Tyson to a Different Tune

Track 2
King's Court


The little creek seemed to slow time with its peaceful atmosphere. The quiet trickle of the water into the drain, the distant sound of traffic, the breeze… Maybe this was what his Gramps had been talking about. It was really… great.

He could sit here for hours just thinking up lyrics and all the notes to go with them as the sun rose and set.

Of course, such a nice place wouldn't go undisturbed. Tyson grunted in annoyance as a shadow fell over him. His gramps smirked down.

"What are you doing here? School starts soon you know."

"I'm going, I'm going!" Tyson relented and sat up.

He rode his bike slowly, taking in the sights of his youth. He kind of wished he'd gotten to grow up here instead of at the boarding school, but both his dad and Hiro were out of the country and his mom had died and…

Tyson watched a family cross the road, looking both ways before they did. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew that being a rock star was just as ungrounded as being an archeologist, and that he wished he could be more like his gramps and mom, but he didn't ever stop to think about it.

When he pulled into the school grounds it was already alive with activity and he spotted the Chief on the top of a ladder with another boy holding the bottom. They were trying to take down the large Welcome Back banner.

The Hiwatari Mystery and his lackeys were entering the foyer and the kid holding the ladder got so jittery that Kenny started screaming, "ANDREW!!"

Tyson locked his bike up and went inside.


It was in Mrs. Staccato's English class that Tyson managed to get his first band break.

Hilary was writing something furiously in a journal, sitting at a desk directly in front of the teacher's desk. Tyson wisely stayed in the back and when Max came into the room he seemed happy that there was someone he could sit in the nosebleed section with.

Mrs. Staccato was so Nice n' Easy, kind of like her very, very bleached blond hair. She made Tenor's class seem like a jail for the stupidly smart kids who thought Biology would be fun. Ha! Alto also loved to hear the sound of his own voice too much and snapped at whoever tried to talk. They could never chance it in those classes, but English was a breeze.

The drummer's best friend turned and she gave him an evil eye before going back to burning lead against lined paper.

Max smiled sheepishly as he slid into the desk next to Tyson. "We had a fight about you this morning you know."

Tyson blanched. "Er…" he put eloquently. "I'm not into her."

The blonde blushed and his pencil flew out of his hand. "T-That's!" He grabbed up the offending writing tool. "That's, not what I meant."

Tyson became even more alarmed. "I'm not into you either." He defended quickly.

Max dropped his pencil AND textbook this time and looked at Tyson with an expression that seemed like he was caught between pressing sexual harassment charges and laughing.

"It was NOT that type of fight." He let out in a strangled voice. It was too early for such life-altering conversations. "Sorry to offend your ego." Max finished with an amused smile.

"Okay," Tyson replied uncertainly. He sank into his seat. It was always a good idea to cover those bases with new friends, as he'd learnt from his old school. Misunderstandings in an all-boy's environment were… well, Tyson blocked that out.

"See, the problem with Hilary is that she follows the rules too much." Max said, breaking Tyson out of his daydream.

The teacher started introducing a new book and sent the cart out for the class to get their copies. It was like throwing hay to cattle, they all came at once.

Hilary bumped shoulders purposely with Max as she reached for hers and then pointedly huffed, turning up her nose when the blonde elbowed her.

"Do you know what I had to do in band today? Do you?!" Max asked with despair. They plunked back into their seats and opened the new books.

"I dunno," Tyson grinned. He liked to dog-ear his pages, and the blonde was looking at him disapprovingly. "Play music maybe?"

"One, Rest, Three, Four." Max carried on, tapping his pencil on his book like a drum. "All on the snare, all for an hour, nothing BUT. It was pretty much torture."

Tyson could sympathize; he'd had to do that monotonous work when he was forced to play bass for some school presentations back in the day.

"So I thought about it," Max relented and looked Tyson in the eye. Blue to blue, it was cool. "I want to join your band."

An explosion of happiness went off in his chest. "Really?" His words rushed out in excitement.

Max nodded and Tyson jumped up out of his seat in glee. "ALRIGHT!"

Mrs. Staccato and the rest of the class turned around and stared in shock. Only Hilary seemed unsurprised and remained stonily facing forward.

"Well, Hemingway IS exciting stuff," Staccato justified happily. Her voice was smooth and indulgent. Tyson had the decency to apologize.


"I just want a group of us, four, maybe five, to play some songs I wrote. Y'know, make friends, make music." The two walked through the aisles of the library for the last half of their English period since they had to check out more stuff by Hemingway for homework.

