Men Don't Change
Chapter 10
Kohari: OK, I'm updating anyway. This chapter is dedicated to Akuya-chan. Why? Because...he/she was the only person that actually threatened me! I won't take it seriously, though. I know ya'll just messing around.
Kai: Sure about that are we?
Kohari: Shut it. I'm not the one that sleeps with a pocket knife under my pillow.
Kai: How'd you find out about that?
Kohari: -cough, cough, cough, ahem-
Kai: HOW!
Kohari: -sweatdrop- Internet?
Kenny: Je- I mean Kohari does not own Beyblade. I think maybe we should start before this gets messy.
Chapter 10!
It was morning once again. Kai and Hilary hadn't shown up for practice and Ray and Max were going at it in the dish like always. Kenny? Typing away on that stupid laptop. As always. Tyson? Sitting on the porch steps, chin in hands, deep in thought (unfamiliar territority, there) about last night.
'Why should they come?' Tyson asked himself, watching the others laugh over the competitive game, depressed and afraid of what he had almost done. 'After all, I tried to kill Kai. And Hilary saw it. She'll never love me. She'll never forgive me. What have I done to myself?!' His head sunk deeper until his fingers mingled with his unnatural-colored hair.
For some reason, something in his gut told him to look up. The others had gone inside, without his knowing it, and Kai was walking through the entrance to the dojo. Tyson was happy to see him, and almost ran over to him, desperate to apologize, but as the captain strode past him without a word and giving him a friendly death glare, he realized that maybe now wasn't the time, and he went back into his trance.
A set of fingers cupped itself around his chin and pulled his face up so that their eyes met. "Tyson, are you okay?" a voice asked, genuinely concerned.
"Hilary," Tyson whispered, the only thing he could say. Then he pulled away and looked at the ground as she sat beside him on the dirt/dust-covered steps. "You hate me, don't you?" he asked, expecting a "duh", a slap, and resulting in a departing Hilary. The actuall reaction stunned him.
"No." He looked up, surprised. "I don't hate you." Was she saying what he thought she was saying? "I don't hate you, I hate what you did. What you almost did."
"Oh."
"Why, Tyson? Why would you try to do something like that?" Her eyes looked ready to cry at any second, and it really hurt him. How she felt about all this, what he had put her through, and he couldn't explain any of it.
"I - I don't even know. I just...I was so angry..."
"Why? Angry about what? What is there to be so mad about?" He turned to her, ready to spill his heart out to her, seeing as the others were inside and couldn't hear anything.
"Because...well, you broke up with me, and I couldn't see why. Then you're running around with my team captain like he's the best thing to ever happen to you. Which he probably was," he added as an afterthought. "And it hurt me, that you'd do this to me." His breathing was faltering, he was almost ready to cry, too. She looked sorry. "You never had to go out with me if you didn't love me to begin with."
"I thought I did..." She was at a loss for words too.
"I was jealous," he confessed. "Next thing I know, I'm at the bridge, and Kai's down at the river, and something came over me. I don't what possessed me, but my hand slipped to my knife and...it just happened that way. And you saw it. And now you'll never forgive me, and...this is all my fault. If I hadn't been so jealous..."
She was speechless. Now she was confused. For a second, she thought her heart was now pulling in two directions. One toward this boy, internally crying out for help, and one way toward the man of her dreams, Kai. But no relationship could ever be with Tyson, and she loved Kai more than anything.
"You can tell the cops. Or a shrink. I don't care. I just want all this to end. I just want to die!" Now the tears came flooding out of his eyes. And there is nothing sadder than seeing a blader like Tyson, conceited, and forever overconfident, crying his heart out and wishing for death. Contemplating suicide. It makes you want to die yourself, just hearing it.
"No. You didn't mean to do it. There's no need to tell anyone," Hilary reassured him.
"That's what you say, but it's not what you think," Tyson spluttered (is that a word?). "And it's not what Kai thinks, I know it." The tears greatly changed his voice.
"I've already talked to Kai. He's not gonna press charges, and he'll take the secret to his grave. It's okay."
"No. It's not. Even pretending like it never happened erases nothing!"
Hilary sighed. He was stuck on self-pity and making her feel sympathy towards him as well. Their friendship was transformed now. He was nothing but a friend, now, who needed help. And she was going to do her best to help him. Putting him in an asylum would only worsen matters for Tyson, she knew.
