Here's the second chapter that I promised. I promised it a lot sooner, but I am absolutely terrible, and I forgot that this fic even existed. I got reminded about it on Tumblr just yesterday. I got inspired by one line belonging to the song that this entire fic is inspired by, and I hope that you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: The disclaimers are always the same as before - I do not own Beyblade, nor am I claiming to have any rights to it's creation. All rights are reserved for it's creator. All I did was get inspired by a Sleeping With Sirens song, and boom, I just word vomited about one of my favourite pairings for Kai.

I swear that I will never leave. That's what he said. That is what he always said. He whispered it against her ear, marked her flesh with his promises. He'd whispered it into her hair, and pressed his lips against her fingers - sealing promises of the beyond. She awoken to the sun, gracefully peaking through blinds that hadn't been closed properly the night previous. She awakes to the glorious shine pressing down upon her flesh, a timid heat that tickles her nose and bare shoulders, and most importantly, she awakes to his scent. The scent of cinnamon and orange, a spiced body fragrance that she had yet to acquire its name - but he always smelt of it. She'd awoke to a bed that felt empty, and far too big for her, a bed that was once previously shared and suddenly she felt incredibly alone. She'd awoken to a side of the bed that felt untouched and cold, pillows that had bore no head, and sheets that hadn't been tangled around another's body. He never left within the morning until she'd woken up, it had been part of his promise, had it not? To never leave? Fingers grip at the quilt, and she forces the material against her chest as she refrains from cursing the boy. She shouldn't have put it past him, and she certainly shouldn't be angry at him either - Kai always woke up early, and earlier when there was a new training schedule in process. It surprised her a little that he'd want to wake up early to adhere to Hiro's schedule, when she was rather certain that not only would Kai already have a strict schedule of his own, but she was certain that there was a hint of tension shared between Kai and Hiro. She'd voiced her complaint to Kenny once, and he'd responded with that she was either over-analysing the matter more than what needed too, or that she was reading too much into Kai's behaviours, and that he never really got on with anyone. Hilary had wanted to be defensive, and remind him that she didn't observe Kai too much, but then she'd been certain that would seem far too defensive, and Kenny is exceptionally good at reading between the lines. She's reading too much into this, she knows that she is, and Kai is an enigma that can never settle, and never be read. She brings herself to sit up and survey the room around her - her bedroom - he usually came in through the window when she was certain that her parents were asleep, or the last light within the house had been switched off, and he was pretty good at getting away without making too much noise. Sometimes she stayed with him, and told her parents that she was staying at the dojo to help the boys in their training - when she was really with Kai.

His clothes were gone - that much was obvious. His jeans weren't thrown across her chair any more, and his t-shirt that had been placed carefully across them the night previous, had also gone. His scarf was nowhere in sight either, nor his jacket - most of the time, he'd leave his jacket behind for her, and she'd return it to him later that day when they met up again. Hazelnut hue dances towards her alarm clock - 7:47am - she'd agreed to setting an alarm, that way they could wake up together and leave together, but now she questions the time that he actually got up, and when did he leave? For that matter, did he actually sleep, or did he play to her wants and wait for her to sleep before he left? Don't think like that Hilary, he's a good person, and he's yours. Isn't he? Hazel coloured eyes continue to survey the room, eyes dancing to the journal that tops the small box, the box that holds all the little keepsakes that Kai collected for her and brought back - wilted roses that had once been pure and fresh, and he'd clipped them thinking about her, or the little buttons that had come loose on one of his jackets after they'd tangled up and within her efforts to move, she'd pulled his jacket along... She dragged him to a photo booth once - those really small ones that are casually placed within amusements or shopping centres - he'd not really understood why until the camera had flashed, and Hilary had giggled at how serious Kai had looked within the moment, but then she'd buried her face into the crook of his neck and slung her arms over his shoulders declaring that she could live like this forever, and he'd kissed her forehead, promising that one day, they'll live within the moment.

