Welcome to chappie 5 ^^ Now i do apologize i can't update more than once a week, demo at the moment, we are getting bombarded with last minute essays *criez* GAAAH!! evil evil teacherz XD and yes, Tyson will be on the Bladebreakers team so no worriez ^^ Neway, hope u enjoy the chappie ^^
Star Horizons
Chapter 5: Unexpected Player
The navy-haired teen sat hunched over on a bench. His hands intertwined as the familiar white Beyblade rested patiently on his palms. His eyes were locked on the metal figure in a hypnotic way, while his mind was occupied musing about his next match.
His performance had been adequate enough for the last few rounds, but one has to keep in mind that it was just the beginning, just a taste of what is to come in the future. Tyson knew this and was also fully aware that being in the semi finals meant that things would naturally heat up.
"Tyson?" a voice called from the door. "What are you still doing here? Your match is gonna start soon."
His posture straightened as he brought his attention to his friend, who stood jauntily by the entrance. "I know, I'll be out soon. Just doing some last minute thinking."
Chris raised an eyebrow wonderingly. "You're not worried about the match, are you?"
"No," he responded immediately, only to be followed by an unsure glance at his blade. "…Okay…maybe *just* a little," he admitted awkwardly.
"Well don't, you have nothing to worry about. Just give it your best shot and have fun," grinned the blonde.
Tyson looked at the younger boy curiously. That remark was strangely familiar. In fact, a lot of Chris's character was like déjà vu.
The light-haired boy cocked his head, still smiling. "Just believe in yourself…and your Dragoon."
Tyson blinked, rather surprised. He hadn't even used Dragoon at all and AJ and Brad unpredictably hadn't said a word about his past either. "How do you-"
"It's legendary," Chris cut him off, knowing what his question would have been. "Anyone who knows their Beyblade history would know about the Bladebreakers. Plus… I'm a fan of you guys," he confessed with a lopsided grin. "Y'know anytime I'm tempted to just throw in the towel, I just think of how you guys never gave up and it keeps me going. And even though I lost today…I know I did my best and next time, I'll do even better."
Tyson couldn't help but allow a grin to form on his face. Listening to Chris talk was like a breath of fresh air. His mind seemed to instinctively travel back to a thirteen-year-old in a red and blue baseball cap. That boy was stubborn as hell and refused to ever give in. Even though it got him into a heap of a mess sometimes, things always worked out.
"You sound like someone I know," Tyson finally said, the smile still lingering on his lips. "Thanks for reminding me."
Chris beamed, nodding. "Well then buddy, I think you're ready to go."
"Hold on, I just wanna stay here for a bit longer," he said back, receiving a puzzled look from his friend. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Go ahead, I'll be out in a minute."
The blonde chuckled softly. "If you say so," he smirked before retreating out into the hall.
As soon as he left, Tyson fixed his gaze back on Dragoon. "Are you ready?" he asked, getting a faint glow in response. "Okay then, I know we can do this," he said taking a deep breath.
Finally slipping his blade into a pocket, he stood up. He turned to face the door to leave, when a figure unexpectedly stepped into view in the hall. Tyson blinked, looking at the boy inquiringly. The teen was standing just outside the door, giving Tyson the same expression that he had on.
His dark chocolate eyes had a benign feeling to them, and a few playful strands of his light brown hair hovered over his soft features. A blue collared vest was pulled over his light ivy shirt, while black fingerless gloves enclosed his palms.
Suddenly blinking out of their peculiar situation, the boy stepped forward with a sheepish smile. "Sorry if I interrupted anything," he said apologetically. "I was just kind of passing by when I saw you there."
"Oh! Don't worry about it; I was just getting ready to leave. I'm Tyson," he grinned back, introducing himself.
"Hi Tyson, I'm-hey wait a minute!" he exclaimed, followed by a brief pause. "Are Tyson from the Bladebreakers? The team that beat the Demolition Boys?" he questioned excitedly.
