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Mission: TyKa!	By : Kali Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4994 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Part One
- 2-Part Two
- 1
- 2
Authoress� Notes: Just
a little something I whipped up last night due to overwhelming and sudden
inspiration by the High Priestesses extraordinaire � Ranma & Glay. @_@
Oh, the sketches� *�ber drools*
May your well of artistic talents/inspirations never run dry. I have got to get me Windows/Office
XP�

Dedications: To
Ranma, because we�ve managed not to kill each other in this near year that
we�ve gotten to know one another, and because you�re always a source of
unending inspiration.

To Glay, because
you�re a TyKa goddess and also an inspiration.
^_^

To
Jen, because you�re always willing to listen, talk, and drool over not only the
TyKa but some other wonderful stuff right along with me, and for expending a
lot of time and energy to help keep the spirit of TyKa growing by working on
OTKH Expanded.

Warnings & Disclaimer: No. I don�t own it. Ra damn it all, anyway.
X_X

Yaoi, lemon, mildly
adult language�extreme fluffiness? *shrugs*

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MISSION: TyKa

Part One

�Hey, Max!�

The blonde Bladebreaker glanced
around, hearing his name called by a familiar voice. �Oh! Hey, Tyson! What�s up?�
He asked when he spotted his best friend jogging toward him down the
street.

Panting a little from the run, Tyson
slowed to a stop next to Max and bent over, hands on his knees while he caught
his breath. �I was just on my way over
to see you, actually. I�had something I
wanted to talk to you about.�

Curious, Max inclined his head. �Yeah?
What about?� He studied the
World champ, noting the colour in his cheeks, the way he didn�t seem to be able
to stand still for very long, how he wouldn�t quite meet Max�s gaze. �You look�I don�t know. Worried about something?�

�Ah�not out here. Can we go back to your place?� Tyson looked around nervously, turning Max
bodily around and gently, but firmly, hustling the blonde back towards his
house.

Max swatted at his hands to get him
to quit pushing him along, but kept walking.
�Okay. But what�s wrong with the
dojo?�

Tyson frowned, his face heating up
slightly even more. �Um�no reason. Just that�there�s too many people around to
interrupt. Like Gramps. Can�t have private conversations with that
nosy old man around anymore.�

�Oh. Sure.� Max supposed he
could understand that. �But what�s so
important that he can�t know about it?�

�I�ll tell you when we get to your
place, Max. I swear. Just keep walking, old buddy.�

Max sweatdropped and kept walking.

They reached his house above the
hobby-shop and Max led Tyson up to his room where he plopped down into his desk
chair, straddling the back and leaning on his arms on the back of the
seat. Tyson sat on Max�s bed
cross-legged and let out a relieved sigh.

�Made it.�

�Okay, bud. What in the world is going on with
you?� Max demanded. �You�re acting awfully strange lately.�

�I know. And I�m sorry, dude.�
Tyson propped his chin on a hand and stared out Max�s window. �I had to sneak out of the house just to come
and find you, though. Gramps isn�t even
home�I kind of lied about him. Sorry.�

�It�s okay, but what�s wrong,
Ty? You�re not your usual self.� Then it dawned on him. �Wait � you wanted to get away from Kai? Why?�
He gave the bluenette a suspicious, exasperated look. �Did you two have another argument?�

�No! No, it�s nothing like that�� Tyson hastily shook his head. �We haven�t fought about anything in a long
time, really��

�Then what?�

Taking a deep breath, Tyson blurted
out the secret he�d been keeping for so long now, it had gotten to be a
festering wound on his heart that hurt � a lot. �I�minlovewithKai.�
His words ran together incoherently, he said them so fast.

�Come again?� Max thought he heard what he did�but had to
ask for confirmation anyway. He had to
be sure he was hearing what he�d suspected for quite some time now.

