Rain: I don't own Beyblade or the song.
Tyson sighed as Max lost a battle against Kai. He himself wasn't beyblading. They didn't even know he was there. He wouldn't have been listening except he had been passing, and heard his name. He had gotten curious and slipped through shadows and climbed to a tree where they couldn't see him. Now he almost wished he hadn't. The conversation so far had gone like this;
"Have you noticed anything . . . different, about Tyson?" Kenny asked.
"You mean since he got back from that trip?" Ray replied.
"Yeah." Kenny nodded.
"I talked to Mr. Dickinson, he wouldn't tell me where Tyson went."
That surprisingly, had come from Kai and was the last thing that had been said. Tyson was thinking, if you knew what happened you would wish you didn't . . .
I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now.
"Maybe we should just talk to Tyson." Said Max, causing Tyson to snort silently. As he climbed onto the roof he murmured to himself, "Sweet, naive Max. Hope he never changes." Padding across the roof he laid down in the middle of it, watching the sky.
"All of them, even Kai, didn't notice what happened. Wonder if anybody will ever even tell them about the towers."
Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing.
"Perhaps if you told us, we'd be able to help."
Tyson looked over at Kai bemusedly, not even trying to act like his normal self. "That's funny coming from you." He said mildly, turning his attention back to the sky.
"It still might work." Kai pointed out.
Tyson laughed, a soft, terrifying sound, so different from his old laugh. "If you believed in that stuff, you never would have left us."
I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now.
Kai flinched when Tyson said this. The others had berated him, screamed at him, and lectured him, but Tyson had never even mentioned it before.
"What's happened to you? Where's the Tyson we know?"
"He died." Tyson murmured so quietly Kai almost didn't hear.
"Alright," Kai excepted, "Who killed him?"
Tyson looked at him for a moment considering then decided to take the plunge. "He was killed by a couple of terrorists who were crazy enough to fly a plane into the World Trade Center." Kai's eyes widened in shock, but he didn't say anything for which Tyson was glad. He just listened silently as Tyson stared at the sky, and told him the whole story. His mom and dad visiting the World Trade Center, terrorists hijacking the planes and crashing into the towers killing millions of people . . . including his parents.
"So last week . . ." said Kai when he finally spoke.
"Was their funeral." Tyson finished, never taking his eyes off the sky as if it held the secrets of life.
"I'm sorry." Even as he spoke Kai knew the words were inadequate.
"I don't want your pity." When Tyson spoke his voice was hard. "Just don't tell the others, alright?"
"Alright." Kai said quietly.
They sat together silently for rest of the afternoon, Tyson staring at the blasted sky as Kai was calling it, and Kai trying to think of a way to comfort him. Unknown to Kai, he already had.
Just by listening.
Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in everything.
Rain: I actually wrote this on the first year anniversary of 9/11 and then shoved away horrified with myself. But now I'm posting it 'cause they found him! The guy behind it! The one who's name I can't spell!