A/N: THANK YOU FOR ALL THOSE WHO REVIEWED! It's a CCS drabble so it doesn't have much plot in it I'm afraid. This one just goes out for anyone looking for something a little different in KaiHil fics. It's semi-fluffy and a lot shorter than the first one. Currently, I'm trying to wriggle myself out of writer's block by reading books, watching TV and reading graphic novels for inspiration. I'm not six-feet under…more like seven under piles of homework! Don't worry Nubia and Stella, I'll find my way! Anyway, please enjoy this one-shot from me!

Note: Kai swears a lot.

CCS 2 Summary: Hilary talks in her sleep and a sleep-deprived Russian is there to listen, who will attempt to shut her up for the team's sake!

Disclaimer: I did get Moonlight Serenity's permission to her plot "Sleep Talking" but I'll switch things around. I don't own the plot or the anime so back off!

2: Light Sleeper

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"Rainbow colours…"

A light sleeper batted his crimson eyes open in distraught. His vision, a blur but his eyes narrowed. Oh, not again. Glaring at the futon next to him with distorted sight, he clenched his jaw tight and sighed. Not this. With a groan, his hand moved on its own accord, hitting his navy haired friend upside the head, "Wake up." Tyson lay on a futon next to his, dead to the world like a giant…snoring boulder.

"Ne, R-O-Y-G-B-I-V…"

He groaned louder than before as he grounded his face into his soft pillow, muffling his words. "Shitft…shitft…shitft," he croaked indignantly in his sleepy voice. He screwed his bloodshot eyes tightly; this would mark the fourth time that night he had been rudely awakened. Every bloody week…every damn day, does anyone know how to stop this?

"Red…orange…yellow…" each word was spoken in a sluggish slur, penetrating through the thin air of silence, bouncing off all four walls of the darkened room. Everyone will eventually be awake and thus commence their belly-aching.

He was now nudging Tyson in the ribs with his foot, his face was flat against the pillow. "Dumbass…waketh upth…dammit!" No answer. No rustling sounds, just loud snoring. Frustrated, he lifted his head from the downy sack of cotton and thickly growled at the sight of the impervious, snoring teen. What does it take for this idiot to wake up! "Wake up, blockhead."

"G'way…" he heard the World Champion mutter groggily. Tyson was going to stay in bed as long as possible.

Annoyed, he wasn't going to be left awake. He wasn't a quitter and hated being ignored for THAT was HIS job. "Damn you! I said wake up!" he snarled in a quiet hiss. Brutally, he swung his foot against the sleeping teen's side and sent him straight off the futon and onto the floor. "Stupid idiot. Get up."

Half-awake, Tyson scrambled to his feet, his blanket coiled around his hands. He had never forgotten that there were other boys in the room. "Screw you Kai!" he fizzed.

"…blue…green…indigo…"

He remained unfazed, too tired to even argue but cranky enough to beat Tyson into a pulp. Sitting on his futon, he turned his back at Tyson and breezily spoke, "Go see her and find out what her problem is."

"And get me killed? Are you nuts! Do you know how extremely violent Hilary can get!"

"Which is exactly the reason I'm sending you to check on her, stupid," he snapped as he lay down and pulled the covers over his body. Settled on his futon, he heard Tyson woozily call him a bastard.

"Fucking idiot," Kai muttered a retort.

With a droll sigh, Ray made his presence known, "Glad to see you guys are awake." His golden eyes glowed brightly in the darkened room that made Tyson jump and Kai irk. Ray was a neko-jin, rather too convincing at the moment that he was a cat. "You guys must have heard her too."

Lifting his chin up, Kai glared at Ray. Very hard.

"Hell yeah we did," Tyson spoke in his normal, whining voice. His stormy eyes jerked curiously to his left, Ray thoughtfully followed. "She's a real chatterbox…"

Snarling, Kai took his pillow and rapped Tyson on the head with it as soon as he was close enough. "Said the boy who likes to talk while stuffing food down his throat," Kai said loftily before crawling and collapsing back to his sleeping position. He let his head sink into the pillow as the noises stopped, hopefully for the rest of the night.

