My Aspiration

Author's Note: Whew, right, here we go, right to business. Wellz, I'm off, to make my second chappie! Thank you, I am ever so grateful, yes, and-you guys, I miss you too :) The first chappie was short, because I wanted to put this up so quickly, so if it looked like it got cut off at an inconvenient spot, sorry. This one should be more like that usual chapters that I do. Oh, and The Unthinkable will be on a 'little' hold until I can think properly...Or if I think the chapter is good enough to be posted.

Disclaimer: I, Candide Avedo do not own anything that has to do with Beyblade.

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At Tyson's Wedding

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"The blue, or the saffron coloured one? God, why is this so hard?"

Kai found himself muttering, unable to choose between the two colours. He had been in the dark for quite a while on what to give the couple; Until he had heard news from Max that Tyson and Hilary bought a new house, just a few minutes away from his grandfathers'. So then came the idea of giving them a sofa. Not just any sofa, however. It was in a heavy thick suede kind of fabric, which also came with matching throw pillows.

"Would you like some help, sir?" a man with a formal suit approached him, wearing a jovial smile.

Kai shrugged, hoping that the man wouldn't begin to rant on about the new sale in the store.

"Well, alright then, is this a gift for someone, by any chance?" the salesman swiftly gave him a look up and down, as though he knew a young man like him couldn't afford one.

"Yes, a wedding present, and I don't know which colour to pick."

"Okay, well, firstly, I don't think the blue or the saffron would do at all, no, no, no, not at all." the man earnestly shook his head, making his short ponytail at the base of his neck swing wildly. He then stood beside Kai, studying the particular piece of furniture.

Kai rolled his eyes.

"So what colour do you think will be good then?" asked Kai, wondering if he could have just asked Ray to pick Tyson's present instead, and pay him later. Salesmen could get quite critical, and they have the annoying habit of trying to shove their merchandise at your faces.

"Well, sir, if this is a wedding present as you said, I suggest the formica burgundy one. I think it gives it a more erotic feel, don't you agree?" he grinned, nudging Kai by the shoulder, as to hopefully receive an enthusiastic approval.

"Yeah, sure, okay, whatever, I guess I'll take the burgundy sofa then." Then, after taking a step back from the man, Kai took out his wallet, and pulled out his credit card.

"Okay, then, why don't you follow me, sir, and we can pay off?"

-

'So that's it. It's finished, I got the present, it's been delivered and wrapped in plastic at Tyson and Hilarys' new home. Now all I need is to get ready.'

Kai opened his wardrobe, whipping through his clothes, until he found the black tux that he had bought just a few weeks ago, on the same day he bought the sofa. He had been counting down the days to the event, and Kai just had to admit something to himself. He was just a little bit anxious. It's like he knew something was upon him, but he couldn't point a finger to it. Of course, there were no doubts about the wedding. Kai just felt something nagging at his brain.

Or, perhaps he could be going paranoid, for having nothing to do was just boring him out of his mind.

Everyday, it was the same routine. Wake up, work out, take a shower, and then get something to eat. After that, he would go around town, searching for some new form of entertainment. Entertainment, meaning that he did go to a couple of unmentionable bars, (snuck in, of course) all because of curiosity. Really, he couldn't see what the fun was in watching half-dressed women dancing on poles accompanied by music. Kai couldn't understand what the purpose was for getting drunk, sticking in small rolls of money in g-strings, and hollering.

Maybe that was why he was still a bachelor.

He was approached by quite a number of women when he visited one of the more popular bars, but he all turned them down. Kai knew that they were all nothing but one-night stands, and there was no point in actually talking to them. Still, no matter how many times he turned them down, it didn't faze the other girls who thought they were faring better. Their pitiful attempts at flirting left him disgusted.

Was that normal? He, Kai Hiwatari, a man that-Ray once said-every woman would literally die for, yet he wasn't really interested.

Straightening his tux, Kai stared at himself at the mirror once more, making sure that he was properly presentable. Then, running a hand through his unruly two-tone hair, he left his room, closing it carefully shut behind him.

"Master Kai, your grandfather wishes to speak with you."

