ME: I hate writers block. Writers block is the biggest Baka going.
KAI: What's the big deal.
TYSON: Yeah.
ME: I wrote a story about Kai, but I've been thinking for days, about how I
could possibly make Tyson's life a living hell. This is all I could come up
with, so I hope everyone enjoys.
KAI: Hey! You wrote a story about me?
ME: Yeap.
KAI: *curses in Japanease*
ME: Don't worry. I'm writing a series, for everyones horrific life story.
MAX/TYSON/KENNY/RAY: EEP! O-O
ME: Oh and Tyson's the next one I'm doing.
TYSON: EEP! NOOOOOOO!!!
KAI: Haha. At least I'm not the only one she's writing about.
ME: Ray, can you do the disclaimer please.
RAY: O.K. Lady Blade Warangel, does not own BeyBlade. So don't sue.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SUMMERY: Tyson always seems irresponsible, what happens when the others find
out about WHY He's irresponsible. What if he isn't as lazy as we think he is.
Tragic Past 2-Tyson.
Chapter One - Cherry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TYSON'S P.O.V~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When I was young. I never saw my dad. My parents got divorced when I was four
and my dad's an Archeologist. When I did see him, it was only for a short
amount of time. My mum always yelled at me, or slapped me. I couldn't do
anything right in her eyes. She never did it when dad was around though. The
only one I could count on, when I was little, was Cherry. Cherry had long red
hair and sapphire blue eyes like mine.
Cherry is my older sister. Her proper name's Charlotte. I called her Cherry.
because when I hugged her, she always smelt like cherries. She was the one
who protected me, cared for me and helped me with my homework. Cherry was the
one I counted on. Cherry was the one who took me to see my first picture at
the cinema. I'll never forget that day. Momma laughed at that, though.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Why on earth did you let the brat take you to the cinema?" Momma questioned,
as she glared at us. I was only eight, and Cherry was sixteen, but we still
knew what was coming when she glared like that. "I didn't let Ty take me
Mother. I took him. He's never been to the cinema." Cherry said. "Why the
fuck do you bother. It's not as if you can see a film at the cinema. Or has a
miracle happened?" Momma said hatefully. "I may not be able to see, but I can
still hear, Mother." Cherry spat back.
It was true. Cherry was completely blind, but she could hear so well, that
she knew who was at the door, every time it rang. It had always amazed me,
but Momma never took the time to notice. She was too busy with her
boyfriends and parties to notice. "It's still the most stupid, fucking thing,
I've ever heard. Ridiculous. A blind person, watching a film at the cinema."
Momma gave her a sharp slap across the face. "You should know better than to
think a blind girl can amount to anything." Momma said, and walked out of the
door.
After Momma had gone, Cherry cried. She sat on a chair and cried. "Cherry.
Why is Momma so mean to you?" I asked her. "She's mean because she thinks I
can't do anything. Because I'm blind." Cherry said. "But that's not true. You
can cook ten times better than Momma, and you can speak three languages, and
you help me with my rifmatic all the time." I said. "But Momma doesn't care
about that. All Momma see's is that I'm blind." Cherry said. "But why Cherry.
Why doesn't she see that you can do things?" I asked. I was young and
trusting then. "It's like when Momma yells at you, Ty. She doesn't see that
you're smart, sweet and helpful. All she see's is dad's face. Grown-ups call
it ignorance." Cherry said. I just nodded and sat next to Cherry's feet and
watched T.V. I knew when it was time to drop the subject.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I guess, now that I think about it, that Cherry taught me most of the things
that I know. Whenever she had told me something, she was usually right.
Cherry spoke English, Japanease and French, fluently, by the time she was
sixteen. She had passed her GCSE's with an plus for each and every subject.
She had wanted to go to college, but Momma wouldn't let her. I remember when
dad finally took charge of our lives.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Why do you insist on nagging me about college. It's not as if you're ever
gonna need it." Momma said. as she put on eyeshadow. "But Momma, Chery's so
smart. She could go to the big school and become a arceolojist, like Daddy."
I said. Momma slapped me hard then. "Don't you dare talk about your father in
front of me." Momma yelled at me. "Leave Ty alone Momma. He's only little
and....." Cherry was cut off, by a hard whack to the side of the head. "Shut
your fucking mouth Charlotte. I am so sick and tired of hearing you nag at me
about bills, food and the brat." Momma yelled. She got up and walked out of
our house. Cherry still had her eyes closed, when she left.
