When Everyone's Gone by Blader Fairy Everlasting aka Fairy of Life
Chapter 2-Fight fight fight!!
Kai silently turned to face Tyson. His sixth sense which he had developed since Boris had chained him to a metal table ripped a beyblade right into his eyes. "Scared Kai?" taunted Tyson.
Little shivers ran down Kai's spine, he forced himself to suppress them. Boris had said the exact same thing two years ago, except then, he hadn't been blind.
"Grrrrrrr" growled Tyson and leapt forwards, bringing his fist up to Kai's chest. He punched him with force, this was his great chance to get back on Kai for all the criticisms he'd made on his blading. After all, he was world champion.
Kai dodged and shoved Tyson hard, away from him.
'This wasn't right!' he thought, 'he wasn't supposed to be fighting a team mate supposedly younger than him and supposedly better at blading.
'He pushed me!' Tyson thought. "You two toned freak!" he screamed out loud. He hit Kai in the shoulder, then jaw then stomach. Kai was the reason why the others had left him behind.
He kicked Kai's leg, putting his bodyweight on it as he jumped.
Kai had told them to go early.
He locked Kai in a grip around one shoulder and neck and shoved him into the fridge door. There was a crack as the handle broke and Kai moved away from the fridge, a dozen magnets clattered down beside him.
Kai wanted to exclude him.
He whacked Kai's right hand with his foot.
He should be captain, not Kai. Kai didn't deserve to be captain.
Roundhouse kick!! One of his grandpa's favourite ones. Kai tried to predict the attack but couldn't see which direction it'd come from.
He moved quickly, trying to discern the path Tyson's feet would take relative to the fridge if he wanted to get a good kick. The kick met the side of his chest, instead of knocking him unconscious it sent Kai flying into the side of the counter.
The sharp edge sliced against his back, he let out a little gasp that wasn't supposed to be heard as his body was carried by the motion and jerked into the air and landed smack into the side of the worktop. He silently cursed Tyson to living hell.
He could feel blood trickling down his leg under his trousers, he didn't doubt it for water, he knew what blood felt like more than anyone lese and experienced the feeling of really having a blood bath... in his own blood.
Tyson had kicked his shin hard when he'd put his weight into the kick and Tyson was definitely not light. He passed a hand over his stomach, he felt slightly winded and he struggled to maintain power of his breathing so Tyson couldn't hear the invisible gasps.
Bruises would be flowering over his limbs now. His jaw felt loose and he moved it up and down slightly, keeping his mouth closed. He ran his tongue over his teeth making sure none were broken.
He twitched his left shoulder a little and felt the scratch where Tyson had grazed it; stretch and blood leak out and gather in the armpit of his jacket.
Tyson panted, swiping his hair back with a hand. He smirked, that had been both easy and fun. It actually made him feel strong and powerful, almost ready to take on Hilary at school.
He glanced at Kai and compared him to his exulted self. Kai looked so cowardly.
To think that they had had to listen to him! He couldn't even throw a good punch. The last shred of respect for his so called 'captain' was gone, banished from his mind.
In Tyson's opinion, Kai was the big bad bully of the playground and he was the glorious superhero who had rescued their team from going to the dogs.
He snorted and stalked upstairs. Every step purposely brought down. That had felt good, he should put Kai down more often. He needed teaching a lesson. Let's do it again another time, he thought, pulling on his socks.
Chapter 2-Fight fight fight!!
Kai silently turned to face Tyson. His sixth sense which he had developed since Boris had chained him to a metal table ripped a beyblade right into his eyes. "Scared Kai?" taunted Tyson.
Little shivers ran down Kai's spine, he forced himself to suppress them. Boris had said the exact same thing two years ago, except then, he hadn't been blind.
"Grrrrrrr" growled Tyson and leapt forwards, bringing his fist up to Kai's chest. He punched him with force, this was his great chance to get back on Kai for all the criticisms he'd made on his blading. After all, he was world champion.
Kai dodged and shoved Tyson hard, away from him.
'This wasn't right!' he thought, 'he wasn't supposed to be fighting a team mate supposedly younger than him and supposedly better at blading.
'He pushed me!' Tyson thought. "You two toned freak!" he screamed out loud. He hit Kai in the shoulder, then jaw then stomach. Kai was the reason why the others had left him behind.
He kicked Kai's leg, putting his bodyweight on it as he jumped.
Kai had told them to go early.
He locked Kai in a grip around one shoulder and neck and shoved him into the fridge door. There was a crack as the handle broke and Kai moved away from the fridge, a dozen magnets clattered down beside him.
Kai wanted to exclude him.
He whacked Kai's right hand with his foot.
He should be captain, not Kai. Kai didn't deserve to be captain.
Roundhouse kick!! One of his grandpa's favourite ones. Kai tried to predict the attack but couldn't see which direction it'd come from.
He moved quickly, trying to discern the path Tyson's feet would take relative to the fridge if he wanted to get a good kick. The kick met the side of his chest, instead of knocking him unconscious it sent Kai flying into the side of the counter.
The sharp edge sliced against his back, he let out a little gasp that wasn't supposed to be heard as his body was carried by the motion and jerked into the air and landed smack into the side of the worktop. He silently cursed Tyson to living hell.
He could feel blood trickling down his leg under his trousers, he didn't doubt it for water, he knew what blood felt like more than anyone lese and experienced the feeling of really having a blood bath... in his own blood.
Tyson had kicked his shin hard when he'd put his weight into the kick and Tyson was definitely not light. He passed a hand over his stomach, he felt slightly winded and he struggled to maintain power of his breathing so Tyson couldn't hear the invisible gasps.
Bruises would be flowering over his limbs now. His jaw felt loose and he moved it up and down slightly, keeping his mouth closed. He ran his tongue over his teeth making sure none were broken.
He twitched his left shoulder a little and felt the scratch where Tyson had grazed it; stretch and blood leak out and gather in the armpit of his jacket.
Tyson panted, swiping his hair back with a hand. He smirked, that had been both easy and fun. It actually made him feel strong and powerful, almost ready to take on Hilary at school.
He glanced at Kai and compared him to his exulted self. Kai looked so cowardly.
To think that they had had to listen to him! He couldn't even throw a good punch. The last shred of respect for his so called 'captain' was gone, banished from his mind.
In Tyson's opinion, Kai was the big bad bully of the playground and he was the glorious superhero who had rescued their team from going to the dogs.
He snorted and stalked upstairs. Every step purposely brought down. That had felt good, he should put Kai down more often. He needed teaching a lesson. Let's do it again another time, he thought, pulling on his socks.