Reaching Out
Summary: Voltaire falls and while everyone celebrates, Tyson finds tackling someone who laughs at him! It turns out to be the person he least suspected of bumping against and what he sees doesn't prepare him for the things which he'll put himself into.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Beyblade'.
Warning: None in this chapter but it will contain abuse and harassment. Might even be...graphic.
AN: This is quite different from my other Beyblade fics. This is going to be a dark one. Well, more hurt/comfort but definitely less humour. However, as with my other fics, this too will have Uke!Kai and unlike others, a more umm...serious Tyson. So...OOC for Tyson?
Prompt: 'Tyson hears Kai sobbing while he hangs out with Rick but Tyson thinks Kai is laughing...until he sees his face then he intervenes and later finds out that Rick is abusing him'
Thanks to Pheonix09 for providing an awesome prompt. I hope I can do justice to it!
Chapter 1
The party was a blast. Technically, this was the third time that Tyson had been world champion and with the popular theme of good triumphing over evil (or in this case, Voltaire facing major charges with a possible twenty years and BBA being rebuilt), everyone could now sigh in relief and scream out their voices in a well deserved mind blowing, fun doing party.
And everyone was doing exactly that. To the extreme point.
Which was why Tyson was currently trying to sneak out in their backyard, slowly and quietly sliding open the door to the wooden corridor. Of course, there was no need for that. Everyone was distracted...well, that is to say the least but still, he couldn't risk being answerable to anyone who was sober.
At that moment, a very uncharacteristic and uncontrollable laughter coming off from a deep voice made him look like the biggest fool in the whole wide world and Tyson didn't even resist himself from rolling his eyes.
IF anyone was sober, he told himself, IF.
He groaned as he heard an extremely slurry declaration of Independence (wait, what?). It was most likely Eddy but what the hell did he know, right? They all sounded the same by then) and he was grateful for having the place all to himself that day. Gramps wouldn't be extremely happy dealing with that!
Stepping out in the backyard, the bluenette took in a deep breath as he closed his eyes and let his face be grazed by the cool summer breeze.
Oddly enough, even though he should be in there celebrating his hat trick— his and not the Bladebreakers' (well...not anymore)— he didn't really find the energy to do so. He just wanted to be alone. Because...well...over a year, what with his team splitting up and all, he was kinda accustomed to the less noisy atmosphere.
He cringed the moment after at the very mental monologue he was having and immediately shook his head to correct himself.
What? He was ignorant but not deaf! Although...a year with Daichi could actually now make him one! So he was partially deaf maybe, Not TOTALLY!
Right.
So no. Not less noisy maybe. With Daichi even the middle of nowhere couldn't be less noisy. Still, point being the ruckus simply made his head hurt.
He let out a sigh and was about to make himself extremely comfortable out in the open when suddenly, his ears picked up a very low stifle. He waited for a few seconds for it to happen again and when it didn't, he shrugged it off and relaxed on the soft cool grass, barely restraining a sound of satisfaction as his aching and stiff muscles got a nice stretching.
The music was in full blast now and even though the door was closed, he could hear perfectly well someone giggling unbothered and probably bumping against something (most likely the table) which followed a wild feat of laughter and an onslaught of cheers.
Ugh, could you be any louder!
He thought to himself, letting his face twist in annoyance. Funny, how just a year ago someone would say that he was the very epitome of loud and crass.
Well...just a year ago, Someone would probably not miss out the fact that he had his friends before whom he could be that said epitome. Just, FYI.
Now that they were all busy with their new teams and relationships and gushing over a stereotypical All-star boyfriend, he was a bitter sap.
No, Someone. He was not jealous. He was only left behind. Therefore, bitterness justified.
Tyson was just about to let his eyes slide close when again, his ears twitched at the same low sound of a stifle. As he became more alert, he picked up that sound again. And again and again and this time in more frequency and audibility than before!
Confusion clouding him, he stood up and followed the direction from where the sound was coming. Something in the form of a very squeaky and very annoying little voice at the back of his mind told him it was a very bad idea of heading towards a dark corner with absolutely nothing in his hands as a defence.
But for safety's sake (or probably because it was the adrenaline in him), he daftly ignored his semblance of insanity.
As he approached that very dark and lonely corner, he could even feel his heart responding to that tiny voice as it beat faster and faster, growing louder with each step he took forward. His mouth was slowly growing dry and just as the confusion increased— as well as the squeakiness of his mental voice— he stopped just before the turn of the wooden corridor.
His heart was beating faster now and by then, whatever saliva he had in his glands probably dried out completely.
The sound was heard again and Tyson breathed out. Jerking off his hands and neck, he focused in all the courage and rashness he had gathered over the years while he slowly braced himself.
