I'm sorry for the late. Anyway, here ya go!
Rushing over to his dad's shop, Max finally got hold of the PPB Research and Development center's number. But they were destined to get no response, proportional to Kai's theory.
"Why won't anyone pick up?" Max said dejectedly.
"Maybe the PPB and the BBA are having the same issues," pondered Kenny. "We need to think of something and fast!"
Tyson sighed. "Yeah, but what? Hiro's gone, Mr. Dickenson's gone…man can I guy get a break from betrayals?"
"Why are we even bothering if it's none of our business?" Rick snorted. "Instead of wasting time here, I think I'm going to get some practice. If you get some clues, count me in."
Rick walked straight out of the room. "Take care Tyson."
"Hey, I think I aye for Rick." Michael piped.
Everyone begun to agree and walk out in amble, leaving only the Ex-BladeBreakers behind.
"Just great," Tyson groaned. "People really enjoying playing my traitor."
"Don't take it the wrong way, Ty." Max reassured with a grin. "Besides, you need to get some rest."
"Hmph." Tyson huffed. "Forget about it."
He beat the blanket on his back and his averted his face from his teammates.
"You guys can get going."
"But Tyson-"
"Excuse me," a nurse called out. "Your visiting hours are over for today. I'm afraid the patient needs his rest now."
"Just a little bit longer, please?" Hilary begged.
"I'm sorry, but the hours are all ours for a while." The nurse explained.
Hilary retorted a sigh.
"Tyson," she said, turning towards him. "You better not be stuck in doldrums and you better take rest good!"
He didn't respond.
"Let's get going, guys." Ray said lowly.
The group reluctantly walked away, with Kai storming off at his own pace. Kenny, Ray, Max, Hilary and Daichi walked towards the Dojo.
"Why is Tyson so frustrated? I really don't like the sound of it." Max said dejectedly.
"It's typical of him to act this way, Max." Ray said calmy. "Plus, he's under the weather. We should give him some break."
"Yeah, but we should really beef things up, considering the scenarios around," Kenny said leisurely.
They ceased at his house. The door slowly slid open right before them.
"Yo, how's my T-Dawg? The last time I checked on him was around seven."
"Ah," paused Kenny. "Yeah, he's okay…I guess."
Everyone exchanged looks.
Kenny laughed hesitantly, breaking the silence. "Hey, uh, let's get to sleep. It's late."
"Where's your mature dude Hiro?"
The squad gasped.
"You mean he left without your presence too?" Kenny asked, turning back sharply.
"That little dude hasn't been home since afternoon. He told he sought some work and headed out."
"Yeah, it's true. Apparently Mr. Dickenson and Hiro left for New York without a trace. They had some work at the New York BBA headquarters." Ray explained.
"Well they better be at work then! Stop goofin' around like this, homies! Get some sleep!"
The night was gloomy and dark. The setting represented melancholy and a mused state of thoughts.
"Leave me alone…" said a faint voice. "Go away…all of you…"
"Tyson, no!" The brunette snapped. "What's gotten into you?"
"Me…?" The shadow lurched. "What's gotten into me…? Hils, is this some kind of leg pulling joke?"
The rest of the G-Revolutions backed off.
"You guys are nothing but traitors," said Tyson evilly. "Seriously, fuck all of you."
"Hey, snap out of it, buddy!" Ray said apprehensively. "What's the deal with you?"
"You wouldn't understand!" The champ hollered.
"Yes we would!" Max argued. "You're taking everything personally and in the wrong way!"
"Tyson…" muttered Hilary, placing her fists close to her heart.
Kenny's guise had fear and intimidation. His back was rammed into the stubborn soil, with his arms glued around his laptop. Nearly every G-Revolution member gawked at him with fear, worry, anxiety and tears.
"I've had enough over the years!" The navy-haired teen stomped on his feet. A dragon figure faintly made its presence behind him. "Dragoon! Go get them all!"
The dragon pathed towards the crew at a high speed, unceremoniously clashing into each.
"NOOOOOOOO!" The crew screamed in anguish. "AHHHHH-"
Hilary shot up on her back. Her entire face was shrouded with sweat and exhaustion. She gave a long sigh of relief after finding out that it was just a nightmare.
