I don't own Beyblade or any of the characters, unfortunately.
Okay, you should all know the pairings by now; they aren't going to change. Oh, by the way, I also don't own Hoobastank's "Running Away", as it is Hoobastank's.
Running Away
And I don't want you to give it all up
And leave your own life collecting dust
And I don't want you to feel sorry for me
You never gave us a chance to be
And I don't need you to be by side
To tell me that everything's alright
Tyson often asks me—hell, a ton of people often ask me—how I put up with you, Kai. And usually I answer that you aren't as bad as you seem or just smile and ignore them.
I'm not so sure I don't agree with them right now. Yet again, you are avoiding me. Only this is worse than before. I could tell before that you still loved me, that you missed me…now I just see cold indifference.
…And frankly, it pisses the hell out of me.
I just wanted you to tell me
the truth
You know I'd do that for you
Why are you running away?
Why are you running away?
I mean, how much do I have to put up, Kai? I was patient enough before, but now I'm just angry. I love you. You know I do, and right now you're abusing the knowledge.
It's very strange, because before I said that I would always stand by you. It's sort of had to do; though, when you push me away like this.
And note the bitterness when I say that. You may have your demons, Kai, but I shouldn't have to suffer because of them. I just don't get you anymore. What's causing this sudden regression into your shell?
Cause I did enough to show you
that I
Was willing to give and sacrifice
And I was the one who was lifting you up
When you thought your life had had enough
And when I get close, you turn away
There's nothing that I can do or say
Unfortunately for my mental and emotional health, I won't leave you, Kai. It's like I need you to live now. Part of me loves it, and loves you. But the other part of me, the part that's sick of this, hates it. I don't like being tied down. I have commitment problems that I thought I conquered when I told you I loved you.
I guess I finally realized what love is. It's selfishness, really. It's wanting the person you love to wake up beside you everyday, and let you into their heart and mind, and to never let them go. It's wanting them to never feel the way they do with you with anyone else.
Like I said, pure selfishness. But then you also want the other person to be happy, and you want them to feel safe and loved, and you want them to feel the same way about you that you do them.
And I guess I'm upset that apparently you aren't happy with me. I want you to feel safe and loved with me. Despite your appearance, you really do need to be taken care of. Your psyche is too fragile to be messed with, and I fear one more push will drive you to insanity. Fortunately, I've made myself your anchor. Whether you like it or not, I'll be there to pull you from the abyss again and again.
This is why I'm going to go up to you and demand to know what's wrong. I've always let you take the initiative before, but now I've got to do it.
So now I need you to tell me
the truth
You know I'd do that for you
So why are you running away?
Why are you running away?
I have one word to describe what I just found out. Shit.
I'm walking up to the park, where I know you go in the daytime to think, and guess who pops up? Bryan. At first I'm pissed and ready to launch Drigger at him if he doesn't get the hell out of my way, but then he holds up a gun.
Now I'm listening. He leads me to another place in the park and explains that Boris has threatened you with my life. He is genuinely sorry about what happened at the World Championships, but he is under orders to shoot me if I get too close to you; and he can't disobey orders, otherwise he and I both get shot anyways.
Like I said, shit. Now I realize why you've been acting so oddly. And frankly speaking, even though this is a terrible realization, I'm happy because I now know that there's nothing wrong with us, which was the most important to me.
So the question is, what to do? I can only wait, because I have no proof other than Bryan's words and Kai's actions, but that's all circumstantial evidence, really. I just hope you get fed up with things and take action.
Is it me, is it
you
Nothing that I can do
To make you change your mind
Is it me, is it
you
Nothing that I can do
Is it a waste of time?
Is it me, is it
you
Nothing that I can do
To make you change your mind
So I deal with it, for now. You and I haven't spoken for more than a week, and it really irks me, but you're the only one that can do something, Kai.
I'm sitting at home, depressed and alone, when Tyson bounds in with Max. They're determined to make me cheer up, and while the effort is appreciated, I doubt they can help. They know about Biovolt now, and I think they need to forget about it for awhile too.