Tyson's fingers skimmed among H-titles rather than H-authors and Max had to drag him into the right section.

The new kid grinned thinking about he and Max rounding up another guitarist and then his face fell. "If we don't have a set goal concert then nothing will get done!"

People liked big things to happen fast and who could blame them? Tyson had been clawing madly for a chance to do the same.

A light bulb went off over Max's head. "Ahhhh, then you want the Winter Assembly!"

Tyson could pretty much hear the importance of the name and perked up.

"C'mon." Max said in an all-knowing tone, and they trekked through the library where Tyson spied the Chief re-shelving books.

Geeze, when did that kid ever find the time to go to class with all those other odd jobs and clubs?

"We've got a live one on the WA." The blonde told Kenny in some type of code and the short bespectacled boy nodded, leaving the cart of books. They scored some couch seats just outside the library to talk.

Tyson scratched his head. "Okay, so what's this Assembly about?"

"It's the biggest talent event of the school year and it's a much better venue than trying to play at the student center or a random club." Max replied. "Tyson here wants to start a band and get exposure." He told Kenny.

Kenny smoothed his tie down like he was a businessman about to make a sale. "The assembly is the perfect opportunity for that, of course. It takes place in December at the Bay Civic Center. It's mainly a school talent show, showcasing our excellence in arts, but individual acts are welcomed."

"Sounds just like any other talent show." Tyson replied and Kenny got a frazzled look.

"It's no joke! The dance club spends all year preparing their entry, as do others. The BCC has a huge auditorium in there that the drama students use for productions. My E-Shakespeare club meets there too, you should join." He said pointedly and both Max and Tyson gave each other edgy looks.

"Anyway," Kenny smiled in creepy delight, "Winter Assembly Attendance is mandatory. Bay City High has approximately three thousand students. It's like a small concert."

"Winner gets a cash prize too." Max said thoughtfully, tapping his chin with his drumstick.

"Well, you've got no chance at that, Max!" Hilary said sourly, popping out of thin air and startling all the boys badly. "MingMing." Her voice was dark and foreboding.

"Who cares about that?!" Tyson's words rushed out excitedly. "Think of the audience!" Then he blinked. "MingMing? Who's that?"

Max and Kenny sighed but the Chief's sounded more lovesick. Tyson gave them a questioning look.

"MingMing…" Kenny intoned with reverence.

Hilary ground her teeth and dragged Tyson over to the railing to overlook the first floor. She pointed to the same blue-haired girl with too much eye shadow he'd seen the Chief swooning over the other day. The girl was a queen; that much was obvious. She was holding court in the cafeteria with her equally pretty friends and he could see other nerdy boys and young girls all giving her that same adoring look from afar.

"That is MingMing. She's won the assembly grand prize every year she's been here. Five years running, I think. School Band club works all year for that prize too and she always manages to get the crowd vote!" Hilary obviously had it in for this girl.

Tyson frowned in confusion. "I thought this school was only a four year—"

"She's not the brightest," Hilary said at the same time Kenny screamed "She's the best!"

Max chuckled nervously and the short brunet shook himself out of his daydream. "She puts on the best presentation and I'm routing for her again this year. So you can see why I can't help you anymore than necessary."

"If she's so great then Tyson wouldn't be a threat, would he?" Hilary mumbled to herself angrily, but the bell rang and Kenny immediately left to who knew where.

The trio scrambled to get their books together and bounded up the stairs two at a time, nearly knocking over niners.

"I don't see why we need the Chief anyway." Tyson complained.

"He's the head of the production club; they're in charge of managing the entrants and putting on the show." Hilary shrugged. "If you want in, you have to get the Chief to okay it."

"Crap," Tyson replied.


It was at the start of his lunch period that Tyson spotted more rock band material. He pointed the teen out to Hilary who was in line with him in the cafeteria.

"That's Ray, he's on a scholarship for the soccer program. He's the school's star when it comes to that!" The girl rattled off aimlessly, trying to decide between two types of pizza.

Tyson appraised the guy, absentmindedly taking a bite out of his own pizza. He had nice black hair and a sports jersey on.

"He must be really popular." Tyson concluded, watching him buy a cookie and book it out of the cafeteria out to the field. A guy who looked like that would bring flocks to a crowd vote at the winter assembly.

