Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or these characters… and I'm making no money, once again…

Author's Notes: OK! Now it finally begins. Sorry for the delay. I have now seen some Vforce!! Gawd, could the show get any more TyKai? Well, _ I guess so, since in G-revolution Kai hugs Tyson… The POV gets thrown around a bit, but I don't think it'll be too hard to figure out. Ooh yeah, and this chapter had got to be dedicated to Kiina, who declared her love for me. Lol!

Impossible

Tuesday morning. The airport.

The black stretch limo that had dropped him off here had long since gone, and Kai had painstakingly made his way through to check his two pieces of luggage. However, that was done more quickly and efficiently than he had expected, and it was soon afterwards that the young man was left sitting in the terminal, waiting for the call to board the plane.

The flight would be two hours from one part of Japan, to the airport near Tyson's town. Only two hours…But he knew that it would feel like an eternity. When comparing it with spending an hour or two with Tyson, those times always seemed to pass by in mere seconds, like the grains of sand in an hourglass falling away from him, and moving too fast to hold onto.

And I can't hold onto him. Kai thought hopelessly. He's been slipping through my fingers because for all the years I've known him, I never let him get close. I never let anyone get close.

The universe, it seems, has a funny way of making us realize our mistakes. We set out in life with a goal in mind and we work towards it- sometimes putting forth effort, sometimes even lucking out, and eventually we manage to make it. But, by the time we get to that final destination -that place we were searching for- we've had to pass so many better roads and oases along the way, that we no longer like what we've found.

All those times when he had stopped himself from opening up to Tyson and the others, he'd been ignoring what his heart said was right for what he thought he was supposed to do.

So maybe all those obstacles and hardships thrown into the path we are walking is the universe forcing us to take different routes and shortcuts, all the while twisting our destiny into something else entirely.

And maybe there is someone put in the world that is meant to show us which way is the best to go…

Kai's hand reached into his jacket breast pocket feeling the sharp edges of the wedding invitation press into the tips of his fingers. Tyson… I should have listened to him, all of them, so much sooner. His grip tightened on the card. I may have wanted perfection and power, but now that I have it, it means nothing if I don't have you…

Suddenly, Kai's thoughts were interrupted when a voice cut through the noise of the terminal. It shouted something that sounded a lot like, "KAI!" But, that couldn't be right; why would some random person be calling out to him? And in an airport of all places too?

"Kai? Kai is that you!?"

Kai turned to the voice and saw a young man with short brown hair, about his age, weaving through the crowd and waving madly at him.

Who is this guy? The owner of Biovolt narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. He did look a little familiar…

"Hey!!" The other man had finally made it through the throng of people and stood in front of Kai's seated form, trying to catch his breath. "Wow…hi! It's Wyatt, remember? From prep school?"

So that's who it is. Kai thought as he inclined his head towards his old classmate.

"I haven't seen you in forever! Why it must have been, what- 4, 5 years?" Wyatt exclaimed. Noticing that he was still standing, Kai nodded towards a chair.

"Oh thank you," The other man took the seat across from the former Bladebreaker. "So how are you these days, Kai?"

Such a simple question it was; something that usually warranted a simple answer of, "Fine" in return. However this time he wasn't able to give it. Nothing was fine. Everything was wrong. And an awkward silence stretched between them. To his credit, Wyatt decided to change the subject.

"I'm going out to New York! Where are you headed?"

"The coast." Kai replied curtly.

"Business or pleasure?" Wyatt smiled.

Kai's expression turned vaguely sour. "Neither."

"Oh! I'm sorry Kai…" The brown haired man looked extremely apologetic. "It's for a funeral?"

"Wedding." Kai said the word emotionlessly.

"Oh…" Wyatt sat back against his chair and studied his former classmate cautiously. There were slight bags underneath the other's eyes, and his whole body was tense as he sat on the edge of his seat. Kai's mouth was pulled into a straight line, and he seemed on the verge of getting up and leaving. In short, he looked utterly stressed out.

Clearing his throat, Wyatt spoke up once again hoping to put his old classmate more at ease. "Don't worry Kai, marriage is a wonderful thing! There's no use in getting cold feet about it."

"Wyatt," Kai sighed. "It's not me that's getting married."

"Ah…I-…" Wyatt floundered in embarrassment at his faux pas. "My mistake. But if you don't mind me asking- who is? I mean, you look a little down."

Weighing the odds on whether or not to say something, Kai decided to just tell him to lessen the amount of chitchat being fired his way.

"Tyson."

He had said that name- the one that had come to represent someone so deeply. It was engrained within him, but it had been so long since he had spoken it to another person that it tasted foreign. But saying it aloud had also made the concept of the marriage all too real, and it unexpectedly hit Kai that this situation was not some terrible vision. It was reality, and no amount of dreaming for a different future would change that.

"Tyson?" Wyatt looked puzzled for a few moments before his eyes widened in recognition. "Your buddy from your old team, the Bladebreakers!" The brown haired young man laughed. "I can see why you're concerned. Twenty-three is a little young to be settling down."

In the seat across from him, Wyatt then noticed a slight shift in Kai's expression. "Worried that the bride-to-be isn't good enough for your old friend?"

"Something like that."

"Don't worry Kai." Wyatt stood and retrieved his boarding pass from his coat pocket. He nodded his head at his old classmate and friend, "I'm sure she'll turn out to be a wonderful woman."

That's what I'm afraid of. Kai thought as he closed his eyes, not watching as the other man left.

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I know I will have to forget him after this is all over.

Tyson will probably start a family and I will still be running my company, and we won't ever have to meet again. But…even if I do manage to erase all memory of him, maybe for a week, a month, or a year at best… he has left himself upon me like a scar that will never fade.

Miles above the ground now, flying to this ending, the flight attendants with their flirtatious glances will never get a hold of my attention. He is always there, behind their eyes, teasing me with "what if's" and giving me hope.

Checking into my hotel room in the capital city, I empty my pockets onto the desk and the wedding invitation spills out on top of everything. It's funny to think that a piece of paper can control me like this…

I have the hotel call a taxi for me, and I am moving out the door, into the elevator and to the lobby.

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The expensive taxicab pulled out into the streets of Japan, leaving the hotel in the distance. The car drove through Tokyo, in the midst of tall metal and glass buildings that seemed to rise higher and higher with every year. Gradually the buildings dropped in height and the taxicab stopped in front of a dojo. Tyson's dojo.

And after paying the driver and getting out of the car, he was walking through the gate and Kai found himself unconsciously slowing his steps. The place looked almost exactly the same as it did all those years ago. There were some parts on the stone walls that had been redone and the plants had gotten much more unruly, but other than that, Tyson's family dojo was relatively untouched and unchanged.

Don't be fooled. Kai told himself. Just because it looks the same doesn't mean Tyson will be the same too.

All during his travels he had been preparing himself for the worst scenarios. What if Tyson did not want to see him? Or what if he completely ignored him during his stay in favour of his fiancée? Thinking of the latter being true was unbearable.

Was this the right decision? It would be so easy to just fall back into his old routine of walking away from his pain. The taxi was still at the curb, he could just get back in it and leave… but if he didn't see Tyson one last time before he lost him forever, Kai was sure he would regret it for the rest of his life.

He rang the doorbell.

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Sorry! It's looking hopeless... but don't worry, Tyson will be in the next chapter... Review please!