Emiyan: Hullo all who dare read this!

Torakai: Naoo.

Emiyan: First, some reviews...

Echo in the Dark: You are a very loyal reviewer... (sniff ) People Like you make me go on in stories... (another sniff) As for the couples, I have no clue...

Darksoul Saiyanphoenix: Gemini-people rule! And, thank you for the compliment!

Torakai: Hmm, anyway, the point is, Emiyan no owns Beyblade, but she does own the few OCs in here.

Emiyan: With that said, let's start!

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Hybrid Thesis - Chapter One: Weird 101

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The Kinomiya household had somehow slipped out of its mute state and into a more noisier one, with girls fighting over bedrooms and the boys either sitting back and watching it unfold or slipping into said rooms while no one was looking. Tyson was one of the people who decided best to occupy the room Mariah and Hilary were arguing about.

When the two ladies found out about this, he had simply smiled and said; "Hey, look on the bright side, no one will fight over it anymore!"

It was painfully true, and very angrily, the two skulked away and into other rooms, leaving Max (who was watching), to stare at Tyson. "Don't you have a room?" He asked, as the Dragoon-wielder grinned sheepishly.

"Well, ... yeah, but still, it doesn't hurt to have two rooms, right?"

Max shook his head and went to his own room, saying "Goodnight Tyson!" as he entered a random room.

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The day started out sluggish and lazy, even the sun has chosen this time to run at turtle-speed. Despite this, however, the building which contained the various bladers was as loud as ever. This being because even with the five extra bathrooms, there were short lines, with people whining and begging for the others who occupied the bathroom to get out.

If anyone had taken the time to observe the others around them, they would've noticed a certain blader with a puncture mark in his neck, as if a vampire with one major tooth bit him. Of course, the blader himself did not notice this, too busy griping at whoever was in the bathroom, I'm afraid.

"Mariah, please! You have been in their for hours!"

"Minutes!" The pink-haired female corrected. "Wait! I'm almost done anyway!"

Bryan groaned and slumped against the wall. "You said that hours ago!"

"Seconds!" She corrected again, just as she exited the bathroom, her toweled hair occasionally dripping onto the floor. Bryan hissed, wrenching her away from the door and entering it, slamming the entry way closed before anyone else could zip in.

He gave a contented sigh and closed his eyes as he striped himself of his shirt. As he opened his eyes again, he saw something odd in the mirror... something... really odd. A bit of blue poking from behind his body. He whipped around, but saw nothing that matched whatever he saw in his reflection. He blinked, but turned around to face the other Bryan in the mirror.

There it was again! Blue!

He growled, turning around wasn't working! nothing was behind him except the rest of the bathroom. A thought occurred to him, a silly one, but he obeyed it. Slowly, very slowly, he reached behind his back... Something came into contact, and it did not feel like skin...

He did whatever any person, man, woman or child, would do at this point.

No, he didn't scream, instead, he shoved his shirt back on and quickly exited the bathroom, his eyes wide as he passed Oliver.

"Monsieur? Are you all right? It appears like you've seen a ghost."

Bryan turned, blinked, and shuddered. "No, everything's all right..." With this said, he gave a twitch and stiffly walked down the halls, eventually disappearing from view. Oliver shrugged, and entered the vacant room himself.

Immediately, he looked in the mirror and at the knot in the middle of his forehead. Oliver reassured himself that the bump was small and was nothing a pack of ice could not handle. He smiled faintly, but it quickly drooped into a frown. How did he get a bump on his head in the first place?

Maybe he hit his head on the wall while he was asleep. After all, his bed was pushed into a corner.

Yeah, that sounded like a good explanation...

He grinned again.

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There were a few, at the new and improved dining room, who refused to dine with company, and so, they usually took the food up to their own rooms and ate it, bringing empty plates back down. Kai was one of these people, of course. Except today, as hungry as he was, he could not find the energy to get out of bed, much less his room. His back felt sore, and there was a burning sensation in hiss throat. The two became so unbearable that the Russian was sure he was going to die.

As he world faded into blackness, there was a knock at the door, followed by "Hey! You didn't come down to get any food!"

Hilary. This snapped him from darkness.

Usually, he would've opened the door himself, but in his pain, he couldn't gather himself to do it. "You can come in."

There was silence on the other side. "You are letting me into your room?"

"Hn."

Hilary took this as a yes and entered, setting the plate at his side on the bed. "Soo... what's the matter? Have you been asleep?"

"No," he answered turning away from her and giving an inaudible groan of pain. His throat felt like it was on fire, and it felt as if his back was tearing open slowly.

"Hey Kai, are you okay?"

He ignored her. Some force compelled him to lift himself drunkenly from his bed. But as he took his first step, he tumbled over onto the ground unconscious.

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Emiyan: There, done. I'm proud of this... (nodnod)

Torakai: Naoo, you all know the procedure, but...

Emiyan: in case you forget, read and review!