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❛ The only person who will decide my path is me. NOBODY ELSE! ❜
This is a private & selective roleplay blog for Kai Hiwatari from Explosive Shoot Beyblade/Bakuten Shūto Beiburēdo by Takao Aoki. This blog derives from both manga & anime inspirations but is mainly headcanon based. This depiction of Kai Hiwatari will also follow Kai into his elder years past the ending of G Revolution & thus, this theme will have depictions of Smoking, Drinking, Coarse Language, Suggestive Dialogue, Violece and other NSFW themes. Please look to the rule page for more before deciding to follow.
All it takes is one wrong move and everything they worked so hard for would be over.
Thor moved wrong, and it was all over.
Now here he sat, hours later on the floor of their hotel room staring blankly at the ground. His wounds from the earlier match were gone thanks to the efforts of Nurse Joy and Chansey, nothing more than phantom pains of what had been the worst battle of his life. Their opponent was some scrawny kid from some random small town, and his team didn’t look like anything to write home about. It would be an easy win he thought.
They were stronger than this kid, no way they’d lose! Now that he’s sitting on the floor doing a bit of self reflecting, the electric rodent comes to a sudden realization that fills him to the brim with shame. He had broken the very first rule Kai had ever ingrained into him.
‘Never underestimate your opponent. Don’t get cocky just because you think you have the upper hand.’
Thor had gotten cocky and it cost them the match. One of the biggest matches in their career, a fight that they’d been training for so long for, and he flubbed it, all while being tossed around the field like a sack of potatoes. It was humiliating. The sound of door locks clicking into place causes the rodents ears to perk and his head quickly turns towards the door. Kai stood in the middle of the threshold, they meet gazes for a brief moment, only for Thor to quickly glance away and lower his head, his eyes were beginning to water. He couldn’t look him in the eye, not after what he did.
He’d let Kai down, he should’ve been quick enough, should’ve been stronger. If only he wasn’t such an idiot then maybe–
“I’ll hold you as long as you need.”
Breath hitching in his throat, Thor freezes upon seeing Kai swiftly cross the room and drop to his knees so he could wrap his arms around him. Kai’s embrace, coupled with the soft whisper of words against his ears brings the rodent to tears. The water that swelled in his eyes spilling over as he cried against the slate-haired trainer’s shoulder.
[“I-I’m sorry! If… If it wasn’t for me, we could’ve–”]
He couldn’t even get the rest of his words out, choking on them as he violently sobbed, frame shaking in the other’s hold. Eventually his cries settled down and Thor returns the firm embrace, face buried deeply into Kai’s shoulder.
[“I’m sorry Kai, I’ll do better next time.”]
He makes a promise to himself, that from this moment on he would get stronger so they wouldn’t suffer another loss like this one ever again.
❛ If they have the NERVE to show their faces aroundME OR MY TEAM ever again I’ll show them the true meaning of PAIN. They think they can USE US like we’re pawns on a chessboard? Well THINK AGAIN. I’M NO ONE’S TOY. ❜
And he wanted to get help from him? Of all people, him? That deplorable man who made his friend’s childhood a living hell? One would think the slate haired male had just slapped the mouse due to the complete and utter disbelieving expression he had resting on his face. As the pair briskly walked through the long narrow hallway, that felt as cold and as unwelcoming as the man they were going to meet, the shorter of the two was trying to talk some sense into his trainer, but it appeared the other had already made up his mind.
“As much as I’d hate to admit it, we’d be powerless on our own against them.”
Raichu could agree with him in that regard, sure they were a strong team, led by a strong trainer. However, those men, that person, that team. They were a bit out of their league, and this wasn’t an issue that could easily be solved alone. They would definitely need help if they were gonna try and do something against the criminal organization.
He just wished they didn’t have to be here of all places.
Biovolt Corporation.
Even the name made his fur bristle.
[”But Kai–!”] He begins to protest, but they had already made it to the office door and Kai was already walking inside. He stalls at the threshold, gritting his teeth as the scent of that man wafted through his nostrils, his cheeks itched and the electric mouse had the strong urge to fire off a few bolts. Kai calls for him to come in and in a very rare moment of defiance, Raichu stands by the door.
