Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade.
Notes: I wanted to get this up in time for the day. (Hey look I'm early. Shocking.)
Summary: Twelve parts, each with a holiday theme. Put them together, what do you get? The twelve days of TyHil, of course.
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Tyson rolled over, presumably for the first time. His dreams were turkey dinner induced and rather pleasant. Hilary had even made him an extra turkey, all his own, for Thanksgiving dinner the night before. Afterward, Kai had trained them into the ground, but even he eventually had to succumb to the overwhelming amount of turkey dinner he had consumed. The gang laughed as Kai blamed his lethargic behavior on some chemical in turkey none of them understood.
Meanwhile, Kai had just awoke. Rubbing the sleep from his pale amythyst eyes, he glanced around the room. As per usual, he performed a head count, only to come up one head short. Immediately, he drew out his cell phone, turning it on silently. It was just before four am. Hilary was an early riser, but this was rediculous. Although, he did realize that promptly after eating her dinner and desert the night before, she went to bed rather early.
He walked silently, padding past his male team mates. They slept on, hardly aware of the captain's movement. The Russian walked out to the kitchen where Hilary sat, idly tracing the rim on a cup of coffee. When she saw him, no surprise crossed her features. She immediately got up, sashayed to the coffee pot, and provided him with a cup of black brew.
"Hn."
She looked up at him, causing him to do a double take. On her face was a trace amount of pink eye-shadow, amongst black eyeliner and mascara. Where was she going?
"Is Tyson awake?"
Kai made no response, which answered the brunette's question. She promptly walked to the kitchen sink, pulled a bucket out of the cupboard beneath it, and proceeded to fill it with ice cold water. She pushed back a few loose strands of her chestnut hair, smirked at the still confused captain, and walked into the room where all of them slept.
She tip-toed carefully, avoiding the others that did not need to be woken up at this early hour. The ice water would be used as a last resort, though it provided for quite a threat.
Tyson snored lightly, sleeping with the covers of his sleeping bag pulled up to his chin. Her girly senses regarded him as adorable, but she knew that all good things came to an end. After all, it was the day after Thanksgiving, Black Friday. The biggest shopping day of the year and one of Hilary's all-time favorite days.
"Tys," she purred gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. One of his immediately clasped hers, scaring the daylights out of her. His thumb stroked the back of her hand, consistant with the beat of his heart and breathing.
Snapping out of her daydream, Hilary used her other hand to get a few drops of water on her fingertips.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Drip?
"Ahh!" Tyson yelled, shooting straight up from his sleeping bag, desperately wiping the drops of water off the bridge of his nose. Either the roof was leaking, or someone was trying to wake him up. He detested either one.
Groaning followed from the boys on the floor near him. Hilary smirked and gave him a hard stare.
"Uh, Tyson?"
The champion, acustomed to seeing Hilary waking him up every morning, answered groggily. "What?"
She smirked and held up her limp hand, which he was still clasping. "I want to use my hand today, and it would help if you didn't have it in a strangle hold."
Suddenly awake, nervous laughter erupted from the back of his throat. He released her hand, causing her to smile. He looked at her, bewildered. "What are you doing?" He grabbed his cell phone, checking the time. "It's too early!" He yelled, throwing himself back into the sleeping bag.
"Keep it down, would ya?" Daichi yelled angrily. Grunts of approval followed from all sides.
A moment of silence passed. Tyson was desperately trying to get back to sleep, when --
"Ooph." More silence. Then, "Hil, did you have to go and sit on me?"
"Get up or I'll start bouncing on you."
"Do you have to sit on me?" He repeated, in a whisper.
She shruged and bounced once on his stomach, just for kicks. All the air in his stomach left him weezing for air. "C'mon, Tyson, you promised. I made dinner, you go shopping."
"I'm exhausted," he huffed, coughing from the lack of air.
"The sooner we go, the sooner we get back," She said teasingly.
Tyson groaned, though much quieter this time. "You're lying to me."
She laughed quietly. "Of course, but I'll buy breakfast and lunch. Maybe even dinner too. We could go to that All-You-Can-Eat Buffet..."
The blunette's stomach rumbled on cue. "Stupid food... I hate you Hil. I absolutely hate you."
She pouted and got off him. "Love you too," she said sarcastically. "Now get your ass out of bed before I dump this water on you."
"Aww, c'mon. The bucket too?"
She giggled. "Of course. Do you really think that I trust you? You're no better than you were when you were in eigth grade."
"The feeling's mutual." Silence followed once more. Then a splash. "Hilary!"
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Tyson groaned. It was already well past noon, and they had been shopping since five-thirty that morning. "Hil, I thought shopping was supposed to be fun!"
The brunette turned and gave him a smile, before her attention returned to one of the Christmas displays. There were countless other people pushing and shoving past the blunette champion, trying to reach the same place.
