UNREQUITED LOVE...
TYSON
The wind was calming though my outside seemed so solemn.
My arms are crossed to shield myself from that damn cold but quiet wind.
But this coldness doesn't stand against me, The Tyson Kinomiya.
(Maybe I should stop putting too much pride on my Title--oh well.)
I've been in worse cold condition like this when I fought Tala years ago.
I've stood a chance in defeating him and I WILL stand a chance against this goddamn cold wind.
Besides, a sixteen-year-old boy ain't a sissy against a stupid dumb wind.
Or against a 'fight' you 'won' against a girl your age.
For a spring evening, this night sure feels like the middle of a winter solstice or something that's wintry shit.
I opened my shut closed eyes and stare at the river that looked like gold.
Maybe it worked a little.
My mind cleared up a bit of what happened three hours ago.
One hour after I had walked out of the dojo, Max and I encountered someone who wanted Kai.
Since I should care like I always do when some strangers wants to intrude a Bladebreakers, I don't.
I didn't care anymore.
I'm either upset or angry right now.
I don't have time to think about what happened to the stranger.
Or even why Kai disappeared unexpectedly...
Sigh
I should get tired of standing here for nearly three hours but somehow I can't budge.
I can't move.
It's like I should stay a bit longer in this riverside where I had found her sitting in a way where I stand right now.
This is also the same moment—a golden afternoon—where I had found her.
My red jacket and my black T-shirt are useless against the wind.
I'm still shivering like hell but I don't dare move a muscle.
For some reasons my mind is cleared from craps I don't like,
but my thoughts are still asking questions like a quick spinning beyblade.
I closed my eyes again and tried my best to shut my thoughts up.
But somehow I get this quick migraine that something inside me is trying to let me know something I don't know.
Chuckle quietly
I admit I'm rather slow at figuring things out.
But I don't really mind, don't even care.
I can just wait until it comes along my life and solves my problem away.
Yeah that might be a stupid and slow way to figure things out but I'll take it anyhows.
But, once damned again, this problem I need to be solved right away still isn't coming to me.
Like constantly, it gave me strange emotions that I always try to paid no heed of.
I'm still figuring out why the girl is so ticked off and out of this world now.
I'm still wondering why some stupid argument would be such a big commotion to her.
For me, it never meant anything.
Well, if you count those times she's called me a pig because I eat too much, a lazy ass because I try to avoid her training, a dumbass because I don't like to go through her way.
But what I tell her doesn't mean anything, but sometimes I'm really good at saying it so seriously that no one would even believe I faked it all.
Realizing how late it was, I decided to rest my tensed legs.
Looking around I spot the bridge to my right and thought to rest under it.
Before moving, I quickly stretched my arms and craned my neck.
God, how long have I been standing here?
It's like my legs had cramps for three weeks and my muscles absorbed too much milk that it hardened!
My head throbbed because I had kept my pace in front of me the whole time, thinking.
Each muscle that moved in my head, twinge in silent pain.
I blinked a few times, still craning my neck.
Soon after that, I began walking up toward that bridge and settled myself somewhere near the edge of the walls underneath.
It's colder here.
The fading evening light hardly compared the iciness of the bridge's shade underneath.
I shivered a bit and crossed my arms, bending one of my knee to conceal a few of the wind's hard hits.
I fixed my hat, tipping the rim of my hat, which was positioned behind me, lower so that it won't bother me from behind.
Damn this jeans, yellow shirt, red vest is so useless for nighttime!
Especially for spring or winter or fall.
Maybe even summer!
Growls in exasperation
But before long, I decided to take a little nap since I still don't feel like going back to the dojo.
It didn't take any longer than two minutes before I slept.
And I was dreaming, yet again...
Beyblades were fighting against each other. One was white and one was lilac and one was white. It figures that the white one was mine. I don't know about the lilac one but it sure doesn't look familiar. Usually, when I dream, I dream about Beyblades I've fought before. So that my memory of my victory stays inside me and will keep me happy. Anyways, I'm probably beybattling with some stranger in my dreams. So anyways again, it looked like I was about to by kicked by my ass because I could see Dragoon wobble a bit. With a yell of something, Dragoon started spinning again. I smile.
For some strange reason, I'm surrounded by blackness and all I can see is the two Beyblades jumping high and low at a ground or sky or something, I don't know. Everything looked so dark! Suddenly, the lilac beyblade is suddenly kicking ass and smacking my beyblade right on the top where Dragoon's picture was placed. With sudden anger, I made my move.
"Dragoon! Come OUT!"
With a screech, Dragoon slowly came out of the white beyblade, with shining bright flash of light first then Dragoon itself. I know all the time that every time Dragoon comes out, I would win. I know that Dragoon always gets stronger. Grinning suddenly at a darkness in front of me, I prepared for a battle.
"Dragoon!... Attack!... Go, Dragoon...!"—
"...Tyson...?"
I was cut off from my really good dream.
Suddenly, since I was back to reality, I started to shiver.
I guess it was too cold since it's nighttime, for who knows how long I've been sleeping here?
"Is it breakfast already?" I yawned.
I slowly opened my eyes.
God, how dark is it?
Because when I opened my eyes, it was almost as dark as where I was in my dream.
Something warm gently pressed onto my flexed knee.
It startled me and I flinched at how warm it is compared to the cold night.
I opened my eyes clearly to see who or what was in front of me.
I couldn't see anything because my eyes were either still blurry or it was too dark to see.
But I do know that it's a 'who' since I could see glints of an eye.
The eyes...
They looked familiar.
Like it's those eyes I never paid too much attention of...
"Wha...?"
"Tyson? Is that you?"
That voice...
It sounded so familiar.