"What should we do?" Glowing golden pools slowly darted to the end of the room where the sleep talker slept and talked…illuminated under the moonlight that streaked through the open window.

"I-I-I don't know…" Tyson fearfully hid behind the bluenette's back who scowled in return.

"We have to do something. It's driving me insane." Kai spoke in a low voice as he shot both boys his most horrifying glare he could muster with sleepy eyes.

"Well we can't wake her up." Ray narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, "We could shock her to death."

"Hey, see Kai? I told you so!"

"Shut up, idiot. So what else are we supposed to do, genius?" Oh, Kai was really grouchy. And on he went ranting half-asleep, "Expect to know what she's talking about then start a conversation with her!"

In unison, both heads turned toward each other, Ray and Tyson nodded in accord. Kai should be able to do it since HE suggested it. Getting the hint, Kai threw his hands up in distraught and went back to lie on his bed. But what was the point? He wouldn't fall asleep unless Hilary quieted down and you can't exactly trust Ray or Tyson because who knows, they might be found dead the following morning. More problems. With this, he snapped awake and jolted up in a sitting position.

Idiots, you will all pay one day! Sleepily and angrily, Kai registered into his brain. He vowed to remember this moment and make them pay dearly in the future.

"I know you can do it, Kai," the raven haired teen placed a comforting hand on his shoulder for support. As if he needed any, those retards. Why does Kai have to do EVERYTHING? "Just don't scare her to death."

Kai kept his forlorn look, "Right. Thanks," For nothing Ray.

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And that was how a certain Russian hottie was still wide-awake at 2:15 AM, sitting cross-legged while listening to excessive ranting from a brunette curled up beside him. Sighing in distress, he ducked his head between his knees and coiled his hands at the back of his neck. A fluffy white pillow lay tucked behind his back while Kai leaned against a dark corner.

I'm a perfectly sane person; I don't have to take this. I don't have to! But why the hell am I here? He glared daggers at the brown-haired girl who recently stated that Tyson was "cute."

Only an idiot would think Tyson is cute. Why would she think that?

The topics she discussed drawled from the colours of rainbow, to a self-dispute whether or not the wind had colours, to the list of girls she hated and to a jean skirt she was considering to buy for an upcoming party. Hearing all this, he held fistfuls of his azure hair in fury and rested his head lightly on his knees.

And now she had moved on to her next (which she claimed her favourite) topic: The G-Revolution. Well, who didn't like the G-Revolution team?

There, she listed the names of her team mates and neatly matched them with their bitbeasts—momentarily wondering why they all started with 'dr' while Kenny's did not.

"Kenny…with Hopper. Max is with Draciel…Ray with Driger…Tyson with Dragoon…Kai with…Dr-dr-d-d-damn it, I can't say it…" Hilary slurred, tossing herself to one side, her hand nearly patted his left foot.

"Dranzer," Kai eerily kneaded his temples with a sigh. This was his lame attempt to start a conversation.

"Kai and his Dranzer," the brunette, unaware of her antics, sent him a content smile. As she grinned, her right cheek sunk deeper into her pillow as if going further into la-la land—where Kai should be right around this time. With any luck she would shut up for the rest of the night after that. At least Kai didn't look like an idiot conversing with a maniac trapped in her thoughts.

That was, until, she opened her mouth and talked in full swing without restraint.

Why jinx it? He fiercely swore under his breath and was tempted to burn a hole through the wall next to him. Aw fuck, come on! What the hell! Angry and frustrated, he dug his nails into his palms and erupted a growl in his throat.

His mahogany eyes silently screamed for sleep. Groaning inwardly, Kai buried his face into his hands, muting his words. Solemn, he tilted his chin down and gave her a pleading look. "Please…just shut up…please Hilary…"

But she didn't. Without anyone to contradict, respond or shut her up, Kai felt helpless and watched her carry on with the one-sided conversation. She raved, ranted and muttered words that his ears didn't quite grasp. Kai only stared in frustration and a hint of amusement. Thinking of ways to hush the sleeping teen, (without waking her up) his back felt the supple cushion. He couldn't help but peek at it. An idea slowly made itself…what if I…

Rather, a stupid idea.

