Chapter view: LAAAAAAAAAAST CHAAAAAAPTER DOOOOOOOOONE!
LAST NOTE OF THE FIC: This is the first fiction that I have ever completed! I owe my completion to my reviewers! If it weren't for you guys, I wouldn't have successfully finished this!
Well, I'll start with the complicated summery. Basically, this is the end. LOL. DUUUH. I really, really love you guys for reviewing this! I DO I DO I REALLY DO! Anyway! This last chapter is actually the irony of all the chapters. Well, actually, it's the irony of the first and second chapter. If you wonder what the hell I'm talking about, please read this chapter! It made me depress because I know that this whole fiction is about my love life Except, there's no guy in my heart… at least I thought there was one particular person.
PS: it's long, too…
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UNREQUITED LOVE...
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I stared wide-eyed at the slightly shadowed figure.
He had an expression more likely as stunned as mine was.
My eyes glimmered with stupefaction, as his shimmered with utter surprise.
What did he do?
What has he done?
I looked at the boy with complete shock.
How was he able to proceed into my circle?
I made sure I placed obstacles in them.
But he's managed to get inside without even running through a single harsh impediment.
What is this?
Where and how did he get such power to diminish the obstacles like nothing into the palm of his hand?
How has self-esteemed Tyson capable of striding into my realm?
How did he do it?
Only those who are true to their feelings for me can only set foot in my heart…
And… and Tyson made it inside.
Something sparkled in my wide-struck eyes.
How did you get inside?
I thought you hated me…
I thought you didn't want me…
I grip my hands and try not to mourn.
But he asked me something.
Something I don't think I could answer.
Something that would take a while for the response to sink in.
"What…What did you do to me?"
What did I do to you?
What did I do to him?
FLASHBACK
The air was currently humid. The sky was currently dim, for the afternoon was slowly fading away. The atmosphere was hot, the air cool, the sky calm, the clouds wild… but not as savage as the combat in the midst of the location where they often practiced near the shore.
Hilary gazed eagerly at the two Beyblades striking at one another. It seemed to her that each barbarous smack at one another was so brutal, both Beyblades should have been torn in pieces by now.
But, no, the Beyblades untimely collided each other like ten crazy bullets speeding through the main target: each other.
She flinched and recoiled back many times at the sounds of the two Beyblades rasping against each other, the awful sound of either victory or defeat unable to reach her soul.
Was Tyson winning? Or the other opponent?
She couldn't tell. Each blow seem to create a gigantic haze of sandy dust to cover as a vortex around the two fighting devices, never allowing anything or anyone in their way.
It was true. The closer they got to Hilary's surrounding, the more her feet seem to slid backward, her shoes sinking into the sandy ground.
She muffled a cry when the hazy sandy barrier of the battle scrape the skin of the arms she used to shield her face.
If she was any closer, she was sure that it would slit a bloody bruise on the spot. Hilary cried and stepped back, where her other friends were safely rooted fifteen feet away from the fight.
"If we don't stop this battle, the whole place is gonna be destroyed!" Hilary shouted over the smacking sounds.
But Rei, Max, Kai, Kenny… they weren't doing anything. They just stood there, watching the battle, with the face of abandoned and the feeling of uselessness.
"We can't," Kai muttered. "When a battle goes one like, there's a hundred percent chance that Tyson will never listen to a word we tell him."
Massive wind blew towards them, hazy sand obscuring their sight a little bit. Hilary smothered a frustrated growl.
How could they! They leave Tyson in the worse condition ever! Just look at him!
Tyson was bruised, not bloody, though, but bruised badly enough to look like he was bleeding. He and his opponent—name unknown and was never told—stood both opposite side within the barrier. The barrier, a tornado-like vortex, appeared to grow larger and stronger as the collision of both Beyblades slapped each other with hatred.
Compared to both of them, Tyson seemed to be the only one struggling not to fall back in severe plummet. The opponent just stood there, as still as Max and Rei and Kai and Kenny were, a grin smeared on his shadowed face.
The white and black Beyblades continued to play, as well as the enemy's shadowed eyes glimmered within the its shadow. Hilary watched as Tyson gripped his hat steadily on his head, trying to step closer to the game.
This isn't a game, she thought frantically; this is a battle between life and death!
"Tyson!" she whispered with fear.
