Dedication: The following Fanfiction is dedicated to White Dragon, for the constant attention to me writing such a fiction…

 

Warnings: AU, the repetitive Bishounen High School scene, crossover madness, Malik/Tyson, Duke/Tyson and implied Yami/Yugi (yes, a Beyblade and yu-Gi-Oh crossover, Goddess help me when I let then talk me into it…), funny, and citrus. Oh and Tyson munchies.

 

Disclaimer: … yes, you should just face it, I know… you want to deny it… but… its true, and you just need to stay calm and understand that. I do not own them, got it?

 

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Sweetdeily Fanfiction Corporation Productions Presents…

 

“Would You Like Tyson With That?”

 

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The way Bishounen High worked was very simple. It had one rule and only one rule.

 

Keep your hands, your sexual urges and everything else inside your pants.

 

Of course, as you can well imagine (and if not you’re limited…) that this one, only, golden, easy to follow rule… was always being broken.

 

Could you blame any of the hot bishounen though? Really? Could you?

 

Tyson Kinomiya was one of those select reasons why nothing ever stayed in it’s pants.

 

Two Bishounen in higher grades than Tyson knew exactly why this was, despite the raven haired boy not even having a clue or a chance to escape.

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The first Monday of the second school term was a nice Monday as Monday’s went. The air was warm, but not smoldering, the fresh scent of daisies and lots of yellow flowers making most early morning risers happy and in good spirits from moment one, as it were. The sun was bright and shiny, as the sun could normally be, the clouds were white and puffy and everything was pretty good.

 

This did not help a certain raven haired young teen as he rolled out of bed.

 

Literally.

 

With a thump Tyson hit the floor and a few moments later was smothered under his blankets, which decided to join him.

 

Uhhnnnnn.” Tyson growled before deciding not to be late… later than he already was for second term of school, a quick check of his watch told him.

 

Grumbling obscenities through his teeth he rolled out from under the blankets and stood, glaring back at the happy sun. “Grrrr.” He said to it.

 

The sun did not give him the dignity of a reply.

 

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Tyson rolled up, actually making it a few minutes before the proverbial late, that is, before the bell.

 

The young teen wore a black tee that hung off of one shoulder and tight blue denims. Across his back a bag was swung, as bags usually were. His unruly black hair pulled back into a causal tail, his favourite hat keeping his bangs off some of his face, allowing him a decent view.

 

What Tyson saw made him stand very still and attempt to master his melt into the wall ‘I am so not here!’ technique. It didn’t work.

 

“Abunai yo!” A familiar cool voice yelled.

 

The warning to look out came too late.

 

“TYSON-KUN!” He was crash tackle-glomped by a multicolor-haired object. Yugi to be exact. “I’m so glad you made it on time!”

 

Behind him an almost identical form, only somewhat… TALLER than the shrimpy glomper nodded a head in greeting.

 

Tyson wheezed, attempting air from his position on the ground. The wheezing didn’t get the air into his lungs, but it did get the message that air was needed in that part of his body. Yugi let go.

 

Tyson sat up and breathed, slowly, not rushing himself and thanking every god who’s name he could pronounce.

 

“Konnichiwa Yugi. Konnichiwa Yami.”

 

“Ohayo Tyson-kun!” The shrimp squealed. Sheer excitement at being back at school. For the second term.

 

Gozaimasu.” Yami finished properly.

 

Tyson didn’t sweatdrop. He was used to Yugi and Yami. They were like peas in a pod. Strangely almost identical peas, but peas none the less. Yes, Tyson was hungry.

 

“So, did you guys have a good holiday?”

 

Yami nodded curtly. “Yugi stayed at my place the whole time.”

 

Tyson laughed as a blush spread across Yugi’s face. “I think that’s enough… oh no.” He let his cheerful expression vanish as a towering black spiky haired figure wearing sunglasses came into view.

 

“Hello Tyson.” A sultry voice purred.

 

Tyson shivered. “…Yami… make the bad guy go awayyy!” Yugi wailed, hugging Tyson possessively, for someone going out with someone else.

 

“Leave Tyson alone.” Yami said to the new arrival.

 

 

~ To be continued… unfortunately…

 

 

Sweet notes: GAG ME WITH A SPOON! ANYTHING!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Light blonde hair and purple eyes)

(black spiky hair and green eyes, wears sunglasses)