'Dude! Maybe everybody does know who I am but isn't saying anything,' he thought to himself, taken back. "Yah that's me," he said proudly, pointing a thumb at himself.
All of the sudden, the boy's expression grew somewhat serious as he cocked an eye brow. "Don't you have a match now?" he asked bluntly.
"WHA?!" exclaimed Tyson, caught off guard by the forthright question. One minute he seems like a fan, the next he sounds like some kind of coach. "Eheheh…" he laughed nervously. "Yaaaah…."
"Then what are you still doing here?"
"I was just…well…I…um…" he stuttered.
The brunette shook his head, a good-natured grin suddenly appearing on his face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out there," he smiled, his tone alleviated, "but you really should be getting to your match unless you wanna be disqualified."
As if on cue, the Jazzman's voice bounced into the room, paging the two competitors for the second match of the semi-finals.
"AH! I gotta go!" cried out the teen. "Nice talking to ya dude!" he yelled, as he dashed into the hallway.
"Good luck Tyson," he said quietly, an impish grin on his face.
The four boys panted tiredly, resting lazily on a bench. The last little while was definitely unexpected. Now, they knew that they were going to have to run to the stadium, but they didn't know that their motive would be something more than to simply get there for Tyson. They also hadn't anticipated their run to be as if they were in an actual race.
"Do you think we lost them?" Ray asked, his lungs still lacking some oxygen.
"Yah…I think so," huffed Kenny, glancing in the direction they had come from, "but why were they chasing us? Do they know who we are?"
"I hardly doubt that," shrugged Kai, getting up again.
"Hormones," winked Max, "but I did think girls were shyer than that…"
Ray put a hand under his chin thoughtfully, a small grin playing onto his face. Some girls were shy, of course, but not all of them. Especially the ones he had run into when he was traveling. Those girls had probably never even heard of the word "shy". Well, unless your definition of "shy" included constant flirtatious actions.
"Well girls can get pretty scary when they're going after what they want," Ray added in with a smirk.
"They're gone now, it doesn't matter," stated Kai who was already gaining some distance.
Kenny looked up to see the older teen walking away as if nothing had even happened. "He's a robot, isn't he?" he sighed. "We spend I don't even know how long running like chickens with their heads chopped off, and he barely needs a minute to rest!"
"I heard that," a distant voice retorted.
The blonde laughed, getting up as well. "Oh you know Kai," he grinned, following suit. "He's just a tough guy. Besides, if we wanted to spend our time sitting around, we could have just stayed back on the bus. Hey Kai! Wait up!" he yelled, bolting towards the blue-haired boy.
"You mean to tell me that whoever I'm battling isn't even here yet?!" exclaimed Tyson, staring at Chris.
"Well he is here! Just…well, not in the battle zone yet," he replied childishly.
The navy-haired boy sighed, leaning against the wall. He could have stopped for something to eat! And if he wasn't battling yet, then all he had left to think about was how hungry he was, but that's no surprise there.
"Do you think I'll have time just to get a quick bite? I'm staaaaarving!" he whined.
The blonde shook his head. "I think it's safer if you wait till after your match. I'm sure the other guy will be here soon."
Before Tyson could protest, he heard a faint "think fast" and something was suddenly thrown at him. Barely catching it, he curiously looked up to see who the sender was.
"Oh it's you!" grinned Tyson, recognizing him as the brunette he had met up with earlier.
The boy smiled back, nodding. "Just overheard you talking about food," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Thought you might want some help."
"Thanks," beamed Tyson, beginning to unwrap the foiled gift. His eyes soon widened hungrily as he saw the contents of his surprise present. "CHICKEN!!" he hollered triumphantly, holding the drumstick in the air as if it were a trophy. "WHOA!! THANKS DUDE!!" he shouted gratefully, joyful tears rimming his eyes.
