A late chapter here but it's a long one to make up. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Anyway, this is going to be TyKa, so be prepared.

Chapter two – Photoshoot

XX

Kai faced the crowd of fans with something akin to horror slowly building up inside of him. It was the dreaded crowd. The sea of stupidity. The not-worth-my-time fans that had somehow tracked them down and were clamouring for autographs.

Tyson loved every minute of it.

"Ah the adoring public!" he grinned, making his way to where they were screaming and crying behind the security lines.

Of course, to the crazed fans, it was Kai they saw walking towards them. Kai. The ice Lord. The one who never stopped, never smiled and certainly never signed anything unless he had to.

Their screams only grew louder.

"Hold it!" Kai grabbed Tyson by the collar before he could make an absolute fool out of himself. "Don't look. Don't smile. Don't even crack a joke! We're getting to Mr Dickenson's car and we're driving away. That counts for all of us!" he snapped at the others who were already greeting the public.

"What?" Tyson cried incredulously. "Don't be such a - "

He gagged as Kai hauled him away, almost strangling him as he made futile efforts to break free. They made it to car and Kai threw him into the seat, shortly following afterwards.

It was then that Tyson heard it. But it was already too late. Ray, Max, and even Kenny made hasty excuses and parted with the public to clamber into the car as well. It was too late for Tyson. That was when it came.

"Oh…my…God!"

"Did Tyson just walk away?"

"He didn't even look at me!"

"He didn't even smile!"

"How ungrateful!"

"Celebs these days!"

The outcry was phenomenal. Tyson realised that, whilst Kai had been dragging him away, it seemed to the public as if it was Tyson instead who was simply walking away with Kai in tow. He, the friendliest blader in the world, had not even cracked a smile.

Tyson was going to kill Kai.

XX

One car ride, a hastily eaten dinner and a short argument later, all of Tyson's anger had vaporised into a simple grudge. He sat alone in his room in front of a small tabletop mirror pouting at the face and body he was trapped in.

He did not understand. Kai walked away from the crowds all the time. How come he managed to get away with it?

Well, he was pretty. Maybe not pretty. Maybe handsome was a better word. Maybe hot. But he did not want to go that far.

"Are you checking me out?"

Tyson almost jumped. "K – Kai! As if I would!"

"I called the BBA just now," Kai said, standing just behind Tyson with a typical frown across his face. "I told them that I…you…were coming down with something and you just didn't want your oh-so loyal fans catching it. They'll announce a formal apology for you this evening."

"Kai…" he breathed. He could not believe, ice Lord Kai. Mr. I don't give a crap Kai went to all that trouble for him.

"Stupidity is contagious after all."

"Shut up!"

Before they could start arguing again, a knock sounded at Tyson's door and Kenny's voice drifted through. "Tyson! Kai! Are you two in there?" he called.

"What?" Kai scowled as the boy entered. Even if it was not intentional, he had yet to forgive Kenny for getting them into this mess.

"Uh…unfortunately, it seems we can't avoid the publicity that's coming with this new tournament," the boy squeaked as Kai's eyes narrowed for the kill. "Well…so that means the interviews, photoshoots, signings and so on will have to continued…as…scheduled," he lamely trailed off.

"Just fix this," Kai sighed, rubbing his forehead wearily.

"Uh, I'll try," Kenny nervously arranged his glasses.

"You better, or else…"

No one wanted to know what the 'or else' meant.

XX

By the time Tyson sleepily joined them outside the dojo the next day, everyone was already up and awake. Kenny was tinkering away with Dizzy in a more frantic way than usual, muttering something about Kai, killing and toothpicks whilst Ray and Max were indulging in a game of 'who can invent the most creative way to wake up Tyson.'

Kai, for his part, looked commonly peevish. His arms were folded and his eyes closed in his normal pose. Strangely, it worked even when using Tyson's goofball body.

Since the body-swap they had come to an unspoken, mutual agreement to wear 'normal' clothes. Since Tyson did not want to wear what Kai usually did and no way in hell was Kai going to wear Tyson's garishly coloured clothes, both were playing it safe with T-shirts and jeans.

"Mornin' what's up for today," Tyson rubbed his eyes sleepily, yawning.

"A photoshoot. Then training," Kai scowled. Tyson could tell he was in a bad mood. Of all the little things he had to do because he was a pro-blader, photoshoots were Kai's absolute worst.

Interviews could be endured whilst speaking as little as possible. Even signings were bearable since the lines were always so long and, to save time, chit-chat was not permitted.

Photoshoots, however, were the spawn of the devil.

XX

Mr. Dickenson drove them to the studio. They arrived in good time and were ushered into the building before the clock hit eleven.

