I feel really bad. I wanted to have this chapter up within a week of my last update as a way to say thank you for all the reviews (I am VERY grateful).

Seriously I don't know what's up with me. When I have loads of spare time and nothing to do (like I have over the past few weeks) I can't seem to write anything. Yet, whenever I'm busy and should be focusing on something else, I get these huge brainstorms and all I want to do it sit down and get typing! It's so frustrating!

Remember;

We only make others feel bad,

To make you feel good.

Ugly Betty


Chapter 21 - Back Where They Belong

Tyson's POV

'Dizzi's online with your bit-beasts... Make him angry.'

I let out a shaky breath, my eyes flickering from the screen over to Kai's still figure. I swallowed hard; this is it. This really is it...

So, if this is it, why am I not doing anything?

I continued to stare at Kai for some time, I could feel Kenny becoming impatient beside me, earning me a soft step on the foot. But for some reason, I sat still, as though paralysed, drifting off into something of a different dimension. Time seemed to stand still, and the only thing I could see was the back off Kai.

'Make him angry.'

Why did this suddenly seem like the most impossible task?

Since I have known him, I have been able to irritate Kai just by breathing the same air as him. I can clearly picture how he used to close his eyes in a frown, a vein twitching around his temple and how he would take a deep breath and walk away with a 'hn.' He very rarely showed emotion back then, however since we won the tournament in Russia, a whole new side to Kai seemed to develop out of nowhere. He got frustrated a lot and his sarcasm was upped a few notches. But, for some reason, I never saw this as a bad thing. Sure, his temper was a pain in the backside to have to deal with, yet... it felt like Kai was allowing us (us meaning the Bladebreaker's team) to see a different part of him. And it was always quite a nice surprise to get some sort of reaction out of him, instead of the cold-shoulder.

I don't like fighting with Kai, though I can't deny that sometimes I like to irritate him like hell, but I don't purposely want to make him storm off in one of his moods. Yet, almost every time we've seen each other over the past month, (or since our return from Russia) we've squabbled like a married couple and sometimes things have even turn pretty violent and nasty, however, despite this and despite how much Kai makes me want to scream at times; I don't want to fight with him. I never do. And that's why it suddenly feels wrong and, god what's happening to me? - cruel, of me to make Kai get angry.

Kenny nudged his foot against mine again, only through impatience this time. My eyes quickly flicker slyly in his direction. His fingers are resting on his laptop keypad, but he was tapping random keys, I guess he was feeling just as nervous as I was. I can only imagine how disappointed he'd be if this experiment (I guess that's what we're calling it) doesn't work.

For his sake more than mine, I decided I'd better at least try to get started.

I glanced around the room quickly, as though wishing I could use telepathy to make some random object act on my behalf. My eyes landed on a notepad that was laying on the desk which I was leaning on. With only one pathetic idea in mind, I cautiously opened the notepad and ripped out a blank page. Glad that Max and Ray were still making small talk, I was able to silently scrunch the paper into a ball. With that done, cringing before I'd even started, I lamely threw the paper ball at Kai, where it hit him on the back of the head.

Kenny slapped his hand over his eyes dramatically as my cringe deepened. Max and Ray both fell silent and looked at me with raised eyebrows; I merely shrugged at them. Kai slowly turned around to face me, one of his own eyebrows raised and a look of annoyance and slight curiosity on his face. His eyes dropped to the paper ball, which was now on the floor next to the bed, before sliding back up to view my face again. I said nothing, feeling highly embarrassed at my terrible attempt to piss him off. Kai rolled his eyes at me, like I was a silly little child before turning his back on us to face the window again.

The room was silent for a moment as Kenny, Ray and Max all stared at me like I was the dumbest person on the planet. I pulled a face at them, as though it was my way of explaining my actions.

I can't really explain why, but I felt almost pressured while they were in the room. I wasn't looking forward to seeing an angry Kai, so I was already lacking enthusiasm; but having Ray, Kenny and Max stood around me, waiting expectantly for me to pull the pin on the grenade (a hypothetical grenade of course), wasn't doing much for my nerves.

I carefully scrunched up another piece of paper from the notepad while I was watched unbelievingly by three pairs of eyes, before throwing it again at the back of Kai's head.

The sharp inhale of annoyance from Kai was heard by everyone in the room as once again he turned to face me, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"How old are you?" he snapped.

With no reasoning behind what I was doing, I replied carelessly;

"How old are you?"

