title: Just Out Of My Reach
pairings: Tyson/Kai
disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. I own a beyblade, albeit a crappy one, but I don't own the show or game. If I did, Kai and Tyson woulda fallen in lurv a long time ago and Tala would get a girl and Enrique and Oliver would deny their feelings for each other. So there. And Hillary would die.
author notes: Due to the fact that just about every review I got figured I was going to update or asked me to continue, here's the third chapter. One thing. I don't remember the entire episode, so no getting hissy when I completely butcher the rest. Oh, and I'll be taking angst off the category, since it's rapidly becoming fluff and sugary.
This will also be shorter than other chapters for lack of TyKa-ness in it. More Hillary bashing.
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Well, this stunk. I was now, officially, walking with Hillary (who refused to shut up) and Chief (who kept giving the odds and complaining).
And to top it all off, my feet hurt.
"So, Kai," Hillary started. Oh, great, now she was talking to me, not the air about how awful the situation was. "You don't talk much."
It really was too good to pass up. I made a soft 'huff' noise and walked silently passed her, earning a muttering 'how rude!'.
Yes, if you're wondering, I was very tempted to turn around and let her meet 'the birdie'. However, being that really annoyingly rude and quiet guy, I also have composure.
"Hey, look!" Chief had something productive to say now.
And indeed, he was pointing towards a lighthouse in the distance. Ha. Good. We were nearly there… and once we contacted someone, I could go help Tyson and..
"Look out!"
Do you have any idea how insanely repulsive it is to be tackled by Hillary?
I mean, so what if huge rocks are about to fall and smash my head in? It was that or having to come into physical contact with her. Oh, and here's my moral dilemma. Tyson doesn't think too badly of that girl (yes, they fight, but still) so do I save her or let the little moron die?
I think I'll save her for Tyson. Then take the warning labels off toxic things so the stupid (her) can drink and/or eat it and die.
So I pull her out of the way of some boulder and she's now half leaning against the wall and I'm sort of looming over her and… blushing!? Why the hell is Hillary blushing!? I didn't do anything blush-worthy! Eugh, sickening…
So I pulled away and she got up, all starry-eyed and lightheaded and if she got any closer, that cliff would become her new best friend. I swear.
God, please let there be a short-cut to the lighthouse.