Author's Note: Wow! I haven't updated in such a long time. Well to make a long story short first I had a mild case of writers block, then my computer broke again, then I had like 4 reports to do and went a little overboard with them .But I've finally updated so, yay! Well, it's the countdown to the end. If all goes as planned 4 chapters left till the big finally. Meanwhile, I will start a KaixHil one-shot and post it after the last chapter is posted on Heaven's Call. After that, I'll be starting What You Mean to Me, my second KaixHil multi-chaptered fanfic and part of my trilogy (which by the way is non-related). Oh yes! And I would also like to mention that the end of this chapter is a little off, but I did the best I could do at the current time whenI was writing it.Anyways, on to reviewer responses. Thanks for being so faithful!
Goddess-Hope: Thanks for the review and faithfulness to this story! Yes, I survive on angst, that's why the story is so depressing. Thanks on the one-shot suggestion and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Nubia: I'm so sorry for not updating in so long. I'll try to do better next time, I promise! Thanks for the constant support in the form of reviews! I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Hutchy: 'The Hollow', Hilary's childhood hangout, I have written before, but I've never read about it in any other fics. Kai and Hilary did have rather lonely childhoods, I suppose. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter and thanks for the review!
lonlyWolf: I am sooo sorry for not updating in such a long tim!. My computer was fixed only to break again, but I have a totally brand spanking new one now, so hopefully it won't happen again. Anyways, thank-you for being such a supporting reviewer and I really hope you enjoy this chapter!
BlackFireIceEyes: I'm very glad you have enjoyed my story so far and I'm also very sorry for not updating in a long while. I hope you enjoy this chapter and many thanks for reviewing!
Blue-Blade-Liger: Thank-you for reviewing and I'm glad you liked it! It is sad isn't it? I hope you enjoy this chapter and find it just as sad as the last one. But in a good way…
Chikoro: I'm very glad you liked the last chapter and I hope you enjoy this one just as much! It's o.k about the KaixHil one-shots. As you can tell, I am totally at a blank concerning them as well, so don't worry. Anyways, thank-you for the review!
knowlee: I'm very sorry for not updating in a while! Thanks for reviewing and I hope you enjoy this extra-angsty chapter!
RavenToriBlack: Well, that's a lot of questions. Um…I don't think I will answer them though. It's up to you to figure them out as you read the rest of the story, else I might give away too much, then it wouldn't' be any fun reading the rest. I'm glad you enjoy my style of writing, thanks for reviewing and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Kais Devil: You are absolutely right! Kai should help her! Unfortunately, Kai's only human and he's a little hurt by Hilary right now. As for the 'broken up part' you'll just have to read to see! Thanks for reviewing and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Random Reviewer: Well, a very interesting review. Very flattering as well. I have a few questions and comments though; randomness is hard to understand sometimes. First of all, in the original manuscript of the last chapter I did have Hilary slapping Kai, but eventually I thought it was a little too dramatic and has to downplay it a little by getting rid of that. Second, I have a random sense of humor (no idea why you have to know that, I just thought I would say it). Third, I enjoy reading long reviews. Fourth, I have listened to POD's 'Will You' and I agree it would be awesome to put into a one-shot, but how do you interpret it? I mean, how will the song interact with a plot-line? How will the plot-line play out in order to accommodate this particular song? Before I write the one-shot I have to know. Anyways, thank-you for the review, suggestions and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
AnimeLady Noriko: Hello, my sister-wife! I finally updated! Yay Anyways, I am going to cut this short, because I want to update sometime this millennium. Thanks for the reviews, support and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Des.ti.ny: Thank-you for the review! Just to let you know, in this chapter you will find out at least part of Hilary's little secret. Happy reading!
Carrie: Sorry for the long wait for an update! Hope you can forgive me! Thanks for the review, faithfulness and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Dumbass: Awww, thanks for reviewing! It makes me feel all warm inside, just kidding. You're so mean to Candice and you shouldn't be you know. It's bad to be mean. Anyways, always remember it's o.k. to be simple-minded!
Lightning Aurora: Thank-you for the compliments and review! I hope you find this chapter as equally as depressing as other chapters!