"Actually, I don't know. He's an upper year." Hilary explained while they went to the table where Max was saving them seats. "He disappears at lunchtime. You're not allowed off the grounds but we think he goes somewhere anyway. You'd have to ask the soccer team if you want to know more, they probably know him the best."

Max took a long drag of his boxed juice. "Who is Tyson interested in now?"

"Ray Kon." Hilary said, and Tyson looked sheepish.

The blonde didn't seem surprised. "He's in my class half of gym. He works at a restaurant part time at lunch, just to help out with the rush."

Hilary gave him a strange look. It seemed like they were over their little fight by now.

"We struck up a conversation about food during class." Max shook his boxed juice, dismayed it was empty.

Tyson deflated. "I wonder if I can catch him afterschool."

"You could probably talk to him now." Max offered. "He's running tryouts today for the soccer team, so he's probably there the whole period!"

"Sweet!" Tyson cheered and inhaled the rest of his pizza. "Will you guys come too?" He asked around a mouthful.

Max and Hilary looked at each other. "Sorry, I've got to go help Ms. Treble get my replacement up to speed."

"I have a debate club meeting as soon I'm done." The brunette waved her hand, pizza crust in the air. "But by all means, go! Go and turn all those to your ridiculous rock band idea!"

"I will!" Tyson agreed and slapped his own crust down. Max snickered.


On his way out to the field he saw Kai at the water fountain. His two tone hair was glinting in the sun and he had a scarf wrapped around his neck. The weather was getting cooler. It made him look awfully demure, Tyson thought and then immediately scratched that as one of the teen's cronies stuck a leg out to an unsuspecting passer-by, sending them sprawling. Kai was a sly bastard, the king of his court. That was certain.

That stupid Hiwatari Mystery…It was sleuth time! Since no one seemed wise to the ways of the great and elusive teen he'd have to dig them out himself.

The soccer players on the field were dispersing now and Tyson slipped to the boys' locker room when he didn't spot Ray among them.

"Ergh!" Tyson cringed at the school colours inside the room. Gray. And pink!

Bizarrely, there were a pair of pompoms on the bench and Tyson picked them up in amusement.

"It's more of a silver and mauve to me," A voice said with an amused lilt, reading the other's mind easily. "The girls like it though." The teen he was looking for said, as if girls liking men in pink made it all right.

Tyson dropped the pompoms with a slight embarrassment. "Hey, you're-"

"Ray Kon." The teen grinned, and Tyson noticed his hair was very, very long. He was balancing a soccer ball on his knee as he spoke. "You're new here right?"

"Yeah, I'm Tyson." He nodded cheerfully, surprised he'd been noticed. "Just moved back here, actually."

"You don't say," Ray tilted his head. "Are you lookin' to join the team? Try-outs just ended but we have another one for non-returning players."

Tyson laughed and waved a hand at that. "Oh no! Actually, I-" Tyson's eyes widened and Ray gave him a confused look before realizing his concern. The soccer player sweat-dropped with a sympathetic and somewhat nervous smile.

"What is that?" Tyson asked with ill-disguised horror.

The offending 'that' was the school mascot Mr. Bay High Bee, dressed in the most hideous combination of gray, pink, and his yellow and black stripes. It was the biggest abomination Tyson'd ever seen.

Mr. Bay High Bee took off the ridiculously mustached bee head and Tyson nearly fell over.

Scratch that, it was just Kenny, looking very harassed and sweaty.

"Chief?" Tyson asked plaintively. He'd never expected the short nerd to be the school mascot in a million years!

"Yes that's me." The short teen said testily as he adjusted his glasses. Tyson didn't even know why he was doing that, they were on his head not his face. He stared while Kenny took a paper cup of water from Ray who was fanning him down.

"Don't tell me you're here to seduce Ray to your side!" The Chief deduced perfectly.

"Er," Tyson laughed and rubbed the back of his head. "That's not exactly… Well," He paused.

Ray was blushing. "What's this now?" He asked as he helped pry the body of the mascot outfit off Kenny.

"Well," Tyson said, this time more confident. "I saw you and thought you'd be perfect."

The Chinese teen gave him a nervous look.

"You'd be the perfect bass player for my rock band!" The pony-tailed teen announced with a grin. "How about it Ray? There's prize money involved!" He offered, remembering the teen worked part time and had a scholarship.

"Um," Ray replied simply. "But I don't know how to play the bass."

"I can teach you everything you need to know, I've got one and know how to play." Tyson said proudly. "It's a piece of cake!"