Pushing away the blankets, she didn't bother jumping out of her red jumpers and pajamas and headed straight out of the dojo. She thought her movements were surreptitious, but in reality, Kai had red-handedly caught her sneaking out.
"Where are you going?" The amethyst eyed blader said stoically.
Hilary turned back with a gasp. "Nothing- for a walk," she lied. She was flabbergasted by his sudden appearance.
"It's better if you leave Tyson alone for now," he suggested. "He needs his space."
Hilary's eyebrows wrinkled with a frown. "No way! I can't watch Tyson like this!"
Kai concealed his amethyst pearls. "Whatever. Don't come crying to us if you end up arguing."
"It won't happen," she said with a smirk. "I know what I'm doing."
She rushed through the suburbs towards the hospital. She needed a small talk with Tyson after the nightmare that clogged up her brain.
"Excuse me!" she exclaimed, pushing aside the arcadia doors. She ended up panting on her knees.
"Oh!" the receptionist stuttered in shock. "Is there an…emergency?"
"No, no!" she breathed. "Everything's okay. But I need a talk with, uh, Tyson Granger."
"I'm afraid, Miss. It's about 2 AM and the patient is asleep." She frowned.
"Oh, don't worry about it! We had it all planned! Please guide me there!" she lied.
The nurse, though bewildered, took Hilary to Tyson's room. Not surprisingly, she knew Tyson was awake. She placed both of her hands on her hips and gaped at the boy furiously.
"I knew you wouldn't be asleep!" She exclaimed.
"Hilary?!" Tyson yelled. "What're you-"
"Low it down! We're in a hospital! Not to mention it's already two!"
She took a catwalk towards his bed. She sat on the edge of his bed, prompting him to shift over so she could sit as well. He did so with a perplexed sweat-drop.
"You're gonna get sick," he warned.
She huffed, as though offended.
"Alright, forget it." He sighed. "What's up, Hil? You really should be asleep."
"Tyson, is something bothering you?"
He scoffed. "Something? The real question is what isn't bothering me! From Eriot to Daichi, from beyblading to bey-traying! From a champ to a chump! I'd be the first historical figure to need leave nothing behind on the list!"
"Wait, bey-traying?" She asked in confusion.
"Get it?" He lit a bulb. "Bey-"
"Okay, I got it." She rolled her eyes. "If you're wondering why I'm here this late, it's because I'm really worried about you, Tyson. Your frustrated behaviour has really taken an overclock this time. Even Dizzi wouldn't have been able to take half the load I'm struggling to take in!"
"I'm not following," he said impassively.
"Do I really have to spell it out?"
"My brain ain't gonna function." He explained. "I'm totally blue in the face."
Hilary sighed. "Just remember, you can take your frustration out on me. Like you always do."
"What?" He said sourly. "Pardon my French, but what the fuck? Why the heck would I wanna take my frustration out on you?!"
"You are oblivious to the fact that you always do, Tyson," she said calmly. "But anyway, guess what?"
"Don't brush it off!" He hollered. "I'm sorry if I really did dump it all on you!"
"Hey!" She protested. "If I didn't know any better, it's a really good medicine for you! You actually cure!"
He backed off a little in agreement. "Well I guess you're right."
"Anyway, look!" she exclaimed, pulling out an object from her pocket.
"It's just your Beyblade," he said tentatively, conspicuously aware of the fact that he was missing out on something she was trying to show. "What about it?"
"The bit!"
"The…huh?" He snorted. "What- you…you earned a bit-beast?!"
"Took you long enough!" She quavered in excitement.
"Woah! I'm so happy for ya, Hil! I knew you worthy of the nine-tails fox bit-beast which was a heirloom in your family!"
"I can finally be called a good-spirited beyblader!" She said proudly.
"Not so fast!" He jeered. "You gotta connect yourself with your bit beast and grow a unique bond with it. It's not a walk in the park!"
"I know, but I'm excited!"
"I felt the same way when I got dragoon," he said with a grin. "But you know, Hil, I think there's something you should really know. Even if you werent a-"
Tyson felt a heavy weight on his shoulder. Hilary, who was exclaiming with excitement seconds ago on the negative side of the same number, had fallen in a tranquil slumber.
"I didn't even need my full-fledged nature to see how sleep-deprived you were. Well, good night."