. . . That first night, when he woke up and whispered someone, probably a girl's, nameI can't describe how I felt. Just one simple name from Kai's mouth, and it wasn't mine. That name coupled with the look of pain and love. Kai was close to however this 'Caena' was. It hurt beyond anything I have ever felt.

I felt foolish. Kai had stopped breathing harshly as I stroked his hair, held his hands, kept the cloth on his forehead damp and cool. How could I have thought that meant somehting. He probably thought I was 'Caena.'

Man, I didn't even think I like him. At least, not this much. And realizing he liked whoever 'Caena' was almost broke the fianal threads holding my sanity together. . . .

- Tyson

The terrible rain had finaly given way and only the pummeling wind remained. It switched directions on a whim, blowing everything everywhere. After the storm was over, people would report lost items only to find them on the other side of town.

Grandpa Kinomiya had gotten trapped at a friend's the night before and hadn't been able to get back. Kai had been switching between his own room, the kitchen, the living room and a far off corner of the dojo. He was currently back in his room. Tyson had nearly barricaded himself in his room. Kai was scared over that fact.

Kai had been feeling good enough to talk to Tyson an hour before. That had changed. He had gotten a bad nosebleed and it hadn't stopped. He was feeling light-headed and was running out of tissue to hold to it. He figured any more blood lose and he'd pass out.

"Damn nose," Kai growled to himself, feeling very irritated. He had wanted to have his talk with Tyson today while grandpa was away. That plan had flown out his nose and was lying wrapped up in a bloodied cleanex.

Remebering before he had his bout with the 'flu,' Kai remebered his nosebleed. It hadn't been as bad as this one. His attacks were getting more frequant. Then his brain thought back to Tyson staring out the window. If Tyson had been a puppet, Kai would have said his strings had been cut. The boy had fallen in on himself. Luckily only himself, the occupant of his thoughts and gramps had been there, and he, himself, seemed to be the only to notice it.

Dragoon had started spinning and glowing, jerking Kai's thoughts away from whatever it was he had been thinking off. The more experienced blader had felt the energy Dragoon produce force it's way towards Tyson, inside his head. Kai had been aware of extreme curiosity and mild jealosy. He wanted to know what Dragoon had sent to his owner and he wanted to have that relationship with Dranzer.

Anyway, he needed to go to the bathroom. Tylenol for his headache, water to clean up with and toilet paper to catch the blood.

Heading there was uneventful. Flicking on the lights in the overly dark room, Kai studied his reflection. Pale, more so then usual. Dark shadows under his eyes from sleepless nights of thinking of Tyson and his nosebleeds. He eyed himself criticaly, trying to find something an old friend had always pointed out to him. But he couldn't find the freckle. Caena had always liked making fun of the one freckle Kai had, always made fun of how it was exactly in the middle of his cheek. To bad Caena wasn't around to point that out anymore. What Kai wouldn't give to be teased by the blond again, no matter how much it had angered him.

Sighing, Kai turned the cold tap on full blast and ducked his hands under and quickly bringing them to his face. He hoped the cold would stop the bleeding. It slowed the stream down to a drip. Drying his face, he realized his nose was really red around the nostril area, while really pale everywhere else. He ignored it, and swallowed the cirular white pill.

Leaving, he heard loud bangs coming from the kitchen. Knowing Tyson was trying to make something, and undoubtably would burn the place down, he made his way, light-head, down the stairs. Very light-headed. He almost fell three-quarters of the down, and then again at the very bottom. He found he had to rest, leaning up against the wall. How in the hell was he supposed to help Tyson if he couldn't even make it down the stairs? He told himslef he'd manage or pay for the damaged Tyson caused.

The bright kitchen, done in white with lavender borders half way down the wall and purple curtains on the row of windows which stood behind a booth-like area, was in mild disarray. Tyson had managed to get brown powder all over the place, even himself. Water was splashed over the countertop next to the sink, a stove burner was on and quite a few pots were on the floor. That explains the loud noise, Kai thought.

"Tyson? he asked cautiously. He wasn't sure if speaking would effect him. Plus, depressed people were unpredictable. They could act all happy and hyper one minute, angry and sullen the next, and then switch to passive indifference and total shut down of communicating with people. Note to self: never become a consellour of psychologist/ psychiatrist, Kai bitterly laughed as he shook his head.

"Um, yeah, Kai?" he looked up as though just noticing the other boy. That was more then likely. Kai had been quiet. Tyson looked cautious, on edge.

The quiet boy just looked at the particularily loud one, pondering what he wuld ask. Or how he would ask it. He noticed Tyson looked pretty quite with the powder smudged across his cheek and chin, splashed throughout his hair. "What happened here?"

"Um, the Knights of the Apocolypse charegd in as I was tryign to make hot chocolate and they took the canister and spread it everywhere?" And there was the mood swing from cautious to humerous.

"Hn. Okay. Explain the water and the burner being on." he nearly commanded, forgeting the delicatness of the situation.

