So this is a story that came to me randomly when I was writing my other Beyblade story. I passed it by two of my friends before writing it, and with both of them thinking my idea could come out to be a great story I decided to start it to see where it went.

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade (Sadly)

It was a nice and warm day in Japan. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. The streets in the neighbourhoods were almost deserted making the area around Tyson's house quiet and peaceful. There were no tournaments going on, that the Bladebreakers knew of, so they had this nice day off to relax, or train as Kai was doing. Like most of the kids in the area, Kai was out spending the day building on his Beyblading skills so he could stay in top form. The other members of the team, however, didn't have the same idea. Max was at his father's shop helping him fix blades that seemed to constantly come in while other kids were shopping for new parts. Tyson had chosen to stay home in hopes to get some extra sleeping and eating in, but his grandpa had tried to throw him into training, making him leave the dojo. And Ray had just chosen to spend his time relaxing by the river, staring at the clouds and day dreaming. It was a pretty lazy, and boring, day in all for Tyson and Ray, but Tyson was itching for something fun to do.

The sound of the calm river Ray had been listening to was interrupted by hurried footsteps and shouting. He propped himself up on his elbows to see where the yelling was coming from, and why the person wanted him. Tyson appeared in front of him a few seconds later panting. "I've been...look...everywhere...for you," he said as he caught his breath and sat down in the grass beside Ray.

"Why?" Ray asked him, although that wasn't the first thing that popped into his head to say to the boy. Ray hardly ever chose to say the first thing that came to his mind, because he worried how people would react to them.

"I needed someone to be with so I have an excuse to get out of grandpa's training," Tyson told him falling back on the grass and looking up at the sky. "And Max is busy with his dad, so I don't want to bother him, and Kai, well, I don't know where Kai is. So that just leaves you, buddy."

"Oh," Ray said dropping down from his elbows and looking up too.

The stayed in the grass like that for a few minutes before Tyson finally got restless and rolled over to look at Ray. Ray glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "Hey Ray?" Tyson asked.

"What?" Ray asked looking away from him again. He knew the tone Tyson's voice was getting and could tell he was planning something in his head as he talked.

"What do you really think about me?" he asked seriously and out of nowhere. Ray took a few seconds to answer, a little shocked by the question.

"Uh, I think you're a good friend and pretty funny sometimes?" he told him, but it was more of a question than a statement.

"Liar," Tyson said sitting up and glaring down at him.

"No, that's what I think about you," Ray told him turning his head to look at him. Tyson crossed his arms.

"It took you a while to answer there, buddy. You hesitated like you were thinking about it. What you really think should be the first thing that comes to your mind," he told him. "Now what do you really think about me?"

"Tyson I already told you what I think," Ray told him sitting up. His plan was getting in motion now. Any second Tyson would get the chance to unleash it, and hopefully start to make a boring day more interesting.

"No you didn't you had to think something up," Tyson almost yelled.

"No really Tyson I-" Ray was cut off.

"I bet you can't speak your mind for a whole week!" Tyson yelled at him. His plan had just been set. The game they would be playing for Tyson's entertainment was now on the table. All Tyson had to do now was get Ray to take hold of it so he could drag him in.

Ray sat frozen for a few seconds staring at Tyson. Tyson stared back with an angry glare on his face. "I bet I could," Ray told in almost a whisper. He'd taken the bait. "It's you who can't." Tyson raised an eyebrow at him.

"What do you mean? I always speak my mind," he told him. Ray laughed. He'd just turned the table on Tyson and was sucking him into his own game.

"Prove it," he said. "I'll speak my mind for a whole week if you do to." Tyson grinned. This was going to be fun. Suckering Ray into this bet was the easiest thing he'd ever done, although he hadn't planned on getting sucked into it too. But he wasn't one to back down from a challenge.

"Fine, but since I started this I make up the rules," Tyson told him hoping to turn things back around and give him the upper hand in this bet. "Rule 1: You can't say uh, um, hmm, or ever hesitate to think of something. Rule 2: If you really can't think of something right away, you have to say 'I really don't know,' or something along those lines. Rule 3: Kenny is the only person who's allowed to know about this bet since we can't be around each other all the time to make sure the other person hasn't slipped up. Rule 4: If the bet ever comes up in conversation and it is the first thing that comes to your mind you haveten seconds to think up a lie. Rule 5: You can't avoid anyone just because you're scared of hurting their feelings or something. And Rule 6: You can't give up willingly."

Tyson practically yelled these rules at Ray in his excitement for something to do, and Ray wasn't too eager to play anymore with these rules. Tyson had successfully turned the game around again. He also didn't understand how Kenny would be able to monitor both him and Tyson at once. But he guessed he had to trust Tyson in what he was doing. "Fine," Ray said standing up and clenching his fist. "But are you sure you can spend a whole week without slipping up?" he asked trying to refer to the person he was sure Tyson had a small crush on. Tyson nodded.

"And you?" he asked, doing the same thing Ray had just done, referring to the person he though Ray liked. Ray nodded.

"So, what are we wagering?" he asked.

"I'll figure that out later. For now hurting lots of people's feelings is enough punishment, no need for the loser to lose something extra," Tyson told him laughing.

"Do you really think that, or are you just afraid of losing?" Ray asked him smirking.

"Ha, afraid of losing, you wish!" Tyson yelled standing up. "How about the winner gets to pick the losers punishment?"

