A/N: Okay, chapter three! A lot of you have been guessing at what Tyson is. All I can say is, no matter how much he changes physically and mentally he will always remain a boy; more feminine features or not. For the rest...well you'll just have to wait and see. I think you will like what is going to happen. :) Enjoy

Warning: Slight Shonen Ai

Disclaimer: If I owned Beyblade it would probably resemble my stories. (Now everyone sigh in disappointment that I don't)

Soul's Journey

Chapter Two

"I can't believe it, you're..."

Tyson held his breath. This was it, the moment of truth. If Max noticed..

"You're, SHORT!"

Tyson nearly fell over in shock. "What!" He exclaimed.

Max giggled. "You're short! I'm taller than you now. Look look!" The blonde moved closer, showing that there was indeed a good two inches difference in their height now. "See, I'm taller!" The blonde began to laugh in glee.

Tyson stared at his friend with incredulous eyes. That was it? Max notices one of the few things that hasn't changed about him; his height? You've got to be kidding me.

"Max, did you get into the sugar again?" A new voice asked.

Startled, the blue haired boy looked over to see the rest of the PPB All-starz team before him.

"Oh hello Tyson," Said Emily as she straightened her glasses. Tyson nodded back.

"I didn't get into the sugar!" Max exclaimed huffily. "I'm just excited. Look, I'm taller than Tyson now! See!" Grabbing the bluenette, he pulled him against his side.

"Bid deal, you're still a pipsqueak compared to me," Rick said.

"Hey!"

"Well, to be fair, almost everyone's small compared to you Rick." Emily intervened reasonably. Rick just grunted.

Tyson watched the old team's banter with a bemused smile. Not much had changed. This team would always have rivalries. After a few minutes of silent observing he decided to step in. Michael had added his two cents a while ago, and now him and Rick were exchanging words while their team mates alternated between trying to calm them to adding their own not so helpful comments.

"So," the blue haired boy said. Remarkably, everyone stopped arguing to look over at him. Tyson hid a smile. "You guys are the first one's to get here."

Max grinned cheerfully. "Yup!" Slinging his arm around the now shorter boy's shoulders he said, "I just couldn't wait to see everyone again!"

Tyson shook his head fondly. He had really missed Max. Before he could respond, however, the arrival of more people caught their attention. It looked like some of the other team's had arrived. Looking around, Tyson noted quite a few familiar faces. In fact, way too many familiar faces. The old Bega team was here, not to mention F Dynasty, Barthez Battalion, and the White Tigers. Sighing inwardly, Tyson put on a cheerful face and began to greet his friends.

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Two hours later he was exhausted, (he had a lot of friends) relieved (No one had mentioned his changes) and incredibly grumpy. Sipping on a glass of punch in a secluded corner, Tyson once again scanned the room. It was official. Kai wasn't here. He knew that the Blitzkrieg boys were here; he had seen both Bryan and Spencer and had caught a glimpse of red hair that could only belong to one person. He still had no idea how Tala got his hair to stay like that. But no Kai. It was so incredibly frustrating!

Taking another sip of his drink, he closed his eyes. Usually he would be out there chatting happily with all his friends. Loud and smiling, the center of attention. Part of him still wanted to be, but he also felt slightly uncomfortable. Here with so many people he knew around, it would be so easy to let his guard down. To relax, and just be himself. He couldn't do that. Not yet, maybe never again. It was kind of a depressing thought.

Sighing, he opened his eyes. Then blinked. His world had turned...white? "Huh?" An amused chuckle caused him to look up, right into the electric blue eyes of a certain cyborg. "Tala?" Focusing on his face, Tyson realized how close they were. If he wanted, he could just lean forward and they would probably touch. With a little squeak, he jumped back.

Another amused chuckle. Glaring at the older teen in front of him, Tyson carefully set his drink down and then crossed his arms.

"Tyson." Said the redhead, his voice low and smooth, but with a hint of amusement to it. The younger boy raised a single brow at him.

"What to do you want Tala?"

A smirk crossed that pale face at the tone of the younger bladers voice. Slowly he moved around until he was side by side with the shorter boy, leaning against the wall casually. His cold eyes quickly scanned the room, before coming back to rest on annoyed cinnamon. "Can't I just want to say hello?"