Kai turned to see the butler, who quickly bowed and carried on down the hall.

Great, what did the old man want now? He stopped right in front of the study, and pressed his ear towards the door to see if the man was busy. Hearing nothing, he gently prised the door open, and stepped inside.

His eyes spotted his grandfather, staring out at the large bay window, nodding occasionally.

"I understand, yes, I'm glad for your son, that sounds like a wonderful idea." Hiwatari paused, nodding once more and sat back down his chair. Kai cleared his throat, and he looked up, using his finger to usher Kai closer. "Oh, good, so you plan on giving-Twenty percent? That's too generous, Ryusaki, I can't accept such a fine offer for man who's been beside me for so many years."

Kai looked at his grandfather closely. Sure looked like he didn't mean it when he said he didn't want the money. Grandfather would have to be drunk and insane to do that.

"Yes, yes, alright, but if you insist. Alright, don't forget to tell your son that I congratulate him for the wonderful news." Hiwatari smiled at the phone, and returned it to it's place on his desk. The smile on his face was erased immediately as he laid his eyes on his grandson.

"Kai. Good, you're here." He flipped through some papers that were neatly in a pile, and studied Kai once more. "Well, where are you going?"

"I'm just heading over to a friend's wedding." replied Kai, emphasizing on the word. Hiwatari nodded once.

"Fine, you may go."

Kai was about to mention to the man that he'd go even if he wasn't going to let him, when his grandfather spoke again.

"You know, Kai, I was just talking to my good friend Eizan Ryusaki, and he just mentioned that his own grandson was getting married. Imagine that, eh?" he raised an eyebrow, and glanced at Kai, who remained silent. "I haven't seen the boy in a while, but the last time I saw him, I could have sworn he looked like a squirrel. Now look at him, he's getting married to some rich girl."

"Your point?" asked Kai, huffily.

"Nothing, nothing at all, you may go." said Hiwatari, shooing Kai away with his hand.

Knowing his grandfather had some underlying meaning to those last words, Kai couldn't care less. if Hiwatari was concerned about Kai's future, it would most likely involve him doing his grandfather's dirty bidding. Nothing good can really come out of being related to a man like that.

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It was a clear night, where the stars were clearly seen. The wedding was to start at around eight, and the reception is going to be at about nine-thirty, at a hotel. Quite a lot of people were to show up, for of course, the "Great" Tyson of the Bladebreakers was to get married. So, naturally, the All-starz, The Majestics, White Tigers, Saint Shields, Team Psykick, and yes, even the Demolition Boys were invited. All were invited, if, they promised to behave themselves.

Kai arrived just in time to see at least the Demolition Boys at the farthest seats from the front; The Majestics, the All-Starz and White Tigers chose the seats farthest away from them, which were at the very front. The Saint Shields and Team Psykick couldn't care less, and were quite capable of entertaining themselves. Though they were all divided and avoiding each other, as Kai observed bemusedly, they were all quite presentable, and evidently took some time to prepare for the event.

"Tch. How long are they going to be like this?" groaned Mariah, as Kai took his seat next to Ray.

"I don't really know, but I'm thinking this is a mistake." mumbled Ray, giving a glance to the back.

"Blame it on Hilary, it was all her idea." answered Kenny, sitting in the far corner. Grandpa was snoring lightly beside him, with Tyson's father just to the opposite.

Max nodded. "Yup, I'm thinking she's exercising her 'special' rights right about now."

"She doesn't need to exercise her 'special' rights, she can control him with just her voice." replied Kenny.

"Who doesn't need to use her voice?"

Tyson plopped himself on the bench beside Max, and tugging on his tux collar.

"Uh, hey, Tyson, ready for it?" asked Ray, grinning. "You know, your life will never be the same once you've gotten past day one."

Mariah smirked. "Yeah, it's much more hectic, that's for sure." she patted her belly, which was protruding quite a bit. "That's why it's a good thing to have someone like Ray around."

"So how are you doing?" asked Tyson, peering at her stomach eagerly.

"If he or she could talk, he or she would probably tell you to get out of his or her face."