When Cherry opened her eyes, tears of blood ran down her cheeks. I was still
to young to understand. "Ty, call an ambulance now." Cherry told me. I picked
up the phone and called, without hesitatition. I always listened to Cherry.
It seemed like hours before I heard the sirens. An paramedic, put a large
towel, over my sister's eyes. He told her to lean her head back. He also put
an ice pack over the towel. I went out holding onto Cherry's hand and got in
the ambulance with her. I heard the sirens blaring again, as the paramedic
closed the doors.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My Dad came to the hospital. He and my Momma had a huge argumant, yadda,
yadda, yadda. My parents went to court. My Dad got custody of Cherry and I.
I stayed with Grandpa, when my Dad was on his digs. I never saw Cherry
though. She went to a special college in Greece. She always wrote to me and
I always talked to her on the phone, but it wasn't the same. Last year,
Cherry got excepted to go to college in London.
Mr Dickenson, told us that our team were competing in a tournament in
England. I was abit shell-shocked. England was where I lived with Momma. I
was happy to be going back there. I'd get to see Cherry then. But England
always filled me with dread.
I have to admit. Even though my childhood was bad, Kai's was much worse. I
never mentioned my childhood around my friends. They all assumed that I had
always lived with Grandpa. I let them think that. It saves me having to
explain everything. So off to England I go. Back home and back to see Cherry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ME: What did everyone think.
KAI: I don't think it's as good as my one.
MAX: Don't be mean Kai.
KENNY: Yeah Kai. You're forgeting that Lady Blade can torture you if she
wants.
ME: I would never torture my Muses.
TYSON: Oh really!
ME: Yeah really. I'd just dress you up in pink tutu's if you annoy me.
REI: And you DON'T call that torture.
ME: Nope, just light torture.
TYSON: There's a variety of torture?
KENNY: Of course Tyson. If you weigh the pro's and con's then....
EVERYONE: Shut up Kenny.
ME: Max would you do the honours.
MAX: Oh sure. Please R&R. Oh and if you have any questions, put them in your
reviews, and Lady Blade will answer them.
KAI: What's the big deal.
TYSON: Yeah.
ME: I wrote a story about Kai, but I've been thinking for days, about how I
could possibly make Tyson's life a living hell. This is all I could come up
with, so I hope everyone enjoys.
KAI: Hey! You wrote a story about me?
ME: Yeap.
KAI: *curses in Japanease*
ME: Don't worry. I'm writing a series, for everyones horrific life story.
MAX/TYSON/KENNY/RAY: EEP! O-O
ME: Oh and Tyson's the next one I'm doing.
TYSON: EEP! NOOOOOOO!!!
KAI: Haha. At least I'm not the only one she's writing about.
ME: Ray, can you do the disclaimer please.
RAY: O.K. Lady Blade Warangel, does not own BeyBlade. So don't sue.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SUMMERY: Tyson always seems irresponsible, what happens when the others find
out about WHY He's irresponsible. What if he isn't as lazy as we think he is.
Tragic Past 2-Tyson.
Chapter One - Cherry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TYSON'S P.O.V~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When I was young. I never saw my dad. My parents got divorced when I was four
and my dad's an Archeologist. When I did see him, it was only for a short
amount of time. My mum always yelled at me, or slapped me. I couldn't do
anything right in her eyes. She never did it when dad was around though. The
only one I could count on, when I was little, was Cherry. Cherry had long red
hair and sapphire blue eyes like mine.
Cherry is my older sister. Her proper name's Charlotte. I called her Cherry.
because when I hugged her, she always smelt like cherries. She was the one
who protected me, cared for me and helped me with my homework. Cherry was the
one I counted on. Cherry was the one who took me to see my first picture at
the cinema. I'll never forget that day. Momma laughed at that, though.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Why on earth did you let the brat take you to the cinema?" Momma questioned,
as she glared at us. I was only eight, and Cherry was sixteen, but we still
knew what was coming when she glared like that. "I didn't let Ty take me
Mother. I took him. He's never been to the cinema." Cherry said. "Why the
fuck do you bother. It's not as if you can see a film at the cinema. Or has a
miracle happened?" Momma said hatefully. "I may not be able to see, but I can
still hear, Mother." Cherry spat back.
