Death Note
Summary: It's Japans regional tournament, and the bladebreakers are expected to take the title yet again. But, strange disappearances, murders and unusual rumours are being spread. And who's the new kid with haunting eyes that doesn't talk…
Pairings: None
Rating: M
Warnings: Some swearing, lots of violence and horrific deaths, some themes that some people may find disturbing.
Disclaimer: Beyblade and all its characters and products are copyright of Takao Aoki. No copyright is intended, this story was written for entertainment purposes only.
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Tyson sighed in content and took a sip out of the cartoon of juice next to him, letting the tangy, slightly stinging sensation tickle his taste buds. He let out a small noise of delight before going back to staring at the stars.
It was all so perfect as the silvery glow of the moon made dancing patterns over the koi pond and the shapes if white and silver light twirled and fluttered over the dark rocks surrounding it.
For a brief moment, the navy haired teen tilted his head back, his eyes shut in content…only to snap open a second later and stare at his back yard. Or should one say, what was left of his back yard.
The koi pond had been almost drained, and what was left was stained with red from the blazing fire that surrounded the whole place, the small goldfish that once resided in it lying on their sides, roasted and obviously dead. Claw marks laced up and down the edges of the high walls that surrounded his home. The whole place was a-blazed with fire spitting and crackling in large ambers, oranges and reds and letting off smoke back as night. You wouldn't even be able to see the sky anymore…
Tyson was shaking, scared, numb; his home, the place he was brought up in, was gone. Destroyed by some kind of…monster. Tears filling his eyes, he swung round and saw the dojo up in flames. The tears escaped and he ran towards it.
"HIRO! GRANDPA!" As he ran towards the fiery doors, seeing silhouettes of two forms lying still and unmoving through them, he failed to notice the falling rafters above his head. He screamed, tears falling down his tanned cheeks, reaching out a hand desperately to his brother and his grand-father.
"MAKE IT STOP!"
"Tyson, TYSON! WAKE UP!"
Tyson sat up straight, breathing hard and fast, tears trailing down his face along with sweat, his hand stretched out in front of him. He let it drop down then turned to see why he could feel a weight and presence next to him and turned to stare into eyes of his elder brother. Upon seeing him, he broke down again and hugged him tightly round the waist, crying into him.
At first, Hiro stiffened in surprise then relaxed and upon big brother reflexes, his wound round his little brother and held him return, and patiently he waited for Tyson to cease crying.
After what seemed like an eternity, even though it was probably only five or ten minutes, Tyson finished hiccupping and sniffed, taking shuddering breathes as his brother's hand rubbed his back gently.
"You okay Tyson?" Hiro asked, concerned. It seemed to break Tyson's slight trance and he nodded.
"Yeah…" It was shaky and barely audible, a loosely clenched fist near his mouth like a child. "Thanks…"
Hiro shifted slightly so both boys were comfy and the younger had his head resting on his chest. "What happened? Was it that nightmare again?" He frowned at the small nod he got. "I figured…"
Tyson clung loosely to the tee-shirt which Hiro wore to bed at night, the fabric loosely clenched in his fist as he spoke, his voice normal if a bit frightened and frustrated.
"Why do I keep having that dream…?" He appeared to ask no one in particular, simply maybe the thin air or himself. He heard Hiro sigh. Obviously he didn't know…
In the presence of his brother and the arms loosely holding him; he felt a sense of security, like someone was hanging onto him before he slipped into either insanity or oblivion. He let his eyes slip closed and it wasn't before long Tyson fell asleep, limp against Hiro, breathing in and out evenly.
Hiro shifted once again and, too tired (and the fact his little brother was clinging to him tightly for him to even pry off without waking him) to leave, lay down, holding him loosely yet securely. He grabbed the sheets and pulled them up, then drifted off to sleep with Tyson, both content and their expressions soft with peace.
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At first, everything was blurry, so he shut his eyes again and rolled over, only to roll into another body. Tyson moaned again and looked up to see Hiro lying sound asleep next to him. At first, he almost had a heart attack at seeing his older brother still in bed then smiled. It was Monday; the BBA let him have a day off on Monday.
The navy haired teen looked over at the clock…8:40am. He sighed and snuggled closer to Hiro, his eyes shut. His eyes snapped open again.
It was 8:40…on a Monday morning…and he was still in bed…
"…IM LATE!" Tyson leap over Hiro, who was now waking up thanks to the racket, and hurriedly pulled on his outfit.
His style had changed a bit, his mustard yellow tee swapped for a long sleeved red shirt, and a light long sleeved denim jacket, his grey trousers swapped for matching jeans. Tyson hurriedly brushed his now longer hair into a ponytail, put on his cap and raced out though the kitchen (after taking a piece of toast off the table) and legged it out the front door.