The older teen's eye glinted at the word cake and Tyson quirked an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Why aren't you playing bass?" Ray asked practically.

"Because I'm the lead guitarist!"

Kenny rolled his eyes at the exchange. He re-tied his tie, it was green today.

"Well," The teen twirled the soccer ball on his finger in thought. "Prize money is pretty tempting. Sure. I can make time, and it'd be nice to graduate with a bang."

Tyson cheered madly, waving the previously discarded pompoms with relish. "YES! YES! YES!"

Ray grinned at his excitement and Tyson noticed he had longer canines than normal.

The Chief huffed in annoyance. "And then there were three." He said in a surly voice. "You do know you still need an entry spot."

"C'mon Chief, don't you wanna show off to MingMing?" He gave him his most charming smile. "If you let us in you can take credit for discovering us!"

Kenny blushed but then looked skeptical. "I doubt she'd see it like that."

Tyson's face fell and Ray smiled. "We can give you some new pick up lines and advice?" He suggested. It seemed like everyone in the school had been witness to Kenny's failed attempts to woo the Queen.

The Chief's face was completely red. "Deal. But Tyson, the only way I'll help you is if you do take up some extra curricular activities. Give back to the school community! I'm sure it's a great way to build up a fanbase too." The brunet nodded in conviction.

"But… But, I like my lazing time." He grinned boyishly and bat his eyes at the shorter teen.

Kenny did not buy it. "Better savour it then, 'cause you're going to work!"

"Say what?!"

Ray grinned. "If you join the soccer team, we can do lessons after practice!"

"Hey! Uh, that won't work, I can't be going to games all the time if I have to join more clubs!" Tyson howled.

The Chinese teen waved the pompoms at him. "Who said anything about playing?"

"If you say so…" Tyson said in quiet horror. He wondered what Ray had in store.

"Okay Tyson, I expect you at E-Shakespeare. I'll get you the Assembly forms for then. Now let's get Bee-Zee!!" Kenny cheered.

Tyson slapped a fingerless gloved hand to his face. Ray put his hand on the new kid's shoulder with an encouraging smile. "It won't be that bad!"

Lunch was just about up.


There weren't that many empty seats left in Art and Tyson scanned quickly.

"Hey!" Tyson exclaimed in delight and rushed over to spill his books onto the desk next to Ray Kon.

"I didn't know you were in this class." He pulled out the chair and slumped in. The other teen had been in the classroom long enough to set up his notes, which meant Tyson was pretty late. It didn't make sense, they'd left at the same time!

He checked. Nope, Treble hadn't had her coffee yet. The old lady was taking her time putting in the sugar and milk so he definitely hadn't been seen.

"Guess you never noticed", Ray smiled. "You should really pay attention!"

"Not as if you said anything," Tyson said defensively but in good humour. "You like art?"

Ms. Treble was savoring her first sip of the afternoon. He pitied the sucker who decided to walk in now. She'd make them do lines with her famous catch phrase all period.

"Well, to be honest, I'm really crap at it. It's just an easy credit. That model there is mine." He said sheepishly and pointed to a side of the room lined with shelves.

They both looked to the case of exemplars from other classes and previous years where a lumpy clay thing sat on the far right corner.

"That's… cool." Tyson said, wondering what the hell it was.

"Yeah Ms. Treble thought it was my homage to the Tibetan exile, but it's actually just supposed to be a tiger." He shrugged. "I didn't correct her."

Tyson didn't correct Ray either, he really was crap. But it wasn't like he was so much better, his art was music not painting or craftsmanship. The best masterpieces of drawing he managed to produce were like the blobbish ones he was doodling.

Him as lead rock star jamming on his guitar; Max on drums being full of energy; Ray on bass all cool. Hilary and Kenny were similar blobs on the side cheering (more like yelling) at them… The last person, the second guitarist's face, was pragmatically empty, for now.

For a moment he felt he could give the Queen MingMing a run for her money.


Coach Clef had them lined up like for a mug shot of epic proportions. It didn't help that the high florescent lights shone down on them in their drab uniforms of gray t-shirts and black shorts. Mr. Bay High Bee was proudly stamped on each of their backs.

The coach, a man with a very thick brown mustache, kind of like the Bee, and very large running shoes let out a long piercing whistle. It lasted so long their ears were ringing afterwards and Tyson privately thought he'd be good on a wind instrument. Publically, his opinion was a bit different.

