Disclamier: I dont own Beyblade.
Hey there. Im not a huge fan of beyblade, but This is based on a dream I had about Tyson.I also recently found out Tyson's last name is Granger,Who knew?also in this fic,His grandfather is his adoptive grandfater.He has no other family.This takes place in the time period of the G revolution series.
Amniesa of the Heart
The pain was horrible.
It flowed through every inch of his body.He turned his head from the car window,as the truck that hit them was struck by yet another car, causing the glass to break.The glass hit the back of his head and he was out .Cold.
Beep...beep...beep
He opened his eyes slowly, the pain still severely burning.His bangs of blue were in his eyes as he sat up in the plain hospital bed.
Where am I he thought,And more importantly,WHO am I?
The doctor entered the room,clipboard in hand."Ah, your awake"The doctor smiled,"Its been three weeks now.".The boy just stared at him.
"who am I?"He queried. The doctor looked at him, mildly surprised.When he had seen the x-ray of this boy's brain,amniesa had been suspected, but not this widespread. They had only expected him to forget at most a week's worth of memories from before his accident, but to not even remember who he was, this poor child,
was the only thought that came to mind." Your name is Tyson, from what we could gather." The boy yet again gave him a blank stare. "Tyson...?"He thought hard, but couldn't remember anything. His whole life was a blank.He looked at the doctor,a look of determination upon his face." And how old am I?" He asked."Fifteen" replied the doctor shortly, while leaving the room.
"FIFTEEN?" Tyson bellowed.He couldnt believe it. Fifteen years of living.gone,and he didnt even know how it happened.
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"And now in local news.." blared the T.V. reporter,on the television in Max's room.He couldnt believe it. Three weeks. Three friggin' weeks since Tyson had gone missing and not a word of it on the on the television.He heard a knock on his room door, and it slowly opened to reveal a frantic looking Hilary." Anything Max ?" she asked, already half knowing what the answer would be.
" No" Grumbled Max.Hilary just sighed.
OoOoFive weeks laterOoOo
Tyson's Grandpa walked into his house, after his eight week vacation.
" Yo Tyson my main man, where ya being?" He called looking around. He turned to the answering machine. It flashed back at hime furiously as if warning ,"you don't want to hear what's on me gramps." but he pressed the glowing button unaware of the news that was awaiting him on those messages.
...beep...
"Mr.Granger, your grandson Tyson has recently been admitted to our hospital. Please come collect him from our facilities"
...beep...
"Mr.Granger, it's has been three weeks since our last communication with you. Your grandson has awoken from his coma but has a severe case of amnesia. There is a 48hour period before we must hand him over to socials services who will place him in --
...beep...
"Hi Tyson it's Hilary call me. -"
..beep..
" Hi Tyson it's Hilary again um, seriously call me please."
..beep...
"Tyson, it's Hilary um you might want to call me soon...i'm kinda getting annoyed. --'"
..beep..
"TYSON! PICK UP THIS PHONE NOW!..."
...beep...
"TYSON WHERE THE H-E-L-" ..beep...
"please replace you anwsering machine tape or delete previous messages"
Gramps sighed. "Oh boy...that Hilary chick has got some bad wordage chilling around in her mouth...mental slap...OH! Tyson!"
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Tyson walked up the disinfected front steps to the bleached white orphanage nervously. Knocking on the front door he took a deep breath, his case worker had left him. Something about having more cases to attend to than he could count and only two more hours to do them in...Tyson suspected the guy was going for a drink at the bar they had passed on the way here. The door of the orphanage opened to reveal a large menacing woman with beady eyes, a bee-hive hair-do and a tight floor length dress form the early 1890's that seemed ready to give way any second. Tyson gulped. This was gonna be a long stay. He feverently prayed that if there was anyone from his past that remembered him, that they found him soon. "Good Evening"said the pompous and large woman with a look on her face that suggested she had a perticularly fragrant piece of horse manure permanently placed under her nose. " Uh..Hi?" said Tyson hoping the large woman wouldn't try to eat him, like her stomach suggested she had done to previous residents...frequently.
OoO
Max, Ray, Kai,Hilary,Daichi, and Kenny, were growing worried. The BBA tournament was coming up. Fast. They had to find Tyson.Not to mention the fact that he could be lying in a gutter somewhere, with a hobo chewing on his toe.
The six of them were out in the park, lying on the bright green grass. " Our search isn't turning up any results you guys." Said Kai in his usual pessimistic tone. Everyone glared at Kai ready to punch him, but Hilary beat them to it. " HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?" She screamed,while beating on Kai, who's face now looked like it had been trampled on by a wild herd of rhinos." WE WILL FIND HIM!" She yelled,as she got up, and walked off in a huff,leaving the five guys staring at her, but a bit more than a little scared..
OoO
This was terrible. He had so many scars now that he could scarcely count them.She beat him when he didnt use proper grammar,She beat him if he played a song on the piano wrong, And she beat him if he didnt use proper manners. She beat him for nothing if she had the chance. He was starting to think she didnt like him.Tyson had quickly learned to speak with a British accent. All the kids in the orphanage did and it was the one thing that saved them from her.Tyson could feel himself reforming on the inside.It was just a matter of time before it showed.and now in the dark of night on his simple bed,he was praying,wishing, for someone to same him from this nightmare.