I saw the impatience and irritation flash in his eyes while Ray and Max shared a bewildered look. I can admit it; I have no idea how to make Kai angry... I know, unbelievable right? So I guess I'll make a fool out of myself, that has somehow always got on Kai's nerves. With everyone watching, I ripped another piece of paper from the notebook, scrunched it into a ball and threw it at Kai. Only this time he caught it before it hit him.

"Seriously... what are you doing?" he asked slowly.

I was silent for a moment, as once again, I ripped out a piece of paper, purposely being slow, and screwed it up into a tight ball.

"I'm throwing paper balls at you," I answered indifferently, before launching the newly made paper bomb at him, which he block with his arm.

He lowered his arm, a perfect glare settled upon his face, "why? May I ask."

I shrugged, another paper ball already formed in my hand. "Because I'm bored..."

I threw the ball at him, which, again, he easily blocked.

"Moron," he sneered, throwing one back, which I wasn't expecting and it hit me squarely on the forehead. I heard Max snicker to my right. I rubbed my head, not that it hurt, but just to rid myself on the annoying tingling that was there now.

"I'm the moron?" I snapped, picking up the paper ball he had thrown at me and launching it back in his direction, "you're the moron! Always running and hiding away..." I added the last part a little more quietly, but it was still enough for the annoyance in Kai's eyes to turn into frustration. I also noticed how Max, Ray and Kenny all appeared to have become very uncomfortable being in the room with us. Ray's fingers were stretching out and them curling continuously. Kenny looked like he was trying to hide behind him laptop and Max was chewing on his lip; his eyes zooming back and forth from Kai to me.

I almost expected Kai to launch at me then and there, I even closed my eyes half way as though I was preparing to flinch. However, no sort of physical contact was made. Instead, Kai was still sat on my bed, giving me one hell of a vicious glare, one which I read as, 'shut the hell up right now or else you'll be sorry.'

Swallowing my nerves and pushing down my doubts, I continued;

"While we're all in here, I wanted to ask you a few questions -"

That got the reaction I was looking for. Kai stood up sharply, eyes narrowed. His temper had obviously rose a fair bit with just hearing that one sentence despite his attempts to stay calm.

"No questions!" he snapped, before striding across the room, hastily pushing Max out of his path to the door.

For a few seconds, it was like time appeared to slow down. As Kai's hand outstretched to the door handle, I felt a chain of reactions travel throughout my body. I frowned in annoyance at Kai's usual response of 'avoid all questions,' before a feeling a current of anger pulse through my veins. I closed my eyes. Why does he always do it? Why does he run? What is the point? What's he trying to protect?

When I reopened my eyes, I just caught the tip of Kai's jacket disappearing around the corner of the doorway. Before I even knew what I was doing, I was properly up on my own feet and I was storming over to the door in pursuit.

"Get BACK here you bastard!" I roared, following Kai along the hallway, noticing how he picked up his pace when realising I was chasing after him. He passed the living room, and that's when I realised he was heading for the bathroom.

"Oh no you don't!"

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Normal POV

Max had a strange look upon his face as he chewed the inside of his cheek nervously. Kenny still sat opposite him, his laptop resting on his lap, and although the lid was open, he was not typing anything. Instead he was wringing his hands together.

"...That was awkward," Ray spoke after a while, his eyes finally having left the floor to make contact with the other two still left in the room. Despite how nervous he had felt throughout the day, Ray couldn't deny that he'd felt almost happy that things may soon be back to normal. However, that last scene had left him feeling rather cold inside. The reality of the situation was finally setting in; two of his friends were probably about to start beating each other black and blue.

"I hope neither of them get hurt," Max mumbled in response.

Just at that moment a huge THUD! sounded from outside the room, and Ray, who was leaning against the wall in Tyson's bedroom, even felt the vibration from the impact. Only seconds past when they heard Kai's voice...

"SON OF A - !"

Ray jumped sharply away from the wall in surprise as they heard another thud! against the wall, it was unbelievable that wood didn't split from the force. Ray stared at the wall in shock before turning his head to look at Max and Kenny.

Kenny's mouth had dropped open, while Max had scrunched up his face and stuffed his fingers in his ears. Good thing too, as the next sounds that could be heard were some of the most vulgar and insulting words ever invented. Ray's eyes widened as he distinctly heard, 'mother-fucker!' and 'little shit-head!' were thrown out, although he selectively cut off his hearing when he heard Kai used the 'C' word, (the 'C' word being a distasteful synonym for the female sex organ).

