Sweet notes: Maybe losing isn’t as bad as it could be. What’s to complain about really? So… what if he could beat the other boy… what would he choose?

Warnings: Yaoi, shounen-ai, Kai x Tyson. A bit of humour. Very, very PWP. Lemon. A tad psychological… but think about it, if I can read it and comprehend it… how much trouble do you expect? Also AU.

Disclaimer: I don’t own those hot bishies from Beyblades. We all know the circumstances if I did… castle, harem, world domination… so we’re going to understand that they’re not mine… no I do not take sacrifices. ~.^

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~ By Sweetdeily.

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Lost.

That’s how his mind felt, soft ebb and flow of radiance from the angel of lust above him clouding everything.

What was losing? What was life? Was this his expectation… was this his greatest achievement?

Was he meant to feel hollow? A soft hollowness, that meant everything and nothing. It could not be a good sign.

A victory? A good report from school.

A badge.

A medal.

Did he deserve them?

When he was so weak.

So easily taken.

So easy for him to lose.

Could he win?

Had he ever beat anyone?

Yes… he had. But they were not important.

To him at least.

… But then, what was important?

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What do I want?

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They referred to Tyson as an innocent, pure young boy. They sheltered him from existence itself. He was home schooled. His skin was soft, naturally tanned. His eyes were blue with tinges of dark grey. His hair was navy blue. They idolised him.

Yet he never did anything to make them do this. Simply, they loved him for every inch of his being.

They would not let him see the world.

Safe. They wanted to keep him safe, in safety from the lower world.

You see, it had been years since the 21^st century, Tyson was human… perhaps this is to what the people around him clang to so much. Very few living creatures were pure human. So many cyborgs, genetics, virtual holographs. The earth was practically overflowing. Mars was rich with colonies, as were several other planets. Biological air generators had been installed all over the place.

But earth? Earth was pretty much divided up into two sections. The lower part was the natural earth. The parks, the beaches, snow. However the dwindling amount of humanity on earth was located on the upper level. The humans who were ‘not’ quite as pure.

Ever so slowly the rest of the humanity… located in the upper levels, almost above the atmosphere, were losing their bodies to the power of machines.

But not Tyson.

He was born a healthy, happy baby. No physical problems. It was considered almost a miracle considering the dwindling amount of healthy humans being born at the time. So hundreds flocked around him, would practically worship him.

As they had done his whole life.

Tyson was contained… restrained. Never allowed to make friends, or touch anyone properly for fear that his humanity, his flesh would be soiled, or stripped away.

It was like seeing the world through a veil. All he had was his computer. On that, he was allowed to do anything.

To keep him happy and ultimately healthy his parents kept his computer state of the art, upgrading, buying new modems, hard drives. Putting him into tutorial programs until he knew enough about computers to hack into the world systems… of course, they did not precede this information on his abilities. Which may have been where the story all started.

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"Login data files."

"Data files logged in."

"Transfer information. Secure information transfer system engage."

"Transfer in progress. Security systems engaged. Receiving message from username: Angel."

"Open message."

"Opening message. Text only."

A tanned hand moved, kicking down on the pad to open the message.

 "Reply to message."

"Opening message reply. Loaded. Voice mail or text mail?"

"Voice mail. To Angel."

"Sender?"

"Miracle."

"Message?"

"See you in half an hour."

"Message confirmation."

Text appeared on the screen, short and sweet.

"Confirmed. Send reply."

"…" A soft beep.

"Reply sent."

"Delete original message. Close all programs except file transfer; continue file transfer. Show status of operations as busy. Set wrist alarm for three hours."

"Commands accepted."

A broad grin spread across tanned cheeks. "Alright."

"Miracle?"

Blue hair fell to one side as the boy, probably no older then 16 cocked his head to the side, chair half turned to stand up.

"Yes Dragoon?"

"Data files suggest you should change clothing if you are going to the lower levels."

"Would that be your version of saying ‘Tyson, get some different clothing on so you don’t get caught and piss your parent’s off again so they send you to your grandpa’s house for more discipline?’ Dragoon?"

"Yes."

"Ahh, smart computer."

"Thank you, Miracle."

"No problem man."

The chair spun all the way around and a dark blue haired boy stood up. His skin was perfectly tanned, naturally, his hair was long, reaching his upper back, and his face was all soft and smooth, cherub with a large smile. The kind of innocence that only comes from a lifetime of being unique. A hard determination set into his expressive eyes and a tint of adventure. This was a boy who would have fun… no matter what life threw in his face.

Tyson stood, white clothing hanging loosely off his muscles. The computer was right. He would have to change. He couldn’t risk another trip to his grandfather’s house. It was bad enough having punishment, but he couldn’t understand the old man in the first place. It was like listening to someone who spoke in riddles, without the logic part.

Drifting over the to closet the pure human boy tapped a few buttons on the controls of the closet. With a swish the closet opened, showing several rows of white clothing, a tanned hand reached inside the door, and pressed a small button completely hidden from view. The whole inside closet twisted, moving soundless in a twist before coming around with the opposite side. Stripping himself of his clothing the boy slowly revealed his smooth boy, soft with the marks of someone who would have sculptured muscles when he grew older his skin was flawless.

Stepping out of the white clothing Tyson pulled out a pair of baggy blue quarter length pants. Next he adorned blue and white shirt, finishing off with a baseball cap. The effect was instantaneous and astounding. From the soft treasured pure humane boy he was to outsiders, to a lower level child. He picked up a pair of fingerless gloves, hiding the most important part of his hands… his palms.

Grabbing a long board, about half a metre in length and 20 inches across with foot holders and straps. He flicked a switch and hopped on, strapping his feet down and testing the security a few times. Knees bending he moved toward the computer, typing in a few commands. The board hovering silently under his feet. Seconds later a perfect image of himself, in white clothing, was seated in his chair.

He moved the board again, sailing back over to pick up a wallet from a dressing table and a packet of chewing gum. Popping a chewy in he bent his legs and zoomed toward the window. One finger holding a button on his watch down as he got within reach. The window phased out as he went through, pulling his finger back the window phased to life again… no longer holding its occupants.

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The lower level park under the Japanese upper level was a normally dark path, but this evening it was darker then normal. Or perhaps it was just the mood Tyson was in. It was normally easy to change Tyson’s moods but Tyson felt bad about the current day.

The hover board slowed to a stop and Tyson jumped off after detaching his feet, the blue haired boy looked around, shivering slightly, the lower levels were always so cold. Hearing a scraping sound Tyson turned around, a big smile on his face.

The smile slowly died when he caught sight of what was behind him.

~ To be continued…

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