Wingzero: Hey, we're back!
Tyson: *still crying in the bathroom*
Yugi: *tries to comfort the beyblader through the door*
Yami: *helps his aibou*
Kai: *stands in the corner watching everyone*
Ray: *joins Yugi and Yami*
Max: *pitches in along with Kenny*
Malik: He's still in there?
Wingzero: Yup.
Death Scythe: They're trying to talk him into coming out.
Malik: I don't think it's working.
Ray: Please Tyson come out. We promise we won't be harsh.
Wingzero: I'd better go help them. *goes over towards the small crowd*
Tyson: Please, leave me alone!
Wingzero: Tyson, would you feel better if everyone except the person you're comfortable with leaves? *waits for his answer*
Tyson: I can handle that.
Yugi: Who do you want to stay?
Tyson: Could Ray stay?
Ray: Sure, Tyson.
Wingzero: *ushers everyone out of the room except for Ray*
Black Luster Soldier: *holds up a sign reading "Wingzero does not own Beyblade or Yu-Gi-Oh."*
*************Tyson's POV************
I can't believe it! I STILL can't believe it. They knew. All of them knew. Once upon a time, I couldn't care, but this time it was different. I value their friendship and judgment. Would they accept me even if I tried to do it? I don't know if I can handle losing another family.
Back when I had a family, I wanted my parents to be proud of me so I did everything to the best of my ability. That was when my parents got along with each other, before my grandma died. Then the beatings started. I desperately tried to win over their favor by being a good little boy. I finished my homework and ate all my vegetables. Unfortunately, they still used me as their personal punching bag. All the other kid's parents wished that their child could be more like me. I made top scores in all my subjects.
My world came crashing down when they discovered the beatings, not that I mind. They took me away from my parents. Secretly, I had been wishing that they would get help. Often I would pick up information on anger management, only to receive twice the beating for it. They had a problem admitting they have an anger management problem. Once away from my parents, I had longed for them to return, not as they are but the way we used to be. As the months dragged on, I dropped all hopes. Several times, I have mailed them letters. They returned my letters with letters of hate and bitterness.
I had given up trying to reform my parents. Now, I don't know whether I should hate them or have pity on them, though I'm leaning towards the latter. They don't know what they have put me through. Just when I thought I had gotten a second chance, a second family, they come barging in. Most likely, they're demanding my grandpa to return me. I hope he doesn't, because I don't know if they have resolved their anger problem or if they're still going to use me as their punching bag again.
As of now, I face the hardest challenge that was ever set before me. I had to confront my team mates about my near death suicide. Okay, I had attempted to take my life before, but that was before I had met any of them. I didn't know I would be on a world famous beyblading team; let alone the world champions. What do I tell them? Will they accept me even though I nearly tried to..? What will I do if they reject me?
Several thoughts raced through my mind. Most likely they will kick me off the team. I know they wouldn't beat me up. They weren't the type of person to physically take their aggression. However, they'd probably challenge me to a duel. I can picture it now.
Max nervously twitches as he sits on a chair trying to remain calm. Kenny and Dizzi works furiously on ways to improve the other three beyblades. Ray meditates in a dark corner. His eyes show disappointment. Kai just as impassive as usual makes the announcement. I am off the team. As I leave, the entire team looks at me with various expressions. I can't take it anymore so I make a break for it.
That was how I think it would end up, but they have their moments. I wondered if this was going to be one of them. It would take a miracle for them to accept me. I can understand them accepting Ray's past. It was completely out of his hands, but I had control over mine. Well, I had control over certain parts.
I don't know how much time has passed. Since we don't have a cock in the bathroom, I can't measure the time. Exactly how long have I been here? I know we have a second bathroom. A soft knock could be heard on the door.
"What?" I croaked out. I tried to sound normal. Notice the word tried.
"Tyson, please let us help you," Ray pleaded. His voice sounded very worried.
"Leave me alone," I mumbled loudly.
"Tyson! You need help," Max's stern but gentle voice carried through the door.
"I need time in my thoughts," I returned. It was partially true. I do needed time to myself, but at the same time, I needed someone to comfort me. I needed a reassuring voice, telling me everything was going to be alright.
"You've been there for two hours," Kenny protested. "I'd say that is enough time."