Chris and the brunette subsequently began laughing as Tyson began his task of devouring the piece of meat. If he could Beyblade with half of the passion he had when he ate, he'd probably win every match without dropping a sweat.
Tyson completely engulfed the drumstick in ten seconds flat, and not a moment too soon because just as he finished chewing the last morsel, DJ Jazzman began to speak.
"And it looks like it's time for the second match of the semi finals to begin!" he declared, receiving shouts of approval from the audience.
Tyson's navy eyes darted around the playing ground, confused. Where was the other player? He was nowhere in sight! He was about to ask Chris about it, when the Jazzman recommenced his announcements.
"And I want everybody to give a loud welcome for the returning sensation, TYSON!!!" Now, it didn't seem possible, but the crowd's roar seemed to have grown exponentially as Tyson started his way towards the dish. Then, the commentaries began.
"I knew he looked familiar!" began Brad Best in a deep, but excited voice. "This teen is none other than Tyson Granger!"
"And we all know who that is," added in AJ Topper, "but so far, he hasn't even used his trademark storm attack yet! And his battling style seemed to have calmed down a bit from the last time we saw him. Do you think maybe he's softened?"
"I don't know but I guess we'll soon find out," replied Brad.
'Okay…well I guess now everybody knows who I am,' thought Tyson, staring wide-eyed at the scream-filled arena.
"And the other competitor who has been an incredible upstart throughout the entire tournament. Let's all give another welcome to…RICHI!" Another deafening howl erupted from the audience as the second challenger's name was called. Tyson was about to begin his search again when a sincere hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Good luck." The teen turned his head to see that familiar brunette smirking at him.
Tyson watched speechlessly as the other boy then made his way to the opposite end of the dish. Turning to face him, he carelessly pulled out a chocolate-gold coloured Beyblade from a pocket on his indigo track pants. His soft expression casually began to change into a daring gaze as his brown eyes narrowed devilishly.
Tyson stared back, tightening his fist. 'This is going to get interesting…'
Guyz I'm sorry fo the slight cliff-hanger ~^ demo i must start my two essays due tomorrow.. -.- grr... till next time!
Star Horizons
Chapter 5: Unexpected Player
The navy-haired teen sat hunched over on a bench. His hands intertwined as the familiar white Beyblade rested patiently on his palms. His eyes were locked on the metal figure in a hypnotic way, while his mind was occupied musing about his next match.
His performance had been adequate enough for the last few rounds, but one has to keep in mind that it was just the beginning, just a taste of what is to come in the future. Tyson knew this and was also fully aware that being in the semi finals meant that things would naturally heat up.
"Tyson?" a voice called from the door. "What are you still doing here? Your match is gonna start soon."
His posture straightened as he brought his attention to his friend, who stood jauntily by the entrance. "I know, I'll be out soon. Just doing some last minute thinking."
Chris raised an eyebrow wonderingly. "You're not worried about the match, are you?"
"No," he responded immediately, only to be followed by an unsure glance at his blade. "…Okay…maybe *just* a little," he admitted awkwardly.
"Well don't, you have nothing to worry about. Just give it your best shot and have fun," grinned the blonde.
Tyson looked at the younger boy curiously. That remark was strangely familiar. In fact, a lot of Chris's character was like déjà vu.
The light-haired boy cocked his head, still smiling. "Just believe in yourself…and your Dragoon."
Tyson blinked, rather surprised. He hadn't even used Dragoon at all and AJ and Brad unpredictably hadn't said a word about his past either. "How do you-"
"It's legendary," Chris cut him off, knowing what his question would have been. "Anyone who knows their Beyblade history would know about the Bladebreakers. Plus… I'm a fan of you guys," he confessed with a lopsided grin. "Y'know anytime I'm tempted to just throw in the towel, I just think of how you guys never gave up and it keeps me going. And even though I lost today…I know I did my best and next time, I'll do even better."