�I
said�I�m�in love�with�Kai.� The World
champ turned a shade of red that rivaled his jacket. �Oh Gods. There. I said it.�

�It�s about time, too.� Max folded his arms across his chest and
laughed at Tyson�s shocked expression.
�What? You think I didn�t notice
the way you�ve been ogling him over the bey-dish at practice? Or how you�re always right next to him where
ever you go together? Or how you look
like you�re going to cry when you�re looking right at him and you think no one else
is looking at you?�

�Okay, okay. I get the picture.� Tyson collapsed backwards onto his
back. �So you knew. What do I do, Maxie? I can�t tell him. And it�s been really, really hard to stay away from him
lately. He�s just so�so��

Max sighed and gave him a
sympathetic smile. �I know. His presence is hard to ignore. And when you can�t do that, it�s hard to put
him out of your mind for even a second, right?
What makes it worse is that he lives with you and he�s almost
perpetually around you�even when you�re in different parts of the house,
right?�

Tyson sat up. �How�d you get to be so wise?�

Shrugging, Max got up and joined him
on the bed. �It�s not hard to figure
out, Tyson. Common sense. So why can�t you tell him? Are you worried he�ll freak out over you
being gay or something like that?�

�No. I don�t think he has a problem with that kind of thing. He�s pretty open-minded, even if he seems
cold and uncaring most of the time.�

�Why then?�

�I think he�ll freak out if he finds
out I have feelings that way for him.�
Tyson�s smile was wry and slightly self-mocking. �After all, it�s not everyday someone you�re
just getting used to having as a friend tells you he�s in love with you and wants
to get into your pants.�

Max snickered. �No.
You�ve got a point there.�

�What am I gonna do?!� Tyson wailed. �I can�t take much more of this.
And with college starting up soon and having to share a dorm room with
him��

�Oh my�� Max�s blue eyes went
wide. �Those rooms are rather cramped
and close quartered, aren�t they?�

�Exactly.� He sounded so mournful and Max�s heart went out to him.

�We could ask Hilary for help? Being a girl, she should have a really good
idea of what to do.�

That earned him a pained, �What are
you trying to do? Embarrass me to
death?� sort of look. �Are you
kidding?�

�No! I�m serious!� The blonde
waved a finger in the air. �She�s
really good at this stuff. She set up
half the people at the prom didn�t she?
Most of those couples are still together, too.� He grabbed Tyson�s hand and hauled him up,
dragging him toward the door. �Come
on!�

�I�m going to die. I am going to die�� Tyson muttered over and
over as he was pulled out the hobby-shop and down the street toward Hilary�s
house.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

�Muahahaha!� Evil laughter filled the room and Tyson had
the urge to hide behind Max. �So the
great World champion has come crawling to little ole me for love advice?� Hilary planted her hands on her hips and got
this absolutely frightening glint in her honey brown eyes. �Well, boys, you�ve come to the right
person. I won�t steer you wrong! When it comes to the heart, Hilary is Goddess
of Love!�

Tyson�s left eye began to
twitch. �I�am going to kill you,
Mizuhara Max.�

Max laughed nervously and shied away
from the dark cloud hovering over his friend�s head.

�Well!� Hilary let them into her room and closed the door, and they all
took a seat on a beanbag chair on the floor.
�What sort of advice do you need, Tyson? And who are we trying to get you set up with?�

�Uh�� He turned flushed. �Do I have to tell you? I mean�no offence, Hil, but I just managed
to work up the courage to tell Max.�

She smiled at him. �If you want my help, Tyson, I have to know
who it is so I can make the best strategy possible. Don�t you like to know your opponents when you�re going into a
beybattle? Same thing, really.�

�I guess so.� He didn�t really see the similarities, but
apparently she did.

�Just tell her, Tyson.� Max encouraged. �It won�t be so bad. And
Hilary can keep a secret. Can�t
you?� He gave her a warning, hard look. She just grinned back and nodded.

�Of course I can! Matchmaker-client confidentiality
guaranteed.� The brunette held up her
hand in a boy-scout sign, the other over her heart. �I swear.�

�Kai.� Was all Tyson said.

She blinked at him. �Pardon?�

�Kai.�

�Are you serious? You have a thing for the ice-man?� Now she was beaming. �OH MY GOD!�

�Hilary! Keep it down!� Tyson
shushed her, glaring in embarrassment.
�Geez! Yes, alright? Now can you help me out, or not?�

�Well�that depends. What do you want? To tell him? Or ask him
out? Or both?�

Tyson stared down at his sock feet
and stayed silent. He didn�t really
know WHAT he wanted to do.