"You think they're angry enough yet?" Max asked, his fingers still in his ears, although Kai's cussing was getting louder by the second.

"YeAH," he said, raising my voice as the wall shook violently as something (which he guessed was either Kai or Tyson) rammed into it from the other side. "Your call chief!"

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"Is this the way you solve thing's, Kai?" Tyson choked out, narrowly avoiding one of Kai's hands which shot out to seize his throat, "by throwing a hissy-fit!?!?"

Kai growled angrily, forcing Tyson back and slamming him against the wall in the hallway. He felt his pulse rate go through the roof. How DARE Tyson keep pushing his nose into his business? And then he has the nerve to act like HE'S the one behaving like a PMS-ing teenage girl. Tyson went to push Kai back, but Kai planted his feet firmly on the floor and held Tyson in place; purposely making the other teens head slam against the wall.

"And what about you, Tyson?" Kai sneered nastily, deciding he's received enough verbal crap and it was time to give some back, "Daddy and big bro' are back but it's not you they're smothering with that disgusting, sickly putrid. Is that what makes you sad? That's your excuse for acting like a ungrateful little four year old?"

Kai saw the physical transformation Tyson went through from the impact of those words. His face twisted in anger, teeth slightly bared and his expression seemed to freeze like that. Though the anger was still growing, judging by those blazing, fiery eyes. The pupils that thinned right down to pin-heads, eyebrows knitted together in fury.

"Don't like it, do you?" Kai hissed aggressively, "when someone outside starts judging your family and yourself when, basically, they know nothing at all."

"And what?" Tyson snarled back, "you think our situations are the same? I've tried to offer you help Kai, blatantly I have. But you're too much of a stubborn, prideful arsehole to accept."

With a new found strength, Tyson seized the front of Kai's T-Shirt and managed to force him back a few steps, so he was no longer pinned against the wall. Both boy's were shaking with anger, though the fight right now had turned more into a glaring match. Neither of them noticed Kenny pop his head out of the bedroom door, holding Dizzi up so she could see what was going on.

"They're both angry Dizzi... Why isn't anything happening? Are you sure both Dragoon and Dranzer are 'active'?" He whispered to the trapped bit-beast.

"Positive," she answered back in the quietest tone her metallic voice could manage, "...they just need to get more angry..."

Kenny gulped, glancing from Kai to Tyson. The tension and fury around the two was growing by the second, he could feel it... heck, he'd be surprised his Hiro and 'Grandpa' couldn't feel it and they were right at the other side of the Granger property in the dojo training room. More angry? That didn't even seem possible at this point. If there was any more rage to come; the house would probably be in ruins at the end of it.

Kai was obviously surprised by the sudden increase of strength from the other, as the muscles in his arms visibly tensed as he tried to push Tyson back.

"Stubborn?" Kai snapped viciously, "try taking a look in the mirror Tyson. And pride? What of it? You're the one with the ego!" he sniggered cruelly, "is that why it hurts so much when daddy isn't fussing over you? That's pathetic. Then again, sentimental slush seems to run in your family!"

"You bastard!"

Tyson completely snapped, he quickly let go of Kai's T-shirt before reeling back one of his hands, curling it into a ball and thrusting his fist straight into Kai's cheek. Kai was staggered back a few steps, almost hitting the other wall. He was able to gather himself just in time to block another punch from Tyson. Seizing the oncoming wrist, he tugged Tyson towards him and brought up his knee.

Tyson let out a pained gasp as he felt his intestines clench up at the impact and the wind knocked out of him. If he had been in his own body and Kai had done that to him, Tyson probably would have keeled over and curled himself up in the foetal position on the floor, however, it would appear that Kai's well built abdomen cushioned the blow a fair bit. In terms of muscles, Tyson (being in Kai's body) would have the upper hand, however, Kai had had years of training and had better fighting technique than Tyson. In other words; this was not going to be pretty.

Tyson, recovering quickly, punched Kai in the stomach. Kai , winded, doubled over.

"Little shit!" he managed to gasp, as one of his arms instinctively wrapped around his waist, cradling himself.

Tyson glared angrily at Kai.

"I actually can't believe you have the nerve to insult my family!" he spat seizing Kai's shoulders, "at least they don't beat on me! They don't take me into the cellar and torture me!!! THEY DON'T TREAT ME LIKE A TOOL!"