The set was already prepared and cameras ready at all different angles. The first set of photos would be of them as a team before the individual, and more interesting photos were taken.

Thankfully, these were done with relatively little fuss, as Kai was standing on Tyson's foot the whole time to stop him from smiling like a fool, which in turn caused him to smirk. It was near enough to a smile in Kai's standards.

It was the individual photographs that were gong to be held.

Everyone had their photos taken, even Kenny, who was often shot surrounded by computers or making some half-hearted 'victory' pose.

Max was always prescribed the usual. Overalls. Loose, billowy clothes. Simple T-shirts and shorts. Fake sunshine. A bright balloon of bubblegum coming from his mouth for as long as he could hold it. Energetic, happy, sunny and bright. He was the one girls everyone wanted to take to a fair.

Ray on the other hand, they dimmed the lights for. Portrayed as exotic and mysterious but not unapproachable, that was Kai's territory, and they made sure that each blader appealed to the different preferences of the fans.

Then Tyson was called for his individual photos and everything went pear-shaped.

XX

"Smile! Smile!" Tyson was quietly urging a reluctant Kai from the sidelines.

"Kai…Tyson, I mean," Max glanced sidelong at him. Sometimes he forgot that the brain inside the body was different. "I don't think you're helping."

"But Max! Look at him! He's ruining my imagine!" Tyson whined, pointing a finger at where a very obstinate Kai was scowling at the photographers.

"Even so, I don't think…"

"Screw it, I can't work like this," Kai sighed, shifting out of the pose he was supposed to be holding. They wanted him to be energetic? They wanted him to buzz? What the hell did that mean? He was not some damn bee.

"H – hey, Champ?" the cameraman looked absolutely stunned. Usually, Tyson was the most co-operative of the group, cheerfully agreeing to all their suggestions.

"Amateurs. Bladers, photographers, I'm always lumped with the amateurs," he muttered. At that moment, even inside Tyson's body, he was looking very dangerous. Navy eyes narrowed into slits. His hand was slowly undoing the buttons of his white shirt.

Stunned by the transformation from cheerful, bubbly world champ to this quiet, almost predatory blader standing before them, the photographers were too stunned to move.

Kai sighed wearily. If this was the only way to get it over with then he was prepared to make a few sacrifices. It was Tyson's dignity, not his.

As he undid his shirt halfway so that only the chest was exposed. He had never really noticed it before, but Tyson was in reasonable shape despite the abundant amount of food he usually consumed.

"What the hell!" Tyson was about to scream bloody murder if Ray and Max did not clamp their hands over his mouth.

Kai's hands moved up towards his hair, tugging the band free as navy strands came cascading down.

Tyson froze. Somehow, it felt like he was being violated, just by allowing Kai to let down his hair.

"I know you want me to be adorable and cute or whatever dumb pose you had in mind," Kai's voice came out in a low growl, "but cute is not really my style."

His hand pushed his hair back with a hand, though strands of navy escaped to fall to his face. Leaning against the prop of a locker, his head tilted slightly back, he glared at the bright lights with a cool, although slightly dangerous, expression.

"Can we get this over with?" Kai sighed. He was only being so obliging so that he could get out of the spotlight.

No annoying flashes went off to blind him. Everyone was still too stunned to move.

"Boss, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" someone whispered.

The head cameraman nodded mutely, unable to rip his gaze from the teen's aloof stance and predatory expression. He could hardly believe that the person standing there was the world champ, the energetic adorable little loud-mouth he had always snapped.

Who the hell was this bad-boy and what had happened to the real Tyson?

"It's true, I haven't been drugged, have I?" he stuttered. "The world champ is…he's - " he gulped, unable to finish his own sentence from shock. Could he say it? No, he did not dare say it but… "He's…he's!"

"Sexy!"

XX

"Okay, you're up next."

The uproar Kai had created by doing things his own way had simmered down slightly, leaving a shocked group of photographers believing they had witnessed something akin to a world-wide revolution, and a very sour-looking Tyson.

It was Tyson, well technically Kai's, turn. For the past several years, Kai had always gone last. No one wanted to mess around with him first thing in the morning.

Tyson waited in gloomy silence. He did not understand. Why did everyone start screaming and shouting and running around just when Kai looked at them? Why did the women suddenly start bleeding from the nose? Sure, he had done it in his body, but they had never reacted that way before.

It was the same way he could walk past the crowds, paying attention to no one, yet make the fans scream and swoon.

What was so special about Kai?

"Hey, it's your turn. Don't screw up."

Tyson stood up straight, staring at Kai challengingly. "Just to let you know, I don't do the 'I'm a jerk, stay the hell away from me' pose either," he retorted.

"Are you mad at me for something?" Kai frowned.