Quietly, he took the soft pillow in his hands and bent forward to the brunette.

He listened to her slow, laboured breathing, which oddly relaxed him. He hated how his instincts for her safety went off in the strangest of times. What was she really? A friend? He hadn't known her long enough and surely; Hilary hadn't met his overly high standards for friends. She wasn't a decent beyblader. She wasn't labelled 'cool' in her status quo and the mere fact that she was a GIRL should've turned Kai's opinion the other way. Never had he considered any female besides Dranzer as his friend. But now…

"I've always wanted to sing this song," she smiled thoughtfully in her sleep. "I was watching TV the other day and saw two cute girls singing it…"

"What song…" he spoke slowly, expecting her to listlessly answer him. Curiosity will slay Kai one day as we know it.

"Nee kikoe masu ka?" she sang softly.

Sora wa hate shinaku aoku sunde ite…

Umi wa kagiri naku koudai de ite

Kimi wa itsumade mo egao de ite

Janai to nai chau kara…

Mawari o mimawasa naku temo …mou iin da yo

Kono te no naka ni wa minna ga …iru kara

Naki taku natte nige taku natte

Shiawase o wasure teu shimatta ra …mina utae

Hikari ga umare … yami ga umare ta …futatsu wa hitotsu

HARUMONIA kanji te TEREPASHII

Nee kikoe masu ka…"

Translation:

Can you hear me?

The sky is limitless and blue

The sea is endlessly large

To you, please remain smiling or else I'll cry

You don't have to look around now

Because everyone are in these hands

Wanting to cry, wanting to run

If you forget happiness then sing

Light was born and dark was born, the two is together

Feeling harmonia, telepathy

Can you hear me?

(A/N: I don't own the song. See the 2nd ending of Naruto.)

She was one of those rare people who had somehow passed through his façade of indifference. She had seen him smile and sat by with him at the worst of times when he was at the verge of tears. Over time, Hilary eventually grew to be precious to him. And he became precious to her.

"I'd like to sing it to him one day, whenever he's down," she said sleepily, unaware that she already had. He couldn't help but crack a soft smile.

He mentally kicked himself. What the hell am I doing? Warily, he inched back with the pillow in his hands and sighed. His sanity rate had definitely dropped down to zero and there wasn't any sign of it coming back up. There has to be another way.

Stifling a yawn, he placed the cushion down on the floor. There had to be another method. Sending another frustrated glance at the brunette, Kai lay down next to Hilary's futon and pillowed his head with his hands.

Deflated, he wondered what time it was while Hilary yapped away about broccoli and the man- eating peas that haunt her. And maybe if she kept talking, she would scare them all away.

He shut his eyes tight and his knees buckled. Concerned, he idly plopped to his side like a dying cat and observed her sleep. She looked serene from a distance but up close, she was a damsel in distress (and PMS.) The way her nose crinkled every now and then, how her eyebrows knitted together or the way cold sweat trailed down her forehead made Kai sympathise her sleep talking state. She wasn't aware that people were frustrated of her—that even he had come close to smothering her with a pillow. Only if the others knew that this brunette was caught in her own fears…they'd understand. Hilary had the team for comfort and support. Perhaps that was the reason why she was so proud of them, awake and asleep.

Can you hear me, Hilary? It was a short-lived feeling that shot through his chest as he continued to gawk at her. Because, here she was, lying next to him, chocolate locks splayed across her white pillow and her peach skin illuminated by the moonlight. To be honest, she was almost identical to a goddess—an ethereal beauty that Kai could see once in a full moon.

Extending a hand to brush her hair from her eyes…he froze. Then abruptly drew back. Don't be stupid, Hiwatari. You can't be sentimental with her! You don't like her! I don't like her! I don't! Stupid girl…

His muscles went stiff causing him to eerily bolt up from his position. Raising his head, his eyes caught the heads of Ray and Tyson poking in through the shoji door. Fortunately for him, the other boys had been dragged to the next room, asleep, where they couldn't see him take charge. But now, maybe he wasn't so lucky after all.

Both Ray and Tyson were still awake.

