Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.
Warning: shounen-ai.
Sorry this chapter took so long. I'm sure you don't want to hear my excuses, so let's get on with the chapter.
Don't forget to re-read past chapters if you didn't do so already, I changed some things..
Chapter 2: The Bladebreakers Catching Up To Kai
"Tyson!" The boy ran into through the gate of the dojo-styled home, chestnut strands of hair flying, laptop tucked under one arm.
Panting, he repeated, "Tyson!"
"Yeah, what is it, Kenny?" Tyson asked as he slid open a door, waving for Kenny to come in.
Kenny entered and followed Tyson to his room. Clothes were scattered here and there, and an empty suitcase lay open on his unmade bed.
"Ha-Haven't you started packing yet? We're leaving first thing tomorrow morning!" Kenny stared at the suitcase as if searching for answers.
Silently, Tyson slammed the suitcase closed, and lay down on the bed, using the suitcase as a footrest.
"Tyson! Are you listening? Remember? We're going to visit Kai in Canada - and we're leaving early tomorrow!"
Uncharacteristally calm, Tyson replied softly, "I heard you the first time, Kenny. And I didn't forget..."
"Then... w-what's going on, Tyson?"
Tyson paused, wondering how to tell his friend something he didn't understand completely himself. "I..." He looked at Kenny and hesitated. "I was about to start packing," he lied.
"As long as you're ready and at the airport tomorrow," Kenny finally decided. He stood up to leave. "Sorry I can't stay longer, but I promised my parents I'd help out."
"It's okay, Chief. Go on.. see ya tomorrow."
--The Next Day--
"Where's Tyson? Our flight leaves in 15 minutes!" Max exclaimed, worried.
"I'll go call him," Kenny offered, dashing to the nearest payphone. He searched his pockets impatiently. "Come on, come on.. here we go," he mumbled as he found a quarter.
Slipping it in the machine, he quickly dialed Tyson's phone number.
Ring... ring... ring... ring...
Ring.
Kenny sighed and went to hang the payphone up, when he heard the line stop ringing. "H-Hello?"
A pause.
"Hi Chief."
"Tyson! What are you doing? Our flight leaves in 15 minutes!"
At first, he didn't reply.
Then, little more than a whisper, he said, "I'm not going."
"Wha-? Not going? Why? Tyson-"
Click. A long high-pitched beep.
Kenny stared at the phone in stunned silence, then slowly hung up.
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