Sweet notes: Wow… I wasn’t sure if I actually would get all the reviews… hey, now I KNOW you guys will do it… mwuahhaha. Errr, I mean, enjoy this chapter!

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. Despite the awesome powers of yaoi-ness, which I have witnessed and will one day hopefully wield… I am still flawed.

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~ By Sweetdeily.

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A black eyebrow rose, hands making a sweeping sound.

"Well, I offered a lift."

"Yep. You did."

"Yes. Are you going to take it?"

"Yep. I am."

A long pause in which the black haired genetic sweatdropped.

"Errr… then why aren’t you?"

A slow brush spread across naturally tanned checks. "Because I can’t get up."

"You were shuffling about earlier."

"Yes well… my ankle’s kind of just started throbbing… painfully."

"Brilliant… am I going to have to carry you?"

Tyson sighed, tilting his leg a bit, sharp jolts throbbed up his leg and he grimaced. "I dunno… I think I dislocated it."

"You can’t dislocate your ankle… I think. It must be sprained."

"Well I’ve sprained it then, Mr-I-know-it-all."

"Hey! I didn’t mean to offend you or anything, don’t get all bitchy at me. I didn’t sprain your ankle."

Tyson sniffed and grumbled something, slumping and wincing as he gingerly laid him ankle on the ground.

"Where’s your car, maybe you can help me limp to it."

A giant sweatdrop appeared behind the Asian genetic.

"I didn’t bring a car… I walked."

"Well, it can’t be that far can it?"

"eight miles."

There was a long silence.

"EIGHT FREAKING MILES? ARE YOU INSANE! I COULDN’T WALK THAT FAR EVEN IF I DIDN’T HAVE A SPRAINED ANKLE!" The blue haired pure blood exploded.

Ray winced.

"Tyson don’t-"

"EIGHT MILES!"

"Tyson I ca-"

"I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!"

"Tyson all I have to do is-"

"WHAT ARE YOU? SUPERHUMAN?"

there was silence.

"Sorry." Tyson lowered his head a bit, calmed.

"No… it’s alright." Ray said, eyes shadowed.

"… what I was trying to say Tyson… I can ring my employer… he can send a car."

Tyson’s face lit up. "Why didn’t you tell me that from the start?"

"I tried… you were yelling too loudly for me to get it through to you. its only…"

"Only what?"

"He won’t be happy."

Tyson frowned. "Who cares if he’s happy or not. I’m the one who got tricked into all this!" the blue haired boy grumbled a bit and flicked his bangs. Checking his watch.

"Dragoon? How is the file transfer going?"

Ray came closer, peering at the screen of the watch. "What are you downloading. Who’s Dragoon?"

Tyson’s eyes became hard and he grinned evilly. "It’s a secret. Dragoon, he’s my computer AI."

Ray found that the evil smile was disturbing, very disturbing, but he said nothing and quietly stepped back, pulling a mobile out from his pocket. "Okay, so you name your computer too. Cool." He quickly punched in a few numbers and became quiet.

Tyson slide his eyes upward, watching the facial expressions on Ray’s face. It was as if the boy was almost afraid of the person on the other end. Obviously someone was speaking because after a moment of silence Ray spoke up. "I have him right here… but we need a car sent out."

Tyson reflected on what Ray had revealed to him earlier. The genetic had a direct link with an AI, yet he choose to make the phone call over the phone. Meaning that he obviously didn’t want Tyson to hear what the other person had to say. Or things weren’t as they seemed. It all seemed a bit too nice to the pure human. These people knew Max… but a lot of people knew Max and not all of them were nice. Chewing on that thought Tyson waited for Ray to finish his conversation. The boy was being very careful about how he worded what he was saying, he was talking clearly and slowly, not using any shortened words like ‘isn’t, ain’t, can’t’, making Tyson wonder if the person on the other end spoke English fluently or needed it to be slow. Finally Ray hung up breathing out, he glanced down only to see a very interested Tyson looking back up at him.

"He’s sending a car."

Tyson nodded, hundreds of questions floating around in his head, finally the pure human voiced one of them. "Who is your employer exactly?"

Ray bit his lip nervously. "I don’t think I’m the right person to answer that question."

