After a very messed up accident, Kai and Tyson's bodies are switched. In the midst of all the publicity for the upcoming tournament, both are desperate to get their bodies back before Kai blows Tyson's good-guy reputation and Tyson makes kai look like a screaming idiot.

Here's to using the good ol' body switcheroo cliché. But it's an interesting cliché so don't run away just yet. Though, I'm warning you that this fic has a high possibility of ending up a TyKa. If you don't like that stuff feel free to run away now.

Disclaimer: Don't own…but if I did…

Chapter one – The switch

XX

It could have only been Fate.

Seriously, it had to be Fate.

After all, only Fate could repeatedly screw them both over in such a bizarre and incomprehensible manner that left them both dumbstruck and the rest of the team hoping that this was all some wonderful nightmare.

"Kill him! Just kill him! Slaughter him where he stands!"

"Mercy! Please, for the love of God, mercy!"

Ray and Max were busy trying to restrain a very, very angry Kai from killing a cowering Kenny, busily shaking in the corner of the dojo with his laptop over his head.

The dojo in particular looked a little worse for wear. There were scorch marks across the walls and floor and even on the ceiling.

It was not often that one could get more of a reaction out of Kai other than a nonchalant 'hn' but then again, he had a very good reason to be reduced to a screaming homicidal, beyblade-wielding maniac that Ray and Max were forcefully trying to restrain.

Except, it was not quite Kai that they were holding back.

It was Tyson.

It was Tyson's voice, his body, his angry mahogany eyes flashing dangerously, and yet Kai's personality no doubt shone through it all.

A few steps behind them, Kai, or at least what appeared to be Kai, stood there looking very confused.

"You start some freaky experiment, almost blow up half of the dojo, somehow get us caught in the explosion, causing our bodies to switch for some incomprehensible reason and you expect me to give you mercy!" the Kai in Tyson's body growled murderously. It was quite unnerving to see Tyson look so dangerous, even if everyone knew that it was Kai speaking behind the mask.

Yes, it was all so ufortunate. There they were, Kai sitting in the corner being bored whilst Tyson was readin a magazine and Kenny was tampering with their beyblades, muttering strnge things to himself and - boom! Suddenly, Kai was wondering why he was staring at a magazine instead of brooding in the corner whilst Tyson was wondering just how he had been transported into the corner of the dojo and why the doors were all hanging off of their hinges.

"I – I can fix this!" Kenny squeaked.

Kai pointed a finger squarely at his own body. The body that Tyson was now residing in.

"I don't care what you do, just get me back in there! And get him back into this stupid body!"

"Hey, I resent that!"

Tyson, pouting in Kai's body, crossed his arms and looked sulkily at his own body struggling in Ray and Max's arms like a rampaging hurricane.

Kenny opened Dizzy up and began typing furiously as the other two bladers managed to get Kai to calm down. Dranzer's wielder shrugged and sat down, watching Kenny type like a cat eyeing his prey.

"Um…so," Kenny gulped nervously. Anyone would with Kai looking at them so dangerously. Even if it was through Tyson's body, those eyes still stung. "I was upgrading both your beyblades at the same time. I wanted to try something new by getting them to share a few traits. Give each one the good points of the other, if you know what I mean but…"

"But?" Ray looked at him, wide-eyed, glancing at Kai and Tyson every now and then.

"My calculations…I forgot to carry the one."

Kai shot to his feet. It was strange seeing Tyson's body move so quickly. "That's it!" he cried. "Kill him! Kill him now!"

Any thoughts of murder had to wait however as Tyson's grandfather entered the dojo.

"Yo, my bros! You got a call from… whoa what went down in here?" his eyes widened, taking into account the state of the dojo.

"I'm sorry Mr Kinomiya, we'll clean it up," Ray promised.

"Well, you better get your butts in gear!" Tyson's grandpa surveyed the damage. "But before that, Mr. D called!"

"Of course!" Kenny slapped his forehead with the butt of his palm.

"What is it?" Max turned to the younger boy.

"The world championship is a month away but the press is already starting to build the hype for it. That means…" he held up his fingers, ticking them off one by one. "Photoshoots! Signings! Promotional events! Interviews! It so happens that we have said interview today with someone from the Japanese Beybible magazine."

"What?!" Tyson jumped to his feet. "Why didn't you say so earlier? You gotta split!…What?" he asked after a moment of realising that no one was moving but were, in fact, giving him very odd looks.

"Hearing the words 'we gotta split' from Kai's mouth is…" Ray began

"…A little disturbing," Max finished.

"We're not going anywhere," Kai looked at each face defiantly. "Cancel the interview."

"It's a bit too late for that," Kenny flinched as Kai glared at him. "In fact, we were supposed to be there five minutes ago."

"Five minutes!" Tyson cried. "Come on let's go!" he was out of the dojo before anyone could stop him.

XX

The reporter was waiting for them inside on of the building's many rooms. She wore a smart white dress suit and had a small tape-recorder in her hand. The room itself was large and airy with the windows wide open and a small coffee table between two sets of brown leather couches.

"Ah, welcome," her eyes lit up as the door opened.

"Sorry we're late," Kenny apologised as they filed in one by one.

"Yeah, someone, didn't want to come!" Tyson shot a sour look at Kai. While this would not be unusual, all the reported saw was Kai looking very petulantly at Tyson, who was scowling in return.

