(A/N): Hey all! I'm so sorry that I didn't update sooner! This chapter was actually harder to write than the rest, not sure why. I guess I had a bit of writers block maybe? Haha, well anyways, it's done! Before you read, THANKS TO ALL WHO HAVE REVIEWED/FAVED/FOLLOWED/READ this story, I'm always so excited to check my FanFiction and find a review or to discover that the hit count is up. So yeah, thanks :) Anyways, without further ado...chapter 6. Enjoy!

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Tyson Rule #6: Sleep is Happiness

"Rise and shine, boys!"

The hallway I'm standing in is half-lit and desolate, the only sound being the thrumming of my fingers against the wooden door of the boys' room. The only source of light is a small hanging lamp that is fixed just above and to the right of the door but, unfortunately, it keeps flickering. The constant switch between darkness and light is driving me insane, the clicking of the bulb filament adding to my bubbling annoyance. I press my ear to the door, trying to forget the sights and sounds of the hallway and concentrating on the noises within the room.

"Come on guys, I'm giving you a thirty-second warning," I yell through the door, frowning. "If you don't open up soon, I'm going to kick down this door and barge in there," I pause for a moment, biting my lip, trying to think of an exciting threat to unleash upon the Bladebreakers. Coming up with new material to get them up is hard, tiring, and irritating, especially when you have to think through the early morning half-dazed phase that you go through as soon as you wake up. I heave an exasperated sigh and let my head droop towards my shoes, but something in my hand catches my eye. I slowly move my Blackberry from one hand to the other, smiling evilly.

"I'm going to barge in there and take pictures of you guys in your boxers on my Blackberry and send them to every crazy fangirl I know," I grin to myself and place my entire weight on the door, leaning back fully. "And probably to some tabloids too."

Through the door I hear the sounds of frantic shuffling, some hushed voices, as well as the padding of footsteps across the room. However, I don't hear anyone make their way to the door to let me in, and so I release another short breath in annoyance. "Okay. You guys asked for it. Breaking down the door in three…"

More shuffling and voices erupt from behind the door.

"Two…"

I can hear distinct low voices whispering to each other, but I can't hear the words and sentences that they create. The discreet mumblings of the boys don't seem to indicate that they're coming to open the door, so I guess I have no choice but to use my skills in the fine art of karate. I move back and prepare myself by positioning the camera on my phone in front of me, and placing my feet in strategic areas so I can knock the door down efficiently.

"One…"

I propel myself in a burst of momentum, barrelling full-speed towards the door. I close my eyes and prepare for my shoulder to make contact with the door. But just as I'm about to hit the door with full force, I hear the subtle click of the doorknob. I open my eyes in time to see the door fly open, revealing the ominous dark interior of the room. I fling my arms out in an attempt to slow myself down, but my socked feet skid across the linoleum floor. Before I know it, I'm on a crash course for a suspicious-looking blanket mound on the floor.

"Ahhhh!" I squeal as I trip over the pile of blankets and pillows, my momentum carrying me into the air towards the white-washed wall of the darkened room. The wall stops me in a matter of seconds as I hit it with a massive thud, my whole right side instantly becoming numb from the blow. I groan, sliding down the wall and coming to rest on the cold, hard floor, and letting my Blackberry clatter to the ground beside me. At first, I don't feel anything; my entire body is still feeling somewhat disoriented. However, a few short moments later, the pain attacks me. I feel like I've been run over by a truck.

It takes me about a minute to process the last few moments before my accident, the impact from the collision temporarily causing slight amnesia. But once I figure it out, I scramble to my feet quickly, my shoulders heaving huge, angry breaths.

"God damn it!" I bellow, sort of slurring my words together on account of blatant rage. I'm a little dizzy as well, probably because I got up too fast, but I don't really care anymore. I'm just so damn angry. I stumble a little, feeling a little faint, but I steady myself enough to roar, "Who the hell did that?"

I whip around to face Kenny, Max, and Ray, their expressions frozen in one of pure fear. I feel a wave of satisfaction wash over me as I ponder the thought of instilling fear in my much-stronger, much-bigger teammates. As my face stretches into a small smile, I begin to stalk over to their little corner. Slowly, I stomp through the last few feet, ignoring the gritty aches of all my limbs. The three culprits back up into the wall, their large orbs surveying my movements as I bring my face within inches of their noses.