The party was wild inside and apart from the somewhat muffled sounds of people and music, not a single sound could be heard in the neighbourhood. It was well past midnight and it surely wasn't unlikely.
Tyson was basically just by himself.
He licked his lips and silently counted to three.
One...
His heartbeat became more erratic and thrummed against his ears, both of which grew redder and hotter with increasing anticipation.
The squeaky voice inside his mind was all gone now, replaced by a constant mantra that chanted in a constant rhythm.
'Steady...steady...'
Two...
As he positioned himself preparing for a solid launch, his arms slowly moved into a defensive form for quick and easy tackling of the enemy. If it was a burglar, he'd not have his reflexes and Tyson could take him!
Three!
In the blink of an eye, Tyson sprang into the corner and quite efficiently grabbed hold of another body, ignoring the surprised gasp the other gave out as he was tackled to the ground and pinned there.
"Don't move!" Tyson hissed positioning himself over the other's back. He used his knees to hold the person's back and a thigh and his hands acted as strong vices that held the other's nape and a shoulder in place firmly against the ground.
The intruder was still struggling against his weight and Tyson hissed again, grinding his knee further into the other's very solid back, "I said, DON'T MOVE or I am gonna hurt ya!"
The struggling stopped and for a moment, Tyson breathed out in relief. However, his relaxation was extremely short lived when the one below him started wriggling again.
He gritted his teeth and was about to put more of his weight when suddenly, his eyes grew wide as the same stifling sound reached his ears once more.
"What's so funny?" He asked. Clearly the person underneath didn't appreciate or even understand the situation he was in. Or more logically, if he was still in the mood for laughter, he was either crazy or was planning something extremely diabolical and that wouldn't end well for Tyson. Not at all.
The sound didn't stop and Tyson was now getting on edge. "Do I look like a joker to ya, buddy?" He asked and as a response, the other one simply let out a hiss and a snort as he began turning his head.
Tyson was immediately alarmed at that but he kept his ground nonetheless. He had a nutcase in his hands and thanks to the awesome broken backyard lighting, he really had to suppress his inquisitiveness about the person underneath him.
The first thing that he figured was the spiky thick hair the other person possessed. Then he took in how built his body was and the clothing he was wearing was mostly leather by the feel of it.
Blue eyes slowly narrowed in confusion as curiosity overtook him. The other person snorted and hissed and tried to lift his body up from the ground. Sensing that, Tyson gave a very little leeway— just enough for the other to turn his face.
A little more...a little more...come on!
His heart started thrumming again and he could feel a familiar burning sensation in his ears while trepidation clustered in his mind.
Finally his eyes met a pair of bright ones and immediately Tyson's eyes widened as pure shock took over him.
"What the—"
He gasped out, scrambling to get off from the other as soon as he could. The intruder slowly rose from the ground and looked back very disdainfully at the bluenette.
From the way he panted, Tyson could easily guess that he was absolutely not counting on being tackled to the ground like that and was tired a little having an unexpected weight on top of him.
The spiky haired person now stood up and before Tyson could even ask or say anything, he let out a snarl and went further towards the dark corner.
As for Tyson, he was completely dumbfounded. He followed the other and called out behind him.
"Wait, whoa! Hey hold on!"
However, the other didn't take any interest and did his best to avoid Tyson.
"Wait up! I'm sorry. Thought you were some burglar or something." Tyson tried his best to apologize but the other didn't even spare him a second glance.
He simply let out a 'hm' and walked away, leaving Tyson wide-eyed and gaped as every form of shock and surprise rushed into his brain.
He rubbed his fingers, unsure of what had just happened when suddenly a gasp escaped Tyson's lips at the feel of a wet sensation registering in his brain. He lifted his hand and rubbed his fingers again.
Nope, no doubt about that. The wetness definitely came from his fingers.
He frowned.
Didn't he use that hand to hold down his shoulder? Yes, of course he did. His frown deepened as he realized that in the process of doing so, his hand accidentally brushed the other's cheeks and...
Yet again, Tyson found his eyes widening as realization smashed into his brain.
Of course! That had to be it! What other explanation he had?
The wetness he felt transferred to his fingers from the other boy's cheek!
His eyes widened further more and was now threatening to be pop out from his sockets as another bout of realization crashed on to his mind. In fact, his mind was smashed against so many times in that very short span of moment that Tyson felt absolutely numb— unable to speak anything and do anything—as he stared at the direction where the other went with his mouth hanging ajar.
What could've happened? He found himself wondering as the circumstances and the person concerned didn't match at all!
Kai, what happened to you?
AN: So that's it for chapter 1. Like it? Hate it? Any opinions are welcomed and if you guys have any suggestions, fill me in! :D Please review.