Chapter 13: Ryan's question, Kai's answer.
"C'mon, hurry up, the class will start within few minutes, we can't miss it, Hils!" Delia said hurriedly as she jogged her wet feet on the light short carpet.
"Yeah, yeah, they are insane, just because we have Finals today; they are conducting an 'Urgent Compulsory Revision' class two hours before! Great!" Hilary seethed in sarcasm as she wore her top,
"You really need to eat well, look at yourself, you're becoming bony!" Delia remarked, "Hurry up now, Margot already left!"
"Yeah, just over," Hilary wore her white coat and kept a comb and hair band in her pocket, put her stethoscope around her neck, hung her light bag on her shoulder, grabbed a cheese sandwich, stuffing it in her mouth and strode out,
Delia locked their room entrance and they trotted towards the empty elevator. Hilary combed her air quickly and tied them, shivering at the cold weather. She took a hot bath a few minutes before but she regretting that she should have worn a woolen thick top or should have taken a jacket as well. She was feeling cold; she shivered but was glad that she at least properly dried her hair. She had stuffed a small hair towel in her bag for security but didn't wear proper clothes as per the weather.
Completing her sandwich, she took out other clip notes to be revised while Delia rolled her eyes. The door of the elevator opened and they walked out of the hostel building, running quickly through the drizzle to the opposite building, - Their Medical Institute.
They managed to protect themselves from the rain but were panting due to heavy running. They reached their class followed by their coordinator who had come for final revisions session,
"Well, this is the first time in the history of our University that an intensive revision session is carried just few hours before your exams, but with all hopes and predictions, today's paper will be most probably from what all the points and essays that will be revised,"
"Will he stop blabbering and began with revision?" Margot hissed as she frantically ran through the lines of her clip notes,
"So, the foremost important topic you've to be thorough with is Lupus congenital theory…"
Hilary sighed as she searched for the essay. She was feeling unwell and physically insecure and getting a weather phobia. She glanced around and saw how everyone was tensed up giving all their concentration of what was said. It was like they weren't even blinking. Delia was marking the answers only. Margot was revising on her own not giving a darn of the important essays that were predicted to whom almost the entire class was trusting on right now.
Hilary's gaze fell on the glass panels on whose other sides, the raindrops were tethering down slowly. The thunder rumbled, giving signs of a wild rainfall soon. Hilary was already feeling wet. Her top was of thin cloth and the coat was giving less protection. Everyone was wearing thick clothes and leggings and jackets beneath their coats. She seethed in envy.
"Well, that's it, just make sure you're perfect with these, then 60 percentile of marks are in your hands, haha," The coordinator smiled and wished them best of luck before going for another session to another class. The class nodded but there was no noise further. The pandemonium seemed to be dead today. Hilary was getting nausea and she was fuming internally, her face showing clear signs that she was not in her best moods.
She shivered and shook occasionally making sure she doesn't get any more wetter. The bell rang and everyone sighed as they got a ten minutes break. A few students walked up and headed for canteen and snacks while others continued reading.
Hilary stood up and walked out of the class holding her notes. Maybe the cool wind will dry off her clothes. She thought. Her head was hung down and she folded her arms across leaning against the wall of corridor. She can't bear sitting. It was getting wet and uneasy.
"Uhm, are you okay Hilary?"
"Yeah," she answered. She instantly blinked and raised her head to see the second person,
"You seem unwell today. Anything wrong?" Ryan asked,
"I'm feeling all wet, its cold." Hilary whined,
She noticed that he was wearing a thick woolen top, sweater and a coat, looking yearningly warm.
She pouted secretly in seethe seeing him.
"Uhm, your part of month?" he asked worriedly.
"No…" she shook her head, surprisingly not embarrassed,
"Then?" Ryan tilted his head to look her again, hung head better, his black bangs from side swaying for second,
"I took a bath and was late, didn't wear thick clothes. The chilling cold is driving me insane. I'm feeling ugh, cold and sorta insecure…" Hilary said uneasily,
"Oh," Ryan nodded understanding her. By his looks of face, Hilary guessed that he might have experienced this,
"You need to warm up. Stay calm. We have just forty minutes, don't get messed up," Ryan said with a positive smile,
"Thanks," Hilary smiled tiredly, she shivered again,
"You really need to warm up. Did you revise everything?" he asked looking around cautiously,
"Yeah, except neuron dysfunctions," Hilary whined again,
She was really not feeling well. Her clothes got stuck to her.
"I will let you revise it, come with me," Ryan smirked.