"He needs to stop blowing that thing like his lover." Tyson joked in a nonchalant whisper to Max, Kenny, and Ray who were lined up next to him as Clef shouted out instructions on how to play basketball.

The chief turned red with embarrassment as he caught the innuendo right away. Yeah, Kenny was a pretty well-rounded kid. "Tyson! Don't let him hear you say things like that!"

This type of humor was really very strange to hear at Bay High. The random boys around them looked away and pretended to be more interested in the very high ceiling instead of listening in.

Ray smiled uncertainly. "He'll give you laps Tyson!"

"No he won't, I'm new!" The pony-tailed boy said, batting his eyelashes in innocence and the class watched as Mr. Clef did a lay-up with the basketball he'd been bouncing up and down so annoyingly. The whistle hit him in the face as he landed back on the gym floor and he hastily fumbled with it to make sure it didn't fall off.

"Someone get that man a hotdog, it's bigger and guaranteed to have more protein!" Tyson snickered madly at the look on Ray's face.

"Wow, Tyson that's… really dirty." The taller teen said finally with a slightly unsure smile, as if he wasn't positive that he should be enjoying the joke.

Tyson's laughter was contagious however, and he went along good naturedly with it while Kenny looked more and more like a beetroot. The rest of the class tittered but no one dared to crack any jokes themselves.

On the sideline against the wall, Kai's lips cracked into a wicked smirk at the new kid's antics. Coach Clef had a horrible attachment to blowing his whistle. One day he'd drop down dead from suffocation. And even though it was mean, it was still funny. Especially since Clef had been hounding him to be more 'proactive' for years. Carlos and the rest of his goons gave him a curious look. Caught, the dual-haired teen frowned as if he hadn't been amused at all. In fact, he looked downright pissed.

Sadly, Coach Clef chose to notice that. "Hiwatari!" He shouted loudly and blew his whistle again.

Tyson nearly split his side laughing making Ray and Kenny fear for their new friend's sanity.

"Come and do the lay-up since you seem to think this is a waste of time." Clef jutted his chin out stubbornly and waited until the teen in question joined him on the court. Kai looked extremely apathetic as the man bounced the ball to him and blew the whistle for him to start.

Kai grit his teeth.

The three jogging steps were taken carefully and the basketball sailed up and over, swishing cleaning through the net.

The class gave a polite applause. Kai looked pointedly at Tyson, because it was his fault he'd had to do this stupid crap, and then snubbed him and walked back to his gang.

The kids around "ooo'ed" at the new rivalry while Kai's gang snickered in appreciation. Tyson knew a challenge when he saw one. When they'd gotten into small groups to practice at the various nets around the gym he immediately hogged the ball and started doing his lay-ups.

"Your form's all wrong." Ray said with slight amusement but the ball went into the net anyway. Tyson smiled in satisfaction and then he turned and whistled at Kai's gang who had the net in the sulky corner by the exit.

"Watch this!" He yelled smugly noticing Kai's displeased look. The members in Tyson's group just fiddled around, rocking on the balls of their feet in boredom.

This time though, the ball was thrown so hard in determination that when it bounced off the backboard it sailed straight back and hit Tyson straight in the chest. "Oof!" He was knocked on his back and the whole class roared with laughter.

Coach Clef looked concerned. "You okay?"

Tyson nodded and shook his wild bangs out of his eyes with a sour look. That hadn't really gone as spectacularly as he'd planned. The teacher blew his whistle shrilly. "Hiwatari!"

The huge smirk on Kai's face was wiped in an instant and replaced with pure arrogance. "What?" He stopped bouncing his basketball.

"Come here and help Granger with his lay-up. You're his partner. Everyone get into pairs, back to work!!" He blew his whistle again and ran to get his water bottle.

Well, Tyson watched from his seated position on the floor, if Kai didn't want to kill him before he probably did now.

"Uh," The new kid started brilliantly. "Hi. I'm Tyson."

Kai didn't deign to react and snapped his fingers in front of Tyson's dazed eyes to bring him to attention. The dual haired teen did the lay-up again, perfect as usual then threw the ball at Tyson.

Grumbling, he did his own lay-up and it failed, miserably. Maybe Ray had been right about his form.

Kai looked pissed now and he snatched the ball from Tyson. He repeated the lay-up and passed Tyson the ball again, this time a bit too hard. He'd been staring intently at Kai's form.