"Not for me," I answered. I released my hold on me legs and allowed them to dangle off the edge. Glancing up in the mirror, I could see my red eyes.
"You know we're not leaving until we're sure you okay," Ray sighed. I guess I must be more trouble that I'm worth.
"Don't worry about me," I tried to assure them. Who am I kidding? I'm not even fooling myself.
"But we are worried," Max spoke up. "This is not like you."
"You're a part of the team," Kenny said. "We worry about each other and help each other during times of crisis. You even said it yourself, though not in the exact words."
"Yeah, that's right!" Max whole heartedly agreed.
So I am part of the team? Funny, I was the one who emphasized team work. We should work as a team and act like a team. Out of all of us, I guessed I was the most team oriented. Nevertheless, why do I feel like I'm not part of the team? Why do I feel that I'm on the outside?
Then Ray's gentle and soothing voice echoed in my mind. "Tyson, you've helped me in more ways that you thought. Please, let me help you."
What have I helped him with? "What are you talking about?"
"Remember the time when I had lost my bit beast?" Ray reflected on that tragic moment of his history. He had been battling Kevin, when Driger left.
"I remembered," I answered. This time, I found my normal voice.
"I had left to go find myself," Ray explained. "I had specifically asked for no one to follow me, but you being you wouldn't take no for an answer. You followed me to where I was practicing and helped me to see why I joined the Bladebreakers."
"The others would have done just the same," I said, hoping the others would answer yes.
"I'm not sure about that," Kenny said, hesitatingly.
"Does this have anything to do with your near death experience?" Kai finally had spoken up. He must have been tired of us pussyfooting around the real issue.
My mouth opened yet no words came out. Once again, I made an effort to speak except it came out more of a squeak. "What about it?"
"Think about it," Kai said firmly. "When I mentioned your past child abuse, you didn't freak out. Once the topic of suicide was brought up, you run out of the room like a scared animal."
"Now that you mention it," Ray started saying.
"Why?" Max asked. "Why, Tyson?"
"You wouldn't understand," I returned. Shifting uncomfortably, I soon discovered a razor. My eyes widened as I thought of doing a repeat performance. Where did that come from?
"We'll try," Ray persisted.
"My parents," I said. I didn't want to explain fully so I had hoped those two words would do the trick. If not, then I didn't know what else to say.
"You know you can come to any of us," Ray assured. "On second thought, you can come to any three of us."
"You lied to us," Kai said harshly.
"What?" My mind was still reeling.
"When I asked you why you woke up in the middle of the night, you said it was your fear of losing," Kai now explained. "You never told us about your nightmares or past history."
"How did you know I was having nightmares?" I asked.
"I have my ways," Kai replied coolly.
"Kai, that's enough!" Ray chided our team captain. "Why didn't you tell us?"
"I have my reason," I answered. Getting up, I took apart my beyblade and shoved each part underneath the door.
"Tyson, what are you doing?" Max asked, completely caught off guard. I had given all my parts, except for my bit beast.
"I didn't buy those parts," I said honestly. "So why should I keep them?"
"TYSON!!" Ray screamed at me. "We'd never kick you off the team. You're an important part to the Bladebreakers."
"I agree," Max chirped.
"Affirmative," Kenny agreed with the other two.
"I don't know," Kai said. A few moments of time passed. "If he's going to be in this condition, it would be better for all of us, if he didn't stay."
"You can't mean that!" Max practically screamed in horror.
This confirmed my worst fear. My family was breaking apart. My parents were most likely going to gain custody of me and use me as their punching bag. Suddenly, the razor looked more appealing than ever. My hand slowly made its way to it. I had to steady my arm, because I would drop it before I accomplish my task.
"Kai! You should be ashamed of yourself," Ray chided him. "He's mentally unstable right now. The last thing he needs is your sharp criticism."
"Tyson needs encouragement," Kenny added.
"Tyson?" Max called out to me. He repeated this several times. I didn't want to answer. My thoughts were focused upon my task. I wanted to do it and get it done, but something was holding me back.
As the blade neared my wrists, the door suddenly swung open. I snapped my attention to the four boys standing outside the bathroom door. They had various degrees of shock on their faces. As they stood there dumbfounded, I moved the blade closer to my wrists when someone knocked it out of my grasp. It landed on the floor with a clatter.