From there on, it turned into a full-fledged fight. Punches were thrown and kicks were aimed as both teens tried to get the upper hand. Kenny, who was only stood a couple of feet away from them, could only watch in horror. It was lucky he hadn't dropped his laptop yet.

"Dizzi???" he cried, his hands shaking badly as the two boys toppled onto the floor and it became a battle of who could pin the other first.

"If it's going to work," Dizzi started, shock evident in her own metallic voice at the scene being played out in front of them, "it should be any minute now!"

Kai, using all the strength he could muster, rolled himself and Tyson over, so he had the other pinned beneath him. Outrage in his eyes, he raised his fist, preparing to make Tyson very sorry for saying such things.

There was a mille-second that past by like a millennium. Kai's and Tyson's eyes were locked upon each other. Emotions were passed between the two as though they were reading each others minds.

'You act like being beaten by your relatives is natural. Like it's human for families to treat each other like that. I hate everything that your Grandfather does to you. But I also hate you for allowing him to get away with it!'

'Why do you think you have the right to preach to me? Everything I am; the life I live, the pain, the solitude... my Grandfather... it's all I've ever known. Who are you to stick your nose in and tell me it's not right? Who do you think you ARE?'

Kai growled with rage, the hand that was curled into a ball raised at head level, suddenly came crashing down, aimed straight for Tyson's face. He was determined to make Tyson remember this one. Tyson closed his eyes as a sudden fear took over him, seeing the fist coming straight for his face, Kai was really going to do some damage with this one.

However, before Kai's fist could make contact with anything, there was a an alarming white light, momentarily blinding both boys.

Kenny let out a shriek as the entire screen on his laptop turned white and began to glow. It turned their surroundings pure white, and all he could do was scrunch his eyes closed. Kenny let out a gasp as his laptop over-heated and staggered back dropping it onto the floor.

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Ray and Max, still inside Tyson's bedroom, listening to the commotion outside the room, abruptly jumped from their sitting positions as a blinding white light appeared from the crack underneath the door. They stared, wide-eyed, at the light that swept into the room like a ghost, before sharing a look.

"You think...?"

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Tyson opened his eyes despite the brightness when he heard Kenny shriek and a clatter from behind him. It took a few seconds before he was able to focus on anything. He felt dizzy, unable to concentrate on single objects. However, one thought ran through his mind.

'This is it... we - we're switching.'

It was strange. Beyond strange actually. He'd never been drunk before in his life, but he imagined this is what it felt like. Eyes swivelling, stomach churning, head pounding and unconsciousness tugging on his brain. Despite this, he forced his eyes to stay open. He managed to focus on Kai who was still above his, fist only a few inches from Tyson's face. Kai had his eyes scrunched up tightly, and he was swaying badly. The hand that Kai was using to pin Tyson's shoulder to the floor was shaking, in fact his whole body was.

Slowly, Kai opened his eyes, blinking in pain as the bright light stung.

Tyson almost felt himself crumble at the expression on his face. His face was wrung with confusion, anxiety... and fear. Of course, Kai wasn't in on this plan, he had no idea what was happening.

And he looked absolutely terrified.

"What's h-happening...?" he breathed, an obvious quiver in his voice. But before Tyson could even open his mouth to answer, Kai had fallen sideways and hit the floor; unconscious.

Tyson turned his head as he watched Kai fall. The movement pained his head, and he began to see double. Knowing he was about to faint, he used every ounce of strength and will he had left in his body, he lifted his left arm, which felt as though it was made of lead, and reached and grasped Kai's wrist.

"It'll be okay..." he croaked, his vision fading into darkness.

"...I promise."

And with that he fainted.

"Do you think they'll be okay?"

There was silence throughout the room. Max, Ray and Kenny were back in Tyson's room, the tree of them all sat on the bed, staring down at the figures of Tyson and Kai on the floor, a pillow underneath each of their heads.

Ray looked sympathetically at Max, who was chewing n his fingernails almost violently, his eyes looking watery. He placed a hand on the blondes shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, Max," he said, hoping he sounded reassuring and confident, "they'll wake up any minutes now... though I'm curious to know whether or not they swapped back..."

At this, both Max and Ray turned to look at Kenny, who was in a stunned silence, very much like the first time Kai and Tyson had swapped. In his hands was his laptop, fried. Again, were similar to the first switch. He hadn't said a word since Max and Ray had dashed out of the bedroom after the light, that had crept underneath the gap in the door, had disappeared to find both Tyson and Kai on the floor, unconscious.

