Author's Notes: Wow yeah, why do I have so many fics on my computer written and nothing new posted? I shall rectify this! My love for Tyson and Kai burns stronger than ever!!

Too Much Tyson to Handle

It was hot. Way too hot.

Bay City had had some amazing summers in the past years. But the sweltering heat had never seemed THIS bad.

Tyson weakly plucked at the collar of his thin grey t-shirt. Even decked out in his most worn down threadbare summer shorts did nothing against the stick of sweat on his skin.

Maybe it was just because he was bored. Yup. Totally and utterly bored, just sitting around in the dojo. It had been that way for at least two weeks and Tyson had two MORE weeks of this to look forward to.

He sighed and flopped backwards on his bed. The little breeze satisfying only for a moment before the heat of the mattress made him sit up again. It was too hot to go outside, but too hot to stay in one place!

The BBA was being rebuilt and the rest of the gang had gone back to their previous world championship teams to tie up loose ends, OR sign new contracts… Tyson frowned and punched his pillow. Max and Ray were going to go back to the PPB All Stars and White Tiger X, he could feel it. It was obvious. They'd both wanted the finals so badly it was certain they'd try again.

Yeah okay, Kenny and Hilary were around as usual. But they were using this break in Beyblading to take a break of their own. Even Daichi had gone back to his mother to boast about how he was the new world champ, most likely.

One whole month on his own.

Tyson grimaced and buried his head in a pillow. The sweat from his brow made the linen and his hair stick uncomfortably. He rarely spent time in his own bedroom, his Gramps always had a chore for him to evade around the dojo. However, old Gramps was helping out Mr. D big time with the rebuilding of the BBA.

He didn't like to think about it, but with everyone ELSE gone, Tyson's mind automatically went to the problem named Kai.

He was in RUSSIA.

Tyson ground his teeth and resisted the urge to bite his pillow. Surely Kai wouldn't sign back on with Tala's team. They'd been through this. Tyson finally understood now. Kai wanted HIM.

To beybattle, that is.

He rolled over and blew out his breath. The pony-haired teen could feel dampness between his lower back and the mattress build the longer he stared angrily at the ceiling fan.

Kai would know better. He wasn't stupid that was for sure. Tyson had TOLD him that they would beybattle whenever, wherever Kai needed. It was a promise he'd made.

But he didn't think he could take being abandoned by his friends again. Beyblading just wasn't the same without them by his side. Sure, he'd won the last world championship, but not without a price. Never before had he ever felt more alone and stressed. At least Ray and Max could still be friendly when on a separate team. Tyson knew when Kai wasn't beside him, he could never feel totally at ease. And he KNEW Kai didn't even like the Blitzkrieg boys, at least, they weren't nearly as close as he and Kai were…

What was the point of promising Kai pretty much everything the holder of Dranzer could ever ask for when Tyson couldn't even get what HE wanted?

He groaned and kicked off his socks. Damn it was hot. Well, at least they'd all be back to the BBA to help with training soon.

But for now, Tyson was well and truly alone. And he hated entertaining himself.

"Hey T-man, I'm pooped. Before ya turn in, take the garbage out, alright?"

Tyson grumbled but didn't object as the old man left the table after dinner to hit the hay. If yesterday had been hot, today was even worse! Just the thought of moving made the blader groan. He went around and scraped the broccoli off his plate into the kitchen garbage can and then grabbed the bag to collect the rubbish out of the other rooms.

He was just putting a dustbin back under his desk when a cardboard box caught his eye. Pulling it out, he realized it was filled with CDs or something.

"What the…Oh!" Tyson picked up one disk and grinned in recognition. So that's where all those copies of Kenny's battle videos had gone. He dropped the CD back into the box and dragged it into the light.

There were like, billions of disks in here!!

Tyson tried to remember the last time he'd ever popped one of these in. He scratched his head through his baseball cap. Now that he thought about it, he'd NEVER re-watched what Kenny had captured with Dizzy over the years. The Chief ALWAYS had that video camera going. Man. Tyson stared at the contents warily. Probably all of his highs and lows were in this box. The press could have a field day if they ever got a hand on these babies!

He hauled the box up onto his desk and dusted off his computer. Tyson had always counted on Kenny during his matches to analyze what was happening and help him improve, and he didn't have any real interest in trying to analyze for himself – that would just hurt his head. And it was still waaay too hot for that much thinking! But that didn't mean it couldn't be fun to relive some of the times he'd spent with the guys.

