Breaking a Promise
Chapter 2
Kohari: Oh my God! I'm continuing. I got way more reviews for this one than the redo, so just for you people who reviewed the original, I will continue (background cheering). But, there is one condition (AWWW!). I was gonna keep the plots the same for the original and the redo, but since I've already started going on with my original plan, this one is going by a different scheme than it would have. If it disappoints you, tough cookies. You wanted this, right?
Ray: Thank Heaven she don't own Beyblade!
Kohari: Oh, that's nice. Catch the sarcasm? Oh, well. Starting...
Chapter 2!
"Tyson, she's not here," Max tried to convince his buddy as they searched the park. She had skipped out on practice and they had all gotten worried. Hilary never broke a promise, and she had given her word that she would come in class. At first they thought she had had something important to do, but after a call to her mother confirming that she was free for the entire afternoon, they had started to think she had...run.
"Come on. She isn't here. Let's just go, Tyson. It's getting dark." Ray looked up at the slowly deepening blue of the sky, while Tyson ignored the others and continued to look frantically under every bench, in every tree, inside every bush. To no avail.
"You guys can go," offered Kenny, knowing that this could very well take all night. "That's what Kai did."
"Kai wasn't here in the first place!" complained a very sore, slightly bloodstained, and dirt-covered Tyson.
"Yeah, that's strange," admitted Max.
"Oh, bull!" Tyson was obviously not in a good mood. "He doesn't give a crap about us!"
"That's not true, Tyson," Ray objected. "He's stuck with us through thick and thin."
"Except for that time in Russia," interrupted Max.
"Yeah," agreed Ray. "But that's not the point. The point is that he's stuck with us and forced us to train. If we had stopped our training, well, we'd be in deep crap at the next World tournament." Kenny and Max nodded to show their support of this statement.
"Who cares?" Tyson grumbled from inside a hollow tree trunk (not severed from the tree). His three teammates sighed, realizing they couldn't get through to him in this state. Ray and Max gave up and went back to the dojo. Kenny remained behind for a moment.
"Tyson?"
"What!" This annoyed word was shouted from underneath a particularly thorny rosebush on the edge of the walk.
"If you do happen to find her tonight, are you gonna tell her?"
"Tell her what?" Tyson withdrew from under the bush, a few scratches slashed across his cheeks.
"Your feelings for her." The answer seemed so simple. Tyson shrugged it off with a "Pht!"
"As if!" He cried, sounding a little like the cheerleader girls at school. "What feelings?!" He was lying. It was so clear. As freshly washed, rinsed, and dried glassware. Kenny shook his head and left the champ to continue his aimless search.
The moon was high when Tyson finally saw how long he had been there and that it was pointless continue. He decided to go ahead and take a walk before returning to the dojo.
The air was so...fresh. The world so...alive. He had never felt like this pre-Hilary. Hilary. The name was so angelic to him now. He had never thought he'd fall for such a bossy...well, for lack of a better word, bitch. But she had her good points too. She was smart, pretty, and a hell of a beyblader according to the blond kid at the school.
Oh, what was he thinking?! Hilary was nothing to him! Right? No. She was his everything, and he knew it. Maybe she felt the same for him. She had gone out of her way to constantly come to training when she had found out his talent. She had followed him to the tournament where he had met Ozuma, and from then on had come to the dojo to join them, even though she said she couldn't stand beyblades (mispronounced, of course) OR Tyson. Why else would she have done that?
'Who knows?' he told himself as he stopped under the famous bridge. The one where he had met Max and Zeo. The one where he had challenged a BladeShark and fought Kai, before he joined their team. The one where he had apologized to Hilary near, and Zeo had run from him on. So many memories linked to one bridge. That's what they do. They link two destinations. In this case, things of the past.
He slipped down to the bank of the river where Max had rescued that puppy that first year. Gazing out at the water, he could almost see the dog floating on the log, and Draciel (minus the bitbeast) racing to save it. He chuckled slightly. Amazing how you remember things like that. Remember. Hilary. Did she remember Kento (Justin in the Redo)? Apparently. Speak of the devil.
A whistling sound was coming down the lane. A female whistle. A familiar female. Hilary. She was smiling. Who, or what, had been able to do that? He wished deep down it had been him.
She stopped. "Hello, Tyson." He was speechless. Now was the perfect time to tell her, just like Kenny had said. But he couldn't.
"You missed practice, Hil," he managed to say after her grin had diminished slightly at his silence.
"Oh, I'm sorry." She didn't sound like she meant it.
"Hey, Hil," he called out as she passed him.
"Yes?"
"I love you." He had done it. Those three words were so hard to force out, yet when you had the courage, so easy to say. Much easier than you'd think.
"Oh." Was she...disappointed? Her smile was completely erased.
"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned and curious.
"I'm sorry."
"That's all you can say?!" He stammered (I know, I didn't write in the stammers). "I thought you'd be happy to know."
"I used to think so, too, Tyson," she confessed. "But I already have someone." She began to leave.
"Who?" Tyson asked, softly, not his usual cocky, I-have-to-know-tell-me tone. She halted again, reluctant to speak the name.
"Who?" he repeated. After a while, she told him. He wasn't exactly thrilled to hear the name.
"Kai," she whispered. He barely heard it, but it was heard all the same. She walked off, not as happily as she had come, but she tried to be.
There was one thought clouding his mind. 'How dare he?'
