Disclaimer: I do no own Beyblade or it's characters.
Warnings: Yaoi (boy/boy love), OOC, some vulgar language and there may be others later on.
'Thoughts...'
"Speaking..."
--Flashbacks--
More Than A Change
Ray stretched and yawned as he rose from his bed. He blinked tiredly around the foreign room. He had got in late last night and was staying at Tyson's house for a few weeks. The Bladebreakers were going to practice and get ready for a charity tournament. Whoever won the tournament got five thousand dollars to give to the organization they wanted to.
Sighing, Ray tossed his legs over the bed and stood. He rubbed his eyes and gave a tired yawn. Stumbling out of the room, the smell of breakfast hit his senses. Ray grinned and followed his nose. After a few seconds of searching, he stood in the kitchen. He saw Tyson's Grandpa cooking a western style food. Eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes. Ray's mouth watered.
"Hey there little dude! Glad to see you're up!" Grandpa gave Ray a thumb's up while he flipped a pancake. "How 'bout you go wake up the Dead and I'll see to it that breakfast is done?" Grandpa laughed.
Ray smiled. "No problem." Ray back tracked his way through the house and stood in front of the Dead's room. He grinned. Tyson's Grandpa always seemed to refer to Tyson as the Dead when it came to waking the boy up. Ray knew it was true though, Tyson slept like the dead and when it came to waking Tyson up, good luck.
Ray shrugged and opened the door. Ray's eyes went wide at the mess the room was in. It looked like a tornado had went through the room. Clothes were sprawled about the floor, a few pop cans littered the desk, school papers were shoved in a corner, numerous beyblade parts were in an overflowing box by the bed, magazines were tossed carelessly around and Tyson himself was sprawled on the bed, tangled in tie-dyed sheets with a blue stuffed dragon above his head.
Ray let out an amused chuckle and made his way through the mess on the floor. Occasionally he tripped over some clothes or a magazine but he caught himself from falling. By the time he reached the bed, Ray was on the look out for anything more that might jump out and decide to trip him. "Hey Tyson, get up." Ray nudged the boy but the Dead didn't wake up. Ray rolled his eyes and grabbed Tyson's blanket. He cleared the area around his foot with his foot and firmly planted his foot. "One... two... three... TYSON!!" Ray yanked the blanket from Tyson's body and there was a loud 'thunk'.
"Nnnnn.... five more minutes Old man..." Tyson mumbled and curled back into a light sleep.
Ray frowned. That had worked the last time he was here. "Plan B." Ray knelt down by Tyson's ear and whispered, "Hey Tyson, Grandpa ate all the food, you don't get breakfast!" Ray had to jump back from Tyson as the blader jumped up from the ground in a fit of rage. He was about to run to the kitchen when he heard laughter.
"I'll get him! He knows not to eat my food! I'll.... huh?" Tyson looked over. Ray was clutching his stomach, almost down on his knees laughing so hard. Tyson glared at him and scowled. "You said that to get me up didn't you?"
"Hahaha... yup! Hahaha!!" Ray couldn't help but laugh harder when Tyson stomped his foot on the ground and pouted.
"That's not fair Ray!"
"Oh shut up!" Ray teased and got control over his laughter. He grabbed Tyson by his nightshirt and drug him out of his room. "Smell that? Breakfast is... almost.... never mind." Tyson was already gone, heading for the kitchen.
By the time Ray walked in, Tyson was on his second helping. Ray took a seat across from Tyson. He glanced around the kitchen. It was a relatively small kitchen but it fit for a family of two.
'Although Tyson and food counts more then one.' A voice roared in Ray's mind.
'Drigger!' Ray scowled to the tiger. 'Cut the guy some slack, he is "a growing kid" you realize?' Ray snickered. Tyson gave him a strange look before going back to eat of his food.
'So? Dragoon tells me all the time he wished Tyson could be more focused on a battle then on his stomach half the time.' Drigger snorted.
