Out of all the female characters in Bey Blade Hilary was my favorite. I honestly don't know why, I mean sometimes now I think she is annoying but maybe it's because we both have brown hair that I liked her. Either way she is still one of my favorite females in the series.
Call My Name
That was the last straw. She's told him that at least a million times before. But this time she means it. She really does. She walks away and isn't going to turn around this time. He's ruined her night for the last time. Something always happens and it seems like she is the one who suffers every time.
"Hilary, come on!"
He's calling out to her. It's cold and she can see her breath while she walks down the street, her legs feel frozen stiff. But she keeps walking through the slush, thankfully she wore the black heels that strapped tight around her ankle or else she would be barefoot by now. The sky is dark and the streets are quiet, there's no sight of a cab, her cell phone is dead, and she's at least 40 blocks away from home.
"I was only kidding around!"
She can hear him running, his feet slapping the melting snow and she can hear his voice getting closer; he's almost out of breath. By the time he catches up to her he is huffing, she knows his throat and lungs feel like they are on fire from the cold. But the scowl on her face stays and she doesn't look at him. She's upset with him and she wants him to know she is tired of him embarrassing her.
"I said I was sorry!"
He's made his way right next to her and is matching her pace. He reaches out and grabs her arm, she has no choice but to stop. She does, in a puddle of cold ice water and turns to look at him. His face is red and sweat is dripping down, he was in such a rush following her that he didn't zip his coat up; Tyson hates the cold….
He looks so pathetic.
"Hila-"
"Stop, Tyson.", she cuts him off. "Don't you ever, ever, EVER through a snow ball at me again."
She zips his coat up and he laughs, she isn't scowling anymore. To be honest she forgave him the moment that he ran after her, calling out her name.
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Riddles
Tyson does a lot of things that bother her. He doesn't make his clothing in the dirty hamper, he leaves food out, he never throws his garbage away, he makes messes and doesn't clean them up, etc. etc. It's like living with her Brother or a small child that does nothing but eat, burps, scratches his butt, and hogs all the blankets at night.
It drives her nuts.
She doesn't know why she puts up with it. She doesn't understand, how he can still act the same like they were still 15. He even looks the same as he did then, same hat; same long hair, same pig attitude. But she still loves him. She knows this, while watching him at the dojo teaching children the proper stances.
"Look at him."
"So attractive."
"Great with kids, too."
"I like it when he gets' sweaty and takes the top half off."
"Me, too!"
Hilary listens to the Mother's talking, talking about Tyson. Obviously they don't know she is there, they are too busy talking amongst themselves about her Husband. A part of her wants to clear her throat, alert the woman she is there and can hear every word they speak. But the other half of her doesn't.
But then again….
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Oath
Their story is so classic; High School sweethearts that married soon after graduation. It's a bit romantic, actually. One more tournament, he told her, just one more local tournament. Like every other time before she tagged along, truth is she thought it would be the last time they were all together; the six of them.
But that's life.
Everyone was planning to go off and do their own thing, Rei was going back to China to be with his family and friends from the village; he had been homesick lately. Max was going, too, back to America to help his Mother at the company. Kenny had been accepted into some kind of school program, he would be leaving for two year. And everyone knew Kai would do what he is known for; disappear.
So Hilary wanted to make it special, it was special. The last day of the tournament she made everyone get together and put their hands one on top of another on top of each other's. She made everyone promise that even though they were going on with their lives they would still remember each other; she made them promise that this wouldn't be the last time they saw each other.
She was surprised by how much she cried.
But she was even more surprised when the tournament ended. Tyson had won, there was never a doubt really. The surprise came during his victory speech, when he asked for his beautiful girlfriend to come join him on stage; and when she did he got down on one knee and asked her to marry him. He promised if she said yes that they would be together always, because he loved her.
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Emotions
That was years ago, they were barely 18. She thinks it's so stupid, how things have changed; how feelings can change so easily. She thinks it's stupid how she can love someone so much and then her thoughts can change just as quickly. She feels like it's fading, their love for each other; and there isn't anything she can do.
She still loves him, there is no doubt.
She wonders if he feels the same. If he feels like their light is flickering, that their bond is breaking, that their tight and strong hold on each other is slipping. If he is feeling like that would he do anything about it. Wouldn't he talk to her, to see what to do; if she feels the same.
She doubts it.
That isn't like Tyson. He is so head strong, he is so childish. If there were a problem he didn't know how to fix he would ignore it until it went away. She wonders if that is why he has added hours to the Dojo, teaching extra classes. She wonders if he thinks she doesn't see a problem he sees.
