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Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.

Rating: PG 13 aka T

Warnings: Contains yaoi, mpreg and OOC-ness.

Author's Note: Right, either I've gotten really abhorrently bad at writing or bloody ffnet doesn't work. I think, no wait; I hope desperately that it's the latter! People if you like this story please review or I'll take it down!

"What?" I whispered, momentarily stunned by the weird idea of a pregnant Tyson; girl or no girl. Tala took my shoulders and shook me, looking horrified.

"Someone has—" Stopping short, as though he remembered something important, the red-head flushed and switched into Japanese so that the doctor couldn't understand. "You didn't fuck her, did you?" He asked straight to the point. I pushed him away.

"No, I didn't." I answered evenly, but still with a slight edge to it that should have told Tala that he'd better not press the matter. But the other didn't listen, possessing not even half of my sensibility to know when you were crossing the line and so he continued energetically.

"Well, I certainly don't remember doing it myself, you know?" He asked irritably and I simply punched him straight in the jaw. Falling to the ground Tala stared unfocusedly up at me, shock written all over his white face. "Hey, I didn't mean it like that." He said silently, touching his hurting jaw. I took a deep breath, shocked myself.

"I'm sorry." I finally said, stepping back and feeling a bit like a startled animal that couldn't find out of its cage and started to feel its fear rise. The doctor gave me a strange look and kneeled down beside Tala, touching his jaw and examining the damage I had done.

I took a shaky breath. I had always been like that, calm and controlled and then something happened and suddenly I'd slash out, feeling the steely edge of outright fear making it hard to keep my thoughts focused. Sometimes these outbursts reminded me a lot of Boris, who'd always known that the fear of impulsive, random pain was far greater than that of predictable and used that knowledge thoughtfully. But I somehow fought inwardly against any kind of comparison to him and rather settled for another explanation such as that certain thoughts simply repelled me that much that I had to lash out or else I'd have to give in and face the pain that was waiting underneath.

Probably it was a mixture of both, but I didn't want to dwell on that thought.

Courtesy of Voltaire I had learned at a very young age to keep feelings caged up inside and since I was and always would be an exceptionally good student that behaviour couldn't be wiped out within a few years of happiness and friendship. Actually, when I was truthful to myself I had never once in all those years really trusted the concept of companionship any more than I let go of the dark side in myself that both held me upright and pressed me down.

For instance to me it was only vaguely annoying when Ray had decided to quit; Tyson was devastatingly heartbroken. Also I could just turn around and walk away from them, not spending a second thought about my team. That was strength but it was also a weakness, for I could never settle, and let down my guard. Whenever someone did anything nice to me I became distrusting, having to find out what the other gained out of it, seeing as I myself wasn't any different apart from the fact that I barely ever traded.

It was a constant struggle of distrust and hatred that was becoming tiring every once in a while and then I'd snap; and just blindly try to keep the person hurting me away, no matter how. It was surprisingly similar to simple survival instincts. But that was only logical, considering that my education had based on fear and barely anything but.

With a slight start I realized that I was shaking from head to toe, even my teeth were clattering. Clenching my fists I tried to will the trembling to a stop, but to no avail. The doctor was still busy examining Tala and I really didn't want any of the two to see my weird state of shuddering. But it felt a bit like as though I tried to move a wall, not getting less but much rather growing stronger no matter what I tried.

Realizing that there had to be a psychological reason for the sudden attack of shivers, I frowned when I came to the weird conclusion that I had absolutely no clue why I should still be that shaken up – literally. It seemed like as if my mind and my body had been split in two and there was no possibility of ever changing my current state back to the usual stillness.

I groaned out and slid down into a nearby chair, closing my eyes in distress while I listened to Tala explain furiously to the doctor that he was alright and that there were more important things to discuss.

Maybe I should just think about something else, and then the shivering would stop, I reflected annoyed, leading my train of thoughts back to the problems at hand, the first and foremost being what we should do about Tyson.

I grimaced when I thought about what would happen to the baby if Tyson changed back. Would it die? Tyson wouldn't try it out, I was sure. He was one of the very few people out there who thought that every single life deserved to live. Anyway, nobody knew if it would possibly harm Tyson himself, if he tried that! We hadn't got a clue whether the magic in Tyson's body just made him shift muscles and fat or if it conjured up a whole new body. If the latter was the cause we could change him without question, if it was the first however the small baby could do anything to him! It may even cause internal bleeding…!

And what to do about the fact that nobody had slept with him in the first place! That was just uncanny. Maybe I should r—

"Gosh Kai you're… trembling like a vibrator!" Tala suddenly hissed. My head snapped up and I saw his shocked gaze on my body. The doctor sucked in a breath and immediately came over to me. He swiftly took my hands and felt the pulse, then felt the temperature on my forehead and looked with one of those strange flashlights into my eyes.

"Can you breathe?" I nodded. "We have to lie you down, alright? Do you think you can move?" He asked, quickly taking out a black cell phone. Before I could protest I was unceremoniously pushed down to the ground. Tala stared worriedly at me, before glancing up at the doctor with a frown in place. "Will you please hold up his legs?" The doctor asked hurriedly, still fighting with the cell phone for the right number. Then he moved a few meters away and I could only hear the panicky "Hello?" as he had obviously finally won the war. "Yes, I need you up here Jeff… in the upper left waiting room. Patient shows signs of panic, excessive shivering a—" The guy on the other line must have cut him off, for he didn't talk any further.

I briefly wondered what all the fuss was about, since I didn't feel in any way unwell, if only the shivering would stop. Though that couldn't be serious, right? I'd never heard of anyone dying from shivering! Why was the doctor so alarmed?

"Alright, help's coming." He said a few seconds later, nervously tapping his food.

"Why is he so worked up?" I asked Tala in Japanese. Somehow I figured – probably rightly – that the doctor would only hyperventilate if I asked him directly. Tala shrugged, giving me his 'no-idea' look. And then as abruptly as it had come it went, leaving me slightly confused.

"It's gone." The doctor said breathlessly, watching me with a quizzical look on his face. Nonetheless it was clear to me that the man was very glad indeed that I hadn't collapsed on him. But then I felt a slight twinge somewhere in my head and sat up. Suddenly I felt like vomiting straight on the man's shoes I was feeling so nauseous.

"Please let me go to the bathroom I'm feeling kind of sick." I said faintly, not daring to open my open wider than absolutely necessary. And off we went, the doctor surprising me a bit when he let us go so easily. Tala held me at my tightly at my waist and that alone should have made me cautious. I never thought any of it however, even when I saw his eyes shining in his usual twinkle, the icy blue eyes straying every once in a while, looking up and down my body. At that time I had truthfully believed that Tala only wanted to look for any signs of weakness.

I was so wrong.

As soon as we entered the bathroom he practically launched himself at me, pressing his lips hungrily against mine. I tried to jerk away but to no avail since I was tightly pressed against the bathroom's wall and adding to it was an unbelievably weakness that suddenly overtook me. With a last strangled try to break free I slid down the tiles and everything went black.