Chapter 3: Do You Know What It Feels Like
Song: Do you know - Enrique Iglesias
14 August
Obviously the first thing Tyson would do when we hear Hillary slam a door shut across the hall, is turn around and laugh.
So he turns around laughs.
And everyone follows suite. Even Ray manages to crack a smile. Had it been a time any other than when Hillary decided to karate chop my face, I'd have glared at everyone but I doubt, right now, any expression on my part would silence them. Make them laugh harder, more likely.
I have lost all my dignity here.
I drop my duffle bag and make my way towards the kitchen, find an icepack in one of the drawers and fill it with ice. A glance at my reflection on the refrigerator shows me that this might take few days to heal, and might just leave a bruise.
Tyson agrees with my thoughts, "You taught her well." Yelling from the other room.
Ah. She asked me to teach her to punch once. Tyson had been adamant that I not, because "She already hits hard enough. I'm the punching bag, I should know." But she was insistent.
Good times.
"Almost too well." I say back, loudly, slightly embarrassed.
Note to self: Teach only certain kind of things to certain kind of people. Note that the people (Hillary) not be the kind to use the thing (punching) you are teaching them against you (jaw) somewhere in the future.
things to do whilst sitting in the back of a vehicle (April 2010)
think
breathe
she has a freckle on her nape
Linkin Park (I close both blinds and turn away)
things to do whilst sitting in the back of a vehicle (August 2010)
think
breathe
she has a freckle on her nape
Linkin Park (It doesn't even matter how hard you try)
things to do whilst sitting in the back of a vehicle (August 2011)
think
breathe
she has a freckle on her nape
Linkin Park (I'm swimming in the smoke, of bridges I have burned)
things that have not changed since last year
Tyson is a cocky goof with a constant nose-itch, the urge to cap-flick and flash his signature (warm but and not-at-all-kind-of-creepy) grin.
Dizzy is a bitch ("I think someone needs to reassure Kai, before we proceed, that Hillary won't kick him where it hurts next.")
Will have to continue to pretend to understand Kenny's technical shit and try not to locate his eyes.
Max's weird focus with always adding something yellow to his daily attire
An urge to yank Ray's pony-tail
things about her
she still looks the same
she still breathes out her words when she's mad
she still looks funny when she's mad
she hits better than I taught her
note to self: corner her when the bus stops.
Former beyblader to rejoin ex-team as Captain.
Former beyblader, Kai Hiwatari, having had called it quits unofficially after the Beyblade Tournament of 2010 and officially in October of the same year, was spotted stepping into the BBA with the Blade Breakers on the last day of tournament registrations. Sources confirm the speculations of the fans; Kai Hiwatari makes his come-back joining his ex-team, the Blade Breakers, as the captain.
"He's taking part in the tournament with the Blade Breakers this year, for sure." Joe James, a contestant who submitted his registration form right after Hiwatari did his team's, confirms. "I took a glimpse at the form. It mentioned him as the captain."
A member of the team itself, when cornered out of the BBA building as he left, succumbed to the constant questions regarding the rumors, "He's our friend. And he's a great captain to the team." But no comments were made by the member in response to the speculations of their stance on Hiwatari's obviously uncertain and frequent transactions from team to team or about the comments he made in his official interview in October, 2010.
With promises of never to be seen 'further involved in anything even remotely associated with beyblade again', and shifting the most teams of any other beyblader in just the past year alone –three, to be specific—one can only wonder if this, too, is one of the things Hiwatari will touch-and-go with.
Until the outcome, reporters circle the arena and fans with cameras peek through the windows of the BBA office, Hiwatari-haters and his loyal devotees are practically on fire waiting for Kai Hiwatari's next line of action, for the justification to his words and his current stance as the captain of the reigning champion's team.
Granger: Oi!
Me: ?
Granger: Where?
Me: Park. Bridge.
Granger: It's past midnight.
Me: So?
Granger: You'll get raped.
Me: And?
Granger: Jesus. Just get back here, okay? ASAP. She's really tired.
I don't decipher the full meaning of the text till I step into the Granger residence and find Hillary practically knocked out, with her head on the dining table. And I wish Tyson would have made it more apparent that she'd been waiting up for me, I'd not have slow-mo-ed my way back then.
