Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of the characters from the hit TV
show. I don't even own a Beyblade toy for that matter. HASBRO owns
Beyblade. I own my character, Yuki, and the plot to this fic. You can't sue
me because I don't make money off of this. So there.
Tyson stretched out in his bed and opened his eyes. He sat up and blinked a few times sleepily. He yawned and looked out his window. The sun was already up and it bathed on his carpet through the window.
"Oh, I wonder what time it is. I'm starving." He slipped out of his bed and yawned again.
Tyson walked down the dojo's hallway while rubbing his eyes. Two white figures had already sat down to breakfast. They were blurry so Tyson didn't know what was going on. One figure was sitting down and wore white and red. While the other white figure was standing and was half-blue.
"Hi, Tyson." One greeted cheerfully.
"Whuu?" Tyson managed to mumble. The voice had sounded like a female. Since when did he have females living with him? Tyson rubbed his eyes a few times more. Now everything was beginning to clear up.
Yuki was actually dressed in a white and red training kimono, sitting at the kitchen table. Her hair was tied up in a high pony-tail. His grandfather was dressed in his usual white and blue training kimono making poached eggs and toast.
"Oh, uh hey, Yuki. How do you feel?" Tyson remembered about yesterday's incident. To his surprise, Yuki smiled.
"Great, what about you?" Tyson walked over to the table cautiously.
"Uuh fine. Um, Yuki?" She looked up still smiling.
"Yeah?"
"Why are you dressed like that?" Yuki looked down at her half-white and half-red training kimono.
"Oh, this. Well your grandpa's gonna help me train today and said it would be best if I dressed like this." She explained. Tyson drew his head back in confusion.
"Train?"
"Yep, I'm gonna train too." She smiled again. "By the way, I hope your arm gets better." Tyson blinked and looked down at his arm. Part of it was still wrapped with bandages.
"Oh, uh thanks."
Tyson's grandfather brought out a large plate of poached eggs and a slightly smaller plate with toast on it. Tyson licked his lips hungrily.
"Mmm, looks good, Grandpa!" Tyson cheered as he lifted up his plate, ready to scoop the eggs onto it.
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Yuki and Tyson walked into the training room and headed over to one side of the room where the wooden dojo swords leant against the wall. Yuki picked one up and found it to be lighter than she had expected. She held it by the hilt with both hands.
Tyson glanced over to her and smiled. "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it in no time." Yuki nodded and raised the point of the sword into the air. She took a few steps back and raised the sword high above her head. She then closed her eyes. And sliced at a random direction. Yuki opened her eyes and sweat dropped.
The sword had taken a stroke to the side of Tyson's head. Tyson dropped his sword while a large bump appeared where Yuki had hit him. Yuki dropped her sword as well and clasped her hands over her mouth.
"Oh my gosh, Tyson. I'm so sorry!!" She ran over to him as he held his head tightly.
"No... problem." He said while wincing in pain.
"Come on, let's get yeah a Band-Aid." Yuki led him outside corridor and into he bathroom.
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"Does this hurt? *Poke* "
"Yes."
"Does this hurt? *Poke* "
"Yes."
"Does this-"
"YES IT HURTS!!"
"Sorry."
Yuki laughed nervously while Tyson rubbed the bump. He laughed a little too. Yuki made him sit on the toilet while she rummaged through the medicine cabinet.
"Come on, there's gotta be at least ONE Band-Aid in here! AhHA! There it- wait no, that's an ear thingy." Yuki scratched her head. "Now if I were a Band- Aid where would I be?"
"On someone's head?" Tyson suggested. Yuki gave him a funny look. "Well it's true. Lemmee see." Tyson stood up now and walked over beside her. Yuki let him walk in front of so she could put her head on top of his.
"It's gotta be in here some where."
Andrew walked into the dojo and looked around. Now where was Tyson? His grandfather had told him he was inside getting a Band- Aid. He walked down the hallway and peered into several rooms.
"Is that it?"
"Nah, that's too thin."
Andrew whirled around to a door that was half closed. He looked inside and could see Yuki with her arms wrapped around Tyson's shoulders and her head on his. Andrew's eyes went wide.