It was true. Cherry was completely blind, but she could hear so well, that
she knew who was at the door, every time it rang. It had always amazed me,
but Momma never took the time to notice. She was too busy with her
boyfriends and parties to notice. "It's still the most stupid, fucking thing,
I've ever heard. Ridiculous. A blind person, watching a film at the cinema."
Momma gave her a sharp slap across the face. "You should know better than to
think a blind girl can amount to anything." Momma said, and walked out of the
door.
After Momma had gone, Cherry cried. She sat on a chair and cried. "Cherry.
Why is Momma so mean to you?" I asked her. "She's mean because she thinks I
can't do anything. Because I'm blind." Cherry said. "But that's not true. You
can cook ten times better than Momma, and you can speak three languages, and
you help me with my rifmatic all the time." I said. "But Momma doesn't care
about that. All Momma see's is that I'm blind." Cherry said. "But why Cherry.
Why doesn't she see that you can do things?" I asked. I was young and
trusting then. "It's like when Momma yells at you, Ty. She doesn't see that
you're smart, sweet and helpful. All she see's is dad's face. Grown-ups call
it ignorance." Cherry said. I just nodded and sat next to Cherry's feet and
watched T.V. I knew when it was time to drop the subject.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I guess, now that I think about it, that Cherry taught me most of the things
that I know. Whenever she had told me something, she was usually right.
Cherry spoke English, Japanease and French, fluently, by the time she was
sixteen. She had passed her GCSE's with an plus for each and every subject.
She had wanted to go to college, but Momma wouldn't let her. I remember when
dad finally took charge of our lives.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Why do you insist on nagging me about college. It's not as if you're ever
gonna need it." Momma said. as she put on eyeshadow. "But Momma, Chery's so
smart. She could go to the big school and become a arceolojist, like Daddy."
I said. Momma slapped me hard then. "Don't you dare talk about your father in
front of me." Momma yelled at me. "Leave Ty alone Momma. He's only little
and....." Cherry was cut off, by a hard whack to the side of the head. "Shut
your fucking mouth Charlotte. I am so sick and tired of hearing you nag at me
about bills, food and the brat." Momma yelled. She got up and walked out of
our house. Cherry still had her eyes closed, when she left.
When Cherry opened her eyes, tears of blood ran down her cheeks. I was still
to young to understand. "Ty, call an ambulance now." Cherry told me. I picked
up the phone and called, without hesitatition. I always listened to Cherry.
It seemed like hours before I heard the sirens. An paramedic, put a large
towel, over my sister's eyes. He told her to lean her head back. He also put
an ice pack over the towel. I went out holding onto Cherry's hand and got in
the ambulance with her. I heard the sirens blaring again, as the paramedic
closed the doors.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My Dad came to the hospital. He and my Momma had a huge argumant, yadda,
yadda, yadda. My parents went to court. My Dad got custody of Cherry and I.
I stayed with Grandpa, when my Dad was on his digs. I never saw Cherry
though. She went to a special college in Greece. She always wrote to me and
I always talked to her on the phone, but it wasn't the same. Last year,
Cherry got excepted to go to college in London.
Mr Dickenson, told us that our team were competing in a tournament in
England. I was abit shell-shocked. England was where I lived with Momma. I
was happy to be going back there. I'd get to see Cherry then. But England
always filled me with dread.
I have to admit. Even though my childhood was bad, Kai's was much worse. I
never mentioned my childhood around my friends. They all assumed that I had
always lived with Grandpa. I let them think that. It saves me having to
explain everything. So off to England I go. Back home and back to see Cherry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ME: What did everyone think.
KAI: I don't think it's as good as my one.
MAX: Don't be mean Kai.
KENNY: Yeah Kai. You're forgeting that Lady Blade can torture you if she
wants.
ME: I would never torture my Muses.
TYSON: Oh really!
ME: Yeah really. I'd just dress you up in pink tutu's if you annoy me.
REI: And you DON'T call that torture.
ME: Nope, just light torture.
TYSON: There's a variety of torture?
KENNY: Of course Tyson. If you weigh the pro's and con's then....
EVERYONE: Shut up Kenny.
ME: Max would you do the honours.
MAX: Oh sure. Please R&R. Oh and if you have any questions, put them in your
reviews, and Lady Blade will answer them.