I am still alive. And yes one of these days I will write that sequel to 'Judgement of Tears' but right now I'm working on another rbeyblade fic, except I'm going back to yaoi. (Rei x Kai) Now I know most you people don't know me but it's not usually like me to write fics between an actual guy and girl. Usually I like male pairings (yaoi) but I had to write this I had inspiration.
Anyways on to formalties. I don't own Beyblade, I do own -a- beyblade but not actually Beyblade, though I wish I did.* huggles Bladebreakers *
Kai: Don't touch me
Amaro: you complain too much!
Anyways, I shouldn't have to do this I mean it is fanfiction.net, isn't that why I'm writing here, because I don't own this? Anywas… on to the story…
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His sleek launcher clenched in his left hand, and the long blue rip cord in the right, he watched the blade spin amongst the darkness. All around him was nothing. His knuckles grew white from his grip, and his heartbeat accelerated preparing for what would come next. He was already aware of what was aproaching. Soon Ozuma would appear laughing as Dragoon struggled between them, to get free of his impossible bonds. Looking up with grim anger, his gaze met Ozuma's cold green eyes, filled with insane, harsh laughter. He looked away not truly desiring to see what would come next, but forced himself to face his fears. His heart skipped a beat at the sight that befell his gaze, Dragoon's chains were now guarding a brown eyed, brunette girl. Her eyes half closed and sunken. Tyson jerked back, eye wide.
"Hilary!" He called out to her, Ozuma laughed louder as the girl failed to respond. "Hilary!" He called again, now more desperate to gain her attention. "Hilary, don't kid me! Come on get up!" Her face remained expressionless, her eyes deep emotionless pools. He tried to reach for her as he had once done for Dragoon, however now she seemed to fade away under both boys' gazes. Ozuma smirked then walked away into nothingness. Tyson fell to his knees as his beyblade came to a halt in front of him.
"No, Hilary, don't leave me..." His whisper trailed off.
~~
A cold sweat was felt on the back of his neck as he sat up and looked around his Grandfather's dojo. The other boys could be heard, Rei's deep calm breaths, Kai's, shallow and silent, Max's muffled snores and Kenny's fidgeting. Panting slightly everything seemed to be alright. Dragoon was safe, right next to his pillow where he had left it. The soft moonlight shone on the clock across the room, it was 3:57, plenty more time to sleep. Lying back down he attempted to close his eyes but instantly the image of Hilary's lost expression and cold eyes haunted his memory. Why should he be worried? He tried asking himself not wanting to come to terms with the answer, at least not yet.
Unable to sleep he got up and went to make himself a sandwich. Ridding himself of the dream proved harder then he thought as he made himself yet another leftover chicken sandwich, scarfing it down as fast as he had the first.
Why not Dragoon? He asked himself as he reached for Dragoon V2 and pocketed him, grabbing his hat and vest he sought out a walk. "I'm not complaining or nothing," he told the night meaning fully, "it's just why was he replaced by Hilary?" He didn't want to have Dragoon taken away, nor did he want Hilary lost to them all, but it just didn't seem right to dream of her instead of his beloved bitbeast. Shaking his head he felt for Dragoon, holding him in an ungloved hand. The bitbeast was still there unlike in so many dreams before when only a blank section had reflected back at him. "I don't want to loose either of them." He sighed holding the beyblade to his chest.
The road he walked on lead to a familiar neighborhood. He watched each house carefully searching for the right one. A small flower garden outside one particular apartment told him he had found it. Watching it intently, he questioned why he was out here in the dark, standing before his friend's home, he wasn't even sure of her room, only his motive. He looked carefully onto each room, until atlas his eyes fell upon a window. The banner of the official Beyblade logo hanging in it. Ignoring his original shock that she would have anything to do with beyblade in her room, he investigated the area surrounding it. Unfortunately the room was on the second floor, conviently, to Tyson's delight a sakura tree grew right near her window. Maybe, if Tyson had just a few more brain cells, he could've ended his pointless quest here returning to the dojo, and realize she was alright when she came around later. However being the stubborn, bull-headed boy he was, that didn't seem the option, as one after another he grabbed the branches that would lead him to the top of the tree.
The lights from the moon and the street shone gently on her face illuminating her soft smile as she slept. Tyson let out a breath of relief pleased to see she was safe and sleeping, and not in Ozuma's grip. The tranquil way she lay there brought all of his concerns to ease. Unable to take time into account the deep blue haired boy watched her, until he finally noticed the western sky glowing red. The abrupt noises as the 'early-birds' of this community also registered to Tyson as he realized if he was caught, there would be alot of awkward explanations on his behalf. Reluctantly he left the peaceful girl, now just beginning to stir. For fear of her awakening and finding him here outside her window he attempted to hurry down the tree, and slipped clumsily to the ground with a soft thud and quiet complaint. Then quickly rising to his feet he took off with a gentle limp.