I looked up to find a very worried Ray. Tears began to stream down my face, once again. I realized I just tried to take my life in front of my team mates. Strong arms wrapped around me. They held me in a comforting embrace. I buried my head into his shoulder. We stayed that way for awhile.
"Why?" a soft voice asked. I easily recognized it as Max's voice.
"I didn't want to lose any of you," I answered, though it was muffled.
"We'll always be here for you," Kenny assured me. "Just like you're always there for us."
"We wouldn't kick you off the team," Ray comforted me. I took a chance and looked up from his shoulder. The others had concerned looks on their faces, even Kai. "Though one of us.." They glared at our team captain.
"Maybe it would be better if Tyson signs up as a reserve," Kai said, after thinking thoroughly.
"I guess so," I whispered.
Kai abruptly turned around and started heading towards the door. When he noticed our confusion, he answered, "I'm going to see if his parents are still around. Besides, I stink at this."
"You don't say," I said with a little sarcasm. With that, he departed from our company. "Could I talk to you alone?"
"Sure," Ray answered. Kenny and Max nodded their heads.
"Before you say anything, please listen to what I have to tell you," I pleaded. He gave me a sign, indicating he will comply. "I never told you, because I thought I would lose you guys. My parents weren't always abusive. I was their precious son until a chain of events led them to the beatings. Since then, I wished every night for a family. I wished for my family to return, but I lost all hopes when my parents wouldn't change. When we became I team, I found the family I desperately wished for. Max was the brother I never had. Kenny sort of acted like a big brother and father combined into one. Kai, I don't know about him. You're a big brother to me."
"Tyson..." his voice trailed off. He picked me up and sat me on his lap when he had taken a seat on the toilet.
"It sounds lame," I sighed. I leaned on his shoulder.
"No, it doesn't," Ray answered. "I understand why you do the things you do."
"You won't tell the others?" I begged him.
"I promise," Ray assured me.
Later that evening, we decided to go out to eat. Everyone wanted to eat at different places, but they agreed to go wherever I wanted to. Let's see what I feel tonight. How about sushi!
"How can you eat that stuff?" Kai asked me. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"It's not that bad," I teased him. The others smiled as I began to act like my normal self.
"Have you even tried it?" Max questioned.
"No," Kai replied. He turned away from us.
"It's actually good," Ray said.
"The little kitty likes his fish raw?" I tormented him.
Max bursted out laughing at my comment. Ray glared at me. Kai remained impassive. Kenny giggled and Dizzi she joined Max. Pretty soon, I found myself being hauled onto someone's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Hey!"
"That's what you get for teasing me," Ray teased me back. It was a good thing we weren't in public. Otherwise, we would be drawing a crowd.
"Are you boys ready?" Mr. Dickenson asked. "Ray, why are you carrying Tyson?"
In case you're wondering, we invited him over for a team celebration. It wouldn't be one without him. After all, he did create our team.
"They're just being silly," Max answered for Ray.
"Oh," Mr. Dickenson said.
"I had already made reservations," Kenny spoke up. "We should be leaving if we want to be there on time."
"You didn't tell them we're celebrating our win, did you?" I asked the Chief.
"Yeah, I don't want a repeat of yesterday," Max shuddered at the thought.
"I've got it covered," Kenny assured us. "You can put Tyson down."
Ray blushed and placed me on my two feet. "We should wait for .."
Grandpa barged in interrupting Ray. "Hey, are we ready to par-ty!"
That was Grandpa for you. "We were about to leave."
"Cool!" He raced off towards the car.
"Is he always like that?" Kai raised his brow.
"If you think this is worse, I suggest not coming to our Christmas party," I sighed.
"Why?" Kai and Max asked simultaneously.
"Because he goes on a sugar high," I answered. "It's twenty no a hundred times worse than his normal." I flinched inwardly as I recalled the last Christmas.
"What is his normal?" Max questioned.
"That IS his normal," I replied. The other shuddered at the thought.
Eventually, we made our way down to the restaurant. This was one of the more cool type of sushi places. They targeted preteens to young adults. Since many sushi places were formal, they decided to open one up that was more casual. They were an instant success, because they had lower prices and a relaxed atmosphere. Off to the side, they had a beyblade stadium. On the opposite side, they had two rows of computers. Several people were playing online games.
"Check out the action," I whisked the others straight to the beyblade stadium.
