Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or any of it likeness, all rights go the Takao Aoki, yes, alright.

Alright, so the idea for this fic was brought on one night when I decided to write a small, lime-ish TyTal oneshot that didn't work out too well because it was basically just boom, there, done. So, I decided to add something of a story line by making it a TyKa fic that somehow would eventually morph into yeah. That too did not work out, so I scrapped the whole idea, but luckily, I had the first couple sentences of it saved and just builded on from there.

So, just ignore the first bit of that. That almost fic and this one are two different stories, but still TyKa.

Warning: This fic contains lime-ish content. Not in this chapter, but there will be in future ones. Just a warning. Might be some lemon near the end, aswell, but I don't think it's very likely.

Oh, and so there's no confusion...

Kai = Seme

Tyson = Uke (sort of)

Present

Past

"Speaking"

'Thinking'

Alright, so without further ado, enjoy.

Kai's hand clenched tightly around his glass, his fingers beginning to turn white. In the corner of the large, festive room, he stood leaning against a wall in his usual position; arms crossed, one ankle over the other, his head tilted toward the ground and his eyes closed.

Though, at this particular moment, his eyes weren't closed. In fact, they were wide-open, observing, or rather, glaring intensely at the pair conversing at the opposite end of the room. This was certainly not going as he had planned. Not at all.

To think, he hadn't even wanted to come in the first place, yet somehow… or rather, someone had swindled him into changing his mind.

"Hn... Hey, Kai! Come here for a second." Called the red-haired fellow Russian from where he sat at the desk, in front of the old computer.

Dual-haired teen cracked an eye open from where he stood across the room in his usual position; leaning against the wall, arms crossed against his chest, one foot over the other with his eyes closed and head down.

"What is it?" he asked, sounding a little annoyed.

"Come over here and see for yourself."

Reluctantly, Kai pushed himself off the wall and began walking across the room to where his teammate was.

"Tala, that better not be porn," he warned.

"Oh, relax, it's not porn. It's something better. Well, probably not in your eyes, but take a look." He moved to the side so that Kai could see the screen.

It was what looked like some sort of formal invitation via e-mail.

"Alright, alright," he started, "Attention all… it's come to my attention… lack of communication…" Kai skimmed over the letter briefly as he read aloud.

He continued to lightly look over the letter, trailing off every few words. Tala wasn't certain, but it seemed that Kai was draggin it on on purpose and he was never one for waitin.

"Oh, for God's sake, just get to the point already. We're being invited to some sort of reunion." the Tala cut in.

Ignoring the older Russian's impatience, he snorted and turned away to return to his previous position against the opposite wall.

"A reunion? What for? It's not like we aren't already going to meet them accross the dish."

"It's not like that. Apparently, some bladers from the precious years will be competing in the upcoming Worlds. And we didn't exactly leave it on good terms..." he chuckled slightly.

At the only response being Kai's back hitting the opposite wall, the older Russians smirk faded to a frown.

"Oh, what? What is it? Is a small reunion with our old 'friends' really that bad?" Tala asked impatiently with slight annoyance in his voice.

"It doesn't matter. It'd just be waste of time that we could be using to train. In case you've forgotten, Ivanov, the championships will begin in less than a month. It may only be the qualifying rounds, but just one wrong move, one miscalculation, and we could be counting ourselves out of the competition." He stated harshly.

His older teammate just turned back to face the screen again, continuing to examine the invitation.

"Alright, do what you want, Hiwatari," he started, "but I'm going. I've already informed Bryan and Spencer about it and they've confirmed that they'll be joining me, so you'll have all the time you want to train with you and your antisocial self."

The dual haired teen only snorted once more, though this time, in disgust. How could Tala be so (relatively) relaxed at a time like this? The other teen was fully aware of the amount of time they had before the qualifying rounds, yet, how could he be so carefree? Alright, ever year they'd breeze by qualifiers without a problem, but this was to be no usual Championship.

He'd known for a fact that almost everyone who they'd met from the beginning of their first worlds to their last would certainly be entering - that being the reason for the reunion of sorts - and that since then, he hadn't exactly gotten off on the right side of things with each competitor, if you know what I mean.

He was sure he'd rubbed a lot of people the wrong way over the first three years of competing. At least one person from each team and this year, more teams would be entering.