"That's fine with me," Ray told him nodding.

"Good, than we start once we get all set up at Kenny's house!" Tyson yelled excitedly running up the hill. Ray let out a little sigh and followed the baseball cap wearing boy.

They entered Kenny's house and ran straight up stairs to his room. Tyson grabbed the door knob and flung the door open yelling his name. Kenny let out a yell and fell backwards off the chair he was sitting on. "Tyson don't do that!" He yelled getting back up. Tyson laughed.

"Sorry about that," he said rubbing the back of his head. "But we need your help."

"You and Ray wreak your blades or something?" Kenny asked. "Because I'm really too busy right now to deal with that, why don't you go to Max and his dad, I'm sure they'll help you."

"It has nothing to do with Beyblade's!" Tyson told him yelling again.

"Well it better not be girl trouble, because chef can't even deal with his own," Kenny's Bit-Beast Dizzi, who was trapped in his computer, told them making Kenny blush slightly.

"No, it has nothing to do with girls!" Tyson continued to yell. "Listen chef, we need you to make something that will let you hear us no matter where we are, but we can't hear you!"

"You mean like a mini microphone that connects back to my laptop, or to headphones?" Kenny asked, and Tyson nodded. "Why on Earth would you need that?"

"We need it for a bet!" Tyson told him excitedly.

"A bet you say?" Kenny asked sounding interested.

A few hours later Ray and Tyson were all set. Kenny was very interested in this bet because it allowed him to get to know Tyson and Ray better and maybe even Max and Kai depending on how they reacted to Tyson and Ray's new behaviour. Although Kenny didn't think Tyson would be any different going into the bet, which is why he thought Ray was the underdog in this. Tyson was already speaking his mind more than seventy percent of the time, where Ray, Kenny guessed, only spoke it about twenty percent of the time. But nevertheless, Ray had agreed to it.

Kenny handed both boys two different looking mini microphones. Tyson's was small and red, and would fit on the inside of his jacket collar perfectly and securely so that almost nothing would knock it off. Ray's, on the other hand, was white, but also small, and fit perfectly on his shirt collar. It was also very secure and most likely wouldn't fall off. After Tyson and Ray had fastened the mini microphones, with a little help from Kenny just to be safe, they tested them. Kenny spent about ten minutes on each one programming them so the output sound would be let out so only Dizzi could hear or read it, and so it would go to a small ear peace Kenny had made. Kenny would be monitoring both boys, and Dizzi would help just in case he missed something since it would be extremely hard to pay attention to both boys at once.

When all the adjustments were done, which included Tyson and Ray having to walk down the block in separate directions, and back, talking to themselves, Tyson and Ray said thanks to Kenny and headed back out onto the streets. "And the bet starts...now!" Tyson yelled.

"Oh joy," said Ray rolling his eyes.

"So Ray, like I asked before, what do you really think of me?" Tyson asked him.

"You're an annoying slob," Ray told him with a sigh.

"Ouch Ray, that hurts," Tyson laughed.

"I'm sure it does, but you wanted the truth. You know, if the only reason you started this bet was so I'd answer that one question for you, than I'm going to kill you," Ray told him a little bitterly.

"No, it was because I was bored, actually, and I thought you might be too. We had this whole day to do nothing and I thought it would be more interesting if we did this for longer than just our day off," Tyson told him laughing again.

"Well I was bored today. But I don't think I'm going to have fun doing this a whole week," Ray told him with a sigh.

"Why wouldn't you?" Tyson asked him raising an eyebrow.

"Never mind," Ray told him quickly, and Tyson stopped.

"Ha! You lost already!" He yelled happily.

"I did not! You didn't say we couldn't say never mind and it was the first thing that popped into my head when you asked!" Ray yelled back at him. Tyson glared.

"You found a loophole," he said a little disappointedly. "But now that you have, I can use it too."

"Happy to have helped," Ray said sarcastically as he crossed the street.

"Where do you think you're going?" Tyson yelled after him.

"I can't deal being alone with you for more than a few minutes when you're in a talking mood! Sorry, come find me later, and if you're still in a talking mood bring Max with you!" Ray yelled back at him.

"That hurts Ray! Your mind is really harsh!" Tyson yelled at him pouting slightly.

"Well you asked for it," Ray told him shrugging, and then running off before Tyson could say anything more.

Ray ran all the way back to the river. This time, however, he went and hid under the bridge and sat on a few boxes there. He needed time to think. He had to figure out a strategy for winning this bet. Tyson was a pretty easy person to talk to. He now knew he could say anything to him and the boy wouldn't really care that much. Max was also going to be pretty easy. He might have a few things slip out when talking to him that he wouldn't usually let slip out. But he knew Max wouldn't mind them, he might even like hearing them. But Ray knew if he ever ran into Kai, which he would, and Kai started to talk to him, which was pretty likely, he'd end up dying on embarrassment. There were so many things that came to his mind when he was talking to Kai that he never said out loud. There were so many things he wished he could say to him, but never did because he was scared of what his reaction might be. And now, if he didn't figure out a strategy for talking they would all come flying out the next time he saw him. But no matter how much Ray didn't want to say these things, he didn't want to lose to Tyson. Ray let out an angry sigh as he held his head in his hands. Tyson had sucked him in, and he'd fallen for it. This was going to be a long week.