Brown eyes blinked open, Tyson moved to his side and wince in pain, which quickly remained him about yesterday. He then turned his gaze towards his clock, and blinked in surprise: 10: 36. Wasn't practice schedule for eight? He thought as he stood from his bed, he then went to the bathroom to get ready. He turn on the hot water and went towards the cabinet to grab his toothbrush, he open it and was shock to see the same blade. He was sure that Kai had hiding it yesterday, or so he thought.

Are you testing me? He asked while taking the blade, his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Tyson?" it was Ray, "are you ok?" The midnight haired teen froze.

"Yeah Ray, why do you ask?" he voice was calm and steady.

"Well, yesterday Kai told us that you had gone to sleep early, so we were wandering if you were ok. Are you sick?" Tyson's heart pounded against his chest. When he heard the part where Kai had told them something, his heart had skipped a beat. I guess you kept the promise. He sighed in relief.

"I'm fine Ray, don't worry."

"Alright, well I'm going to do some chores, make sure you eat something, ok?"

"Yeah, thanks." Tyson heard Ray leaving, he took a look of the blade and he put it back in the cabinet, I guess you win this one, Kai.

"So, Kai, what do you say?" the dual-haired teen only stared at the old man seated behind the desk. Mr. Dickenson had asked for Kai to meet him, and now that he had said his plan to the teen. Kai was pondering about it; he stood from his chair and headed towards the door.

"I'll ask my team about it." And say that he left. Kai walked down the stairs, not taking the elevator, to have more time to think about Mr. Dickenson's plan. What am I suppose to do? He went through the double doors and headed towards the direction of the bridge.

Tyson entered the kitchen, Ray was washing the dishes, "Hey Tyson, want to eat something?"

"No thanks, I'll just drink some juice." Ray turned from the dirty dishes to stare at his friend.

"Are you sure, I can make you something if you're hungry." Tyson waved his hand, and took a clean glass and took out the juice carton.

"That's ok, I'm not hungry. Where's everybody?"

"Max went to visit his dad, Kenny and Hilary haven't shown up yet, and Kai went to talk to Mr. Dickenson."

"Oh really, what for?" The raven-haired teen shrugged his shoulder, and turn to his task.

"Who knows." Tyson put the juice back in the fridge, and handed the glass to Ray. "Where are you going?" Ray asked, seeing that Tyson was wearing a sweater.

"Out, I'll be back." The teen heard the door sliding and closing. I wonder if he's really ok. He finished the last of the work in the kitchen, and decided to put the dirty clothes in the washer. Ray first went and grabbed both Tyson and Max's clothes, done that he headed towards Kai's room. Opening the door, he quickly grabbed the clothes in the basket and was about to head out, when something caught his eye.

A pant's leg was half way in the closet. Jeez Kai, couldn't you even clean your own closet? He sighed and put the clothes on the bed, then he open the closet door and took out the pants with a shirt. He was about to put it with the other clothes when he saw something dark on the side of the pants. Ray couldn't be sure what it was because the pants were also dark, but when he took a look at the shirt, he saw the same dark stain. Blood?

Tyson walked even though he was tired, Damn, I should have eaten something, now the only thing I want to do is sleep. He also knew that not eating and the fact that he had cut himself wasn't helping at all. He wonder if Kai hadn't help him back then, and he had just stay there without doing nothing, would he had died? Seriously, I don't understand you, Kai.

"Tyson?" speaking of him, Tyson gaze at crimson eyes.

"Hey Kai."

"Where are you going?" Kai tried hard enough for his voice to not sound with all the worry he was feeling, he wanted Tyson to know that he cared of him but wouldn't push it. That's the reason he didn't throw away the blade, hoping that Tyson would understand, without taking it the wrong way.

"No where, I heard that you went to talk to Mr. Dickenson, what did he said?" Kai sighed.

"It seems that he's planning another tournament, this one to raise money. It seems that the BBA is running low of it, with all the tracking down and the business with Voltaire that is."

"I see, so are we participating?" that was the problem Kai was having.

"…Y-yes." Because of his hesitation, Tyson was able to know why he was troubled.

"I want to beybattle." Kai's thoughts were racing, part of him already knew that Tyson would want to battle, not caring for his health. Another wanted to believe that he could convince him. "When is it?"

"Tomorrow, we are only battling one team, three will participate. We only need two to win, the last one doesn't matter." Kai was glad that they only had to battle one team, but whom?

"I'll beybattle, is that ok with you." Kai wanted to say no, but Tyson would be mad, and besides he knew that Tyson would battle even if he didn't approve of it.

"That is fine… just be careful." Tyson nodded and turn back to head back to the dojo, he wanted to sleep. "Tyson wait!" say teen turned and blink in surprise as Kai handed him a notebook.

"What's this for?"

"You don't want to go to a hospital, right?"

"You're damn right!" Kai didn't back down.

"In that case, that is for you to write what you're feeling, it helps you." (1)

"In other words, it's a diary?"

"Call it what you want." Tyson stared at the notebook, then his gaze turn to Kai, who return the gaze.

"Fine, come on lets go back, I'm hungry." Kai couldn't help but let a small smile show in his pale face and he wonder if that was how it was suppose to be. With Tyson leading, and he following, in any case he would help Tyson.

(1) At least that's what the doc told me.

Brt: Thank-you for reading.