blush upon reading said letter. The pale prettyboy then muttered something about needing to take a shower and dashed off in a blink, leaving the three remaining persons shocked and confused.

Naturally, our two boys were very intrigued at the contents of this letter, which had made the object of their shared lust react in a way that months of innuendo-filled conversations and dirty little hints had not even come close to inducing. Hence, Operation: Steal the Letter.

It was a simple plan, really. Every night after dinner, Kai would spend an hour reading in the living room (he was halfway through `Lord of the Rings, Return of the King' on this particular night). All Ray and Wyatt had to do was sneak into Kai's room during his reading time, find the letter, read it through quickly, then stick it back where they found it. Kai, they thought, would never be the wiser.

What they didn't plan for, however, was Kai still being in possession of the letter when their intricate little plan was to commence, which, of course, is what happened. Needless to say, this put a bit of a kink in their plans (and not the good kind of kink, either). But no one ever accused our boys of being unable to improvise, and so here's how things played.

First, Ray sauntered up to Kai and plopped himself in the boy's lap. Kai, while annoyed, was quite used to behavior like this, and had learned long ago that ignoring Ray would get him away quickly. So, Kai continued to read his book while Ray batted his eyelashes in his perfected (though useless on this particular specimen) I'm-a-vulnerable-uke-boy-take-me-now style.

`Moron,' Kai thought idly as Ray abandoned the fluttery lashes approach and began chattering on about all of Kai's virtues. Kai just kept ignoring the boy on his lap, until Ray also abandoned the complimenting routine and took an entirely new approach.

Kai face turned bright red as he felt the distinct presence of a hand on his ass. That was the last straw! He could take the lewd comments, the unending innuendo, the flying glomps and the incessant all-around fanboy-ing behavior, but he was NOT a squeeze toy, damn it all!

Enraged, Kai placed his novel on the table beside his chair, grabbed Ray by the ear, and tossed him out the door, which he then barricaded with a desk and several armchairs. Then he went back to his book.

On the other side of the door, Ray rubbed his throbbing ear pitifully and gave Wyatt a glare. "Nice idea, genius. You know he hates being groped."

The younger boy just sighed. "Did you get the letter or not?"

Ray pulled the slightly crumpled paper out of his front pocket in response.

"So my plan worked, and that's all that matters. Besides, I didn't see you coming up with any brilliant ideas."

"Shut up, schoolboy." Ray tucked the letter back in its hiding place and looked around suspiciously. "Now let's go read this thing and get it back to Kai before he or anyone else realizes it's missing, otherwise we'll be more screwed than we already are."

"Fine." Wyatt glanced around. "My room's closest."

"Whatever."

Wyatt's room was on the first level, just down the hall. The two walked the short distance in silence, even when Wyatt stubbed his toe on a doorframe and hopped about screeching noiseless curses. Only when the rivals-turned-cohorts were in the safety of the locked room did Ray bring out the letter again, and they dared speak.

"It looks like it's postmarked Russia," Ray said, eyeing the envelope with restrained malice.

"That would make sense," Wyatt reasoned, "since that's his homeland. It's logical that he has friends, relatives, or other obligations there."

Ray raised a single eyebrow. "I don't know about you, but I don't think any relatives or friends of his would be sending perfumed letters."

"Good point. Way to use your brain for once, Raymond."

"Don't make me hurt you."

"Shut up." Wyatt removed the letter from the envelope. "This will answer all of our questions."

"It's written in Russian," Ray pointed out, "how are we supposed to read it?"

"Easy!" Wyatt whipped out a pair of reading glasses from his jacket pocket. "I'm fluent in Russian!"

"Isn't that convenient," Ray muttered dryly.

Wyatt shot a disapproving frown in Ray's direction. "Don't be pouty just because I took the time to learn Kai's native language and you didn't."

"I'm not pouty!" Ray whined in a distinctly pouty fashion. "He'd probably think it was creepy if he knew you could speak fluent Russian, anyways."

"Newsflash, Ray-he already thinks we're both creepy." Wyatt scanned the letter. "Just because we can't restrain our fanboy-ish tendencies when he walks into a room, we're automatically deemed insane."

Ray regarded the other boy thoughtfully. "You're making a lot of sense for once, Wy. Hell, I think that if you weren't chasing after my man, I would've liked you."

"YOUR man?"

"I saw him first."

"Shut up!"

"So, what's the letter say?" Ray asked, deciding to put the conversation back on track. He leaned over Wyatt's shoulder and looked at the neat, even, writing on the letter, but could not make any sense of it. "Does it say who it's from?"

Wyatt batted Ray away distractedly; he hated it when people read over his shoulder. He turned his attention back to the letter and frowned. "I don't know a lot of these words, they're Russian slang and I haven't brushed up on that for awhile." Wyatt glanced at his raven-haired rival, temporarily forgetting that he hated the boy. "Could you grab that book off the shelf? The one called `Russian words and phrases that the Man doesn't want you to learn'?" Ray retrieved the book and handed it to Wyatt. "Okay, let's look these up..."

`You know,' Ray thought as he observed Wyatt go from sheet white to beet red in a matter of seconds, `that's probably not a good thing.'

Wyatt shut his dictionary with a slam and placed his hands over his cheeks in a vain attempt to hide his blush. Ray was surprised-whatever was in that letter must have been DAMNED good to faze Wyatt, king of innuendo and dirty, kinky thoughts. Ray knew, he'd read the other boy's journal a fair few times.

"So?" Ray was getting irritated at Wyatt's display. "What does it say? Who's it from?"

"It's from Tala," Wyatt managed to croak out, "and as for what it says..." the schoolboy turned 5 shades of red and buried his face in his hands again. "Let's just say that he's got a hell of an imagination, and leave it at that."

Ray was thoroughly puzzled. "Why would Tala be sending kinky love letters to Kai?" You see, our dearest Ray could be a little slow sometimes, especially when the situation involved matters of love/lust; romance just wasn't his game. Luckily, Wyatt was there to knock some sense into him. Literally.

Wyatt smacked Ray across the head. "Stupid cat-boy. They've been carrying out a long-distance relationship behind our backs! Tala is coming here in a week to tell everyone, and..." the cursed blush returned, "to do some other... stuff."

Ray blinked as he tried to process this information. Kai had a boyfriend? Kai's boyfriend was TALA? And Tala was a kinky sexaholic who was coming there next week to violate HIS Kai's virtue? Impossible! Unthinkable! No way in the Seven Hells was that going to happen! Ray's eyes blazed with determination. If anyone were going to threaten Kai's virtue, it would be him!!!

Wyatt regarded Ray's countenance thoughtfully. "Are we extending the truce, then?"

"Indeed we are. I'd rather see Kai end up with you than in the arms of that tart." Ray grinned wickedly. "Get that letter back to Kai before he notices that it's gone, then meet me back here. I have a plan."

------TBC------

Did everyone enjoy the first part of my little nonsensical chunk of fluff? No? Well, good thing I don't care! ^_^ I'm gonna keep writing whether you like it or not.

BTW, this fic is a gift for my friend, KP. *waves*