A/N: Yes, I have been dead lately and this took so long because contrary to what most people think, I have a life outside fanfiction. At any rate, here's the next installment of Pyromaniac. Review responses at the end, okay?
DISCLAIMER: Not yours, not mine, only his okay? (points to Takao Aoki)
Chapter Three: Faze
'Mercy Optimus! I beg you!' –Megatron
'You, who are without mercy, now plead for it? I thought you were made of sterner stuff'—Optimus Prime
Transformers: The Movie
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Tala glanced at the youth in front of him. Letting out a violent Russian oath, "This better be good. You actually cut school to visit me. The last time you did that, it was about a weird stalker who kept sending you Sailor Moon mangas."
"Oh, trust me Tala," Tyson said, biting his lip, "This'll be worth every minute of your spare time."
Tala blinked and gestured for him to sit.
Tyson sat down and started fiddling with his hands and looking everywhere, but the pale Russian's face.
"Spill Tyson," Tala growled.
Tyson sighed. Tala was not one for delicacy and sweet-talk. Rather, he let his fists do the talking most of the time and that was not the way Tyson wanted things to be handled, especially if the situation as he saw it, seemed remarkably volatile.
"A student by the name of Kai Hiwatari is in my grade and class," Tyson said flatly, watching the tones of grey color Tala's face at these words.
"Fuck! Are you sure his name is Kai Hiwatari!" Tala swore and he moved sheets of paper needlessly around his desk. Tyson eyed Tala's panic in slight humour and sympathy.
"Let's see," Tyson pursed his lips in mock-contemplation, "He's a complete arrogant ass who has a way of insulting people and acting like the Tsar of Russia."
Tala swore again vehemently, "Christ, you described him perfectly!"
"He's just a kid Tala," Tyson said shrugging, "He didn't act all that cocky when I punched him."
"Hold on," Tala said wearily, cursing various Norwegian gods and deities Tyson's never heard of before, "You punched him!"
"He was being an asshole!" Tyson said, getting on defensive.
Tala sighed, "At least you've given me a believable reason. Christ!" He swore, "Is his grandfather here as well?"
"How should I know!" Tyson said, "I just met the guy a few minutes ago!"
Tala swore once again and Tyson wondered if Hillary was anywhere nearby. She would wash his mouth with soap and washing power if she caught him swearing like this in front of him.
"Tyson, you need to find out, under all costs, whether his grandfather is here," Tala commanded as Tyson stared at him, his jaw wide open, "And close your jaw, you're letting flies in," Tala told him pertly as he sat down.
"Wait a minute Tala, I just punched the guy!" Tyson said, his hands balled in fists, "You can't possibly expect me to go back and—and—make friends with him!"
Tala regarded him coolly, "Tyson, Kai's grandfather is the leader of the Dranzer Yakuza clan."
Tyson choked on the sudden surge of painful memories. His hands clenched.
"I see," Tyson said coldly, "Am I to be used?"
"If you want revenge still," Tala said, observing the cold flame in Tyson's eyes, "Then a tool you must expect yourself to be."
Tyson said nothing, but Tala felt like flinching from Tyson's iron glaze and sighed, "I don't want to force you. The choice is yours, as always Tyson."
"A choice……," Tyson whispered so quietly that Tala had to lean to catch the words, "Tell me Tala, what is a choice?"
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"Hey, where were you?" Enrique demanded, concern shining through his baby blue eyes, "Kenny said you got sick, so you cut school. But you never get sick."
Tyson raised tired eyes at Enrique and smiled, "Just beat, I guess," He rubbed his head.
Enrique placed his palm on Tyson's forehead, ignoring Tyson's blush, "You seem okay," He said doubtfully, "But maybe you need to get some rest. Want to cancel our date?"
"No!" Tyson said, taking Enrique's hands into his own, "No, I'll be fine."
"You sure?" Enrique said softly, "I don't want to wear you out."
Sometimes, Tyson wondered why Enrique loved him the way he did; so whole-heartedly and completely that it made him almost feel like a girl receiving affections from an admirer.
"I'm sure," Tyson said reassuringly, "Besides, if I feel tired, I'll tell you okay?"
Enrique calmed down and clenched Tyson's hands in a sign of devotion, "Okay."
Tyson laughed. When Enrique was there, every troublesome thing faded into twilight on the mist, "Don't we have a movie to catch?"
Enrique smiled, "Not tonight."