King smirked at his joke, ignoring the stares that The Saint Shields was giving him.

"King, I'm glad you could come." smiled Tyson, shaking King's hand. The blond just grinned, and ran a hand through his hair, before greeting the others all in turn. King's image has yet to change, but like the others, his appearance hadn't changed much from before. You couldn't miss the slight change in his built, how his body filled his suit quite snugly, right down to a T.

"Heh, you shouldn't be surprised, Tyson, you know my sister wouldn't miss this for the world." King replied, finally letting go of Max's hand. He then felt a pair of eyes boring into his head, drawing him to them. His eyes grew wide, his mouth sagged quite a bit, but he quickly managed to regain his composure, before shaking his head, and extending his hand as well.

"Kai, you fooled me there. My, have you changed."

Kai could feel King's hand hold him in a firm grip, and he returned it, with equal pressure.

"Same to you, King, I thought I'd never see you again."

"We were thinking of the exact same thing." said King, taking a seat, his lips set in a tight straight line.

-

'Beautiful flowers. Too beautiful.'

"They're beautiful, aren't they?"

Queen smiled, stretching her hands out to the woman beside her, the one she'd happily called friend, and leaving the bouquet of twenty white roses that was laid on the table, held together with silk ribbons.

"They're not as beautiful as the bride, Hilary." said Queen, holding her at arms' length, and looking at her admiringly.

"Well, Queen, I don't really know about being compared to flowers, but if you say so." Hilary stared at herself in the mirror, carefully re-adjusting her silk gloves. Around her, more people bustled as they made the last minute arrangements.

"No, I'm serious, just look at yourself."

Queen wasn't lying. Hilary was wearing a white, strapless chiffon gown, held together with a laced corset that tied at the back. The gown part itself was simple, flowing from her hips, gracefully fanning out about her waist, stopping just above the ground. Her train wasn't made to be too long, for her veil exceeded it in length. For her hair, which had grown quite long over the years was held up into a french knot with a silk tie that disappeared in the hairstyle once it was finished. Wisps of leftover hair hung lightly from her neck, where a diamond necklace was placed.

"Queen, I just-I can't imagine it being like this, you know?" said Hilary, still staring at the mirror. "It's funny, cause I'd never have imagined that it was Tyson who I was going to be with."

"You're here, Hilary, and that's all that matters." Queen handed Hilary the bouquet.

"I know. Sometimes, I find myself looking back at where we came from, you know, from the good old days, and if you were to say at that time that he was the man I was going to marry, you'd bet that I could hit you on the spot for it." Hilary sighed, turning back to Queen with teary eyes.

Queen felt uneasiness settle. She wasn't very good when it came to emotional moments.

"Listen, Hilary, it's okay, you've been waiting for this moment, you don't need to cry."

Hilary sniffed. "Y-you're right. I-I just couldn't believe it, Queen. I knew I loved him when he proposed, but now, it's like nothing else matters. It doesn't matter whether I lose my job, or if I die tomorrow, as long as I'm with him. The way he makes me feel...Heh, Imagine that, I must sound pathetic." her face was flushed, looking down at her toes.

"Look, Hilary, I don't know what you're feeling right now, but it's almost time." said Queen, rubbing her back for comfort. She took one last tug on Hilary's veil, and gave a tug on her own dress. The one she was forced to wear for the occassion.

"Thanks, Queen." Hilary slipped on her shoes, and with the help of her Maid of Honour, they began to make their way, followed by the many bridesmaids and little ring bearer and flower girl that was Tyson's neighbour's grandchildren.

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The sound of wedding bells rang, echoing in the cathedral. It was quite lovely, decorated with small bunches of roses here and there. White carpet lead from the entrance to the altar, sprinkled with baby pink rose petals. Everyone who was invited were in their positions, and as the organ struck it's first familiar tune, all fell silent, quietly anticipating.

Kai stared dully into space, waiting for the whole 'wedding' thing to end. He couldn't quite understand what all the fuss was about; All that he could was that it involved a lot of crying, and plenty of wasted tissues. One, by one, he lazily watched the bridesmaids go down the aisle, while Tyson kept tugging at his tux, and glancing at the cathedral entrance.

