AN Hi! I'm new to Beyblade fandom, though I already have a couple of ideas on my computer for this category. Anyway, for those of you who didn't read the summary very well, this is TyKa. Yes, TYKA peoples. Which means shounen-ai. But basically this is just a fic full of weirdness and Kai humiliation. In his eyes at least. Tyson thinks the world of him, of course. Nothing could change his mind about that. Could it? Well, I suppose that's up to the author.

Just a few more things before you start reading this. It's all for first person point of view, switching between Tyson and Kai, which is always being noted. And another thing, these are thoughts, as stray as they sometimes appear in my mind. I just basically wrote down their thoughts in my way of thinking. Confused yet? Just one thing, sometimes the characters address each other in their mind, sometimes (mostly) the reader. When they actually talk, speak out loud, those words are written between double quotation marks like these "Blah." I don't think it's that confusing, really it's pretty easy to figure out, but I just wanted to state that for the clarity of things.

And now for the fic: WHICH IS TYKA!!!

In close quarters.

Part one: What's wrong, Kai?

Kai:

This sucks.

This royally sucks.

My head feels like it's about to explode. My nose is itchy. My eyes are watery. In four words: I am a wreck.

And Kai Hiwatari doesn't like to be a wreck, does he? No, I don't. I'm even talking to myself now. How pathetic.

I'm curled up underneath the blankets and refusing to come out, despite Tyson's incessant nagging, and usually Tyson's nagging does the trick. But today I can resist that. Today I am immune to everything.

Except the flu.

Damn, I think I'm even running a fever. Just bloody wonderful.

"Come on, Kai. I don't believe I'm doing this. Usually I'm the one who's kicked out of my bed. You really have to get up now. Otherwise you're out of breakfast."

"Don't care," I grumble, as I snuggle in deeper. I am not letting this trivial little thing as food lure me out of my perfectly good hiding place.

"Never thought I'd have to do this," I hear him grumble.

And then suddenly my security blanket is gone. What happened to it?

That cruel Tyson! No fair! He stole it from me! Well, if he thinks that makes me leave my little warm nest, he's sadly mistaken.

"Aaarrrggghhh! Tyson, what are you doing?!" Snirf. He pulled me of the mattress. And they say I'm cold-hearted. This floor is cold!

"Getting you up, oh great captain." Man, Tyson, no need to use sarcasm! "Now, come on."

"Don't want to," I grumble again.

"What is wrong with you?!" he exclaims.

Hello? I have a terrible cold, and you yelling at me only makes my headache grow. "Stop yelling," I growl, clutching my head. I really can't stand Tyson right now. Normally he's a cute boy and all, but I'm in a really foul mood. I always am, when I'm sick.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

What's wrong, he asks. Isn't that obvious? "I'm. Sick. Now leave me alone." I manage to gather some of my blankets around me and crawl back on the bed.

"Sick?"

Yes, braniac. You are so lucky I don't have the energy to yell at you like I normally do. I just want to be left alone. Wait a minute. Did I call him cute? Even if it was in my mind, calling Tyson cute is intolerable. I just want that annoying pest (that's better) to leave me alone.

No such luck, though. You'll never guess what he says. "I'll call off training and nurse you back to health. Tomorrow you'll be as good as new."

Oh, god, please. Just let me die. Anything is better than nurse Tyson to the rescue. Besides, flu is terrible. Do anything about and it lasts a week, do nothing and it lasts seven days. Or the other way around. My brain isn't working properly.

I listen to Tyson's cheery voice from the other room as he makes his calls to the other teammates, which means two calls, since Ray and Max share an apartment. They offered me the spare bedroom, but I'd rather be on my own, than with those two. They can be loud.

So now I'm at the mercy of nurse Tyson. Could it get any worse?

Shouldn't have thought that. Since when is there an apron in my house? Not that it doesn't look cute on him.

My brain is fried. Must be the fever. Why would I ever think of Tyson as shudder cute?

"Do you want something to eat?" he smiles sweetly.

I try shaking my head, but that is just too painful. "No, just water and tissues. And an aspirin wouldn't be too bad either. It's in the bathroom cupboard." Man, do I sound hoarse. I'm worse than I thought. Maybe having someone to fetch and carry isn't too bad. I don't think I'm mobile.

While Tyson rummages around to find what he's looking for, which is what I want to have right now, I make myself more comfortable. Gosh, this bed is nice. I never realized what a nice bed this is.

Tyson:

Poor Kai. He really looks terrible. All puffy eyed and flushed from fever. Very cute actually.

Okay, Tyson, you can act normal now. Where is that aspirin? In the bathroom cupboard, he says. Well I can't find it. Let's see if mister Captain can.

Oh there it is. I'm blind as usual.

Glass with aspirin in one hand and tissue box in the other, I make my way back to the bedroom. To find Kai asleep.

Great, I fetch and he falls asleep. Can't really blame him though. He looks so cute laying there, like a child. I've never seen Kai look so relaxed. You'd almost think everything was normal with this guy, if it weren't for the obvious red in his face because of the fever.

Might as well stay here and clean up a bit. Who would have guessed I voluntarily offer to clean something? Best leave the door open though, in case he wakes up and needs anything.

AN I know, short beginning, but otherwise it would be really long. Next chapter coming up soon. Let me know what you think, please. Pretty please??