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"So I was right." Ozuma watched Tyson, "he does have real feelings for her. The stupid, love struck blader, allowing feelings to come before blading." He had seen everything form a neighboring roof top. Tyson climb then fall from the tree, limping away with Dragoon in hand. "I can use his worst fear against him." He laughed softly, then left in search of the other St. Shields.
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"And then he fell?" laughed Rei. "You're saying he was just sitting there for hours watching you? Are we talking about the same Tyson? The Tyson I know wouldn't be able to sit still for two minutes let alone two hours."
"I told you it was silly," blushed Hilary sitting on the steps of the dojo, "but it was only a dream."
"Sounds more like a nightmare Hilary." Max grinned, stretching as he watched Kai lean against a tree next to Rei and Kenny working on Dizzi next to Hilary.
"What's so funny guys?" Tyson asked sleepily as he rubbed his eyes and yawned. He had arrived home late and had little sleep before he was wakened by the Bladebreakers' laughs. He didn't notice Hilary quickly attempt to conceal a blush nor Max suppress a laugh directed at him.
"Oh nothing we were just discussing Hilary's dr-"
"Breakfast!" Hilary cut Max off with a glare. "We were just discussing my breakfast.
"You're breakfast?" Tyson raised an eyebrow, "well how about mine!" He grinned hungrily. "Lets talk about that and how I haven't had it."
"Tyson." Everyone groaned, then laugh as Kai's, of all peoples', stomach let out a growl of protest.
"Guess Tyson isn't the only one hungry." Hilary smiled, "pancakes anyone?" Everyone sang choruses of agreement. Tyson lead the way into the kitchen while Hilary couldn't help but notice him limping slightly. "You alright Tyson?" She asked curious of his injury. "You aren't faking you're ankle again, just to gain attention are you?"
Tyson flushed, then looking down, then up again, his eyes flashed with confusion. "Ummm.... I fell- I mean tripped out- over- um.... on a.... beyblade?" He grinned trying to looking convincing, though even he truly lacked confidence in his excuse. Hilary frowned.
"Tyson, why are you always goofing off?" She asked frustrated that she couldn't get a straight forward answer out of the chocolate eyed boy.
"Come on Hil, lay off it wouldn't hurt." He laughed then continued into the house eager for breakfast. The brunette shook her head but followed obediently.
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"Let it Rip!" Rei and Kai called out from Hilary's right. After a long breakfast, the result could still be found trailing on Tyson's vest, where raw pancake had dried. He had insisted on helping even despite Hilary's protests. She laughed remembering how eager he had been to try his hand at cooking. Now he danced form one foot to the other landing tenderly on his left one, next to Kenny and Max.
"Don't let him get on you like that Rei! Get Dranzer in there Kai!" Encouraged Tyson.
"Listen Tyson, I think after all this time I know what I'm doing, I don't need help from the likes of you!" Kai shot back leaving Tyson feeling slightly downgraded.
"Someone is a little touchy today, what Rei not give?" Tyson mumbled under his breath as Max laughed and Kai glared, Rei didn't seem to notice as his blade spun around the rim and attacked Dranzer. Dranzer avoided such a simple attack and stopped mid move to take revenge on Driger almost immediately, Driger was thrown in the air, but landed in perfect grace again at Rei's command. Then spinning around Dranzer, he attacked without warning sending the other blade back a bit before recovering. Back and forth the two blades went, evenly matched.
"Driger!"
"Dranzer!" Both boys called out their bitbests with passionate adrenaline mostly used for such sport. Dranzer the phoenix of fire, and Driger, white tiger of gold, seemed to dance as each estimated one another's moves and used their strengths and agility to plan ways of attack. Atlas both boys breathless, but pleased by their training called the spirits back to the beyblades and caught them smiling at one another.
"Awesome match guys! Whose next?" Tyson asked, as Kenny went through Dizzi's analysis.
Hilary leaned back on her palms and smiled. It was another beautiful day next to the river as she tossed pebbles into the slow moving waters.
"Watcha thinkin about?" Tyson surprised her by coming up from behind, causing Hilary to jump at the sound of his voice.
"How I wish you wouldn't sneak up on me." She shot back with unjustified apprehend.
