Ayamari: Notes:
1) There have been major changes to this chapter, please read.
2) I do not own Beyblade
Chapter Three: Tyson
Tyson groggily pushed himself up from the cold cement, his limbs protesting with each inch he rose. When he managed to sit up and held his head between his hands. A soft groan escaped his lips as he felt another wave of nausea hit. 'Should have stayed in bed,' Tyson thought as his mind drifted.
(& Flashback &)
RING
'Gramps, get that, too tired.' Tyson thought as he rolled over and stared at his phone.
RING
Tyson moaned softly and stood clumsily knowing his grandfather was too busy to answer the phone at the moment. He wandered slowly over to the phone, his footsteps wobbly as he tried to stay standing. After a few feet he reached his table and his right hand clenched the tabletop tightly as he slowly picked up the phone, "Kinomiya residence, this is Tyson speaking."
"Tyson," A strange mechanical voice grated out. Tyson took the phone from his ear, stared at it a moment, then put it back to his ear thinking, 'Am I imagining things.' The voice had been talking the entire time catching Tyson slightly off guard as he joined the conversation again, "at the school in five minutes."
"Pardon," Tyson mumbled swaying slightly as an intense wave of dizziness hit him and he slipped to the floor. Kenny walked in and stared at Tyson for about three minutes before he hung up the phone and helped Tyson to his bed. Tyson sat on his bed groaning softly before he looked at Kenny and muttered, "Hey Chief…whatcha doing here?"
"I came by because Hilary asked me to make sure you made it to school on time. But I don't think you'll be going. Your Grandfather said he doesn't want you out of your room," Kenny said as he passed Tyson the blanket Tyson had dropped on the floor when he tried to answer the phone. Tyson gratefully took the blanket and tightly wrapped it around his shoulders shivering as Kenny shook his head.
"Sorry Kenny, I didn't know you'd be by…I'd a called to tell you to stay away… you should probably go before your late for school, or worse you get sick." Tyson flopped back onto his bed trying not to groan as his stomach started to ache again. Kenny stood slowly shaking his head at Tyson thinking, 'Probably ate too much again. Poor Tyson.'
Kenny turned as Tyson grabbed his sleeve and slowly used Kenny to lever himself off his bed. Tyson's eyes were out of focus as he released Kenny and staggered out the bedroom door. Kenny followed to the door and watched as a slightly pale and shaking Tyson clumsily made his way down the hall to the bathroom.
After losing his small breakfast to the toilet Tyson crawled feebly back to his bedroom. Kenny was still standing at Tyson's door when he exited the bathroom. He carefully helped Tyson to his feet when Tyson reached his side. Kenny shook his head once more as he helped Tyson back to his bed and muttered, "How much food did you eat this time? I mean you look worse than ever."
"Is that all you think I do, Chief?" Tyson whispered as they reached the bed. Tyson feel forward onto the bed with a groan as Kenny watched him with guarded eyes. Kenny grabbed the blanket from the floor once again and covered Tyson who was quietly staring at the wall.
"Yes, Tyson, that's what always make you sick……you eat too much then you get sick." Kenny said confidently. Tyson glanced back at Kenny for a moment and saw the confident look in Kenny's eyes before he turned around. Tyson kept his face away from Kenny's view as he felt tears at the coming. Tyson, already feeling miserable and useless because he was sick, was suddenly eager to be alone and invisible. Kenny noticed Tyson's small movement and continued quietly, "Well, you can't exactly blame me Tyson as it is true. You have two skills, eating until your sick and beyblading."
"Ranked in that order?" Tyson asked, his eyes still facing forward. Kenny made a sound of agreement as he started towards the door. Tyson pushed himself to a sitting position and turned just enough to see Kenny's retreating form before he turned back and whispered, "Could you do me a small favor, turn in my homework, I'd hate to have Hilary come by after school to yell at me."
Kenny nodded knowing Tyson couldn't see him, collected Tyson's homework, and left without another word. Tyson glance feebly at his bag lying innocently by the door and scowled as his depression deepened. He pulled his blankets tight and tried to fall asleep despite his head ache and his heartache.
RING
RING
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Tyson sat up and stared absently at the phone. After the third ring he realized that his grandfather wasn't about to answer it. 'Probably outside,' Tyson thought in despair standing up. He shakily walked to the table and stared at the phone. He glared at the phone for a moment before his legs gave out and he collapsed to the floor. The table tipped over with Tyson and he finally drifted off to sleep when he felt the table hit his head.