"Bye Hiro, See ya Gramps!" He ran down the road, stuffing random objects such as his keys, homework (which was probably only half done anyway), lunch money and everything else into his bag, toast in mouth.
"Gwis isw wa bad daw!" He muffled out past crumbs and forced his legs to go faster, though he knew…
The wicked witch of the 10th Grade was gonna make him clean up double time.
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Kenny sighed. Late again, as pre-usual. Though, it had been getting worse and worse lately. Once or twice Tyson mentioned nightmares or looked distanced and worried, a look that didn't suit his happy-go-lucky friends usual goofy grin. Well…he wasn't going to be grinning when Hilary was finished with him. Speaking of Hilary, where was she again? Oh yeah…pacing in front of his desk ranting…as pre-usual.
"That immature, lazy, obnoxious… pig! I lecture him and talk to him and practically make him death just to tell him that if the teacher has enough respect to be here to educate and get some intelligence into his thick skull, he should have the decency to at least get here on time and pay attention in class!" And the brown haired girl continued.
The boys of the class sighed. They were sure this time…it was Tyson causing these rants not that time of the month again. Everyone looked up as the door slid open and the bell rang, and Tyson Kinomiya ran through the door and sat at his seat, gasping for breath.
"I MADE IT!" He cheered, breathing hard. He lay his chin on the desk, staring tiredly ahead, then jumped back with a start as two slim wrists slammed their hands down on the desk.
"Only just! Kinomiya, what is up with you lately?"
Tyson sighed, and turned to stare out the window, being distanced again. Kenny and Hilary watched him, waiting.
"I had another nightmare…"
The glasses wearing boy next to him frowned. "What happened in this one?"
"Same old, same old. Except this time, he wasn't there…that kid with the creepy eyes."
Hilary sighed, calm but still ticked. "Tyson, why don't you go to a doctor or something, don't be so insecure!" At this, the navy haired teen glared.
"At least my life story doesn't revolve around that time of the month...did I just say that out loud?"
The class sweat dropped as you could practically see steam coming out of the brunette in front of them. Just as she went to scream, the teacher walked in with a 'ahem', thus she had no choice but to return to her seat and glare at Tyson every now and again. The capped teen could only thank Seiryu and Kami-sama that he wasn't already hanging from the school room by his hair and a mop super glued to his palms. Now, where was that really soft paperback book it was time to catch up on some sleep?
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"NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!"
Tyson sighed yet again and tugged harder on the Monkey Boys thighs. How were they supposed to go meet up with the guys inside if they couldn't even get Daichi to go into the airport? He turned to the others for help.
"Hello! Any chance you might wanna help out!"
"No, you're handling it quit well!" Kenny replied, still typing away on Dizzi, while Hilary smirked before going back to her book. And Hiro…was sitting on the bench, head tilted back with his shades on. Tyson growled. Hiro always used those things as a disguise for sleeping…baka Aniki.
The navy haired boy groaned and with one final tug, Daichi released his grip on the lamppost, sending them both flying. Tyson closed his eyes, waiting for him to hit a wall…only to hear a 'whoa!' of surprise then smashing into something else. They continued to go backwards until they hit a brick wall, hard.
"Sorry bout that!" Tyson got up and turned round to help the person up, only to see a head of very blonde hair and big puppy blue eyes.
His half American, half-Japanese friend laughed cheerfully. "If that's how you greet people after you haven't seen 'em in a while, I think I'll just stay home next time!" His friend let out a whoop of joy and the two teens hugged.
"Max! Man have I missed you!"
"If you two are going to make out in the middle of the airport, at least wear something to hide your face so people don't actually think we know you."
Tyson swung round, smirking, though insulted. Yep, it was Kai, his usual cold hearted self…but then again, if Kai had hugged him or even (Kami-sama forbid) smiled for a change; he'd drop dead of heart attack. He smiled at the figure behind him and waved.
"Hey Ray, Hi Cap'n Sourpuss!"
Tysons POV
"Good to see you haven't changed…though if Kai was ever actually nice or looked happy for a change, I'd call FBI to shoot the menace right through his big fluffy head." I laughed alongside the others, comfortable around them. I missed them, a lot, and they hadn't changed all that much. Maxie was still the blonde shorty, Ray's hair was defiantly longer and Kai…well, I'm starting to think maybe I should call FBI, because he actually looks a lot happier…I think. Then again, maybe I'd be arrested by the men in White Coats if I told them there was a talking statue that fought using a phoenix…
Well, speaking of Icy-sama, there it was the famous glare that said to have killed flowers and made babies cry. Not that I'm scared of it, I've had to live with it for four years after all.
