Chapter 2
Tyson and Hilary.
"Tyson, how I hate you!" Hilary shrieked. Tyson ducked as she threw another cushion at him.
They were in Kai's flat which was adjacent to Tyson's own. "It amazes me to observe your heightening degrees of dumbness. How could you?"
Here she paused to pick up a red vase which was resting on a simple mahogany table. She threw it at Tyson. Her aim was good but years of training under Kai had made him agile. He dodged it safely.
"Hilary!" he shouted. "May I remind you this is not my house but Kai's."
"Well, he can go to hell with you too," shrieked Hilary. "He knew it, I am sure, that you decided to change my shampoo for a bottle of green hair colour? I mean just look at me. I'll be a standing joke with my colleagues and employers."
Hilary had grown slightly taller. Her hair was definitely longer and before being transformed into a bright green it was a shade of dark brown tied in a waist long pony.
She was a Beyblading manager, now. Her fees were really high but her talent for the job was obvious. She had climbed up the Managing ladder very quick and now was considered a manager only the very rich people could hire. In the early days when her friends, namely Max, had asked her to reconsider her decision she had told him to shut his big mouth. Her work soon shut up everyone because they would be busy picking their jaws from the floor. She had combined her mathematical intelligence with her leadership skills (Tyson still called them bossy powers) to work out a reallly good job for her.
Tyson on the other hand looked so diffrent that he was one of the few blading heroes who could walk around without being trampled by nosey reporters. That was a really big breakdown on his vanity and he still remembered the good old days when he would play up to the gallery. His hair was now cut short. He had got rid of his trademark cap. His clothing style depended much on his jobs. I say jobs because Tyson was frequently kicked out of jobs. At one time it had been the new face of a cereal brand. Another time it was a salesperson. Window cleaner, taxi driver, beyblade instructor, waiter, etc followed. Currently he felt he was in a job that suited him. He was DJ Granger. He was, surprisingly, a huge hit. People were beginning to say he was better than DJ Jazzman.
Kai felt that his huge succes was mainly due to the fact that he was chatterbox and could never stop talking. Tyson begged to disagree. Anchoring was an art that the likes of Kai couldn't understand.
Back to the present time, Hilary was now hauling up the mahigany table poising for a shot at Tyson. "Ahh," cried Hilary, suddenly dropping the table. "A nail scraped me! I have to wash it before it gets infected."
She walked to the bathroom muttering things like "Tyson would love it if I died of tetanus" and "he thinks its all a big joke" and "never going to grow up".
Kai Hiwatari, oblivious to all these things, opened his main door and entered his house. "What happened?" he asked, not very surprised to find Tyson inside his house. Tyson said, "Hilary."
Kai sighed and said,"I knew it. I knew she would kill you if you proposed to her. You should have bottled up your-" Kai never got to complete his sentence because Hilary overhead his words and rushed to Tyson and asked, " You were going to propose to me?"
Tyson traced the floor with his foot and said, "Yes, i mean no, i mean yes, i mean..."Tyson looked at Kai, "What do I mean?"
Hilary smiled lovingly at Tyson, "Maybe the reason why I love you is because you are so silly. Wait till Mariah hears about this." She hugged a very surprised Tyson who after a moment's thought hugged her back. "Thanks," he mouthed to Kai who looked sadly at his favourite vase, shattered to bits. Tyson grinned and said shamelessly, "All's well that ends well."
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