Tyson couldn't help but allow a grin to form on his face. Listening to Chris talk was like a breath of fresh air. His mind seemed to instinctively travel back to a thirteen-year-old in a red and blue baseball cap. That boy was stubborn as hell and refused to ever give in. Even though it got him into a heap of a mess sometimes, things always worked out.
"You sound like someone I know," Tyson finally said, the smile still lingering on his lips. "Thanks for reminding me."
Chris beamed, nodding. "Well then buddy, I think you're ready to go."
"Hold on, I just wanna stay here for a bit longer," he said back, receiving a puzzled look from his friend. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Go ahead, I'll be out in a minute."
The blonde chuckled softly. "If you say so," he smirked before retreating out into the hall.
As soon as he left, Tyson fixed his gaze back on Dragoon. "Are you ready?" he asked, getting a faint glow in response. "Okay then, I know we can do this," he said taking a deep breath.
Finally slipping his blade into a pocket, he stood up. He turned to face the door to leave, when a figure unexpectedly stepped into view in the hall. Tyson blinked, looking at the boy inquiringly. The teen was standing just outside the door, giving Tyson the same expression that he had on.
His dark chocolate eyes had a benign feeling to them, and a few playful strands of his light brown hair hovered over his soft features. A blue collared vest was pulled over his light ivy shirt, while black fingerless gloves enclosed his palms.
Suddenly blinking out of their peculiar situation, the boy stepped forward with a sheepish smile. "Sorry if I interrupted anything," he said apologetically. "I was just kind of passing by when I saw you there."
"Oh! Don't worry about it; I was just getting ready to leave. I'm Tyson," he grinned back, introducing himself.
"Hi Tyson, I'm-hey wait a minute!" he exclaimed, followed by a brief pause. "Are Tyson from the Bladebreakers? The team that beat the Demolition Boys?" he questioned excitedly.
'Dude! Maybe everybody does know who I am but isn't saying anything,' he thought to himself, taken back. "Yah that's me," he said proudly, pointing a thumb at himself.
All of the sudden, the boy's expression grew somewhat serious as he cocked an eye brow. "Don't you have a match now?" he asked bluntly.
"WHA?!" exclaimed Tyson, caught off guard by the forthright question. One minute he seems like a fan, the next he sounds like some kind of coach. "Eheheh…" he laughed nervously. "Yaaaah…."
"Then what are you still doing here?"
"I was just…well…I…um…" he stuttered.
The brunette shook his head, a good-natured grin suddenly appearing on his face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out there," he smiled, his tone alleviated, "but you really should be getting to your match unless you wanna be disqualified."
As if on cue, the Jazzman's voice bounced into the room, paging the two competitors for the second match of the semi-finals.
"AH! I gotta go!" cried out the teen. "Nice talking to ya dude!" he yelled, as he dashed into the hallway.
"Good luck Tyson," he said quietly, an impish grin on his face.
The four boys panted tiredly, resting lazily on a bench. The last little while was definitely unexpected. Now, they knew that they were going to have to run to the stadium, but they didn't know that their motive would be something more than to simply get there for Tyson. They also hadn't anticipated their run to be as if they were in an actual race.
"Do you think we lost them?" Ray asked, his lungs still lacking some oxygen.
"Yah…I think so," huffed Kenny, glancing in the direction they had come from, "but why were they chasing us? Do they know who we are?"
"I hardly doubt that," shrugged Kai, getting up again.
"Hormones," winked Max, "but I did think girls were shyer than that…"
Ray put a hand under his chin thoughtfully, a small grin playing onto his face. Some girls were shy, of course, but not all of them. Especially the ones he had run into when he was traveling. Those girls had probably never even heard of the word "shy". Well, unless your definition of "shy" included constant flirtatious actions.
"Well girls can get pretty scary when they're going after what they want," Ray added in with a smirk.
"They're gone now, it doesn't matter," stated Kai who was already gaining some distance.