Hilary blinked at him but followed him with slight confusion. Ryan unlocked the door of Mr Ark's cabin and Hilary entered inside. He locked the door,
"How did you get the keys?" Hilary's eyes stretched out,
"He gave me few days back to get his clothes and coats for washing and he forgot to take it back. This key is perhaps an extra one," Ryan said softly as he kept them in his pockets. There was a mediocre sized table and a comfortable chair and a cabinet. On one cornet, there was a small table and two old chairs stuffed up. Ryan pulled the small table and adjusted the two old chairs opposite to the table and motioned Hilary to sit. Hilary bit her lower lip and she felt slight chemistry between them stirring as especially because they were alone in a small cabin with no windows and no air. The mild light was because of an extremely small panel on the top of corner wall.
Hilary kept her hands on her lap and sat straight looking at him, he began,
"The MND's are a group of progressive neurological disorders that destroy motor neurons, the cells that control essential voluntary muscle activity such as speaking, walking, breathing and swallowing," Ryan began the answer she has requested, his voice that Hilary found ever so soft, warm and willingly slow. She nodded as he spoke but found it hard to concentrate with him sensually staring her through his black eyes into hers. She understood why this cabin was selected. It had no source of external air. It was little warm.
"Normally messages from nerve cells in the brain, called upper motor neurons are transmitted to the brain stem and spinal cord called lower motor neurons," he continued. The air around for Hilary grew thick and uneasy. She was feeling a little tensed up as he spoke, suddenly craving him.
She quivered at the thought. Ryan paused, his lower jaw slightly hung down.
"Is everything okay? You still feeling cold?" he asked innocently, his eyes blinking softy. Hilary was highly attracted to him right now and she was keeping her best ignoring him. She didn't look at him and half-pretended to squirm. Not knowing what to say, she lied,
"Yeah, I guess," she said nervously,
"Phew…" Ryan sighed and instructed her to stand up. She gulped but obeyed. He walked towards her in the extreme small space. She breathed in gasps and moved back as he came near her in extreme proximity. Her feet trembled as she moved few steps back staring at him in fear. His face as fine and he calmly walked towards her and pinned her to the wall. His well-built body pressed against her tiny figure and she immediately felt the heat developing in her body. He serenely placed his arms on her shoulder enveloping her in him.
"Are you okay now?" Is it warm?" He asked sincerely,
Her whole body seemed to be blushing at the intense contact and she was more than burning. She was turned hot and her face was buried in his well-toned chest.
"Upper motor neurons are also called as corticospinal neurons. When there are disruptions in the signals between the lowest motor neurons and the muscle," His voice was infectious to the brunette and his voice came out husky, his breath warm and addictive- he might have not known. She still doubted if he genuinely wanted her to help or was taking her advantage and doing it knowingly.
She clutched his jacket-front and tried listening him. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to sink in his ocean of warmth and embrace. Her body gradually warmed up and she no longer felt uneasy due to wetness. After like when there were fifteen minutes only left for their commencement of exam, Ryan stopped revising and looked down at her. His eyes blinked as he noticed how buried she was within him,
"Hilary…" he whispered,
Her breaths were deep, like she was sleeping. He gave a slow gasp and shook her lightly. She opened her eyes,
"Did you sleep?" he asked incredibly,
"Uh, I-I" Hilary was clearly embarrassed, "Nay… I haven't," she giggled nervously,
"Well," he knew she was lying but if she had slept, it must be because of her tiredness- he thought. "So, I hope you're ready for the exam." He asked looking at her, still so close. Their faces inches away,
"Yeah," she smiled softly, her eyes dreamy, "Thanks. I'm fine. I will do well, hopefully," she answered, her voice unsure,
"You will do fine," he ensured, giving a soft infectious smile. His arms still enveloped her shoulders and the heat of him still radiated in her,
"Thanks, we should go before Prof Ark comes and find us," Hilary swore she hated when he said that, Ryan immediately let go off her, rubbing his head sheepishly, "You're warm, is it?" he asked to inquire.
"Yeah, thanks." She smiled and he headed to unlock the cabin. Hilary's head was in complete denial. She didn't even remember half of the essay he'd revised for her in this warmth. Her mind replayed the scene of their body contact. He didn't even hesitate a bit. Hilary felt the sudden pangs of pain.
The tension in the air from her was on verge of blasting. She was feeling to cry like and go and sleep. She couldn't believe that she was going to write her exam in this tension.
"What happened? You look a little faded out?" Ryan asked worriedly, "I warmed you so you'd feel better before exam. You look worse," he blinked worriedly,
"I'm fine," Hilary hissed
Ryan smiled sadly at her. He stopped walking. Hilary felt it and she turned to him. He removed his coat, removed his sweater and handed her his sweater. He wore back his white coat.
"Take my sweater. You can use. You can give me later." He smiled.
Hilary felt her heart racing. "Yeah," she nodded simply and kept a hard check that she didn't blush or looked a nervous wreck.