(End Flashback)
Tyson glanced at the cold room he was in and tried to stand. His body ached but he kept trying until he managed to stand. He walked to the door and tried to open it, and as expected it was locked. Tyson then took another look around the barren room before he slowly walked along the wall to the farthest corner and lowered himself to the ground. He pulled his knees close to his chest, leaned his head against them and said, "Grandpa, I'm sorry. Kai, Rei, Max, Chief, I'm sorry. I let you all down, I'm so sorry."
(Flashback)
Tyson groaned when he came to, still on the floor. His head hurt as he pushed himself to a sitting position. His eyes sought out the clock and he gasped in shock, 'four hours. I've been on the floor for nearly four hours.' Tyson glared at the phone that was beeping obnoxiously. Tyson hung up the phone, grabbed his blanket and curled up against his fallen table. Tyson watched the phone and waited for someone to call. 'School should be out, Kai will probably call to yell at me for being late to practice. I just hope…'
RING
'Hilary,' Tyson thought with a grim frown.
RING
"Hello Kinomiya Residence, this is Tyson speaking," Tyson said when he picked up the phone.
'Tyson! You lazy Jerk! You made Kenny bring your homework cause you felt like sleeping!" Hilary screamed at Tyson. Tyson wearily listened to Hillary's rant as he massaged his aching head. Tyson, waiting for Kai's angry call, hung up on Hilary and waited.
RING
'I hope it's Kai and not Hilary again,' Tyson thought as he tried to sit up. He gave up and wearily picked up the phone and muttered, "Kinomiya Residence, Tyson speaking."
"Tyson," The machine voice again, Tyson shook his head but kept listening. "You are late. You were meant to meet us, did you misunderstand?"
"No, I wasn't listening," Tyson responded honestly as he managed to sit up. He shook his head slowly trying to shake the light-headed feeling away, but the movement only made him feel worse.
"Tyson, you have ten minutes to meet in front of your school. If you fail to arrive your grandfather will be the first to suffer, followed by your teammates." The weird voice muttered in its monotone. Tyson barely registered what had been said as his head drooped towards the floor.
Softly Tyson muttered, "Huh, I don't understand."
"Meet at your school or I KILL everyone, and I Mean EVERYONE, close to you!" A mean male voice replaced the machine voice. Tyson started slightly at the man's voice. He shook slightly as he tried to stand. The man continued angrily, "You have ten minutes Tyson Kinomiya if you fail to arrive I will be at your place in fifteen, and your grandfather will be dead in twenty!"
The line went dead and Tyson stood slowly as the phone fell from his hand. With rushed, clumsy movements Tyson dressed, grabbed his beyblade and backpack and quietly as possible slipped away downstairs. He glanced around the front to make sure he wouldn't be spotted and slipped away from home. Tyson slowly made his way to the school as he tried not to pass out again. He had to stop at several locations to catch his breath and regain his senses and recovered from dizzy spells.
Tyson stumbled to a halt a kneeled before his school in total exhaustion. Tyson felt rough hands drag him to his feet and pull his bag from his shoulders. The man holding the bag ruffled through it for a few seconds while swearing as another man dragged Tyson into a van. He glanced around the small space as the last man climbed back in the van and tossed his bag out the open door. Tyson frowned as another dizzy spell overtook his senses and he desperately tried to stay awake to find out what was happening. Three men sat around him chuckling darkly. Tyson watched with slight disinterest as one of the men approached him swinging two sets of handcuffs and wearing a malicious smile. He roughly grabbed Tyson's wrists and slammed the handcuffs on. Tyson cried out softly in pain and winced as the same thing was done to his ankles. The man grinned as he sat back and smugly told his friends, "He's going nowhere now! Little rat!" the man kicked Tyson viciously then continued, "Can't believe we spent all day waiting for THIS! He's a pathetic little rat, least ways if you ask me!"
Tyson drifted into unconsciousness listening to them complain about him. Every once in a while he was jarred from his sleep by an angry hit, kick or both at once, but nothing they could do would keep Tyson awake for long.
(& End Flashback &)
Tyson was shaking and trying to warm himself as he stared at the empty cell. He had no idea how long he'd been there and his body ached from the brutal abuse he'd been dealt a few short hours ago. Desolate and lonely Tyson started to cry as they weight of the days events started to overwhelm his senses. His mind started to shut down as sleep tried to claim the sick and tortured youth.
