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"Aaron!" Miguel called as his friend hit the ground.

Fortunately, Aaron sits up a few moments afterwards and clutched at his arm. Blood began to pour through his fingers and down his arm. Wyatt immediately scrambles over next to him and looks at his arm.

"Aaron, are you ok?"

"I'm fine." Aaron hissed through gritted teeth. "He just hit me on the arm."

"I'm so sorry." Wyatt whispered as he ripped off the sleeve of his shirt and wrapped it around his arm.

"Forget it."

"Bryan, Tala, Now!" Spencer ordered before Tyson could have a chance to recall his blade.

"Right!" They both said as they moved forward. They jumped up onto the Beyblade podium and painfully tackle Tyson, pinning him to the floor harshly. Miguel moves forward as well and as the two Russians held him down, he riffles through his jacket pockets searching for the antidote.

"Where is it?" Miguel muttered to himself. Suddenly his fingers brushed over a small medicine bottle. He grabs it. "I've found it!"

"Is it still in one piece?" Spencer asked.

"Here." Miguel said as he threw it to Spencer. "Hurry!"

"Right!" Spencer nodded, then cast a concern gaze to the bleeding teen on the floor. "What about-?"

"I'm fine. Go to Kai." Aaron ordered, waving him off.

Next to him Wyatt nodded. "I'll clean it up, just go."

Spencer nods as he turned on his heel and ran out of the stadium. Hopefully he won't be too late.

Bryan watched as Spencer left the arena and turned his attention to the struggling teen on the floor. "Now, can we pound the shit out of him?"

Tala has Tyson by the throat, his fingers twitching. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" He snarled.

Tyson continued to struggle as he gasps for air.

"Tala, drop him."

Tala blinked and turned his icy blue eyes on the teen he had expected to be the last person to tell him to leave Tyson alone. "What?"

"Beating him into a bloody pulp is all and good, but I'd prefer him to see the repercussions of his selfish personality." Miguel explained, his usually soft blue eyes narrowed and dangerous. "We have every right to beat the shit out of him, but we won't."

"Why?" Bryan almost whined.

"Because, we're better than him." He said simply. "Besides, Kai wouldn't want us to waste our time with this insect."

Tala blinked him once, twice and then smirked, getting the idea. "You're right." He said and then turned his attention to Tyson, who he still has by the throat. "Now that the world finally sees you for who you are, Tyson, lets watch as your reputation crumbles down around your ears." With that said, he then threw him to the ground.

Tyson gasped for air as he rubbed his throat. He snarls something incoherent and turns his gaze over at all the large group onlookers who in turn glared at him hatefully, their expressions a mixture of shock, hate and utter disgust.

Tyson played them all life fools. Something that will never happen again.

"Wait." Robert said after a moment of silence. "What about Barthez?"

"Crap." Tala cursed. "I was so pissed off with Tyson that I forgot about that puss bucket."

"You guys go find Barthez." Ray said as he walked towards the podium. "Tyson isn't going anywhere."

"He's all yours, tiger." Tala replied and walked away but not before giving Tyson a swift kick to the abdomen for good luck. "Lets go."

A few of the bladers nodded and followed the redhead out, all eager for some action themselves.

Miguel said nothing as he stared down Tyson. He suddenly moved forward, grabs him around the neck and lifted him up so they're face to face. "Keep away from us, Tyson." He said before he threw him away, causing him to fall off the podium.

"Miguel, you coming?" Tala asked from the other side of the stadium.

"As much as I would love to beat the crap out of Barthez, I want to check on Kai first." Miguel replied back.

"Sure." Tala nodded. "We'll leave you some."

"I doubt that, but thanks anyway." Miguel called over his shoulder before he sprinted off towards the medical centre that his lover was currently in. Hopefully the antidote will work.

It has too.

"How is he?" Miguel asked as he watch Spencer injected the antidote into Kai's long pale arm.

"We'll know in a couple of hours." He replied as he removed the needle. "I don't know how long it should take for the antidote to work."

"I'll wait for as long as I have to."

… … … … …

Aaron sat cross legged on a bench in one of the locker rooms, his thick sloppy Jo was laying on the floor, ruined from the bloodstains. Every locker room comes equip with a first aid kit. It's standard issue. Wyatt was next to him on the bench, carefully bandaging his arm. They moved about in silence.

"Thank you." Wyatt whispered, almost afraid to break the silence. "For today."

"Hey, forget it." Aaron replied, slightly embarrassed. "It's no big deal."

Wyatt paused for a moment and Aaron heard him sigh. "We've been spending a lot of time together, haven't we?"

"I guess we have."

"Aaron?" He asked nervously. "Can I tell you something?"

"Ah." Aaron blinked. "Ok."

Wyatt took a deep breath. "As of late, my feelings for Kai have changed. I still like him, but now it's different."

"How different?" Aaron asked, curious as to where this could be going.

"Before whenever I see Miguel and Kai together I use to get this feeling in my stomach. This jealously, you know?"

Aaron nodded. "Yeah, I do."

"But now, I don't. Seeing them together actually makes me smile."

"They belong together, that's for sure." Aaron replied with a small smile, one that was matched by Wyatt's.

"But those feelings that I once had for Kai have shifted."

"Huh?"

Wyatt fidgeted in his seat as he gaze intently at the floor. "I've grown attracted to someone else." He whispered.

Aaron blinked. "Who?" He asked, sounding hopeful.

Wyatt nibbled on his bottom lip as he gaze up at the young man next to him through his bangs. "You."

For the umpteenth time that day Aaron blinked. Then slowly not to startle the boy next to him he gently places his hand on the back of his neck and pulled him forward. Wyatt blushed profusely, but closed his eyes as their lips met in a soft, shy kiss.

A kiss that left them both with the sense that there was many more to come.

Gosh darn it, I'm pairing everyone up left, right and center, huh? I claim first Aaron/Wyatt pairing! Next chapter is the last chapter (finally!) If I ever attempt to write two completely different sequels at the exact same time ever again, give me a boot up the ass, please?

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