As i have said many times now i DO NOT own beyblade but if i did kai would be shared between me and my mate .... mmmmm
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I stood waiting, as he finished his exhausting battle with Brooklyn.
Hidden in the shadows, I stood there as he took his defiant steps down from the dish towards Tyson and the others.
I saw him collapse onto Tyson and took a step forward, pausing as I realised to be seen here would mean trouble with Boris.
He shrugged Tyson off and walked towards the corridor, each step more painful than the last, his energy spent.
Collapsing to the floor inside the dark area without realising I was there, he utters the words, 'Dranzer it's done. You can go.'
The sound of his bitbeast leaving the remains of the blade makes my heart ache. It's not a sound I ever want to hear coming from my beyblade.
I wait for him to pass out before going up to him, scooping up the pieces of his bey-blade and putting them safe, before I help him to his feet and get him out of the stadium.
It was much later, as we stood watching Tyson and Brooklyn's historic battle, that I realised -It was me that was more dependant on him. I needed him alive and ok, or my own heart would break.
Just like Dranzer had the day before.
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one of those things where your happily smoking a cigerette about 200 yards from your laptop when an idea pops into your head. I know its . xD