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Asterix

"Let it ri–HXXTTISSS!" the sneeze rudely interrupted the bluenette's battle cry. It also had him shuddering so hard that the ripcord got stuck halfway through, leaving Dragoon halfway dangling off the launcher.

"Are you okay?" Max was the first to ask, already walking towards his best friend.

Tyson huffed, "Of course I am!" he quickly countered, rubbing his nose harshly against his leather glove.

Max frowned deeply, "You don't sneeze like that unless you're sick," he said. He reached up, pushing his friend's navy bangs to the side before feeling his forehead. "That's weird… No fever….".

"See? I'm fine," Tyson said, his usual grin looking forced and unnatural.

"If you say so…" Max trailed off, motioning with his one hand to Ray to continue with their match.

"Tyson, if you're not feeling alright… we can always just have a break before-" Ray said, loading Drigger up to the launcher regardless. He knew, no matter what anyone said, if Tyson made up his mind… it's going to stay that way.

Tyson, who had been wiping his nose off discreetly against the inside of his shirt, laughed "You afraid to lose to moi, Ray ma-man?" he boasted, sounding relatively convincing –if you ignored the nasal undertone.

"Just leave him. When he passes out later we'll just drag him out of here," Kai instructed flatly. He was standing against the wall, as always, his eyes closed lazily.

Max pointed to his hair and grinned evilly, "By the hair, if necessary!" he added and sat on the bench. You could see him already grinning at the thought of dragging Tyson out of the stadium by the hair, just for fun… people underestimate Max's ability for evil….

Tyson growled, "I'm telling you... I'm not sick!" he snapped and launched Dragoon into the dish.

His little charade was shortlived though... Dragoon spun into a limp circle, wobbling dangerously as his blade made its way around the edge of the dish. It seemed Dragoon was clearly feeling his handler's effects as well.

Kai, having noticed this, finally decided to take matters into his own hands, "Ray. Switch," Kai muttered darkly, already loading up his Dranzer into the launcher.

Ray shrugged, slightly relieved that he wouldn't be on the receiving end of Tyson's stubborn-act anymore. He waltzed over towards Max and plopped down next to him.

Kai, being Kai, didn't even bother to warn Tyson before launching Dranzer into the dish, and sent Blazing Gig towards the bluenette -who was so preoccupied with stifling another sneeze that he didn't see it coming.

The next thing anyone saw was Tyson sprawled out next to the dish, a huge bruise on his forehead, Dragoon coming to rest right next to his head. "Did you just kill the World Champion?" Max said, his voice chuckling with half-belief and half-spazzing. Kai didn't look too worried as he shrugged.

Ray walked over to Tyson and bent down to examine him, "Uh... He kinda looks okay..." he said and touched Tyson's forehead. "But he really is sick... I think he's got a cold".

"He was training outside late last night... preparing for the tournament," Kai said and kicked Tyson's leg to get a reaction out of him. "... oh well".

"Somebody... don't let get that hamburger get away!" Tyson mumbled, weakly grabbing the air where the dream-burger seemed to be. But, the closest solid thing was Kai's leg and he latched himself to it.

"If he bites my leg, I'm going to-" Kai's threat was cut off with a manly squeel as Tyson followed through with what Kai had just warned him about.

"Wha~?" Tyson blearily opened his eyes, coughing harshly for a moment before finally sitting up. He stuck his tounge out as if he'd just tasted something horrible, "Eeeuughh, my mouth tastes like fabric softner."

"I think we need to get him to the medic," Ray said, finally standing up.

The three Blade Breakers lifted up Tyson, Kai grabbing Tyson's hands while Ray and Max got the feet. "You think he'll be okay for the tournament tomorrow?" Max asked, sparing a glance back to the bluenette.

"If he has a cold he can still blade... but if it's something more serious, Kai would substitute," Ray said, not entirely keen on ruining the Blade Breakers' 'secret weapon'- Kai- before the semi-finals.

"I'm fine, you guys," Tyson said cheerily, looking quite content as they carried him around.