Tyson's mouth quipped up into a smirk when he came across a CD labeled "2003 WC EM V – Mariah." He remembered hearing about this, vaguely, and if Kenny's short-hand was what he thought, this was the video proof of the time Mariah beat BOTH Max and Ray in a free for all battle at the Championships.

He laughed to himself, it would be fun to be able to retell some details of the match when his friends came back and watch them squirm!

It took him a few minutes to figure out how to play the disks on his slightly out of date desktop. There was some stupid file thing called a "codec" or something that he needed to download. FINALLY getting them to work, he popped in the disk and watched with a grin plastered on his face as Kenny's camera seemed a little too preoccupied with zooming in on Mariah's butt than on Max or Ray. Priceless.

He dug around in the box and found some real oldies back from when they'd faced the Majestics.

And so for the next few nights, Tyson had found a way to amuse himself.

Tyson's existence rapidly became centered on the box.

In a weird, perverse way, he finally got why Kenny could stay glued to his computer and not become bored with it, even after all these years. Just watching these videos was eating up his time in the most delicious way – it was kind of addicting! Each new vid file offered a new look into events he'd either not been present for or just too busy living the moment to pay attention to those around him. Tyson'd noticed more things about his friends from watching them on the screen than in real life. It was pretty cool.

To aid his efforts, he'd even lugged the heavy individual A/C unit they usually stored away straight into his room. It was way too expensive to condition the whole house and dojo, what with it being just him and gramps.

The artificial breeze cooled Tyson's sweat enough so that he didn't feel like he was a turkey being basted.

Another sweat soaked t-shirt fluttered to the ground somewhere in between his desk and the bed in a tangle of cloth and computer cords. Even with the AC the computer gave off an impressive heat.

Tyson lazily flicked a fingertip along his bare chest.

This was the reason he wasn't about to hang around with Gramps and Mr. D.

Along his tanned skin were the very faint outlines of three long slashes. His fight with Brooklyn had been tough, definitely. But he knew both Gramps and Mr. D. thought it had affected Tyson in other ways and they'd always be watching him out of the corner of their eyes with a gleam of worry. Gramps he could understand, but the Chairman had a really bad habit of babying them, Tyson thought disagreeably. Hopefully the marks would fade a bit more.

"Kai…" Tyson wondered aloud, out of no where. He traced another scar. Did Kai's scars fade too?

Tyson immediately looked guiltily to the pile of CDs in the box he'd set aside on purpose. He'd never actually watched any matches involving Kai when he'd gone and defected to different teams. Back way when it'd actually been happening, Tyson would try and ignore Kai. By the time he'd gone to BEGA, Kenny had been really good at not mentioning or running videos of Kai's exploits.

Maybe he should watch them.

Tyson laughed a little to cover the unnecessary bubble of feelings that floated up. "Ok…" He picked up a CD and half-heartedly plunked it into the tray. "And along came Captain Kai!" He announced and clicked play before he could talk himself out of it.

He watched as Kai slaughtered some random kids' blades in qualifying matches. Wow Kai, vicious much? The dual haired blader looked bored or displeased for almost all of the videos. Sometimes he looked kind of crazy, but Kai was always messed up when it came to coming out on top.

Tyson smiled. Same old Kai.

A video came up with Kai's face being trained on by the camera and then there was a commotion in the background sound of the file. The camera caught the image of Tyson baring his teeth and glaring over the railing for a split second before it snapped back to a group shot of the Blitzkrieg boys.

Tyson paused the film, his heart doing a funny dance inside his chest like a trapped bird. He felt… angry. Or sad. Shocked.

He played it again and this time listened to the sound more intently.

"Kai, how could you DO this…I wanted--" Tyson on the screen growled overtop Kenny's overly enthusiastic yelp.

He paused the player on Kai's reaction. Nothing. He looked as bored as ever.

Tyson grimaced. He still felt the betrayal, but he couldn't remember what he'd wanted most at that moment.

He clicked the mouse a little harder than necessary on the next file.

A few more typical battles followed and Tyson calmed down somewhat until he hit upon a CD that had a weird video that he definitely didn't remember anything about. His brother was glaring at Kai now, who glared back and—Tyson's eyes widened in shock—Dranzer was shot directly at Hiro's face. There was another video after that, with weird interference, like Kenny was holding Dizzy and walking down a corridor. He could only see Hiro and Hilary's backs. They stopped abruptly like someone was in front of them.

