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Dawning upon a shade

By Sephyrah

Chapter 6: Analyzing Spirits

—You look like shit, you know that— Tala had arrive early to their meeting and had been 15 minutes waiting already

—Oh shut up, didn't manage to get sleep along the night

—Really? — He asked mockingly, she rolled her eyes.

—What did you wanted to talk about? — She answered a bit harsher than she meant to.

—Whoa, so now you're angry with me

—No, sorry. I'm just tired—

—Come on— he said grinning —I'll buy you a coffee

—Ok

—So, why didn't you slept last night? —Tala inquired, leading the way through the park.

She sigh heavily as she follow —it's nothing really, I just...—

Tala frown at that —still don't trust us do you

—It takes time

—Really? —

Something seemed off with him today —What do you want? —

—You're not like that with the bladebreakers— he sound reproaching.

—Really? — She sigh, —well Tala you're not the bladebreakers, Why did you wanted to see me? —

—Does that matter, answer my initial question? —The last being talked almost as an order.

—I was thinking, having nightmares, I don't sleep most of the time anyway. Have lots of problems with that lately.

He arched an eyebrow —Really, Are you sure you're ok?

—Yeah I'm getting sort of used to

—You know... you shouldn't. For Health, your body... school. How can you focus if you don't have enough rest? Don't your parents ever warned you or cared about that?

—Well yes they did once, they didn't got the chance to actually advise me about this problem, but sometimes Max does and Mrs. Tate as well, it's not like if I'm not conscious about the consequences it's just that I can't

—They don't talk to you a lot do they?

—Well they don't get the chance to anymore Tala. It's not like if they didn't wanted to, it's just that they can't... Dead people can't talk. — She said the last few words quieter than the others like not wanting to say them out loud.

Silence felt upon them like if both of them were considering whether to talk or not.

—Sorry, I've talked to much— She said after a while

—It's ok— he said shaking his head.

—Max told me about you the other day, he phone call me— She went on as if nothing.

—Really, What did he said?— his voice calm, and again cold.

—Oh nothing really, stuff— he eyed her skeptically— about some wicked abbey and something about spirits, and that Bryan's temper was hell, I don't know. He knows I don't mind those things so he's not persistent 'bout his, 'advising', I think he called it. Mom also said something about it and being worry, lately I don't care—

—It's that so?— he kept eyeing her mentally taking note that she said 'mom', she kept quiet and calm —then you realize that I can harm you right now, effortlessly—

—Mmm... I guess— he growl at her answer but said nothing, reaching the door for her as they entered a coffee store, a bell rang announcing their arrival. She sat down in a table near the window. The place was cozy, with little wood tables and reddish brown walls. The noise of the world being left outside as she saw the cars go by. She listened Tala's voice ordering. The sky was still clouded on that side of the city she though as she took off her black coat.

—Here—

—Thank you—

—Lemia, what are you planning to do during the summer? — He said leaning a bit over the table, he remind her of a businessman in that posture.

—Eh— she snapped out of it—summer...— she sip a bit of coffee —No, haven't think about that yet, usually I deal time as it comes—

—Good— he said to himself more than her —Tell me Lemia, have you heard about anything happening this summer? —

—Anything about what? — She asked a bit confused.

—About Beyblade of course— he said with a smirk.

Walking along the streets Tyson found himself trying to figure out what the chief had to tell him about. He had called early that morning saying that there was something he needed to show him, something about his beybattle with Lemia. Which didn't make sense to him since he won, so what could be so important that could not wait until tomorrow?

He felt his stomach complaining, he was hungry. "This better be good Kenny". He kept walking another while, occasionally staring at the sky. Cloudy for more than two days. Not usual. He gave no importance and got into the little restaurant in front of him, where Kenny and his family lived.

—Good afternoon, ma'am— Tyson greeted as he got inside.

—Good afternoon Tyson— answered Kenny's mom from across the bar —Kenny is waiting for you in his room—

Tyson nodded and went upstairs after muttering a thank you. Knocking the door, the blue haired boy entered his comrade's room. —Hi Kenny—

—Tyson. What did it took you so long—

—Well, I had to get ready, you know take a bath and that stuff, did not even had a decent breakfast—

Kenny rolled his eyes at Tyson, was he childish.

—What did you called me for anyway— Tyson went on as he saw Kenny typing in his computer again, like he was before saying hello to him. —I'm guessing this is important, since you couldn't wait 'till tomorrow when you would have everyone—

— Tyson... do you remember your beybattle with Tala? Do you remember what we talked a few days later when you said that Dragoon told you not to give up? And then during Ozuma's beybattle you said the same, about Dragoon talking? — The boy would not look away from the computer.

—Uh...? What is it Kenny

—Here, first I need to show you something— the boy moved a few things on the machine—

—Hey Dizzy— salute Tyson over Chief's shoulder

—Hi Tyson. How you've been doing Kenny here has been a little tense you know—

—Talk about that later, Tyson look at this— the boy blinked at the screen. Some kind of program was reproducing a wave, like that produce when you record a sound in the computer.

