(A/N) I am very, very, very excited about this story. Seriously. I generally write short stories, this is the second long one I've planned. I was going to finish my other one first (A Different Kind of Love Story), but I got so eager to write this one, I had to begin it.
If I write this well, which I'm hoping I will, by the end it would be an inspired story. I have already written the last chapter in my excitement :P
It's a Kai/Hilary story with tons of inspiration behind it. It takes place a couple of years after the G-Revolution season ends.
The whole thing is Hilarys POV, telling the story from a much older age.
There are 2 OC's but they are minor, Hilary's brother Liam, and another boy named Nikita appears a little later.
Disclaimer- I don't own Beyblade or any of the characters.
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Everything happens for a reason. One of the most valuable lessons I learned while growing up, and I carried it with me always. As far as my younger adolescent years are concerned, there aren't many gaps to fill in. But my real life began a few years later. The plans I had made were suddenly thrown aside when an opportunity was within reach, and I grasped it. I had never found the prospect of my life being completely planned out from the start entirely satisfying.
I believe I could fill a book with my memories from when I was a young woman, and so I am here to tell my story. It was many years ago now, but in a way, the memory still feels as fresh as though it were the day before yesterday.
The story begins with a letter. It was delivered to our house one September morning, addressed to my older brother, Liam. And when he announced that he was making his life-changing decision, it was folded safely in his pocket. My dear big brother. It was not until a while later that I realised what the letter had said. But at the time, I did not concern myself with the content; the news that Liam told us was enough of a distraction from this mysterious letter that he wouldn't show any of us.
He decided to tell me when our parents were not around. Sitting outside in the back garden one warm evening, a couple of days after receiving the letter, he announced to me that he would be going away for a while.
'But, why?' I was not overly disillusioned by the fact that my big brother had decided to leave, I was merely curious. He had only just finished school and it seemed to me that he was making a move rather quickly.
'I want to see the World.' He answered in a simple, somewhat romanticised way. 'I want to travel, and visit new places.'
'Where are you going?' My overpowering sense of curiosity took over my mind.
He smiled down at me as he repled, 'Moscow.' and the conversation was over.
Everything went smoothly for him, it was all organised and he was set to leave a month later. Unfortunately, or perhaps, fortunately, depending on which way you want to look at it, the whole situation turned around one day. I was woken up one Saturday morning to be told that Liam had fallen seriously ill. It was a severe case of pneumonia, or at least that's what the doctors said. He was to be refined to his bed until he made a full recovery, and certainly would not be able to depart to Moscow, as he had planned.
I never knew whether or not it was the pneumonia that killed him in the end.
For many years I had been walking in the shadows of others. Whether it be my dear brother, or my friends, I had always been following behind it seemed. I felt that there was something that I had to prove, not just to them, but to myself. I had no idea what my brothers reasons were, but I suddenly understood. I realised the desire to prove ourselves, the need for adventure, lay within all of us Tatibanas.
My plan was simple; I would take my brothers train ticket and head out for Moscow myself. I felt I was a big girl, and old enough to take care of myself. I decided that I too needed an opportunity for adventure, a chance to break away from my current lifestyle for a while, and a way in which I could prove myself. Though at the time I did not know what it was I had to prove.
I slowly stepped into the dimly-lit room. He was a pale and shivering wreck, bound in blankets and sweating profusely. I had never seen him look so sick, and it broke my heart. As I made my way towards him, he threw his arm up in protest.
'No, Hilary! Get back! You'll catch it too!'
I was forced to speak to him from the other end of the room. Had I known, I would have fought so much harder. The letter was sitting, half folded, on the bedside table, amongst numerous medicine bottles and glasses of water. I should have asked him then and there what it said. But my mind was focussed on another matter.
'Liam, I'm going to go to Moscow. I'm going to take your ticket and leave in your place.'
He looked pained, for lack of a better word. He blinked sadly up at me, knowing that life was unfair and he would not be able to go on his little adventure, but his little sister would get to go instead. I knew that life was unfair. But ever since I had thought up the plan, I had become more and more determined to carry it out. That freedom and opportunity I craved was within my grasp now. He could do nothing about it. When that conversation ended, I had done my best to get him to understand. He gulped back his frustration and bid me a safe journey. I had my brother's permission. Unfortunately, that was not the most important thing. There was somebody else I would have to convince. I could never have left without his consent; he was one of the most important people in the world to me. I could predict how difficult it would be, before I even approached his door.
'You want to…leave?'
'Tyson, hear my reasons!' I cut him off before he could start his usual rampage. Sure enough, his mouth had been open, and dangerously close to forming the word 'no'.
'Hil, you can't leave! Where are you even going? Why are you even going?'
'Let me speak, Tyson!' An impatience much like the kind you get when talking to a pestering child came over me. I calmed down enough to get out my next sentence, while he listened carefully as I knew he would when he saw how irritated I became. 'I am taking the train out to Moscow in three weeks. My brother was going to leave, but,' I paused, swallowed and carried on, 'he's really sick.'
He looked slightly bewildered at my sudden urge to rush off to Moscow. I wasn't sure why a shadow crossed over his face at the mention of the city. On a normal day, I would have demanded a reason for his reaction. On a normal day, he would have given his reason before I could demand it. On a normal day…
'You haven't told me why yet…'
'Well,' I cleared my throat, ready for the outburst that would follow my seemingly ridiculous reasons, 'I…Tyson I just need a break, a life change. I have something to prove.'
He wasn't giving up without objection. 'But, can't--?'
'I'm sorry, Tyson,' and I meant it, 'There's nothing you can do. I need to do this by myself. If there was some way you could help, I would let you.' I took in breath. Suddenly, I could no longer look him in the face. 'I need to do this alone.'
He was quiet for a few minutes. He did not object right away, as I had half expected him to. He had matured so much since I had first met him. After his defeat against BEGA he had become a completely different person. The stubborn streak had never completely vanished, but I suddenly became aware of his maturity. I glanced over when I had regained the courage, and it seemed that he was reluctant to look at me aswell. He had his head bowed, and that was when I knew. The battle was as good as won, but nothing would be easy.
He raised his head, finally. 'But what about…us?'
I had been waiting for that question. Tyson and I had been in a steady relationship for two years. We were the couple that had been waiting to happen. I had loved him for so long, and always been such a silly girl; too foolish to admit a thing to myself. He was everything to me. And he loved me too. We relied on each other. I tell you this to help you to understand how difficult it was for me. I loved Tyson very much, but this growing determination was stronger. What the reason for it was, I still did not know. I needed this get-away. I was prepared for the question he asked. I was prepared for the answer that I had to give.
'When I come back, everything can go back to normal…'
'But until then…?' He already knew the answer. His questioning was only making the process more painful.
'I'm sorry, Tyson. Until then, it's over.'
He looked at me and I looked at him. His eyes reflected a terrible sadness. I remember looking at him to this day; it was painful to see the way he looked at me. But the mature Tyson I knew was far less likely to put up a fuss. He swallowed and then sighed. A very sad, but relieved smile came to my face, when he slowly nodded in understanding. I never valued him more than I did then. I was deeply sorry, but so appreciative. With his permission, I was ready to make my departure three weeks later. Without it, I could not have brought myself to leave at all.
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(A/N) This will be a Kai/Hilary ladies and gentlemen, not a Tyson/Hilary.
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