Math is evil. So evil. Espescially the finals. Curse you math finals! oh, and I don't own Beyblade
Chapter 25: Two paths
"Uh…wow." DJ came out of his little 'hole in the wall' and saw the intense damage that the bit-beast/Chaos did. Almost everything was damaged but the ring, the beyblades, and (hopefully) the people. "Wait! The battle!" he suddenly remembered. In the ring, where Kai's and Jet's 'blades were battling, only the blue 'blade was left standing. "And…Kai takes the win for the Bladebreakers!"
"What just happened?" Jet asked, still dazed about his transforming bit-beast. Ray helped a dazed Tysa come out from the hallway, and Tysa looked up at the damage. Chaos' words came to her.
Use your power. If you have any.
Guess I caused a little more chaos then intended.
You know what I want…Tysa cringed.
"Tysa? Are you ok?" Ray asked. Tysa nodded, for Ray's sake. She felt that her stomach was still doing flip-flops…was she scared of Chaos? She quickly shook her head to herself.
I'm not scared of anything or anyone…….I'm not…
Because of the intense damage done to the stadium, the rest of the battle was postponed until the stadium was repaired. Tysa was walking down a sidewalk in town, sighing. She still couldn't get Chaos out of her mind: how she looked like her, how she sounded like her.
Chaos…are you…
"Aah!" Tysa suddenly felt an intense rush of pain to her head. Everything seemed hazy to her.
Wha…What's going on? Why does my head hurt whenever I think about…A…That was the last thing Tysa thought before her fell unconscious.
"Tysa…Tysa…" a dream voice called to a younger 3-4 year old Tysa playing with a beyblade. She wasn't shooting it, she was way to small for that, but she was making it spin. She didn't respond to her name being called.
"Tysa…" then the little girl looked up.
Tysa? Tysa herself thought. That…that's not…
"That's not my name." The little girl replied to the voice. "My name is…"
"Tysa?" Tysa woke up to the real, human, familiar voice. She looked into warm brown eyes. "Are you ok, Tysa?"
"Unnnh…Ray?" Tysa felt around a warm bed. "Where…Where am I?" she asked sleepily.
"You're at my apartment. You collapsed in the shopping district." He told her patiently.
"I collapsed!" Tysa suddenly sat up towards the Chinese boy sitting on the bed.
"It's ok." He told her. He pushed her back down. "The reason you collapsed is because you have a slight fever. Didn't you feel warm today?"
Tysa thought about it. She did feel a little hazy this morning…
"You also looked lost in thought." Ray said. "Something on your mind?" Tysa looked to the side.
"I'm fine, Ray. Really." She told him.
"Do I look stupid?" he pushed his forehead on hers. "There's something on your mind. There has been since two days ago. Tell me."
Tysa looked like she was going to tell him 'no' again, but their closeness made her nervous.
"It's…that girl that looks like me."
"Did something happen?"
"It's not that…it's just…I know that girl…but…"
Or did 'mommy dearest' suppress the memories?
Tysa cringed again.
"Well…right now, you should rest until your fever goes down." He moved away from Tysa. "I'm going to call your brother."
"But, wait!" Tysa sat up again as Ray left the room. "I-I can get home—"
"And risk you collapsing again?" Ray looked behind him and narrowed his eyes, making Tysa flinch/blush. She did feel a bit hazy. She sighed and put her arms around her legs.
"Well, just…don't call." She said. Ray's stern look turned compassionate. He sat down on the bed.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because…" Tysa cringed to herself. There were two reasons, both embarrassing to share: she hated when people were concerned about her, especially her family, who would worry if she even cut herself (curse being the only girl!). And…she wanted to stay here with Ray.
"……Well, you can stay here as long as you want."
"Huh?" Tysa looked up to Ray. "A-are you sure? I mean…"
"Yeah. It's fine. I don't have to call, if you don't want me to…" Tysa shook her head.
"No…don't. Please?"
"Alright. Now, rest. You still have a fever." Tysa laid back down on the bed herself and closed her eyes, preparing for sleep.
"Hey, Ray?" she murmured.
"Hmm?"
"Your bed smells good…like narcissus and lotus…"
Tysa had a comfortable dream about being at a pond with narcissus and lotus flowers, while petting a pleasantly mewling little black and white kitten.
Tysa woke up feeling very comfortable. Her first actual good dream in months. Or was it years? She stretched and allowed a content purr. Ray wasn't in the bedroom at the moment, and Tysa decided to look around from her spot on the bed. The bedroom was in an Oriental fashion that oddly made Tysa feel at home. She looked through an open bathroom door to a mirror. At first nothing seemed wrong…
"Eee!" she let out.
"Tysa?" Ray came through the room, hearing the cry. "What's wrong?"
"My eyes! They're cat-like!" Tysa cried. "But—but I haven't been fighting or anything…just sleeping!" Ray thought for a while.
"They never changed in moments like this before?"
"No! They never—" Tysa cut herself off when Ray got close to her.
"You never…relaxed before?" His voice almost sounded whispering.
"Well…" Never relaxed? Tysa thought for a while. "I…" Ray got closer to her until their lips were centimeters apart. "Ray…what are…" Ray put his lips on hers softly at first, like his usual kisses, but became more…possessive. Tysa felt a purr come up from her lips. He pulled Tysa's body closer to his, until there was really no distance. She purred again, and he purred in response. Tysa felt her body pulsing…
Ray released her mouth just went she thought he wouldn't. She looked through half-opened eyes at Ray's now golden half-opened eyes.
"Your eyes are silver." He whispered.
"Your eyes are gold." She responded as softly.
"……Tysa?"
"Yes?"
"Can I kiss you again?"
"……yes."
Sitting a dark BEGA room, Chaos looked through the only window in the room. The moonlight was the only light in the room, the only light that Chaos felt comfortable with. She remembered her confrontation with Tysa. She had almost remembered her as well…then that cat interrupted. Chaos allowed a sigh. Humans were no fun to play with to her; they would always act the way you tell them. Tysa was the only fun one to play with recently, but she was still having compulsions. And Chaos may be…'chaotic'…but she rather face a well opponent than a sickened one. She sighed again and took her black and silver beyblade out her pocket. Unlike its counterpart's bey-spirit, it's wings were black and would summon dark versions of the bit-beast. These dark versions were naturally more aggressive, but Chaos could keep them under control. But she couldn't mess with bit-beast. No human body whatsoever. If only there was someone that was half-dark, half-light, like Tysa was, to tease with and have fun…Tysa's memories of Tyson's letters came to Chaos' mind. She thought for a bit as all the dark bit-beasts came to her head. She smirked and looked at her bey-blade. Tysa might not be the only fun one to play with…
That must have been the longest paragraph I had wrote in this entire series. And it took me what? Twenty five chapters to do it? Aah! Twenty five's a number! My head hurts again...
Mizuki Sakura