"Sa-orry," he complained raising his hands in mock surrender. "Just though I'd come and see what her royal majesty is up to." He sat down beside her, which became a pleasant surprise. He rubbed his ankle tenderly wincing ever so slightly.
"You Okay?" She asked with careful concern.
"It's nothing, really. At least nothing a world champ like me can't handle." He grinned and brought a hand up behind his head.
"That's what you said on the island."
"And I was okay then."
"You are now."
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
"No what?" He asked with sincere curiosity. "Were you concerned?"
Hilary was just about to answer with a spur of courage when Tyson noticed another beybattle beginning and rushed off to catch the action.
She sighed deeply trying not to let him get to her, but it was hard. She tried to understand him she really did, but she wished more so that he would understand her. They were sharing such a nice conversation, one of the rarely that hadn't ended in an argument when he had just up and left for his beyblade. She knew beyblading was what Tyson lived for, but just for once she wished he'd spend time with her. Hilary wouldn't admit it to anyone, especially not to herself that a warm feeling would come over her whenever he was around. Sometimes, just sometimes, he would single her out and agree with her on her points, however other times he would argue his opinion until both had forgotten what they were fighting about. He could be a jerk, stubborn, cocky, over-confident and unable to understand the right time to do the right thing, but he wasn't selfish and he did always look out for his friends. He had saved her and Kenny on the ship when she had begun to loose hope. However he often reminded her of such event and it bothered her to think that she somehow always, she seemed to owe him. She often wondered if his feelings were towards her.
***Flashback
"Tyson! No... Tyson!" Hilary yelled out with raised clenched fists. He had left with Max to go get Draciel back, just moments before, but clouds of smoke and debris made her doubt his return. She waited anxiously as the others groaned around her. How could she have let him go back into the building? She mentally kicked herself swallowing back tears. What if he doesn't came back? She asked herself desperately. It'll be my fault.
However two dark figures eventually made their way towards her waving their arms.
"Tyson!" She jumped to her feet and waited patiently thanking God that he had returned. "You had me worried sick, don't ever think of doing that again, ever!"
***/Flashback
She had longed to hug him upon arrival but hadn't had the nerve to do so. She knew better now then to underestimate him, but Tyson had put his life at it's edge so many times for beyblading. The scenario played in her head every night when she tried to sleep. At first it had started out fine, Tyson always returned, then one night Max emerged from the debris and Tyson never did. He had died, and again and again she dreamed of the loss. She sighed then turned to watch as he launched Dragoon into the dish, he laughed with anticipation. Had he ever worried, like she had him, about her before?
Anyways on to formalties. I don't own Beyblade, I do own -a- beyblade but not actually Beyblade, though I wish I did.* huggles Bladebreakers *
Kai: Don't touch me
Amaro: you complain too much!
Anyways, I shouldn't have to do this I mean it is fanfiction.net, isn't that why I'm writing here, because I don't own this? Anywas… on to the story…
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His sleek launcher clenched in his left hand, and the long blue rip cord in the right, he watched the blade spin amongst the darkness. All around him was nothing. His knuckles grew white from his grip, and his heartbeat accelerated preparing for what would come next. He was already aware of what was aproaching. Soon Ozuma would appear laughing as Dragoon struggled between them, to get free of his impossible bonds. Looking up with grim anger, his gaze met Ozuma's cold green eyes, filled with insane, harsh laughter. He looked away not truly desiring to see what would come next, but forced himself to face his fears. His heart skipped a beat at the sight that befell his gaze, Dragoon's chains were now guarding a brown eyed, brunette girl. Her eyes half closed and sunken. Tyson jerked back, eye wide.
"Hilary!" He called out to her, Ozuma laughed louder as the girl failed to respond. "Hilary!" He called again, now more desperate to gain her attention. "Hilary, don't kid me! Come on get up!" Her face remained expressionless, her eyes deep emotionless pools. He tried to reach for her as he had once done for Dragoon, however now she seemed to fade away under both boys' gazes. Ozuma smirked then walked away into nothingness. Tyson fell to his knees as his beyblade came to a halt in front of him.
"No, Hilary, don't leave me..." His whisper trailed off.
~~
A cold sweat was felt on the back of his neck as he sat up and looked around his Grandfather's dojo. The other boys could be heard, Rei's deep calm breaths, Kai's, shallow and silent, Max's muffled snores and Kenny's fidgeting. Panting slightly everything seemed to be alright. Dragoon was safe, right next to his pillow where he had left it. The soft moonlight shone on the clock across the room, it was 3:57, plenty more time to sleep. Lying back down he attempted to close his eyes but instantly the image of Hilary's lost expression and cold eyes haunted his memory. Why should he be worried? He tried asking himself not wanting to come to terms with the answer, at least not yet.