Chapter 2
Kohari: Oh my God! I'm continuing. I got way more reviews for this one than the redo, so just for you people who reviewed the original, I will continue (background cheering). But, there is one condition (AWWW!). I was gonna keep the plots the same for the original and the redo, but since I've already started going on with my original plan, this one is going by a different scheme than it would have. If it disappoints you, tough cookies. You wanted this, right?
Ray: Thank Heaven she don't own Beyblade!
Kohari: Oh, that's nice. Catch the sarcasm? Oh, well. Starting...
Chapter 2!
"Tyson, she's not here," Max tried to convince his buddy as they searched the park. She had skipped out on practice and they had all gotten worried. Hilary never broke a promise, and she had given her word that she would come in class. At first they thought she had had something important to do, but after a call to her mother confirming that she was free for the entire afternoon, they had started to think she had...run.
"Come on. She isn't here. Let's just go, Tyson. It's getting dark." Ray looked up at the slowly deepening blue of the sky, while Tyson ignored the others and continued to look frantically under every bench, in every tree, inside every bush. To no avail.
"You guys can go," offered Kenny, knowing that this could very well take all night. "That's what Kai did."
"Kai wasn't here in the first place!" complained a very sore, slightly bloodstained, and dirt-covered Tyson.
"Yeah, that's strange," admitted Max.
"Oh, bull!" Tyson was obviously not in a good mood. "He doesn't give a crap about us!"
"That's not true, Tyson," Ray objected. "He's stuck with us through thick and thin."
"Except for that time in Russia," interrupted Max.
"Yeah," agreed Ray. "But that's not the point. The point is that he's stuck with us and forced us to train. If we had stopped our training, well, we'd be in deep crap at the next World tournament." Kenny and Max nodded to show their support of this statement.
"Who cares?" Tyson grumbled from inside a hollow tree trunk (not severed from the tree). His three teammates sighed, realizing they couldn't get through to him in this state. Ray and Max gave up and went back to the dojo. Kenny remained behind for a moment.
"Tyson?"
"What!" This annoyed word was shouted from underneath a particularly thorny rosebush on the edge of the walk.
"If you do happen to find her tonight, are you gonna tell her?"
"Tell her what?" Tyson withdrew from under the bush, a few scratches slashed across his cheeks.
"Your feelings for her." The answer seemed so simple. Tyson shrugged it off with a "Pht!"
"As if!" He cried, sounding a little like the cheerleader girls at school. "What feelings?!" He was lying. It was so clear. As freshly washed, rinsed, and dried glassware. Kenny shook his head and left the champ to continue his aimless search.
The moon was high when Tyson finally saw how long he had been there and that it was pointless continue. He decided to go ahead and take a walk before returning to the dojo.
The air was so...fresh. The world so...alive. He had never felt like this pre-Hilary. Hilary. The name was so angelic to him now. He had never thought he'd fall for such a bossy...well, for lack of a better word, bitch. But she had her good points too. She was smart, pretty, and a hell of a beyblader according to the blond kid at the school.
Oh, what was he thinking?! Hilary was nothing to him! Right? No. She was his everything, and he knew it. Maybe she felt the same for him. She had gone out of her way to constantly come to training when she had found out his talent. She had followed him to the tournament where he had met Ozuma, and from then on had come to the dojo to join them, even though she said she couldn't stand beyblades (mispronounced, of course) OR Tyson. Why else would she have done that?
'Who knows?' he told himself as he stopped under the famous bridge. The one where he had met Max and Zeo. The one where he had challenged a BladeShark and fought Kai, before he joined their team. The one where he had apologized to Hilary near, and Zeo had run from him on. So many memories linked to one bridge. That's what they do. They link two destinations. In this case, things of the past.
He slipped down to the bank of the river where Max had rescued that puppy that first year. Gazing out at the water, he could almost see the dog floating on the log, and Draciel (minus the bitbeast) racing to save it. He chuckled slightly. Amazing how you remember things like that. Remember. Hilary. Did she remember Kento (Justin in the Redo)? Apparently. Speak of the devil.
A whistling sound was coming down the lane. A female whistle. A familiar female. Hilary. She was smiling. Who, or what, had been able to do that? He wished deep down it had been him.
She stopped. "Hello, Tyson." He was speechless. Now was the perfect time to tell her, just like Kenny had said. But he couldn't.
"You missed practice, Hil," he managed to say after her grin had diminished slightly at his silence.
"Oh, I'm sorry." She didn't sound like she meant it.
"Hey, Hil," he called out as she passed him.
"Yes?"
"I love you." He had done it. Those three words were so hard to force out, yet when you had the courage, so easy to say. Much easier than you'd think.
"Oh." Was she...disappointed? Her smile was completely erased.
"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned and curious.
"I'm sorry."
"That's all you can say?!" He stammered (I know, I didn't write in the stammers). "I thought you'd be happy to know."
"I used to think so, too, Tyson," she confessed. "But I already have someone." She began to leave.
"Who?" Tyson asked, softly, not his usual cocky, I-have-to-know-tell-me tone. She halted again, reluctant to speak the name.
"Who?" he repeated. After a while, she told him. He wasn't exactly thrilled to hear the name.
"Kai," she whispered. He barely heard it, but it was heard all the same. She walked off, not as happily as she had come, but she tried to be.
There was one thought clouding his mind. 'How dare he?'