She imagines that he an't have gone far, that he's probably training or he's already at Tyson's dojo in the efforts of persuading Tyson and Daichi out of their beds early enough to actually do something - and preferably before Hiro gets himself involved. Yes, that's where Kai will be. He's always maintaining the team captain attitude about him, maintaining a strong grip amongst his teammates and securing their drive to succeed. That's where he'll be - dragging his tag team partner away from his bed, so that they actually have a fighting chance within the next tournament. Hilary assumes it'll be the hardest tournament they've ever faced, with Max and Rei diverting to different teams, and with the newly renamed Blitzkrieg Boys returning for a chance within the spotlight? Of course it's going to be the most difficult tournament that they have ever participated within. Fingers reach for her side cupboard in the efforts of collecting up a hair band to tie her hair from her face, whilst she carries out her morning ritual of a well moisturised skin care routine. She must admit that it feels a little odd, strange and foreign to be stood before the mirror and not have Kai sat behind her, even stood behind her, whilst his hands dance towards her waist and his face buries into the back of her shoulder, and occasionally... Occasionally he has that look - that look of pure affection, that she's certain that she has been the only one to see - but it's delightful and soft, and it leaves a warm sensation dancing throughout her, because yes, Kai is hers, and she is his.

Two days. It had been two days since she'd last seen and heard from Kai. One the first day that she'd woken up without him there, she'd thought little on the matter, assuming he was training or with Tyson, but when she had reached the dojo, it had been Kenny who had inquired as to Kai's whereabouts, claiming that Hiro was intending on changing the schedule and going somewhere else to train - preferably somewhere, where it would offer a sense of peace and tranquillity, something to break them away from modern day havoc. Once again Hilary had almost been defensive - why the heck should I know where Kai is? - she'd simply shook her head, and responded that she had not heard from him. Daichi had questioned if Kai's disappearance meant that he'd have a shot to play as Tyson's tag team partner, and Tyson had bluntly stated, that not only had Kai given Daichi's ass a good thrashing, he'd only beaten Daichi, and if Tyson had to pick between Daichi and Kai? His heart had already chosen Kai. Tyson had later went on to claim that Kai's little disappearing act was nothing to worry about, because it was in character, and something that he'd always done - he had yet to let them down. That had been okay, and Hilary had accepted that, but day turns to night, and Hilary had sat cross legged in her favoured night gown, with the tale of Sherwood nestled between her thighs awaiting the same small knock that came almost every night - it never came. She'd even open the window and leaned out of the window in the hopes of seeing him coming towards her - he never did. Eventually she had to shut down the idea that he was never coming back, because her pride wouldn't allow her to think to deeply into the matter. Her pride wouldn't allow her to depend on someone else who had far too much pride in himself. Her pride wouldn't allow Kai's absence to bother her more than it already had, and in the end, she settled for reading the next chapter of her novel before placing it down.

She hadn't seen him the next day either, and it was starting to get ridiculous. It was ridiculous to her anyway, but Kenny and Tyson still went about what their usual, and Daichi remained anxious as to whether the spot would still be his, to which he had to be reprimanded by Hilary who reminded him: the spot was Kai's. Kai had deserved that spot after all, and he'd won it fair and square - that had only rattled Daichi more than what was necessary and he'd declared that if she continued talking in the same tone that she did, he'd tell Kai when he next saw him that Hilary had a crush on him. She almost told him to do it, it wouldn't anything, and that Kai already knew how Hilary felt about him... He did know how she felt about him, right? Surely. He had asked a few times - in his own way, he never went out of his way to straight up question her - in moments of weakness, when he sough validation, and needed to know, she'd told him. She'd reminded him within the way that her fingers wove themselves through his hair, and how the tips of her digits craved to touch his flesh and trail invisible patterns that declared her affection for him, she reminded him within the way she saw galaxies within the crimson hue of his eyes, and she had reminded him when she'd pressed little kisses to whatever bare skin of his that she could get too. Or what about the way she'd woven her fingers between his and whispered ridiculous little tales against the shell of his ears, and how she had noticed that he shuddered beneath her control, and how he'd settled when her fingers travelled across the curve of his spine. He knew, right?

