YES! My first fanfiction, which is Beyblade! And I have to put up disclaimers... that ruins my day... Well, yeah, it does but I do it anyways! XD;
Pairing: KaiXTyson. Known as Tyka. If you hate this kinda stuff then screw you, why are you here?!
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or anything that I shouldn't own. Sadly.If I did own it, all the bishounen would be making out and doing 'shtuff' evil little grin Mwarharhar!
So, yeah! On with the story!
NOTE: This is a redo of the first and second chapter! (which is to come later). An update on my writing style, I guess. Hope ya like! Ja!
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"I hate you Tyson! You're selfish, rude, and only think about your bit beast thingie!" Tyson glared at her angrily as she continued to walk away from him, hands clenched at her sides. Sheesh.... Why were girls so... emotional? He was breaking up with her. Big deal. He just found out he was gay! She should just give him a stupid break! He secretly thought she was a lesbian at first, anyway. But, now he knew, she defiantly wasn't. And breaking up with her wasn't working.
"Hillary! It's...just... I already told you the reason!"
"What? That you're gay!?" A few heads turned at the mention of someone being gay. Specifically, that the world beyblading champion was gay. Tyson blushed deeply. Nope. Defiantly not working
"HILLARY! I AM SO GOING TO KILL YOU!" He saw her huff and turn her back towards him, feet already moving quickly forward. Yelling over her shoulder a few seconds later, he could hear that she really didn't care. "Try to, you Baka!!"
Nope. Defiantly didn't care.
He started running towards her, thinking about all the good ways he could kill her. Slowly and painfully, or quick and painless? " Hillary! Wait! Let's at least talk this over!"
So what, he was playing dirty? If she stopped, he could kill her. And that would make his job so much more easy. So he grinned as she turned around, eyes burning craters into his flesh (and he doubted that if she could, he'd be dead, because she would). But at least she fell for it! You'd think she'd be smarter then that, her being the smartest kid in class and all. She just proved that smart kids could be dumber then him!
He didn't get to talk to her, though, or even gloat from far off. All he could do was watch in horror as a semi- truck hit her full force, tires squealing to try and prevent what had already happened. His eyes widened as he saw her body fall under the black wheel, and then the next one. And the next one...
He held back a silent scream as red liquid splattered his clothes, and he was thinking please don't let it be blood, this is a trick, please don't let it be blood, this is just a trick...'
He didn't even notice when he hit the ground, since it was all black.
Who wouldn't black out after seeing a friend killed?
His eyes were blurry. He couldn't see anything. But his body was warm...Oh so warm... and he could feel a quilt move against his chest...
Tyson shot up, eyes wide and fearful as a drop of sweat rolled down his neck. What had happened? Bad dream...something like that...bad, bad dream... No semi, no fight, no blood, no terrible, terrible blood...
'My pjs are on! Joy!' Tyson came to the conclusion that it was all a bad dream, and mentally did flips and jumps to rejoice the fact. Hillary wasn't dead, they hadn't fought yet, and he wasn't gay! Wait... Well, he still was, but Hillary wasn't dead!
He was bursting with happiness as he finally stopped doing a mental parade. Now was a good time for a huge, big breakfast with mega stacks of pancakes, topped with strawberries and whipped cream, and there would be sausage and bacon too... He licked his lips, barely catching the bit of saliva that was making his wa out of his mouth. Yum. That sounded good!
He stepped off the bed with more then enough energy, wide grin placed on his face as he thought about all the possibilities breakfast would bring. Only a second later did he fall on his back, foot caught in a non-solid object. He was readt to do a rant as he looked back at the offending object, mouth open in anger. It suddenly went slack in disbelief as his eyes widened, face draining a few shades paler then what was normal.
He could feel a bubble rising in his throat, like a demon trying to get out. The clothes he had worn earlier...the green sweatshirt and jeans... they were stained with something red... Red like Hillary's blood...
Tyson turned away quickly and promptly vomited on the empty space in front of him, hand seeking out his stomach as the other weakly held him up. Wasn't a dream, Wasn't a dream, WASN'T A DREAM!!!
Tyson began to sob uncontrollably as he crawled quickly out of his room, not once looking back at his clothes as the mantra repeated painfully in his head. 'Wasn't a dream, wasn't a dream, wasn't a dream...'
