Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
It was all so sudden. We were training as usual when he fell down, ill. He was rushed to the hospital and we got word the next day. He died from heart failure. He was always so strong-willed, yet carefree most of the time. I have his blade now, he wanted me to have it. I cry myself to sleep every night even now. Its been a full year, but I can't help it, I'm the only one who hasn't gotten over it. I think the others may have forgot abought him, I'm not so carefree anymore. I haven't even smiled since he died. I'm holding Dragoon now, I just couldn't sleep, it's the anniversary of the day he died. I looked up when I heard something, then I saw him. Tyson, standing right there in my doorway, as if he were alive, but how. I got up and walked over to him, I slowly put my hand to his check, almost expecting him to vanish. He's solid! My hand didn't go threw him, but how? He looked at me, that same old smile on his face, but he's dead, he has been for a year. I was to scared to go to his funeral, scared of the truth, but now here he is. I backed up slowly, scared of what I was seeing, he was back from the dead, who knows what he wants. We were friends but I've heard the undead can be cruel. He looks sad, the frightened, I'm not sure why but he just shook his head. "Stop!" He yells, I can fell it enter my mind but not threw my ears, now I'm really scared. I keep backing up until I fill something against my back, but it breaks away and I don't realize until it's to late that it was the full leant window. I fell out the window to ground from the third floor and lay there motionless, barely breathing. "Max, I tried to tell you, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I should have known you'd be scared when you saw me, everyone's afraid of ghosts."
"Tyson, why did you come back?" I asked, ignoring the pain invading my back.
"I saw you crying every night, so I came to tell you that I was happy in the next world, and to stop crying because everyone dies sooner or later, at least mine was painless. I've had that heart problem for as long as I can remember, I knew it'd kill me soon." Tyson said gently picking me up.
"I thought ghosts went though everything. Why are you solid?" I asked hiding my face in his chest.
"Ghosts can only go though walls and doors." Tyson replied, he took me to the cemetery and straight to his own grave. "They didn't mark anything on my tombstone, I wanted you to know which one it was." Tyson put me down on the ground over where his body was buried and showed me a tombstone shaped like a wingless dragon.
"Dragoon?" I asked putting my hand on it, forgetting my own injuries.
"Yes, a regrest from my grandfather." Tyson replied, I then realized he had his hand on my back.
"It doesn't hurt that much, the ground was soft." I said to reassure him, he sighed in relief and set down by me.
"I can only come once a year, on this day." Tyson said, I looked at him and nodded understanding. It was nearly midnight when I got back home and Tyson sat down in a rocking chair. I sat in his lap and he gently rocked me to sleep. I woke the next morning in the chair with a midnight blue blanket covering me.
"Thank you Tyson, for cheering me up." I said before getting up, changing the bandages Tyson must have put on my back, and hurrying to training with a piece of toast in my mouth.
The end.
It was all so sudden. We were training as usual when he fell down, ill. He was rushed to the hospital and we got word the next day. He died from heart failure. He was always so strong-willed, yet carefree most of the time. I have his blade now, he wanted me to have it. I cry myself to sleep every night even now. Its been a full year, but I can't help it, I'm the only one who hasn't gotten over it. I think the others may have forgot abought him, I'm not so carefree anymore. I haven't even smiled since he died. I'm holding Dragoon now, I just couldn't sleep, it's the anniversary of the day he died. I looked up when I heard something, then I saw him. Tyson, standing right there in my doorway, as if he were alive, but how. I got up and walked over to him, I slowly put my hand to his check, almost expecting him to vanish. He's solid! My hand didn't go threw him, but how? He looked at me, that same old smile on his face, but he's dead, he has been for a year. I was to scared to go to his funeral, scared of the truth, but now here he is. I backed up slowly, scared of what I was seeing, he was back from the dead, who knows what he wants. We were friends but I've heard the undead can be cruel. He looks sad, the frightened, I'm not sure why but he just shook his head. "Stop!" He yells, I can fell it enter my mind but not threw my ears, now I'm really scared. I keep backing up until I fill something against my back, but it breaks away and I don't realize until it's to late that it was the full leant window. I fell out the window to ground from the third floor and lay there motionless, barely breathing. "Max, I tried to tell you, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I should have known you'd be scared when you saw me, everyone's afraid of ghosts."
"Tyson, why did you come back?" I asked, ignoring the pain invading my back.
"I saw you crying every night, so I came to tell you that I was happy in the next world, and to stop crying because everyone dies sooner or later, at least mine was painless. I've had that heart problem for as long as I can remember, I knew it'd kill me soon." Tyson said gently picking me up.
"I thought ghosts went though everything. Why are you solid?" I asked hiding my face in his chest.
"Ghosts can only go though walls and doors." Tyson replied, he took me to the cemetery and straight to his own grave. "They didn't mark anything on my tombstone, I wanted you to know which one it was." Tyson put me down on the ground over where his body was buried and showed me a tombstone shaped like a wingless dragon.
"Dragoon?" I asked putting my hand on it, forgetting my own injuries.
"Yes, a regrest from my grandfather." Tyson replied, I then realized he had his hand on my back.
"It doesn't hurt that much, the ground was soft." I said to reassure him, he sighed in relief and set down by me.
"I can only come once a year, on this day." Tyson said, I looked at him and nodded understanding. It was nearly midnight when I got back home and Tyson sat down in a rocking chair. I sat in his lap and he gently rocked me to sleep. I woke the next morning in the chair with a midnight blue blanket covering me.
"Thank you Tyson, for cheering me up." I said before getting up, changing the bandages Tyson must have put on my back, and hurrying to training with a piece of toast in my mouth.
The end.