Tyson stopped and looked at Enrique, confusion clearly mirrored there, "But I thought…"
"Yeah, well I thought we'll do something different for a change," Enrique nipped playfully at Tyson's neck, making the bluenette squirm in pleasure.
"Sounds cool to me," Tyson said, "So shall we?"
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It was a tiny place off the docks. It was an alcove with banners strewn all over and poles sticking out of the ground. This must have been a popular beach hangout, Tyson realized.
Suddenly, a familiar whirring sound jarred his brain.
It couldn't be……, Tyson whipped his head to see Enrique's smug face.
"I thought it had been a long time since we bladed," Enrique said, holding up his blade, "We should do it more often. After all, if it hadn't been for Beyblading, we would have never met." And here Enrique enveloped Tyson in his arms, "And I can't imagine a day without your face," He whispered breathlessly into Tyson's ear, making his shudder, "So shall we battle?"
Tyson gave him a loving kiss and smirked as he took out a dark blue beyblade, "Ready when you are love."
"Whoever wins gets to be on top," Enrique said, adjusting his launcher.
"Fine, 'cause it isn't going to be you," Tyson said, his eyes lighting at the prospect of a challenge.
"LET IT RIP!"
The two blades hammered at each other, no one really getting the upper hand. Enrique smiled as he glanced to see Tyson's happy, yet determined face.
"Push him over!"
"Amphilyon, dodge!"
This was one thing they matched each other in intensity and passion. The one thing that really bond the knot between the two.
However, knots can be cut.
An unknown fiery red beyblade knocked Amphilyon out of the dish and began a merciless attack on Tyson's blade.
"What the—," Enrique began when he spotted a figure wearing a white scarf. Rage bubbled within him at the stranger who interrupted his battle with Tyson, "Show yourself!"
Tyson withdrew Dragoon and paused, "Enri?"
The stranger stepped down and the dim light of the streets reflected off his auburn eyes.
Auburn? Tyson swallowed.
"Who the hell are you to interrupt our battle!" Enrique demanded, striding up to him.
Kai said nothing (A/N: Who else would it be?) and shoved Enrique aside. Enrique yelled as he hit the ground.
"Enrique!" Tyson immediately ran up to him, only to be blocked by Kai.
"Hiwatari, get the fuck out of my way!" Tyson said, balling his hands, tensing.
Damn him! Damn him and his spawned family to Hell!
Kai stared at him, a sadistic smile twisting itself on his face, "How 'bout a battle?"
Tyson blinked, "What?"
"Battle me. If you win, I'll leave you two alone for now. If you lose…"
Tyson swallowed, "What? Spit it out!"
Kai grinned and let his eyes rake over Tyson. Tyson resisted the urge to punch him. Enrique was staring at Kai in a mixture of jealously and rage.
"If you lose, you come back to my house with me," Kai declared.
Tyson's eyes widened as flashes of memory pressed themselves in his mind.
"No deal," Tyson said shoving Kai aside roughly and helping Enrique up. No way was he going through whatever sick fantasy Hiwatari has planned for him.
Kai sighed, "And here I thought you had guts."
That was a bulls-eye. "WHAT!" Tyson said, glaring at Kai in such a way he could have been reduced to ash in mere seconds.
"You heard me," Kai said flippantly, tossing his beyblade in his hand, "Shame really. I had expected more out of a fellow Japanese, but then maybe this foreign land has tainted a lot more than you expected."
Tyson snapped.
"Let's Blade."
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Review Responses:
Yoko-obssessor Sorry this took so long. I had to re-organize my files
Porticulis Yes, it is rather vague isn't it? I'll try and clear that up later, okay?
Joce …Yes, don't piss Tyson off. He's got a nasty left hook
FireieGurl Here's your update!
XZanayu Definitely not a smart thing. Kai doesn't like people who oppose him
JadesRose Interesting idea actually. I'll remember that.
Chibi Koneko-chan Yes, when it is a AU, anything is possible. And expect weird things in this story!
Mieco Slash and hack is what Tyson would have done if he had a sword. And I don't want to know if he had a gun.
Xiao-Mao Here's more!
Shinobi KazeKage I dunno if this is long enough, but I'll improve, I promise!
Dark Angel 637I think I'll make Tyson piss off Kai as much as possible. You all liked the punch idea.
A/N: Expect the next update to take a while because I'm trying to complete Author Adventure at the moment, but I will update and no, this story is not going to die on me! XP