�He isn�t ready to tell Kai just
yet.� Max spoke up for him, seeing that
his best friend was at a loss for words.
�But he�s finding it hard to hide his feelings so he needs a way to cope
with it, what with college starting soon��

�Ah�� Hilary nodded wisely with
understanding. �I see. Well, what you need is some way to
�tell� Kai without him actually knowing about it.�

�Huh?� Tyson looked up, confused.
�What do you mean?�

�I mean, Tyson, that you should
start a journal. Or write a
story.� Both boys could almost see the
light-bulb go off over her head.
�That�s it! Here�let me show you
something.� She got up and went to her
desk, grabbing her laptop computer and bringing it over to them. She flipped it open and turned it on,
waiting for it to boot up. �See, here�s
my idea. You need an outlet for your
feelings, right? Well, why don�t you
write out stories about how you would tell Kai you like him, or whatever you
like, whenever you need to, and then post them on the Internet anonymously?�

Tyson blinked, mulling that idea
over. Max raised an eyebrow and leaned
over to look at her screen. �What are
you showing us?�

�This.� She clicked on a link and turned the laptop so they could all see
the screen at once. �See? It�s a site where people post their works of
fiction. Some of it is totally made up,
but some of it is called �fanfiction,� and it�s stories people write about
their favorite shows on TV, or celebrities, for example. And it�s completely anonymous, too!� She clicked on another link, giggling. �I�ve read some really cool stuff on
here. And when I was exploring not long
ago, I found this��

� �Fanfic section� � �Sports &
Recreation� � �Beyblading� �holy crap!�
Max read along with each link Hilary clicked on, ending with an exclamation
of disbelief and reluctant laughter.
�Look at that! There�s
fanfiction about us! The
Bladebreakers!!� He began laughing his
head off, clutching his stomach.

Tyson�s eyebrows shot up at some of
the story descriptions. �Looks like a
lot of people have already paired us up�� he mused, quietly. Hilary laid her hand on his shoulder,
patting lightly.

�Yep. So if you�re at all worried about how people would react, you can
see there are people who don�t care about that sort of thing. Heck, they�d be HAPPY about it.�

�I don�t care what anyone else
thinks, really.� Tyson shook his
head. �Just what Kai will think��

�Maybe. But does that help at all?�
She asked, closing her computer again.

�Yeah.� He thought about it for a moment. �Yeah, I think it just might.
For a while, anyway. Until I
really am ready to tell him about it.�
Tyson gave her a small smile.
�Thanks, Hilary. I�ll give it a
try.�

�Great!� She grinned. �I don�t
suppose you�ll let me know what your penname will be so I can read it when you
post?�

�Not in this or any other lifetime,
Hil.�

�Damn.�

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two
days later, someone else showed up on Hilary�s doorstep seeking advice. And while on one hand she wasn�t totally surprised
to see him, on the other she was more than a little shocked when she opened the
door and found a slightly blushing Kai with his fist raised to knock on the
door again.

�Kai!�

�Hello. Uh�can I come in?�

She shook herself out of her
surprise and stood aside. �Of course.�

�Thanks.�

Hilary took him to the living room,
since her parents were both at work that day and no one was home, gesturing for
Kai to have a seat.

�So�� She said slowly, not sure
exactly how to start of the conversation and not be rude about it.

�You�re wondering what I�m doing
here.� He stated, glancing at her
briefly, then looking at a spot on the coffee table, fixing his crimson eyes on
it.

�Well�yeah, actually. You�re not someone I expect to come over and
visit, you know. Even if we are
friends.� She told him honestly. �Did you need some help with something?�

Kai shifted uncomfortably. �You could say that.� He refused to look at her now, and she
noticed it.