Kenny looked up to see the older teen walking away as if nothing had even happened. "He's a robot, isn't he?" he sighed. "We spend I don't even know how long running like chickens with their heads chopped off, and he barely needs a minute to rest!"
"I heard that," a distant voice retorted.
The blonde laughed, getting up as well. "Oh you know Kai," he grinned, following suit. "He's just a tough guy. Besides, if we wanted to spend our time sitting around, we could have just stayed back on the bus. Hey Kai! Wait up!" he yelled, bolting towards the blue-haired boy.
"You mean to tell me that whoever I'm battling isn't even here yet?!" exclaimed Tyson, staring at Chris.
"Well he is here! Just…well, not in the battle zone yet," he replied childishly.
The navy-haired boy sighed, leaning against the wall. He could have stopped for something to eat! And if he wasn't battling yet, then all he had left to think about was how hungry he was, but that's no surprise there.
"Do you think I'll have time just to get a quick bite? I'm staaaaarving!" he whined.
The blonde shook his head. "I think it's safer if you wait till after your match. I'm sure the other guy will be here soon."
Before Tyson could protest, he heard a faint "think fast" and something was suddenly thrown at him. Barely catching it, he curiously looked up to see who the sender was.
"Oh it's you!" grinned Tyson, recognizing him as the brunette he had met up with earlier.
The boy smiled back, nodding. "Just overheard you talking about food," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Thought you might want some help."
"Thanks," beamed Tyson, beginning to unwrap the foiled gift. His eyes soon widened hungrily as he saw the contents of his surprise present. "CHICKEN!!" he hollered triumphantly, holding the drumstick in the air as if it were a trophy. "WHOA!! THANKS DUDE!!" he shouted gratefully, joyful tears rimming his eyes.
Chris and the brunette subsequently began laughing as Tyson began his task of devouring the piece of meat. If he could Beyblade with half of the passion he had when he ate, he'd probably win every match without dropping a sweat.
Tyson completely engulfed the drumstick in ten seconds flat, and not a moment too soon because just as he finished chewing the last morsel, DJ Jazzman began to speak.
"And it looks like it's time for the second match of the semi finals to begin!" he declared, receiving shouts of approval from the audience.
Tyson's navy eyes darted around the playing ground, confused. Where was the other player? He was nowhere in sight! He was about to ask Chris about it, when the Jazzman recommenced his announcements.
"And I want everybody to give a loud welcome for the returning sensation, TYSON!!!" Now, it didn't seem possible, but the crowd's roar seemed to have grown exponentially as Tyson started his way towards the dish. Then, the commentaries began.
"I knew he looked familiar!" began Brad Best in a deep, but excited voice. "This teen is none other than Tyson Granger!"
"And we all know who that is," added in AJ Topper, "but so far, he hasn't even used his trademark storm attack yet! And his battling style seemed to have calmed down a bit from the last time we saw him. Do you think maybe he's softened?"
"I don't know but I guess we'll soon find out," replied Brad.
'Okay…well I guess now everybody knows who I am,' thought Tyson, staring wide-eyed at the scream-filled arena.
"And the other competitor who has been an incredible upstart throughout the entire tournament. Let's all give another welcome to…RICHI!" Another deafening howl erupted from the audience as the second challenger's name was called. Tyson was about to begin his search again when a sincere hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Good luck." The teen turned his head to see that familiar brunette smirking at him.
Tyson watched speechlessly as the other boy then made his way to the opposite end of the dish. Turning to face him, he carelessly pulled out a chocolate-gold coloured Beyblade from a pocket on his indigo track pants. His soft expression casually began to change into a daring gaze as his brown eyes narrowed devilishly.
Tyson stared back, tightening his fist. 'This is going to get interesting…'
Guyz I'm sorry fo the slight cliff-hanger ~^ demo i must start my two essays due tomorrow.. -.- grr... till next time!