Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.

Rating: M

Note: This took me way too long to update… It's a shame… Sorry! By the way, I've got a reviewer who's called 'im in a kill people mood', shouldn't that thoroughly concern me?

Twice

Chapter Two

The room sat there in disturbingly horrified silence and stared at its inhabitants. Someone had dared to do the opposite of eating at its precious carpet. In fact that someone had been hostilely much doing the opposite of eating.

The room growled indignantly.

One may safely assume that it wanted to avoid such encounters with filth. But it couldn't since humans stupidly believed it dead and if one is believed dead by not only mere two individuals but the full amount of an outgrown civilisation one cannot simply walk away.

Oh yes, if the room remembered correctly, human beings simply stopped being dead every once in a while because they plainly weren't known to have died. Sometimes those individuals even forgot that they had been dead themselves, which seemed like a very unkind thing to do, to the room. Of course nobody had ever asked for the room's opinion.

Well ever since that time when a horse had filled the room's body, it hadn't been having one decent conversation. The horse was allowed to talk to the room because a horse wasn't known to be able to talk either, so they could silently hold their discussions, and since that was an entirely impossible thing to do, they felt the absurdity of their own actions and that led them to believe it was rather honest of them if they only talked about impossible things, which led them to unreasonability, which is not really a word.

"You can't die now! Wake up Kai!" Someone screamed loudly, almost hysterically at Kai. Kai wanted to hysterically scream back at someone but found himself unable to do so, which led him to believe that there wasn't anyone, because why else wouldn't he be able to scream hysterically back at them?

Finally an idea occurred to Kai. What, if by any chance, he was that someone and talked to himself? Because, Kai thought happily, if that were true, he had already been screaming hysterically back at himself!

Kai sighed in contentment. How fortunate for him to be so enormously intelligent!

However, he couldn't continue to keep contended with his intellect and the rest of the world – a mere morsel of stone and water that wasn't anyway near as important to Kai as Kai was to himself - because suddenly he felt awfully… wet. Jerking out of his dreamy state he was not particularly happy to see yellow.

Because, as blunt as that sounded, yellow was all there was. His whole vision was filled with the flashy colour and it took him quite a few seconds to realize that the yellow didn't just belong to itself but to a merrily yellowish shirt - the t-shirt from someone special. Frowning Kai thought that the psychological state of that special person must be very delightful indeed, if it was buying even its shirt in such a rude and vulgar colour.

Suddenly everything came dancing back at him, and just as it turned into a nauseatingly cheerful waltz, Kai knew everything. Then one of the dancers stumbled and Kai lost part of his memory again, leaving him the way he had been before his sudden suicide attempt.

"Kai, are you alright, dude?" A concerned voice asked him. Kai shook his head.

"No, by all means, I've never made a bigger mistake in my whole life!" He said desperately, staring up at the figure of the one and only person, he wanted so badly that he had… had… had… done the almost unspeakable… He had – "I've bought roses!" He cried out, stressing the word of the offending flower like as though it was the enemy of his grandfather.

"Well… you did, but-" Tyson started unimpressed, but Kai suddenly yelped out.

"Now you'll think I'm a weak mushy gay idiot." He realized with horror in his eyes and panic in his head. "You'll hate me and ask me to return to my grandfather!" He realized further, and the horror left his eyes to wander off to his head and his head felt cramped so the panic frowningly left in direction of his eyes. "You'll never find out that my grandfather has been reading me love stories every night for years every time before I go to sleep because he knows that I'm not interested in ladies any longer! And you'll never know about the coke I've drunken in seventh grade, because I wanted to do something really bad!" At this point Kai felt hollow, because he was drowned of all the emotions and stories he had had to keep locked inside his pained soul for such a long time, the stories got dusty and started to stink.

"Uh…" Tyson made thoughtfully. He felt like a change of topic would help immensely. "You know, I like roses."

Kai's face lit up like a Christmas tree and he smiled the probably first genuine smile in his whole sinister life…

"Though they taste rather odd."

To be continued…