"Tyson's not here." Hiro said. The pony-tailed blader's hand twitched on the mouse.

Kai's voice was low and angry in the background feed. "Then tell me where he is."

"Why would I do something like that?" Tyson knew that tone, his brother was smirking for all he was worth. The older Granger had always been into teasing.

"I. Want. Tyson." The words were quiet and full of rage, and then the camera caught a sliver of Kai between Hiro and Hilary. Kenny must've been hiding in the back, good plan. Kai sounded nasty.

Kai sounded…

The long haired teen clicked back and listened to it again, closing his eyes.

"I. Want. Tyson."

Tyson bit his lip.

"Well, he's not yours." Hiro sounded pissed. "Now excuse us."

The video cam swung back to see Kai in the hallway, daggers flying at them. "You don't know about anything between us--" The file cut off there.

A bead of sweat ran down the side of Tyson's nose and burned his slightly chapped lip. He licked at it and squeezed his eyes shut, shaking the bangs out of his face to no avail.

The heel of his palm was slowly kneading the front of his boxer shorts. It was only when Tyson bit his salty lip and slipped his hand under the waistband that he looked down and realized how aroused he was.

"What??..." Tyson gasped and immediately felt embarrassed. Quick as lightning the media player was closed and he almost fell out of the computer chair rushing to pull on the first pair of pants he could find.

There. Feeling more decent, the embarrassment faded somewhat but he couldn't squash the faint thrum of excitement still making his heart race. He couldn't believe it.

"Why…" He swallowed around a sudden dryness in his throat. "Why was I doing THAT?" Tyson flushed, grabbed up a random t-shirt on the ground and fled the scene of the crime.

A few days later, Tyson went back to the box.

It wasn't his fault! First of all, there really WAS nothing to do. It just so happened that a good time to Tyson consisted of Beyblade, and all types of Beyblading venues were closed due to the restoration of the BBA.

Yeah, he knew that already. The world champ twisted up his mouth in distaste at his… newer problem. Sure, he'd hit puberty a WHILE ago, but he'd never really felt the need to… well.

He tried to tell himself it was because of the boredom, the heat, the thrill of sports!! Anything to deviate from the place his mind would immediately go if he let it wander.

It definitely WASN'T because of the box. DEFINITELY not because of the videos he'd been watching, and NOT NOT NOT because of KAI.

The name churned all sorts of things around in Tyson that should have really stayed in their rightful places so he wouldn't feel all…

"AUGHHH!" Tyson yelled and kicked the stupid box away from himself, horrified that his hand had been rapidly flipping through the CD cases in search of a label with "V- Kai" on it.

He pointedly ignored the box and flopped onto his bed, his feet at the head of the bed. He hung off the edge of the foot of bed, where his beyblade dish was installed. There were pieces of random practice blades that had broken when tested against Dragoon late at night when he needed to let it rip.

He pulled his beyblade holsters off his arm and belt, laying them next to his head on the bedcovers. Tyson was tugging off his gloves and baseball cap before he pushed his face into the mattress and sighed.

What was so great about KAI anyway…?

Maybe it wasn't Kai at all. Maybe…

Tyson fisted the sheets in stress. Maybe it had been because of Hilary's butt? She HAD been right in the way for most of that video.

Tyson tried to visualize it but couldn't control the shudder that followed.

"Gross…" He whispered into the sheets and fell face forward again, thoroughly devastated.

Unbidden, Tyson's mind went straight to Kai's face. It wasn't the first time he'd thought of the other blader, and surely not the last, but he'd never had the knowledge of Kai saying those words.

Those WORDS.

Tyson's breath came in puffs, his eyes closed as he imagined it.

'I. Want. Tyson.'

Kai was stalking towards him, his eyes on fire with desire. It startled him to think that. Desire for what? Beyblading, yeah… Tyson groaned softly, grabbing the sheets more firmly. Kai wanted him.

Kai was practically on top of him now, staring him down. Had his shoulders always been that broad?

"I. Want… You." The words were so soft, so needy, and Tyson groaned madly into the sheets.

He'd just said that out loud.

Craaap. He was unimaginably aroused and pressed as hard as he could into the mattress to try and relieve himself. Tyson frowned and opened his blue eyes, dark hair falling in front of them. This was not good.

The box was to blame.

No. Scratch that. It was all KENNY's fault, that stupid brainy camera whore nerd boy!!