Speaking of, I think I hear footsteps…
"You need to stop disappearing like this." He appears at the kitchen door, looking tired, but slightly deterred, "This is not okay, man. She's been awake since six AM."
"Didn't think she still cared." I retort bitterly, something in me stinging at the recall of today's events; at her rejection of my apologies, at her explanations and her unexpected stance regarding my character.
But Tyson doesn't know of anything save for a physical mark on my face. He scoffs, "Look, don't make me repeat this, but she cares, okay? Much more than you deserve, I'd say."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" I find myself narrowing my eyes, feeling more unwanted than I already felt. After Hillary's rant, I had began to doubt my welcome back. Did Tyson think that lowly of me too, then?
"I'm just saying," He sighs, as if reading my offense, "that you can't come back here and be what you always were, and do what you always do, and expect us to think you've changed."
"Didn't plan to." I glare back, clenching my teeth. Knowing, in that moment, that Tyson too, believed in me as much as Hillary did. Realizing, at that point, that that was probably what everyone else (Ray, Max, Kenny) thought of me too.
The thing is, I can't blame them. Not really. Looking back on my actions, it's rather completely justifiable for them to believe so. And I expected this when I decided to come back. This was the consequence of my leaving; the mistrust, the condescension. And I was ready to deal with it, even if it did catch me off guard at first.
I just didn't expected it to sting this much.
"I was just out for a freaking walk." I mutter, and turn around and towards Hillary, "It won't happen again, okay?"
"Whatever, man." He yawns, as if he's not even listening, "Just get her to bed.
15 August
to do
Meeting with the real-state agent (and tell her again that I don't freaking want a bachelor pad, I want an apartment.)
spin Dranzer
apply warm compress to face
stop listening to emo Linkin Park
in duffle bag
papers and photos
scarf
purple pants and emo vests
passport
Dranzer
some legal shit
came back because
I am a fucktard with shitloads of amends to make and there's hope
for breakfast
two cups of coffee brewed by me
one pancake with apple jam
"It's Goddamn seven freaking A.M!" Something hits the back of my chair and I'm surprised to see Tyson, leaning against it, rubbing his eyes. "I don't get what the hell can be accomplished getting up so early to train."
Is it just me or has Tyson been cursing a lot lately?
Max puts a tray of pancakes on the table, steaming hot from the frying pan, followed by the apple jam and a butter-knife. I feel Tyson's weight lift from my chair as he moves over to set the dishes. I've already had my breakfast, so I watch the scene around me as I sip on my coffee.
It's slightly weird, to be honest; everyone doing the chores all together. Not that that has never been the case. It's always been, far as I recall. I watch Ray washing the frying pans and containers, and then join Max and Tyson, who're already bickering about their attack rings and whatnot, with Max moving his fork around while talking like he always does and Tyson speaking with his mouth full as he always does. Somewhere along the way, Kenny steps in, Dizzy in his hands, and sits down without question and takes the pancakes Ray offers and starts telling him about a new g-ring he's designing for us. In the background, if you listen closely, you can even hear Grandpa Granger's grunts from the yard, the slight whoosh of his kendo-stick as it hits something solid.
There's a strange kind of nostalgia to this moment, and a slight tinge of belonging…or is it yearning now? I belong here. Right here. On a mahogany table, in an old Dojo buzzing with laughter, sipping my coffee (How could I have chosen estrangement in Russia over this?). And if I don't belong here, I desperately yearn to.
It's not even when Hillary, in her striped pajama's, walks in the kitchen looking all lazy and tired, and starts sifting through the contents of the fridge, does the commotion tone down a bit. I watch as she grabs a carton of milk and pours herself a glass, a white layer coating her upper lip when she finishes. Taking a seat next to mine, she starts cracking her neck.
I look away from her when I hear a chuckle from across, and mindlessly throw a sarcastic glare at Tyson, before proceeding to sip the last bits of my coffee.