�Okay�well, whatever it is, I�ll do
my best. The easiest way would be to
just tell me.�

He gave a decisive nod and said
flatly, �I need to get Tyson out of my head.�

That was a bit of a shocker. �Um�I�m not quite sure I follow��

Struggling to find a way to explain
that wasn�t embarrassing, and not finding one, Kai swallowed his
pride. �I mean I like
Tyson. More than�anything. And I need a way to keep from dragging him
to a closet and��

Hilary blushed, giggling a
little. Kai gave her a glare and she
swallowed back her laughter. �I�m
sorry, Kai! I�m not laughing at your
predicament! Just the idea of you
making out with Tyson in a closet is funny, that�s all.�

�Hn.�

�I�ll be serious, now. Let me think for a moment.� She pretended to be trying to think up
something profound, when she was really doing mental happy-dances and screaming
in excitement in the silence of her mind.
So Kai did feel the same for Tyson as the bluenette did for
him! This was just perfect! And�
Hilary had a perfectly wicked idea.
I can play matchmaker for real and set these two up so they�ll
eventually find out how they feel for each other! I�m so good.

Kai
watched her closely, not entirely liking the way her eyes were gleaming with
glee. �What are you up to, Hilary?�

She gave him a completely innocent
look. �What do you mean? Listen, Kai, I think I have an idea. Do you keep a journal?�

�Do I look like I would?�

�I�ll take that as a no. Hold on one minute. I�ll be right back.� She got up and went to her room to get her
laptop, grinning widely all the way and rubbing her hands together at the new
prospects.

When Hilary returned, she sat next
to Kai on the couch and showed him her screen, her browser opened to the
fiction site she�d showed Tyson and Max.
�Take a look at this, Kai.�

�It�s a fiction site.� He raised an eyebrow. �What�s this got to do with my�problem?�

�Well, here�s the thing: why don�t
you try writing your feelings out in a story of some kind? You know, like these fanfics.� Hilary showed him the section with the
fanfics about the Bladebreakers and many other famous beyblading teams. �Then you could post it on here and get
feedback from people. It�s totally
anonymous, so no one would even know it�s you � the real Kai
Hiwatari. And that way you�d not only
get some of your emotions off your chest, but maybe work up the courage to tell
Tyson how much you really care for him?�

Kai
was silent for a few minutes, staring at the screen as he thought seriously
about what she was saying. It did have
its merits, he supposed. And if know
one would even know it was him writing things�

�Kai?� Hilary inquired tentatively, when he didn�t say anything or even
blink for an impossibly long time.
�What do you think?�

�Thanks, Hilary.� Kai gave her his gratitude, feeling a little
bit relieved all of a sudden. �I think
I might try it�although, I�m not sure if I can write anything like that.� He pointed at the screen, blushing quite a
bit.

Looking
at it, Hilary�s eyes widened and she laughed, turning a little pink
herself. �Well, you don�t have to write
THAT sort of fic, Kai. Though I think
you probably could � and quite well, I�d bet � if you tried. You�re a very articulate person when you
actually speak.�

He gave her a mildly amused
expression and stood up. �I appreciate
your help, Hilary.�

�Anytime, my friend. If it doesn�t work out, let me know and I�ll
think up something else, alright?�

Kai nodded once and Hilary let him
out the front door, waving goodbye and wondering if she�d be able to contain
her excitement on this new mission she had, which she would officially dub
�Mission: TyKa� in her journal where she kept track of her matchmaking
attempts.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And so, completely unbeknownst to
one another, both Tyson and Kai spent the next week or so writing down what they
would say, how they would say it, where they imagined they would be when saying
it, etc, etc, in a short story, working in their spare time when they were
alone in their rooms. And each found
that it seemed to just�flow out of them with surprising ease.

When they finished their works, the
teens went to the site that Hilary had shown them and opened accounts, getting
ready to post their fiction.

For Kai, it was a no-brainer what
penname he would choose. Heck, he could
put his OWN name and no one would ever know it was the real him, seeing as how
there were several other people who were using his name already as their
own pennames. But, wanting to be
somewhat creative and different from the masses, he chose �Inferno� as his and
proceeded to post his fic.