As she left after training that day with Kai at her side, she looked back. Tyson was still on that step, with dry eyes, and hadn't looked up since their conversation. Kai wished he could hate Tyson for what he had done. But, like Hilary, he couldn't hate him. He hated only what the boy had tried to do. And their friendship had greatly changed as well. Kai had once trusted Tyson, but now, he was a little apprehensive. Would Tyson try again?
Hilary cried herself to sleep that night. In her room, not Kai's. Was this her fault? Everything Tyson had told her had centered around his feelings for her. She had led him on, thinking herself that she loved him, and when she had found out that he wasn't changing, then she dropped him like a hot potato.
"What've I done?"
Kai's room was lonelier than usual that night. He had always preferred being a loner over being a friend, and now Hilary knew why. You can trust only yourself, he knew that, but he found himself trusting Hilary as well. It wasn't just him that had gotten hurt. She had suffered some mental blows as well in this whole ordeal. She wasn't taking it well, either. He vowed that he would protect her. From anything like this ever again. Physical or psychological pain. It didn't matter. He would protect her. Love conquers all, right? Wrong.
Kohari: Oh, what could I possibly mean by that? You'll just have to find out. IF I get...32 reviews. Sound okay? It better. And I know this wasn't exactly what anyone wanted, but whatever pops into my head, I type. So, sorry, Akuya-chan if this wasn't what you had in mind. At least her feelings for Tyson are sinking lower and lower. See, affection, then close friendship, and now just plain friendship. In fact, I don't think it's even friendship. Just help. Like a tutor for a student, ya know? Anyway...nobody shoot me for this either.
Hiei: (where'd he come from?!) -sword poised-
Kohari: Or slash me in half or any other fraction. No blood.
Hiei: Urgh. -leaves-
Kohari: Whatever. Don't you just love that boy? Anyway, I need suggestions. Oh, and next chapter: Tyson thinks about suicide, and no killing of Kai. I hope that's the way it'll go. Do you want him to actually try (and fail, I no want Ty fans storming my house and kidnapping me to hand me over to Iraqi people to torture (no offense to anyone)), or what? What'dya want?
All: We want you to shut up and write another chapter, bitch.
Kohari: Ooh. Harsh. That's not a very nice word to be using. And the rating will go up as of next chapter to R just to be safe. Review, and...Okay. I'll just shut it before --gets hit with rotten tomato-- . Okay, who's the genius that --another one--. Fine. Shutting up now! Bye! Geez!
Chapter 10
Kohari: OK, I'm updating anyway. This chapter is dedicated to Akuya-chan. Why? Because...he/she was the only person that actually threatened me! I won't take it seriously, though. I know ya'll just messing around.
Kai: Sure about that are we?
Kohari: Shut it. I'm not the one that sleeps with a pocket knife under my pillow.
Kai: How'd you find out about that?
Kohari: -cough, cough, cough, ahem-
Kai: HOW!
Kohari: -sweatdrop- Internet?
Kenny: Je- I mean Kohari does not own Beyblade. I think maybe we should start before this gets messy.
Chapter 10!
It was morning once again. Kai and Hilary hadn't shown up for practice and Ray and Max were going at it in the dish like always. Kenny? Typing away on that stupid laptop. As always. Tyson? Sitting on the porch steps, chin in hands, deep in thought (unfamiliar territority, there) about last night.
'Why should they come?' Tyson asked himself, watching the others laugh over the competitive game, depressed and afraid of what he had almost done. 'After all, I tried to kill Kai. And Hilary saw it. She'll never love me. She'll never forgive me. What have I done to myself?!' His head sunk deeper until his fingers mingled with his unnatural-colored hair.
For some reason, something in his gut told him to look up. The others had gone inside, without his knowing it, and Kai was walking through the entrance to the dojo. Tyson was happy to see him, and almost ran over to him, desperate to apologize, but as the captain strode past him without a word and giving him a friendly death glare, he realized that maybe now wasn't the time, and he went back into his trance.
A set of fingers cupped itself around his chin and pulled his face up so that their eyes met. "Tyson, are you okay?" a voice asked, genuinely concerned.
"Hilary," Tyson whispered, the only thing he could say. Then he pulled away and looked at the ground as she sat beside him on the dirt/dust-covered steps. "You hate me, don't you?" he asked, expecting a "duh", a slap, and resulting in a departing Hilary. The actuall reaction stunned him.
"No." He looked up, surprised. "I don't hate you." Was she saying what he thought she was saying? "I don't hate you, I hate what you did. What you almost did."
"Oh."
"Why, Tyson? Why would you try to do something like that?" Her eyes looked ready to cry at any second, and it really hurt him. How she felt about all this, what he had put her through, and he couldn't explain any of it.