I hate that she thinks I am a lost cause, even though I completely understand why she would. In my haste to be back home, I had assumed that she would knock me out and then forgive me in the end. Like she always had. I practically scoff right now, thinking back over. I watched her interact with everyone at the BBA yesterday, and realized how much I'd been taking her—and everyone of my friends', for that matter—generosity and unconditional tolerance towards me for granted. Something in me has been pushing me to believe that maybe she's finally moved on, just as I had feared, and I assure myself that I still matter –even if a little— or she wouldn't have waited up for me last night. So maybe there's hope after all. Even if it's a minute degree, I'll take it. Whatever she thinks of me now, I reassure myself that there's a chance I can change it after all.
But, for now, I'll take the feel of her next to me, and a slight whiff of her cherry scent and this air of finally being exactly where I should have been all along.
"I haven't spun it since I lost her." I find myself finally voicing my reluctance to watching the guys train, quietly to Ray behind a wooden pillar. He's staring at the blue object clutched in my hand, with the bitchip I never felt like fixing in, and he then he nods as if in understanding and I'm sure he does; of everyone here, he does.
"When I lost Drigger to the Saint Shields," he starts in a whisper and can see his slight shudder, "It was…easily the worst few days of my life. We're supposed to be partners in crime, you know? Our bitbeasts and us." And he chuckles but I don't, "And I let someone trap him inside a Goddamned rock."
We both are silent for a moment, as Ray obviously recalls the time when he felt something akin to what I have felt constantly for a year. What I still feel, right now. And it's slightly worse because—
"At least you didn't drive him away with your frequent tendencies to psychotic extremism."
He laughs at my words and I manage to crack a smile too, "I'll give you credits to that act very well done."
My hands clench around my beyblade and I guess Ray notices because he shoulders my shoulder, as if in a brotherly manner, and says what he told me a few months ago on the phone, "You don't have to take part in the tournament, if you don't feel like it." When I don't say anything, he continues, "The three of us are enough. We were talking about it yesterday and Tyson and Max wanted you to know that it's alright with them."
I still don't say anything. I've been contemplating on this ever since I made plans to come back. What use am I, some underdog without a bitbeast, to one of the strongest contending teams? The only thing I have is a reputation, and even that stands nowhere without Dranzer.
I hear Ray continue, "Kenny's offering to build you some mumbo-jumbo beyblade, though, if you want to compete." I chuckle and ask him his take.
"I understand." Is his reply, "Either way."
I hear shuffling behind me and turn to see Hillary walk out with a smile on her face and her laptop in one hand, and a bowl of icecream in the other. Something, memories, flashes before my eyes (her and me choosing flavors of icecream from a menu, her and me at midnight with a bowl of chocolate chip ice-cream between us, her holding up a spoon of tutti-frutti for me to taste) and I look away with a shake of my head and a sigh.
If Ray saw this, he made no comments.
"I'll think over it." I nod, hoping Ray knows from my expression that I am so grateful for his presence every single time I need it.
wanted
nothing less than a two bedroom (with separate bathrooms) a kitchen and a living room
nothing more than a two bedroom (with separate bathrooms) a kitchen and a living room
and a terrace. Must.
a house that feels like a home
not wanted
Apartments with damn noisy, horny neighbours
A big house (when I have no-one to share it with)
little things about real-state agent
She's a sarcastic bitch
She thinks I look gay
She used to steal things (and apparently was quite good at it) because it was thrilling
She thinks I smell like a 'chick'
I don't hate her as much as I tend to hate people like her
note: Still can't find a suitable place. Buy plots? Consult real-state-agent.
Ex-lovers With Potential Resort to Rampant Roaring! Words of Clear Contempt Exchanged! Fans Appalled! Friends Stand Amused!
Hillary Tatibana and Kai Hiwatari, spotted engaging in a war of words inside the bus, in the BBA parking lot, very early in the morning. Members of the BBA there, and some contestants who had just arrived for the tournament registrations, confirm the news with an air of alarm.
"He was apologizing." A bystander, and a member of the BBA, who claims to have parked right next to the Bladebreakers' bus, spills. "I couldn't hear him, but he was definitely apologizing by what I could hear of Hillary's side."
Another bystander, adds with, "I'm pretty sure she said something about him fleeing the country, and leaving the team to rot twice in one year. I suppose he didn't get lucky with the apology because moments later, she was stomping out of the bus."