"AhHA! There it is! Finally!" Yuki cheered. Her ears perked up as she heard the breath of another presence. She turned her head around to the side and saw Andrew lurking behind the door. "Hi, Andrew." Tyson's head twisted around slightly as well.
"Oh hey, Andrew. What's up?"
"What's UP?!! You're with Yuki and you're asking me what's UP?!!" Andrew yelled incredulously. Yuki tilted her head to the side.
"What's so crazy about me being with Tyson?"
"Well, you're 13 and he's only 12-" Yuki gave him a funny look.
"I'm not 13. I'm 14. What gave you the idea I was 13?" Andrew stepped back and looked over to Tyson who was laughing nervously.
"Look, how was I supposed to know? I thought she was thirteen!" Andrew nodded.
"Well, anyways, that's even more reason why it's crazy!"
"Okay, why is age a matter of importance all of a sudden?"
"Well, it IS kinda weird when a fourteen-year-old dates a twelve-year- old." Yuki's eyes went wide.
"Since when was I ever dating, Tyson?!" Andrew looked surprised.
"Uh, I just saw you hugging him."
"I was looking for Band- Aids with him, you nitwit."
"Oh. Well, uh, sorry for bothering you. Uh, yeah. Bye." And at that, he ran off. Yuki and Tyson both sweat dropped.
"Well that was... weird." Tyson said. Yuki nodded.
"No kidding."
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Yuki strapped on some headphones and slipped her Walkman onto the straps of the lower half of her kimono. She whipped out her wooden dojo sword and smiled. She twirled the hilt between her fingers and grabbed it tightly with her right hand.
She shifted her shoulders up and down and nodded her head to the beat of her music. She slid her feet to one side and sliced the sword through the air and under her arm. She shook her head from side to side and twirled the sword again before striking the air.
Yuki bent down and slid the sword through the air horizontally. Her feet hopped to intertwined and then back out again. She spun the sword around in front of her. She then stopped it in her left hand and passed it to her right from behind.
She rested the dojo sword against the wall as she watched Tyson strike the air over and over again. She leant against the wall as he slid to one side as if dodging a blow and striking the air. It was almost as if he had an imaginary opponent.
---
Tyson stepped into the bathroom with his yellow T-shirt and plaid boxers. He pulled his toothbrush out of the white cup and ran it under the tap.
Yuki came up behind him with her own toothbrush. He glanced over to her and she seemed to be in PJs as well. She wore baggy green and red plaid Pajama pants with a white sleeveless shirt. She smiled as a greeting and ran her toothbrush under the water as well. Whilst Tyson was applying toothpaste to his. He passed it to Yuki, who applied the same amount.
They lifted their toothbrushes and began to scrub their teeth. White bubbly foam appeared at their mouths as they continued to brush. Tyson spit first soon followed by Yuki. Yuki ran the tap and picked up some of the water and put it in her mouth. She swished it around in her cheeks and spit it back out. She ran the tap and kept on brushing. Tyson spit out the remains of his toothpaste and picked up his own handful of water and swished it around to get the fully clean of his teeth.
Yuki spit out her toothpaste as well and rinsed her toothbrush under the tap one final time. She dropped her toothbrush into the cup and smiled with her teeth.
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"Night Grandpa!"
"G'night my man!"
"*Groan* Night Yuki!"
" Good night Tyson! Good night Grandpa!"
"G'night little lady!"
"Hey! He's my grandpa!"
"Yeah, well he's mine too!"
"No he's not!"
"Oh, but he is!"
"How about I fight you for him?"
"You're on!"
Tyson ran into Yuki's room while she sat up. He leapt onto her futon and dove for her stomach. Yuki laughed madly as Tyson tickled her fiercely. She counterattacked by going for his armpits. He let go immediately and she had total control. She moved down and tickled the sides of his stomach. Tyson laughed loudly.
-----
Tyson rested his head on the futon's pillow and sighed. NOW he was tired. It had been a tie. Oh well, there was always tomorrow.
Yuki nuzzled into him and raised her fist in front of her mouth, almost as if she sucking her thumb but it was too for away to do so.