She wondered if they were taking substances. It would make for a wonderful scandal.

"Uhh…okay, well take a seat," she nodded to the sofa opposite her.

They all obeyed. Before Tyson could take his place, Kai gripped his shoulder. "Tyson," he whispered and for a moment Tyson was lost in hoe surreal it was to see his own body hiss at him. "You make me look like an idiot and I will personally make your life a living hell!" Kai warned.

"Geez, relax, you make it seem like I'm some kind of bufoon!"

"That was the general point, yes," he rolled his eyes.

"So, how do you boys feel about the upcoming championship," the reported began, as the last two bladers took their seats next to each other.

Max jumped to the question. "Naturally, we're excited. It may be a month away but even pros have gotta do some intense training waaay before it even begins."

"Nervous? Are any of you having any doubts?"

"Of course not!" Ray shook his head. "Well, everyone gets nervous but none of us are having second thoughts about entering this tournament."

"And is this team fixed or will any of you be joining another team? Will you be recruiting any new members?"

Tyson frowned and cried, "This team is gonna stay how it is! There's no way anyone could get a better winning combination! We're gonna grab that championship title just like always!" he thumped his chest proudly, unaware of the horrified look of his team mates and the one fiery glare of his captain.

The reported did a back-take. Since when was Kai, the infamous ice-captain, the dark, and brooding, handsome silent blader so loud and brash?

Taking a mental note to investigate whether the boys were sniffing glue, she continued happily, "That's good to hear! So Kai, tell me, what's the most important thing that you're learned whilst blading?"

Tyson took in a deep breath, preparing for a long speech. "Yes, friendship - " he began but was swiftly cut off by a sharp kick to his ankles.

"Say anymore and this very small needle will be inserted into your left ear," Kai whispered dangerously close to said ear.

"But why, it's fun?" he smirked, then turning to the reporter, resumed. "Of course, friendship is very important. I don't know where else I'd be if not for my team mates, especially Tyson! Man, Tyson kicks my ass every time!" he shot a grin at a silently fuming Kai trapped in his body.

"Do you want to die?" he whispered.

"You can't kill me in front of the media!"

"Wanna bet?"

The reporter was definitely sure that the boys were sniffing glue, if not smoking pot. Yeah baby, she could taste the scandal!

"And Tyson, enjoying the success of being world champ must put a lot of pressure on you."

"Not really, I'm usually too stupid and lazy to care," Kai replied nonchalantly. For once, he was glad to be in Tyson's body so that he could make the boy look like the idiot he was.

Tyson fiercely hissed back. "Kai!"

"This is payback!" he smirked.

"Y'know, I think Tyson's awesome! He doesn't need to train at all, especially not after he wiped the floor with me, Kai, during that - "

Many bumps and bruises later, after the room has almost exlopded into an all out fight with furniture flying across the room, the interview was at last over. For Ray and the others, it could not have ended soon enough.

"Thank God nobody died," Kenny murmured, though he may have spoken too soon for as soon as Tyson and Kai were out of the room, Kai sent the boy a scowl that would have made the Grim reaper run home crying.

"Ah! Okay, maybe I took it too far!" Tyson backed up to the opposite wall.

"Maybe?" Even in Tyson's body, Kai looked murderous.

"C'mon Kai, it's not that bad?"

"Not that bad?" he seethed and Max and Ray both took this as 'time to latch on before he kills someone' time. "Kill him! Just kill him now!"

"Don't worry. I'll try to calm him down so he doesn't do such stupid things again," Ray tried to ease Kai's agitated nerves.

"I don't want you to calm him down, I want you to kill him!" the boy snapped.

"Well, it was kinda fun," Tyson muttered, beginning to grin again, "did you see the woman's face!"

"You!" Kai's anger flared once again. "Stand still whilst I slowly disembowel you with a very sharp toothpick!"

"H – hey now! It wasn't my fault. I'm always like this!"

"Yes, but right now people are thinking that it's me!"

"And what's wrong with that? I'm just making you happier and more loveable!"

"Love!" Kai took a double take at the use of the dreaded L word. "Love – Loveable?!"

"Kai, no!" Kenny pleaded with the taller boy. "Please, think about the upcoming tournament!"

"I know that you don't really wanna kill Tyson – okay, maybe you do – but it's your body you're going to be destroying!"

"I don't care what happens to me! Just kill that screaming abomination before I inflict divine retribution on it!"

Once again, someone was saved from Kai's wrath through the appearance of a third party. This time it was the reporter finished with her papers, exiting the room. "Err…I believe Mr Dickenson has arrived with the car, boys. He's here to pick you up."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her. Max and Ray promptly let go of Kai's waist.

"Good," Kai sighed, relaxing somewhat, much to the collected relief of everyone in the corridor. "Hopefully we can go home now and sort out this wonderful mess!"

Yet as they exited the building they indeed found Mr Dickenson with the car…a crowd of fangirls behind safety lines screaming their names in adoration.

Kai only needed to glance at the glimmer of joy in Tyson's, or rather his own, eyes. He felt a scowl taking over his face.

"No," he said firmly. "Tyson, no."

I can't believe that I'm returning to writing beyblade fics. The last time I did I was, what, thirteen going on fourteen? So please, review and tell me how I did.