Tyson, on the other hand, sat for
nearly an hour trying to come up with something that wasn�t completely obvious,
and because he was noticing that his name was getting used for that purpose
just as Kai�s was (not to mention the rest of their teammates� names). Then, on a flash of inspiration, the World
champ came up with �Storm Chaos�. (1) Smiling to himself, he posted his fic.

�There. That�s done.� He studied
the screen with no small amount of satisfaction and a little bit of pride. He�d actually done it. Out of curiosity, he decided to read a few
of these other fics and see what other people were writing about his team�s
lives.

Checking
the �new� section for starters, he found one that was � not surprisingly �
about himself and Kai. �Hmm�it sounds
kind of interesting.� He decided,
clicking on the link and settling down to read.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile,
in Kai�s room across the hall from Tyson�s, the dual-haired captain was lying
on his stomach on his bed, laptop open in front of himself, perusing the fics
just as his crush was � even in the same section as Tyson. Finding one about himself and Tyson � and
taking note of the summary � he couldn�t help clicking on the link and
wondering just what people would believe they�re union would be like.

He
read through it, finding himself addicted almost immediately and reluctantly
admitting to himself that his attention had truly been caught by this
story. And then he had to admit more
than just his attention had been caught.
Kai ran a hand through his dual-shaded hair, heaving a sigh as he
clicked on a little button that said �review� at the end of the story.

�Not
bad. You kept me reading through the
whole thing, which is no easy feat, let me tell you. I think you have a pretty good grasp on the characters.� Here he had to stop himself from putting �on
us� instead. �Write more.� And he added his penname to finish it off
before clicking the �send� button.

Yawning
a little, since it was getting late, Kai closed his laptop and put it away,
crawling into bed and shutting off the light.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When
Tyson was finished reading, a little amazed and blushing wildly, he did the
polite thing (even though he truly wanted to anyway) and reviewed the story
for the author, who called him/herself Inferno.

�This
fic was amazing!� He typed. �It was so sweet and even romantic. I thought you really had the characters
personalities down, too. I hope you
write more� It gave me a little bit of
hope for my own situation. Thanks for
the inspiration!� And then he
signed it with his penname, clicking the �send� button.

Feeling
much more upbeat for some reason, Tyson shut down his computer and got ready
for bed quickly, hoping that tonight he would dream happy dreams of Kai.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The
next day, the team had a fairly intensive training session, getting ready for
an upcoming exhibition tournament.
Hilary, sitting next to Kenny as he observed and recorded each match,
adjusting stats and making suggestions every now and then, could barely sit
still as her eyes flicked back and forth between Kai and Tyson all day,
watching them for any signs that they had done what she�d suggested.

Max, who had also been
keeping an eye on his teammates undercover � but doing a better job at it than
Hilary was � also noticed how Hilary was practically bouncing in her seat with
barely leashed excitement. Fearing an
outburst, he made sure to pull her aside for a chat during one of their breaks.

�What
is up with you? You�re all excited
about something.�

�Ohhhhh! Max, you won�t believe it! Well, you probably will, but��

�Hilary,
just spit it out, would you?�

�Kai
came to see me yesterday.� She clasped
her hands together in front of herself and shook them like she�d just won a
medal.

�And�?� Max didn�t get it.

�And
he had the same problem Tyson did!� The
brunette said lowly, in an overstated conspiratorial whisper, leaning in close
to him.

�You�re
kidding!� Max exclaimed, keeping his
voice down. �No way!�

�Yes
way! He wanted to �get Tyson out of his
head� as he put it.� She giggled
gleefully. �I told him to do the same
thing I told Tyson to do. He thanked
me, and left, and I�m really hoping he�s tried it!�

Max
grinned at her and impulsively hugged her hard. �Great job, Hil! Maybe
we�ll see some progress soon from them.
Both of them are so distracted today, too. Did you notice?�

�Yeah,
I did.� She nodded. �I think Kenny�s getting a little annoyed
with it, too. He keeps threatening to
make them run laps for an hour around the track at the high school if they
don�t start paying attention.�

�Heh. Well, we�d better get back ourselves, or
we�ll be running right along side them.�
Max led her back to the group.

Things
continued along well. Training was
over, and the team split up to go their separate ways for the day.

