UNREQUITED LOVE...
- Flashback -
"JERK, FOOL, BAKA, IDIOT, ASS! BAKA—YOU DUMBASS, LISTEN TO ME!"
After screeches and bellows of profanities, Hilary's throat gave in. She was tired and wearied. Her throat was near to its gorge and she would run out of air any minute.
Outside, she knew her friends were watching. She knew it, but couldn't see it. The barrier wall was beginning to look solid and oxygen was nowhere to be breathed.
Hilary inhaled deeper and faster. She needed to help Tyson. Max, Rei, Kenny, Kai... they were useless now. It was up to her to make it to Tyson and help him back to his normal mode. To help him win. She needed this win, somehow. She needed Tyson to win.
But it was less the fight she needed but more of the air coming less around her. Hilary groaned and swayed a bit.
Tyson, wake up! Tyson, don't get distracted by him! Wake up, onegai!
She couldn't tell if she was thinking this or saying out loud for her body became number and number. But she was capable to keep her consciousness alive.
Baka, baka, baka! Stupid idiotic foolish ass! Wake up! Wake up... WAKE UP, JERK!
Was Tyson being spellbind? Even Dragoon's harsh injury wasn't able to withdraw him from whatever it is making him expressionless.
But she could still hear voices.
That girl...
She's distracting you. Why aren't you kicking her out of this fight? Why are you letting her get in the battle?
Hilary's heart pounded. The voice was talking about her. And what was Tyson going to do now?
'Girl...?'
Yes. There she is. Look at her. She's in your way of winning... and losing.
Tyson turned to look at the girl, eyes blank and drowning in through the echoing inflection. Hilary gazed back at him, unsure of what to do.
Why are you looking at me like that?
It was as if her thoughts echoed around the barrier, and the two opponents heard her. Even Tyson must've since he kind of flinched a bit.
Why are you looking at me like that, Tyson?
Hilary widened her eyes. She gasped and turned to stare at Tyson's rival.
"You!" she croaked gasping with anger and shocked.
The stranger smirked.
"Hai?" he asked, a little too harmless.
Hilary clenched her fists and took a step forward.
"You baka!" she shouted. "You're the one that's causing Tyson to do this! You nasty, nasty jerk!"
The boy smiled and shrugged.
"I thought you were smart enough to figure that out sooner when you heard my mind," he merely stated.
Hilary growled.
"Why you..."
- End of Flashback -
The only thing I could do now was merely gaze at him, hoping this would last forever.
It would be enough for me to understand myself.
Enough for him to understand.
Enough time for me to gather up my courage to tell him what it is I really feel.
Why can't I just tell him right now?
Just - snaps finger - like that?
What did Tyson do to me that made so fidgety all of a sudden when it came to devote affections towards him?
What is it that makes me tongue-tied around Tyson when we do something that we would both cherish in our heart, secretly yet hoping for it to happen once more.
Sighing, I shook my head and gazed at my lap.
This is a mind game.
It'll turn out to be one, and I know Tyson doesn't like mind games.
It usually just pisses the hell out of his guts.
But...
This is a mind game.
There's no fooling myself.
It's already been one from the beginning.
And I'm stuck here until I get this bizarre answer out of his body.
This damn mind games won't stop until we've had enough.
This stupid mind damn game we've been unknowingly playing from the beginning must stop soon.
And I'm getting tired of it.
Obviously, he's getting too worked up with this mime entertainment.
To him, it was just one of those ugly prank that played trick on him.
To him, it's just a joke.
But it isn't.
And for once, I don't want it to be.
I don't want this to be a MIND game.
I don't want to waste an entire half of my life playing some FOOL'S game when all it might end up is Losing.
Worse: nothing...
The thought made me sad, but I can't show Tyson yet how weak I am.
He's known me as...
As someone I never was.
He knows me as this perfection-cocky-bitch.
He knows as this Bossy Loud Mouth.
He knows as someone I should never have been.
And I hate it.
I really, really do.
"Uh... Hilary?"
I snap back to reality and looked at the boy in front of me.
The everyday-normal boy with everyday-normal eyes.
-chuckle-
Ask me why I don't think Tyson is normal, and I'll give you at least twenty reasons.