This mantra was continued until he reached the top of the stairs, finally collapsing from weakness. He couldn't believe it. It was real... Hillary had died, he had watched, he had been mad at her just before she died...
Another last thought before Tyson collapsed from the lack of oxygen, was that he was going to have a huge headache later.
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Tyson woke up screaming as the semi hit Hillary again, midnight blue eyes closed tightly as to block out the image that was imprinted on the darkness of his eyelids. 'She's dead, she's dead, she's dead...
A voice broke through the pounding in his head, the sound soothing and faintly familiar to him. He foggily thought that he must have heard it in his dreams, because it was soft and alluring, and it was calling to him...
Turning his head around, it took a few seconds before he realized that the voice belonged to Kai. He practically lunged at the boy, hands grasped and tangled tightly in the shirt of his old captain. "Kai!" He eyes were panicked as he gazed into the crimson ones above and in front of him, legs twisted in a strange fashion.
"Kai! Hillary was hit by a truck! Where is she? Why am I home? Why are you here? Why am I in my Pajamas? WHY!!?" Tyson's voice cracked. He was making no sense. He just didn't know what was real right now.....
The blue eyed teen looked around fearfully before his gaze landed on Kai once again, midnight orbs still as confused and pain-filled as before, but this time, collecting tears. 'Don't cry, don't cry... Don't cry damn it!'
The repeated words were useless as Tyson felt the onslaught of tears welling over. So he did the only thing he could think of. He pulled Kai closer and buried his head into the warm chest of the slated-blue hair boy. All a dream....
Kai spoke finally, words just as soothing as before, when Tyson was thinking about how much of an angel's voice it sounded like. "Tyson... Shh, it will be alright...I took you home, and dressed you in your pajamas after you blacked out..." He paused, then continued. " And Hillary...Well...the police said there are no charges against you... you didn't murder her.."
Tyson's head shot up. He was actually being considered a murderer? Ripping himself away from Kai, he glowered at him full force. "I killed her? They shouldn't even consider charges! That's a lie! I didn't do it!" He continued to ramble, unaware that Kai was staring at him quite calmly and patiently. He continued until a little voice in the back of his head stopped him.
'You DID kill her! You're nothing but a cold-blooded murderer. Kai's just saying this so THEY can ship you off to jail after you've confessed to it. Because you're the one that broke up with her. You're the one that told her to stop. You're the one that killed her Tyson! YOU DID! And your going to rot in hell for it!'
His eyes widened as he went still, body falling almost limp in horror. He didn't... He hadn't...The little voice piped up again, the voice gleefully declaring 'YES YOU DID! YOU DID!'
Tyson didn't even know he had fallen down until he felt the cool wood against his cheek, but it was hardly a comfort against his burning skin. He was to absorbed with what the little voice was saying. As the voice continued to speak in morbid terms, a tiny worm of doubt buried itself into his heart and started spreading, almost to the point of suffocation.
He had told her to stop.... He did break up with her...He had killed her... The voice once again, with a morbid happiness lacing it's words, 'You've finally got it!'.
Breaking down was an easy option for Tyson. He curled up into a tiny ball, his eyes tightly shut to block out the world, and hold back his tears. All Tyson knew right now was that he had killed her. He had killed Hillary.
Sobbing, he began to talk. " I did it... I killed her...I didn't want her dead..." Tyson sobbed even more as Kai pulled him onto his lap, one hand rubbing his back in comfort and the other holding his back. He just...wanted to die, painfully and slowly, maybe hit by a semi like Hillary. Another sob broke out at this thought. " I did it Kai...I killed her.... I didn't mean to Kai.... I really didn't..."
Tyson whimpered, clutching as much of Kai's shirt as he could. He knew Kai was there, but he jumped slightly when he spoke. " It's alright, Ty.... It's alright..."
The two stayed that way for the rest of the night, muffled sobs and soothing words the only thing from keeping the house silent. The house was the only thing that would keep those inhabitants safe from the outside world, until it grew old with age and crumble, falling on the piece of land it inhabited.
Or maybe sooner...
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My first chapter! Yay!!! I need to know what you guys think! Should I continue or should I quit well I'm.. Behind? Whatever. I think this chappie was bad actually (better now since I updated my old style....)... Anyway, Please review and leave a remark of some sort! Ja!
