A/N: Hey guys! I haven't posted anything for a really, really long time, but I wrote this and decided that I wanted to share it. So here it is, just a bit of a drabble concerning the Bladebreakers' relationship.
Summary: You can't just walk away from something that was meant to be. Tyson looks back on the Bladebreakers' split, takes place after G-Rev.
That morning when I bid Ray and Max goodbye, when it was decided that they would return to their home teams, it felt like the Bladebreakers were disbanding.
It was definitely not a good feeling.
But before they could leave me behind, I made something clear. No matter how angry I was with them at the time, no matter how abandoned I felt, all the pride in the world could not stop me from saying, "Remember, we'll always be friends." The thought of losing them forever made me panic, even in that moment.
Looking back, there was something else I should've said in addition, but it was something I hadn't foreseen. I should've also said, "And we'll always be Bladebreakers."
But I wasn't expecting that. The Bladebreakers were supposed to be over. We were supposed to remain friends, but not teammates.
However, none of us could shed the little pieces of dependence that followed us around. After all, being a teammate is different from being a friend. Being a teammate means being a friend and an adversary and a guide all at the same time, and it creates a unique bond that's hard to shake. You learn to work together to a fault.
Our fault was that even when it was over, it wasn't quite over.
During the World Championship later that year, we would root for each other from the stands, of course. It was what friends did. But when I saw Max or Kai or Ray battle against someone other than me, I couldn't stop the flow of constant advice and support running through my head, sometimes even out of my mouth. In those instances, it felt like I was helping them to a shared victory. Our victory. Like we were still on the same team.
And I knew they had similar moments. Because at times, while I was blading, I could feel them giving me encouragement or pointing out flaws in my strategy. It was a sensation akin to how one might feel eyes on their back, only much, much more comforting.
As time went on, I realized the truth.
We couldn't just ditch our mutual past and hope to stay friends. The fact was, the four of us were meant to be together. It was inscribed in very names of our bit-beasts, which all shared a common beginning two letters! We were supposed to be a team.
You can't simply walk away from something that was meant to be. And the four of us, we were certainly meant to be.