Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade and you can tell by the way I bash the most "important" character(s)... And a few lame ones.

This was all written in pure fun and as a gift for my bestie. Whom I shall call Pest. Anyways, my warning for this chapter: Strong Tyson bashing. Honestly, he just sets himself up for this kind of stuff.

One sunny, pleasant day in the G-rev household- well, the Granger household which was now taken over by Kai, Ray, Max…. and Tyson's socks.

Seriously. Those things were everywhere!

One good example would be what happened in Ray's room at 3:30am that day.

-3:30 AM : RAY'S ROOM

Ray stirred in his bed. Once Hiro had moved back into the Granger house, he had gotten rooms for all of them. Ray slowly opened his eyes and gazed at the clock.

"3:30… Damn. WAY too early to be up." Ray sat there for a few moments wondering why exactly he was awake. " … Oh yeah. I had that huge glass of water before bed." Ray stood up and was on his way to his door when-

SLIP! CRASH! THUNK! "TYSON!!!"

Ray sat up and dazed after stepping on Tyson's sock, sliding across the floor and into his wall, and then falling back onto the floor. Ray glanced at the offending sock. After recognizing the foul odor that radiated from the sock, Ray did two things. First, he screamed out the owner of said sock's name then, he ran into the hall, holding his breath.

Tyson and Kai exited their rooms in time to see Ray kick the stinking sock into the hallway and fling it towards Tyson with his foot. "Tyson! Your damn sock found its way into my room and TRIPPED ME!!" Ray shouted angrily.

Kai blinked a few times before re-entering his room. Tyson yawned and scratched his stomach lazily before turning and walking towards the stairs. "G'night Ray."

Ray sighed and blinked at the large (not tall) boy who waddled down the hall. "Where are you going? Your room is that way." Ray pointed at the door.

"I'm hungry. Haven't eaten since midnight." Tyson replied before descending the stairway.

Ray sighed and walked away. He was too tired to be dealing with Tyson and the Blitzkrieg Boys, White Tiger X and All Stars were coming that afternoon to stay for a whole week.

… Ahem, so as I was saying,

One pleasant day in the G-Rev household…

-3:00 PM : LIVING ROOM

Michael put his feet up on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch. Lee and Ray were having a conversation in the corner of the room and Kai was surrounded by the Blitzkrieg Boys and plotting something potentially dangerous. Everyone else was doing something random.

Suddenly Tyson ran out of the kitchen, a half eaten sub in his hand and various food substances smudged on his shirt. "Guys! I just realized something!" The tub of lard shouted.

"Yes Tyson?" Kenny asked looking at the pig through his glasses- hair- whatever.

"NYC stands for New York City!" Tyson said proudly.

Everyone was silent for a few moments before Michael clapped sarcastically.

"Wow Tyson." Tala said dryly. "I don't know whether to insult you, ignore you, or pat you on the back and tell you everything's gonna be okay."

Bryan laughed. "Yeah fatty, you really outdid yourself this time."

Rick suddenly raised an eyebrow. "Wait- What did you think that NYC stood for?"

"Noodle Yam Chowder." Tyson replied simply.

"Ew." Max said quietly. "Tyson, is food all you can think about?" He asked in annoyance.

"No… Food and beyblade."

Emily glared at Tyson. "Tch. I'll bet you failed geography."

Tyson frowned. "Did not!... Okay but how was I supposed to know that Turkey, Hungary and Swiss had nothing to do with food?!"

Kai fought the urge to slap the fat idiot. "Look." He said simply. "Why don't you just go back into the kitchen and eat the rest of your sub quietly."

Tyson shook his head. "No can do. I've already eaten one tub of ice cream, 3 bowls of rice and two packs of bacon. I'm trying to slim down." He patted his stomach.

"Oh! That reminds me." Michael reached into his bag and pulled out an I HEART NYC shirt. "I got this for you." He handed it to Tyson.

"Thanks man!" Tyson began to put the shirt on.

"Are you sure it's gonna fit him?" Ray asked skeptically.

"It's a maternity shirt." Michael replied as Tyson struggled to get the shirt over his head.

Max smirked. "Mikey, I guess you forgot to account for his big head."

"Eh, it's his problem. He can give it to Rick or something." The blonde jock said.

Rick nodded slowly. "…Hey!"

Lee was currently banging his head on the floor.

"What's wrong lee?" ray asked worriedly.

"Tyson won the whole championship." He continued to smash his head against the carpet.

All the bladders nodded in agreement.

"Yeah Tyson is an idiot. How the hell did we lose to him!?" Tala asked in frustration.

"I bet that it was all planned out." Michael said with a glare.

"Oh come on Michael." Ray shook his head. "It's not like our lives are just written out like a … a manga or TV show or something."

Bryan snorted. "Yeah and the person who created it all named Tyson after himself." (1)

All the bladers laughed as Tyson frowned in confusion.

"…I don't get it."

(1) - Takao is the name of the creator and tyson's japanese name. Suspicious right?

So what'd ya think? It would be cruel not to review after all my hard work no? Thankies!

-Afterthought7