"You have become thin. I've noticed that," he said gently as he resumed back walking,
Hilary looked at him and walked behind him, their allotted Examination hall which was the same.
"W-When did you notice," she asked cautiously,
"A few days back," he said calmly,
"Precisely when?" she urged,
"Hmm, "he kept a finger on his chin, "The day you came on terrace, I guess then," he answered knowing that this little secret notice has been revealed on her.
"Oh, okay," she mumbled, wearing his sweater as they walked.
"R-Ryan…"
"Hn?" he glanced at his shoulder, his deep eyes slightly spotting her.
"Uh, nothing," she said back. Hilary sighed as she realized how nervous she had become around this guy. She was so bossy and extrovert, but that was long back…
"Hmm, still nervous?" he asked and they entered the hall,
"Y-Yeah, I guess," Hilary seethed,
"I'd worked the entire night yesterday on those essays and now, I'm way too tired, but I'm still not nervous. You should be fine too, Hils," Ryan patted her as he walked past her allotted bench to his own.
"Right," Hilary said with determination.
She nodded. "I will do fine." she said strongly.
"That's the spirit," Ryan whispered with a wink. The invigilator has walked in and there was a general silence.
Hilary silently prayed that her mind doesn't go blank seeing the paper.
She cringed mentally as her hand took her question booklet handed by the invigilator.
Hilary silently cursed seeing the first question: Neurons Dysfunction. She smirked hysterically to herself.
Great…The best question ever I've revised…
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"And here we come once again! Everyone! Are you ready? Because in few minute we are gonna witness an exemplary combination of two cool bladers! We have Kai from G Rev! And Robert from Majestics! Why do I feel that this is going to be unbeatable match till now!" Jazzman started almost enthusiastically, seeming more excited than before.
Everyone was quite eager to see this match because there haven't been a match between Kai and Robert who both are awesome and your cool bladers!
Robert's purple hair had darkened a little and he still possessed that flail shaped Beyblade launcher. There was some reason why Kai was curious in defeating Robert. Tyson had a slight prediction of this question but he didn't want to think about it.
The beydish is cylindrical, with its bottom being the size of regular large plate. The same went with its upper opening. There was constant wind oozing out from its curved sides alternatingly. Everyone wondered how they would launch their blades.
"And! If you fail launching your blade properly and it lands out of the dish, you lose on the spot!" Brad said,
"Hmm," Robert was calm and took out his blade.
"Bladers! Are you ready!"
"Three!"
Kai inserted his blade in launcher,
"Two!"
Robert did the same.
"One!"
Both the bladers launched their blades simultaneously, Kai's blade saved through borderline from being kicked out at its opening start.
Kai mentally seethed. He will pay.
The blades crashed lividly one against other as they made their way to the bottom. The constant hot air irritated the blades and they repelled their directional vigor. Kai was in full vigor and he was fuming because of the irritating wind rejecting Dranzer's vigor quite opposite. Robert stayed calm. It seemed he was studying the wind directions and when it came. He simply allowed the vain efforts and attempts of kai to knock Griffolyon.
After few minutes, Griffolyon started attacking Dranzer and his heavy blade proved difficult for Kai to deal with. Kai seethed as Griffolyon effortlessly knocked Dranzer and Kai still had less idea about wind directions which were tough to predict and study in such a short time. He regretted not studying them before. And there was no use now since he wouldn't be able to study with Griffolyon in its active fury to knock Dranzer out.
"And it seems like Robert is back! Griffolyon is giving Dranzer no time to stand up! This seems a majestic battle!"
Looks like I've to call out my attack! Kai seethed; his bangs swirling in angst.
"Dranzer! Fire Blazing gig!" Kai roared throwing his hands in air. There was fire arrows shot everywhere carried against the directions of wind current.
Wow! The fire gig did against the wind.
Griffolyon remained impervious initially but slowly got affected by constant fire arrows. Griffolyon shrugged the attack and moved in counter fury. Luckily, for Kai, the wind currents were no longer a stone in the way.
"Griffolyon! Wing Dagger! Now!" Robert order and the entire dish got covered with the fury and opaquely. The heaviness was an advantage for Robert to fight the wind current and Kai's fire arrows.
Kai moved back and kept a protective arm on his face. The blades did quite crashing and swirling which remained invisible from outside.
Few seconds later:
The fury died down and both the blades were soaring up due to inbuilt pressure. Out of sheer luck, out of two both equally weakened blades, Griffolyon slipped from the edge of the opening.
"A-And, and it's over! Kai managed somehow to win this match!" Brad yelled.
Kai shot a death glare to him at that statement and the guy scratched his hair and nervously blinked.