Beaten But Not Broken: Well, I'm sorry for the long wait for an update (Hey! That rhymed!). Just bad luck or something of the sort. Thank-you for the review and I hope you enjoy this chapter, where Hilary's secret comes out, but not all of it, just the part you've already guessed. Next chapter is where all will be explained…
Heaven's Call
Cruel Misinterprets…
Right in front of you,
Right in front of me…
We were looking but somehow,
Someway we couldn't see…
As he walked awkwardness consumed him. It was being driven into his very soul as if with a large invisible hammer and he was beginning to worry it would never come out. This feeling of a faded memory, torn, bleeding with tears from a girl who found no love, but only pain. As if it had happened to someone else, not himself. Unsure of his next path or choice; he felt as if he would forever be unsure now. But his anger still hummed, pulsing slightly through his veins and he could feel its power over him still.
He could still remember the hopeful expression on her face as if he could still be trusted. He remembered the shattering of faith also. Like millions of shards, falling from a broken mirror, her trust had devastated the earth with tiny tears that burned the soil like acid. But the rest was hazy. A fog of mist shrouded in rage so red it blinded the eye…
Confusion. Confusion couldn't compare to the way he was feeling now. It almost made him laugh, if he could still laugh, that such a word was still used in the world. His thoughts twisted around each other; vile snakes pulling at his heartstrings. He was broken. Tangled up so much he feared the knots would never come undone. If not for her this would have never happened…if not for her, he would still be dead in his world…
"Hilary! Someone's here to see you dear!"
Her eyes opened slightly and were abruptly closed again as the sunlight streamed through the windows of her room with bright abundance. She shifted somewhat. Her limbs were lead, her spirit broken and her mind a wash of misery. She buried her face in her arms. She didn't care. She would never care.
"Tell them to go away!"
Too late. Despite her yell of protest the she heard a slight squeak as the door of her room opened and gently closed again. She heard soft steps on the pale rose carpet. Then silence. She heard quiet breathing behind her, but she buried her face even deeper into the sanctuary of her arms. A warm, gentle hand laid itself on her back and she flinched at the touch.
"Hil? Are you o.k?"
The soft whispered question made the clinging tears want to fall. It made her want to smile and scream at the same time. Her eyes opened, letting the sunlight brighten the ruby into flecks of red brilliance. Red like a rose. Red like blood.
"Hil?"
She smiled slightly. Stupid, Tyson. Stupid, naïve Tyson. So strong, stronger than she could ever be, but so innocent. Oh, so innocent. Like delicate bluebird he flew, away from the pain, but soon he too would be caught in its inescapable snare of thorns. She knew. She knew so well the pain that would claim him. And he would feel it to the very depths of his heart.
"Hilary! What is wrong with you?"
The hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back to meet with its owners eyes. A light film of anger covered the concern, radiating from deep within. But he didn't know the depth of her trouble. His concern was to light, not real concern. Just the worry he would have for a crying sister who had skinned her knee. She calmly met his eyes, for though she had come to peace with her fate, she was scared of Tyson. He had warned her, told her to stay away. He was right, but she was too frightened to tell him that. She had not listened and scoffed. Besides, she had thought, how could the slate and crimson masterpiece she had first laid eyes on ever fall for her?
She started to cry, the tears pouring forth. Like blood that dripped they fell, clinging to her ebony eyelashes then splashing to the ground. Tyson's grip loosened on her shoulders and he knelt beside her, real anxiety starting to show through. He met her eyes and read the pain that was nestled there and then enfolded her into his welcoming arms.
"Oh, Hil. I told you to stay away. It told you it would only end up in disaster. It's o.k, don't cry. It's alright..."
She grabbed the fabric of his sweater as if it was a life line and flung herself forcefully upon him and then wept the torrent of tears that was overflowing her heart with sorrow. He held her and whispered comforts past her ear. His hand stroked her chocolate tresses and his strong arms held her close.
"Don't cry Hil. You know I can't stand your tears. It's alright now."
She hiccupped violently against his chest and pushed herself up. She glared at him through her wet lashes and her brow knitted in a deep frown.
"But it's not alright!" She cried, "You don't understand, no one does! I'm alone. Alone in the dark with nothing to tie me to this world!"