So after a few handshakes, laughs, more death glares (mainly between Hiro and Kai) and screams of rabid fan girls (and boys) of 'Oh Kai I love you! Kai, sign my boobies, Kai can I have your kids!' we set off…well tried…except with one very humiliating moment when a girl jumped out of the crowd and grabbed my butt before running off. Hilary's never gonna let me live it down and I think Hiro's gonna tell Gramps…Birds and Bees speech, here I come!
Normal POV
Suddenly, a mop of green, almost blue hair ran out and tackled Tyson, hard too. When everyone got over the shock of merely blinking for a few seconds after seeing their friend disappear in a blur of blue, red and 'HEEEEEEEELLLLLLPPP MEEEE, IT'S THE ATTACK OF THE MUTANTS!', they looked over and saw Tyson being hugged by…ZEO?
Tyson lay slightly dazed on the floor, before it all came to focus and he realised he couldn't breath for two reasons:
There was fluffy teal hair in his mouth and up his nose and
There was someone lying on his chest and stomach.
"Um…hope I don't sound rude…but you are crushing my spleen…and my bones…JUST GET OFFA ME!" He breathed in deep and looked up, the instantly glomped the person standing there.
"ZEO! Man, how long has it been?"
The braided boy laughed. "Maybe three years or so." Suddenly, he stopped.
"Oh my God…Tyson…you're…you're"
Suspense hung in the air. Maybe as a cyber kid, Zeo could see things they couldn't. What happened to Tyson? Was he one of the living dead? Did he have an incurable disease? Was he secretly a mutant? They stared as Zeo pointed his finger over Tyson's heart, the navy haired teen shaking and sweating.
"You…YOU'RE SHORTER THAN ME?"
The suspense died that day, and they all mourned it by anime falling, and then Tyson strangling Zeo.
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After similar meetings between all the guys (except Kenny, who almost flooded the place with drool when Ming Ming came into view in a white short skirted dress), it was pretty nice. Except the fact Tyson must have had his spleen destroyed and his ribs felt like they'd been in a blender but other than that it was all good. It was nice to see the guys again, no matter where they'd been or what they had done.
Brooklyn had defiantly warmed up to the guys and wasn't sitting by himself any longer. He seemed particularly close to Hiro but that was probably because he spent the most time with the coach during BEGA.
When Tala laid eyes on Garland it took Spencer holding him back round the waist, Bryan and Tyson holding his arms while Ray and Max had a joint effort in on his legs to hold him back from killing the (Quote Tala: MANGY DIRTY PLAYING MURDERICIOUS BASTARD! WAIT TILL THESE IDIOTS LET GO OF ME! I SWEAR YOU'RE GONNA DIE!) silver haired teen, who simply smirking but seemed very close to a nearby exit. The others just blinked, only once before seeing the Russian red head lose it like that.
When Hilary saw Ming Ming, she went rampant and once again lunged at her, in which the whole table (Except for the ex-BEGA teams and the demolition boys and of course Kai) chanted 'Bitch fight, bitch fight, bitch fight', which got Tyson glared at by Hiro and the guys being complained to.
The second Mariah came into view, she almost broke every bone in Ray's body but she didn't. Gary was the officer of that mission and by the sickening crack that made everyone cringe, it was mission accomplished. Somehow, everyone doubted Ray would be breathing right for then next few weeks…
Max was the one who almost killed his whole team single handed with his 'Smuggling huggles shmushes of doom and LOO'…Lack Of Oxygen…
And Daichi…he didn't have anyone. His father dead and his hometown not able to travel with the same spirit he had, he was alone as he watched with a little sad look on his face. He missed his mother…he missed all the people in his hometown. But worst of all, he missed the father who he would never see again unless he died himself. He sighed and walked off.
Tyson watched sadly after the shrimp. Although the kid got on his nerves like a personal stalker service that operated twenty-four houses a day, seven days a week, he had to admit. The kid was brave and stupidly strong. Plus, now that he looked at how feisty the kid is at his age, he even found himself thinking the girly thought of the century and getting the little feeling Daichi could sometimes be kind of cute…in that stalker-ish, creepy, annoying, bratty…oh who was he kidding, if that kid could pull of the cute look, he would take Dragoon and shove it right up his own-
"OH MY GOD!"
That was the cause of Hiro with milkshake in his hair from Brooklyn gagging on it in shock. After managing to suppress his coughs, he stood, a grave look replacing the almost comic one earlier.
"Something's wrong…" With that said, the orange haired teen bolted from the table towards the alley, some of the others soon following whilst leaving the others confused. After turning corners and chasing, they finally all went smack into each other at seeing Brooklyn stiff as a post, standing in front of them.
The teen was paler than usual, which was defiantly something to be amazed about. He was agape in horror and his eyes were wide and terrified.