Pairing: KaiXTyson. Known as Tyka. If you hate this kinda stuff then screw you, why are you here?!
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or anything that I shouldn't own. Sadly.If I did own it, all the bishounen would be making out and doing 'shtuff' evil little grin Mwarharhar!
So, yeah! On with the story!
NOTE: This is a redo of the first and second chapter! (which is to come later). An update on my writing style, I guess. Hope ya like! Ja!
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"I hate you Tyson! You're selfish, rude, and only think about your bit beast thingie!" Tyson glared at her angrily as she continued to walk away from him, hands clenched at her sides. Sheesh.... Why were girls so... emotional? He was breaking up with her. Big deal. He just found out he was gay! She should just give him a stupid break! He secretly thought she was a lesbian at first, anyway. But, now he knew, she defiantly wasn't. And breaking up with her wasn't working.
"Hillary! It's...just... I already told you the reason!"
"What? That you're gay!?" A few heads turned at the mention of someone being gay. Specifically, that the world beyblading champion was gay. Tyson blushed deeply. Nope. Defiantly not working
"HILLARY! I AM SO GOING TO KILL YOU!" He saw her huff and turn her back towards him, feet already moving quickly forward. Yelling over her shoulder a few seconds later, he could hear that she really didn't care. "Try to, you Baka!!"
Nope. Defiantly didn't care.
He started running towards her, thinking about all the good ways he could kill her. Slowly and painfully, or quick and painless? " Hillary! Wait! Let's at least talk this over!"
So what, he was playing dirty? If she stopped, he could kill her. And that would make his job so much more easy. So he grinned as she turned around, eyes burning craters into his flesh (and he doubted that if she could, he'd be dead, because she would). But at least she fell for it! You'd think she'd be smarter then that, her being the smartest kid in class and all. She just proved that smart kids could be dumber then him!
He didn't get to talk to her, though, or even gloat from far off. All he could do was watch in horror as a semi- truck hit her full force, tires squealing to try and prevent what had already happened. His eyes widened as he saw her body fall under the black wheel, and then the next one. And the next one...
He held back a silent scream as red liquid splattered his clothes, and he was thinking please don't let it be blood, this is a trick, please don't let it be blood, this is just a trick...'
He didn't even notice when he hit the ground, since it was all black.
Who wouldn't black out after seeing a friend killed?
His eyes were blurry. He couldn't see anything. But his body was warm...Oh so warm... and he could feel a quilt move against his chest...
Tyson shot up, eyes wide and fearful as a drop of sweat rolled down his neck. What had happened? Bad dream...something like that...bad, bad dream... No semi, no fight, no blood, no terrible, terrible blood...
'My pjs are on! Joy!' Tyson came to the conclusion that it was all a bad dream, and mentally did flips and jumps to rejoice the fact. Hillary wasn't dead, they hadn't fought yet, and he wasn't gay! Wait... Well, he still was, but Hillary wasn't dead!
He was bursting with happiness as he finally stopped doing a mental parade. Now was a good time for a huge, big breakfast with mega stacks of pancakes, topped with strawberries and whipped cream, and there would be sausage and bacon too... He licked his lips, barely catching the bit of saliva that was making his wa out of his mouth. Yum. That sounded good!
He stepped off the bed with more then enough energy, wide grin placed on his face as he thought about all the possibilities breakfast would bring. Only a second later did he fall on his back, foot caught in a non-solid object. He was readt to do a rant as he looked back at the offending object, mouth open in anger. It suddenly went slack in disbelief as his eyes widened, face draining a few shades paler then what was normal.
He could feel a bubble rising in his throat, like a demon trying to get out. The clothes he had worn earlier...the green sweatshirt and jeans... they were stained with something red... Red like Hillary's blood...
Tyson turned away quickly and promptly vomited on the empty space in front of him, hand seeking out his stomach as the other weakly held him up. Wasn't a dream, Wasn't a dream, WASN'T A DREAM!!!
Tyson began to sob uncontrollably as he crawled quickly out of his room, not once looking back at his clothes as the mantra repeated painfully in his head. 'Wasn't a dream, wasn't a dream, wasn't a dream...'
