Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade and I'm getting tired of reitirating that point ad nauseuem.
Author's Note: Looking over the previous chapters, I've realised that they all look a little squished. Bear with me, people, I'm still getting the hang of crazy formatting.
Oh, well. Here's the next installment in this crazy series...enjoy!
"Don't you see? It always comes at last, but this way at least I am master of my own destruction."
- I Never Promised You A Rose Garden
It took awhile before that all-consuming love began to turn, inexorably, to hatred.
It was a slow process, for Tyson had always been an affectionate soul; always ready to forgive and forget. Always ready to hold and comfort…
But he wasn't Tyson anymore. This new creature he had warped into, this Pseudo-Kai that he pretended to be…
…such a wraith could feel hatred. And so the tendrils seeped through and his eyes grew dark.
"Who do you hate? Is it Kai?"
"No…I hate Tyson."
The vestiges of the old Tyson were consumed by self-hatred, but they wouldn't die.
Not yet.