Hey everyone. Here is the next chapter of Yume Kara Sameru. Please enjoy.
On a couple of side notes, there may be a break in this, but I will not be abandoning it. My final year end-of-year exams are coming up soon, some sooner than other (I have my Chinese Oral exam in 5 days), plus my family is moving in two months, and I'll be packing and other stuff. I may be able to get another chapter out before I go, but maybe not.
Warning: The slash in this story starts this chapter! You are warned!
Warning #2: Anything that is in Tyson's point of view, ie most of this chapter, is his Dream/Nightmare World. Anyone else's point of view (Kai, Voltaire, Ray, etc) is the Real World.
Reviews:
asa-chan : I'm glad you like it. I think this story is just going to get more interesting. Does confusing count as interesting? ^_^ Thanks for reviewing
EjgHorseLady : Thanks. I got more done. And if you thought the last chapter was interesting, well….
Darkspider : If you want, email me telling me what you don't understand, and I'll see if I can explain it without ruining the plotline. Thanks for the complement!
Shadow Cat 17 : The title 'Yume Kara Sameru' means 'To wake from a dream'. I was reading a Japanese dictionary, and this phrase stood out. I actually got the entire idea from the title - starting at the end (Tyson getting out of his dream world) and working my way back. Weird, huh? As for pairings, yes, there will be Ray/Max. I like that pairing. There will also be a small variety of other pairing, including Kai/Tyson. So don't worry. Thanks for reviewing.
PinkDevil : Hmmm…. Mean Tala or Nice Tala? Nice Tala, it would freak Tyson out more. Yeah, well, about that meeting with Kai…. Lets just say it freaks Tyson out more than meeting Nice Tala! *grins*
purplefirephoenixx : Cool name! Don't worry, I have the same habit about reading and only reviewing the last chapter. Well, here's the next chapter. Hope you like it.
Ko-Chan to Ya-Chan : I don't know if 'traumatize' is the right word for the situation *grins* but I think you know that already! Forgive my lack of knowledge, but what's a cinnabun, aside from something to eat?
Luna-Sarita : Thanks. I will.
viper : Thanks. I'm glad you're enjoying it.
sky : You got it right. Voltaire is trying to brainwash Tyson. AS for what he'll be like when he gets out, you'll just have to keep reading to find out!
hobgoblin : Thanks. Yes, they're brainwashing Tyson, and Voltaire actually has a very good reason for doing so, but I'm not going to tell you yet. Here's the next part.
crosby : well, here is the next part. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody in this story, just the situations I have put them in.
Chapter 4
Voltaire sat behind his desk, engrossed in the stack of paperwork he had to fill out. Even through he had only been in prison for a short amount of time – only a couple of months, half a year tops – almost all of his acquired properties and companies had been seized by the authorities. Now he was going through the agonising process of getting them back.
Every fifteen minutes, Dr Collins would come into the room, informing him of their process with Tyson Granger. Voltaire smiled. By the time they had finished with the boy, he would be so confused, he wouldn't even know which way was up.
Voltaire smiled again, revealing in what he considered to be his first victory. It would be fun watching the boy's mental breakdown. Very fun indeed.
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Tyson cocked his head in contemplation as he looked at his new 'guide'. Tala looked exactly the same as he had in the real world, aside from one thing. The sneer that was usually seen on his face was missing. Instead, a simple, but genuine smile could be seen. It was unnerving to Tyson. He had never seen Tala with a smile before. It… suited him, he thought.
"You must be Takao Kinomiya," the older boy said softly. Tyson blinked. Since when had Tala, Tala of the Demolition Boys, spoken softly?
"Then, maybe you're not him. I should go then," Tala said politely, after Tyson didn't answer.
"No, no I'm Takao," Tyson said hurriedly. "Sorry, it's just… you're not what I expected," he added as an explanation, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
"Well, Takao, I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance," Tala said, holding out his hand.
"Um…" Tyson said, putting his hand in Tala's, "I don't know what you just said, but, hi."
Tala laughed. "That's what I said as well," he said, shaking Tyson's hand. Tyson felt his jaw drop. Tala, laughing? Well, that was a sound he had never thought he would hear. It was like with the smile, he thought, unnerving, but strangely suiting.
"Is something wrong?" Tala asked him, looking at him in concern.
"No, I'm fine," Tyson said, "it's just, so few people laugh around here, it was strange. I thought it was forbidden or something, to laugh in public," Tyson quickly lied.
"No, it's not," Tala explained, "it's just… never mind."
Tyson's eyes sparked with interest. "No, now I'm curious. Come on, tell me!"
Tala's eyes sparked with mischief. "I'll tell you later. Come on, Takao, we've got to get you ready to go."
"Tala!" Tyson cried, laughing as he watched the other boy turn and walk away.
"Are you coming or not?" Tala called back to him.
Laughing, Tyson raced after Tala.
'Maybe this wont be so bad after all,' he thought. Out loud, he yelled, "You promised me, Tala! You better not forget!"
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I believe that the subject will be quite easy to fool, Sir. He already seems to trust the image of Tala that we have presented him."
"Good. How soon will they meet my grandson?"
A rustling of papers sounded in the short pause before the answer came.
"Within one of their days, Sir."
"Good. Continue."