"I thought you were hungry," Kenny said.
"That can wait," I said as we watched the amateurs go against each other.
"Aw," one kid whined as his beyblade was sent flying out of the stadium.
"Who else challenges me?" someone about our age asked, full of arrogance.
We weren't wearing our usual clothes so they didn't recognize us. "I challenge you."
"Another victim?" he smirked.
"What makes you think you are going to win?" I said, nonchalantly.
"I am undefeated," he laughed at me.
"Looks like someone needs to learn his lesson." It was my turn to smirk. Max acted at the referee for our battle. The others stood off to the side.
As our two blades battled each other, more people crowded around us. They pushed and shoved each other to get a better view. At first, it seemed our blades were evenly matched, but I haven't called on Dragoon. Heck, I wasn't even trying.
"Put him out of his misery," Kai spoke up so everyone could hear.
"You must be joking," my opponent laughed at him. "No one can defeat me!"
"Get over yourself," I returned. Should I attack? Toying with him does sound fun. By now, we had a huge crowd surrounding us. I looked over at the others, who nodded their heads. "Dragoon, attack!" My dragon immediately appeared before everyone's eyes. In less than a second, my opponent's blade came flying out of the stadium.
"It can't be..." he gasped. "You can't be the Bladebreakers!"
"We are the last time I checked," Max answered.
Whispers and murmurs erupted from the crowd. What are they planning? "Hey, shouldn't we be ordering our food?" I was about dragged Ray and Max off to our table.
Then it happened. My parents had decided to make an appearance. They had such great timing. NOT!!
"Tyson, you're coming with us."
Wingzero: Another chappie finished.
Kai: Aren't we proud of ourselves?
Wingzero: Don't knock it cause yours is next.
Kai: *cowers*
Max: Why did you stop there?
Wingzero: I need names for Tyson's parents. I can't keep calling them Tyson's mom or dad.
Death Scythe: She does have a point.
Kenny: What do you have in mind?
Wingzero: I was thinking about the Japanese words for anger and hate. Or maybe death and war.
Max: Only you could think of that.
Wingzero: Why do you think I named my yami Death Scythe?
Max: -_-;
Tyson: *still crying in the bathroom*
Yugi: *tries to comfort the beyblader through the door*
Yami: *helps his aibou*
Kai: *stands in the corner watching everyone*
Ray: *joins Yugi and Yami*
Max: *pitches in along with Kenny*
Malik: He's still in there?
Wingzero: Yup.
Death Scythe: They're trying to talk him into coming out.
Malik: I don't think it's working.
Ray: Please Tyson come out. We promise we won't be harsh.
Wingzero: I'd better go help them. *goes over towards the small crowd*
Tyson: Please, leave me alone!
Wingzero: Tyson, would you feel better if everyone except the person you're comfortable with leaves? *waits for his answer*
Tyson: I can handle that.
Yugi: Who do you want to stay?
Tyson: Could Ray stay?
Ray: Sure, Tyson.
Wingzero: *ushers everyone out of the room except for Ray*
Black Luster Soldier: *holds up a sign reading "Wingzero does not own Beyblade or Yu-Gi-Oh."*
*************Tyson's POV************
I can't believe it! I STILL can't believe it. They knew. All of them knew. Once upon a time, I couldn't care, but this time it was different. I value their friendship and judgment. Would they accept me even if I tried to do it? I don't know if I can handle losing another family.
Back when I had a family, I wanted my parents to be proud of me so I did everything to the best of my ability. That was when my parents got along with each other, before my grandma died. Then the beatings started. I desperately tried to win over their favor by being a good little boy. I finished my homework and ate all my vegetables. Unfortunately, they still used me as their personal punching bag. All the other kid's parents wished that their child could be more like me. I made top scores in all my subjects.
My world came crashing down when they discovered the beatings, not that I mind. They took me away from my parents. Secretly, I had been wishing that they would get help. Often I would pick up information on anger management, only to receive twice the beating for it. They had a problem admitting they have an anger management problem. Once away from my parents, I had longed for them to return, not as they are but the way we used to be. As the months dragged on, I dropped all hopes. Several times, I have mailed them letters. They returned my letters with letters of hate and bitterness.