A moment later, Hilary emerged from the group of shoving shoppers. "Shopping is fun Tyson. You've just got to get into that holiday spirit."
"Huh. I don't see how beating up little old ladies for that scarf is worth much."
"It's for my Aunt, Tyson. I'm not shopping for me."
"Still! It's not even December."
"It will be soon," The ruby-eyed girl countered. "Now c'mon, there's another store I want to go to. We have to find a checkout first."
He groaned. "Hil, can't we go get food? I'm starving!"
Hilary reached out and grabbed Tyson's arm, pulling him in her direction. She swiftly navigated through multiple crowds of shoppers. When she looked back at him, she smiled gently. "After this, okay?"
The champion sulked. Why did he have to be a sucker for her smile? This one looked nice and sweet and harmless, but Hilary could be known to go back on these sorts of things. When they stopped walking and ended up at the back of a very long line, he set down one of the bags and readjusted his cap.
"How do girls tolerate all this shopping?" The champ sighed. "I'm bushed and it isn't even lunchtime."
She shrugged, picking up the bag he dropped. Tyson reached for it; it was the heaviest one. She lifted it like it was full of feathers. "I've had to do this for my mom. Shopping builds plenty of muscles. How else do you think I'd make it through one of Kai's 'extra-special' training sessions?"
Tyson smirked. That was definitely something he hadn't taken into consideration. Hilary did wield those shopping bags rather skillfully, and he could easily attest to the fact that they were anything but light. Durring the next few minutes he watched her wait patiently in line. The patient part was where he hit a snag.
"Hey, Hil?"
"What's up?"
"How do you wait patiently. You're never patient."
She hit him over the head with the bag in her hand. Ouch. "Oi! What was that for?"
Beaming, she acted like it had never happened. "Hmm, Tyson, what do you think we should get Kai for Christmas?"
The champion nursed his large-sized bump. That woman was evil. Pure evil.
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Hilary sat back, watching as her companion on this shopping trip literally stuffed it in. She sighed and leaned back, used to his behavior. The rest of the world disregarded his actions because he was a world champion. If she, however, were to eat more than one french fry at a time with her hands, a picture of her, taking a bite, would be found all over the tabeloids with a headline of 'Anorexic Hilary Tachibana Attempts to Mask Eating Problem.'
She laughed. If you ate next to Tyson, it automatically looked like you did have an eating problem.
"Hey Hil, why're you laughing?"
She looked up to see the champion glancing at her confusedly. She shrugged. "You're a piece of work," She said finally, not knowing how else to sum up her thoughts. He nodded happily, glad to know nothing had changed and continued hogging all of the food.
Hilary haphazzardly went through some of the bags to her left. She had bought gifts for Max, Ray, Daichi, and Kenny. Her relatives were already covered, and her mama's gift had been taken care of. Kai's gift, she realized had also been covered. That left one person and one other thing she needed to take care of.
"Tys," She began almost quietly, "What do you want for Christmas?"
The champion looked up at her, surprise coveting his features. He pointed to himself. "Me?"
She nodded. "Well I've got gifts for everyone else, and I just need a dress for the gala(1)."
He placed a finger to his nose. "Chocolate," he began, and then thought some more. "Maybe a new launcher or something, but I don't know what else I could want. I'm sure I'll like it ,whatever it is."
"Wanna go looking after lunch?"
The champ sighed. "Before or after you get this dress?"
She smiled. "After." He groaned, but she explained the method to his madness. "Hey, we're making good time, and if we go looking for the dress, it's more peace and quiet for you."
"Peace 'n quiet?"
"I'm not going just anywhere for my dress, Tyson. I'm going to a boutique."
"Bow-tiki?"
She rolled her eyes. "Wipe the mustard off your face, Tyson."
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Hilary allowed the poking and prodding only a few times each year. Obviously when she had to go to any formal occasion required by her family, school dances that were manditory by her female friends' standards, and the upcoming event, though it was not required. Not even her teammates went, save the blunette who critiqued each outfit in his own 'special' way.
"Well?" The girl turned around once, allowing the teen to see all parts of the creme colored dress. It was long, but not to the floor. Honestly, Hilary did not like it, but the dress's color made her look tanner. She merely showd him to keep him semi-interested.
The boy snorted. "You look kinda like those rolls that Ray makes. If you want to look like that then you're perfect!" He smiled his most charming, little kiddish smile.
Hilary smiled back. "Those rolls are round, Tyson. What are you trying to say?"
"That you have a nice as- ask one of those sales people. Isn't that their job?" The champion sighed in relief when she shook her head confusedly and walked away. "That one was too close, he realized in defeat. He couldn't be caught dead giving her a compliment, much less one that could easily be turned against him.
He watched her walk off and smirked as she inquired with one of the associates. The woman watched her walk off and blushed. Then, the woman walked out to where he sat, stretched across one of the plush white couches.
