A/N: Well, here we go! It's another BB TyKa goodness fic! Rejoice! And we can never dominate the fanfics with this genre because, in my opinion, there can never be enough TyKa. Who's with me on this?

Disclaimer: The cast from BB is not owned by me, though I'm starting to suspect they've sold themselves to the hair salons in order to pay off having to use so much hairspray for their lovely, lovely styles.

Dedication: See, everyone here is so nice, I have to multiply dedicate this story! (Listed in alphabetical order)

Aki Yamato – who helped me create The Hotel Scene. You know what I'm talking about.

Bexi e – who is hilariously insane

Ellen Sar – who supports me in my belief that there should be more Kai-ukeness around here

Kiina Kia – who encouraged me to get off my butt and write (thank you! ;;)

Lady Winged Knight – just because she's an angel.

Laticia androness – who introduced me to the wonder of mocha coffee and bearshare. Mmmm. I can't thank you enough!

Melissa- who wants to associate her drawings with my story, and who helps me catsuits! Whee!

Nuttonbuttonpaws – who's perky and helpful and great!

Plushie Heartless – who is refreshingly adorable. How's it going?

Pointed Teeth - who is sweet enough to offer to beta for me!

Special Thanks go to Pointed Teeth. I'm sure you know why! ((glomps))

The trials and tribulations of Kinomiya Tyson

Prologue

The early morning sunlight hit the pillow, highlighting a rippling wave of shimmering blue. The head to which it was attached remained ignorant of his sudden aesthetic qualities though, and merely burrowed deeper under the pile of blankets. Morning carried on, content to let the boy sleep until he was fully rested.

The machine by the boy's bed, however, wasn't nearly as indulgent. As the numbers clicked over to the next minute, the raucous sound of the alarm jarred the air, startling a nearby fledging robin into awkward flight.

Tyson woke suddenly, his arm flying out on automatic to shut off the wake-up buzzer. Ears successfully rescued from an early deafening, he half-sat up and tried to re-orient himself.

Today was Saturday, at the thrice cursed early hour of 6:25. He groaned and almost flopped back into sleep before remembering why he'd set his alarm so early.

It was his turn to open the camp! Ever since that last World Tournament Mr. Dickenson and the committee had organized this camp for younger beybladers. Hopefully this camp, they'd said, would help the kids make the right choices – both for blading and for life.

Speaking of beyblade… Tyson's thoughts drifted as he got ready to go. All too soon, his thoughts came to the reason why he was still tired: he'd stayed up well after midnight in a furious brainstorming session. This summer, he vowed, would be the one where he and Kai would get together. No more misunderstandings, no more reasons to fight (excepting friendly beybattles, naturally), and most importantly, no more Kai running off for parts unknown, maybe never to return.

Tyson gave his hair one last quick brushing before tying it back. The most frustrating thing about this whole thing, he decided, was that he knew they liked each other. All those looks, the shared secrets, those quiet moments between them… they all pointed to one fact: Kai liked him. As in liked him, liked him. And it wasn't as if the feelings weren't returned. Most of the time that they were together Tyson felt that steadily pulsing inner warmth – reserved only for Kai – spiral into a nearly uncontrollable compulsion to…

He felt his face heat up. Everything from holding Kai's hand, to brushing hair away from those deep, indescribable eyes, to nuzzling his cheek, to jumping Kai and pinning him against some flat surface and ravishing him senselessly. He wanted to be with Kai forever! These feelings within him had been growing for the last several years, and by now, they'd swelled enough to be registered on the Richter scale.

But Kai wouldn't do anything! It was driving Tyson crazy! And it wasn't as if they were lacking opportunities, either. This summer, what with working together in the camp, there'd been no end to the quiet moments they'd shared. Last Friday, for instance, had been a prime example: just the two of them on a hill, staring peacefully at the sunset. Tyson had made sure to stay close and listen very closely to anything Kai had to say.

Kai, the sexy lump he was, had just lain there.

In the midst of gobbling his breakfast, Tyson paused his frustrated fuming to smile in recollection. That actually had been nice. After all, Kai cut a very striking figure against the sunset. All hard lines and angles, but with soft eyes that Tyson easily melted into…

His watch beeped, reminding him he was supposed to have left six minutes ago.

"Crap!" He resumed gobbling, his mind whirring into activity again.

So last night, Tyson had stayed up, thinking of ways he could get Kai to break and confess. After all, Tyson had made his feelings towards Kai more than clear. He didn't want to pressure Kai, though, which is why he hadn't said anything … incriminating. As the situation now stood, the ball was in Kai's court (and had been for some time now, admittedly). If Tyson could just get Kai to confess, then they could move on to the fun stuff. He'd give Kai one more day to spontaneously erupt into love confessions, then he'd have no choice but to implement… his Plan. Dun dun duuuun.

Tyson locked the door behind him, all ready to sprint to the camp; he might still be able to make it if he ran.

"Late as always, Tyson?"

Tyson spun around. "Kai?" he gasped. "What are you doing…" he trailed off, taking in the sight of Kai in leather, sitting comfortably on a jet-black rumbling motorcycle.

"Uh?" he pointed out intelligently, trying not to drool.

Kai shrugged, ignoring his unsaid question. "You could always run there." He sounded bored.

And it was things like this that made Tyson know. Before 7:30 in the morning, and Kai had shown up to offer him a ride, knowing him well enough to realize he'd be late.

Tyson threw on the helmet Kai offered, then hopped onto the back seat.

"Hold on!" Kai shouted as the motorcycle revved up.

"Gladly," Tyson purred, to low to hear over the rumble, then snaked his arms around Kai's torso and pressed close.

And then he yelled with adrenalin as Kai tore off, trying to make up for the lost time.

TBC