Hello guys. I'm taking a temporary retrieve from my other stories to write this story for you all as a sort of Easter gift. If you don't celebrate Easter, you can still read this fanfic as it does not pertain whatsoever to this holiday. Enjoy the first chapter of "Secrets".
Disclaimer: I do not own beyblades or this show's characters. I am merely a fan.
Chapter 1: Phone call
The Bladebreakers sat in the cool dimness of the dojo's basement. Max and Tyson lay on the floor, playing video games on their playstation2. Rei watched them from a dark blue couch, observing the modern technology with glowing eyes. He had never had electricity at his home in the mountains, so this was all pretty new to him. On the opposite end of the couch, Kai perched, heavily engrossed in a book about world domination.
The sound of clicks and explosions filled the room. Laughter followed.
"Game over." announced the television set. "Winner, player two"
"Ha, I beat you Maxy!" Tyson grinned, thrusting a fist up in the air triumphantly.
"I still have one more win then you do. Hey... what's that sound?" Max asked, hearing a dinky little music tune that cut through the background noise.
"I think that's my cell phone." Tyson replied with a hint of confusion in his voice.
'Who else would call me besides Max, Kai, Rei, Kenny or Grandpa?' he thought before he answered his cell phone.
"Hello?" he spoke into the phone
"Hello Tyson. Remember me?"
Dually aware of his team mates surrounding him, he covered up the confusion in his voice and smiled flatly.
"No. Sorry. How can I help you."
"Meet me at the bridge in thirty minutes. You know which one. I'll be waiting for you, and you better show. Or else." ordered the gruff voice before a click was heard and then static-ridden silence.
"Who was it Tyson?" asked Rei, eyeballing the small phone.
"Uhh, it was just grandpa. He...he was asking me to pick up some stuff from the store. I'll be back in a few. He-he. Bye!" he yelled and disappeared up the stairs.
Max shrugged before turning to Rei.
"I'll play you." Max said.
"Alright!" Rei shouted, oblivious to Kai as he glared from his seat on the couch. Rei was never the one to be loud and extroverted, but that wasn't what was bothering him. What was bothering him was Tyson's vague response.
'Something smells funny' he thought, before returning to his book. He would question the teen after he came back.'It just doesn't feel right. Oh well, perhaps it is just me.' He pushed away the strange feeling and focused once more on the wonderful theories of world domination as a career.
Little did he know how right his feeling was...
It grew darker as Tyson neared his destination. He could see the bridge just up ahead. Question after question ran through his mind, moving him into a state of anxiety and then fear. He stopped as he reached the bridge and looked up at it. He placed one hand on the smooth tan stones.
Tyson turned as he heard a noise behind him. He looked, but saw nothing, so he turned back around, only to be punched in the stomach by a fist that swung down from nowhere. The teen doubled over, falling to his knees, and clutched his stomach in pain.
"My, my Tyson.You certainly have grown.Take a look at me. Lets see if you remember now." said a deep voice, obviously belonging to a male.
Tyson somehow managedto look up from his painful position on the ground. An audible gasp escaped from pale lips as he stared at a perfect mirror image of himself. Except that the man stood six feet, six inches tall and wore his hair in gelled spikes.
"Who, who are you?" he asked.
"That's a shame. Can't even remember who I am. Maybe I can fix that." the man said and grabbed Tyson's right arm.
He twisted it behind his back, earning a whimper from the boy. The man laughed and put his mouth to Tyson's ear.
"Do you remember now? Hmmm? Answer me you little brat!" he yelled, twisting the boy's arm until it cracked. Still, he did not let go.
"Dad?" Tyson asked fearfully. He could smell the stench of alcohol on the man's breath.
The man laughed and released Tyson, shoving him face first into the dirt before putting one size eleven boot on the boy's back. Tyson's father ground his boot heel into his son's back, causing him to hiss.
"Right you are, son. You better keep this a little secret from your friends, or I swear to god I will kill them. Do you want what happened to your mother to happen to them. It's your fault she died, and if you friends are injured, it will be your fault too. Do you understand me?" he demanded, kicking Tyson in the side twice.
His son rolled over, coughing and gasping.
"Well?"
"Yes." Tyson whispered.
"We'll have a little get-together soon. We have so much to catch up on, son. I'll call you when I have the time." his father said, sarcasm turning his words into daggers.
With a farewell kick as a last reminder to keep his mouth shut, his father left, leaving his son sobbing softly on the ground as the night sky fell.
Tyson stood up, wincing as he stretched the skin above his ribs. He collapsed on the ground, mouth open in a silent scream as pain ripped through his body at the impact.
Somehow, Tyson managed to stand up, holding his right side with his left arm while his opposite hand hung uselessly by his side. Tears in his eyes, the battered teen staggered all the way home.
Well, that was the first chapter. And actually, I'm halfway through with the second and third chapters. Don't ask how I can write them simultaneously, but I'm almost done with them. I really like this idea. Thanks for reading. Signing out, Bottlecaps.