How discouraged he looked. How perplex he seemed, knowing that he might lose. He had used Dragoon many times, yet his opponent never evens convene his own beast to appear and attack.
"Don't lose!" Hilary yelled over the hurricane noise.
If Tyson had heard her, he seemed to put aside her encouragement. She yelled for him to keep it strong, yelled for him to keep his mind in focus. But he wasn't listening.
The enemy had drunken him with the will to keep on fighting, intoxicated him to ignore everything but to win. Even if it meant sacrificing his life. How had he done it?
How had the adversary been able to befuddle Tyson with the power of winning? Tyson seemed to give in, and he had. Even the others were boiled in doing nothing else but watch. As if they could do nothing but let Tyson decide for his death and life.
Hilary stumbled on her rear and was weighed down as the barrier passed her existence. She gasped and clutched her throat with both hands, suffocating.
There was no air inside the vortex, only three beings unable to escape, as the other enjoyed the view of destruction.
Someone yelled but she couldn't hear it. She thought it had been Max but the voice was like a mumble, three miles screaming away from her.
She fumbled and stood up, trying to get the strength to hope for the better. Tyson saw her, and looked at her with absolute startle. He motioned his right leg forward and looked at her.
"HILARY! GET OUT OF HERE!" he yelled.
She slowly brushed the hair slapping on her eyes and cheeks and balanced up. When she made a move to get out of the maelstrom, the opponent's eyes targeted at her.
Hilary froze when she met the sinister eyes with her terrified ones. She couldn't move. He had appeared to stun her, making her strength to escape impair. Hilary shut her eyes.
"I—I CAN'T!"
END OF FLASHBACK
I stood up to where I was, on the large boulder.
I looked at Tyson below me with a face lifeless and dull.
Do I dare cry?
Do I dare say something that I would soon know would gloom the rest of my entire life?
I stared at the boy who gazed back at me, eyes still startled.
I dared not speak his name yet, for I know I would shed tears unwillingly.
Do I dare say a word?
Do I dare say something—just the tiniest bit of utterance?
And hope for the best that he wouldn't take it like a foolish boy he ought not to be?
But that look…
Tyson, that look…
Why are you staring at me like that?
Why is your face in stupefaction…
…Your eyes as startled as mine?
Why is it that your look is making my heart pound like hammers?
As if I'm believing that you actually realized what I feel…
…When you really don't?
Tyson blinked and shook his head a bit.
I couldn't move mine.
I just… stared at him like a statue.
Like I've got nothing else to do.
But to wait… for the best.
But that question…
That strange startling interrogate you shot me.
That question smacked me like an arrow through my aching heart.
"What did you do to me?"
How it hurts to tell you the answer…
Yet…
How I would love to reply it, to answer it with all my heart.
But I'm scared that I might say something he doesn't want to hear.
I'm scared that he wouldn't accept my love.
That he'll discard my devotion like an obsolete trash.
That he'll break my heart…
FLASHBACK
The massive barrier had engulfed her. It was painful. But she was able to stand up.
Is this what Tyson has to go through with all his Beyblade battles?
Hilary trembled with fear as she locked gazed with the unknown enemy. What was he staring at her for? She wanted to run to Tyson, to go behind his side. But she couldn't. The indestructible aura kept her from moving.
"HILARY! GET OUTTA HERE! THIS IS NO PLACE FOR A GIRL LIKE YOU!"
For a moment there, Hilary's mind snapped. But she had to remember that Tyson was right. She tried 6o withstand the power that froze her muscles. She stifled a cry and fell forward.
"You foolish girl," a nasty voice cut through her epidemic pain within her head.
Hilary fell on her face and groaned. She tried as quickly as she could to sit up, locking yet another gape between the stranger she now knew as the enemy did. Tyson still screamed at her.
"HILARY! I SAID GET OUTTA HERE! DON'T YOU KNOW WHERE YOU'RE SITTING ON RIGHT NOW? ARE YOU TRYING TO DISTRACT ME OR SOMETHING? GET OUT AND LET ME WIN THIS FIGHT!"
Usually, Hilary would oppose to him. But she knew too well that now was the time where Tyson was right at everything. She knew nothing of Beyblading, so why bother barge through on without any knowledge?
"I—I TOLD YOU I CAN'T!" she yelled back, falling on her knees.