"Your girlfriend must not have realized what you meant," she said slyly.
Tyson blushed, "She's not exactly my girlfriend," he said sheepishly, poking his index fingers together. "We're best friends," he continued, clearing his throat for emphasis.
The associate nodded knowingly. "Well then, I wish you luck with her, though I wonder who's going to buy the dress?" She turned and walked away, winking his direction.
He reached up, removed his hat and ran a hand through his hair, gulping. Do I really feel that way about Hilary? She can really be annoying sometimes. He wondered some more before his thoughts were interrupted by the clicking of heels against the marble floor of the boutique.
"What do you think?" She asked, a soft pink tint on her cheeks. The associate that had just spoken with him looked almost antsy, trying to see what he thought. Tyson figured that the woman must have said something to Hilary, or else she really, really loved that dress. "You're the one who has to see me in it," she continued.
The champion revisited the traditional custom. Unless one of them -- meaning Tyson, to whom the event mostly applied -- had a significant other, the two of them would go to the gala together. He looked down, finally noticing the floor-length dress that adorned her body.
Apparently she had curves too, he noticed, since he had never seen them at last year's events. This was the only time he really saw Hilary dress up, and it was a treat. Last year he had been so flustered when he saw the teenaged girl he nearly forgot to put on shoes before they left. He was used to her wearing skirts, but in those dresses, he realized that she wasn't just one of the guys. She could actually be -- gulp -- a girl.
"Tyson?" Hilary called, quietly. The champion shook his head and looked at the dress. It was ivory in color, floor length, and had a low-cut v-neck. Tyson watched it's almost aquatic flow down her body, mesmerized. Between the waves of the skirt portion, navy-colored mesh from a layer below the ivory colored silk illuminated the skirt, attracting much-needed attention to the newly gained fullness of her hips.
The girl blushed a bit harder. "Tyson, you're staring."
The champion blinked a few times before looking up at her again. "You want it?" He asked.
She looked confused. "Yeah, why?"
"Nothing, nothing," he said immediately. "Did you get all those accesories you wanted?"
She nodded. The matching shoes, clutch, and hair pieces were all included with the dress. "Yeah. If you're cool with this one, I'll get changed and we'll go."
"Okay," he said, and she quickly exited the main room, to go in back and get changed. The associate who spoke to him before smiled as he pulled out his credit card.
"Credit or debit?" She asked, as he handed it to her.
A few clicks and some chatter from the register later, he was handed a receit. The dress, complete with accessories had come to just under ten thousand dollars American. He was used to thinking in that currency anyway, but he would never tell her how much he spent.
"So this is it?" Another associate asked, tucking back a strand of brunette hair.
The first woman shook her head. "It's taken care of, Mei," She said simply, giving Tyson a sweet gaze. Taking the dress from the younger associate, the woman handed it to Hilary. "Have a nice day, you two."
"Thanks," Tyson chimed, ushering Hilary out of the boutique before she could ask any questions. Behind him, he swore he heard the two associates laughing.
Hilary skidded to a stop the second they were a few feet away from the boutique. "What was that all about?" She demanded, hands on her hips?"
Laughing nervously, Tyson said nothing. Hilary grabbed him by the collar.
"Well? I know they don't just give those dresses away, so you better start speaking now, you dolt!"
The champion seethed. "Well I'm sorry, I figured since you're going with me out of the goodness of your heart, I'd buy your dress. Is that okay with you, Miss Wicked Witch of Whatever Grade We're In?!"
For a second, just for a second, he thought she might have dropped that dress. Her eyes were about as wide as saucers and her jaw hung. "You bought it?"
He shrugged. "Who else would have?"
Almost immediately, he noticed that her arms were around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. Awkwardly, he hugged her back, moreso holding her than the squeezing she was doing. As soon as it had began, though, she released him, but not before kissing him on the cheek. "That was really sweet of you, Tyson."
When she continued walking, waiting purposely for him to stay beside her, he realized something. For all the times they had fought, that almost made everything worth it.
Almost.
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Walking through the crowded corridors of Bakuten's only shopping mall, Tyson made sure to securely hold onto Hilary's hand. Even the brunette had no complaints, as she knew he would easily become lost, being the dolt that he was. Occasionally, the passers by would give them strange looks, looks he would easily deflect with a cool glance. People had been expecting him to hold Hilary's hand at some point, but he was sure that the tabeloids would be hosting a picture of it within the next few days.
"What are we looking for, anyways?"
She shrugged. "You still need a Christmas gift, duh!"
"You're going to let me pick it out?"
She looked at him like he had nothing but rocks in his head. "No, silly, I'm going to let you show me what you want. I'm not going to buy it in front of you, that would ruin the surprise."
His mouth held a distinct 'O' shape, but he continued to allow him to pull her though the groups of people. "So," he began casually, "How about this store?"