A good, and a bad.
What is there good to say in him?
What is there bad to say in him?
The answer?
It's simple:
Many.
- Flashback -
It neared to die down, but it did not near to its end. She couldn't tell if they just started or were in the midway to ending. Her anger could not, would not try to go farther than the state she was already in. She felt anger and pain, all at the same time. She couldn't tell if it was the tornado-like barrier that had engulfed her and attempted to shred her skin and flesh or was it that some idiot she called a friend was allowing some stupid voice get the best of him.
Whether it was one of them or neither, the anger that rose to her soul did not stop rising. It slid like a hot snake, coated painfully in ember flames as it glided up through a tunnel of darkness, smearing the sensitive curves of walls with smudges of ashes.
Growling, she staggered towards him, towards the source of it all. Even power could not withstand the frustrations that embedded in her. She fought the strange telepathic ability that had kept her in one place and swung her legs forcefully, arms swinging with the movement.
If he can't snap out of it... I'll have to do it myself.
She turned to look what she could only see through the walls of sandy winds around her. The figures of what was suppose to be Kai, Rei, Max, and Kenny were none but solid blurred images, standing motionless, unable to do anything.
And here I was, thinking myself but a trainer for them when I forgot that joining a group that loves to risk their own lives can mean that I'm a part of it. And to think I would nothing more but a normal girl!
She snarled, clenching her fists. Within moments she had forgotten that there was hardly any air in this boundary. But she cared no less but to lecture him, that bastard, for letting some simple-minded stranger win against him.
"Tyson," she muttered, nearing to the boy. "Snap out of it, stupid!"
But as she neared enough to try and touch him, the blur of the stranger's beyblade slowed and set forth out a light bursting stop of it. It exploded towards her, sending her plummeting on her back, sending her further away from Tyson.
"Don't interfere, bitch," was the simple statement of the voice.
- End of Flashback -
How could so many things from Tyson have an affect on me?
No, no, my friend.
It's not these many things.
It's none but one, one small, plain reason I had somehow fell head over heels in secrecy.
And that... is something I can't even explain to my self.
How can I?
I was blinded.
He blinded me.
How can I see him now that he's blinded me with both deception and torment?
How can I open my eyes and see to it that he will never blind me again when he's already crept behind me and place over gentle hands over of my eyes... concealing them.
And he asks me a question.
'Guess who...?'
And if I answer right, would he still let go?
Or would he reply with a chuckle and a 'nope. Sorry. That's the wrong person.'?
How can I guess the right person when all I do is guess?
When all I do is tell things that aren't true?
When all I do is lie... and deceit?
"Hilary."
His voice.
It sends shivers down my spine.
Not shivers of fear.
Not shivers of confound.
But shivers of delight.
It lingers down to my spine, singing me a song I have never heard.
Singing a song I would want to hear again and again.
"Hilary."
That voice.
When I look at him, his eyes are confused.
Those eyes.
They make me happy, make me jump with joy.
But they can also make me sad, and heartbroken.
I don't know why I love it and hate it at the same time.
All I know is that I just do.
"Hilary."
The tone is forceful, as if he wants to get my attention.
When I blink and stare back at him, those strange blue eyes of his lose their glimmering confusion and begin to look like... they understand?
Oh, I don't know.
I can't read him, can't I?
Snapping back to reality once more, I look at the ground this time and answer.
"What?"
There was a pause.
Then a—
"What's the matter with you?"
I couldn't tell if he meant it in a rude way or in a caring way.
But, in any way, it offended me a little.
I shrugged, shake my head, and smile at my shoes.
Should I be offended?
Or should I get mad and yell at him?
I'm not sure.
I'm not so sure anymore.
"Do you want me to tell you?"
You sound so desperate to know why the hell I'm acting like this.
Should I tell you?
"Do you really want to know, Tyson?"
I look at him, to see a nod.
And if I tell him the truth what would he do?
If I tell him a lie what would he say?
How am I suppose to reveal these pent-up feelings when he wasn't ready to hear it yet?
Should I still tell him?
Should I lie?
Should I not?
I shut my eyes, confused.
My head hurts and I can't think.
All I hear is the word 'GO' reverberating in my head.
And it tells me that I should escape from my prison and seize the day of my freedom.