Tyson looked at the blitzkrieg boy suspiciously. It was true that lately Tala had been on their side. The cyborg had actually become an almost friend in a way. However, Tyson was the one who usually sought him out and initiated the conversation. Having the red head do so instead made him rightfully wary. "You never have before." He pointed out.

Another low chuckle. What was wrong with Tala today? He never smiled and laughed this much. (True, they weren't really smiles, more like smirks; and they were chuckles not laughs, but still...) Maybe he was simply in a good mood? Whatever it was, he was acting weird. "True," Tala answered crossing his arms as well and once again scanning the room. "But does that mean I cannot? I thought you said you were my friend?" Icy blue met warm brown as he spoke.

Tyson blinked. There was a weird light in that steel blue gaze but Tyson couldn't pinpoint it. Shrugging it off, Tyson forced himself to relax. "Of course I'm your friend," He said with a mock scowl. Turning so that he faced the older boy, Tyson looked up and smiled. "And I'm always there for my friends."

Tala looked at him in silence for a minute. There, that strange light in his eyes. What was it? But, as before, it was gone before he could get a handle on it. Uncrossing his arms, the older boy straightened, moving away a little from the wall he had been leaning against. "I already knew that Tyson." With that the red head began to walk away.

Okay, that was different. Shaking his head, Tyson watched the red head go. That is until a thought hit him. "Wait, Tala!" The cyborg stopped and turned at the boys shout. Blushing slightly Tyson quickly walked closer to him. "Um, have you seen Kai?" The blue haired boy watched in confusion as his friends eyes seemed to darken. What had he said?

"He's not here." The Russian stated shortly.

Tyson tried not to wilt when he heard this "Oh," he said, voice quiet. Giving Tala a small smile in thanks, he turned to go back to his corner. A hand on his shoulder stopped him. Looking at the hand, he slowly followed it back to it's owner. Questioningly, he met those icy blue eyes.

"He's running late."

"Oh," this time his voice was more normal. He smiled a much bigger smile at the boy than before. "Thanks Tala."

Turning away again, he thought he heard the Russian say, "Anything for you." But when he looked back, the boy was gone. Maybe he had just imagined it. Maybe...

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Kai's POV

(I know some of you are probably thinking: finally! I hadn't planned to have him yet, but he insisted. )

Garnet eyes scanned the crowd in front of him with slight distaste. He wasn't particularly fond of crowds, or most of these people period for that matter. But he was here anyway. The reason: the very thing he was searching the crowd for. Where are you Tyson, I know you're here. In fact he had made sure of this fact, contacting Mr. Dickenson in advance to see if the bluenette had arrived. After all, there was no point in showing up if he was not going to be here. No point at all.

There, a flash of blue near the buffet tables. That had to be him. Moving purposefully through the crowded room, he gracefully sidestepped people, scarf fluttering as he moved. Almost there, another flash of blue. This was taking too long, couldn't people see that he was trying to walk here? And they wondered why he usually stuck to the wall when forced to go to social gatherings.

Success: he was there. Right behind that group of bladers was the person he sought. Finally. Hurriedly stepping around the bladers in his path, he came insight of the blue haired person at the buffet table.

Five Minutes Later

Ming Ming! It wasn't Tyson, it was Ming Ming! That annoying pop idol that shouldn't even be allowed to touch a beyblade! In fact, she shouldn't be allowed to have blue hair either. Not that her hair could even compare to the beautiful midnight colored strands of the world champion.

Clenching his fists in anger, Kai made it to a clear space against a wall. If he didn't find Tyson in the next minute, he was not going to be happy. After he calmed somewhat he took a deep breath and prepared to dive back in to search. A hand on his sleeve stopped him however.

Eyes narrowing, Kai turned to see who dared to not only lay a finger on him, but delay his finding Tyson. Glaring full force with a scathing retort on the tip of his tongue he caught sight of who stopped him; and felt all the anger in him freeze as he gazed into large brown eyes.

TBC

A/N: Wow, this chapter took forever and didn't really do all that much. (Sighs) But it does set up the next chapter, so review if you want to see if Kai notices the changes in Tyson. :) Also, it will only be a few more chapters before things start to get really interesting. In fact, I can't wait and I know what's going to happen! 0.o Okay, I'm strange, but aren't we all? Now review my lovely's! ;P

Wing