Title: Tyson is a Genius!

Warning: future shonen-ai pairing of Tyson/Kai, OOC, alterate-universe

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Beyblade, end of story. Well, not end of story, after all, you have not read the story but I mean end of story for the disclaimer. (Random people: What do you take us as? Of course we know!) …Sheesh, there is no need to get so worked up. (pouts)

Now, on to chapter three.

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As Kai soaked in the bathtub of soapy water, he thought back to the week's events after he was "created". So much had happened and it was really dizzying but he felt that he had managed quite well. Shifting through the undesired memories of almost being traumatized by his creator's unfit-for-eyes eating habits and the chaotic shopping experience which came after his creator's horrified exclamation of "No! You cannot wear my boxers and I am not letting you go commando!", he decided to settle on the first memory he had-the day he opened his eyes.

It was……strange. The experience was similar to waking up from a deep sleep-eyes sliding open slowly, meeting light after exiting a world of pitch black and…… immediately seeing a blue-haired boy's face (hello, personal space of five-metres guy. Welcome to the world). The first feeling he had encountered was confusion until the blue-haired boy opened his mouth. Then, the irritation that accompanied the loudness of the voice and the utter haughtiness in the tone exhibited a flying kick on his confusion with a "wooyaa!", and as if some knowledge flowed into his once blank mind, he stopped his rather vulnerable musings and started to concentrate on reacting blandly to whatever was dished his way.

When he sit up, his body had moved so smoothly, as if he had been doing it all the time, which was weird because he could not remember anything before he woke up. Yet, it was as if his body remembered what he did not, falling into whatever conditioned actions of before, feeding him information of what to do, say and act, molding him into a character he was before, if there was even a before.

In spite of anything, a "before" was inconceivable as he knew innately that it could not have existed. He had even asked to be named because he knew he was borne the moment he awoke and that the first task he had to perform was to get a name.

Yet, the foolish boy had the nerve to try and name him after a chocolate instead of preparing and pondering carefully over said name before arousing him-the blue-haired boy's panicky eye-roving was a dead giveaway. Fortunately, the second name was acceptable even if it was derived from the chocolate so the boy had escaped figurative death by a tiny margin.

Next, Kai was cheerfully informed by the blue-haired boy that he was an accomplishment of the boy who was a scientist, which was quite unbelievable because not only was the boy shorter than him (which vertically-challenged scientist would create a humanoid form taller than him unless they are plain asking to be ridiculed and intimidated or if they had wanted to dominate the world, they would be better off creating a monstrous fifty-feet monster), he was too young to be engaging in science that requires higher order of thinking which people at that age are hard-pressed to perform.

The events that followed were weird to say the least. Unlike any conventional scientist, his creator did not run any tests on him. Instead, he was quickly led out of the dank room, which he later knew it to be the only scientifically-used room in the whole house, through some corridors of a traditional Japanese house and into a bedroom that seemed out of place in the house because it was so modern that it defied tradition. How he had the knowledge of what type of house he was in and what constituted as traditional and non-traditional, Kai did not know, but he took some comfort in being somewhat familiar with his surroundings.

"This would be your bedroom!" His creator exclaimed the obvious, dumbly.

"Now, I need to go-" Kai blinked in surprise. His creator was going to leave him alone straight after creating him. "-to the toilet, so just stay here for a while. I'll be back in about fifteen minutes. It must be something I ate."

Thus, his creator flashed a sickly grin, held his stomach and flitted away. That is, not before leaving a puff of odor in his wake and in Kai's face and the second bad impression of himself to his creation.

Suddenly, Kai had the premonition that there would be more bad impression to form of his creator to come in the future and they most probably would not leave him unscathed. Of course, he was not the type to sit around and wait to be beaned in between his eyes by rocketing predicaments.

It was also around that time when he decided on the life-quest of collecting information on the world so that he would be capable of protecting himself from nasty situations he was sure his creator would put him in. These led to his First Act of Defy where he disobeyed the first but casual order of his creator and went out of his room to roam about the house to find The Television which he instinctively knew know to switch on by means of The Control. It just so happened that the first thing he saw happened to be a talk on human rights. From there, all went downhill for Tyson. It also signaled the start of Kai's addiction to television, which made the downhill trip of Tyson even steeper.

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Omake thing where Kai was a genetically-altered soldier before his awakening:

Let us look into Kai's head when he first awaken.

Suddenly, there was light everywhere. Although the room had pretty dim lighting, the minute amount of light shot straight into Kai's eyes more than uninvitingly, but he would not lower his eyelids for to do that was to show weakness and he was no weakling.

"The strong shall survive, the weak shall die. The strong shall survive, the weak shall die." Kai repeated the mantra almost obsessively in his head as he stilled his features and started inspecting his surroundings.

The blue-haired boy caught his attention immediately. The boy was the most obtrusive being Kai had ever seen though he had no idea how he managed to make a comparison that his memory, five seconds of worth it was, insisted that the boy would not have made it one second in a war-zone.

The next few seconds saw the blue-haired boy's loud declaration.

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Author's notes: (dodges rotten tomatoes) I know, I know, "what is with the lack of humour and the long length but lack of content?" I weep with you too and blame my humourless life and lack of writing skills.

Kai is really not a funny person in general. I wonder which should I sacrifice, plot or some humour. I want humour but I also want plot and apparently, having both of them together is a difficult task to do if writing is not like the back of your hand. Still, I will try to make them work together.

After many false starts, I decided to use my first 'beginning' because it seems to be the best out of them all. The omake was one of the false starts. It is possible and it has potential but I can only choose one to go with.

I really did use a year to write the story, a year as in a few hours between monthly intervals.

Yeah, it seems that as time passes, more words are added to the chapter but not humour. (sigh)

Anyway, do read and review. Thank you.