Herschel sighed and stood, taking Cycnus up with him. "Herschel?" The other did not answer. Herschel reached into his back pocket and pulled pulled out Duo Ice-Titan. He then carefully snapped the bey onto his launcher and let it rip!
The beyblade clinked to the ground, rotating freely. "Ice-titan," He commanded. "Show me the way!" The dark indigo top began to race into the distance. "Herschel," Cycnus asked looking up at him. "How can we keep up? I can't walk."
Yellow met caramel for a second before Herschel swooped Cycnus off his feet and was chasing the beyblade. The injured cream could see burning determination cross through those eyes. He closed his, the night before repeated in his head. His mind buzzed, it was painful.
He felt weak, his body numb. His head became heavy.
Was it because he was starved?
Or tired?
Or was fate just messing with him?
Herschel must of sensed something because he called Ice-titan to a halt.
He layed him down. "What's wrong?" Cycnus looked up, his lover meant business. "I feel weak." It was a small statement, Herschel looked grim. "We need to get out of here." He picked Cycnus up again and told Titan to start.
The small beyblade speeding faster and faster until it stopped spinning all together. Herschel had stopped as well and gripped him tightly. Instead of running he walked, no words were traded.
"Herschel?" Nothing. "Herschel? Aren't you tired? Why don't you take a break?" Still there was nothing, no sound or movement besides Herschel's steps. "Do... Do you hate me?"
Herschel stopped dead. "What?" He asked looking at him quizzically. "Why would you even ask that?" He held his breath, why did he ask that? "Well...I just thought that... Um... So... Do you... Hate me?"
Herschel closed his eyes and huffed frustratedly. "Of course not!" He practically yelled. "If I hated you then why would I be carrying you around!?" Cycnus smiled, he didn't hate him.
"Put me down." Herschel looked at him. "No."
"Please? I want to try and walk so your arms can rest." Herschel gave him a mistrusting look. "No." Cycnus pouted. "I promise to hold your hand." Herschel looked aside and gave in. "Fine." He said putting him down.
"But it hurts tell me, alright?" Cycnus nodded. "Alright!"