Hello everybody! Yes, I know I still have some things I should be writing, but I swear to god I'm trying!
Well, the other day I was really bored and I couldn't sleep, so I started this, the long awaited (lol?) sequel of "The Heart of the Problem"! Yay!
Ok, I let you to read it and don't forget to see the notes at the end!
Enjoy!
Chapter's warnings: Maybe some OOCness, some bad language, sarcasm, Tyson's probably bashing Hilary a little (but they will bash each other a lot in this fic) and the product of insomnia is never something you should take seriously (joking! xD it's not that bad...I think).
Disclaimer: Beyblade does not belong to me, or there wouldn't be any 'second generation' crap! -no offense to those who like that series-
Prologue:
How long has it been since it happened? Six years? Maybe seven?
Perhaps even longer than that, he's not really sure.
He won't go as far as to say that it was a 'at a first glance' thing, no, that's ridiculous. But it's pretty damn close to that, if you take into consideration all the time that passed since then and now.
It was hard to tell, really…it's just…he wasted so much time not realizing it happened, he doesn't even know when it happened…it just did.
He, Kinomiya Tyson, was in love with Hiwatari Kai.
Madly, extremely, so, so much painfully in love with her it was unbelievable.
And it…well it sucks, to be honest. With a huge capital 'S', and 'U'…and add the other letter now that we're at it.
Why does it suck, you ask? Because he's an idiot, that's why!
Tyson has grown up a lot since his wild, crazy teenage days, and he has matured a lot –yeah, ha-ha, laugh! He doesn't care-; and one part of growing up and maturing was to look back at yourself and admit how much dumb, stupid, oblivious and idiotic to the point of 'I should go back in time and punch myself in the face' you were.
And he admitted that, he did, he really did. And it was all so…so…frustrating!
Yes, that was the word! Frustrating!
He was so damn frustrated at his teenage-self! –and 'not-so-teenage'-self too.
I mean, looking back now at all the interactions he had with his former rival across the year, his feelings were so damn OBVIOUS they were practically slapping him in the face, and no~! He could not tell them apart from simple friendship/brotherhood.
He could sort of forgive himself for not realizing that while he still thought Kai was a boy, because…you know…gay-stuff and let's not go into that!
But heck, even then he knew that what he felt for the dual-blunette was deeper than what he felt for any of his friend –any of them.
He felt calm, comfortable, and secure with her. He felt like they understood each other and could be themselves freely, and most of all, he had fun with Kai. And believe me, Kai was no heart-of-the-party, not now, not then, not ever!
So, you see where this is going? Yeah, yeah, he knows that it's perfectly feasible to feel like that for a friend, but…you don't stalk your friends.
No! He totally did NOT stalk Kai. All he did was done inside the boundaries of normal human behavior. 'Cuz, you know, friends know where their friends live, and while Kai knew where Tyson lived –had stayed there quite a few times-, it's didn't go the other way around.
And that took him to find out all about the orphanage and Dranzer's wielder's life after Voltaire.
Which hasn't been a pretty business and has made him feel like and awful person and a terrible friend, especially when Kai's answer to the question 'Why haven't you said anything?' was 'What did you think had happened?', 'cuz it was true, he haven't thought.
For him, Voltaire's business had ended that day after his first World Championship, and he never gave much thought about it ever since. Nobody did; at least, nobody that matter.
So yeah, he felt like shit for doing that, and to remediate his huge mistake, he had the very clever idea to open his big mouth and say 'Come live with me!'
Now, asking Kai to move in with him was not a bad idea per se, and if he had to do it again he would –'cuz seriously, that orphanage…no-, but what made him so mad at himself that he wanted to choke himself to death with an apple –yes, an apple- was his inhuman ability to ignore all the signs that told him that he was in love with his friend.
Because, one of the more important things that had happened since he said those four words, was Kai telling him that she was a girl.
And…man, that was so…ridiculous! Just thinking about it made him laugh out loud in shame…boy, they had been so awkward! It was hysterical, really, but also one of those things they were not going to tell anyone. Ever. Mainly because it would look bad on him.