"What does it matter to you, you cold-hearted ba . . . freak?" the brown eyes narrowed into a vicious glare, fists clenched together, mouth in a snarl. And enter defense and anger.

"Woah, calm down. I was only asking. I'll help clean it up." Tyson was shocked. Since when did the better-then-thou Kai offer to help do anything?

"Oh. Okay."

They cleaned in silence foe five minutes before Kai told Tyson to change. While Tysion was gone, Kai filled a pot with water and then set it on the burner. Searching through the cabnets, he searched for another canister of hot chocolate. Miraculously there was a can left that the other boy hadn't emptied over the floor. He was just putting spoonfuls of the fine power into tow mugs when Tyson came back, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"What are you doing?" he snapped. Kai shrugged.

"What does it looek like?" He was pouring the boiling water into the cups right then and smirked as he turned and handed one to Tyson.

"Making my hot chocolate." he snapped again. Kai could see how this could get on is nerves. But he had to do this. It was the perfect oportunity. He steeled himself for the wrst to come.

"You would have burnt the house down," he explained offering the steaming mug again. "It isn't poison." Tyson took it reluctantly.

"I wouldn't have burnt the house down," he muttered darkly as the other being in the room chose to ignore the comment while grabbing his own mug and sitting at the booth in front of the windows.

Sitting silently, Kai started to lose his nerve. He had no clue how to start this. He had to be subtle, being to forward could scare him off or make him angry. He wasn't sure which would be worth.

Makind his mind up, he plunged in,"So, what's up with you?"

"What 'cha mean?" head jerking up, brown eyes looked confused and startled. Kai could almsot read withon the brown, Does he know? He can't?

"You've been having moods swings. Ignoring everyone. You don't even take great care of Dragoon anymore. So, again, what's wrong?" Kai couldn't decide if Tyson was feigning ignorance or if he really didn't know what was giong on. His eyes showed he really did know.

"I haven't been having mood swings. I'm not some girl going through her period!" Tyson jumped up, spilling what was left of his drink. He was outraged. "I take great care of Dragoon!"

Kai thought maybe he had gone to far but didn't back down from the challenge. "You do have mood swings. Dragoon's become dull." The very calm tone of voice was grating Tyson.

"I-I ..." he didn't know what to say anymore. He looked about ready to cry.

"Tyson, are you depressed?" fearing the answer, yet already knowing it, Kai held his breath.

"I ... NO!" and Tyson took off, up to his room. He never saw Kai's hurt, disbelieving look.

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Kai was in his room again, going through some old boxes, thinking about his old life, old 'friends', Caena, but most off all, Tyson.

Nothing good had come of their talk exept Kai was now sure Tyson was depressed. Even grandpa telling him it hand't made him believe it. He hadn't want to believe it. Tyson was supposed to be the hapy ,care-free, never depressed one. Kai was the one who carried the world on his shoulders. It didn't make much sense.

But he was glad his nose hadn't started bleeding as it so often did when he was stressed.

Caena would have told Kai that everything would be alright, Tyson would pull out if it. Caena would say Kai worried too much. That maybe Tyson had been telling the truth whe nhe said he wasn't depressed. Tyson was only hurt and Kai didn't believe him.

He stopped his mindless searching when he found a picture of the blond Caena. They was sitting on a hill in Russia, just after Kai had come back from a trip to Japan. The majority of the picture was of Caena, laughing at something on Kai' sface. It was his freckle. Caena's arm was around his shoulders, his black painted fingernails stood out against Kia's white shirt. Kai was looking angry, Caena always proved to annoy him. Nothing Kai did got on the others nerves. Much like nothing got on Kai's nerves now.

A small smile forced itself onto Kai's full mouth. He hadn't let his feelings get the better of him in almost eight years. It had been eight years since Caena died.

It was pretty late, and Tyson made his way back to his room, intent on trying to sleep tonight. He wouldn't let Caena nor Tyson ward off his sleep tonight.

Apparently Caena's memory and Tyson had other plans. He didn't sleep. He felt aprehensive, for what he didn't know. He would soon find out.

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A/N: If there are any major parts that don't make sense, ask me about it. I haven't gone over this as good as I could. If there are mistakes, tell me or ignore them. My spell check didn't work and I've got to mch homework to check them by hand. I had writters block trying to write this and I hope it turned out all right. Tyson and Kai fianly talk! Yah for me! I don't think I'm good at conversations. Tell me what you think. Review! I need them!. Well, I don't, but . . . Just, please review!

- Empress Mara

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marble eyes: Sorry, if it was confusing to you. Furbies are annoying. Min would never shut up. Now, don't go hate'n Caena (the blond boy). He didn't do anything. But, tell me why you don't like him. I'm gonna steal that flamethrower from you and use it to burn your furby.

I don't own Beyblade or anything to do with it. I own this plot and Caena. If anyone, like say, an evil invisible furby tells you I do, don't belive them.