"Tell me what I want to know," I hiss, narrowing my eyes into thin slits.

None of them answer me, their eyes darting between each other, giving sideways glances which are silently conveying information that I don't know. I simply close my eyes and turn away from them on my heels, flipping my honey brown locks as I start to stroll towards the door. I can sense their relaxation as I slowly make my way away from them, and I hear them breathe a collective sigh of relief. I get to the doorway and place my hand on the cream-coloured doorframe. In one swift motion I twirl around, my sights set on one certain spectacled boy. I stick one slender finger out and motion him towards the door, my crimson eyes now open and fiery.

"Kenny," I say carefully, subtly picking up a block-like silver object lying on the ground near my feet. "Get out into the hall right now." I hold the somewhat heavy object into the light emanating from the hallway and I hear a sharp gasp. Smiling, I pinch the corner of Kenny's laptop between two of my fingers, letting it dangle precariously over the ground. "Dizzy looks a little scared up here, so far from the ground." I continue, forming the words slowly with my mouth. "What do you think, Chief?"

"N-n-no!" Kenny says as I prance out of the room into the hallway, his laptop in tow. Moments later I hear the scurrying of the brunette's feet across the floor and into the hallway. The flickering light chooses this moment to return the hallway into a state of darkness. I use the darkness to find the doorknob handle and pull the door shut with a satisfying boom, which echoes through the deserted hallway. I feel around for the cord of the hanging light and, finding it, I pull it close to my face. Conveniently, it illuminates, providing Kenny with the startling image of my face against the white-hot light of the bulb.

"Hi Kenny," I mumble in a raspy voice. The poor, disoriented boy looks at me with a startled expression and backs up against the far wall. I cackle manically when I see my reflection in Kenny's glasses. I'm so far-gone; I must've rattled a few brain cells loose when I hit that damned wall, but I can't help but slump into a crazed posture. Kenny notices my wild demeanour and tries to make an escape back into the room, but I slide in front of the door, holding my hands out. "Not so fast,"

"W-what are you g-going to d-do to m-me?" He stutters, eying the laptop in my hands.

"Nothing, as long as you tell me the name of the person who screwed me over,"

The tiny boy adjusts his glasses and looks down at his shirt, fiddling with his tie. "W-we were just l-letting you inside like y-you asked…" His unsteady voice drifts off.

"At the exact moment I was ABOUT TO BREAK DOWN THE DOOR?" I yell, not bothering to tone down my voice. I'm starting to see red again; I can find so many holes in his last sentence. "Tell me who opened the freaking door!"

"Ahhh!" In a girlish scream much like the one I uttered in the room before, Kenny makes a mad dash down the hallway, his arms flailing on either side of him. I'm caught off-guard by his high-pitched screech so I loosen my grip on his laptop as he passes by. Quickly, Kenny grabs Dizzy out of my hand and disappears around the corner, his voice still ringing in my ears.

Muttering, I let go of the lamp and fling open the door, only to find the other two culprits nowhere to be seen. When I feel a soft breeze ruffle my cardigan, I shift my attention to the window, which – to my dismay – is wide open. Max and Ray must have snuck out while I was interrogating Kenny, effectively letting them off the hook. Silently I make a vow to train those three into the ground for the remainder of the season, causing them as much pain and suffering and torture as possible.

"Those idiots," I mutter, letting myself fall onto the pile of blankets that tripped me as I rushed into the room only moments before. I sigh, running a hand through my auburn hair. I figure that the guys will have to come back eventually, and when they do, I'll be ready to pounce. Until then, I decide to focus on resting my aching muscles. Without shifting my position, I lean over, stretching my hands towards the wall. My hands find the object that I am looking for – my Blackberry. I'm about to go on a texting spree when I feel the bedding beneath me move, almost causing me to fall backwards.

"Ugh," I hear it groan, turning underneath me.

To my amazement, two arms, clad in green sleeves, stick out from the mess. One appears in front of me, the other just to my right. A few seconds later, I catch a glimpse of some midnight-blue popping out of one of the blankets. I stare, bewildered. It can't be. I thought he'd somehow made a quick escape along with the other Bladebreakers. I'd actually sort of suspected him of opening the door as soon as I was about to break it down. But I guess…he was under the blankets all along. And I guess he was the one that tripped me.