The pony-tailed teen rubbed his chest, "Geez…" he muttered, but did the lay-up anyway. The ball skimmed around the rim of the net then sank in.

Tyson blinked in surprise and his eyes cut to Kai who seemed thoughtful and sat down on the floor. Tyson guessed that was his cue to continue practicing. He kind of felt like the Karate kid, next he was gonna have to wax on and off, with the Hiwatari Mystery watching his every move. He did another lay-up and the bounce of the ball off his palm left a strange stinging but pleasing sensation.

The Cleftor called for them to practice passes. One of Kai's little henchmen was hovering near to replace Tyson at this new lesson since there were an odd number of students but the Coach pointedly paired up with him. Kai's gang must've done something in their past lives too to get on that man's bad side.

Kai apathetically bounce-passed the ball to him and Tyson followed his example. This carried on for a while and it was really starting to grate on Tyson's nerves that he was being treated like the ugliest person on earth. One second Kai was teaching him good form and now Kai refused to look at him!

The Hiwatari Mystery needed to be solved.

Starting with…

"Hey, so, you're kinda hot." Tyson started out unabashedly which made Kai gape. The follow-up wasn't as good. "Why do you wear all that make-up?"

The basketball slammed into his face.

"Oooowwww…." Tyson groaned loudly. Coach didn't notice the foul play as he was too busy shining his whistle.

"Whoops. Guess I have butterfingers." Kai's smirk was back.

"Where are you hiding it?" Tyson licked his lip to get rid of the sting and grinned teasingly. He checked Kai out for places he could stash candy bars of that variety, remembering how Kai apparently loved the vending machine like a brother. Kai looked about ready to have a cow.

Coach Clef let off a shrill whistle perfectly in time with the bell, signaling the end of gym time. Kai pushed pass Tyson abruptly, making his way to the front of the line into the gym locker rooms by sheer intimation.

Everyone filed in.


Max said it was a miracle that there were so many guys changing and showering and causing a huge commotion in the locker room because that meant Kai had less of a chance of spotting Tyson and killing him.

Tyson was almost disappointed.

"You're in for a nasty surprise, Tyson." Max warned and Ray agreed whole-heartedly, pulling on a fresh t-shirt.

Tyson shook his hair out of his eyes and took it out of his pony-tail to redo the tie. "I think I've got him figured out."

The guys around Tyson all gave each other looks of dismay but did not press the issue.

Ray waited for Max and Tyson, idly running a comb through the front of his hair and they made their way out of the gym lockers towards the school lockers so they could get their bags. Kenny had been lost in the fray or maybe he'd managed to disappear to one of his clubs again, it was hard to tell.

Hilary was leaning against Max's locker when they showed up.

"Um," She had a blush on her cheek and a determined frown. "I'm sorry for earlier Max."

If the apology came as a surprise to Max, he didn't show it. "No problem Hil, I'm sorry too."

Awww, how sweet. Tyson and Ray shared an amused glance, and Tyson was severely happy that they did. It was a bit weird being around a boy and a girl who were such good friends. At his old school, well, yeah. That had been that.

As if on cue, Kai and his goons walked pass them all, straight to the vending machine. Kai's hair was wet, as if he'd showered. He looked severely pissed.

Nothing new there. Before they could stop him Tyson yelled out, "Hey, Kai, wanna break me off a piece of that?" He pointed to the Kit-Kat bar in his hand with a joking grin.

"Tyson!" Hilary, Max, and Ray all dog piled him, sending him straight into the lockers in an effort to shut him up. No one wanted an epic fight so early in the school year, it would mean Beats.

"G-G-" Tyson laughed madly into the locker. "Gimme a break!"

But the Mystery had already slammed out.

He didn't think anyone ever watched Kai for long, because it was so obvious if you actually did. He'd watched the dual-haired teen when he was taking a drink of water from a fountain. He'd rubbed the lingering moisture from his lips with the back of his hand while the other hand dove into his pocket and pulled out a small toy. Kai looked at the toy like it was his family or something and then he hastily shoved it back into the safe pocket.

At first Tyson'd thought nothing of it except for the stray thought of, 'Okay, that was a little psycho…' But the more he replayed the scene in his head he realized Kai walked around with his hand in his pocket a lot. He sure was paranoid about something that seemed so silly.

Tyson grinned to himself all day.

The Mystery was so busted.

Because Kai liked Beyblade.


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Disclaimer: Beyblade and all its likeness does not belong to me.