Otaku #1: Tyson Ch.2

Rukiabi: Ah, I made a second chappy. Well, it'll just be something I'll write whenever I feel like it. Here is the second chapter of the pointless and plotless fic. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: All characters of Beyblade are © of Aoki Takao.

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Most people don't know this, but my house has an attic.

During the summer, my gramps and I sleep in the dojo because it's too hot to sleep in the house. We'd leave the rice paper doors open so that the cool night air could waft into the rooms and the sound of chirping crickets would be our lullaby. Of course, during the fall, winter, and spring seasons we sleep in the house.

And where does an attic fit into all this? Well, it just so happens that the attic is connected to the closet in my room which I'm currently resting in.

It's so awesome to have a house because it means more room to store the objects of my obsession.

So I'm in my room right now, and it just so happens to be raining as well (hooray for spring!), which means it's the perfect time to be looking over my collection of, what some other people would call, oddities. There's nothing to disturb me from my task either because my grandpa is currently training in the dojo. The time is ripe.

I move over the pile of dirty laundry that's been accumulating in front of my closet these past few days and slid open the wooden doors of the closet. At first, it may seem like there isn't any access to an upper compartment, for all you can see are shirts on hangers, but if you tilted your head towards the ceiling, you'd be able to make out the faint outlines of a box indented on the ceiling in my closet. That is my gateway to heaven.

I pulled out a plastic stool from within my closet and placed it where I thought was directly underneath the indented box. Stepping up, I was just high enough to be able to reach the ceiling and push the trapdoor so that it could be moved to the side. It if weren't for the built in shelving in my closet, I would have had a harder time getting up to the little doorway but with the right placement of the feet, I was able to successfully pull myself up and squeeze through the hole in the ceiling.

Where my hands brushed off newly formed cobwebs above my head tingled. I pulled my legs out of the space in my closet and brought them together so I was now in a kneeling position in a small crevice. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness first before proceeding forwards towards another outlined box. This time, it was a rectangle indented by light.

I crawled towards the escaping threads of light for the wooden supports above me and the angled position of the roof wouldn't let me stand. After I reached the rectangle, I brushed my hand against the wooden surface of it until I felt a round rustic sphere. I turned the door knob and pushed the door out, letting in dimmed white light into the little room I was in.

"Ahhh…" I sighed.

This is my attic. Even though the air's a bit musty and smells of old wooden pillars, I want to say that it feels good to be here.

I crawled out of the little storage room, as it was supposed to be one, and gladly stood up on twos again. The actual door to the attic was connected to the hallway outside of and between my and my grandpa's bedrooms, though my gramps still has no idea of its existence. I was lucky to have found the rabbit hole in my ceiling when I was rummaging through my closet one day.

I looked to my left and smiled at the pile of cardboard boxes stacked on top of each other. Opening the top box revealed a set of videos all about the world's coldest beyblader, Hiwatari Kai. Included in these VHS's were in-depth bibliographies on how the Russian beyblader came to be. Of course, they were all wrong for only me and the other members of the Bladebreakers, oh and also the Demolition Boys turned Blitzkrieg, knew about Kai's true past.

I closed the flaps of the box and placed it back on top of the other boxes. Standing up, I took a more thorough look around me. There was a manikin clothed in an attire extremely similar to one that was worn by Hiwatari Kai from the last World Beyblade Championships sitting in the corner of the attic, there were several Kai wigs in different shades of blue and grey on some stands, Kai and Dranzer plushies hung from a hammock tied from one pillar to another, and art books on Kai from different points of views in front of the portal I had just come out of. My favourite books are the abstract ones with pictures of Kai with limbs sticking out the wrong places.

Directing my gaze towards the center of the room allowed me to take notice of the dimmed blue ray of light streaming down from a skylight on my roof. There aren't any windows in my attic, just the skylight which tells me that it's still drizzling outside. And underneath the skylight was… my fan letter to Kai!

I hopped over to the piece of paper and pencil on top of a booklet of notepapers, my insides giggling. How could I forget the letter I was writing to THE Hiwatari Kai?

Falling to my knees, I took the letter in my hands and began to read what I had written so far.

Dear Mr. Hiwatari,

I think you are the most incredible person ever. When I was watching those videos of you in the World Beyblade Championships for the forty-fifth time, I thought- "Wow" and "He's so cool" and "I wish I was like him". I want to tell you that you inspire me to be a better person. Even though you don't show it, I can feel that you have a kindness in you deeper than anything, greater than anyone and it makes me want to be kind too. You are my aspiration, my dream and I hope my–

"future." I read the last word out. Somehow that word made my cheeks feel warm and my chest feel tighter.

I picked up my pencil and finished my letter.

I hope that you will continue to be as cool and awesome as you are in the future.

Love, your biggest, HUGEST fan,

Tyson.