This mantra was continued until he reached the top of the stairs, finally collapsing from weakness. He couldn't believe it. It was real... Hillary had died, he had watched, he had been mad at her just before she died...
Another last thought before Tyson collapsed from the lack of oxygen, was that he was going to have a huge headache later.
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Tyson woke up screaming as the semi hit Hillary again, midnight blue eyes closed tightly as to block out the image that was imprinted on the darkness of his eyelids. 'She's dead, she's dead, she's dead...
A voice broke through the pounding in his head, the sound soothing and faintly familiar to him. He foggily thought that he must have heard it in his dreams, because it was soft and alluring, and it was calling to him...
Turning his head around, it took a few seconds before he realized that the voice belonged to Kai. He practically lunged at the boy, hands grasped and tangled tightly in the shirt of his old captain. "Kai!" He eyes were panicked as he gazed into the crimson ones above and in front of him, legs twisted in a strange fashion.
"Kai! Hillary was hit by a truck! Where is she? Why am I home? Why are you here? Why am I in my Pajamas? WHY!!?" Tyson's voice cracked. He was making no sense. He just didn't know what was real right now.....
The blue eyed teen looked around fearfully before his gaze landed on Kai once again, midnight orbs still as confused and pain-filled as before, but this time, collecting tears. 'Don't cry, don't cry... Don't cry damn it!'
The repeated words were useless as Tyson felt the onslaught of tears welling over. So he did the only thing he could think of. He pulled Kai closer and buried his head into the warm chest of the slated-blue hair boy. All a dream....
Kai spoke finally, words just as soothing as before, when Tyson was thinking about how much of an angel's voice it sounded like. "Tyson... Shh, it will be alright...I took you home, and dressed you in your pajamas after you blacked out..." He paused, then continued. " And Hillary...Well...the police said there are no charges against you... you didn't murder her.."
Tyson's head shot up. He was actually being considered a murderer? Ripping himself away from Kai, he glowered at him full force. "I killed her? They shouldn't even consider charges! That's a lie! I didn't do it!" He continued to ramble, unaware that Kai was staring at him quite calmly and patiently. He continued until a little voice in the back of his head stopped him.
'You DID kill her! You're nothing but a cold-blooded murderer. Kai's just saying this so THEY can ship you off to jail after you've confessed to it. Because you're the one that broke up with her. You're the one that told her to stop. You're the one that killed her Tyson! YOU DID! And your going to rot in hell for it!'
His eyes widened as he went still, body falling almost limp in horror. He didn't... He hadn't...The little voice piped up again, the voice gleefully declaring 'YES YOU DID! YOU DID!'
Tyson didn't even know he had fallen down until he felt the cool wood against his cheek, but it was hardly a comfort against his burning skin. He was to absorbed with what the little voice was saying. As the voice continued to speak in morbid terms, a tiny worm of doubt buried itself into his heart and started spreading, almost to the point of suffocation.
He had told her to stop.... He did break up with her...He had killed her... The voice once again, with a morbid happiness lacing it's words, 'You've finally got it!'.
Breaking down was an easy option for Tyson. He curled up into a tiny ball, his eyes tightly shut to block out the world, and hold back his tears. All Tyson knew right now was that he had killed her. He had killed Hillary.
Sobbing, he began to talk. " I did it... I killed her...I didn't want her dead..." Tyson sobbed even more as Kai pulled him onto his lap, one hand rubbing his back in comfort and the other holding his back. He just...wanted to die, painfully and slowly, maybe hit by a semi like Hillary. Another sob broke out at this thought. " I did it Kai...I killed her.... I didn't mean to Kai.... I really didn't..."
Tyson whimpered, clutching as much of Kai's shirt as he could. He knew Kai was there, but he jumped slightly when he spoke. " It's alright, Ty.... It's alright..."
The two stayed that way for the rest of the night, muffled sobs and soothing words the only thing from keeping the house silent. The house was the only thing that would keep those inhabitants safe from the outside world, until it grew old with age and crumble, falling on the piece of land it inhabited.
Or maybe sooner...
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My first chapter! Yay!!! I need to know what you guys think! Should I continue or should I quit well I'm.. Behind? Whatever. I think this chappie was bad actually (better now since I updated my old style....)... Anyway, Please review and leave a remark of some sort! Ja!