He moved closer to her and touched her arm. She flinched again, but did not move away. His eyes were trusting, the eyes of a friend. She could trust him…she could…Oh, the temptation! How it pulled her!
"Then why don't you tell me about it Hil. I'm here and will always be your friend. Come on, it's o.k."
He was coaxing her, like she was an injured bird. But she was an injured bird. An abused, broken bird, afraid of love and touch. Tyson had always been her friend. Lazy, loud and sometimes rude, but he was always there. Like a pillar of strength. He was trustworthy and good, naïve and innocent. But he would always be there for her and for all of his other friends. It was who he was. Who he was meant to be.
"Come on Hil. Tell me what's wrong. Haven't I always been your friend? I'll help you. I'll always be there to help, I promise.
"What a thing to promise." Hilary said, moving her now dry eyes to gaze at a bird flying overhead out her window. "What a thing to promise, when you can't possibly keep it. Impossible."
Tyson frowned at her and moved his hand to her chin, forcing her to look at him. He had heard the finality in her tone. "What do you mean? What's going on? This isn't just about Kai, is it?"
Hilary met him stare for stare, her gaze steady and true, but hard. Hard as stone.
I've already accepted my fate…
"No Tyson…he's just a piece in the puzzle. A large piece in a puzzle of regret. I love him. I know that now, but he doesn't love me. Never could, I suppose. But the fact is I love him and I'll never get to…"
Tyson lifted her head higher when her gaze dropped to the floor. "What? What is it?"
She met his eyes once more. "I'm dying Tyson."
Kai walked with his head titled and his eyes fixed on the ground. Gracefully, he sauntered, like a cat stalking its prey. The power he gave off radiated from him in gales. But grief lightly veiled the control and made his dominant shoulders droop as if with a heavy weight. His mind remained firm though. When it came to a battle between his mentality and his heart, his mentality always won. It was how he was trained. How he had been taught.
He passed willow tress as he neared a bridge. They danced in the wind, their leaves twirling, curling and glinting in the light of the sun; a ballet of gracefulness. He ripped his eyes away from them. He needed no reminders of beauty. Not right now. Not ever.
Then he stopped. His eyes widened and his heart pulsed shrilly in his chest. It felt as if a huge weight had crushed his lungs. Before him, standing as if a princess, with her arms outstretched on the bridge, was HER. The phantom mistress of his heart, with her ruby eyes, red as blood. Her chocolate tresses played across her face in the wind and made her look all the more beautiful in the fading light of the day.
She was standing poised, her fingertips stretched to a perfect point. Her eyes were sheltered deep beneath long, black lashes and her puckered lips were softly murmuring as if saying a prayer under her breath. Kai's eyes took her in, engulfed her in a tidal wave of lust. But suddenly his brows knitted in a frown. She had taken a step toward the railing which overlooked a long, steep drop to the dam below the bridge. A tear had escaped the protective covering of her black lashes and flew to mingle with her hair and fall softly upon the wood at her feet.
Another step. Then another. Kai's hand shook and each movement brought a sharp tug at his soul. Had his words hurt her so much that she would attempt…this? This sudden death, a quick but painful release from the sorrow of the world? She was nearing the railing, more tears falling now; silver from red.
Finally she stopped right in front of the rusted railing of the bridge. His eyes watched intently. But his mind and pride held him immobile. She opened her eyes and watched the sun slowly sink, like hot butter melting into a pool of creamy yellow. Then as if in slow motion her foot picked up and was moved forward to that desperate plunge leading only to death and his heart stopped beating.
"HILARY!"
Author's Note: Well, isn't that an interesting spot to leave you all hanging? And part of Hilary's big secret is out in the open, though many of you had already guessed it. For those of you who didn't, it might've been a big shock. It seemed to me to put a little side of HilaryxTyson in here, just to make things interesting, but don't' worry, I'm a total KaixHil fan, to the marrow of my bones. Anyways, I just thought I'd mention that the Kai in Heaven's Call is more a second season Kai. Kai in the second season of Beyblade to me seemed more open and well…nice and so does the Kai in my story. Hilary I would say is also more the second season type. Until next time, when the third last chapter will be posted, R&R!