It makes her chest hurt.
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Kings and Queens
He really is something, she thinks. When he was barely a teenager he was already something like a celebrity and his name only become better known. He is talented when it comes to Bey Battles, he's only lost a handful of times. He only participated in tournaments for 10 years but he is still looked up to by Bladers, young and old.
He enjoys it, that kind of fame.
It's been six years since the last time he was in a tournament and about five years since he's let a blade rip. But he is still invited to parties and even asked to be a Guest Judge from time to time, he's even taught young up and coming Bladers as well as announced a few tournaments. His joy from it all hasn't faded but his love for it has….
If that makes sense.
He still goes to the parties, though. Like tonight, they are at a boat party for a local champion. She's never met the kid, or seen one of his battles on t.v., or even can remember his name; all she knows is that Tyson gave him advice and now he's famous. But when the beautiful golden invitation arrived in the mail she got Tyson's suit and picked out what dress she should wear.
"How's it going, Pretty Lady?"
She is something like a small celebrity, herself. Fans of the Blade Breakers know her as something like a cheer leader. She doesn't hate, but she isn't completely comfortable in the light of attention; she thinks being called the Queen of Blading is a little much; and Tyson being the King only fuel's his big head.
"Just fine, Your Highness.", Hilary smiles.
He leans against the boat railing, handing her a tall slender champagne glass filled to the rim with golden bubbles, a bright red strawberry is at the bottom. One of her favorites, they both know. It's his way of apologizing, even though she was the one who made him go. She takes the glass and has a sip, it's so sweet she can't help but shiver.
"Are you cold?"
She shakes her head but stands closer to him, turning her back and letting his chin rest on her shoulder. It isn't cold out, actually it's a nice clear spring night. It rained earlier and left a fine misty fog over the water, it's only a little chilly she thinks. It looks pretty, though.
"No.", she tells him. "But I am glad it isn't snowing."
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Insanity
There isn't enough time in the day. There isn't enough money. There isn't enough alone time. There are too many errands, there are too much ingredients for a simple meal. The line is too long at the bank, there are too many bills. Hilary is too overwhelmed and he is just fine.
Nothing is enough.
They aren't making enough money, she tells her Mother. She needed a break; she has for awhile now. She had a complete break down at school, after her class was out; she just sat at her desk and cried until her eyes burned. When she got home she told Tyson, about how she's felt; he only told her that was too bad and asked what she expected him to do about it.
So she left.
Only for a week, she told him everyone. It was perfect timing, actually. The Summer break had just begun and it's been so long since she's seen her Parents. Tyson didn't stop her, either. He had plenty of chances; after she told him, while she was packing, and even when she got into the car.
The insane part; she regretted it the moment she drove away.
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Danger Ahead
Regretted being a key word. She misses him, still, she does. But after a night, entire day, and another night with no word from him; no call to her phone, no text form him, and no call for her from her Parent's phone….she didn't regret her choice so much. By her second day she was over it all in a sense.
Because her life isn't all bad.
It's the summer months after all. She hates the heat; the sweat, it makes her so tired but she can't sleep at night because it's so hot. She gets exhausted after fanning herself only a few minutes. But on the flip side there are ice bars, swimming in the ocean and very best of all: Summer Festivals.
And that means cute Yukatas'.
She goes with her Mother a few days before the festival, they shop around for the perfect Summer Kimono. Hilary prefers soft colors, like white and light pink, and she looks for floral prints instead of cranes and waves. Her Mother is the opposite, she looks for dark blues and even black with cranes of gold.
Just like Tyson's.
He only has one. It's black with stripes and a dragon that wraps around the cloth, highlighted in gold. It's old and tattered, the entire Yukata. The stripes are so faded you almost can't see them. The gold thread is faded, too. It's got many holes and tears, but the cloth is so old that sewing them all up has become impossible. It's honestly become worthless, but she knows why he keeps it.
It was his Grandpa's.
She doesn't think about that, though. She puts on her own brand new summer kimono. White with pink feather lined with silver and soft pastel colored flowers around the base, sleeves, and collar. She does her hair up in a high bun with a pink bow. She looks at herself in the mirror and then heads downstairs to met her Mother; her Father is already at the festival running a booth of sweets.