They were going to use this against him. Blackmail Kai of how he chickened out and disappointed everyone that night. Kai Hiwatari, a fire-breathing chicken, who couldn't handle a simple sleep talking situation.

And now speaking of Hilary, she showed absolutely no sign of quietening.

In a severely sleep deprived state, Kai couldn't rustle up any other choice. He had constantly wanted to attempt new things in his life. Possibly murder someone one day and easily slip into to Mexico like a mad villain. Take a risk of being arrested and be placed in jail for the rest of his life—for skinning a dog. Burn a little kid to ashes. Or have the chance to meet the Pope before he could gun down Tala, Tyson and Ray and a long of list of people.

He could only think of one desperate (yet reckless and stupid) approach of shutting her up. Using it for the first time, Kai scoffed at its circumstances.

He lent over and covered her lips with his.

This is awkward… he sweatdropped, three seconds into his first kiss. At first, Hilary let a confused muffled sound as she attempted to utter another word—with his mouth clamped over hers. Her scarlet eyes opened sleepily then widened in shock, letting the odd realization sink in. Not given a chance to respond, both lips parted, leaving Kai gasping for air. Note to self: NEVER DO THAT AGAIN! And for the first time, in the dark, he felt intense heat radiate from his cheeks.

His gaze never left Hilary's as he strained to remain sane despite of what he has done ten seconds ago.

Quiet, Hilary raised an eyebrow at him as her whole upper body shook beneath his like a deer caught in the headlights or more like the truck itself. What the hell was Kai in his white t-shirt and black boxers doing on top of her? Kissing her awake in the middle of the night? This has to be a dream. This isn't happening! WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON!

As if Kai had read her deepest thoughts, he shrugged in his casual way. "You talk in your sleep," was his curt explanation before shuffling to his side, his back facing her.

"Kai…"

She heard a grunt in reply, "Hn?"

"What did I say while I was asleep?"

"Useless things," was his broad answer, added with a noiseless yawn. Unless you count the part where you mindlessly told me that you find Tyson appealing…

Kai was never the specific, talkative type; her mind registered for a moment…then sighed. "I see," the brunette sounded let down. Kai blinked thoughtfully at this. Drawing the covers over her body, she quirked her head up to glimpse at his face, "How come you're still here, Kai?"

He gently tossed to his side, matching her eyes with his, "I'm waiting for you to go to sleep."

"Oh." Blushing, she sent him a rueful smile. "I'm sorry again." To think, she had lost her first smooch to THIS guy was definitely hard to swallow and easy to choke onto. As written on a stone somewhere, Kai Hiwatari was an uncaring bastard, did not have a care in the world and was overly selfish. But what he did back there…was it merely to stop her from sleep-talking…or was there something else behind it?

"…why did you…" Hilary felt a rock build its way down her throat, "…k-kiss me back there? I…I mean…I would've slapped Tyson to the other side of the earth if he had done it… But you…didn't you think twice?" I'm flattered that you kissed me but then… She glanced down at her shaking hands and shuddered.

"Does it matter?" an amused smirk played on his lips. He sat up from the cold wooden floor and shrugged. I may have wasted my first kiss on you.

Her eyebrows rose in perplexity, "What? Why?"

"Hn, because," was the only explanation open before he roughly tugged Hilary in for another gentle (not an open-mouthed) kiss. I felt like it.

And you're worth it in the end.

And he didn't care if everyone in his team saw him that night. In fact, he wanted them to.

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A/N: MUAHAHAHAHA TAKE THAT WRITER'S BLOCK! CCHHHAA! AW DAMN, THERE GOES MY HTW MOMENT. DAMN IT! But yup, that was another pointless one-shot from yours truly. To be honest, I've never been kissed so it's awkward describing something I've never experienced…hopefully that made sense. Anyway, I made them kiss. Finally! This is supposedly a sequel or an alternative for 'Sleep Talking,' whichever one you prefer it to be. Haha listen to the 2nd Ending Song…it's so cheery. There are some mistakes in my fic somewhere, so please excuse them.

Anyway, be nice and please leave a review! I will be back. Bye!