Friends, who stood at a distance from the bus, merely watched. Tyson, the reigning champion, was even spotted laughing along with fellow teammate, Max Tate. None of them made a move to step in, justifying themselves with a "It's their life." When asked by a spectator why.
Videos of the scene have gone viral over all fanbases, lovers and haters alike, and receiving comments ranging from appalled to mindless from people all over the world.
As apparent in the snapshots to the right that we collected from various spectators (a. Hillary with her arms crossed as Kai explains himself and b. Kai looking at the roof of the van as Hillary brushes past him and out the exit) and a video available on our website, sayitlikeitisdotcom, the encounter between the former Blade Breaker/Blitzkrieg Boy/BEGA member (and rumored-to-be-current-captain of the Blade Breakers) and the current Coach of the Blade Breakers, was nothing short of a contemptuous one, with resentment on one—if not both—parts.
Allegedly having been close enough to have 'potential' as a couple, before Hiwatari 'fled the country', one can only wonder if Hiwatari and Tatibana's is a romance that would survive the tides of time or crumble to dust the way it seems to be doing right now.
Facebook status!
Hillary Tatibana: Please stop messaging me, you guys. I know it might disappoint some of you, but there is nothing going on between Kai Hiwatari and I, that is worth all this inbox spamming _ Anyone who inboxes me next about the subject will be deleted and blocked from my page.
PS: We are not ex-lovers! We never were lovers! Get your facts right, people!
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KaiHil4evah: Bt u guys usd 2 B joined by da hip! Wat hapened? :/ :O
Hiwatibana: Yesss! U 2 R meant2B! Goddamnit!
Hilai23954: Starcrossed luvahs!
Kalary43: Give him a chance, Hillary! He apologized!
Taribana523: i dont want your romance to crumbal 2 dust :/
Johnny McGregor on Hillary Tatibana's timeline: I have to pick Enrique up around your part of the town (Don't ask). Mind if I drop something off?
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Hillary Tatibana: Sure :) PS: Thanks for the ice-cream.
Johnny McGregor: Any time ;P
To do
shower
cut nails
get a haircut
wash scarf
find phone
take Grandpa Granger to the supermarket
buy shoes
Groceries
pizza dough
pasta
bedsheets
onions, parsley, corn, pomegranate, turnips and tomatoes.
2kg of potatoes
three boxes of Red Bull
one box of Vitamin Water, orange flavor
laptop batteries for Kenny
a carton of milk
mustard
a spiral notebook, 300 pgs., for Hillary
two sets of beyblade gears
three sets of fingerless gloves (two red and one blue)
perfume
nail cutters (x5)
toothpaste (x3)
toothpicks
instant noodles
shampoo
washing powder
bleach
toilet paper rolls (x6)
rechargeable cells
a dinner set
a set of knives
mouthwash
band-aids
paperclips
bread
apple jam
eggs
Things Grandpa Granger said to me
Complimented on the bruise, "Looks heaps nice with the scowl, yeah?"
"You use the chick-shampoo?" In my defense, it smells nice.
"Home-girl really missed ya'."
I dislike Johnny McGregor.
I didn't think much of him when I first met him; just another cocky guy who lost to me. I liked him, if I did so at all in the first place, even less when I lost to him the second time I faced him. Not enough to resent him like I resented many of my competitions; he was never a threat to my place to be the very best, hardly a candidate to focus on as my competitor.
But that completely changes now, it changesthe very moment I realize I dislike Johnny McGregor. And I decide that I dislike Johnny McGregor with a passion the exact second that I see his arm around Hillary's shoulders, when I walk into the kitchen later that evening.
At first I am shocked; both their backs are facing me and they haven't yet realized that I just walked in on them, which I don't know is good or bad because it gives me time to readjust my face but it's more time that he is touching her.
And she is not pulling away. He twirls her hair in his fingers, as if unconsciously, but he has a smug and downright flirtatious smile on his face and—
Goddamn it, why is she not pulling away?!
I can see Hillary look at him, and roll her eyes before retorting to something he said and he laughs, the loudness of it startling me, waking me up from my rapidly-racing (and horrendously presumptive) state-of-mind; I tap my knuckles against the kitchen door a few times when he stops laughing.