I had given up trying to reform my parents. Now, I don't know whether I should hate them or have pity on them, though I'm leaning towards the latter. They don't know what they have put me through. Just when I thought I had gotten a second chance, a second family, they come barging in. Most likely, they're demanding my grandpa to return me. I hope he doesn't, because I don't know if they have resolved their anger problem or if they're still going to use me as their punching bag again.
As of now, I face the hardest challenge that was ever set before me. I had to confront my team mates about my near death suicide. Okay, I had attempted to take my life before, but that was before I had met any of them. I didn't know I would be on a world famous beyblading team; let alone the world champions. What do I tell them? Will they accept me even though I nearly tried to..? What will I do if they reject me?
Several thoughts raced through my mind. Most likely they will kick me off the team. I know they wouldn't beat me up. They weren't the type of person to physically take their aggression. However, they'd probably challenge me to a duel. I can picture it now.
Max nervously twitches as he sits on a chair trying to remain calm. Kenny and Dizzi works furiously on ways to improve the other three beyblades. Ray meditates in a dark corner. His eyes show disappointment. Kai just as impassive as usual makes the announcement. I am off the team. As I leave, the entire team looks at me with various expressions. I can't take it anymore so I make a break for it.
That was how I think it would end up, but they have their moments. I wondered if this was going to be one of them. It would take a miracle for them to accept me. I can understand them accepting Ray's past. It was completely out of his hands, but I had control over mine. Well, I had control over certain parts.
I don't know how much time has passed. Since we don't have a cock in the bathroom, I can't measure the time. Exactly how long have I been here? I know we have a second bathroom. A soft knock could be heard on the door.
"What?" I croaked out. I tried to sound normal. Notice the word tried.
"Tyson, please let us help you," Ray pleaded. His voice sounded very worried.
"Leave me alone," I mumbled loudly.
"Tyson! You need help," Max's stern but gentle voice carried through the door.
"I need time in my thoughts," I returned. It was partially true. I do needed time to myself, but at the same time, I needed someone to comfort me. I needed a reassuring voice, telling me everything was going to be alright.
"You've been there for two hours," Kenny protested. "I'd say that is enough time."
"Not for me," I answered. I released my hold on me legs and allowed them to dangle off the edge. Glancing up in the mirror, I could see my red eyes.
"You know we're not leaving until we're sure you okay," Ray sighed. I guess I must be more trouble that I'm worth.
"Don't worry about me," I tried to assure them. Who am I kidding? I'm not even fooling myself.
"But we are worried," Max spoke up. "This is not like you."
"You're a part of the team," Kenny said. "We worry about each other and help each other during times of crisis. You even said it yourself, though not in the exact words."
"Yeah, that's right!" Max whole heartedly agreed.
So I am part of the team? Funny, I was the one who emphasized team work. We should work as a team and act like a team. Out of all of us, I guessed I was the most team oriented. Nevertheless, why do I feel like I'm not part of the team? Why do I feel that I'm on the outside?
Then Ray's gentle and soothing voice echoed in my mind. "Tyson, you've helped me in more ways that you thought. Please, let me help you."
What have I helped him with? "What are you talking about?"
"Remember the time when I had lost my bit beast?" Ray reflected on that tragic moment of his history. He had been battling Kevin, when Driger left.
"I remembered," I answered. This time, I found my normal voice.
"I had left to go find myself," Ray explained. "I had specifically asked for no one to follow me, but you being you wouldn't take no for an answer. You followed me to where I was practicing and helped me to see why I joined the Bladebreakers."
"The others would have done just the same," I said, hoping the others would answer yes.
"I'm not sure about that," Kenny said, hesitatingly.
"Does this have anything to do with your near death experience?" Kai finally had spoken up. He must have been tired of us pussyfooting around the real issue.
My mouth opened yet no words came out. Once again, I made an effort to speak except it came out more of a squeak. "What about it?"
"Think about it," Kai said firmly. "When I mentioned your past child abuse, you didn't freak out. Once the topic of suicide was brought up, you run out of the room like a scared animal."
"Now that you mention it," Ray started saying.
"Why?" Max asked. "Why, Tyson?"
"You wouldn't understand," I returned. Shifting uncomfortably, I soon discovered a razor. My eyes widened as I thought of doing a repeat performance. Where did that come from?
"We'll try," Ray persisted.