In response to Daichi's comment, she had simply argued and said that wasn't true, she was just speaking what the others refused to say, but also made the point of saying that just yesterday Tyson had said the exact thing that she had said, and Daichi's childish response had been: well I'll Kai that he's got two admirers! Her exterior had been solid, and she'd almost wanted to throttle him for being so immature, but her interior had waved off the matter and chuckled at the thought of Daichi telling Kai that Tyson admired him. Of course, Tyson would decline to agree - but even Hilary knew.

Day two had been even worse. The night before Hilary had refused to wait up any longer for Kai, mostly because her pride wouldn't allow it, but also because if Kai really wanted to see her before they left for whatever new facility that Hiro had been raving about - he would come and see her. He didn't. Day two had come and Hilary hadn't seen Kai at the dojo and he certainly hadn't been there to board the bus when it had arrived. Once again, Kenny put it down to nothing, and had reassured them all that Kai was probably already there, or was making his own way there, either way, he would be there, and in a way, that soothed Hilary to an extent. Hiro hadn't been patient on the matter when it was anything concerned with Kai, and often attempted to change the topic, and even went about outlining the important changes to their fitness routine, and how he would have Tyson and co., ready before the tournament. Hilary had wanted to protest that it was rude and awful to just forget about Kai, and whilst he was absent, he was still a part of the team. Truth is, Hilary had hated the entire bus ride there - wherever it was - she had hated not knowing if Kai was actually going to be there, or if he was actually on his way there... How would he even get there? She'd hated that she hadn't seen him for two days, and that the last she saw of him, was when he was burying his face into the crook of her neck, and declaring that sometimes life in general was just too damn difficult, sometimes he felt like he was suffocating, or the grasp that his past had over him was too tight, and was threatening to pull him back under. Had she not done enough that night? Had she not done enough to protect him from the plagued thoughts that threatened to drown him? Had she not been enough to root him when he needed it the most? She'd done everything that she had usually done, and his lips had danced across the curve of her shoulders, and he'd whispered goodnight... And... Everything had been as it should have been.

She'd returned to her reality when she'd heard Tyson complaining - complaining that Kai wasn't here, and that once again, everything would have to be put on hold for him. She had thought that it was nothing at first, simply Tyson being his impatient self, that he'd really wanted to start training and she didn't understand why one: Tyson couldn't be more patient, and two: why couldn't he just start training on his own, if it bothered him so much? Did he also want Kai to hold his hand and change his bedding for him as well?

"He always does this. Always. I should have learned from our last tournaments - good old Kai, always showing up at last minute. Expecting everyone to wait for him. Never letting anyone know where he's going." Tyson had almost singsonged about the matter and in doing so had earned himself a stern look from Hilary, which sort of said: give him time.

"It isn't that he expects everyone to wait for him. We just wait anyway." Kenny announced. Hilary had noted how true that had truly become. He'd disappear for so long and then return whenever he wanted too, or whenever he was ready to be back within the company of his friends. He disappeared whenever he had an overload, when touching and talking became far too much for him, and he needed an escape, before he well and truly collapsed in upon himself; Hilary understood that, and never expected too much of him.

"Kai's not coming." Hiro's voice had been firm, matter of fact even, as if he was stating something that only he knew, and that others were incapable of knowing. He has spoken as if he had known Kai best, or as if there was something about Kai that Hilary didn't know, and excuse you - Hilary knew a lot about Kai. She knew his favourite foods, and he rarely ever snacked, in fact sometimes Hilary had to physically force Kai to eat something. She also knew the things that he disliked, and the little things that irritated him. She knows that he crinkles his nose within thought and she also knows-

"Kai quit the team." What?