"Who is the right person then."

"Ka- my employer is. You‘ll meet him soon enough."

Tyson frowned, another question falling out. "Why are you so afraid of him?"

Ray blinked. "I’m not afraid of him… I respect him."

"Why?"

"I can’t tell you that."

"Why?"

"Because it’s personal."

"Is he rich? I mean, he’s ‘sending’ a car out here."

"No he’s not rich, rich, but he has a lot of money, material objects don’t mean much to him… he’s very… personal."

"Why is he very personal?"

"Because he is. Now would you stop asking me all these questions! I’m not the best person to answer them… and the car is here!" The look of relief on Ray’s face did not slip past Tyson and the blue haired boy frowned a bit, annoyed that he would have to wait to ask all his questions.

The door to the car opened and Tyson glanced idly at it, wondering if there was going to be some sort of butler, after all, it fit in. this guy seemed to be like batman…. And batman had invited Tyson over for tea and scones... it was all a bit weird. What met Tyson’s idle glance held his glance, and his breath, and his mouth open, and his brain functions.

Ray looked up. Eyes widening.

"I… I didn’t realise you’d be coming here yourself!"

"From what I heard on the phone, my guest was injured in an accident. I do not think it would be host-like of me to simply send a car and not find out what the problem was."

Beautiful white wings fanned out slightly and Tyson found himself trapped under an icy crimson gaze. Mouth still open in a little ‘o’ of amazement.

"He sprained his ankle and he has a cut on his hand. What happened to him Ray?" The most musical and cold voice Tyson had ever heard asked the genetic.

"It is a long story."

"You will tell me."

"Yes… yes Kai-san" Ray said in defeat.

Kai. Tyson rolled the name around in his head, still not having blinked or breathed out since first laying sight of the man.

Crimson eyes turned from their scrutiny of the genetic to the pure human. "… Mr. Tyson, you may close your mouth and breathe now."

Tyson did neither but he did manage to blink before he passed out.

Was it the lack of oxygen? Delayed blast of pain?

Or sheer and utter shock at seeing his first Moonain? Perhaps no one will ever know.

"Ray… Why did his eyes just roll back in to his head and he slumped?" The ice-cold voice asked in slight confusion.

"He fainted." Ray stated, trying to bite back his laughter at Tyson’s expression before he fainted.

"I realise that. But why?"

Ray coughed. "I haven’t the faintest idea Kai-san."

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.Glossary.

Upper level: The upper level of the world, pretty much a whole bunch of really tall buildings (think 80-200 storeys) with air ways, a place where most of the pure humans live.

Lower level: the real earth, beaches, and parks junk yards. Few pure humans live down here. It is overrun with non-humans.

Pure: otherwise called, ‘pure humans’ these are people with no genetic implants, no biological altering, no technology inside them at all. They are dwindling in numbers.

Genetics: people who were grown in test tubes basically, they vary in design and powers usually better at things then normal humans. Some people are altered after birth to become genetics; they usually live short lives.

Virtual holographs: Pretty much walking ghosts, they have no real substance and are only brainwaves coming from computers.

Cyborg: Most humans are either cyborg or genetic, cyborg being made of various metals, some cyborg never were human to start with, others are altered to a point they no longer are. They are pretty much robots. (Think the Borg… if you watch StarTrek)

Flesh collectors: cyborg made machines. Most cyborg get into fights and have their flesh ripped up, as they are incapable of regrowing this skin, they require new skin. This is what the Flesh collectors do. They find skin. Dead or alive is not important.

Moonain: A mysterious race of humanoid aliens. Said to be an ambassador of these people on earth. They resemble the Human Angel, and it is speculated that they have come to earth many times. They neither confirm nor deny this accusation. They have giant angel wings and are never directly seen unless the Human government has trades with them. They live on the far side of Neptune and refuse to allow a colony of more then four hundred humans to share their side of Neptune. They are incredibly mysterious. Most humans only ever see them once or twice on TV or in books. They seem to enjoy human media and allow any and all kind of writings or movies with their kind in them. They do not appear to have any children in their race, and refuse to explain why. Despite their similar structure to humans they are said to be very different mentally.

Hover board: A floating skateboard.