Unable to sleep he got up and went to make himself a sandwich. Ridding himself of the dream proved harder then he thought as he made himself yet another leftover chicken sandwich, scarfing it down as fast as he had the first.
Why not Dragoon? He asked himself as he reached for Dragoon V2 and pocketed him, grabbing his hat and vest he sought out a walk. "I'm not complaining or nothing," he told the night meaning fully, "it's just why was he replaced by Hilary?" He didn't want to have Dragoon taken away, nor did he want Hilary lost to them all, but it just didn't seem right to dream of her instead of his beloved bitbeast. Shaking his head he felt for Dragoon, holding him in an ungloved hand. The bitbeast was still there unlike in so many dreams before when only a blank section had reflected back at him. "I don't want to loose either of them." He sighed holding the beyblade to his chest.
The road he walked on lead to a familiar neighborhood. He watched each house carefully searching for the right one. A small flower garden outside one particular apartment told him he had found it. Watching it intently, he questioned why he was out here in the dark, standing before his friend's home, he wasn't even sure of her room, only his motive. He looked carefully onto each room, until atlas his eyes fell upon a window. The banner of the official Beyblade logo hanging in it. Ignoring his original shock that she would have anything to do with beyblade in her room, he investigated the area surrounding it. Unfortunately the room was on the second floor, conviently, to Tyson's delight a sakura tree grew right near her window. Maybe, if Tyson had just a few more brain cells, he could've ended his pointless quest here returning to the dojo, and realize she was alright when she came around later. However being the stubborn, bull-headed boy he was, that didn't seem the option, as one after another he grabbed the branches that would lead him to the top of the tree.
The lights from the moon and the street shone gently on her face illuminating her soft smile as she slept. Tyson let out a breath of relief pleased to see she was safe and sleeping, and not in Ozuma's grip. The tranquil way she lay there brought all of his concerns to ease. Unable to take time into account the deep blue haired boy watched her, until he finally noticed the western sky glowing red. The abrupt noises as the 'early-birds' of this community also registered to Tyson as he realized if he was caught, there would be alot of awkward explanations on his behalf. Reluctantly he left the peaceful girl, now just beginning to stir. For fear of her awakening and finding him here outside her window he attempted to hurry down the tree, and slipped clumsily to the ground with a soft thud and quiet complaint. Then quickly rising to his feet he took off with a gentle limp.
~~
"So I was right." Ozuma watched Tyson, "he does have real feelings for her. The stupid, love struck blader, allowing feelings to come before blading." He had seen everything form a neighboring roof top. Tyson climb then fall from the tree, limping away with Dragoon in hand. "I can use his worst fear against him." He laughed softly, then left in search of the other St. Shields.
~~
"And then he fell?" laughed Rei. "You're saying he was just sitting there for hours watching you? Are we talking about the same Tyson? The Tyson I know wouldn't be able to sit still for two minutes let alone two hours."
"I told you it was silly," blushed Hilary sitting on the steps of the dojo, "but it was only a dream."
"Sounds more like a nightmare Hilary." Max grinned, stretching as he watched Kai lean against a tree next to Rei and Kenny working on Dizzi next to Hilary.
"What's so funny guys?" Tyson asked sleepily as he rubbed his eyes and yawned. He had arrived home late and had little sleep before he was wakened by the Bladebreakers' laughs. He didn't notice Hilary quickly attempt to conceal a blush nor Max suppress a laugh directed at him.
"Oh nothing we were just discussing Hilary's dr-"
"Breakfast!" Hilary cut Max off with a glare. "We were just discussing my breakfast.
"You're breakfast?" Tyson raised an eyebrow, "well how about mine!" He grinned hungrily. "Lets talk about that and how I haven't had it."
"Tyson." Everyone groaned, then laugh as Kai's, of all peoples', stomach let out a growl of protest.
"Guess Tyson isn't the only one hungry." Hilary smiled, "pancakes anyone?" Everyone sang choruses of agreement. Tyson lead the way into the kitchen while Hilary couldn't help but notice him limping slightly. "You alright Tyson?" She asked curious of his injury. "You aren't faking you're ankle again, just to gain attention are you?"
Tyson flushed, then looking down, then up again, his eyes flashed with confusion. "Ummm.... I fell- I mean tripped out- over- um.... on a.... beyblade?" He grinned trying to looking convincing, though even he truly lacked confidence in his excuse. Hilary frowned.
"Tyson, why are you always goofing off?" She asked frustrated that she couldn't get a straight forward answer out of the chocolate eyed boy.
