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Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
Rating: PG 13 aka T
Warnings: Contains yaoi and OOC-ness.
Author's Note: Damn… You guys don't seem to like my new writing style… Well, I can't – meaning; am absolutely not able to - change it back sorry! If you didn't like chapter eight, you should probably forget this story and leave now…!
I stared blankly at the white wall in front of me, at the back of my mind realizing that Tala was angrily drowning the seventh cup of coffee. I had realized sometimes around three o'clock in the morning that they'd seriously keep us in the waiting room for the whole night, or better morning. Just what kind of people were doctors?
Tala resignedly told me that he was going to get yet another cup of coffee, but frowning I stopped him with a simply gesture. "Don't." I snapped; barely able to restrain myself from beating the shit out of the next person I saw that resembled even barely a doctor-like creature. "You'll only dehydrate yourself and I seriously doubt that I'd stay in here for you."
The red-head settled for a glare and my eyes travelled for the hundredths time over the many signs that indicated where you were and where you could find either the bathrooms, the 'blue' elevators, the 'red' elevators, the 'green' elevators, the 'blue' waiting room, the 'red' waiting room, the 'green' waiting room, the 'blue' bed rooms, the 'red' bed rooms, the 'green' bed rooms, and finally - God praise it; the exit!
Tala followed my gaze and snorted irritated. "I guess the blue elevators get you to the red bed rooms not the blue ones. If I were an old confused woman I'd probably die down in the cellars, standing in front of one of these sign-essays!" I silently agreed. And what if someone was colour-blind anyway?
Together we frowned at the signs for quite a while, not noticing as a young doctor with pitch black hair, dark eyes and the most unbelievingly fake looking smile on his lips approaching us hurriedly. He came to an abrupt stop in front of us; glanced at the papers he held in his long, skinny looking fingers and cleared his throat. "Kai Hiwatari and Tala Ivanov; is that you?" He asked, still having that stupid grin plastered onto his face. I wanted to throw up, directly onto his white clothes, but refrained from doing so when I realized that that would keep us in the hospital for even longer.
"Yeah, now do you know what happened to—" Tala broke of, realizing with slightly widening eyes that Tyson was currently a girl and it would be extremely weird to call a girl Tyson.
"Our sister." I swiftly ended the sentence. The doctor must have been tired from his nigh shift for he didn't notice that it wasn't Tala who had said the last part and merely sighed.
"She's had a… shock." He said uneasily. "Can you fill me in on what happened?" The man asked, thankfully letting go of the fake smile and simply looked sternly at us.
Yeah sure, like I was going to say that I had told my own sister that I loved her! Big chance. Carefully schooling my features into deeply concerned ones I replied that we hadn't seen anything actually happening and that we just found her in front of our hotel room like that. Tala played expertly along, having had loads of similar situations with me long ago in the Abbey, where lies could rescue lives.
The doctor obviously struggled with himself, fighting an inner war whether he should tell us something. In the end I gave him a reassuring smile and said that she had always been sickly and that he could tell us whatever had happened. "It's not a… sickness in that meaning." The man said nervously, scratching the back of his head. I frowned asking myself what could possibly have happened that was making the doctor so nervous and that wasn't some kind of disease. Then he glanced at Tala and seemed to come to the conclusion that he didn't want to tell us and put on one of his false smiles. A minute later we were alone again, both glaring at the still awfully white wall.
"That was odd." I stated. Tala growled.
"Yeah, sure was." He suddenly gasped as realization hit him and positively beamed at me. "She changed back!" I laughed at the obvious reason and let out all the air in my lungs.
"Thank God; he got me worried there." I admitted smirking. "It isn't a sickness that much is certainly true." My Russian friend raised his eyebrows, suddenly a thoughtful look on his pale face.
"Kai, did you ever notice that…" Suddenly his face screwed up in concentration and he stared perplexed at me, looking somewhat as if he'd run against a wall of thoughts the way his expression changed. He looked positively frightened at the end and I stared concernedly back at him. He hesitatingly ran a hand through his red hair and looked really alarmed, his blue eyes panicky running over mine. "We accepted it just like that!" I raised my eyebrows and shrugged confusedly.
"Accepted what?" I asked impatiently.
"That she could change gender! We never once questioned it!" He yelled with a slight edge to his voice. I blinked back at him in pure shock.
"Damn, you're right." He promptly stood up, pacing the room, his breathing picking up speed as it always did when he was scared or angry. However in tricky situations he needed movement as much as I needed withdrawal and so I leaned back against the cold hospital bench, crossed my arms and closed my eyes in concentration.
'What to do, what to do, what to do, what to—ah!'
"What happened the day before he changed for the first time? We need to think of every God damn detail, you realize that?" I asked, my thoughts easily returning to the faithful day.
"What did he eat, what did he do, whom did we meet, how was the weather; it could all be linked to the reason!" Tala said understandably frustrated, stalking from one side of the empty waiting room to the other repeatedly.
"Plus the cause for his change might lie years before I've even met him." I reminded him dryly, frowning at the thought.
"So you're basically saying that we can forget it?" Tala asked me dubiously. I sighed, nodding.
"Pretty much, or do you remember any really spectacular events that occurred on the day before he changed?" I could hear the red-head sigh and he kept up his fast pace, running a path to and fro the long room.
"But Kai, damn! It's really scary. How could we have overlooked something as blatant as the fact that people don't just change gender whenever they fucking feel like it?" Tala asked me helplessly. I merely shrugged.
"Language." I could hear Tala stop dead in his tracks, opened my eyes and met his piercingly icy blue orbs.
"Language! Language! How can you think about language in such a situation!" He yelled furiously. I smirked faintly.
"Runs in the family."
"Oh yeah, I forgot." He said sarcastically. "You get silent when it gets loud." At that he continued his relentless run to enlightenment. "You get calm when everyone else gets hysterical; you sit down and –think- when a normal human being runs around screaming their head off!" He continued to rant but I couldn't hear him anymore, my thoughts turning back to their original path; what had been wrong with us?
Taking Tyson's ability to change gender for granted would be the same as accepting the fact that there was magic somewhere in this world, which inevitably lead to the simple thought that if changing gender was that easy, changing patterns of thoughts must come even easier!
That idea let a cold shiver run down my spine and I realized that I had to call Tyson's grandfather if I wanted to find out anything. Probably the old man knew something, that is, if the whole gender changing wasn't based on some one-time action Tyson had unknowingly performed.
I already felt a headache coming up at the prospect of having to call the odd old man, but it couldn't be helped. Purposefully standing up I explained to Tala what I wanted to do and went for my lonely search for a phone.
After crossing several corridors, getting lost twice, crossing several more corridors, not finding the green elevator, crossing some corridors, finding the blue elevator, finding the green elevator, crossing several corridors, colliding with a doctor, crossing several corridors, finding the red elevator and finally crossing a corridor I found the phone only to not have my call answered.
The odd old man must have been out of his house it seemed.
Growling I went back crossing a corridor, finding the red elevator, crossing several corridors, finding the green elevator, finding the blue elevator and crossing some corridors.
By the time I had returned to the waiting room I saw Tala loudly talking to an older looking doctor. The closer I came the clearer it seemed to me that Tala looked awfully pale, even for his meagre standards. Tala finally saw me and looked pretty darn intimidated altogether, his eyes widely opened and the whole form shaking ever so slightly. Then it burst out of him…
"She's pregnant!"