"get out"
"But Tyson, I just wanna help"
"I said get out"
"what on earth is wrong with you?"
"I said GET OUT!"
The table smashed against the wall and clattered to the ground.
"I don't understand why you're doing this!"
"I warned you"
"W-what are you doing?"
"Just…shut your mouth"
The beyblade tournament was announced once again. Over the years, it had slowly developed a knot in Tyson's stomach. The world champ was undefeated, but the taste of victory had turned to ash in his mouth. His former team mates kept going off in order to go against him and no matter how many times they tell him they would always be friends, the boat was getting to be a dot on the distance
He felt alone.
A few hours later, the news broke out. The world champion refused to compete. The teams around the world couldn't see the picture and the pieces of the puzzle didn't seem to fit. The original members of the Bladebreakers decided to rush to Japan from where-ever they were in the world. But nothing could prepare them for what they found when they arrived
She was crying in a heap on the floor. Throwing the broken table leg to one side, Tyson headed for the door and flung it open.
"You better be gone by the time I get back" his voice dark and distant. Then he Slamed the door plunging the room into darkness.