'Tyson focuses! I've seen him, I know he does.' Ray smiled to Grandpa as he set of food down in front of him. He grabbed the fork and stabbed at his eggs.
'Yeah, yeah, yeah.' Drigger growled and snorted again. 'Humans, I'll never understand them.'
'Well, not Tyson you won't.' Ray gave a mental chuckle to Drigger and started to eat his food.
"So Ray, when are we practicing today?" Tyson asked between mouthfuls.
"Ehh..." Ray looked at a clock on the wall. It was 8:24 right now. "In about thirty six minutes."
"Ahh man!" Tyson groaned in protest.
"Is that a problem?"
"Yeah! It's Saturday for cryin' out loud! Cartoons are on!"
"Oh," Ray slumped, "I see. But isn't practicing for the charity tournament better then cartoons? Including seeing Max and Kenny and Kai?"
"Kai? Ha! Mr. Cranky-pants there needs to cool off. Humph!" Tyson stuffed a piece of toast in his mouth, barely chewing before swallowing. "But Max and Kenny are going to be there so that's cool."
"Oh sorry little dude!" Grandpa, who had decided to but into the conversation, slapped Tyson on the back. Tyson yelped and almost slammed his face into his few pieces of bacon left.
"Hey, watch it! And what do you mean by sorry?" Tyson hollered.
"Chief man gave a rang last night and left a message. Said he couldn't make it to practice cause of a date with a drill concerning some troubled teeth!" Grandpa slapped Tyson on the back again and laughed, walking away with a spatula in his hand.
"Oye... wish he'd have a nicer way of telling me things." Tyson groaned where his face was flat against his plate.
"That's Grandpa for you!" Ray laughed.
**---**---**
Ray and Tyson both headed to the public beyblade area. It was a walkway and beyblading bowls here and there. Kids were already gathered there, each training or battling others to gain experience and to improve. Ray and Tyson both glanced around and spotted Max at a beyblade bowl. Tyson shouted and waved like a mad man before racing off to Max. Ray followed less enthusiastically but still happy.
"Hey guys! Glad to see you made it! Where's Chief?" Max looked around, making sure he didn't just miss the smaller teen.
"He's at the dentist today." Ray said.
"Oh." Max frowned and made a disgusted look. "I detest dentists. Stupid drills and maniac quacks that think they can kill my mouth!"
Ray and Tyson looked at each other and burst into a fit of laughter. Everyone knew Max hated dentists, it was just like common knowledge.
Max stuck his tongue out at Tyson and Ray before butting into their laughter. "Either of you see Kai?"
"Eh?" Tyson and Ray calmed down and each looked around. There was no sign of their leader, just other people and a few animals.
"Nope. Heh, Mr. Sour puss is late!" Tyson hollered triumphantly.
"Hmm." Ray scrunched his nose in thought. Kai was never late, ever. Kai was the first to be at practice and the last to leave. 'I don't think I've ever seen him late before. This isn't like him.'
'Don't worry Ray. Kai will be here.' Drigger grunted out.
'Yeah, I guess I'm just a little worried. It's just that... he's not like this.'
'Oh gee, I wonder why you're worried.' Drigger replied slyly.
Ray's face turned a lovely shade of red. 'Hush up Drigger.'
'Sure, whatever you say.' A chuckle was heard before Drigger's voice left Ray's mind.
'Darn tiger.' Ray shook his head. "Why don't we start now?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. You and me Max?" Tyson asked.
"You're on!"
Tyson and Max took opposite side of the dish and readied their blades. Each stared at the dish. Ray stepped on one side. He looked to each blader.
"Three.... two.... one.... Let it RIP!"
"Go Dragoon!"
"Go Draciel!"
The blades landed in the dish and immediately Dragoon circled. Draciel balanced itself in the middle. Dragoon made the first advancement and spun to the middle to catch Draciel off guard. Of course Draciel wasn't off guard and easily evade the attack and circled around, following Dragoon around the dish. Draciel then cut across the bowl and met Dragoon around the edge. The blades crashed together but neither was knocked out.
