Breaking a Promise

Chapter 4

Kohari: Ya know what? I think I should've updated earlier. I know you're thinking, 'NO DUH!' Well, that's just mean. It seems I've been getting more reviews than ever now that I've added on. No, Kento will not be in this story anymore. He was just the explanation as to why-

Kai: Would you get to the story already?! I wanna see if I kick Tyson's (beep!).

Kohari: That was so not nice.

Kai: Who gives a (beep!)?!

Kohari: Whatever. I own Beyblade.

Kai: No...you do NOT thank God!

Kohari: Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?

Kai: -sighs- Just start the fic, already.

That evening was a total drag. For once, he wasn't able to eat. All he could do was play around with the peas and carrots (not meant to be perverted, naughty people!). It seemed that only he remembered what had happened between him and Kai that morning, the latter of which was not present at the present (I thought that sounded cool). Tyson could hear all the laughter behind him as Ray and Max began playing Slap Jack with Kenny. Heck, Hilary had even come over, but he didn't say anything to her. Grandpa was out somewhere, who knew where, doing who knows what (again, not perverted). All Tyson could do was sit in the corner and watch the game from afar. It was a little hilarious when someone tossed down a jack and four hands raced for it. The smack of the four colliding could be heard from a mile away, followed by "OWW!" and laughter. There was more than one time where Ray had scattered the cards with his slap-and-slide touch.

Finally, Tyson couldn't take it anymore. "I'm going for a walk!" he announced, though no one acknowledged he had even said anything. They hardly ever did anymore. It seemed like they were all...drifting apart...

Tyson slammed the dojo door behind him, ignoring the shouts telling him not to (slam it). He strolled down to his favorite place to think - the park. Yeah, the place with all the memories. It got him to thinking. They had all advanced so far, in so short a time. They were World Champs, they had achieved their dream of becoming the best. The weekly beybattles with Andrew seemed so long ago. Come to think of it, hadn't they drifted apart, too? All of his once friends? All those that had cheered for him in that first tournament against Kai? And what had happened to the BladeSharks since then?

He sighed as he reached the bridge and leaned over the rails. A side glance told him he wasn't alone. A silhouette darkened the road, and he knew just who it was, too.

"Hey, Kai!" he called out, and the figure looked over at him, then returned his eyes to the graceful water. Tyson, frustrated and angry from before, again made the childish display of stomping over to the leader. He grabbed Kai's shoulders, turned him around, and punched him as hard as he could.

Kai was now facing away from Tyson; he hadn't moved. He used his hand to clear the blood away from his lip and counter-attacked. He was officially royally (beep!) now. What made Tyson think he could just walk up and start a fight for no reason? Was he still mad about Hilary? Did he even know? Well, whatever the reason, he would not win this war.

Tyson and Kai matched each other blow for blow. They were rolling in the dirt, acting like school-kids from the 1920's when a bully said another kid was a sissy. Kai was beginning to regret the hard training he had given Tyson. They were even. They forced each other down the hill, to a standstill under the supports of the bridge. Kai won here the first time and he was sure as (beep!) going to win again. They continued their little rumble until Kai forced Tyson against the concrete that lined the hill.

"I don't know what your problem is," Kai told him, "but you need to (beep!) off! Don't you get it? You can't win!" And with this he tossed Tyson onto the ground to lick his wounds like a beaten dog, which, in a way, he was.

"What makes you think you can ever come close to matching me in hand-to-hand combat?!" Kai practically shouted at the boy. "Stick with what you're good at - the dish." He began to stalk off.

"What makes you think you can take Hilary away from me?!" Tyson screamed back. Kai, genuinely surprised, turned around.

"What?"

"I didn't even get a chance at her!" Tyson yelled. Luckily there were no houses around whose inhabitants could hear him. This made Kai think a little.

"You had plenty of opportunities," he finally reasoned quietly, barely audible to Tyson's ears. "You were the cause of most of her troubles anyway." He left without another word.

Tyson's self-esteem was crushed. Kai had taken everything from him. His pride, his happiness, his freedom (this is how he saw it)...even his girl. But then, he was right. He HAD had plenty of opportunities at her.

"But I didn't realize until too late what I felt for her," Tyson whispered pathetically, almost complaining, though Kai was no longer within sight or earshot.

Kai went straight to the mansion. Directly to his room, without so much as a "Get back to work!" or a "Hey" to his butler, who inquired as to why his master was mud-splattered, bloody, bruised, and cut. He shut the door and locked it, the butler taking the hint and leaving Kai to his own company. Now he could think what he wanted without the opinions of others clouding it.

"You were the cause of her troubles," Kai said to himself about Tyson. "You always got on her case, and no matter what she did, it wasn't good enough. It was her idea that helped us master the G-cord (did I get that right?). And it was her that cheered us on no matter how bad the situation looked. You had plenty of chances to win her over, and you let them slip by. I, however. At Battle Tower, who was the one who saved her from the avalanche of rocks? I was. Who grabbed her hand at the last second as she fell from the "cliff," blinded by Dr. K's light? I did. You see, Tyson, I was there for her. You were not." And he fell to sleep.