He'd gone through the list posted on the BBA's website over and over and so far, he wasn't very happy with the results. Some teams had fewer players accompanying them this year, but that didn't change the fact that they'd all fought him before, been able to observe his way of blading and had spent the past years training for their time to re-enter .

The White Tigers, the All Starz, F-Dynasty, the Justice Five (the former BEGA league), the Majestics, First Battallion (formerly the Barthez Battalions) and a few other teams they'd met would all be competing for sure this year.

Of course there was his, or rather, Tala's team, the Blitzkrieg Boys. That only left…

'No,' he willed himself to think, ' you are not going there-'

The G-Revolutions.

He went there…

Except this time around, it wasn't the G-Revolutions, it was Revolution X, a team composed of Tyson and one other unknown competitor. For a reason he hadn't yet found out, Daichi wouldn't be competing this year. He knew Kenny was going to be around without a doubt and Hilary would more than likely tag along with them, but the identity of Tyson's partner remained a mystery to Kai.

One thing for sure, though, was he didn't like it one bit. Daichi he could stand to one point, mostly because he'd met him and hadn't at all considered him a threat, but not knowing whoever would be fighting alongside Tyson bothered him. Whoever it was had to be worthy.

He smirked at that thought.

Worthy? Ha! You mean patient! Whoever it was would have to be able to put up with him, let alone stand him. His inability to shut up, the incapability to back down, all his stupid jokes, all his insane ideas, the way he would… cock his head to one side with a puzzled expression when he was confused… how his smile could light an entire room if he so wanted, how cute he looked when…

'No!' he forced himself to break away from those thoughts.

Back to his previous thoughts. Right... Right!

Yes, whoever it was would have to be able to keep up with him, as well. They'd have to be able to handle his fast paced lifestyle, his unusual sense of logic, his eccentric personality, how fast he could change his mind. Especially if this person was going to be around him the entire Championships, if he was going to be the one training with him, talking with him, listen to his absurd ideals, traveling with him, staying with him in the same hotel… in the same hotel room, just the two of them…

He definitely did not like where this was going

Whoever it was was definitely someone Tyson trusted. The bluenette was the kind of person to welcome anyone with open arms, but to trust them was another story.

He'd come to learn recently that friendliness coming from Tyson was easy to come by, for he'd offer it to just about anyone, but earning his complete trust, his loyalty and his faith was a very long and laboured process. Whoever it was would definitely need all of those for Tyson to even consider them his partner.

This wasn't sounding good to him.

The person had to be just as close to Tyson as Max or Ray or himself were, but other than them - well, and Kenny – Kai hadn't the foggiest clue as to who this mystery blader was. He didn't even know if Tyson had any other people as close to him as them or if he even had any other friends, at that.

'So…' he thought, slightly annoyed, 'whoever it is, Tyson must have been keeping a secret. We're his friends for god's sake! What would he need to hide from… Oh.'

His heart immediately sunk. Unknowingly, he frowned behind his long bangs.

'Well… it's not like he'd actually have told us if he… if he had a… a what?' Kai's thoughts stopped.

What would Tyson have, anyway? For some reason, he couldn't imagine Tyson with any girl, but he also couldn't imagine him with a… no, he very much could imagine him with a guy. Actually, he could only imagine him with guys. Tyson with guys...

He visibly shuttered at that.

'Okay, Kai, get your mind out of the gutter and focus,' he urged himelf.

'Alright, so supposedly he does have a… a boy… guy-man-friend thing? What do I care? I mean, it's not like we ever were… or could be-'

'Okay, that's enough,' he cut in on himself.

He forcibly stopped his train of thought and pulled himself back to his senses. He was getting waayyy too far ahead of himself, taking this far too seriously. He was talking about Tyson's future beyblading partner. Not… yeah. Everything he'd thought after the list of possible threats his way to the top were completely irrational, unnecessary. His entire train of thought up until now was bordering very closely on paranoia.

Though, he had to admit, lately, he'd found his thoughts drifting to the bluenette often. He was one of the first things he thought of when he woke up, and the last thing he thought of before he fell asleep. He wasn't entirely clueless as to why that was, but he sure as hell wasn't going to try to find out.

Silently, he took in a deep breath and slowly blew it out.