You see, when the dual-blunette decided to tell him the true, she took him to her bedroom and sat him down on the floor, then she sat in front of him, breathed deeply and blurted out the truth without hesitation and with her 'no-nonsense' face –which is basically her normal face, just more…intense-.
Tyson, being a man of action that needed to check things for himself, did the only thing that he had available at that moment to prove the other's statement, so he recurred to 'touching'.
And no, he did not cup her breast, geez…there was no breast to cup anyway! She was still on full disguise, for god's sake, have a little respect people! ...He didn't cup her boobs, no, he grabbed her crotch.
That's the only actual way to know, people! You can get boob implants, or even have man boobs, but what's below the waist never lies! And there was definitely nothing there, which made the other's previous statement true.
Thankfully –in a way-, he did not spend much time freaking out about the whole 'Oh my god! My best friend is a girl!' thing, because said friend broke his nose.
Like, literally, she broke his nose. They had to go to the hospital and everything. Good thing was that he was too busy trying to get blood stains out of his yellow t-shirt to worry about all the implications Kai being a girl had.
So yay! He had more than one girl that was his friend and the only thing that changed was having to buy the occasional feminine product now and then, and enduring the utter embarrassment that brought –because the dual-blunette being the oh, so good friend she was, made him do those stuff.
Ok, let's not lie, things did change. The problem was him not realizing the way in which they changed, at least not consciously.
Because, boy…his body…it sure noticed the difference.
Now, get your minds out of the gutter, you perverts, it's not like that! Not entirely like that, to be honest.
You see, when you're in love, you want to be close to that person, to have some sort of physical contact with them, regardless of how minimal. And the way his body managed to accomplish that while by-passing his mind's obliviousness, was to tackle Kai to the floor, the couch, the bed or any other available surface and wrestle with her.
Which was a fancy way to say 'getting beat up by her'; but through sheer force of repetition, insistence, and what he now is sure were great amounts of masochism, the dual-blunette eventually got used to it.
In fact, they both got used to each other in time and things that at first were annoying –like Tyson's lack of respect for personal space and Kai's tidiness that borderline an OCD- became normal, and even endearing to some extent.
So the frustrating part intensified since then, because once thing became routine, he could no longer blame his…ehem, 'physical excitement' to exercise –it happens to all professional athletes! Ask anyone!-
The need to be close to her, to touch her, to feel her warm body pressed against his was…unbearable. He wanted her. He needed her. And yet his mind kept screaming in denial that it was totally innocent and not at all romantic.
It literally took Kai moving out and not being there 24/7 for him to realize his feelings.
And man, how cliché is that? It was pathetic, it was seriously pathetic, and it was so, so sadly the truth.
The first night after the dual-blunette was gone, he had sat down on the couch, and he had never felt more alone in his life like at that moment.
His house has never been so big, and empty and quiet. It was terrifying to finally notice how much importance a single person had on his life.
He missed her. He missed the sound of her voice, the way she smelled, that lazy smile she greeted him with on the mornings –a small, sleepy curl of the lips-, the special way she arranged the silverware –the napkin always to the left of the plate and the silverware on top of it-, and the soft 'hum' sound she made the moment before falling asleep.
He loved her…and it suck, and all for one big reason.
Hilary.
And yes, he knows it sound bad, but he had thought about it over and over and there was no way to make it not sound bad, so what are you gonna do?
Hilary was the only thing that came between him and the love of his life, and it was totally unfair!
I mean, he saw Kai first, for god's sake! He introduced them! If it weren't for him they wouldn't even know each other! That hussy brunette came out of nowhere and stole away the price, without give anyone else a chance!
And that's jealousy talking people! Jealousy is ugly, deal with it!
Ehm…he kind of got carried on back there, let's get back to what's important.
To sum up, he loved Kai, Kai loved someone else, and it was killing him inside. And one of the secondary effects of the whole 'dying inside' thing was ignoring other important aspects of his life, mainly the girl he was dating at that time.