"If you're faking, I'm going to accidently drop you down the stairs," Kai threatened, looking down to the bluenette with a glare. Tyson winked before breaking down into another coughing fit. The three boys set him down on the ground, standing back to give him some air.

Tyson's breath came out in ragged short bursts once he stopped coughing. He sniffed again, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "I hate hayfever," he quickly covered, standing up.

It didn't take psychic powers for his three best friends to see exactly where Tyson was heading now. "You're going to the medic, Tyson," Kai said, taking a step to block his way.

"Sorry, I was kidding before... I'm really not sick, it's just allergies, you know?" Tyson beamed, "I love it when you guys carry me around like that!"

Kai grabbed hold of the back of Tyson's jacket, "I'm not asking you to go to the medic, I'm telling you," Kai growled, effectively dragging Tyson down the hall now. Tyson, on the other hand, was kicking and screaming protests -and some profanities- as he was struggling to keep running backwards to keep his balance. He didn't like being forced to go anywhere, didn't like to be rushed or pushed into any direction... it still shocked them how Kai was still the only one to change that. Even though Tyson would protest, he would still go along with Kai anyway.

"Don't break him, we need him to win!" Ray called after them, grinning.

"We'll meet you guys down at the cafeteria for lunch!" Max shouted after them.

Kai lifted up his arm briefly, I heard you.

Ray and Max watched the pair dissapear down the hall before heading down to the BBA's cafeteria. They knew, no matter if they stayed or not, it'd be Kai who'd be the one to get Tyson to go there in the end.

"Doc," Kai snapped the young woman to attention as he pushed Tyson down to the patient chair, "He's sick. Fix him."

The young woman, Karina, frowned at his tone but eventually smiled, "You don't have to look so worried, Kai," she quipped, grinning with satisfaction when the older blader looked away.

"So, Tyson, you look horrible," Karina said, ushering Tyson to the examining table, "When did it start?"

"I've had allergies for ever, but this only started this morning," Tyson said, quickly turning his head in time to sneeze into the crook of his elbow.

Karina grabbed a Kleenex from the stand and silently handed him one, waiting until he finished blowing his nose before continuing the examination. "Headaches, sinus pain, stomach cramps, anything like that?" she asked, poking his forehead and checking his nose and throat with the penlight again. She decidedly ignored the bruise on Tyson's forehead, once she checked Tyson's pupils for concussion.

"Just headaches... wait... was the second one?" Tyson asked, blinking.

"Stomach cramps?" she said, checking his ears with the light.

"Sinus!" Kai answered angrily, his foot bouncing in agitation. He hated doctors offices. They smelt like ammonia, were too brightly lit and they always had something to say about his training.

"Ohh... right, it's the mucus cavities that are -" she started, but when Tyson gave her the 'what the hell are you talking about?' look, she stopped. She tapped his one cheek twice, "These things here-".

"JJAACCHH! What are you DOING?" Tyson screamed, slapping his hand on his cheek protectively.

After that little outburst, checking his neck glands and poking the stomach for reflex was pretty straight-forward, "Alright, sit up, just one last check," she said and listened to his chest with her stethoscope. She frowned. Moved the diaphram to the side.

"Hold still for a second," she said, placing the stethoscope back on the side-table. She poked his ribs one by one before she hit his tenth rib.

Tyson gasped, grabbing his rib, his face contorted in pain, "Why'd you have to poke so hard?" he growled, his voice strained.

Kai got up and walked to Tyson's side, "She barely touched you," he said and looked at Karina.

"Lift up your shirt," she ordered, standing back. Tyson blushed with embarresment, only to have Kai lift it up for him. Underneath the fabric was a rather large purple bruise on Tyson's left ribcage. It was definitely a broken rib.

"How bad is it?" Kai asked, letting go of the shirt, allowing to Tyson to straighten it out.

"I'm not sure yet," she answered honestly, grabbing the ear thermometer and checking Tyson's tempreture. The machine bleeped. "...Well, at least we know now why you're sick."

