Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or any Christmas songs I may use.
Perfect ChristmasChapter 2: O Come, All Ye Mixed Emotions
"Whoa!" Hilary came crashing down onto the snow beside Tyson. "Hey! What the heck was that for, Kinomiya?! I was just--" the brunette's rants were cut short when she saw the gentle, earnest expression on the boy's face.
"Sorry, Hilary." he replied softly. As the rest of the Bladebreakers slowly trickled inside the dojo, the two preteens lay on their backs in the snow, staring up at the cloudy grey sky in silence. When Kai and Ray had finally stepped into the dojo, Tyson stood up hurriedly and offered a hand to the slightly confused Hilary.
Taking his hand and blushing slightly, Hilary let the boy guide her towards the other side of the dojo. "What is it Tyson?" she looked over at the navy-haired boy, slightly troubled. "Is something wrong?"
"N-No, not really." He paused to see the concerned look on the girl's face. "It's just…" Man, this was way harder than he expected it was going to be. It was hard to say the words that he had so carefully chosen out and had repeatedly practiced over and over in his head for so long. He had practiced so he wouldn't look like an idiot, but now here he was, stumbling like an idiot.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Hilary was genuinely worried now. "Come on, let's get you inside where it's warmer. I think you're coming down with—"
"Willyougotothedancewithmetomorrow?" Tyson suddenly blurted aloud before covering his mouth with both hands.
"Wh-what?" the brunette stuttered, quite taken back at Tyson's sudden outburst.
Tyson didn't just say what I thought he said…did he? Hilary gaped, a small giggle getting caught in her throat. I mean, come on! This is Tyson Kinomiya the walking disposal unit, we're talking about here! I must be dreaming! Hilary balled her hands into tight fists inside her mittens and dug her nails into her palms to see try and wake herself. Yes, this must be some very odd dream because why else would Tyson ever like me? He'd never like me, which means he'd never love me? Right? Right? Right? Don't answer that.
"Ow!" Hilary yelped.
Okay. Maybe I'm not dreaming…
"Are…you okay?" Tyson looked over at Hilary who was shaking her hands in her mittens like crazy.
"Hm? Oh, yeah! Yeah?" Hilary immediately whipped her hands behind her back and turned as red as a tomato.
"So…uh…do you want to go to the dance with me…?"
"Um…" Hilary looked away, not exactly sure what to say.
"If you don't want to…I'll understand…" Tyson fidgeted nervously with his fingers and began to dig a hole in the snow with the toe of his boot.
Could he be playing a joke? The brunette looked up to see the boy glancing up, shyly at her. He looked so…so…serious. Tyson was never a good actor, he couldn't act if his life depended on it! So that would mean…But they argued so much…But he looks so serious…Hilary felt her face getting hot, but shivers were coursing down her spine. Did he really ask me? She looked back up at the nervous boy. I guess if you look at him this way…he does look really cute…
"Yeah," she found herself saying quietly. "Yeah, I-I think I will." She said with a bit more confidence. "I mean, if you don't mind…"
"R-Really?" Tyson looked up, his eyebrow slightly raised. "Wow! Yes! I mean, no! No, I don't mind!" the grin on his face spread from one ear to another.
At that, Hilary couldn't help but smile too. The two stared at each other with big goofy grins on their faces and their hearts fluttering. It felt odd…but nice at the same time. They were surrounded by silence together, amidst the falling snow that swirled around them. It all seemed perfect until…
*grrrrrumble*
Hilary snapped out of her trance and stared at Tyson with wide eyes. "What was that?"
Tyson laughed nervously, one hand behind his head. "Eheh…That would be…my stomach… All this snow is making me hungry."
"Right." Hilary laughed, although slightly disappointed at the thought that the romantic moment could have lasted a bit longer. I guess that's Tyson, for ya… "Come on, let's go get something to eat."
"Deck the halls with boughs of holly! Falalalala! Lalalala!"
"Will someone get the door?"
"Someone get the phone!"
"Tyson! Don't eat the food!"
"'Tis the season to be jolly! Falalalala! Lalalala!"
"What?!"
"Hey! Watch it, you'll knock down the tree!"
"Tyson, get the door! It's your house!"
"What?!"
"Max, stop singing!"
"Tyson, the phone's for you!"
"Ow! When I said to watch the tree, Tyson, I didn't mean it literally! Watch where you're going!"
"Kinomiya, get back here with those cookies!"
"Tyson?"
"Tyson!"
"TYSON!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
Tyson covered his ears and yelled out at the top of his lungs. "One at a time guys! My brain can only take so much shouting at one time! I'm going, I'm going already! Sheesh!" the navy haired Bladebreaker held up his hands in defence and he backed up towards the door—only to fall flat on his back when the sliding door of the dojo slid open from the outside.
The boy groaned, still lying flat on his now very sore back. "It's times like these, where I really feel underpaid."
"Uh…" the visitors at the door blinked in surprise when the door slid right open and out tumbled the loud-mouthed Bladebreaker.
"I told you guys we should've just tried the door! But nnnoooo! I can't believe we waited twenty-five minutes in the freakin' cold! Thanks to you guys, I think my fingers have strummed their last guitar—"
"Oh, shut up Dunga! We'll pass your frozen fingers off as some of those nasty, cheap-skate fishsticks and give them to the poor. At least then they'll be useful! You can't even play your bass guitar properly now!" the tall, midnight blue haired girl rolled her eyes and shook her head in disgust.
"Why you--!"