She smiled and nodded. "Okay!"
Surprisingly, she was nothing but attentive as she listened to him ramble on about what he'd like for Christmas. He pointed out parts that he would like, different launchers, beyblades, and even a rip cord or two. She nodded once and a while, before he sighed, saying that he was done looking.
"Hey, why don't you go look at something else for a little bit," she said, after a moment's thought. "I know exactly what I'm going to get you."
He nodded, realizing that he could probably get her gift out of the way. "Okay. Maybe I'll go find something for you," he relayed, causing her to blush lightly.
"You don't have to get me anything, Tyson. That dress was more than enough."
He shrugged. "I'm just a nice guy."
"You spent like ten thousand dollars on me!"
He shrugged again. "And you still tolerate my stupidity and bad eating habits. I figure you might be worth it."
She stared at him as he walked off. A moment later she shook her head and walked to the register.
"Miss, would you like to order something for your boyfriend?"
She sighed. Here we go again, she thought, more people assuming Tyson is my boyfriend. It was nothing new, though it got old after a while. Especially when part of her wanted it to happen. "Yeah. I want a custom-made launcher. Think you can hook me up?"
The man nodded. "Just give me the general outline."
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Oh man, Tyson thought, I'm sunk. He had been wandering around one of those jewelry stores for about half an hour now, and Hilary would probably come for him soon. He knew that she liked jewelry, especially fancy stuff. Then again, all girls liked jewelry and Hilary was not just 'any girl.' Of course that sounded rather corny and she could never, under any circumstances be made aware of that fact.
"Sir, can I help you?"
Tyson nodded eagerly. "I want to buy something for my friend."
"Do you know what kind of piece you'd like to go with?" The young woman that stood on the other side of the jewelry cases smiled gently, obviously no virgin to the many young men who had no idea whatsoever about a woman's tastes.
"I think a necklace," He said sheepishly.
She nodded and pulled out a booklet from beneath the counter. "Why don't you look through it and point out some of the things you might think she'd like."
The champion took the book and sat down on one of the provided stools before the counter. Occasionally, his eyes would light up at the things he saw that she might like, but eventually, only one made the cut.
The jeweler smiled. "You have good taste," she said sweetly. "Journey Diamond," She explained, picking one up from a nearby display case. It had a series of six circular shaped diamands in a slithery shape that dangled delicately from the silver chain. "That's one of the most popular styles this season. She'll love it for sure. What kind of stone would you like? You can go the cubic zerconia, Swarzoski crystal, or real diamond route."
Tyson smirked. Nothing less than the best was satisfactory. He'd stolen that line from Kai. "Real diamonds, for sure."
"That'll put you up a few thousand dollars, sir."
"I've got the money," he said simply.
She nodded. "Alright, what kind of diamond would you like?"
Thinking, the champion tried to decide what would best fit her. Then he realized the simplest factor he could. Girls liked pink, didn't they? He smirked and agreed with himself, knowing that it would be the right decision. "Do you have anything in pink?"
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Just as she left the beyblading store, she caught sight of Tyson, heading straight for her. "Good timing."
He nodded and gave her a sly look. "What, no bag?"
She nudged him. "I don't see you with a bag either!"
Shrugging, he sighed. "I had to order your gift."
"What do you know? Me too." She beamed and looked down at her watch. "Wanna go back to the car? I think I'm just about done here."
Faking some choking noises, Tyson caught a sarcastic look gracing her features. "You, a girl, are done shopping? Don't give me that, I know you could keep going for hours."
She never denied it. "Yeah, well I thought maybe we could go hit the buffet. You ate most of my lunch when you inhaled yours, remember?"
Tyson pumped his fist up in the air. "Sweet! Buffet, here we come!"
Hilary rolled her eyes, but allowed him to grab her wrist and pull her toward the exit. What she did not know, was that there was a small box in his vest as well.
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Notes: Okay, now that that's over with, hopefully it wasn't too pointless. This fic is kind-of a multi chaptered fic, but you could probably view each part as it's own little one-shot. I thought it would be cute to put this up today since tomorrow is Black Friday for us Americans, meaning the biggest shopping day of the year. I know little about Japanese culture and traditions, but Hilary always seemed rather American-ish to me. This was also rather long, I had never intended it to extend beyond five pages, but apparently it's ten(- more for you, I suppose).
(1) This will come into effect in a later part. Each year, Stanley Dickenson holds a Winter/Christmas Gala. Since it isn't manditory for anyone other than the World Champion, Tyson goes. Hilary comes with him as an escort, since it is a rather traditional red carpet affair.
Next Time: Hilary comes over to the Dojo to help with the Christmas decorations. Chaos ensues, especially when Tyson supposedly 'in charge.' (More humor is to be expected.)
Thanks for reading and please review!
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