The response is instant; both of them look back, Hillary pales and moves so that the boastful bastard drops his arm from her shoulders. I raise an eyebrow, just as Hillary coughs awkwardly and turns around, pretending to be busy with the cutlery that was on the dining table. Johnny stares directly at me, hands that were previously twirling with Hillary's hair, now in his pockets, and I see the amused gleam in his eye.
He turns around with a smirk, to a blushing Hillary, "My queue to leave."
"Yeah. You were supposed to pick Enrique up twenty minutes ago!" She smiles like she once did for me, and ushers him out the exit that I left open. "Robert will kill you for flirting with one of the nemesis."
"I don't care. The nemesis is too damn gorgeous to not flirt with!"
I almost gag as Hillary laughs, "Die trying, then." The remnants of an embarrassed-blush is apparent on her skin as she waves and he winks at her (God, I swear that was a deliberate point at me!) before he walks out.
"What was that all about." I questioned without a question, the moment she turns around, not being able to help myself or the disdain in my voice.
"What?" She speaks over the rattle of the dishes that she's touching again and I notice the smile on her face from a second ago is gone. She picks the dishes and turns her back on me; refusing to meet my eye.
"Him. And you." Then, slowly, I add, "He was hitting on you. And you were flirting back."
There's a loud sound as she drops the dishes into the sink, as if angrily, and turns around to finally look at me. Her lips part as if to say something, but then she just shakes her head as if choosing against it. "So?" She says instead.
"He's one of our opponents."
"And he sure is the cutest of them all."
I can't help myself from saying all that I am. The sight of Hillary in another guy's arms flashes behind my lids and my heart twinges a bit, and guilt begins to resurface (I did this to myself) and it's overwhelming. And I don't know why I say what I say next.
"You can't date an opponent."
(You can't date Johnny. Don't date Johnny. Don't date anybody. Date me.)
Which is so hypocritical of me to say, and a scoff from her side tells me she knows it too. Even though we didn't officially 'date', we kept way more in touch than opponents should. She can't accept it, but I can't deny it either.
"As if you're going to stop me." She almost sounds amused. I don't know what to say, so I just watch her and wonder if she's bluffing or has she really, actually moved the hell on from me.
I fear the most
Hillary moving on (when I'm still so much in love with her)
Loneliness (when I can have a chance with people who matter the most to me)
note
three days since stopped smoking
two since stopped wine
one day since started painkillers (jaw)
I feel
More content than I ever was in Russia, in estrangement.
Regretful that I even left
an unexplained yearning for cherry-scented whiffs of air
Scared she'll forget about me
Pissed that I'd have let it happen by my own actions
Hopeful that I'll be happy.
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BLADE-BREAKERS
Minutes of meeting held at 8 p.m on 15th August, 2011
in the Granger Dojo, on the dining table
Present:
Miss Hillary Tatibana – Chairperson (Coach of the Blade Breakers)
Mr. Kai Hiwatari – Secretary (Captain of the Blade Breakers)
Agenda:
1. To review the new training schedule.
2. To report the things that need to be added to or subtracted from the schedule.
3. The Secretary's purpose as the Captain, without Dranzer.
4. To propose solutions to the problems.
1. Review of the new training schedule
The secretary began by reviewing briefly, the ridiculousness of the Chairperson's obstinacy and the heights to which she is capable of going to avoid talking to the said Secretary. Between his inability to apologize enough for leaving a year prior without warning, to apologize at all for wording his distaste on the matter of her courtship, and his disappointment at receiving the cold shoulder from the Secretary after having had his hopes risen the night before, he resorts to going through the new training schedule at last.
2. Things that need to be added to or subtracted from the schedule
The training schedule had two main problems—illegible handwriting and not enough basics.
a. Illegible handwriting
(i) The Secretary felt that the Chairperson, who made and wrote the training schedule, best type it the next time so no-one pronounces 'push-ups' as 'pooh opo'.
(ii) The Chairperson felt that the Secretary, who arrived (and was not supposed to) merely twenty four hours ago, should have no say in things that were to happen in his absence.