"Quit it, you two." The aquamarine-eyed leader of the Saint Shields ordered with a tone of authority. "Y'okay, Kinomiya?" he offered a hand to his fallen friend.
"As fine as Frosty is in May…" Tyson moaned, accepting Ozuma's hand.
"Hey guys! You're here early." Ray commented as the Saint Shields entered the dojo with large black cases.
"Yeah, we just wanted to drop off some of the instruments and stuff before everyone comes tomorrow." Joseph shrugged.
"Okay, cool. Thanks for playing at the party tomorrow, I can't wait to hear you guys!" the blonde American smiled and gave Miriam a quick wink.
"No problem." Ozuma replied as he shoved the last case into the corner of the room. "We'll come early tomorrow to set up. See ya' 'round."
As soon as the Saint Shields left the dojo, the Bladebreakers went back to preparing everything for the party the next day.
"Hey, Kenny? Is there anything else that we haven't done yet?" Max called out from the top of the stepladder, as he hung garlands of dark green pine, riddled with holly and gold ribbon. "Hey? Guys, where's the Chief?"
"Uh…?" the rest of the gang looked around the room. Where was the short, ginger-haired boy?
"Mmmpphh!" a muffled scream arose from under a pile of tinsel, garlands, and Christmas tree decorations.
"I think we've found him…" Ray commented with a small smile as he and Kai tossed aside some of the decorations and unearthed a very dazed Kenny.
"Tyson…Tree…Collapsed…Too heavy…" the computer genius wheezed, still very much in a state of bewilderment.
"Eheheh…Sorry Chief." Tyson placed both hands behind his head, apologetically. With that, everyone in the room sweatdropped at their friend's pure clumsiness.
"You know…" Kai thought aloud, "I think I have just the cure for Tyson's clumsiness…"
Hilary giggled. So the seemingly cold-hearted Bladebreaker did have a sense of humour.
"Hey! Kai! This isn't funny! Guys, get me down! This is my house! You can't make me a prisoner in my own house!" Tyson yelled at the top of his lungs, from his place tied to a chair with ribbons and garlands.
"Yes we can." Max chuckled, watching his best friend squirm in his place of captivity.
"You guys!" he whined. "Where's your Christmas spirit?"
"Maybe some of us don't have any spirit." Kai smirked as he tied one last knot at the back of the chair and placed a strip of silver duct tape across Tyson's mouth.
Hilary stopped giggling. "Isn't that going a bit far, Kai…?"
"Naw," Ray patted Tyson on top of his backwards baseball cap. "He can still breathe through his nose."
Smirking the brunette thought, Oh well. Tyson does kinda deserve this…And besides, my ears needed a rest anyways.
Heh…I made her laugh, yes! I mean…not that I intended to make her laugh or anything…Kai glanced up at Hilary as she giggled in Tyson's direction and reached up to place the star on the very top of the tree. After seeing that the girl couldn't reach the treetop, Kai found himself walking over to her, as casually as he could.
"Need help?" he heard his voice asking her.
Hilary looked up at the crimson-eyed boy in slight surprise. He wants to help me? "Uh…well, I kind of wanted to do it myself…" feeling oddly uncomfortable, she scanned the room with her eyes for a chair or a stepladder.
"Here." Kai offered. "Turn around."
Hilary obeyed and turned to face the Christmas tree. "Um…Okay…" What was he doing?
Kai closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't know why he was doing this or even how he had come to offer Hilary his help, but he was stuck now. Since when did Kai Hiwatari lose control of himself? Ever since you met her, a voice from somewhere in his head answered his silent thought.
Hey, who are you anyway? Kai demanded at the little voice in his head.
I'm you, Kai. I'm your conscience. The haunting voice replied.
Conscience or no conscience, get out of my head and stop screwing with my mind!
But I am your mind, Kai. Bow down to me!
I will not! Was it possible that Tyson knew telepathy? Kai, seriously doubted that.
It was worth a shot… the little voice muttered.
What do you want from me?
Well, Kai, I want what you want.
And what is it that I want?
Kai could have sworn the little voice in his head was chuckling at him.
Oh, you know what you want Kai. Give it up, you know you want her…
"Oh, shut up!" he growled.
"Kai?" Hilary asked, turning her head to face him. "Are you…okay?"
Why was it that it seemed that everyone was asking him that question these days?
Kai growled, his cheeks turning a light pink. "Nothing, turn around." He replied sternly.
The slate-haired boy took another deep breathe in and hesitated once the girl had turned around. Then he placed his hands on her sides gently and lifted her up high enough to reach the top of the tree. When he finally placed her down, his shaky hands shot away from her sides. Then he strode quickly into the kitchen with his flushed face shadowed by his blue-grey bangs, his head downcast.
Gazing after him, the blushing brunette stood immobile by the Christmas tree, her heart thumping madly. "Kai…"
~*~
Silver Swiftness: Okay, so there's the next chapter and don't worry, Kai's not going crazy or anything! He's just confused. -_-; And also, I'm trying to keep the characters in character as much as possible, but of course their thoughts won't seem to be in character, because everyone thinks differently than what they appear to be…right?
Oh, and before I forget, about the title…even though this story is called Perfect Christmas, it doesn't necessarily mean that it's going to be a perfect Christmas for anyone. This story's called Perfect Christmas because it's about everyone's idea of a perfect Christmas. I need your guys' opinion: TyHil or KaiHil? Thanks for reviewing and don't forget to review this chapter! ^_^ You guys rock!