Sweet notes: I will be putting a glossary down somewhere soon… just so no one gets confused. Oh, and thanks for all the reviews ^^.

Warnings: Yaoi, shounen-ai, Kai x Tyson. A bit of humour. Very, very PWP. Lemon. A tad psychological… but think about it, if I can read it and comprehend it… how much trouble do you expect? Also AU.

Disclaimer: I don’t own those hot bishies from Beyblades. We all know the circumstances if I did… castle, harem, world domination… so we’re going to understand that they’re not mine… no I do not take sacrifices. ~.^

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~ Sweetdeily.

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Flesh collectors are cyborg generated flaying machines. They are known as an illegal cyborg prototype, extremely dangerous with their only mission to collect flesh for other machines or whoever paid the most. The best place to get flesh, are humans or other fleshed out cyborg, and everything is in danger from Flesh collectors. Having no thought pattern other then the basics of fighting and flaying their victims they are a perfect killing machine. They have long, precise claws and huge metallic teeth on their extendable heads. Intimidating, evil, scary machines.

Tyson could only widen his eyes as he stared up at the towering Flesh collector. Mechanical eyes whirled and focused on the boy who barely came past its wheels.

"Flesh." The monster spoke.

Tyson had time to scream before he jumped only to roll to the side out of reach as those giant claws slammed into the space where he had just been. The claws chased after him and the pure human could only jump and dodge trying to run as fast as he could, sneakers scrambling under him as he was almost flung into the side of a building from the momentum of a swing for him. Jumping off some trashcans he circled around behind the Flesh collector and ran toward his hover board. Clicking the side of his watch.

"Dragoon, transfer… electrical overcharge jolt defence system to the watch."

A soft beep and his watch lit up yellow. Tyson turned in half run, finding the Flesh collector right behind him.

"Electric pulse detonate!"

Electricity sparked on his watch and jumped out, sapping the Flesh collector right in the chest. There was the sound of circuits twisting before the electricity suddenly shook and faded. The Flesh collector twitched a bit before resuming its chase, claws coming back and pulling apart to impale Tyson through the stomach.

"No, no, no, no! Piece of shit! Oh fuck!" The blue haired boy spoke colourfully, scrambling to jump backward, and tripping over his own feet in the process, one ankle twisting in the wrong direction. Horror registered in his eyes as he watched the claws zoom toward his sprawled form. Squeezing his eyes shut in preparation for the pain… this was gonna hurt like hell.

"Triger! Now!"

Even from behind his closed eyes, Tyson saw the blinding light of the blue, white electricity spiralling down only to connect to fresh circuitry.

A small piece of metal flicked out and scratched the back of Tyson’s hand even through the glove, drawing blood. Instinct had taken over and the pure human had covered his head. Slowly and very cautiously he opened his eyes and looked up.

A very big scorch mark covered the ground and bits of shrapnel were still falling from the sky. More importantly, his hover board was broken; a piece of claw had cut right through it.

"Awww man. Mum’s gonna kill me."

Sighing dejectedly he turned to find out who had saved him. Surprised at what he found.

The boy was Asian with a long tail of hair wrapped by a white cloth. As he turned to face Tyson he smiled, fangs evident in his smile. His eyes were like tigers. A ying and yang symbol was portrayed in the middle of the bandanna across his forehead.

"I think your mother would be more angry that you had a hover board in the first place." The boy spoke, smiling slightly as he did. He seemed friendly enough, and Tyson realised that the boy was a genetic, but other then his eyes, and anything else that Tyson couldn’t see, he could almost pass for human.

Tyson blinked doe like eyes at the boy, not sure what to say, after all, he’d seen genetics and read all about how to figure out what was what about them and to distinguish them in a crowd, but to actually come face to face, and speak to one of them was an odd experience.

"Wow… and Max told me you were really talkative."

Tyson blinked.

"Max… Angel… how do you know Max?"