"I - I don't even know. I just...I was so angry..."
"Why? Angry about what? What is there to be so mad about?" He turned to her, ready to spill his heart out to her, seeing as the others were inside and couldn't hear anything.
"Because...well, you broke up with me, and I couldn't see why. Then you're running around with my team captain like he's the best thing to ever happen to you. Which he probably was," he added as an afterthought. "And it hurt me, that you'd do this to me." His breathing was faltering, he was almost ready to cry, too. She looked sorry. "You never had to go out with me if you didn't love me to begin with."
"I thought I did..." She was at a loss for words too.
"I was jealous," he confessed. "Next thing I know, I'm at the bridge, and Kai's down at the river, and something came over me. I don't what possessed me, but my hand slipped to my knife and...it just happened that way. And you saw it. And now you'll never forgive me, and...this is all my fault. If I hadn't been so jealous..."
She was speechless. Now she was confused. For a second, she thought her heart was now pulling in two directions. One toward this boy, internally crying out for help, and one way toward the man of her dreams, Kai. But no relationship could ever be with Tyson, and she loved Kai more than anything.
"You can tell the cops. Or a shrink. I don't care. I just want all this to end. I just want to die!" Now the tears came flooding out of his eyes. And there is nothing sadder than seeing a blader like Tyson, conceited, and forever overconfident, crying his heart out and wishing for death. Contemplating suicide. It makes you want to die yourself, just hearing it.
"No. You didn't mean to do it. There's no need to tell anyone," Hilary reassured him.
"That's what you say, but it's not what you think," Tyson spluttered (is that a word?). "And it's not what Kai thinks, I know it." The tears greatly changed his voice.
"I've already talked to Kai. He's not gonna press charges, and he'll take the secret to his grave. It's okay."
"No. It's not. Even pretending like it never happened erases nothing!"
Hilary sighed. He was stuck on self-pity and making her feel sympathy towards him as well. Their friendship was transformed now. He was nothing but a friend, now, who needed help. And she was going to do her best to help him. Putting him in an asylum would only worsen matters for Tyson, she knew.
As she left after training that day with Kai at her side, she looked back. Tyson was still on that step, with dry eyes, and hadn't looked up since their conversation. Kai wished he could hate Tyson for what he had done. But, like Hilary, he couldn't hate him. He hated only what the boy had tried to do. And their friendship had greatly changed as well. Kai had once trusted Tyson, but now, he was a little apprehensive. Would Tyson try again?
Hilary cried herself to sleep that night. In her room, not Kai's. Was this her fault? Everything Tyson had told her had centered around his feelings for her. She had led him on, thinking herself that she loved him, and when she had found out that he wasn't changing, then she dropped him like a hot potato.
"What've I done?"
Kai's room was lonelier than usual that night. He had always preferred being a loner over being a friend, and now Hilary knew why. You can trust only yourself, he knew that, but he found himself trusting Hilary as well. It wasn't just him that had gotten hurt. She had suffered some mental blows as well in this whole ordeal. She wasn't taking it well, either. He vowed that he would protect her. From anything like this ever again. Physical or psychological pain. It didn't matter. He would protect her. Love conquers all, right? Wrong.
Kohari: Oh, what could I possibly mean by that? You'll just have to find out. IF I get...32 reviews. Sound okay? It better. And I know this wasn't exactly what anyone wanted, but whatever pops into my head, I type. So, sorry, Akuya-chan if this wasn't what you had in mind. At least her feelings for Tyson are sinking lower and lower. See, affection, then close friendship, and now just plain friendship. In fact, I don't think it's even friendship. Just help. Like a tutor for a student, ya know? Anyway...nobody shoot me for this either.
Hiei: (where'd he come from?!) -sword poised-
Kohari: Or slash me in half or any other fraction. No blood.
Hiei: Urgh. -leaves-
Kohari: Whatever. Don't you just love that boy? Anyway, I need suggestions. Oh, and next chapter: Tyson thinks about suicide, and no killing of Kai. I hope that's the way it'll go. Do you want him to actually try (and fail, I no want Ty fans storming my house and kidnapping me to hand me over to Iraqi people to torture (no offense to anyone)), or what? What'dya want?
All: We want you to shut up and write another chapter, bitch.
Kohari: Ooh. Harsh. That's not a very nice word to be using. And the rating will go up as of next chapter to R just to be safe. Review, and...Okay. I'll just shut it before --gets hit with rotten tomato-- . Okay, who's the genius that --another one--. Fine. Shutting up now! Bye! Geez!