"G'night Yuki."
"G'night Tyson."
Tyson stretched out in his bed and opened his eyes. He sat up and blinked a few times sleepily. He yawned and looked out his window. The sun was already up and it bathed on his carpet through the window.
"Oh, I wonder what time it is. I'm starving." He slipped out of his bed and yawned again.
Tyson walked down the dojo's hallway while rubbing his eyes. Two white figures had already sat down to breakfast. They were blurry so Tyson didn't know what was going on. One figure was sitting down and wore white and red. While the other white figure was standing and was half-blue.
"Hi, Tyson." One greeted cheerfully.
"Whuu?" Tyson managed to mumble. The voice had sounded like a female. Since when did he have females living with him? Tyson rubbed his eyes a few times more. Now everything was beginning to clear up.
Yuki was actually dressed in a white and red training kimono, sitting at the kitchen table. Her hair was tied up in a high pony-tail. His grandfather was dressed in his usual white and blue training kimono making poached eggs and toast.
"Oh, uh hey, Yuki. How do you feel?" Tyson remembered about yesterday's incident. To his surprise, Yuki smiled.
"Great, what about you?" Tyson walked over to the table cautiously.
"Uuh fine. Um, Yuki?" She looked up still smiling.
"Yeah?"
"Why are you dressed like that?" Yuki looked down at her half-white and half-red training kimono.
"Oh, this. Well your grandpa's gonna help me train today and said it would be best if I dressed like this." She explained. Tyson drew his head back in confusion.
"Train?"
"Yep, I'm gonna train too." She smiled again. "By the way, I hope your arm gets better." Tyson blinked and looked down at his arm. Part of it was still wrapped with bandages.
"Oh, uh thanks."
Tyson's grandfather brought out a large plate of poached eggs and a slightly smaller plate with toast on it. Tyson licked his lips hungrily.
"Mmm, looks good, Grandpa!" Tyson cheered as he lifted up his plate, ready to scoop the eggs onto it.
---
Yuki and Tyson walked into the training room and headed over to one side of the room where the wooden dojo swords leant against the wall. Yuki picked one up and found it to be lighter than she had expected. She held it by the hilt with both hands.
Tyson glanced over to her and smiled. "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it in no time." Yuki nodded and raised the point of the sword into the air. She took a few steps back and raised the sword high above her head. She then closed her eyes. And sliced at a random direction. Yuki opened her eyes and sweat dropped.
The sword had taken a stroke to the side of Tyson's head. Tyson dropped his sword while a large bump appeared where Yuki had hit him. Yuki dropped her sword as well and clasped her hands over her mouth.
"Oh my gosh, Tyson. I'm so sorry!!" She ran over to him as he held his head tightly.
"No... problem." He said while wincing in pain.
"Come on, let's get yeah a Band-Aid." Yuki led him outside corridor and into he bathroom.
---
"Does this hurt? *Poke* "
"Yes."
"Does this hurt? *Poke* "
"Yes."
"Does this-"
"YES IT HURTS!!"
"Sorry."
Yuki laughed nervously while Tyson rubbed the bump. He laughed a little too. Yuki made him sit on the toilet while she rummaged through the medicine cabinet.
"Come on, there's gotta be at least ONE Band-Aid in here! AhHA! There it- wait no, that's an ear thingy." Yuki scratched her head. "Now if I were a Band- Aid where would I be?"
"On someone's head?" Tyson suggested. Yuki gave him a funny look. "Well it's true. Lemmee see." Tyson stood up now and walked over beside her. Yuki let him walk in front of so she could put her head on top of his.
"It's gotta be in here some where."
Andrew walked into the dojo and looked around. Now where was Tyson? His grandfather had told him he was inside getting a Band- Aid. He walked down the hallway and peered into several rooms.
"Is that it?"
"Nah, that's too thin."
Andrew whirled around to a door that was half closed. He looked inside and could see Yuki with her arms wrapped around Tyson's shoulders and her head on his. Andrew's eyes went wide.