Kai calls for him again, and the rodent is very reluctant to move that is, until he opens his mouth and makes a comment about how Kai’s discipline skills were lacking. Raichu’s fur bristled and his head lifts while his eyes lock onto the older male settled behind the desk. He could see just the faintest smirk tilting up his lips that were partly obscured by the hands steepled in front of him.
Raichu wanted to punch him in the face.
Fighting back the strong urge to growl, he quietly enters the room and makes a beeline for his partner, practically gluing himself to Kai’s leg as he stood on his hind legs and pressed against him. Short arms fold stiffly across his front and a serious expression is etched on his face as he waits for the discussion to begin.
Just because they had to ask Grandpa Voltaire for help, doesn’t mean he had to like it.
Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Both, it depends on how well either of them slept the previous night.
Who’s the one to make breakfast: Both. Depending on who wakes up first between them they are the ones who make breakfast most times.
Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: Rei, he likes to spoil the other when he gets the chance to, though occasionally Kai will return the favor surprising the tiger.
Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: Both. Though it depends on their moods. If kai is in the mood he’ll ask, and if rei is he’ll ask. It usually ends up with the deed being done regardless of who asks.
Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Rei, he’s a lazy cat at times and would rather stay snuggled up against Kai all day if he could. But it’s usually Kai who ensures that the lazy tiger get up and do something.
Who chooses the movies: Kai, as he knows more movies then Rei seems to. And rei thinks of it as a learning opportunity in getting to know Kai more.
Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Both. Rei if he wants to be a little shit and isn’t quite interested in the movie. And Kai if the movie got boring and the tiger being close would be FAR more important. A make out session would ensue soon after.
Who orders lunch: Kai, rei trusts Kai’s judgement on what is god food so he lets him order. Unless they are after Chinese then it’s Rei who orders.
Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Neither, both are good at eating from there own plate. Though if either of them would want to try the other’s food they’d ask.
Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Rei, he could just curl up on Kai’s lap and regret eating so much, but the pity pets would make it better.
Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Rei more often then most. When he’s feeling bored or neglected at times he’ll wiggle his way into Kai’s lap and give a few kisses till he gets noticed. But most times he’s patient enough to wait until the work is done.
Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Neither, both are mature enough to suggest going and aren’t butt hurt if the other doesn’t want to.
Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Rei, secretly.
Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: Rei most likely as he would whisper it in kai’s ear with a grin then lick his ice cream. Kai would think it but may not say it, though the tiger has to be careful with whispers as it usually leads to Kai getting in the mood.
Who cooks dinner: Both. Most times it’s Rei as he likes to cook for the other, if he is willing to eat his food. Other times to give Rei a break Kai would or to surprise him.
Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Both. They go with the routine of wash and dry almost after dinner has been made.
Who stays up until 2 reading: Both. Rei if he’s interested in a book and Kai if he finds it hard to sleep. Though knowing the other is close usually helps at least the tiger sleep.
Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: Both. Rei would look at him lovingly and wonder how on earth he got someone like Kai to be with him, and probably get himself dokis from staring too long – though his cheeks would be red as a result. Kai would stare at Rei and wonder close to the same thing, why someone like Rei would want to be with him as he knows he isn’t the best of partners but he does try. He might even secretly give a soft ghost of a smile at how peaceful the sleeping tiger looks before heading to bed.
Who kisses their partner while they sleep: Both. Rei would give soft tender kisses as he nuzzles in and whisper affectionate words even before sleeping. Though if he caught Kai in a bad dream he would gently hold him close and give lovingly soft kisses to his cheeks while whispering comforting words until he settled down. He’d also cuddle against him and make Kai wrap his arms around him to give him something to hold while giving kisses and comforting affectionate words. Kai on the other hand if in the mood to do so would give soft ghost like kisses to Rei’s cheek while he slept. Though if the tiger wasn’t sleeping / had a nightmare well he would just hold him close till he relaxed and was sleeping better.
Holiday gatherings with family are a nightmare…at least on Kai’s end. Part of the holidays are spent with Yugi and friends while the other half is spent in Russia. Very awkward dinners which often consist of a very awkward line of questioning leaving Kai in a very BAD mood and Atem feeling awkward as hell.