—Cool!!—The boy stared at the screen—but what is it? —

—These, —the auburn haired boy signed and proceed to explain— as you can see are measures, energy measures, in this case of your Dragoon Tyson—

—Of my.. —He blinked—What? —

—When a Bit beast is released, what we see is a sort of a projection of their energy; since they're spirits, essences, they don't have a physical form. Which would explain why not everyone can see them, by example Hilary, who couldn't at first. —

—So what you're saying is that wave is the measure of that energy—

—Yes and no, you see Tyson, even when a Bit beast can show itself by using the power of its own, it wouldn't be the same without an intermediary. That would be because without an intermediary a Bit beast would consume all of its power faster than with an intermediary. Also with someone helping it, the Bit beast its able to go beyond it's own and his owners limits depending on how strong the owner is. What this graphic measures its indeed the energy but also the "tune" in which they manifest this energy, you know like the strength in which the energy is release—

—Oh...— Tyson kept quiet for a while assimilating the information —but... then, how does this has anything to do... I don't get it was this the reason of the emergency

—I never said it was an emergency, I told you I needed to talked to you— at that Tyson fall down anime style —and of course not, Tyson. Now I want you to look at these, here's Driger and here's Draciel. I even got Wolfborg from your last battle with Tala. I want you to watch them close and compare them—

—Well they look pretty different between each other—

—Really?? Now look at this—

—Hey, it's uh? it seems like Dragoons but it looks... like if there were someone else—

—Exactly, because these are the graphics from your last battle with Tala, these are from the battle with Kane and these are with Ozuma, compare them with the original one Tyson.

A normal graphic should be like the first one, show only the energy coming only from the spirit not from both spirit and blader. Perhaps you've noticed that the strangest one is—

—The one from Tala's battle they're—

—In perfect harmony... Tyson I never asked what happened at that time, but believe me that a normal person can't do that. There's no data registered at that at least. —

—Wait a sec, what about the beybattle with Zeo—

Kenny shrug —I have no data of that beybattle, the interference that Zeo produced kept me from, but believe me that as far as I could see you were heading the same way—

—So far you've only bothered using your data to prevent and improve us, why... Why are you showing me this now? —

—Because I hadn't notice before, not even Dizzy. Usually we don't check upon this kind of graphics since what we want to analyze are the enemies strengths, I don't know if I made myself clear a moment ago but this graphic its more related to the comprehension of the nature of the Bit beast projection. Of course it's part of the data but it never was so obvious that any of us would pay attention

—We thought it was normal so we pass it along— complemented Dizzy's voice.

—Besides if I'm not wrong it only happens when you summit yourself to a lot of pressure, in all those battles you could have lost more than a simple match so it does not occurs very often.

—Wait then why now, you said this had something to do with my last match, the one with Lemia. But I did not felt pressured in that battle at all. It's truth she's good but she's still an amateur.

—Sure Tyson, an amateur as lucky as you since she was able to defeat Bryan— interrupted Dizzy

—Fine she's good but it was a simple match. How does that has anything to do with this? —

—Well Tyson, that's the matter; I think that she wasn't focusing at all. You see, when you managed to get out all of your strength in those beybattles was because you and Dragoon 'became as one'

—That still doesn't answer my question

—Tyson the reason for us to realize what we just explain you was because Lemia did make it obvious. — At that moment Kenny typed another button

—What? —Said Tyson as Kenny signaled him to see the new graphic on the screen, it read Zryktraryus on the base —Ow man, you got to be kidding me—

So she spent the whole morning and until three o'clock with Tala. It had taken her a while, but since she had no many options for the summer and looking forward getting bored was not one of them, she accepted his offering. Besides it would help her getting near Maxi, after all it had been a while since they last really share something besides their time, which was not much.

Beyblading seemed like a good option. This tournament would helped her in both her friendship with Max and also to understand better her new 'friends', who seem to enjoy so much beyblading. After all they were all so close, weird, mmm... she shrugged at the thought of not being able to describe them.

The sunrays were finally reflecting upon the wet streets of the city. Finally after two days of hiding begin the clouds, the sun show up to complete the sunset scenario. It made her feel better. Sure she loved rain but lately her mood swings had been bothering her so much, she guest it was because of him being away. Everyday she would pray for him to come back to her save. The answer would be the same always and he'll do, you stay calm her spirit always trying to avoid her any worry.

She shook her head so to make aside those thoughts. The river, it was a few meters away from where she was. The park in which she met the boys yesterday was within eyeshot, she recalls Max telling her once about a legend, an urban legend. Something about a woman spirit. She grin at that —Children, they make up such stories so often— and yet the thought of it disturb her "they're not real" the voice came in as a memory —oh but they were, they're—

—Mmm... this is not fine, is not sane, why would I keep thinking about sad things— she sign. "Anyway on with the tournament rules" she keep reading the information downloaded from the Internet. It was all as Tala had said, five people were required on each team even if not all participated ("what a stupid rule"), also size and weight limits of the beyblades were set, each team was required to win two out of three in order to classified, time limits per battle were to be fifteen minutes (even if it is impossible for most beyblades to reach that mark, less exceed it), not hurting the opponent, bla, bla, bla. Seems like the basics.

Making aside the paper, the thoughts of her roommate came back. —Is there anything I can help you with? —

—Uh? — There was a young man looking at her, he had turquoise eyes and long brown hair.

—Well you look trouble, perhaps I can help you— something in his tone of voice make her feel unsure, it was already late, she should be home. —Invite you something

—Oh no it's nothing, believe me, oh look at the sun it's already late, I gotta go, ha, ha, ha— ""he's creepy" she got up and make to leave but

—Perhaps I wasn't clear enough lady— the boy said getting hold of her wrist

—Let go, right now

—I doubt so, miss you are coming with me