"My parents," I said. I didn't want to explain fully so I had hoped those two words would do the trick. If not, then I didn't know what else to say.
"You know you can come to any of us," Ray assured. "On second thought, you can come to any three of us."
"You lied to us," Kai said harshly.
"What?" My mind was still reeling.
"When I asked you why you woke up in the middle of the night, you said it was your fear of losing," Kai now explained. "You never told us about your nightmares or past history."
"How did you know I was having nightmares?" I asked.
"I have my ways," Kai replied coolly.
"Kai, that's enough!" Ray chided our team captain. "Why didn't you tell us?"
"I have my reason," I answered. Getting up, I took apart my beyblade and shoved each part underneath the door.
"Tyson, what are you doing?" Max asked, completely caught off guard. I had given all my parts, except for my bit beast.
"I didn't buy those parts," I said honestly. "So why should I keep them?"
"TYSON!!" Ray screamed at me. "We'd never kick you off the team. You're an important part to the Bladebreakers."
"I agree," Max chirped.
"Affirmative," Kenny agreed with the other two.
"I don't know," Kai said. A few moments of time passed. "If he's going to be in this condition, it would be better for all of us, if he didn't stay."
"You can't mean that!" Max practically screamed in horror.
This confirmed my worst fear. My family was breaking apart. My parents were most likely going to gain custody of me and use me as their punching bag. Suddenly, the razor looked more appealing than ever. My hand slowly made its way to it. I had to steady my arm, because I would drop it before I accomplish my task.
"Kai! You should be ashamed of yourself," Ray chided him. "He's mentally unstable right now. The last thing he needs is your sharp criticism."
"Tyson needs encouragement," Kenny added.
"Tyson?" Max called out to me. He repeated this several times. I didn't want to answer. My thoughts were focused upon my task. I wanted to do it and get it done, but something was holding me back.
As the blade neared my wrists, the door suddenly swung open. I snapped my attention to the four boys standing outside the bathroom door. They had various degrees of shock on their faces. As they stood there dumbfounded, I moved the blade closer to my wrists when someone knocked it out of my grasp. It landed on the floor with a clatter.
I looked up to find a very worried Ray. Tears began to stream down my face, once again. I realized I just tried to take my life in front of my team mates. Strong arms wrapped around me. They held me in a comforting embrace. I buried my head into his shoulder. We stayed that way for awhile.
"Why?" a soft voice asked. I easily recognized it as Max's voice.
"I didn't want to lose any of you," I answered, though it was muffled.
"We'll always be here for you," Kenny assured me. "Just like you're always there for us."
"We wouldn't kick you off the team," Ray comforted me. I took a chance and looked up from his shoulder. The others had concerned looks on their faces, even Kai. "Though one of us.." They glared at our team captain.
"Maybe it would be better if Tyson signs up as a reserve," Kai said, after thinking thoroughly.
"I guess so," I whispered.
Kai abruptly turned around and started heading towards the door. When he noticed our confusion, he answered, "I'm going to see if his parents are still around. Besides, I stink at this."
"You don't say," I said with a little sarcasm. With that, he departed from our company. "Could I talk to you alone?"
"Sure," Ray answered. Kenny and Max nodded their heads.
"Before you say anything, please listen to what I have to tell you," I pleaded. He gave me a sign, indicating he will comply. "I never told you, because I thought I would lose you guys. My parents weren't always abusive. I was their precious son until a chain of events led them to the beatings. Since then, I wished every night for a family. I wished for my family to return, but I lost all hopes when my parents wouldn't change. When we became I team, I found the family I desperately wished for. Max was the brother I never had. Kenny sort of acted like a big brother and father combined into one. Kai, I don't know about him. You're a big brother to me."
"Tyson..." his voice trailed off. He picked me up and sat me on his lap when he had taken a seat on the toilet.
"It sounds lame," I sighed. I leaned on his shoulder.
"No, it doesn't," Ray answered. "I understand why you do the things you do."
"You won't tell the others?" I begged him.
"I promise," Ray assured me.
Later that evening, we decided to go out to eat. Everyone wanted to eat at different places, but they agreed to go wherever I wanted to. Let's see what I feel tonight. How about sushi!
"How can you eat that stuff?" Kai asked me. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"It's not that bad," I teased him. The others smiled as I began to act like my normal self.