"I'm just saying," his eyes glinted evilly. "That if you can change my image, so can I!"

"Hey, wait!" Kai tried to grab him but he had already managed to escape. He watched cautiously as Tyson began talking to the one in charge. He regretted not being able to lip-read. Tyson's mouth was moving way too fast for his liking.

"I'm sure it won't be that bad," Ray joined him, sensing his volatile mood.

Tyson disappeared somewhere to change but Max alerted them as he reappeared by tugging at the sleeves of Kai's shirt. "Kai? Where are your markings?"

He turned and stared. Sure enough, the normal blue triangles that had graced his cheeks were gone. Tyson had dressed his body up in dark black jeans and a white shirt that was so thin it was almost translucent.

"That idiot!"

"Okay folks, change the props!" the head cameraman ordered and the set began to shift.

"A b – bedroom?" Ray tilted his head curiously at the new set they were assembling.

Kai could only get a bad feeling from this.

Tyson's shirt was buttoned all the way down, revealing a toned chest and stomach that was not his own. The pristine white sheets swirled around him as he clambered on to the bed without any shoes, his blue hair slightly ruffled as if he had just awoken.

"I'll kill him!" Kai clenched his fists, fighting the urge to march in front of the cameras and strangle his own body.

Tyson was obviously enjoying playing around in his body. The knowledge of that irked Kai even more. Seeing his own body in such vulnerable positions, reclining along the bed as a small fan off set shifted his hair was just insulting.

"Don't worry," Ray tentatively patted his back, "even if it is Tyson, he's in your body. You're naturally scary. Even Tyson can't screw that up."

Kai looked at Ray appreciatively. That rare look transformed into a glare at the Chinese blader as he looked over to the set. He had jinxed it. That damn Ray jinxed it.

He glanced at what Tyson was doing and his mouth almost hung open.

"Oh…my…God."

"Oh my God."

"Oh my God!"

"OH MY GOD!"

Kenny's exclamation was the loudest, reaching an almost glass shattering high-pitch.

All four of them stood in a near trance-like stupor, carefully taking in one of the rarest sights in the world. It was rarer than the solar eclipse. More astonishing than the birth of a star.

"It's…" Kai began but was unable to continue. He was too appalled.

"It's like…"

"It's like he's - "

Tyson tilted his head to one side, looking sweetly confused, as if he had woken up in an unfamiliar but not intimidating place. Without the markings, Kai's face was not as intimidating as usual and Tyson took full advantage of this by making the body he was in seem slightly withdrawn.

A finger was placed to his lips, mouth slightly parted. It was so adorable it was almost obscene. The cuteness factor was multiplied by about one thousand just because it was Kai's body that was being snapped, it was Kai's crimson eyes that were looking so naïve as if…as if he was cluelessly inviting someone in.

The pose. The look. The pure white sheets. The carelessly open shirt. The black jeans with the first button teasingly left undone. It said it all.

It said: 'Please have your way with me!'

"I'LL KILL HIM!" Kai, still in Tyson's body roared. "I'll definitely kill him this time!"

XX

It was fun. Despite his initial thoughts of revenge, Tyson had to admit that playing dress up with Kai's body was oddly fun.

That thought he decided to keep to himself.

However, seeing Kai marching right up to him, regardless of the flashing cameras, was not fun. Particularly when Kai was looking as if he was going to fulfil that promise of disembowelling him.

"K – Kai!" Tyson skirted away as Kai stomped over and towered above him. Kai glared at him icily.

"You idiot! It's bad enough being stalked and glomped by fans, you're inviting them to rape me as well?"

"H – Hey! If you can change my image, why can't I change yours? It's cute, don't you think?" he protested

Kai grabbed Tyson shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed. "Cute?" he hovered above him. "Oh yeah, real cute. Like seeing you do seven hours of training cute."

The camera flashes had failed to stop yet but neither was aware of this small, unimportant fact.

"That's not fair!" Tyoson tried to growl at Kai, which only resulted in him bringing his nose closer to Kai's face.

"Life's not fair," Kai retorted, then turning for the cameras demanded, "Are you quite done for today?"

The photographers looked shocked. "Err…well."

"Good," he said without giving them a chance to answer. Grabbing Tyson, he pulled him off of the set. "We'll be going then."

XX

Barely a few days after that traumatising ordeal, the pictures were printed as usual in several beyblading magazines.

"Did you see the photos?"

"Which ones?"

"The ones in Beyblade Ultima,"

"Oh yeah, isn't Ray so - "

"Not Ray! The bedroom ones!"

And along came the first whiffs of scandal.

Quite a long chapter today. Will Kai and Tyson ever get back into their rightful bodies? Big thank you to those who reviewed and those about to review. It keeps me going.