There really wasn't anything to worry about, really. He was fretting over Tyson's partner for the tournament and for all he knew, it could have been some random kid who'd pestered him to no end and he'd finally given into. He had been partnered with Daichi the previous year, after all.

Regardless of whoever it was, though, Kai'd still be facing Tyson and he'd need to force in as much training as possible in the time he had until for their match. It was his top he still wasn't going to go to the small 'reunion'. Besides, it was probably only the other teams like the Majestics of F-Dynasty that were going to show up. No one he thought important.

His thoughts remained silent for a few moments, contentedly enjoying the feeling of calmness when he was brought back to reality by Tala's voice.

"Hey, Hiwatari! I know that being the sourpuss you are, you've already decided that you're not coming, but I think this may change your mind."

He looked back up at his teammate and gave a slight nod for him to proceed.

"Seems your old friends are going to be there. Max, Ray… Tyson," he said teasingly.

Kai expression changed to something of what appeared to be surprise, but quickly disappeared as he turned his head to the side, closing his eyes and remained silent for a few moments before answering.

"Is that all? Hn. Why would that make me change my mind?" his cheeks tinted ever so slightly a shade of pink.

The fellow Russian folded his hands behind his head and smirked knowingly, tilting his head upward, toward the ceiling, leaning back in his chair.

"Ooohh, I don't know… The fact that Tyson'll be there and we all know how much you really want to…"

His eyes immediately snapped open. Wait, what? What was the end of that sentence? Did the redheaded teen really know? Was Kai being that obvious about his… his feelings about…?

But before he could compose a reply…

"…find out who his mystery teammate is."

He scowled. Of course! There was no way that Tala could possibly know about… the way he felt about... No. He was baiting him! But now… now that he'd let his mask slip for just a fraction of a second, Tala was bound to find out. The older teen was smart, he had to admit, and never failed to get whatever he wanted out of someone. There was not doubt about it that he'd figure it out. It was only a matter of time.

"So have you changed your mind?"

The Russian's voice brought him back from his thoughts.

"Are you coming?"

He thought about his answer quickly, considering what decision would be best. Staying back and training, then having to take a plane there anyway, less than a week later… or going along with them to meet up with Tyson… to find out who his new partner was. Yeah, that was it. That was definitely what he meant.

He exhaled exaggeratedly.

"Alright"

The older teen smirked, happy to see that Kai'd given in.

"Well… it's good to know you're not completely antisocial."

The dual haired teen couldn't help but let a small smile come to his expression. Tyson'd been the one to show him how to... exist with other people somewhat normally, even if only by a little. Though, the smile slowly faded to a slight frown.

"Wait, how did you know Tyson'd be coming?"

The older teen only shrugged, all the while a smirk spreading accross his face.

"Well, we figured that if the two of you just so happened to be left alone for awhile, things would probably start to get a little heavy and..." he paused before continuing his sentence, seeing the full on glare Kai was giving him. He couldn't help but laugh at the other's flushed face.

Putting his hands up in defense, a devilish smile spread accross his features.

"Hey, you have your ways… and I have mine."

Kai continued glowering intensely at the older teen. He knew he'd set himself up for some witty remark, but to imply... and with...

Only a fraction of a second later, the image flashed accross his mind, overtaking all other thoughts, then disappeared just as quickly. If possible, his face tinged an even darker shade of red and a strange heat filled him. Suddenly, the room had became a little too... warm to bear.

Pushing himself off the wall, Kai stiffly, but quickly, walk/ran out of the room into the corridor, out of sight.

Tala watched on with amusement as he left.

'Oh,' he thought, 'this is certainly going to be fun.'

Okay, so chapter one's up and this time I actually know what I'm planning for the second chapter. Alright, this is good.

Anyways, it is, or rather, it was about 3:40am by the time I finished writing this, uploading it and editing it slightly and it was a school night to top that off, so I am\I was too lazy to reread it, so forgive me if there are any mistakes in my grammar\spelling. Also, if there are parts you don't understand, just let me know.

Which reminds me...

Review please!

My last fic didn't get any feedback, so I was a little bummed out, but if you do happen to conveniently press the 'Review this Story' button, I'll... well, I won't really do anything, but you'll get my gratitude. 'Sides, I said please, which is my least favourite word in the english language, so... yeah.

I'm only continuing if I get some feedback here, so... do that, be free, pee into the wind! Whatever. I'm done.