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Tea
The Festival went great. The night was nice; a perfect warming cool-not overly heated in the overly crowded temple grounds. She felt beautiful, many men looked at her and even a few woman. Her Father's booth of sweets was selling well, too. Her Mother had one many prizes, and so had she. Especially when it came to the fish scoop.
She is the best.
She won at least 70 fish. But almost all of them she put back. She looked over each and every one, inspecting every inch of their body. She wanted the fish with the longest fins, clearest eyes, and brightest colors. When she was done she ended up with two. Just in time for her Father to take a break and walk around with her; the three of them.
As a family.
She remembers he looked odd, he was a bit sweaty and slow moving and his face was a bit pale. But he insisted he was fine and continued walking along. They didn't make it 20 steps before he went limp and just collapsed to the ground. Hilary was in shock, so was her Mother. She acted without thinking, dropping everything and falling to his side telling her Mother to call for help.
Her prize fish didn't flop around for long.
She remembers when Tyson's Grandpa had died, when that day had come. Grandpa had died on this same day five years ago. It was the first time he had had any kind of medical problems, a mild heart attack the Doctors said. They said he would probably be released in a few days and to go home and get some rest. But Tyson knew it would be soon, after they left the hospital he told her so.
'This will be the last time I see him.'
They went home at two in the morning, she remembers neither of them bothered to take off their shoes or even their clothing. They just marched to the futon and immediately went to sleep. She woke up a few hours later from Tyson sitting straight up in bed; his hands on his head and tears coming down his face. Then the phone rang and it all made sense.
She wonders if her Father is going to die.
Tyson tells her not to worry as he sits down next to her in the hospital lobby. Her Father was rushed in and the Doctor only would speak with her Mother. Left alone she called Tyson; he was there as quick as he could be. He hands her a cup of tea, warm but not burning; she knows that smell. It's the most bitter smell of green tea with a hint of oolong tea to tone it down.
Grandpa's own special blend.
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Devil In Disguise
Tyson may have his bad points; like being lazy, eating too much, only thinking about himself. But really that isn't true. He was only a call away, and the look on his face when he arrived; not knowing what was going to happen-the same as her; she knew she loved him still and it was going to be okay. And it was. The Doctor came out and said other than being dehydrated and overly excited about the festival he will be fine, no need to worry.
So she went back home.
And things got better. The budgeted and made it work, then the Dojo became twice as successful as it was before after Daichi said in an interview he trained there. She got a raise at her job and offered a great benefits' package. Everything was great; it's hard to think that their relationship can be anything besides good.
But it can.
Like when Grandpa died. He was so stressed out and couldn't come to terms with it, the only outlet he had was to yell. He shouted at her, called her names, and even pushed her away. But she knew it wasn't at her. She could understand; his Parents and Brother coming around, wanting their share of things with only a money value and nothing sentimental.
After it all he begged for forgiveness.
She heard them all, telling Tyson what to do. Because Grandpa left everything to Tyson he had to be in charge of selling the dojo and his other belongings, as well as throwing useless things out. Everyone wanted their share. Tyson shouted at them, calling them out on abandoning him and Grandpa; they got nothing.
Tyson still wears his Grandpa's favorite Hawaiian shirt.
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Fallen Down
Tyson fell from the top. It was a hard way down, she thinks. Being no one and then all of a sudden becoming someone so popular and sought after; and then just slowly fading away. It was hard for him, she knows. She remembers him from when they were teenagers, how annoying he was; but looking at him now he is so mature.
When did she start to love him?
She asks herself that more than once. She always asks herself, seriously, at night. Like now, he's sitting in the center of the Dojo outside next to the koi pond. It's almost three in the morning and it's just a little bit chilly out. She is barefoot but walks out along the dirt, pass the zen gardens, and finally next to pond. He doesn't say anything but he looks at her.
He looks so sad.
She doesn't say anything, there isn't anything to say. He turns his eyes back to the sky; there aren't any stars and only half a moon. She walks behind him and sits down next to him. She sighs and falls down on her back, looking up at the sky. She tells him it would be easier to see if he laid down. He does and she grabs his hand; he holds on tight.
"Love you."
She tells him she loves him, too. This is the road she took, after all. It's had bumps and a few twists and turns, and even a forks along the way. But never a dead end. She isn't completely unhappy with it, the choices she's made. But sometimes it's best to take a break and look up at the stars at night.
The sky is clear tonight, though.
I only have this chapter done and ready. I'm one of those people who do five different things at once. This isn't really a major one for me, it's been so long since I have seen BeyBlade it's hard to remember everything. Motivation comes in quick spurts.