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Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.

Rating: PG 13

Warnings: Contains yaoi and OOC-ness.

Author's Note: I'm really sorry for not updating – for about a year too -, but I just didn't have any plot for this story! Though that has a good point too, since my grammar has improved considerably!

"I thought it was the girls who always cried?" Tala asked with a strangely affectionate voice. "Now look Kai, he's turned and crying nonetheless!"

"…I can see that too." I said in annoyance.

"Well, I wouldn't have guessed. Considering that you're the one who made her cry!" It took Tala several seconds until he realized that he had said 'her' not 'him'. "Ah, sorry dude." He said and glanced at the boy, who was sitting on the ground just half a meter away from him. Tyson was by then staring up at us with heartbroken eyes.

"Why isn't this dream just…fading?" He asked himself quietly.

"Because it's reality. I'm sorry to say so but Kai here really does like you." Tala said with a cynical sparkle in his eyes. "The nightmare is true; Kai Hiwatari has a thing for you!" I hit him over the head and glanced at Tyson.

Suddenly my young hyper team mate let out an impossibly loud scream and simply fainted.

First Tala and I were shocked and we made a panicky, overdramatic matter out of our phone call to the hospital, but eventually, when Tyson was securely lying in the rescue vehicle, both of us on his side, he felt halfway normal again. We never actually felt totally normal anyway.

Normality was a feeling as alien to us as going to school in a skirt. Not that we had already done that…!

Tala suddenly gasped and startled I noticed Tyson was getting smaller again. Within two seconds he was back to his girl form, worrying us even more. Tala gave me a look that clearly asked what was going to happen when the doctor would see a girl instead of a boy lying on the stretcher.

I nicely sent back a look that said that I was finding it hard to find an explanation for something that even we ourselves hadn't known was possible up until to the point that it had simply…happened. And I added to the message that I sincerely hoped the doctor would be an as bad observer as Mr. Dickenson was.

My eyes arched with the load of information they had to deliver.

Anyway as it turned out the doctor merely blinked and then grinned at us.

"I knew it was a girl!" Then he took the stretcher and off we went. Somehow that disturbed me more than would have been normal. Tyson as a boy looked girly? Now that I thought about that I realized that it was in fact true. His large blue eyes and that long hair added up made a girly face.

No wonder that he didn't get a girlfriend.

He was cute, alright, not manly. He was small and looked a bit like a kid with his innocent eyes, not in any way like a boyfriend any girl I knew would fall for. They fell for guys like Tala and me. A lot of girls just love the silent types. Then there are those who like friendly calm ones like Ray or cheerful out-going ones like Max. But Tyson was simply annoying in their views. I had heard it so often. Mostly they just whispered it, but you know, things go around till you would have to be deaf to not hear them.

On the contrary side there had been not a few guys who watched Tyson a bit too close for my comfort. They kept an eye on him, whether he was the loud mouthed brat or the fiery opponent.

Johnny was the first guy I had seen who kept his eyes too long on Tyson. At that time Tyson had just turned fourteen and also started getting thinner and thinner which helped his looks immensely. Where there had been a little kid just months earlier suddenly I found Johnny staring at a small beauty.

Sometimes then I had started watching him develop into a young man that I realized had to be protected. He looked awfully vulnerable at times, his small frame just screaming for someone to go and take him away. I would have wanted the whole team to wear the same clothes, but with Tyson getting that cute I couldn't do that. What if he wore good clothes too! It was the only point that could be seen as a fault of his appearance.

I had always known that he'd never attract that immense masses of fangirls the other Bladebreakers did, but before I could blink there were tons of guys lurking in the arenas, cheering on Tyson, seemingly innocently watching his very moves, saying that they wanted to become good bladers and had to learn from the best, but really…had any of them been watching Ray, Max, Tala or him? No, they watched just Tyson, saying he was the ultimate best.

I sighed at the thought.

There were a lot of fan magazines in which there was more written about the bladers than about beyblading. In one of those, I still remembered seeing the result of a poll. For every blader of the top twenty from the World Championships that had been up there were the same questions. If you liked for instance Tala best, you had to write your gender, your age and your reason. Now most of Tala and mine fans were girls from fourteen to eighteen. Max's fans were about twelve to fifteen and Ray's had an amazingly wide range, going from three year olds to eighty year old grandmothers.

Tyson was the only one having over seventy percent of boys as fans. Adding to my panic was the fact that those were all about seventeen to twenty; way too strong to fight and with an unhealthy sexdrive.

I think the moment I had seen that in the magazine and read the sarcastic remarks about how Tyson was getting mistaken for a girl and that that could be the only reason for the weird results, I was starting to get seriously stressed whenever we were in a crowd of fans. I would always keep Tyson as close as possible, what annoyed the younger teen immensely. He thought I wanted him to see how many fans I had and that they didn't like to have Tyson - loudmouthed little kid - beside their favourite blader. But I couldn't help it.

I had to look out for my team, right?

"Hey Kai what are we going to do? We have to go home soon, you realize that?" Tala asked sighing. "Anyway, we'll have to hide his or her or its kind of state, or people will be staring strangely. I mean…think about the impact it would have if we, mighty cold Tala and calm aloof Kai with a small girl in the middle, who keeps on hugging them both and gets nothing but smiles, would have!" I gulped; he had a point.

"I wonder…" I whispered. "…I wonder if saying 'I love you' changes the gender…" Tala blinked. Slowly a smirk crawled upon his lips and he chuckled.

"Ha ha, just think about this; what if it works and we use it all the time. Like…one time his clothes are way too large and the next time they're too small by seventy numbers. Or if Tyson's swimming and we change him and…uh…never mind…let's not go there…" He suddenly blushed in an interesting shade of red. Though I couldn't blame him, blushing myself at the thought.

"If it works, Tyson won't like it." I stated calmly and hell was I right…