"He speaks! Be still my heart!" Golden tiger-eyes winked at the still stunned boy. "We’re acquaintances. Actually… I should have gotten here earlier. He told me all about you and well, I told my…. Employer and he was interested, so I got Max to set up this meeting so I could meet you. I have to say… your nothing like Max, for one thing, you’re too fresh and innocent. You must really live it securely in the upper level."

Tyson blinked again.

"How did you do that much of an electrical surge?"

He laughed. "Well, while you were dodging the Collector, I was tapping into the hemisphere Satellites and I targeted the Flesh collector. It was easy really… but without time you wouldn’t have been able to do it."

Tyson frowned. "How did you tap in… I heard you say ‘triger now’ is that your computer AI?"

"Hey for an upper level kid, your smart. Yes, Triger is my computer AI, we have a direct interface."

A blue eyebrow rose and Tyson moved a bit closer. "Really? Show me!" He had never been allowed to get a direct interface, let alone see one.

The boy grinned and turned, lifting his hair to show off a small computer chip.

Tyson’s eyes lit up. "Cooooool."

"If you say so. Oh, by the way… my name. Its Ray." He extended a hand.

"Hi Ray! I’m Tyson!" Tyson extended his bleeding hand and they shook. Ray blinked noticing the blood.

"Oh, how did that happen?"

"Shrapnel."

"Ah, gomen. My Employer will be able to fix you right up, so your mom doesn’t find out." The Asian boy offered.

Tyson paled a little. "No drugs or implants?"

Ray laughed. "No matter how much you might want them, no, K- my employer has some… unique talents, they don’t work for cyborg, or anything, but genetics and pures, they work fine." He shrugged and grinned. "Besides... you could use a lift getting back home."

Tyson winced, but he owed Ray his life, surely Ray hadn’t saved him to try and kill him. As the blue haired pure boy nodded, that was his only comfort. That and the offer of a lift home… he could only imagine what kind of person Ray’s employer was… especially since Ray himself was so interesting, to Tyson at least.

He was going to pound Angel, AKA Max next time he saw him though.

Sweet notes: Hmm… at least 18 reviews and chapter three will go up. Cruel, sadistic? Who, sweet, adorable lil ol me? ^.^

Upper level: The upper level of the world, pretty much a whole bunch of really tall buildings (think 80-200 storeys) with air ways, a place where most of the pure humans live.

Lower level: the real earth, beaches, and parks junk yards. Few pure humans live down here. It is overrun with non-humans.

Pure: otherwise called, ‘pure humans’ these are people with no genetic implants, no biological altering, no technology inside them at all. They are dwindling in numbers.

Genetics: people who were grown in test tubes basically, they vary in design and powers usually better at things then normal humans. Some people are altered after birth to become genetics; they usually live short lives.

Virtual holographs: Pretty much walking ghosts, they have no real substance and are only brainwaves coming from computers.

Cyborg: Most humans are either cyborg or genetic, cyborg being made of various metals, some cyborg never were human to start with, others are altered to a point they no longer are. They are pretty much robots. (Think the Borg… if you watch StarTrek)

Flesh collectors: cyborg made machines. Most cyborg get into fights and have their flesh ripped up, as they are incapable of regrowing this skin, they require new skin. This is what the Flesh collectors do. They find skin. Dead or alive is not important.

Moonain: A mysterious race of humanoid aliens. Said to be an ambassador of these people on earth. They resemble the Human Angel, and it is speculated that they have come to earth many times. They neither confirm nor deny this accusation. They have giant angel wings and are never directly seen unless the Human government has trades with them. They live on the far side of Neptune and refuse to allow a colony of more then four hundred humans to share their side of Neptune. They are incredibly mysterious. Most humans only ever see them once or twice on TV or in books. They seem to enjoy human media and allow any and all kind of writings or movies with their kind in them. They do not appear to have any children in their race, and refuse to explain why. Despite their similar structure to humans they are said to be very different mentally.

Hover board: A floating skateboard.