"Come on Dragoon! Let's do it!"
"Good job Draciel!"
The blades spun to the middle, each smashing together then pulling apart before hitting once again. Dragoon, just about to be hit by Draciel once again, spun to the side at the last possible second and rounded on the blade. Dragoon used Draciel's momentum and smashed into the blade from behind. Draciel flew to the edge of the dish and fell out. Dragoon raced to the middle for his triumph.
"Winner: Tyson!" Ray raised a hand towards Tyson.
"Good job Draciel." Max picked up his green blade and gave a peace sign to Tyson. "I'll get you next time! Heh heh!"
"I'll be waiting!" Tyson held out his hand and Dragoon spun to him. Tyson caught the blade easily and grinned. "That was a sweet match."
"I thought it was quite sloppy." A higher pitched voice from behind said.
"Sloppy? Who you calling sloppy?" Tyson flipped around and glared. A girl, about the height of the Chief with long silver streaked hair stood in front of him. She had on baby blue leather pants and a white tank top. The girl smirked and flipped her hair over her shoulder reveling two blue claw marks under each eye on her face. The girl's chain necklace clattered and settled.
"You obviously." The girl snapped. She brought up her hand, adorned with bracelets and a few silver rings, she pointed to Tyson.
TBC...
**~~**Author's Note**~~** Okay, this is chapter two. Hope you like it. Thanks for all the reviews and I hope you like this chapter. Sorry, it is kinds short but all of the chapters are more then likely going to be like this. Oh and Crystal, I don't know where I came up with the idea. I guess I've always wanted to torture Kai in some way, I just wanted it to be like this. **shrugs** I'm mean but Kai loves it. **snickers** Thanks for helping me with the suggestion of grammar Destroying Angel. I hope I did better this time around, well I better have, I've checked it five times. Thank you Bester of Death, Tamayo, Nevada, the Untitled Reviewer, and :D.
Yoink Daydurfurits
Warnings: Yaoi (boy/boy love), OOC, some vulgar language and there may be others later on.
'Thoughts...'
"Speaking..."
--Flashbacks--
More Than A Change
Ray stretched and yawned as he rose from his bed. He blinked tiredly around the foreign room. He had got in late last night and was staying at Tyson's house for a few weeks. The Bladebreakers were going to practice and get ready for a charity tournament. Whoever won the tournament got five thousand dollars to give to the organization they wanted to.
Sighing, Ray tossed his legs over the bed and stood. He rubbed his eyes and gave a tired yawn. Stumbling out of the room, the smell of breakfast hit his senses. Ray grinned and followed his nose. After a few seconds of searching, he stood in the kitchen. He saw Tyson's Grandpa cooking a western style food. Eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes. Ray's mouth watered.
"Hey there little dude! Glad to see you're up!" Grandpa gave Ray a thumb's up while he flipped a pancake. "How 'bout you go wake up the Dead and I'll see to it that breakfast is done?" Grandpa laughed.
Ray smiled. "No problem." Ray back tracked his way through the house and stood in front of the Dead's room. He grinned. Tyson's Grandpa always seemed to refer to Tyson as the Dead when it came to waking the boy up. Ray knew it was true though, Tyson slept like the dead and when it came to waking Tyson up, good luck.
Ray shrugged and opened the door. Ray's eyes went wide at the mess the room was in. It looked like a tornado had went through the room. Clothes were sprawled about the floor, a few pop cans littered the desk, school papers were shoved in a corner, numerous beyblade parts were in an overflowing box by the bed, magazines were tossed carelessly around and Tyson himself was sprawled on the bed, tangled in tie-dyed sheets with a blue stuffed dragon above his head.