Once
home again, however, things didn�t quite last.
The peaceful streak that Tyson and Kai had been having abruptly ended
with an argument over chores. It was
senseless, and a little stupid, but it happened.

Angrily,
Tyson threw his hands up in the air and stomped off to his room, slamming the
door. Kai didn�t stomp, nor did he slam
any doors, but he did disappear into his own room, a dark cloud of annoyed
anger following him.

As
stupid fights between friends sometimes go, neither would speak to the other
for almost three days. During that
time, while missing each other immensely (and in no way admitting it � even to
themselves), they worked on new stories.
They also checked up on their first works to see how they were received
among the other writers on the site.

Reading
through the reviews he�d gotten quickly, Tyson huffed. It was all pretty much the same, short
thing: �Great job! Please write
more!� There was one, however, that
caught his eye. It was from that author
that he had read and reviewed for.

�Wow. I guess at least someone had
something constructive to say.� Tyson
said to himself. �I should email
him/her a thank you.� So he did just
that. Then he left his computer to sit
on his bed and pull his blade apart to clean and polish it up for Dragoon.

Across
the hall, Kai was just reading Tyson�s review as well. �Romantic?
I came off as romantic? Geez�� The captain rolled his eyes and blinked when
his email suddenly pinged, signalling new mail. Opening it, his eyes widened when he saw it was from that same
writer.

�Thanks
so much for your review. It was the
only one that was really constructive, and I appreciate that a lot. I didn�t really think I could ever write
something that someone would even bother to read, but I guess that�s not
entirely true, is it? LOL By the way, I really liked your story,
too. I hope you will write more. As I said in my own review, it gave me a
little hope for my own situation. You
write as if you�re in a similar one to me.
I wish you lots of luck with that, if you are, and luck with any future
writing you might do. Thanks again,
Storm Chaos.�

Kai
found himself a little touched. And a
little spooked. �Was it that obvious
that I was writing about myself? I hope
not. Maybe this guy/girl is just really
perceptive.� Shrugging it off, he typed
out a quick response and went about posting his new little story he�d just
whipped up, purging his mad into fiction instead of taking it out on some
undeserving person. Or even a deserving
one like Tyson.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tyson
looked up from his attack ring when his computer dinged and a window popped up
on his screen, signalling email. He set
his equipment aside and went over, taking a seat. �Let�s see�whoa. They
replied! And so fast, too��

�You�re
welcome. And thank you, too, for
reviewing for me. I have to admit I
didn�t really think that I could write anything interesting, but like you
said, apparently I can. I didn�t think
anyone would pick up on the fact that it was based somewhat on my own life, and
give you kudos for being perceptive.

�By
the way, are you a guy or a girl? From
your name and your profile I can�t tell.
I�m a guy, in case you were having the same difficulties. Anyway, I hope to see more of your work as
well, and I promise I will be writing more.
It seems to be working for me, so I�ll keep it up for now. Yrs, Inferno.�

Tyson
smiled and saved the email for later, intending to respond tomorrow. For some odd reason he was feeling a little
lighter and calmer now. Maybe he ought
to go apologize to Kai�

Getting
up and walking to his bedroom door, Tyson became very determined to be the
mature one and make up with Kai.

Besides,
he didn�t want the guy of his dreams to be angry with him any more than he
wanted to be angry with his captain. He
hated fighting with his friends. He
especially hated fighting with people who he considered more than friends, like
Gramps, his team, and�Kai.

Standing
in front of Kai�s door, he raised his fist and knocked lightly, taking a deep
breath and letting it out slowly as he waited for a reply.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Authoress� Notes: (1) Yes, I used my old ff.net
name. Why waste a good thing? ^_^;;
*winces & holds up hands in defence* Sorry, Ranma! But I just couldn�t stop myself!
After heavy editing (until nearly 4 am, I might add), I managed to
whittle it down to around 4,600 words�and I haven�t even finished it yet! Oh well�I�ll just have to write the rest of
it tomorrow. Oh wait, that would be
today. ^_^;; Time gets so confusing sometimes. Please R/R!
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Mission: TyKa!