They had lifted the two boys into the bedroom fifteen minutes ago, and were now sat patiently waiting for them to awake. It had been a painfully long fifteen minutes. Every time either Tyson and Kai so much as twitched in their slumbered state, Ray, Max and Kenny would jumped to the edge of the bed and lean forward with desperation.

"...It was amazing..."

Ray blinked at Kenny's response.

"Chief?"

Kenny shook his head, "it's hard to explain... it was like everything in the world fell away, and there was just white. Like we were nothing more than data on a computer."

Ray opened his mouth to respond, (something like 'you like computers way to much, chief,') when there was movement on the floor. Max, Ray and Kenny all jumped forward. It was Tyson... or Kai... well it was Kai's face that was twitching slightly, and within moments, crimson eyes opened.

And the first thing those crimson eyes saw were the faces of Ray, Max and Kenny inches from his own.

There was a very large silence, as the three kneeling boys held their breath watching as one slate eyebrow slowly rose up. Finally Max couldn't take it anymore. He seized the shoulders of Kai's body and shook the boy hard.

"ARE YOU KAI OR TYSON!?!?"

The other slate eyebrow rose up to meet the other.

"I'm Kai..."

Ray and Kenny feel backwards with a huge sigh while a huge smile formed over Max's face. He whooped happily and released Kai's shoulders.

"It worked!"

Kai sat up slowly, his hand moving up to his forehead and rubbing his temples, trying to rid himself of the pounding in his head. It was only after in minute or so before he fully registered Max's words.

"What work - ?"

Kai completely froze as he looked at the palm of his hand. Pale...?

His eyes travelled down to his lap as he looked over his clothing... his clothing, as in his own... not Tyson's. What? Confusion written over his features, he slowly lowered his hand. Ray leaned forward, noticing the frown on Kai's face.

"Kai?" he asked, "Kai, are you alright?"

Kai ignored him. Slowly, very slowly, his head bowed and tilted to the left.

He sucked air in sharply through his teeth. That was Tyson lying next to him. Tyson in his own body... so that must mean they had swapped back... but...

Kai squeezed his eyes shut. How? When did... The last thing I remember is fighting with Tyson... and now...? This doesn't make any sense... But, this is what I wanted.

He swallowed thickly, and he felt like a tone of bricks had just landed in his stomach.

Keiko... Grandfather...

Without warning, Kai lifted himself onto his feet. He flicked his hair out of his eyes, and scanned the room, his eyes not stopping once to answer the puzzled looks he was receiving from Max, Ray and Kenny. His eyes finally stopped on the duffel bag that Tyson had brought the day before.

Ignoring the cries from Max as he roughly shoved the blonde out of his path, he made his way over the bag and scooped it up, throwing it onto his shoulder. He was about to head for the door, when he suddenly stopped.

Something not right...

Kai dug his hand into his cargo-pants pocket, his hand touching metal, and he scooped out a grey/white beyblade. Dragoon. He made his way over to Tyson, who was still out-cold on the floor, ignoring Kenny who he pushed out of his way this time, and dropped the beyblade next to Tyson's hand. He then dug his hand into Tyson's jean pocket, where he knew Dranzer was, having placed his beloved blade there only a few hours ago.

Kai straighten up and finally gave his attention to Ray, Max and Kenny.

"I'm going home."

My fingers are actually aching after writing this.

Well the experiment was successful, though I think most of you guessed it would be. BUT don't you get clever yet! Because I still have a lot of twists left that NONE of you will have guessed. NONE OF YOU, I say!!!

I really sorry if I'm annoying anyone by saying this again... but detail? Am I doing okay? I used to not worry about it so much only a little while ago. However, I told my best friend, Casey, about fanfiction .net, and she got really excited because she loves writing and beyblade, and she started writing her own story. Anyway, a few weeks ago, she let me read what she'd wrote so far...

Seriously there was so much detail and description, it was absolutely amazing... and I guess ever since I've been a little paranoid about my own writing skills.

Please review everyone. It will be greatly appreciated.

Anyway, I hope everyone had a lovely Christmas, and I wish you all the best for the new year. Make sure you all get excruciatingly drunk.


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Sometimes I wish I could be you,

So I could be friends with me.

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Quote from the bible of

KirstieKatastrophe™ aka Phoenix-falling