How many months has it been? Over three already? Yeah I know. Not only was I busy, but was shrouded with a turmoil overtime. Several months and I still haven't really healed, but I will strive to pull through it :)
"Wakey, wakey, homeboy!" A yell escaped Tyson's eardrum.
"Grandpa…," he said feebly. "I don't wanna go to school…"
"Snap out of it buddy!" Ray added. Tyson awoke with his eyes widened, with his back pinned on the hospital bed. "How's been a week at the hospital?"
"Totally pleasant," he said sarcastically. "The only thing good about this hospital excursion is staying a million miles away from being a janitor."
Max chuckled. "Hilary still makes you clean the washrooms?"
"No!" Tyson snapped in frustration. "I've got another girl on my case now."
"Sometimes, I wonder if you'd do a better job at the community service than as a blader," mused Kenny. "Anyway, we arent here to chat, remember? There are some important things you need to know."
"Uh, yeah," said Tyson. "So, what's the big rush, chief?"
"Well!" Shrieked Kenny. "I don't know if we should freak out, but…some members have…. gone missing…"
"WHAT?!" Hollered Tyson. "And you expect us not to freak out?"
"We havent finished yet!" Carped Ray. "I don't know if 'missing' would sound right, but we havent encountered a few members: Hilary, Mariah, Miguel and Rick. It has been two days but there's no sign of them."
"In addition to that, Hilary hasn't been showing up in school, Tyson," added Kenny. "After a lot of pondering, we can only conclude that things are dubious."
"No way," whispered Tyson. "This has to be some kind of joke. I mean, hello, this is Hilary we're talking about, remember? I can't even conceive the fact that she would skip school."
"Exactly," said a voice lurking in the shadows. "And that's why the bladers have most probably gone missing."
"Kai?" Max blurted.
"Ray, how come Mariah wasn't with the White Tigers?" Kai interrogated with his arms folded.
"I don't know. She told she'd got some personal work. Her moves were pretty skeptical," explained Ray. "None of us expected something like this, which adds on to why we didn't really bother."
"Rick always obeys himself, so no point even asking me," Max deadpanned.
Everyone brooded with there jaws fallen by centimeters.
"Well, great," grumbled Tyson. "I'm discharging from the hospital tomorrow, that's it."
"But Tyson you-"
"No, Kenny. I have to get out. We're going to start investigating tomorrow."
"But you're injured! You'll have walk on sticks!" Kenny protested with all his might, frustration and intimidation. "You can't just storm off the hospital!"
"Kenny, how in the world do you expect me to sit around doing nothing?!" Tyson balled his fists as he argued back with a barbarous tone. "First Mr. Dickenson and Hiro fly off to New York leaving insinuations which actually have good-for-nothing hints and now four bladers go missing?! And you want me to do nothing about it?!"
"Tyson, I think you should calm down a little," said Ray, getting under Tyson's skin.
"Calm down?! CALM DOWN?!" Tyson yelled with a face like thunder, nearly jumping off the bed. "If you think I'd let you guys check this out on your own, you're totally wrong! Even if it means walking on sticks, I'm going to come no matter what! So pleasingly let your conflicts back off so I feel a bit more spacious!"
"All that anger's gonna go for waste if they end up restricting you from getting off the bed, you know," said Emily in an attempt to jeer Tyson.
"You wish, dude. They already mentioned that if I want to get out, I can do so from Friday." Tyson smirked with an attempt to strike the jeer back on Emily.
"For your information, Tyson, tomorrow is Wednesday." Kenny said, as if completely annoyed by the fact that Tyson took a toll on Emily.
"You don't really think two days is going to make a difference, right? Besides, I can pull off anything." Tyson argued out of his ego. "Now, leave me alone for a while. I need a break, sheesh…"
"Don't ya dare talk like that to us, Tyson!" Daichi yelled, bursting his lungs out.
Tyson scoffed. "You're the biggest obstruction if anything,"
"Take that back!"
Kai had surreptitiously taken his leave as Tyson and Daichi argued. Laughs and bickers faded into silence as he walked away, mostly worried about not settling a score with Tyson in the championships. Yes, before he cared more about the match than the title, but now he was yearning a higher goal to be entitled as the World Beyblade Champion, of this year and ahead thereof.
Things got nerve-wracking as soon as everything from Mr. Dickenson to Daichi came in the way.
'To cover bigger obstacles, one must break the smaller ones first,' pondered Kai with his feet echoing in the halls of the hospital. 'That's how it is, at least in beyblading,'
Kai's brain flowed some flashbacks from the past, when each member declared how a team should work together to come out on top. It contradicted his opinion, who to this date, believed that he didn't exactly require 'teamwork' to grasp his goals. Considering what happened with Gideon and the bit-beasts two years ago was a no-brainer because fighting The Psykicks in order to protect their bit-beasts wasn't exactly his goal, it was destiny, so he'd count that out. Plus, it was the fault on being on a 'team', or else he'd never have to bother anyway.
'Please, I couldn't care less about teamwork or lack thereof, but following the path, it's appears like a big obstacle even before the final one,' He ceased in front of the glass of another room in the hospital. He was a bed-ridden boy, completely mutilated by bruises. A major throwback, it prompted him to remember Tala's situation over the BEGA fiasco.
'Tala, just wait. I'm coming soon.'
Days were dull and boring. With no signs of Mr. Dickenson around, announcements for any tournaments were farfetched. Without Tyson around, the kid's golden idol was dusting underground.
Mentally wanted posters clogged up in the G-Revolution's minds, ever since the four bladers went missing. The news was abrupt and leisure to Tyson. To him, it's as though everyone except was taking the whole situation very lightly.
It was all consistent until Kenny received a call. Kenny, who was languishing on the bed, didn't have the energy to get up, was electrified by Dizzi's voice.
"Aw, give me a break chief. I think my parts will rupture if I listen to that any longer."
"You really need a better sense of humour, Dizzi," remarked Kenny, rather harshly, typically out of his mood. But he got up anyway, slovenly brushing his hair.
"Hello?"
"Kenny, listen very carefully…"
"Huh?" Kenny scoffed for a second, before getting up on feet unceremoniously. "Mr. Dickenson?!"
"Yes, I am very sorry I havent been in contact in a very long time. But for the meantime, I have announced a small competition for the G-Revolutions."
"Before that, where are you?"
"Hiro and I are still stuck up with work, but let's get on with the competition. I have announced a small event for the boys and girls of G-Revolutions, however, it is not a beybattle. It's a little different this time, based on your thinking styles."
Kenny twitched and jerked in bewilderment. "Thinking styles…? Let me guess, is this some sort of an IQ test?"
"Yes, exactly," said Mr. Dickenson frankly.
"But…Mr. Dickenson, why would they wanna compete like that? Especially Tyson. He's gonna recuperate soon, which means he'd be joining too and I'm sure he would want proper battles instead."
"Indeed, my boy, but it's about time we bring something different to the disputes in the world of beyblading."
"But Mr. Dickenson!"
"I will E-Mail you the address tomorrow with all the details. Goodbye."
The phone cut as Kenny sighed the telephone speaker. At the same time, a thought of Mr. Dickenson's 'odd' behaviour crossed his mind. He had never hastened things in such a scrappy manner. He knew, especially Daichi, would be against this and this would go on until things get on the skin of their teeth. But since he was really exhausted, he decided to take it in anyway.
This chapter was a little short so that I can start fresh tomorrow with continuing with the storyline effectively.