"Tyson," I grumble, deliberately placing pressure where I'm sitting. Tyson yelps in response.

"Ow, get off! Get off!"

I grin in a very Tyson-like manner and bring my lips close to his ear. "You tripped me, you loser!" I shout, startling him to the core. He darts up into a sitting position, knocking me backwards into the nearby wall. My back hurts but I ignore it. I mean, I've endured a lot of injuries today and one more can't hurt, right? I brush my hands together and smirk, cozying into a comfortable place.

"Huh?" He asks, scratching his head as he looks around the room in a perplexed manner. His eyes come to rest on mine, and suddenly his expression changes from confused to irritated. "Hilary," he whines, crossing his arms, "why'd you have to go and wake me up?"

"You slept in, dummy," I reply shortly, causing Tyson to huff in annoyance. He blows strands of his messy hair away from his face before crossing his legs and glaring at me with a livid expression. I sigh and close my eyes, tired of the same routine every single morning. "Oh, don't give me that look," I say, addressing the look in his eyes. "It's a quarter after eight – you were supposed to be up and ready at seven-thirty."

"Seriously, Hil," Tyson replies, bobbing his head disapprovingly, "this drill-sergeant attitude won't get you anywhere in life."

"And suddenly you know me well?" I question, both anger and hurt simmering at the surface of my feelings. "You know what, Tyson? I can and will do whatever it takes to help you guys win. And if you're so dense that you don't realize that, then I can't help you."

I see Tyson's normally-sunny face contort into one of hurt as his mouth stretches into a frown. "Come on, that's not what I mean."

"Well, then, what do you mean?"

"Look, Hil, I know you mean well, but sometimes you're too…intense about it," he replies, his eyes lighting up. "Sort of like Kai!"

"What? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Ugh! Girls are so hard to talk to," Tyson grunts, closing his eyes. "You say one thing, they take it the wrong way. Then you try to fix it, and it still doesn't satisfy them. You can never win!" He throws his hands up in the air, defeated.

I blink at him, somewhat dazed. I place my face in my hands and stare at him, suddenly seeing him as someone different. He seems more…mature now. If that's even possible for an arrogant, idiotic, hard-headed 'blader like Tyson. It's weird thinking of Tyson as the responsible one. I turn this thought in my mind over and over again, trying to get used to the idea. Tyson's words are starting to make more sense now, so I refrain from using my usual retort. "Sometimes you can," I give him a soft smile, causing him to look at me quizzically. "Okay. So what am I supposed to do?"

He flashes me his trademark grin. "Go easy on us sometimes; we're not dogs you know,"

"With your eating habits, I wouldn't know it."

"Whatever," he scoffs. "The point is, maybe we'd all be nicer to you if you'd let us slack sometimes. I mean, we already have someone to work us into the ground with Mr. Sourpuss out there. We don't need another Kai! Oh god, that would be hell."

"Point taken," I laugh.

"But don't let go too much, Hil," he adds, his brown orbs locking onto my ruby ones. "We would never have gotten to be the World Champions for the past two years without your help," He looks down at his fingers and twiddles his thumbs anxiously. His confession has me caught off guard, although I'm startled to find that his nervousness while admitting it is kind of charming.

"Aww, Tys," I gush. "You're getting soft on me,"

"Shut up," he grunts, falling backwards onto his pillow again. "Okay, so I'm going back to bed. It's way too early. Night, Hil,"

I roll my eyes as he pulls the covers above his head, concealing his entire body. Momentarily, I debate whether to let Tyson sleep in a little longer or not, seeing as the extra forty-five minutes gave him some much-needed logic, humility, and a tiny bit of friendliness. Maybe giving him another hour would decrease his ego and boost his gentlemanly senses…well, sleep isn't a miracle worker, I suppose. So probably not.

Still, Sleep is Happiness. At least with Tyson.

"Oh no," I mutter, finally deciding to wake him up. "You're not getting out of practice that easily."

I'm almost positive that all of Tokyo hears Tyson scream a few moments later when I pour that ice-cold water over his head. Oh god, I freaking love my job.

(A/N): So what did you think? Tell me in a review if you'd like! I'd love to hear some thoughts of yours! :) Anyways, will try to start working on a new chapter soon. Other than that, Happy Early New Year :D Byeeee :)