The lack of oxygen, the wound the tornado-like barrier was giving her… they were too much. Oh, how she wished she had never even dared reached Tyson when she never knew the cost would worth so much. She clutched her throat and tried to stand up.
"You shouldn't have stepped here," the nasty voice cut off her attempt to try and step towards Tyson. "Now, you'll die with your weakling friend."
Tyson growled at his opponent and glanced at Hilary. What the hell was she doing here! Doesn't she know he was in the middle of a fight?
"DON'T HURT HER, YOU NASTY BASTARD! SHE'S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS FIGHT, LET HER GO!"
The stranger far in front of him smiled.
"Why should I not?" he asked merely, his half-shadowed lips grinning. "Do you not care for her? Anyone else? But to win this game?"
Tyson growled.
"Look at your beast," the stranger remarked. "It's gaining its weakness from your anxiety of someone else. Leave her alone and pay attention to the fight."
He's right. Tyson grasped his fists. If I go and kick Hilary out of the fight, then I'll lose. I can't lose… if I do, someone might happen not to Dragoon… but me.
When he took another glimpse at the intruder, she was just staring at him, then at the two Beyblades fighting against each other. Probably a fight tills the end. This wasn't really the first beybattle Tyson had gone through, almost sacrificing himself and his power.
"Don't think of anything else, fool," the stranger continued. "You're making yourself weak. I'm already winning because of your foolish feebleness."
A voice came through his head.
Would you like to win? Would you like to defeat me once and for all so you can get back to relaxing, eating, and slacking off?
Tyson gazed motionless as the black Beyblade scraped Dragoon on the crest of its head. The white Beyblade toppled a bit, but it regained consciousness and spun wildly again.
Yes. I wanna win and get this thing over with.
Then, think of nothing else. Nothing else but me. But to win from me: the ultimate Beyblader of the Shadows. Focus on me… and…
Watch me win.
Tyson turned to glare at his rival, with anger and hatred. It was his voice alright, that bastard.
"Look, buddy," he snarled. "Nobody talks to me like I'm gonna lose some shit like this. I'm Tyson Granger, world's best Beyblader around."
Hilary frowned.
Don't suck it up, you stupid, she thought with frustrate.
END OF FLASHBACK
No.
I must.
I must say something.
I mustn't let silence take over me again and watch him leave me forever.
I mustn't keep my feeling hidden anymore, now that he is realizing it himself.
I clutched my heart with both hands and hung my head slowly, as it was hidden within the night's shadow.
"T—Tyson…"
Tyson must have been walking towards me, for I could hear the pebbles crunch and move.
But I hear the moving of the pebble stop.
As silence engulfed us both, I could hear his breathing…
Hear from afar.
But I could also hear my own heartbeat.
And I'm sure he could hear it, too.
There's no mistaking how loud it beat, louder than a jackhammer.
That was it then.
Silence.
Not one of us spoke after.
It seemed like a century when that silence came.
I was trembling, with cold and fear.
Fear of the inevitable.
Do I dare cry?
Why would I dare not, though?
But I don't want to keep this desiring tears inside of me.
It hurts.
I stammered suddenly and returned to sitting on the large boulder.
I don't know what to do.
I thought I did, but I'm clueless now.
I don't know what to do anymore…
When I looked at Tyson, he was still staring at me.
It made the beating of my heart pound crazily.
Like it would tear open my chest and jump out.
But he broke the utter stillness, thank goodness.
"Hilary? You… don't look yourself. Daijobu desu ka?"
I smile at him, to tell him that everything's alright.
But half of my smile told me I'm not.
That I want to tell him that I hurt.
I ache, and I feel pain right here…
…In my heart.
To my surprise… I shook my head, a smile still planted across my lips.
FLASHBACK
You want to win?
'Yes'
Are you sure about that?
'Yes.'
Then why doesn't it look like it? Why does it look like you're losing and I'm winning?
'…I don't know.'
Then forget about everything else and win it… or else, I will win it. You'll win it… won't you?
'No doubt I will.'
Then… why are you distracted?
Hilary reached to touch the side of her right temple with shaking fingers.
Who is making that sound? She thought skeptically.
She scanned her surrounding. There was nobody else but Tyson and Whoever in sight. And apparently, none of them seem to occupy the time to make chitchats against each other. Hilary brushed the hairs behind her ears and rubbed her throat.
It still hurt, and she could only inhale little air. But there was a voice… a voice that echoed all around her. A strange voice reverberating within the barrier.
