Holy shit, has it ever been a long time since I've updated this fic O.O. I was thinking of not finishing, but then I looked at the old two chapters and practically screamed in horror at what I saw. I was BAD, people. So I updated those and decided to update with a third chapter! Yay!
I also changed the name to 'Demon's in my Mind', from 'Tainted Mind, Shattered Souls.'
... Nyarg. You probably all hate me for taking this long -.-...
But anyway!
I'll do the disclaimers, the review remarks, and all that shit, OK?
DISCLAIMER!: I do not own Beyblade, or any of the characters. If I did, they'd all be making out and having hot, wild, monkey... Yeah XD;.
WARNING!: This fanfiction contains shounen-ai, which literally means 'Boy's love', which means BoyxBoy action. If you don't like this, or are just too stupid to know any better, I advise you press the 'Back' button. Also has angst, character deaths, and other stuff .
REVIEW REMARKS:
Goddess-of-da-Cheeseburgers: Thanks for loving it so much! Even though the old chapters were... Bleh O.o. And I'm not either XD I personally hate every girl on Beyblade O.o. And Thanks! Whoot! XD
DragonBlade: Yeah, poor Hillary ;. And thank you!
sexy-jess: Yeah, blame the truck driver! -Shifty eyes- I didn't do anything ;
meh: Sorry I didn't update soon ;;
Minako: That isn't the plot, sorry! But glad you like it! Maybe I'll make Hillary appear in a dream, but not as an angel or summetin like that ;. Well, here's the update!
And sorry I didn't reply to all the chapter 1 posts! I was stupid back then XD.
Aaaaannnnnndddd on with the chapter!
Demons in my Mind, Chapter 3
Midnight blue eyes excitedly scanned the street as he bounced on the balls of his feet, oblivious to the stares he was receiving and the crimson glare that had fixed itself on his back. Oblivious to almost everything but the growing excitement of seeing everyone again. Even though he had seen Kenny a month and a half ago, max 5 months ago, and Rei about 9 months ago, it felt like he hadn't seen them in years. Thousands of years!
He hadn't even noticed he was too much off the curb until he felt hands pull him back rather roughly, and heard tires squealing only after a second of his disappearance from the street, onto the curb. He could have been like Hillary, only much better off. Like a broken leg instead of a broken body.
The blue-eyed teen didn't have time to dwell on sadness, because there was hot breathe in his ear and a low voice, almost gravelly, whispering to him. About... Well, right now, he wish his mind wasn't substituting words for the real ones. Goddamn Kai had a low voice!
Concentrating real hard on the words Kai were saying instead of how they sounded, Tyson made out what his mind had muddled up and made rather... Well, insert a word that would equal something pleasurable.
"Tyson? Tyson? Are you alright? You didn't get hurt, right?" Sentences like these were murmured quietly in his ear, almost soothing to the point where Tyson just wanted to lay back and forget whose lap he was sitting on.
Again.
A few more seconds of listening to the words before the blue haired boy shook his head, as if to clear a daze, and spoke. "Uhn.... Yeah, I'm fine, Kai. Just a little dazed is all." He turned his head and sent a sheepish smile at his old captain, a laugh escaping his lips. "That sure was close though, hey?"
The crimson eyed teen nodded, leaning back on his hands and raising an eyebrow. "That's good Tyson. But I suggest you get off of me. Everyone's watching."
What he had failed to notice before became blindingly obvious to Tyson, who looked around to notice questioning stares and almost-stage whispers. A blush soon covered his face as he caught some of their questions, cursing the wind for carrying it to his red ears.
"Hey, isn't that Kai Hiwatari and Tyson Granger? What are they Doing?!"
"Are they together?"
"Never knew they were fucking each other..."
"Oh. My. God. They're GAY?"
"... KAWAII!!!"
In less then a second, Tyson was off of Kai and waving his arms around wildly, face caught in an embarrassed expression and a huge swear drop forming on his head. "Nothing to see here, people! Move along! Nothing's wrong!" He gave a nervous laugh to the dispersing crowd, hand taking a place behind his head while the other found a place on his hip. God, this was embarrassing.
As soon as everyone was moving on, Tyson dropped his hands and sighed dejectedly, feeling gloom settle in with the emotion embarrassment. He hated this week so much. He was probably going to hate every day for the rest of his life. First, Hillary died (and he had to seriously hold back some angst filled thoughts), then Kai popped up with a championship (mind you, this wasn't so bad), and THEN he almost got hit by a car or some kind of fast-moving vehicle, and Kai had the nerve to catch him and hold him captive in his lap.
He turned around and glared at Kai after he had summer up this week's problems so far. And he had no one else to blame for everything. Why not blame Kai?
"Kai! You didn't have to hold me captive after I almost got hit! You could have just pulled me back and asked if I was OK!" Ok. He was behaving like a child, something Hillary had pointed out millions and zillions of times. But, he blamed stress. Stress did all the bad things. Like made him act like a 7-year-old. Stupid stress.
"If you didn't notice, Tyson, I just saved your life. Now stop acting like a child and let's go to the Mr.Dickenson's house."
And Kai just said he was acting like a child, too.
He REALLY hated this week so far.
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"Oh, why, hello Tyson. I haven't seen you in awhile. How have you been?"
Said boy's eyes lit up as he cast a glance over the old, friendly face, excitement once again building up when he realized he was getting closer to seeing Max, Rei, and Kenny once again. "Hey, Mr.Dickenson! Everything's been great! Except for... Well, you know..."