Yet somehow I've forgotten it.
Without thinking, I stretched my arms and yawned again.
Suddenly, the voice came again.
Irritated this time.
"Tyson, it is you! What the hell are you doing here?"
I opened my eyes wide and moved forward, trying to clear my vision.
But when I halted to where I thought would be a good position to see whom it was, I knew I was way too close to the person.
I could that breathing like it was one inch away from my lips.
And—chuckle—it was.
I could feel that hot breaths of that person, that feminine but snappy voice.
I could also hear hearts thudding.
I couldn't tell if it was mine or that person but before I could see who that person is, I quickly flinch in deep startle.
Again, the whole world began to alter.
Only this time, my heart began to thud.
Every beat told me that I should move back.
But half of those beats took hold of that warm but hot breaths that softly blew towards me.
But then, the other other half told me that I should do something further than what I'm doing now.
What the hell was I going to do?
I know for SURE that this is NOT the Tyson I know because I'm getting thoughts...
Thoughts of—of...
YEECH!
I shook my head and leaned back against the wall.
I stare at the girl, my arms now crossed.
It was her.
I should've know by that voice of hers, although I haven't heard it for a while.
It was her.
Hilary.
HILARY
It really is Tyson who is sleeping under this bridge.
But what was he doing here?
Why isn't he sleeping in his dojo after their everyday long training?
Come to think of it, DID he even trained today?
My hand still rested on his bent up knee.
I had gotten irritated and let the old Hilary come out of me,
making him startle...
And..
He had suddenly moved so close that I hardly even blinked before I realized that he was one inch away from my face...
Enough to make me breath hard.
...
Enough to make my heart thud like hell.
...
Enough to make it easier for me to just move one more inch closer to him and kiss him...
... hmm...
But of course I wouldn't do that.
No.
Of course not.
Because, since he was so that close, I couldn't seem to move.
I couldn't make my muscle move away from him.
I was too scared that if I don't kiss him, I might not ever get my chance.
If I don't touch those lips of his, I'd go ballistic and start weeping.
But, would I want to kiss him?
Chuckle
I could tell he felt the same because as soon as he found out how close we were from each other, he quickly leaned against the stony wall and crossed his arms.
He stared at me.
I stare back at him.
What IS he doing HERE?
Suddenly finding a newly strength to moved back, I remove my hand from his knee and placed it on my lap, my knees kneeling down.
"Tyson, what are you doing here?"
Tyson puffed and closed his eyes.
"Would YOU like to know?" he asked sarcastically.
The same Tyson I always fight with.
Same, sarcastic, dumb baka I try not to like.
I try not to let that old Hilary come out again so, instead, I sigh really heavily.
The wind came in again and we both shiver.
God I hate spring nights, autumn nights, winter nights, even summer nights!
They're both damn COLD.
I hugged my arms and tried not to cry out and wished I had brought my jacket with me.
But I still looked at Tyson.
"Hai," I told him. "I'd like to know... very much."
It seemed to startle him again.
The way I talk, so politely.
Laughs
I'm new now.
Changed, too.
And to change back to the old me will take more than just a begging and pleading.
I turn to look at Tyson.
"Well?"
He just looked at me.
Like, 'What the hell are you talking about?' look.
"TYSON, why are you here?"
The old me almost got out.
Tyson hesitated to answer and closed his eyes again.
"Sleeping."
And so he says...
I frowned but I showed composure.
"Can I take a seat beside you?"
Now that would be something I will never ask too much.
"Whatever, sure," he answered.
I smile and took a seat beside him.
Not too close though because that would be the key to getting the old me out.
And I hope I would never in a million years be close to Tyson.
I took a seat where the edge of the wall was, so that I was half sitting in the shadows and in the moonlight.
I looked at the star crammed night sky and gazed at the full moon in front of me.
God, what a beautiful view.
And I'm sitting beside him looking at it, too.
Smiles
Sometimes I wish, Tyson would be at least faster at figuring things out.
Sometimes I wish he wouldn't be so stubborn like always and rude to me too much.
Sometimes I wish he'd figure it out sooner that these mixed feelings I'm getting are becoming one.
And the only answer is that I have never hated him.
I have only liked him.
Liked him very much.
I still don't know why but I guess it's how he sacrifices his life into beyblading, especially beybattles with a worthy opponent just to save your life.
But what scares me is what would happened if we DO get close.
I might intrude in his beyblading career and he'll get pissed off at me.
And I'll just ruin the Bladebreakers' fame because I've introduced them to 'Love'.
Not the 'Love' they have for their beyblade, for their bit-beasts.
But 'Love'.
'LOVE'.
For a girl or for a boy (if you're a girl, that is).
I hope Tyson would never fall head over heels for anyone.
Even me...
Yes, I admit I like Tyson beyond 'Like'.
But I would really care about his career as a beyblader if that's what he wants.
I wouldn't let some goddamn emotions go through his heart and make him soft and mushy and make him lose to beyblading.
No.
I want Tyson to win it.
I really do want him to achieve that whatever goal he wants it to be.
I suddenly blush at the thought of Tyson really DO falling head over heels for me.
Chuckles
No, that will never happen.
Tyson hates me.
And that should be good.
But then...
it would hurt me.
It would hurt him if he ever loves me.
But...
It would hurt me to have him ever not love me.
It's so confusing.
I know Tyson hates me.
That's why I try to show cruelty to him.
So he won't notice that I have deep feelings for him.
And I hate it.
Being able to yell at him like that.
But sometimes, it feels good.
To let out my anger and pain.
To let out that wants to be out of me.
But one thing for sure though...
I will never let 'Hate' get in the way.
In the way of Tyson and beyblading...
And in the way between Tyson and me even right now...
