Ello all. I haven't wrote in this story in a while, i got a little discouraged because i didn't have that many reviews. But just latley i have come to realize that the reason i came here is not for the reviews, but because i love writing. Please R&R, i love anything. You could flame me until i was at a crips but i wouldnt care, as long as you read my story. (so you know, i do, lol, enjoy happy reviews a little more -.) Any how here is my 7th Chapter, enjoy and i know it's short but it's leading up to something big. Oh and PS-i really want to know where you want this story to go. If you want Tyson to jump off a building, lol, then i supose that could be arranged. :D
It's like we're living the same day over and over again Chapter 7
Well it was official, Tyson was lost. He didn't admit to this very often, but for once there were no words. He didn't know what to think, or even the proper way to think. He was a simple word, lost. Lost in his tangled web of thoughts, lost in his life and everything that was coming with it.
Currently, he is standing at the foot of a large beyblading dish, staring into the mouth of the storm. Kai stood oposite from him, Dronzer and Dragoon in the dish below, and as much as i hate to say it Tyson was getting his ass whopped. Dronzer kept coming at him, attacking from every angle with every strategy possable. Dragoon tried to deffend himself, but Tyson couldnt think straight, which ment he could blade. He's a world champion beyblader, not God, what do you excpect? Along with the title of world champion also comes 17 year old boy.
"Tyson, get your fucking act together" hissed Kai through his teeth, not wanting to sound to loud or outgoing. Tyson heard him but the words didn't register. The wordsdid however register only moments after when Kai spoke, Dragoon was knocked from the dish and liflessly flew from the dish and wizzed past his own head.
Kai made his way over to Tyson, and stood with his hands crossed across his chest like a great goru. But he didn't feel wise, he felt pissed off. "Tyson, what the hell is your deal? Your all over the place, we need to get our act together!" He pasued, Tyson heard the words and they made a small amount of scense to him.
"If we don't practice well then we can't win. Is that what you want? For some one else to steal your title away, with out even a fight?" Tyson imediently began to sputter, but no words came out, just a string of blurbs. "I didn't think so. We can win this Tyson, we're the perfect team..." he said this quietly, like he had put a great deal of thought into his words.
And this was strange for Tyson to comprehend, because Kai was always so harsh and frank with him. He always felt so far away from his partner, but here Kai was actually trying to get to the source of Tyson's akwardness and the reason for his drifting. "But we have to practice as hard as we play!"
It didn't suprise Tyson that much that Kai was back to being his usual emotionless self, but Tyson was glad, there was already enough change going on in his life as it was. He didn't need his partner acting strangly.
Once Kai left, and it was only Tyson in on the backyard, this is when he was lost in his thoughts again. Tyson knew that deep down he had to put everything on hold, all his feelings for Hillary and Miyako and Hiro and everything he felt for Japan. It just had to be that way. It didn't matter whom he had to hurt...or how much he hurt himself. Nothing could matter.