Taking my time, I stepped back to take a seat on the boulder behind me.
I placed my hands to my lap and kept my gaze on the pebbled ground.
I smile faintly, unsure.
To my surprise, Tyson walks up to me and takes a seat beside on the same boulder.
He takes the same boulder as a seat, quietly waiting for my response.
And I feel dazed all of a sudden.
I feel as if I'm intoxicated by the closeness of his presence.
And if I just move my shoulders one tiny bit, I would be touching him.
He is this close to me and it is making me nervous.
But it is also making me happy at the same time.
I just don't know why.
- Flashback -
"Don't interfere, bitch."
The statement was extremely crude and harsh, and it only made her anger arise faster. Hilary growled and quickly stood up, ignoring the searing pain the invisible weight was pulling her down.
"I... will... not—not!... have some... unknown jackass... beat those... I trained hard with!"
She ignored the remarked snarl coming from her enemy, and merely ran towards Tyson. She stopped in front of him, and grabbed a hold of his shoulders, fighting the urge not to slap his face hard.
"Tyson!" she gasped, catching breaths. "Wake up! Snap out of it!"
She shook him hard, enough that his hat fell off. His dull seemingly gray eyes shimmered a bit, but it reveled to blackness once more as she had seen it when his enemy was taking him over.
- End of Flashback -
I feel so dazed.
I look at him from the corner of my half-closed eyes, my head still gazing down my lap.
I try to fight the drive to sneak glances at him.
And to stifle back a giggle.
He looked so cute with arms crossed, bangs shielding his eyes, and especially that serious face of his.
It kind of makes him look like a little kid.
What can I say?
Tyson does act like a kid.
I shook my shoulders to calm myself and let out a sigh.
"You know, if you just actually be patient I'll tell you."
Tyson rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh.
"You know, if you actually just spit it out, I'll be patient."
He's complicated, stubborn.
Maybe that's why I liked him.
But it annoys me sometimes, to have him so.
I scowled to myself, maybe at him, but I hid it well under the shadows of my hair.
The night really is a great time to hide yourself from something and someone you don't want to be seen.
I still wish I were a night-creature.
That way I can hide from everyone.
Hide from him, when I want to and need to.
It's the best way to hide other things, as well.
Like feelings.
Feelings...
Emotions...
Emotions that's ready to come out.
That wants to come out.
I can't force it back in.
It's already been cooped up inside me that it's so agitated to be felt and known...
I can't control it anymore.
And it wants to come out so badly; it's hurting my heart.
It's hurting me.
What am I supposed to do?
Surrender to it because I don't have the chance to hide it anymore?
To tell him since he's getting so suspicious?
- laugh -
It might sound that easy, but not to me.
They tell me how great I am.
They tell me how perfect I am.
They show respect to me, because sometimes I am willing to do what I can to help anyone.
They show me that they are kind to me, those who I am kind to.
They say...
They see...
They listen...
They think...
I clench my fist, gripping on the hem of my white short skirt that barely reached the midst of my pale thighs.
They...
"They don't know..."
- flashback -
She watched, dismayed, at the sight of his ever-so spirited being pushing away from his body. It provoked her to train this idiot's ass off after all these times and, now, he is ignoring it away.
And she will not have anyone making her docents look and act so useless by making some damn mind control at him just so that they can—
Snapping back to reality, Hilary gasped as realization shot her like a cold splash of water. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at Tyson, whom gazed right through her with blackening sight. She shook him as hard as she could, his cap falling off his head.
"TYSON! WAKE UP! SNAP OUT OF IT!"
She heard a growl of agony, as Dragoon was plunge down the ground by the other beyblade's bottom point. Dragoon fell hard on the impact, smashing unto the earth, causing the sands to severely move as the wild tides.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" Hilary shouted over the windstorm.
Hillary scowled when Tyson barely even blinked. She was about to yell at him again when she felt continuous pain slapping her bare skin. Pausing to look below her, the inexplicable atmosphere within the barrier was erupting slashes of wind that playfully scraped her legs and arms as it could.
Wincing, Hilary turned to look back at Tyson, frowning.
"Tyson!" she whispered hoarsely. "Tyson!"
- end of flashback -
