Heartless: Hold on... Wait a second... I need to think of a witty disclaimer...

Garland: (glances around questioningly)

Heartless: What are you doing here?

Garland: I have no idea.

Heartless: Will you do my disclaimer? (puppy dog eyes, which look rather strange on a plush toy.)

Garland: Uh, sure... (is handed a script) "Plushie Heartless is secretly Aoki Takao, and does, in fact, own Beyblade. Muahahaha."... I don't think this is the right-

Heartless: (is too busy being hauled away by men in white suits to answer)

Not the Library!

By Plushie Heartless

One-shot

Kai Hiwatari rolled violet eyes and asked his very unwilling companion, "Where on earth did you get that ridiculous idea, Tyson?" His hand was clamped onto the tanned arm currently trying to wrench itself from his grasp.

The struggling navy-haired boy currently being dragged behind the Russian went on, not listening. "They'll take one look at me and tell I'm not 'the type'!"

Theduel-haired teen wondered fleetingly how Tyson remained friends with Kenny all these years. "...You don't have to be. I'm just getting one book."

Tyson attempted again to dig his heels into the ground. "Why can't I wait in the car?"

"You...alone...in my car." Kai reiterated, shaking his multicolored head at such an insane notion. As if he'd ever let his clumsy (if well-meaning) teammate near his beautiful, expensive, expensive convertible... "As if."

"I'm never getting a ride from you after...practice...again..." Tyson trailed off, brown eyes wide. The doors slid open like a great, gaping mouth of utter DOOM as we know it to devour our favorite Beybladers.

He made something that may have been a whimper.

The Russian snorted softly. "It's just the library, Tyson."

Then Kai did him mixed blessing of a favor by depositing the usually chipper world champ in the 'Teen Section' before disappearing into the rows of shelves.

Libraries themselves weren't so bad... but the oppressing, muted atmosphere really bothered the champ. Every time he came in one, it seemed like something really... really bad was going to happen.

...Utter DOOM or something like it...

Tyson's eyes roamed over a mediocre section of manga (All of which he had previously read, he realized), the aptly named 'Teen Non-fiction Section' and a very large shelf of romance novels. They stopped to rest on the only table in that area. Or rather, the issue of Cosmopolitan lying there, which had on the cover, in rather large print, 'Touch Him Tricks' and smaller, 'A Man's Body Craves Certain Strokes, Caresses, and Pressures. Here's Your Hands-On Guide.'

Flushing uncomfortably, the three-time World Champion scooted away.

And his eyes were pulled back, by the sheer raunchiness of the magazine. Dammit! Now he got why things like this were still being printed! Skimming over the cover again, Tyson read, '28 Romantic Rituals To Do With Your Man'.

...That didn't seem so bad...

Thinking of a certain team captain, Tyson turned redder. Covertly, he flipped it open and found the page. Thankfully, the 'romantic rituals' weren't vulgar or anything, and some of them were even sorta...well, romantic...

#9 – "Each night, whether we're happy, tired, or angry with each other, the last thing my guy does before we fall asleep is kiss my shoulder. I love being able to count on that."

Unbidden, Kai's face sprung to mind.

Tyson didn't know when he started noticing his captain (After much debate, the Bladebreakers/G Revolutions decided to stay together) as something more than a friend or a leader, and frankly he wasn't the obsessive type to care. What mattered was now. But... he didn't know if Kai was gay, never mind interested in HIM, Tyson the Annoyance...

Opening his eyes, he noticed a rectangle done in varying shades of pinkon the next page, reading '5 Guy Repellant Rituals', the first being... Shaving each other's ARMPITS?

"Um... Okay... that's weird..." Tyson said aloud.

Someone giggled.

The Champ almost dropped the magazine in surprise.

It was a group of girls, laughing and talking animatedly. They hadn't noticed him, too engrossed in the large section of romance novels. Breathing a mental sigh of relief, Tyson put the magazine back where it was and moved towards that 'Teens' Non-Fiction' Section.

Brown eyes skipping over about a hundred self-help books, and one teenage pregnancy book, a small, yellow paperback caught his eye. 'Is Your Crush Crushing back?'.