Then, everyone held their breath, as Hilary began her walk to the altar, hidden slightly by a soft veil just hanging above her face. She managed to keep her composure, but no one could miss the definite tremble of her shoulders, and the twitch at the corners of her mouth.

The whole ceremony took so long-or so Kai thought-that he found himself staring at everyone blankly in turn. His eyes found themselves resting on a dress of light, cotton candy blue, of a silky, sateen fabric. The dress came up to the woman's feet exactly, slightly covering the white tall-heeled shoes. Kai stared absent-mindedly, roving his eyes higher, letting them travel up the curves of her hips, her waist, and until her chest. The dress, he noted, was plain and strapless. The only other thing he could find was a small quartz necklace, just playing about her neckline.

Kai shook his head.

He must be that bored to have stared at someone that long and not even realize that he was doing it. Stifling a yawn, he moved his eyes up to get a glimpse of the woman's face.

Black hair, tied in a small bun at the base of her neck, and-dark eyes.

Dark eyes that managed to plague his very thoughts.

He felt a jolt, then a warm sensation washing over him as he realized who the she was. Then, as if drawn to his gaze, her attention swiveled from the bride and groom, to him. Her eyes widened in surprise at first, then ever so slowly narrowed, as though communicating with them.

"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Kai could only catch snatches of the priest's words.

"I do."

Queen looked away, returning her gaze to the couple, who were now finishing their vows.

"I hereby announce you, man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Kai returned his attention back again.

Tyson and Hilary smiled. Then Tyson carefully lifted the veil off of Hilary's face, and entwined his fingers with hers. He dipped his head down, and tenderly caught her lips in his. Hilary closed her eyes and smiled into the kiss, complying as well, pressing herself lightly against him.

"Who hooo, yeah, a score for Tyson!" a voice shouted amid all the clapping, and cheering.

"Shut up, Joseph!" snapped Miriam, grabbing the back of her brother's suit and roughly pulling him back down his chair.

-

"Cheers for the bride and groom!"

More applause greeted the couple as they entered the hotel ballroom that the reception was being held at. The same hotel, in fact, that the group had been to over three years ago. Everything in there too, was well-decorated, and to one side of the room was where the food and refreshments were located, while in the center of the sea of tables, was the dance floor.

Obviously there was to be a lot of dancing later on, but for now, it was to be focussed on eating, celebrating, and mingling.

Quite the three things that didn't appeal too much to Kai's forte. But, thankfully, he wasn't expected to do much, except sit and wait for people that just happened to be passing by. Ray, Max, Kenny, and himself could not really sit with the bride and groom, because, well, the other seats that were there at the table with them were only for family, or relatives.

Well, just because you weren't able to sit with them didn't mean that you couldn't sit near them. So, Kai ended up sitting with Ray, Mariah, Max, Kenny, King, and Queen. All in all, a quiet dinner. Actually, it was not entirely quiet, for the people 'passing' by brought plenty of entertainment enough, and the tension between the residents of the table was avoided.

"So, yes, congratulations, Tyson, Hilary, we're very happy for you both, and we wish you-" Jim from Team Psykick stopped, and turned to his fellow companions for support. "Hey, guys, what do we wish them?"

"What he means to say, is that we wish you are well enough soon to come and have a Beyblade match with us." finished Goki, smiling, and holding out his hand for Tyson to shake.

"No, Goki, we wish them all the best in the future." corrected Kane, while Salima nodded earnestly.

"Uh, thanks, you guys, I will try." said Tyson, wincing as Goki gave a last squeeze to his hand and then finally let go. Hilary waved them goodbye, as Tyson tried to nurse his hand.

"Hey, Tyson, great party, but I really think that having real beer is really so much bet-" Joseph from the Saint Shields was cut off by his sister, who glared at him threateningly. He smiled weakly.

"I really think having real beer is really so much worse than light liquor, yes, I really do. Rocking party, Tyson."

"We're so happy for you two, but don't think that you're off the hook for a re-match!" Ozuma said, moving away so Dunga could offer some of his own words, but all he did was hold out his hand for Tyson to shake.