Poor girl, she didn't deserve how things ended up between them. He wishes her the best.
So an eight month relationships ended up awfully and he felt like a douchebag, and everything was crap and the only person that actually made him happy was being happy with someone else.
So yeah, life was wonderful!
Well, not everything was so bad. Things started to look better once Kai invited him over to her apartment to watch some movies, in her awkward attempt to cheer him up.
But once he had a taste of what it used to be like being with her, he wanted more. And regardless of what the dual-blunette thought about herself, there was one very easy was to manipulate her, only using one single thing.
Guilt.
Yeah, he guilt-trip her into spending more time with him. He's not too proud about it, honestly, but he was in a very delicate emotional state of mind, so stop judging him!
He was a bad friend, he truly was. He only thought about himself and what he wanted, it never crossed his mind what an imposition he was giving his friend nor the problems it caused in her relationship with her girlfriend.
Said girlfriend had to open his eyes for him to realize what he was doing to his loved one.
Now don't get him wrong, he's not mad at Hilary, she was in all her right to do what she did. He was actually thankfully.
She made him realize how pathetic he was being, mourning over a person who loved someone else.
He wanted to be a better friend for Kai, and forget all about her and move on, for his own sake.
So, as a good friend, he stopped interfering so much with Kai's life.
As a good friend, he listened when she talked about marriage.
As a good friend, he went with her to go ring-shopping.
And as someone who has been in love for over a decade, he wanted one taste, one simple, little kiss and he'll move one.
It was just a very convenient coincidence that Christmas just happened to be around the corner, and even better yet all their friends would be on Japan for the occasion.
Tyson missed his friends. People leaving and losing touch was something he has never been able to handle very well, he right out didn't liked it.
So this would be like killing two birds with one rock. He'll get to see Rei, Max and everyone and he'll finally put an end to his obsession over Kai.
So he prepared everything. Got all he needed, cleaned up the whole house and made every call that needed to be done.
When the day finally arrived, he was pretty nervous, to tell the truth. So he drank himself to a stupor to get the courage to steal a kiss from his best friend.
And then…then…it…all became blurry. He sort of knows he got that kiss he wanted, and maybe a little bit more, and the next thing he knew was being woken up by a glass of water to the face –courtesy of Daichi- because he passed out on the back yard.
But it didn't mattered what had happened the night before; he got up that 25th feeling relieved, like a weight had been lift off of his shoulders.
For now on, Kai would be happy with someone else and he eventually will find someone to be happy with too.
But first thing first, he needs to clean up the house. And he was about to do that when someone knocked on the door.
He opened the door and came face to face with the ultimate image of sadness, incarnated in the woman that, regardless of how many conviction he could master, he still loved with all his heart.
Kai smiled that smile that told him that whatever it was that had brought her here this early in the morning was much, much worse than he imagined.
"Hilary broke up with me"
Oh…crap.
To be continued.
Well, this is just the prologue, but I guess you can tell how the story's gonna go from here.
This second arc it's gonna focus more on Tyson, and his and Kai's relationship. But don't worry, there would be Hilary, lot's of her, and other people too!
But I'm NOT going to tell you how this is gonna end, because, what's the fun in that?
I think Kai's gonna be more "IC" here than in the other fic, as you get to see how she's in other situations that are less 'romantic'. We would also see a little bit more about her past and stuff, but you're just gonna have to wait for it, ok? n.n
Now, I can't promise when I'm going to update as I did before. As I said, I was not planning to do this now, so this is just out of the oven and I'm going for a few days to take care of my grandaunt who's gonna have a surgery, so I don't know when will I be able to keep writing.
Anyway, I hope you have liked this prologue! I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, Hilary-fans! I really want her and Tyson to have a bad relationship and, this was kind of necessary.
Have a nice day and c'ya next time!
Take care!...Oh, and do leave a review with your thoughts and ideas for this fic, I'll really appreciate it! n.n