"Come on Hil, lay off it wouldn't hurt." He laughed then continued into the house eager for breakfast. The brunette shook her head but followed obediently.
~~
"Let it Rip!" Rei and Kai called out from Hilary's right. After a long breakfast, the result could still be found trailing on Tyson's vest, where raw pancake had dried. He had insisted on helping even despite Hilary's protests. She laughed remembering how eager he had been to try his hand at cooking. Now he danced form one foot to the other landing tenderly on his left one, next to Kenny and Max.
"Don't let him get on you like that Rei! Get Dranzer in there Kai!" Encouraged Tyson.
"Listen Tyson, I think after all this time I know what I'm doing, I don't need help from the likes of you!" Kai shot back leaving Tyson feeling slightly downgraded.
"Someone is a little touchy today, what Rei not give?" Tyson mumbled under his breath as Max laughed and Kai glared, Rei didn't seem to notice as his blade spun around the rim and attacked Dranzer. Dranzer avoided such a simple attack and stopped mid move to take revenge on Driger almost immediately, Driger was thrown in the air, but landed in perfect grace again at Rei's command. Then spinning around Dranzer, he attacked without warning sending the other blade back a bit before recovering. Back and forth the two blades went, evenly matched.
"Driger!"
"Dranzer!" Both boys called out their bitbests with passionate adrenaline mostly used for such sport. Dranzer the phoenix of fire, and Driger, white tiger of gold, seemed to dance as each estimated one another's moves and used their strengths and agility to plan ways of attack. Atlas both boys breathless, but pleased by their training called the spirits back to the beyblades and caught them smiling at one another.
"Awesome match guys! Whose next?" Tyson asked, as Kenny went through Dizzi's analysis.
Hilary leaned back on her palms and smiled. It was another beautiful day next to the river as she tossed pebbles into the slow moving waters.
"Watcha thinkin about?" Tyson surprised her by coming up from behind, causing Hilary to jump at the sound of his voice.
"How I wish you wouldn't sneak up on me." She shot back with unjustified apprehend.
"Sa-orry," he complained raising his hands in mock surrender. "Just though I'd come and see what her royal majesty is up to." He sat down beside her, which became a pleasant surprise. He rubbed his ankle tenderly wincing ever so slightly.
"You Okay?" She asked with careful concern.
"It's nothing, really. At least nothing a world champ like me can't handle." He grinned and brought a hand up behind his head.
"That's what you said on the island."
"And I was okay then."
"You are now."
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
"No what?" He asked with sincere curiosity. "Were you concerned?"
Hilary was just about to answer with a spur of courage when Tyson noticed another beybattle beginning and rushed off to catch the action.
She sighed deeply trying not to let him get to her, but it was hard. She tried to understand him she really did, but she wished more so that he would understand her. They were sharing such a nice conversation, one of the rarely that hadn't ended in an argument when he had just up and left for his beyblade. She knew beyblading was what Tyson lived for, but just for once she wished he'd spend time with her. Hilary wouldn't admit it to anyone, especially not to herself that a warm feeling would come over her whenever he was around. Sometimes, just sometimes, he would single her out and agree with her on her points, however other times he would argue his opinion until both had forgotten what they were fighting about. He could be a jerk, stubborn, cocky, over-confident and unable to understand the right time to do the right thing, but he wasn't selfish and he did always look out for his friends. He had saved her and Kenny on the ship when she had begun to loose hope. However he often reminded her of such event and it bothered her to think that she somehow always, she seemed to owe him. She often wondered if his feelings were towards her.
***Flashback
"Tyson! No... Tyson!" Hilary yelled out with raised clenched fists. He had left with Max to go get Draciel back, just moments before, but clouds of smoke and debris made her doubt his return. She waited anxiously as the others groaned around her. How could she have let him go back into the building? She mentally kicked herself swallowing back tears. What if he doesn't came back? She asked herself desperately. It'll be my fault.
However two dark figures eventually made their way towards her waving their arms.
"Tyson!" She jumped to her feet and waited patiently thanking God that he had returned. "You had me worried sick, don't ever think of doing that again, ever!"
***/Flashback
She had longed to hug him upon arrival but hadn't had the nerve to do so. She knew better now then to underestimate him, but Tyson had put his life at it's edge so many times for beyblading. The scenario played in her head every night when she tried to sleep. At first it had started out fine, Tyson always returned, then one night Max emerged from the debris and Tyson never did. He had died, and again and again she dreamed of the loss. She sighed then turned to watch as he launched Dragoon into the dish, he laughed with anticipation. Had he ever worried, like she had him, about her before?