Tyson wearily stared at the large hand in front of him, and shook it, feeling his hand once more suffocate, and was glad to see them go. Finally, he could get a taste of the butter tart that he was dying to taste all day.

Or, perhaps not, because, staring at the table with a happy smile was Lee, followed closely by Kevin and Gary.

"Say, congrats, Tyson, and Hilary; Don't know why I'm congratulating you two, since I know Tyson will prove to be a very difficult man to handle-"

"Hey, take that back!" said Tyson, getting up from his seat, while Hilary smiled in agreement.

"Just kidding, Tyson, I hope you two will find plenty of happiness." Lee shook Tyson's and Hilary's hands, before waving goodbye, with Gary and Kevin still on his tail.

"Well, I'm glad the barbaric-looking guests are gone."

The whole table looked to the left to see the Majestics, all dressed in matching black suits and ties.

"My sincerest congratulations, Tyson, and Tyson's wife." Robert inclined his head.

"Yeah, if you ever need a 'manage e twois'..." grinned Enrique, and sending Tyson and Hilary a wink.

Tyson looked mortified.

"No, Enrique, it's menage a trois. If you ever need a menage a trois..." corrected Oliver, holding out three fingers as a sign of three. Then he turned purple.

"Uh, thanks for the offer, Enrique, but I don't think we'll need uh, a, third wheel, kay?" smiled Hilary, trying to look unfazed.

Enrique laughed. "I was just fooling around, jeez, you guys still take it seriously!"

"Well, Enrique, people your age don't fool around like that." said Johnny, his nose in the air. "Best wishes to you, Tyson, and Hilary, and good luck in the future."

"Uh, thanks, I think." said Tyson, still holding on to the butter tart. The four disappeared into the crowd.

"Yo, Tyson, Hilary! Congrats!" called Eddy, sauntering over with Steve, who held a Nanaimo bar in his hand. "We left out gift right by the cake, just to let you know."

"Thanks, you guys, we appreciate you for coming." said Hilary, trying to recall who they were, for she didn't really know much about them. Tyson was the one who insisted that they come.

"No, thank you, and since we haven't really met. I'm Emily." Emily said, pointing to herself. "That's Eddy, Steve, oh, and Michael."

"The famous Michael, Emily." said Michael, who, like Tyson was tugging on his suit. "Looking good, Tyson, hope you treat her well." he gave a wink.

"Wh-what's that supposed to mean!" called Tyson, to their retreating backs. "Everyone always says that, what am I doing wrong?"

"Haven't forgotten about us, now, have you?" Tala said, making Tyson jump in surprise.

"Tala, hey, I didn't know you were actually going to-Ah, Never mind, it's er, good to see you guys again." Tyson gave weary looks to Tala, Spencer, Brian, and Ian, who all remained looking sessile and dormant.

"We weren't going to show up, but we had to admit, we were all curious as to what happens in a wedding." replied Ian, looking around at the decorations in the ballroom.

"Yes, weddings are all quite-how do you say it-cheery, and-joyful." added Brian, after finding the right words.

"An interesting experience, and it is only customary to come up and congratulate you just as the others have done." said Tala, shaking Tyson's hand.

"Uh, thanks?" said Tyson blankly, as the four left, without another word.

"You know, you have way too many friends, Tyson." said Hilary, a few moments later.

"They're not really exactly what you call friends, more like-acquaintances." answered Tyson, remembering his butter tart, and licking his lips. "Besides, I can't just not invite them to my wedding. They helped me a lot, you know."

"Good of me to know, then. If you happen to be malfunctioning, I can ask them if there's a cure for it."

"Heh, you think you're so clever."

-

Kai avoided eye contact with King and Queen all through dinner, which was proven to be very challenging. So, he just focussed on trying to make conversation with Ray, Max, and Kenny all night, but it was quite difficult, since Mariah had her maternal mood swings which caused her to threaten Ray quite a number of times. Thus, the difficulties of getting married.

"I'm going to just go for that walk, okay, King?" Queen rose up from her seat, and dropped her purse on her chair.