And obviously I've forgotten that this is Tyson. He can cheer anyone up, at least for a little while, without even trying. And soon I'm laughing along with them for the first time in a long time. It feels good to let go.
Tyson's cell rings and he answers it. "Hello?", he asks. Oddly enough, his face darkens and he spits, "What do you want?". He isn't very happy about the caller, whoever it is. "…Fine. But I swear to God, if this hurts him more, you're dead, Hiwatari". He hangs up and flicks on the TV. Max looks worried.
Oh. So it's Kai. So he'll speak to Tyson, but not me? Wait, wait…Biovolt. Right. I really hate Boris at this point. Stupid evil old man. And I didn't know my friends were so protective of me…it feels nice to know that even with our own lives, we're still watching each other's backs.
So I watch the TV, because I have nothing better to do, and then a news report comes on. "…We would like to announce the undisputable closing of Biovolt today, ladies and gentlemen. Before we could not get enough evidence to jail Boris Balcov, the owner, but we have witnesses and tape-recorded threats made against one Kai Hiwatari, whose grandfather funded Biovolt in the Beyblade World Championships. The young Hiwatari is certainly nothing like his grandfather, as he took affirmative action to close Biovolt by informing the chairman of the BBA, Stanley Dickinson".
Max, Tyson, and I are now speechless. Me especially.
"Apparently Biovolt has trained young children as soldiers, and has altered bit beasts in an attempt to start a quest for power, as we have found in the archives of this place, called the Abbey".
The screen flickers and I'm looking at the Abbey. Boris is being led out, and he glares at…you! You're standing there, obviously freezing, and watching the proceedings. Boris snarls at you, and you smirk at him and flash a victory sign.
I now remember why I love you so much. That was just…priceless. I'm sure I have a big dopey grin on my face at this point. The Demolition Boys are leading a group of kids out, and Tala pauses to ask you something. I don't hear the question or response, and I don't care, because I'm excruciatingly happy. But I still have to ream you out for not figuring out some way of communicating with me.
Tyson and Max leave, knowing that I'll want to talk to you when you get back, and I decide to wait outside on our porch, wrapping myself in a sweater and coat.
So why are you
running away?
Why are you running away?
...What is it I've got to say...
So why are you running away?
...To make you admit you're afraid...
Why are you running away?
You walk the sidewalk soon enough, and I say quietly, "I saw the newscast". You sit down next to me. "I know. I called and asked Tyson to turn it on".
"You could've told me. You had me worried sick!", I exclaim, punching your arm lightly. And I was. You don't need to know about the anger part, though.
"I'm sorry. I was avoiding you for your own safety. I thought you would be better off without me", you say. Hold everything. What did you just say?!
"Kai", I say calmly, "You are so thick headed sometimes!". That startles you, and you look at me, confused, while I continue.
"First of all, I can take care of myself. Don't underestimate me". It's true! My life wasn't all sunshine and happiness either, and sometimes I think you forget that. I lived on the streets for nearly a year after I left the White Tigers.
You look a little intimidated. I know that it's disconcerting to see me angry, even for you. So I soften my next words. "Second of all, not being with you would hurt me more than being with you". It's the truth. I love you so much. I can't imagine life without you.
I can tell that you're melting inside. It's cute, actually. I curl into your arms and order, "Next time, you will tell me when something's wrong. Am I understood?". I'm the only one who can get away with ordering you to do anything, and I think I'll take advantage of that privilege right now.
"I will", you promise, hugging me. I can hear the sincerity in your voice, and see it in your eyes. That's why I lighten the mood and grin at you. "Alright. Now, I think we've got a lot of lost time to make up for, don't you?", I ask.
You smirk at me and tilt your head down as I tilt mine up.
Yeah, keep doing that and I think I won't even remember this whole thing in the morning. Where did you learn to kiss like this?
Yet another chapter finished and posted. Thanks to my reviewers again, you guys are what got this chapter written. Please review…I'm thinking of ending this fic here. What do you think? Let me know!