Tyson closed his eyes and listened as the door opened and a man walked into the room. The man walked to Tyson's side and stared intently at the tears still falling from Tyson's eyes. The man lifted Tyson's chin and Tyson looked into his kidnappers face. The man smirked happily as he gently ran his other hand over Tyson's sweating forehead. Tyson shivered in discomfort as the man's hands left his face traveled down his shoulders to his wrists where he gently ran his fingers over the small bruises forming there. Tyson tried to pull his wrists away and the man snarled angrily as he tightened his hold. He roughly pulled Tyson to his feet by his wrists and then stood to his full height, holding Tyson a few inches off the ground as he hissed, "Don't move. Keep standing or you're punishment will be worse!"
The man lowered Tyson to the ground and smiled as Tyson remained standing. The man smiled as a young woman walked in and handed him a sharp knife. The doctor smirked as Tyson lowered his arms and backed into the corner as well as he could. "Emily hold this boy still. You are Unworthy of Dragoon's power Tyson Kinomiya. Dragoon should be with someone who understands his Power. Now, Boy, where is My Dragoon?"
"Not here," Tyson whispered as Emily pulled him from the corner by his red jacket. Tyson squirmed as the man approached with the knife and let it rest against Tyson's cheek. Tyson stopped as the man applied pressure and left a small cut on his cheek. Tyson growled as the knife was pulled away from his skin and started to squirm again. He frowned softly as he heard fabric tear and he pulled free of Emily's grasp, Tyson's jacket in her hands. "Dragoon's safe!"
Tyson reached the door when a third person entered, a tall imposing man. The man grabbed Tyson and roughly pinned him against the nearest wall. The first man walked over and growled, "Dragoon is Mine!"
The man holding Tyson threw him to the ground and grinned when Tyson rolled onto his back with a dazed expression. The man walked over and stood lightly on Tyson's right wrist as the first man smiled. The man with the knife ran the knife down Tyson's chest, leaving a thin red trail in the knife's wake as he said, "Where is Dragoon?"
"Safe," Tyson whispered. The first man snorted in disgust as he turned and left the room. Tyson sighed softly before the man on his wrist shifted all his weight to the foot holding his wrist against the ground. Tyson's pain-filled scream drowned out the soft sounds of bones snapping. The man left and Tyson watched with glazed eyes as the woman quickly set to work ripping up his jacket and shirt for bandages. Tyson's soft voice flowed through the room as he whispered, "Dragoon, I'm sorry. I let you down too."
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"What do we do?" Max asked as they watched the sun rise. The group was still at the Kinomiya Dojo waiting for news on Tyson. The police were searching the room, Dojo, and neighborhood thoroughly for any signs of Tyson. Tyson's room was a mess, but that was nothing new, it was the small bit of blood beside the table that had the group worried.
"We wait, Max," Kai said as he glared at the sun as though everything was its fault. "We're not attending this tournament… not until Tyson's back."
"Good, we're not the Bladebreakers without Tyson," Rei mumbled and his eyes widened. He looked closely at his teammates and whispered, "Shit."
Kai, Max, and Kenny looked at Rei in shock. Rei shook his head and concentrated on Driger. It didn't take long before Driger's soft voice said, 'It's too late to worry about him. He's gone, and you may be next. Take care of that which you hold dear, and be prepared to let go of me… the time to say goodbye forever is coming.'
"Driger," Rei mumbled. He looked up and said louder, "Driger and I were talking yesterday and he said we'd lose something important. We lost Tyson… and just now, Driger said… I'm going to lose him forever. When that happens he wants me to let him go."
'The same goes for me Max. I can't stay when the time comes,' Draciel whispered to Max.
"When?" Max asked. Rei shook his head and Kai bowed his head in understanding.
'Kai, I too will leave. The four of us must be together, you four made that bond unbreakable. I'm sorry my dear Kai. You must let go of me when the time is right, or you may lose more than a friend… you may sacrifice your future, and the future of all the world,' Dranzer said to Kai. Kai nodded and frowned at his friends.
'We don't know yet, but you will. You must let go,' Draciel murmured.
"Um, I hate to say this, guys, but…" Kenny said as he looked at his friends. He looked down again and muttered, "Yesterday right before I got to the training ground Dizzi said something similar and left. I'm not sure how she managed to get out of the laptop, but she's gone. She said she had a life to live for… I still can't figure out what she meant."
Kai turned and looked outside as he mumbled, "Dranzer, Is Ty still alive?"
'For now,' Dranzer replied. 'He lives, but that is not what you should worry about. His Heart is what is fading, and when that happens nothing can stop what will happen. He should not have been chosen, not for this fight.'
