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Here it is, chapter 10. Honestly, I didn't expect it to be this long. Oh well. Anyway, there's another little flashback thingie, but it's in italics so you'll know when you see it. I hope you like this chapter.

"Tyson, you conniving little bastard, give me that antidote right now." Miguel demanded as he walked out from the shadows.

Tyson openly gaped at him. "You don't suspect me, do you Miguel?" He asked, trying to sound surprised and indignant. "I would never do anything to harm Kai."

"Of course you wouldn't." Miguel agreed. "After all, that dart was meant for me, wasn't it?"

"What? I don't-"

"Cut the crap!" Miguel snapped, the emotion in his voice gave one the impression that he was on his last nerve. "Give me the antidote right now."

Tyson blinked, then smirked. "No." He said.

"So you do have it." Miguel stated.

"Of course." Tyson said as he arrogantly flicked his wrist and stick his nose in the air. "And I'll give it to you, for one little favor."

"What would that be?"

"Give me Kai." He said, looking at him smugly from the corner of his eye.

Miguel instantly bristled. "What!"

"What?" Tyson asked, feigning surprise. "Don't you want to save him?"

"How dare you…" Miguel snarled, his hands balled into fist by his sides. "How dare you treat Kai like some sort of prize, a trophy."

"You're not worthy of him!" Tyson snapped, looking the cool arrogant look for a moment.

"And you are!" Miguel snarled dangerously. "I know Kai could do so much better, but I need him. I love him and he loves me. You have no idea what it's like to fall in love with someone, so deeply that you can't stop thinking about them. He's my entire world and I won't let some spoilt, annoying little shit like you take him away from me. I'll do whatever it takes to keep him by my side."

Tyson looked annoyed and disgusted. How dare Miguel stand in his way.

"Tell me," Miguel continued. "What did you offer in exchange for Barthez' assistance?"

"Barthez?" For a moment, disgust gave way to surprised, but soon was replaced with cocky arrogance again. "You certainly did your homework, didn't you Miguel? And here I thought you were just some useless blond. Wait, you are."

"Tell me!"

Tyson smirked and held up his launcher. "You'll have to battle me first." With that said he launched his blade into the beydish before him. Miguel promptly followed suit. "Do you think you can actually defeat me, Miguel, with your poor blading skills? Please."

Miguel gritted his teeth as Tyson's blade mercilessly attacked his. "You make me sick. And to think that I once regarded you as a friend."

Tyson laughed, mockingly. "I suppose we could have been good friends, Miguel, if you hadn't taken away something that rightfully belongs to me."

As their blades met in a fury of attacks, Miguel's anger starts to rise. The way Tyson talked about Kai was like Kai was nothing more than a trophy, a thing. He could feel his body starting to shake with anger but then he remembered something that Kai had said to him some time ago.

Miguel crossed his arms over his chest. "I can't believe he got me so angry."

"It's natural to feel angry like that." Kai said, reassuringly as he placed a gentle hand on Miguel's shoulder.

"You don't get angry like the way I did today." Miguel retorted, still annoyed by the way he battled today and how easily he gave into his anger.

"Of course I do." Kai scoffed. "I just have a way of handling it better."

"Huh?"

Kai smiled at the dumbfounded look on his lovers face. "You see anger is a raw emotion, very powerful and dangerous if used incorrectly. If you channel your anger into something constructive like your blade it's turns into positive energy and ultimately gives you more power. Power is good, but only if it's positive. You understand?"

"Yeah, I do." Miguel said after a short moment. He then shook his head, took Kai into his arms and smiled softly. "I still have a lot to learn, huh?"

Kai immediately snuggled into his chest. "We never stop learning, Miguel, that's what keeps this sport so interesting."

Miguel took a deep breath as he played those words over and over in his head. He unclenched his fists and directed all of his anger towards Tyson's blade.

"What?" Tyson gasped as his blade was pushed back with such force that it nearly left the dish. "How?"

"Did you actually think of the repercussions of your selfish deed?" Miguel asked, his eyes as hard as steel. "Did you really think Kai would want anything to do with you after this?"

"Who is he going to believe?" Tyson asked, smugly. "Some blond airhead, or me, the one who has been his friend since forever?"

Miguel gritted his teeth.

"What about you, Miguel?" Tyson continued. "What did you hope to achieve by challenging me? No one will believe you if you tell them what I've done. I'm their friend, why would they doubt me?"

"Oh, don't worry Tyson, I won't tell them anything." Miguel suddenly smirked. "I don't have too. You told them yourself."

Tyson looked baffled. "What?"

Miguel points over to his left and at a TV camera. Tyson looks over to see that Bryan is sitting on top of the camera as Johnny stands behind it, controlling it. Johnny smirked and pointed to a little red light.

"Whoops, looks like everybody's buddy, Tyson here has just fallen for one of Miguel's plans." Bryan said mockingly at the shocked blader.

"Lets see how he gets himself out of this." Johnny added, smirking.

"I don't want to spoil the ending," Bryan said, sounding slightly bored. "but I have a feeling that he's going to claim that Barthez tricked him into it."

Johnny nodded. "He might go for insanity."

Suddenly two large doors leading to the arena opened and every blader from every team walked out, all of them wearing an expression that was a mixture of shocked and hatred. Before Miguel had confronted Tyson in the Beydish he got the two girls to round everyone up and place them in the commentators box where they had watched the whole exchange of words on TV.

"We heard everything, Tyson." Max said, his usually gentle playful eyes are hard, burning with intense hatred.

"You… you bastard!" Hilary cried with tears in her eyes. "How could you do something like that, after everything…"

Tyson looked at each blader there and saw nothing but hatred, hatred directed towards him. There simply wasn't a single person in this arena that didn't hold anger and disbelief in their eyes. "You tricked me." He accused as he turned back to Miguel.

"And you fooled everyone else." Miguel's reply was as cold and hard as ice. "Think of it as pay back."

Tyson said nothing but glared at Miguel and everyone else.

"Give me the antidote now, Tyson, you've lost. Everything." Miguel said as he took a step forward.

Tyson back away, his hand going to his pocket where the small bottle was that contained the antidote. He let his eyes roam over the group again when they suddenly land on a familiar brunette. "Wyatt?" He sneered.

Immediately, Wyatt stiffened, his heart starting to pound in his chest.

"You son of a bitch." Tyson snarled. "You ruined me. Go Dragoon!"

As soon as the words were uttered, Wyatt's heart skipped a beat. He froze to the spot in fear as Tyson's blade flew towards him. He closed his eyes in preparation for impact when suddenly he was pushed roughly to the side and he hit the cold, hard floor.

He opened his eyes to look for the one that pushed him out of the way. "Aaron!"

Sorry about the crappiness of thebeybattle. I suck at writing those, I really do. Anyway, this sequel is slowly coming to an end. About two or so chapters left, I think.

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