A saddened smile took over Tyson's face as he remembered what had only happened yesterday, and he wondered, had it really only been yesterday? It felt like weeks, months, years since it happened. Only because he felt as if he had relived it a thousand times over when he was caught with out a thought or an activity to keep his mind off the subject.
The same friendly voice that had greeted him brought him out of his reverie as it spoke, surprise in the voice. "And Kai! I haven't seen you for awhile, either! Is everything all right in Moscow or where ever you've been residing?"
Tyson looked back at Kai, confusion clearly written on his face. Hadn't Kai been behind him the entire time?
The crimson-eyed boy glanced calmly at the old man, uneasiness flickering in his eyes briefly when he looked at Tyson. Well, maybe Kai knew his question. "Sorry I wasn't here with Tyson before... I was outside." He nodded at Mr.Dickenson, as if to confirm that his excuse was good enough, and answered his question. "And I've been fine. I flew in from Moscow three days ago, since getting the letter, about the conference, from you."
Mr.Dickenson smiled, not once questioning the former team captain. He was about to open his mouth to question what the stoic teen thought about it, but the more hyperactive blue-haired boy beat him to speaking. "Hey, Kai! Why didn't you follow me in straight in, huh? I thought you were behind me the entire time!"
Again, Kai looked uneasy as he cast a dark glare at Tyson, lips pursed in thought. After a moment's contemplation, his cold voice broke through the hesitation, annoyance clearly heard in the words. "I was having a smoke, Tyson. That's why I didn't follow you. Now stop being bothersome."
The midnight-eyed boy blinked at the confession, making a face after he understood what his friend had said. "Dude, that's a dirty habit. You should drop it, 'cause, you know, it's bad for your health."
An exasperated sigh. "I know that, Tyson. It's a stress habit. Now, please. Can we please focus on the subject?"
Tyson stuck his tongue out at the boy, hands on his hips in a stubborn gesture. "Not until you break that habit, Kai! You need to be able to launch a Beyblade with out being out of breath!"
"Tyson, just because I smoke once in awhile, doesn't mean I won't be in good condition for Beyblading."
"That's what they ALL say, before some-"
The ignored occupant of the room finally spoke up to break up the argument progressing between the two teens, not wishing to see any real violence in his office. Didn't want to ruin everything, right? "Tyson, Kai! The reason you're here is to learn about the conference! Now, please, focus!"
This quieted the two teens, the familiar fire in both of their eyes almost welcomed. Too bad they weren't Beyblading right now. He received a grumble from Tyson, and only a cool stare from Kai, to continue.
He, himself, calmed down and sat in his chair, a smile causing lines to appear on random places in his face. "Alright, I'm guessing your paying attention now?" Nods aimed at him from both quiet teens. "Ok, let's begin, shall we?"
"The 2005 World Beyblading Conference will be held in Tokyo, which you both know, is the capitol of Japan. It will be held between May 25th to May 31st. Since it is... already May 20th, the plane will leave in two days. As soon as you get there, you will go to your hotel immediately. As soon as I call to give you the time and location of you matches, and all matches are held between 9:00 am and 7:00 PM, you can enjoy the rest of your stay until your matches start."
"The people you will be competing would have won at least one title each, be famous in anyway, or have won a contest to enter this competition. You will be disqualified if you have lost two matches, or are defeated in all three rounds of one match. All normal rules will apply, with an extra rule that you have to have a background check, due to suspicious activity the year the Bladebreakers won. The prizes will include another title, a trophy, and 10,000zenny for first prize. Second prize will receive a silver metal and a prize of 2,000zenny, and third prize will receive a bronze metal and 500zenny. Now, any questions?"
Both boys went over the information in their minds, shaking their heads when they realized they didn't have any questions.
"Alrighty then! Kai, do you have a place to stay for the next two days?" A kind smile after the question, small eyes looking at Kai as if for confirmation that he would be safe for the next two days, in somebody's house.
Before the crimson-eyed boy could answer the question, Tyson spoke again, interrupting him effectively with a surprise.
"He can stay at my house!"
As both stared at him in surprise, the blue-haired boy just realized what he had said. Ok... He had NO idea why he had just said that. Sure, Kai was a friend and all, but... But... He had no reason not to offer, now did he?
"So, whaddaya say Kai? Stay at my house? It's not like you have anywhere else to stay, and if you got a hotel, that would cost lots! Plus I have everything they don't!" A cheeky grin plastered itself on Tyson's face as he made the plea, awaiting the answer.
A second or so later, after Kai had gotten over his initial shock at the abrupt offer, he contemplated it, a thoughtful frown on his face as the seconds turned to a minute. After a slight hesitation, he nodded reluctantly, the frown on his face lifting to a straight line.
"Sure, why not?"
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Yay A chapters done! Finally! I should get doing my other 4 chapters! -.-. Damn it I suck XD;;;;. But, anyway! Kai's staying over at Tyson's house! Yay! Have fun with this people XD.
I also got a question. Should I start calling Tyson and Kai and everyone their Japanese names? You know, like Takao, Kai, Max, Rei... and yeah XD;. I suck. But yeah, should I?
And if anyone's confused, Tyson would be about... I think, 16-17, while Kai would be about... 18-19. From my point of view, anyway. Anyone care to correct me?
So, yeah. Third chapter, Whoop-de-doo, I hope I do the fourth chapter sooner! XD;;;. So, yeah. Ciao! Review if you want, it will keep me going XP.