'I'm not distracted.'
Yes you are.
'No, I'm not.'
Look at you. Look at yourself. Look at her.
To Hilary's surprise, she realized that the two voices were none but Tyson and his rival. She saw a glimpse of Tyson, turning to look at her then back to the corrival.
His eyes were blank, Hilary frowned.
She's in your way. She'll make you lose.
'I know…'
Then why not push her away and think of nothing else but win?
'I am.'
Are you sure? You don't seem like it.
Dragoon was quickly smacked down on the ground with a force of collision that could impact a tiny ocean wave to a tidal one. Tyson winced in pain.
Dragoon was near to giving up. But Tyson can't. He was too drown at the subtle voice that resonated all over his enclosing. He was too mesmerize to even realize that he was losing.
And Hilary could see it clearly. The look of exhaustion, wounded, and defeat was imprinted clearly as day in his eyes and face. His eyes gave no show of glimmer and he groaned as Dragoon sank in for more collisions.
What is Tyson doing! She thought frantically. Why is he letting himself lose?
"TYSOOON!" she screamed over the whirlwind's sound.
Tyson didn't move. He just gazed expressionlessly at whatever was in front of him.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" she kept on yelling. "KEEP YOUR MIND FOCUS ON DRAGOON, YOU DUMB BAKA!"
It was no use. Generally, Tyson would've spat at her back for calling him a stupid baka. Hilary growled with rage.
END OF FLASHBACK
"Genki-desu, arigatou," I answered lightly.
Every word I spoke seem to create a mark inside of me.
It told me that those utterance weren't what I wanted to say.
What I wanted to hear from myself….
What I wanted to be heard.
But what was the use?
I can't tell him what I want to say anyway…
What's the use of that?
Tyson frowned at me.
I could see it, since I'm staring right back at him.
He's almost in his normal self.
Half of him is still confused.
Half of him just wants to get it over with.
But what do I tell him?
"You asked me what I did to you… right?"
Tyson didn't answer for a while.
There was another moment of silence but quick enough when he nodded slowly.
I smiled at him and looked at my lap.
"The thing is," I began airily. "I don't know either…"
"Well, that makes sense…" I heard him mutter.
I chuckled and stood up to where I was, this time on the ground.
"But I think I know," I said, closing my eyes.
Maybe I do.
Actually, I think I really do know what I did to Tyson.
Is should've have been that obvious but I didn't even realized it myself.
I am stupid, she thought sadly to herself, I didn't even realized before.
The moonlight shone down on us.
It must be midnight or something because the full moon was right above us.
The glistening stars forming into million glowing dots, some huge some tiny.
But the beauty never helped me.
The beauty of night, which I wanted so much to engulfed.
The splendor nightfall I wanted so much to blend in.
But I'm not too good enough for it.
It shines elegance and beautifies the world with dimness and silver luminescence.
I'm not compared enough for it, for I am not beautiful.
I am not pretty nor ugly.
I'm somewhat neither one of them.
Whoever says I'm pretty and smart are wrong.
I may do my homework, I may listen in class, I may look perfect…
But I'm not perfect.
I opened my eyes and smiled at Tyson once again.
… I know now what to tell him.
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NOTE: HAHAHAHAA! Do you really think that this fiction would end at the twentieth chapter! When I said twenty-chapter fiction, I didn't really mean twenty-chapter fiction. The title didn't really talk about anything in this chapter but it WILL in the next and (HOPEFULLY) the last chapter. Sorry, everyone! THIS IS A CLIFFY! I'm not much on true romancey kind of fiction but I write fictions with similar kind of romance but a little different from what you want to think it to be.
2ND NOTE: REAL FINAL CHAPTER ON THE GO!
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HimitsuKokoro's Memoir:
Ok, this time, I've got nobody now. I've lost that last guy I thought was correct. It turned out that he was a player, chasing girls older than him. And you know what shocked me too? He's in this YFC group raises hands up and says "phrases to God" (Yes, I Love God!) I joined (people who are loyal to God) and I can't believe that he would join such thing and pursue women older than him.
I mean, sure he was HOT and NICE. I like guys with the looks and the attitude (Kind and generous) and I thought he was the right one, but he WASN'T. I'm now left alone and unwanted… only to fill my mind of unrequited memories.
Well, RR please.