(iii) The Secretary felt that it would be beneficial for both, the team and the Chairperson herself, if the knowledge that the Secretary is here and will be for more than just a while is acknowledged. Hence, the illegible handwriting should be dealt with as soon as possible.
b. Not enough basics
(i) Due to all the members of the team being out of touch with the beyblading world for at least six months on average, and the Chairperson not realizing the extent of it on their training, she proposed more basics –turns, jumps, slides, zig-zags, sneak-attacks, surprises—be added to the training schedule so as to start afresh.
(ii) The Secretary agreed.
3. The Secretary's purpose as the captain without Dranzer
The Chairperson, as the coach of the team, questioned the membership of the Secretary to the team as Captain, in absence of his bitbeast. She then reminded him of his inability to win most beyblade battles without Dranzer. The Secretary proposed his decision to stay out of the tournament as a competitor, and help the team from the sidelines along with the two other members of the Blade Breakers, the Coach and Mr. Kenny.
4. Footnotes
a. Motion to not receiving texts/emails/calls during meeting
Proposed by: Secretary.
Due to: Lack of focus of the members on the meeting.
Status: DENIED.
b. Motion to be forgiven for his sins
Proposed by: Secretary
Due to: motioning the previous motion
Status: DENIED
5. Solutions
(i) The schedule draft, current and potential, be typed
(ii) More basics be added
(iii) The captain help with, but not take part in, the competition.
6. Adjournment of meeting
a. A conversation
Mr. Hiwatari: Are we going to pretend last night didn't happen, now?
Miss Tatibana: Don't talk as if we accidently had a one-night-stand.
Mr. Hiwatari: You waited up for me.
Miss Tatibana: I had ice-cream to eat and a training schedule to finish.
Mr. Hiwatari: Which should be in type, right? Since you had your laptop open. But it is not.
Miss Tatibana: Ice-cream.
Mr. Hiwatari: You care. Just admit it.
Miss Tatibana: Someone had to be there when they bring in your dead body to be carried to the morgue.
Mr. Hiwatari: You care.
Miss Tatibana: Meeting adjourned.
b. Due to it getting late, the Chairperson adjourned the meeting at 9 p.m and proposed to meet again the same time, the next day to address any potential complications.
note to self
Stop sounding so desperate to be forgiven (even if it's true) every time a conversation is struck with the headache that is Hillary Tatibana.
She smiled a smile at him that used to be directed at me
Stop making comments on who and who not she should date. Like a stubborn child that she is, that's just tempting her to do what she won't.
Telling her to date Johnny then? Would that work in my favor? Find out!
I probably won't be able to spit the accursed name out of my mouth with the word "date" if there isn't a "not" in between.
She stopped smiling when he was gone and I was the only one left in the room
author's note
Well O.o
I added scenes and not just todolists, like in Kai's last chapter, because, well, todolists are enough to tell stories if you're talking in months. But this chapter had Kai in one and a half day, so obviously scenes were to be added.
So I'm having slight difficulty managing Kai but, I hope it's not THAT apparent. I want him to be focused on other things, aside from Hillary, and I hope I managed that right too, because he can't just think of Hillary 24/7. He has other shit to set right too.
But, it IS going to be focused on Hillary for the most of it, because it is a KaiHil after all so don't worry. There won't be many scenes without Hillary. Lol.
I know for something labelled crack, it's got angst in it too, so I wanted everyone to know that the humour is going to be there, but the angst will level up as the story proceeds. Lol. Or else the story would just sound ridiculous, without dark feelings. We're talking of Kai, without Dranzer and Hillary afterall.
KaiHilLover, who read my chapter before it was even done, because she wanted to read fluff, I hope you enjoy the additions ^.^
Signing off. Please read and review everyone! ^.^
edited:
Songs whose lyrics were mentioned in this chapter (even though this isn't important, but just for my own content)
1. Shadow of the Day by Linkin Park (I close both blinds and turn away)
2. In the End by Linkin Park (It doesn't even matter how hard you try)
3. Burning in the skies by Linkin Park (I'm swimming in the smoke, of bridges I have burned)
4. Edge of Desire by John Mayer (I'm scared you'll forget about me)