*~*~*
Tyson looked around the house he was going to be sharing with Tala. It was larger than what he had expected – for one thing, there were four bedrooms, along with two bathrooms. But as far as Tyson knew there was only him and Tala staying there.
"Tala?" he called.
"I'm in the kitchen," the older boy yelled back, "I thought you might be hungry, so I decided to make you some lunch."
"Really? Thanks!" Tyson said, as he skidded to a stop in the kitchen. Tala blinked.
"How did you get here so fast? Weren't you by the bedrooms?"
"Well, yeah, but… its food," Tyson explained with a shrug.
"What are we going to do with you, Takao?" Tala sighed, shaking his head, a grin on his face.
"Well, feeding me would be a good start," Tyson offered with a smile. Tala laughed.
"Fine. Would you get me some plates from that cupboard over there?" Tala asked.
"Sure. How many?"
Tala stopped cooking for a second, looking at Tyson. "What do you mean how many?" he asked. "There's only the two of us."
"Yeah, but there's four bedrooms. So, I thought that there might be more people coming."
"There's always four bedrooms in houses like this, just in case another patient comes," Tala explained. "I don't think we'll be having any visitors, so just set the table for two. You can do that, cant you, Takao?"
Tyson scoffed at Tala's mocking tone. "Of course I can." As if to prove his point, Tyson strode over to the cupboard and yanked the doors open. He pulled out plates, knives, forks and cups, then put them on the table. Tala surveyed the whole operation with a smile on his face, then hid it as Tyson turned back to face him.
"There, I did it!" Tyson punched the air.
"Very good job, Takao," Tala nodded in approval, letting the smile, now a smirk, back on his face, "except for one thing."
Tyson raised an eyebrow. "And that would be?"
"We're having soup. And the bowls are in that cupboard over there," he pointed.
Growling softly under his breath, Tyson put away the crockery and cutlery they didn't need, then got out the proper ones, setting them on the table with a sigh. "What type of soup are we having?"
"Pea and Ham."
"You mean those little green vegetables?" Tyson's voice sounded scandalised.
"Sort of. Dried split peas. Different."
"With ham?"
"Yes."
"Peas!?"
"Yes," Tala repeated, "bring me the bowls, please."
Again, Tyson did as requested, still slightly annoyed. The first meal Tala had cooked was soup with vegetables. It just wasn't right. What happened to all the junk food?
He watched Tala dish out the soup, and grimaced. It was a murky green colour that didn't look at all appetising. But, as he had found out in the past, appearances could be deceiving. He only hoped it would prove true in this case, he thought as he brought a spoonful of the dish to his mouth and prepared to take his first bite. As long as it wasn't an attempt on Tala's part to try to kill him.
"Well?" Tala prompted.
"Tyson chewed, grimaced again, then swallowed. "Well, it tastes better then it looks," he offered.
Tala laughed. "It's an acquired taste."
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It hadn't taken long for Tyson to convince Tala to take him outside. The blue haired boy was sick and tired of being indoors all the time and he had seen a park from the window on the way over. The park was within walking distance, so he told Tala he wanted to go.
And go they had, Tyson almost bouncing with exhilaration. He was thrilled to be outside again, where he didn't have to use inside voices, and he could run and play, and do everything that normal teenagers did. Tala had to walk at a slightly faster pace then normal to keep up with the hyper boy, but he couldn't keep the smile off his face as he watched his charge act like a small puppy dog, running here and there, and generally having fun.
Tyson decided that this park was quite good. It had almost everything he would want. Almost, because where there had obviously once been a beystadium, there was now only a concrete slab. It seemed what Emily had told him was true – Beyblading had been banned.
Tyson knew that beyblading had been banned after his brother had been killed, but he didn't know the exact details. He had asked Emily who had killed his brother, but the doctor had refused to say. All she had said was that the person who had killed him had been caught and imprisoned. But he had overheard Emily and Ray discussing it. It wasn't just an attempt on his brother's life, but one on both his brother and Kai. When the attack had failed, and only gotten his brother, the one everyone here knew as Tyson, the story had been that it was a lover who hadn't wanted Kai to lose.
Tala, Tyson had found out, had also been a beyblader, one of the best in the world. When the ban had come into practice, Tala had been forced to find another source of employment, and then discovered how much he enjoyed working with the patients from the Institute.
"Takao?" Tala called, "Are you ready to go home yet?"
Tyson looked up startled, his concentration wavering. The ball he had thrown into the air came down in that instant, bouncing off his head.
"Ouch!" Tyson whined, rubbing his head.
"Are you alright?" Tala asked.
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," Tyson replied with a wince. "Hold on, I'll get the ball, and then we can go," he suggested.
Not waiting for an answer, Tyson followed where he last remembered seeing the ball fall, through one of the entrance gates of the park. The pathway leading up to the gate was shadowed by large leafy trees, blocking out a lot of the light. It was similar to a dark alley, Tyson thought with a smile. He saw the ball lying on the ground a few feet away, an odd bit of colour in an otherwise dark area, and went to retrieve it, stooping to pick it up. But as he rose, he felt someone grab his hair from behind, spin him and push him up against one of the trees.
Stunned blue eyes looked into his attacker's deep crimson ones.
'Kai?' Tyson thought.
"Tyson…" Kai breathed, his eyes glinting, "I knew you weren't dead, no matter what they said."
Before Tyson could reply, Kai effectively stole any thought away when he kissed him.
~TBC