Ugh, libraries had too many books about the subject.

Muttering a small, "Why not?", he opened it up. After checking out the one-page intro that said something about a message board of hopeless girls all chatting about their wonderful, charmed love lives being the basis, (Bitter, him? Never!) he turned through the pages to find the right quiz (For example, 'Are you clueless about love?' Well, everyone, including himself, knew that answer...) until -

5. The coolest thing about him is:

a) That mysterious way he has about him.

b) The random stories he tells you whenever you're together

c) All his weird little quirks – like blushing and tripping over stuff.

Though now feeling the obvious age (and origin) of the book, Tyson decided on 'A' being most Kai, definitely... The other two sounded more like himself, blushing and rambling on about the dumbest of things as of late...

"Tyson?"

Snapping the book shut, the champ flashed a nervous grin at the black-and-gray-haired teen watching him with wide violet eyes.

"Yeah, Kai?" When did he get back?

"...What... is... that... thing?" Kai asked unsurely.

Tyson feigned innocence. "This?"

Slow nod.

"...Well, I was bored!"

"...right." The Russian turned on his heel, but the champ didn't miss the blush crossing those striped cheeks.

My-my, what a reaction this was getting...

Tyson's smile turned mischievous. "Hey Kai... Can you check this out for me?"

Then something amazing happened to Kai. It was a rather normal occurrence in anime, but the violet-eyed Beyblader had always seemed too... dignified - Until now.

Kai had face-fault, also called an 'anime fall', in which he – to put it simply – toppled over, face connecting with the floor, one or both legs (This case being one) stretched out in an uncomfortable position above his head.

Tyson tried not to laugh... and failed. Hey, he was Tyson. He laughed when he laughed, cried when he cried. It was one of his better points, he liked to think...

The Russian tried to brush it off with a simple "Whatever," but his reputation was forever tarnished.

The Japanese teen smirked in triumph.

That was what Kai got, after all, taking him to the library (Trauma of traumas).

"You have a crush?"

"...Maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe..." Tyson answered evasively, pulse racing at the strangely angry expression that was overcoming Kai's face... a pulse that was probably pumping more blood into his now 'tomato' red cheeks. The younger teen slapped his companion on the back. "Come on now, let's go!"

This wasn't the time for love confessions, after all...

Violet eyes widened a fraction more, and then promptly narrowed. "On Hilary?"

Tyson choked. "W-what?" Complete revulsion marred his features. "No way!"

"On who?" Kai persisted, violet eyes flashing dangerously.

Grinning despite the fact that his face probably was reaching the unique color 'Beetroot', Tyson shook an admonishing finger at his captain. "We-ell, it may not be any of your business..."

One gray brow arched as Kai proceeded to twist his words around, quoting, "'May'? Then it may be my business."

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe," Tyson said again.

There was a 'thump' sound.

They whipped their heads around to look at the crowd of girls currently staring at them, slack-jawed and sweating profusely. A romance novel depicting a tenderly embracing couple lay on the ground, having slipped from one of their hands.

Tyson scratched his head awkwardly. "Uh, Kai, this isn't the place to talk about this, heh heh."

"...Right."

And they left.

As they beat a hasty retreat, both attempted to block out the high-pitched yells of "DAMMIT SERENA! JUST WHEN THINGS WERE GETTING INTERESTING!"

"DON'T YELL AT ME, RAYE! LIIIITA, MAKE HER STOP!"

"I AGREE WITH RAYE! IF YOU WEREN'T OUR LEADER, I'D DECK YOU!"

"Now, now, let's all be calm..."

"SHUT UP, AMY!"

As the giant doors swung shut behind them, the cooling-down Tyson turned to Kai and asked, "Now do you see why I don't like libraries?" He spat the word as if it were a vile medicine.

A still-pink Kai 'hn'ed, handing Tyson his book.

Because, after all, Tyson hadn't finished his quiz...

End One-shot

Kai: She's just really unoriginal.

Heartless: ;.; And my name's Heartless? (FF.net)

Kai: What kind of ending was that?

Heartless: An ending in which I couldn't think of what to do, as I thought it all up in MY library! Which I love, so don't be angry with me!