Ray let out an amused chuckle and made his way through the mess on the floor. Occasionally he tripped over some clothes or a magazine but he caught himself from falling. By the time he reached the bed, Ray was on the look out for anything more that might jump out and decide to trip him. "Hey Tyson, get up." Ray nudged the boy but the Dead didn't wake up. Ray rolled his eyes and grabbed Tyson's blanket. He cleared the area around his foot with his foot and firmly planted his foot. "One... two... three... TYSON!!" Ray yanked the blanket from Tyson's body and there was a loud 'thunk'.
"Nnnnn.... five more minutes Old man..." Tyson mumbled and curled back into a light sleep.
Ray frowned. That had worked the last time he was here. "Plan B." Ray knelt down by Tyson's ear and whispered, "Hey Tyson, Grandpa ate all the food, you don't get breakfast!" Ray had to jump back from Tyson as the blader jumped up from the ground in a fit of rage. He was about to run to the kitchen when he heard laughter.
"I'll get him! He knows not to eat my food! I'll.... huh?" Tyson looked over. Ray was clutching his stomach, almost down on his knees laughing so hard. Tyson glared at him and scowled. "You said that to get me up didn't you?"
"Hahaha... yup! Hahaha!!" Ray couldn't help but laugh harder when Tyson stomped his foot on the ground and pouted.
"That's not fair Ray!"
"Oh shut up!" Ray teased and got control over his laughter. He grabbed Tyson by his nightshirt and drug him out of his room. "Smell that? Breakfast is... almost.... never mind." Tyson was already gone, heading for the kitchen.
By the time Ray walked in, Tyson was on his second helping. Ray took a seat across from Tyson. He glanced around the kitchen. It was a relatively small kitchen but it fit for a family of two.
'Although Tyson and food counts more then one.' A voice roared in Ray's mind.
'Drigger!' Ray scowled to the tiger. 'Cut the guy some slack, he is "a growing kid" you realize?' Ray snickered. Tyson gave him a strange look before going back to eat of his food.
'So? Dragoon tells me all the time he wished Tyson could be more focused on a battle then on his stomach half the time.' Drigger snorted.
'Tyson focuses! I've seen him, I know he does.' Ray smiled to Grandpa as he set of food down in front of him. He grabbed the fork and stabbed at his eggs.
'Yeah, yeah, yeah.' Drigger growled and snorted again. 'Humans, I'll never understand them.'
'Well, not Tyson you won't.' Ray gave a mental chuckle to Drigger and started to eat his food.
"So Ray, when are we practicing today?" Tyson asked between mouthfuls.
"Ehh..." Ray looked at a clock on the wall. It was 8:24 right now. "In about thirty six minutes."
"Ahh man!" Tyson groaned in protest.
"Is that a problem?"
"Yeah! It's Saturday for cryin' out loud! Cartoons are on!"
"Oh," Ray slumped, "I see. But isn't practicing for the charity tournament better then cartoons? Including seeing Max and Kenny and Kai?"
"Kai? Ha! Mr. Cranky-pants there needs to cool off. Humph!" Tyson stuffed a piece of toast in his mouth, barely chewing before swallowing. "But Max and Kenny are going to be there so that's cool."
"Oh sorry little dude!" Grandpa, who had decided to but into the conversation, slapped Tyson on the back. Tyson yelped and almost slammed his face into his few pieces of bacon left.
"Hey, watch it! And what do you mean by sorry?" Tyson hollered.
"Chief man gave a rang last night and left a message. Said he couldn't make it to practice cause of a date with a drill concerning some troubled teeth!" Grandpa slapped Tyson on the back again and laughed, walking away with a spatula in his hand.
"Oye... wish he'd have a nicer way of telling me things." Tyson groaned where his face was flat against his plate.
"That's Grandpa for you!" Ray laughed.
**---**---**
Ray and Tyson both headed to the public beyblade area. It was a walkway and beyblading bowls here and there. Kids were already gathered there, each training or battling others to gain experience and to improve. Ray and Tyson both glanced around and spotted Max at a beyblade bowl. Tyson shouted and waved like a mad man before racing off to Max. Ray followed less enthusiastically but still happy.