Tyson was the first to step forwards. "Brooklyn?" He asked cautiously. When addressed blader didn't reply, he tried again. "Brooklyn, what's wrong-?" He stopped…and almost screamed. Lying on the ground before them was Daichi…alive but bending over something horrifying. It was the body of a young woman. She looked as if someone had taken an axe and swung it down upon her open mouth and had stopped it just an inch before it cut all the way through. Her legs were missing and were literally in ribbons of flesh around her. She was covered in blood, but there were no finger marks or signs of struggle.
The whole gang stared on in horror, some having problem holding back whatever they'd eaten or drunk. Suddenly, Tyson felt the wind whip past his head and as he turned it, the face of a young boy floated before him, so much blurred he couldn't see the features, and with it, came a whisper;
"I'll be waiting for you; they say all dreams come true. But not all dreams are good...now are they?"
The navy haired boy visibly stiffed and shook, he griping his head in his two hands, drawing blood. Hiro noticed this and ran forwards, holding the terrified teen close, ready to pull him away from the group and turned to the guys who had followed.
"What are you just standing there for?" He barked at them. "The woman needs a doctor, now!"
Fumbling a little, Max pulled out his phone and franticly called for an ambulance, receiving details from Ray.
Hiro took Tyson away carefully and bent down in front of his almost hysterical brother and gripped his shoulders, shaking them slightly. Tyson was shaking, pale, tears pouring down from his wide hazel eyes. He never looked so terrified in his entire life.
"Ty-" Before Hiro could finish, Tyson broke down in hysterics.
"IT WAS HIM! THAT WAS THE BOY! THE BOY WITH THE WEIRD EYES, THE BOY WITH THE WEIRD VOICE, THE BOY WHO I CAN NEVER SEE! IT'S THE BOY IN MY NIGHTMARES! HE DID THIS! HE DID IT! HES GONNA GET US ALL! HES GONNA-." He was cut off by a slap to the face and his shoulders being shook. He looked up into Hiros face, shaking, and one hand over his stinging cheek.
The elder was looking down at him, a stern look upon his face. "Tyson, just calm down alright! Getting hysterical won't help anyone or anything, so keep it together already!"
The younger nodded then gripped Hiros shirt, crying silently and Hiro didn't object, just simply held him until the tears stopped.
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Tyson blocked everything out as he clambered into bed that night. Clinging to the silken sheets, he kept trying to get the mental images of the torn apart corpse and that boys voice out of his head…that voice…
It was so terrifying. It was the perfect voice for a horror movie, a voice that made you feel about three inches tall, it made you feel worthless, it made you feel like shit. It made you feel so scared, it made you feel cold and heavy on you're stomach, like you'd swallowed an ice boulder. It made you want to hide in some foreign place and sob.
But…it was so…peaceful. It was like woven silk flowing from someone's mouth, so smooth, calm, perfect…it was low, almost sexy in a way. But that's what made it so petrifying…to hear that voice was like you were listening to a death rattle…it was like…a requiem…music…it was a-
"Tyson?"
Tyson broke out of his thoughts and rolled over, looking at the bed two beds across from his, one of which was a sleeping Daichi's, (who was still in shock) from his. "Max? What's wrong?"
"I can't sleep…Ray?"
"Me neither…"
Kais voice, for once, joined the group. "You can't stop thinking about that woman, can you…?"
"Yeah…" Was the admitted sigh from Ray, and there was a shifting of bed covers before a dim glow filled the room.
"Guys I…I don't think I…we can do this…I mean, there's a murderer about….we…we can't possibly go to all the matches if we're murdered on the way!"
Tyson went to talk but was interrupted by a sharp, cold answer.
"Max, if you're too scared to face the matches because of one murderous blood-thirsty bastard, I don't think you're good enough to be on the team! So if you want to quit, go ahead! But don't expect to be allowed back onto the team!"
Tyson glared then softened and turned to the usual hyper blonde, who was tearing up. "Max, what Captain Grumpy-puss over there is trying to say, is that we need you so we can win this thing!"
The neko in the bed beside Max's nodded. "Yeah, Max we need you to do this."
For the first time all night, the midget professor, aka, the Chief, spoke up. "We will do this! Together!"
All boys came out of bed and placed their hands one over the other, even Kai, through he was rolling his eyes in agitation. They grinned and cheered except the Stony Captain who simply smiled very lightly at his friends.
Suddenly, footsteps, either Hiros or Talas thundered across the hall, obviously pissed. Quickly, the four boys scrambled into their respective beds and Ray snapped off the light just as whoever it was peered in and was completely oblivious to the stifled giggles. The door closed and the darkness and silence drifted back into the room. Nothing more was said that night.
To Be Continued…
Preview: "Where's Mr Dickenson?" He was supposed to be here an hour ago!"
"Is that blood…?"
An ear splitting scream…
"MAX!"
"Mr Dickenson…he…he's…"
"IT WAS YOU TYSON! YOU DID THIS! YOU DID THIS! YOU'RE THE MURDERER!"