"AhHA! There it is! Finally!" Yuki cheered. Her ears perked up as she heard the breath of another presence. She turned her head around to the side and saw Andrew lurking behind the door. "Hi, Andrew." Tyson's head twisted around slightly as well.
"Oh hey, Andrew. What's up?"
"What's UP?!! You're with Yuki and you're asking me what's UP?!!" Andrew yelled incredulously. Yuki tilted her head to the side.
"What's so crazy about me being with Tyson?"
"Well, you're 13 and he's only 12-" Yuki gave him a funny look.
"I'm not 13. I'm 14. What gave you the idea I was 13?" Andrew stepped back and looked over to Tyson who was laughing nervously.
"Look, how was I supposed to know? I thought she was thirteen!" Andrew nodded.
"Well, anyways, that's even more reason why it's crazy!"
"Okay, why is age a matter of importance all of a sudden?"
"Well, it IS kinda weird when a fourteen-year-old dates a twelve-year- old." Yuki's eyes went wide.
"Since when was I ever dating, Tyson?!" Andrew looked surprised.
"Uh, I just saw you hugging him."
"I was looking for Band- Aids with him, you nitwit."
"Oh. Well, uh, sorry for bothering you. Uh, yeah. Bye." And at that, he ran off. Yuki and Tyson both sweat dropped.
"Well that was... weird." Tyson said. Yuki nodded.
"No kidding."
------
Yuki strapped on some headphones and slipped her Walkman onto the straps of the lower half of her kimono. She whipped out her wooden dojo sword and smiled. She twirled the hilt between her fingers and grabbed it tightly with her right hand.
She shifted her shoulders up and down and nodded her head to the beat of her music. She slid her feet to one side and sliced the sword through the air and under her arm. She shook her head from side to side and twirled the sword again before striking the air.
Yuki bent down and slid the sword through the air horizontally. Her feet hopped to intertwined and then back out again. She spun the sword around in front of her. She then stopped it in her left hand and passed it to her right from behind.
She rested the dojo sword against the wall as she watched Tyson strike the air over and over again. She leant against the wall as he slid to one side as if dodging a blow and striking the air. It was almost as if he had an imaginary opponent.
---
Tyson stepped into the bathroom with his yellow T-shirt and plaid boxers. He pulled his toothbrush out of the white cup and ran it under the tap.
Yuki came up behind him with her own toothbrush. He glanced over to her and she seemed to be in PJs as well. She wore baggy green and red plaid Pajama pants with a white sleeveless shirt. She smiled as a greeting and ran her toothbrush under the water as well. Whilst Tyson was applying toothpaste to his. He passed it to Yuki, who applied the same amount.
They lifted their toothbrushes and began to scrub their teeth. White bubbly foam appeared at their mouths as they continued to brush. Tyson spit first soon followed by Yuki. Yuki ran the tap and picked up some of the water and put it in her mouth. She swished it around in her cheeks and spit it back out. She ran the tap and kept on brushing. Tyson spit out the remains of his toothpaste and picked up his own handful of water and swished it around to get the fully clean of his teeth.
Yuki spit out her toothpaste as well and rinsed her toothbrush under the tap one final time. She dropped her toothbrush into the cup and smiled with her teeth.
------
"Night Grandpa!"
"G'night my man!"
"*Groan* Night Yuki!"
" Good night Tyson! Good night Grandpa!"
"G'night little lady!"
"Hey! He's my grandpa!"
"Yeah, well he's mine too!"
"No he's not!"
"Oh, but he is!"
"How about I fight you for him?"
"You're on!"
Tyson ran into Yuki's room while she sat up. He leapt onto her futon and dove for her stomach. Yuki laughed madly as Tyson tickled her fiercely. She counterattacked by going for his armpits. He let go immediately and she had total control. She moved down and tickled the sides of his stomach. Tyson laughed loudly.
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Tyson rested his head on the futon's pillow and sighed. NOW he was tired. It had been a tie. Oh well, there was always tomorrow.
Yuki nuzzled into him and raised her fist in front of her mouth, almost as if she sucking her thumb but it was too for away to do so.
"G'night Yuki."
"G'night Tyson."