"Hey guys! Glad to see you made it! Where's Chief?" Max looked around, making sure he didn't just miss the smaller teen.
"He's at the dentist today." Ray said.
"Oh." Max frowned and made a disgusted look. "I detest dentists. Stupid drills and maniac quacks that think they can kill my mouth!"
Ray and Tyson looked at each other and burst into a fit of laughter. Everyone knew Max hated dentists, it was just like common knowledge.
Max stuck his tongue out at Tyson and Ray before butting into their laughter. "Either of you see Kai?"
"Eh?" Tyson and Ray calmed down and each looked around. There was no sign of their leader, just other people and a few animals.
"Nope. Heh, Mr. Sour puss is late!" Tyson hollered triumphantly.
"Hmm." Ray scrunched his nose in thought. Kai was never late, ever. Kai was the first to be at practice and the last to leave. 'I don't think I've ever seen him late before. This isn't like him.'
'Don't worry Ray. Kai will be here.' Drigger grunted out.
'Yeah, I guess I'm just a little worried. It's just that... he's not like this.'
'Oh gee, I wonder why you're worried.' Drigger replied slyly.
Ray's face turned a lovely shade of red. 'Hush up Drigger.'
'Sure, whatever you say.' A chuckle was heard before Drigger's voice left Ray's mind.
'Darn tiger.' Ray shook his head. "Why don't we start now?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. You and me Max?" Tyson asked.
"You're on!"
Tyson and Max took opposite side of the dish and readied their blades. Each stared at the dish. Ray stepped on one side. He looked to each blader.
"Three.... two.... one.... Let it RIP!"
"Go Dragoon!"
"Go Draciel!"
The blades landed in the dish and immediately Dragoon circled. Draciel balanced itself in the middle. Dragoon made the first advancement and spun to the middle to catch Draciel off guard. Of course Draciel wasn't off guard and easily evade the attack and circled around, following Dragoon around the dish. Draciel then cut across the bowl and met Dragoon around the edge. The blades crashed together but neither was knocked out.
"Come on Dragoon! Let's do it!"
"Good job Draciel!"
The blades spun to the middle, each smashing together then pulling apart before hitting once again. Dragoon, just about to be hit by Draciel once again, spun to the side at the last possible second and rounded on the blade. Dragoon used Draciel's momentum and smashed into the blade from behind. Draciel flew to the edge of the dish and fell out. Dragoon raced to the middle for his triumph.
"Winner: Tyson!" Ray raised a hand towards Tyson.
"Good job Draciel." Max picked up his green blade and gave a peace sign to Tyson. "I'll get you next time! Heh heh!"
"I'll be waiting!" Tyson held out his hand and Dragoon spun to him. Tyson caught the blade easily and grinned. "That was a sweet match."
"I thought it was quite sloppy." A higher pitched voice from behind said.
"Sloppy? Who you calling sloppy?" Tyson flipped around and glared. A girl, about the height of the Chief with long silver streaked hair stood in front of him. She had on baby blue leather pants and a white tank top. The girl smirked and flipped her hair over her shoulder reveling two blue claw marks under each eye on her face. The girl's chain necklace clattered and settled.
"You obviously." The girl snapped. She brought up her hand, adorned with bracelets and a few silver rings, she pointed to Tyson.
TBC...
**~~**Author's Note**~~** Okay, this is chapter two. Hope you like it. Thanks for all the reviews and I hope you like this chapter. Sorry, it is kinds short but all of the chapters are more then likely going to be like this. Oh and Crystal, I don't know where I came up with the idea. I guess I've always wanted to torture Kai in some way, I just wanted it to be like this. **shrugs** I'm mean but Kai loves it. **snickers** Thanks for helping me with the suggestion of grammar Destroying Angel. I hope I did better this time around, well I better have, I've checked it five times. Thank you Bester of Death, Tamayo, Nevada, the Untitled Reviewer, and :D.
Yoink Daydurfurits