"Wait, I think I'm going to come with, okay?" King got up as well. "Say, we'll just be back, we're just going to check out the place."

"Okay, just don't forget to come back soon, or you'll miss the cutting of the cake!" called out Mariah to their retreating backs.

"Kai?"

"Huh?" Kai turned around to see Max peering curiously at him, looking concerned. "Did you say something, Max?"

"You just look a little distracted there, Kai." Max grinned, patting him on the back. "Are you going to tell me, or what?"

"What makes you think I've got something on my mind?" asked Kai, nonplussed.

"You don't belive me, do you? As far as I'm concerned, you're distracted, Kai." Max wagged a finger at him. "I think you should tell, because maybe we've got a good answer to it."

"Nah, thanks for the offer, Max, but I think I'll just go and take a walk instead."

-

"King, this was a mistake."

"No, it's not, believe me, I know how much you wanted to come, but I know you didn't count on certain attendances."

Queen scowled at him, as she leaned against the wall just at the outside of the building. They were right by the japanese garden, overlooking some decorative bushes illuminated with white christmas lights.

"Don't do that to your face, it looks like a prune."

"How can I not, dresses are something I wish I wouldn't see again, these heels are giving me blisters, and I don't know how long I can stand on these. It's tough being a woman." Queen added as an after thought.

"I can imagine." King glanced at the sky, and tugged on a stubborn piece of hair that covered his eye sight. "One look at a pantyhose, and I can't help but shudder. Those things leave no room at all for breathing whatsoever."

"Haha, King, funny."

King flashed something of a grin. "I try. Say, are you going in now? They must be cutting the cake soon."

"You go on in, I'm just going to stay out here for a while. I don't want to have to be uptight all night."

"Suit yourself." King left quietly, only to be swallowed by the noisy crowd that was partying inside.

'Is it so hard to believe that I saw you again?' Queen sighed, dropping her arms heavily beside her. 'Three years. It's been that long. Why didn't you keep your promise? Why did you have to show yourself to me now?'

"Damn it." she mumbled, punching the wall behind her, and gasping as her bones connected with hard rock.

It didn't matter. Queen just couldn't believe that she had forgotten about Kai, and that surely, he would be invited, since he and Tyson were such close friends. She almost managed to supress any sort of memory she had of him, and to see him once again was like opening a healing wound. Very unpleasant. King hadn't said much, except for his usual statement of- "I know he didn't mean it, Queen. They have done all they can to help, we've imposed on them enough." Queen did try to forget, but no matter what, it was an impossible task. Not only that, she was afraid.

Perhaps she wanted to see Kai again? Ridiculous, why would she want to? The boy-man lied, and she told herself over, and over again that he wasn't the man she thought he was. So why did it hurt to look at him earlier?

Queen bit her lip until she tasted blood.

Good. At least she could have some distraction from the 'anger-inducing' thoughts in her head.

It was all just a memory from the past, nothing more.

-

Kai dodged a couple who were dancing nearby, hoping to get some solitude from the music and conversation. He headed for the double doors which led to the garden, and quietly closed the door shut behind him.

The air was chilly, but Kai couldn't care less. His mind was cloudy, and he needed a place to sort things out. He began to walk for a bit, heading for a fountain just a few yards away.

A muffled voice made him alert, and he turned around to see who it was.

The person felt his presence and spotted him, not too far away.

"Kai?" Queen whispered.

-

C.A.: Okay,...Now it's time for...Explanations... Sorry if this was boredom city. I finally have a story line, and this will actually deal more with character conflict, and relationships than the last one. ( Story ) I also had to break this into two chapters, because it would be too long if I placed it in now. Don't worry, it should be up very soon. Now, I chose Kenny to be the Best Man for Tyson because one, he was the first other character I saw besides his grandfather. Next, I chose Queen to be Hilary's Maid of Honour, because...well, I'm sure you know why. Now, don't know if you ever look my bio, but sometimes I'd put in whenever I could update...Takes a long time for me to get to it, mostly because my grades need to escalate...

But, yes, please, reviews, it reminds me of why I'm doing this, and it always makes authors happy, you know that, right? So, any questions, comments?