The next file had cued up and Tyson's blue eyes widened when he realized it was the CD labeled "2003 WC FM V- Tyson."

Kai was looking at him in a way that he'd never really noticed before he'd started watching these things.

Hell, he'd never have noticed he was… that he liked… if he hadn't watched Kai this way.

When these battles had happened, Tyson almost always was outside his head, not really there in his mind, always in the throws of activity.

Tyson caught his bottom lip in between his teeth. The camera had captured Kai's torn clothes and feral expression in perfect clarity.

But now he could sit and think about every little thing when he saw Kai. He couldn't HELP but reflect on the way his heart picked up pace and his palms sweat. How every emotion showed on his own face in these videos, and how he must look now, so heated up his hands all over himself in a way he'd never thought of before…

The way Kai SAID things…

The box was eating him alive.

Tyson relocated to the bed, half embarrassed, half delightedly chucking his jeans.

By now the distress over the idea, of liking… Kai… THAT way, was over and done with. Tyson felt almost relieved, free, finally being able to put an understanding to those unknown emotions concerning Kai that had filled him for so long.

He wanted Kai.

He was Kai's.

Tyson gasped as he squeezed himself, his hand slipping through the thin line of hair below his belly button.

But he had promised that very same thing to Kai, hadn't he? Tyson gripped the front of his t-shirt, feeling his flat stomach clench almost painfully.

He'd practically promised himself to Kai. Beyblade: anytime, anywhere.

But Kai didn't even want to be AROUND him. He was going to sign with the Blitzkrieg boys.

Tyson dug his fingers into his hair and scratched in distress.

Could there be a technique to make Kai feel this way too? It was like he was being consumed inside out by some burning need, like some switch had been turned on.

And he WAS turned on. Tyson groaned and pulled at his long bangs, squishing his eyelids together to try and block out the fact his other hand was already inside his shorts.

"Mfh!" Tyson rolled onto his stomach and pushed his face into the mattress. He imagined the heavy press of hot summer air on his back was Kai, holding him, touching him, wanting him, and he let himself go.

Had he really managed to spend so much time inside the box?

It was a super hot night that night, so bad that his Grandpa had stayed home with him. He stole the A/C unit too, leaving Tyson to fend for himself in the sweltering heat that seemed to bear down on him at all sides.

There was no place in his room that was safe. Tyson stuck his feet in the metal of his beydish to cool them down but it only worked for a minute. It was getting very late into the night but he couldn't sleep. He'd even lost every single article of clothing except for his light blue briefs and still NOTHING could relieve the heat. His whole body stuck to the sheets uncomfortably and he'd turn around only for the same thing to happen. Tyson flipped and flipped until he felt he was a golden brown pancake, too overdone.

There was only one thing to do to pass the time.

Tyson put his glass of water that used to be just ice to his forehead and sighed deeply. All the lights were off, his overhead fan on, and the computer screen glowed creepily in the darkness. His thighs stuck unpleasantly to the pleather of his computer chair but it was better than the bed.

Clips of a random beybattle with the kids at the creak played out on the media player but Tyson didn't really pay attention. The world champ sipped at the water.

"What the?" He frowned when a pop-up, demanding an update, halted his videos.

Annoyed, Tyson started up the internet and let the computer do its thing.

He was beginning to wonder how long he could go on watching these vids, searching for another glimpse of Kai to ache over. The time for the ex-Bladebreakers to reunite was drawing very near, and the more he built himself up over the way he wanted Kai, the more he really REALLY wanted Kai.

He wanted Kai nearly every minute of every day.

Tyson pressed the water glass to the side of his neck. A loud PING startled Tyson out of his thoughts making him spill water over his chest. "What!?"

The downloads had finished and his videos were back on, but a new window had popped up with a name and message.

'Tala: Tyson, is that you?'

Tyson blinked rapidly, trying to figure out what happened. Apparently the computer had automatically logged him into something and TALA was talking to him?!

Tyson spazzed and typed back quickly.

'Yeah, hi? TALA??'

His speakers pinged and to his amazement, Tala began to type back.

Tyson tried valiantly to rearrange his windows so he could still watch Kai—the VIDEOS, but it was too clustered. He couldn't properly watch his video player and talk to Tala at the same time. But… he'd been without blader contact in so long, the videos could wait… a bit…

'Well, what do you know? Long time no talk Tyson.'

To be continued…