Tyson rolled his eyes, "I'm not sick," he repeated fruitlessly.

"Why didn't you tell me about this!" Kai growled darkly, wanting nothing more than to smack Tyson behind the head.

"Because it's just a bruise!" Tyson yelled back.

"Bruise? You call that a bruise?" Kai snapped, squaring up his shoulders. "When did you get that?"

"In my last match, okay? I didn't feel like showing off the fact that I was too slow to dodge Ming Ming's blade!" Tyson countered defensively.

In the last match, once Dragoon had sent the cyclone on Ming Ming's blade, it was sent flying out of the dish. Everyone missed the fact that it hit Tyson in the chest before rolling down the platform steps. It had been a three out of three victory for the Breakers, no one questioned it.

Kai clenched his hands into fists by his side, dropping his head down.

"The break is inflamed, so your body's natural response is to try and heal it... that left everything else vulnerable, thus the head-cold," Karina explained, sitting back down at her desk.

"But Tyson didn't have a fever when we were training..." Kai started, wondering momentarily if Max just hadn't payed enough attention.

"Feel his forehead now," Karina said with a smile, tearing off the script from the pad.

Kai frowned, not moving from his spot. "Aww, come on, Kai, I won't bite!" Tyson grinned cheekily.

"I'm not going to feel your damn forehead!" Kai glared dangerously at Tyson, only to have Tyson grab Kai's hand and place it right on the forehead.

"See? I didn't bite! I might sneeze and then you'd be pelted by green-"

Kai rapped Tyson's head to get him to quieten down before resuming his previous action. The older blader huffed. He couldn't help but still feel slightly confused by the temperature he felt coming off the boy's forehead. There was no tempreture. It was actually quite cool, slightly damp, but not as hot as he'd expected.

"Guess his tempreture," Karina said, smiling evilly.

"Thirty-eight," Kai answered without missing a beat. He grinning victoriously as her smile dropped momentarily. "You wouldn't have asked if it were below thirty seven and if above, you would've sent him straight to the hospital."

She nodded impressed. "True... fever doesn't show up in everyone the same way... If you feel his chest though, it's hot" she handed Kai the script.

Tyson grinned, "You think I'm hot, doc?" he joked.

"You're cute, Tyson, but no... Make sure he takes that twice a day for the next two weeks... you can just keep his chest bandaged until it's healed," Karina instructed, she smiled as she patted Tyson on the head when she noticed his sad pout. "Poor baby!"

"How long will that take?" Kai's cold voice interrupted them.

"About six weeks, probably more."

"And why's that?"

"I know you. All of you. Once you feel halfway better, you completely forget you're sick or injured and jump right back in the ring... it's actually inspiring," Karina answered.

"What is that?" Tyson asked, peeking at the perscription. Kai snatched the paper away and tucked it inside his pants.

"It's an anti-inflammitory and pain-killer... but it's pretty strong, so don't take it on an empty stomach," Karina explained.

Kai sighed deeply before standing, 'Sorry to burst your bubble, doc, but Tyson always has an empty stomach' he wanted to quip. "Let's go, Tyson."

"Aww, but what about-" Tyson started, but Kai grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out the ward.

"It was good to see you guys too!" Karina called after them, calling in her next patient.

As Tyson and Kai walked down to the cafeteria, Tyson hooked his arm up with Kai's, "Thanks for taking me," he grinned as he spoke, "That was really so sweet! Someone might accuse you of having feelings!"

Kai, thoroughly annoyed already, pinched the bridge of his nose, "Shut up, Tyson."

Meh, not sure if I should continue this... I intended on making a super fluffy fic... but it's turning out more friendshippy and Tyka, I suppose xD Please drop me a message or review if you liked it!

The title of this fic came as a weird piece of inspiration... asterixes are always used to indicate where attention needs to be drawn to, but Tyson, unless he's actively searching for attention, underplays how he really feels and his injuries. So, unless someone is actively paying attention to him, they'd miss the smaller signs of what was REALLY wrong... :)