"Have you even tried it?" Max questioned.
"No," Kai replied. He turned away from us.
"It's actually good," Ray said.
"The little kitty likes his fish raw?" I tormented him.
Max bursted out laughing at my comment. Ray glared at me. Kai remained impassive. Kenny giggled and Dizzi she joined Max. Pretty soon, I found myself being hauled onto someone's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Hey!"
"That's what you get for teasing me," Ray teased me back. It was a good thing we weren't in public. Otherwise, we would be drawing a crowd.
"Are you boys ready?" Mr. Dickenson asked. "Ray, why are you carrying Tyson?"
In case you're wondering, we invited him over for a team celebration. It wouldn't be one without him. After all, he did create our team.
"They're just being silly," Max answered for Ray.
"Oh," Mr. Dickenson said.
"I had already made reservations," Kenny spoke up. "We should be leaving if we want to be there on time."
"You didn't tell them we're celebrating our win, did you?" I asked the Chief.
"Yeah, I don't want a repeat of yesterday," Max shuddered at the thought.
"I've got it covered," Kenny assured us. "You can put Tyson down."
Ray blushed and placed me on my two feet. "We should wait for .."
Grandpa barged in interrupting Ray. "Hey, are we ready to par-ty!"
That was Grandpa for you. "We were about to leave."
"Cool!" He raced off towards the car.
"Is he always like that?" Kai raised his brow.
"If you think this is worse, I suggest not coming to our Christmas party," I sighed.
"Why?" Kai and Max asked simultaneously.
"Because he goes on a sugar high," I answered. "It's twenty no a hundred times worse than his normal." I flinched inwardly as I recalled the last Christmas.
"What is his normal?" Max questioned.
"That IS his normal," I replied. The other shuddered at the thought.
Eventually, we made our way down to the restaurant. This was one of the more cool type of sushi places. They targeted preteens to young adults. Since many sushi places were formal, they decided to open one up that was more casual. They were an instant success, because they had lower prices and a relaxed atmosphere. Off to the side, they had a beyblade stadium. On the opposite side, they had two rows of computers. Several people were playing online games.
"Check out the action," I whisked the others straight to the beyblade stadium.
"I thought you were hungry," Kenny said.
"That can wait," I said as we watched the amateurs go against each other.
"Aw," one kid whined as his beyblade was sent flying out of the stadium.
"Who else challenges me?" someone about our age asked, full of arrogance.
We weren't wearing our usual clothes so they didn't recognize us. "I challenge you."
"Another victim?" he smirked.
"What makes you think you are going to win?" I said, nonchalantly.
"I am undefeated," he laughed at me.
"Looks like someone needs to learn his lesson." It was my turn to smirk. Max acted at the referee for our battle. The others stood off to the side.
As our two blades battled each other, more people crowded around us. They pushed and shoved each other to get a better view. At first, it seemed our blades were evenly matched, but I haven't called on Dragoon. Heck, I wasn't even trying.
"Put him out of his misery," Kai spoke up so everyone could hear.
"You must be joking," my opponent laughed at him. "No one can defeat me!"
"Get over yourself," I returned. Should I attack? Toying with him does sound fun. By now, we had a huge crowd surrounding us. I looked over at the others, who nodded their heads. "Dragoon, attack!" My dragon immediately appeared before everyone's eyes. In less than a second, my opponent's blade came flying out of the stadium.
"It can't be..." he gasped. "You can't be the Bladebreakers!"
"We are the last time I checked," Max answered.
Whispers and murmurs erupted from the crowd. What are they planning? "Hey, shouldn't we be ordering our food?" I was about dragged Ray and Max off to our table.
Then it happened. My parents had decided to make an appearance. They had such great timing. NOT!!
"Tyson, you're coming with us."
Wingzero: Another chappie finished.
Kai: Aren't we proud of ourselves?
Wingzero: Don't knock it cause yours is next.
Kai: *cowers*
Max: Why did you stop there?
Wingzero: I need names for Tyson's parents. I can't keep calling them Tyson's mom or dad.
Death Scythe: She does have a point.
Kenny: What do you have in mind?
Wingzero: I was thinking about the Japanese words for anger and hate. Or maybe death and war.
Max: Only you could think of that.
Wingzero: Why do you think I named my yami Death Scythe?
Max: -_-;