Atem takes the longest to get dressed period because between flat-ironing his hair some days and putting on his makeup eyeliner, it takes him ages to get ready. Kai never understands why Atem has to go through the trouble, but Atem insists he feels naked without his eyeliner.
Kai is hands down the better cook, but will occasionally work with Atem in the kitchen if he’s struggling. Sometimes Atem panics in the kitchen but Kai is quick to diffuse the situation. He won’t cook the food for Atem but he’ll calmly talk him through it. It’s his way of teaching him.
Sometimes Kai takes Atem with him when he’s in the mood to let Dranzer out. He even shows him how to hold the launcher and lets him rip an old blade of his. It’s not as easy as it looks on tv and his majesty fails to even hit the dish sometimes. As for Kai’s dueling, well, it needs work. As does his decks.
Kai isn’t one for all the girly things Atem gets into but every now and then just to make his lover happy, he’ll let Atem paint his face like the Egyptians used to. He’ll let Atem do some body art and even coat him in body paint. x))))
At first he couldn't stand the little thing being in his space; he couldn't stand ANYTHING being in his space. From animals to people, Kai was closed off to everything. Yet, at this night, the past found a way to get under his skin. It unnerved him how easy it was. There will be no dreaming this night; nothing could truly save him and the child he buried deep down inside came out. Hands reached forth and clutched hard to the rodent close to his chest; his face buried in his back--breath jagged.
Normally he’d be banished to sleep at the foot of the bed, but for whatever reason the slate haired blader had allowed him to curl up near his head earlier that evening. Sleep came to him easy and the mouse was soon whisked off into dream land.
Kai’s sudden action rouses Raichu from his slumber. Round eyes blearily blink open, and long ears twitch for a moment as he squirms a little against the tight hold while his gaze comes into focus and adjusts to the slight darkness of the room. [“Kai?”] A soft murmur of concern eases past his lips upon feeling the other’s forehead press against his back and his uneven breaths puffing against his fur.
Expression wrinkling in worry, Raichu shifts once more against Kai to turn in his hold so his body was facing him. His nose briefly brushes against the blader’s chin, he pulls his head back a bit in an attempt to study the male’s face. It was hard to gauge his expression from their close proximity, but judging from the other’s out of character action the chu had a feeling something wasn’t right.
Due to the time spent with the blader, the mouse knew for a fact that he probably wouldn’t want to speak about this, and perhaps even by the time the sun came up he’d pretend this incident most likely never happened, but for now Raichu would support Kai in any way he could, and perhaps maybe one day they’ll revisit this topic so he could talk about it.
For now though, the tangerine furred rodent would lean forward and lick at his cheek a few times before ultimately wedging his face in between the junction where Kai’s shoulder met his neck, and he’d nuzzle the teen reassuringly while his stubby arms and long tail would wrap and curl around as much of his frame as he could in order to give the male a warm reassuring squeeze.
She knows what it’s like to lose control, to resort to substances, inanimate means of adoration, to achieve a sense of stability. And while she raises her nose at those who engage in the art of escaping, she can’t help but feel empathy for those so empty. She assumes he’s filling the space of former disgrace, the little holes in his heart that weren’t appeased by his exhausted efforts. He had tried so hard to be better, but like many deities, he too will descend from his throne and lay wings upon a mortal world, where feathers adopt filth for comfort. Truthfully, they were lucky to have found each other and for reasons she can’t explain, she accepted his broken body into arms that once avoided all. Why does she feel pity for this prince? All he’s ever done was batter her being with constant corrections. He won’t remember her kindness, but she bestows it regardless.
Hands struggle to keep him collected. She allows his form to lean into her own physique. And while he whispers his woes into her ears, she never asks him to explain. These sermons make sense to him; at least he can find comfort in his own confessions. She leads him to a bench where they overlook cities and sins, and she keeps him close to keep him from slipping into the vices that further vex him. What are these nightmares that constantly nag him? What inspires him to seek refuge in spirits? It isn’t in her place to ask; after all, she’s engaged in uglier escapes.