"Well, that was a coincidence that Griffolyon slipped. Robert wasn't concentrating at that moment, I guess," Daichi said with a sweatdrop,
Robert picked his blade and walked to his team, Enrique giving him a sympathetic smile and Johnny giving a boring look,
"It just happened. Even I'm not able to believe," Robert said a little taken away,
"Its fine, Robert," Oliver said ensuring him,
"I'm going next," Enrique said with a nervous smile,
…
"So, Ray, you know right," Kenny asked. Ray gave a firm smile to Kenny and Max winked him with thumbs up as good luck. Tyson just shrugged, he was reluctant to tell anything. He just looked at the dish when Ray's eyes travelled from Max to Tyson.
"I will beat Johnny, Kai." Ray asserted as he walked past Kai.
Kai nodded mentally.
"Wow! We will be having Ray VS Enrique!" Brad said to Jazzman,
Enrique prepared his sword and shield like launcher and Ray inserted his blade quickly into the launcher,
"Go!"
The blades were launched immediately into the same beydish.
"I've the idea now how to beat you after watching Robert! You are over!" Enrique said confidently,
Ray just frowned at him in angst. Ray followed Robert's trick. He spent time studying the reversed timings and directions of wind currents. Enrique sensed that something wasn't right and Robert gave no aid.
"Do you think what I'm thinking?" Kenny asked to Tyson,
"I guess, Kenny. " Tyson said, his mind preoccupied at the beydish.
"Robert is not even advising that fool!" Daichi spat,
"Right," Max sighed,
Within seconds, Ray powerfully kicked out Amphilyon, which landed straight beside Enrique who was left gasped and taken aback.
Ray was way too fast in studying the wind currents and quickly finishing the battle in the subtle way he can. Robert glared at Enrique, who was in panicky and bewildered states,
"T-That was quick! And it's over! G-Rev wins this battle! Ladies and Gentlemen! Please give a big applaud for G-Rev!"
"Seriously, Ray was way too clever over there," Tyson said, his jaw hanging down in surprise,
"Hn," Kai smirked. Ray snickered silently as he made his way to his team and was greeted with cheerful Max and Daichi who hugged him. Ray sweatdropped but laughed,
"Congrats, Ray" Tyson smiled too,
Ray nodded lightly but sat on the bench. Tyson side-glanced him.
…
"We have the entire day left," Kenny sighed.
"Yeah, Chief," Tyson said relentlessly as he watched the battles of newbies amateurs sitting beside Ryu who was half asleep. Tyson lowered the volume seeing how much Jazzman was roaring all throughout and he didn't want his grandpa to be stirred up. He silently and carefully moved from Ryu's side and sat beside Kenny on the floor.
"Have you seen and memorized all their moves and strategies they played in their previous battles, Tyson?" Kenny asked as he entered some urgent data in his laptop,
"Yep, Chief. I am watching them for the second time now." Tyson said tiredly as he watched some codes and slang appearing on the laptop, "Those thirty bladers! My head is spinning after watching their absolutely boring history of blades and matches," Tyson said jadedly, "Launch their any ten blades against Dragoon and I swear they all will be knocked off," Tyson smirked,
"Don't be cocky. I'm sure, the best and the unbeatable combination will be selected. Phase 2 will be a dangerous surprise as per my prediction," Chief expressed,
"Do not scare me, seriously. I'm already scared of the many trivial things happening." The blunette warned,
"Oh gosh, its look like the next world Champion is scared! The world's falling!" Kenny said in a pretentious tone,
"Kenny!" Tyson barked, "This is way too much!"
"Haha, seriously dude, since when did you got scared so much from Kenny's typical advises?" Max snidely commented jerking his arm over the champ's stomach.
"Argh, I hate when this happens. Look, there is a fair and probable chance that those organizers of battles WILL select the worst combo of bladers ever and we have a big deal ahead within team," Tyson grunted,
"Uhm, what's that deal," Max's chirpy face turned pale lightly,
"Phew," Tyson gave a tired breathe, "We will anyway win the Phase 1. Everyone here knows that. The real problem lies with sequencing the bladers for Phase 2." Tyson hung his head down,
"Y-yeah, I'm sure Kai, Ray and even Daichi want to be the pro-champ, to appear in Phase 3." Max sighed in dismay,
"What about you?" Kenny asked bravely,
"I'm fine not getting into the fight of the P2 and besides, there is already lot of problems around,"
"Yep," Tyson nodded, his head still down,
"Let's everyone decide one thing." Kenny suggested, Kai and Ray walked in the cabin the precise moment, "Let's everyone agree for one person who will be sequencing the three bladers for three rounds of Phase 2 and we have to agree for that," Kenny smiled,
"Yeah, that's fine," Ray said,
"Hn," Kai nodded lightly,
"Well, who will be that person anyway?" Daichi asked as he stopped playing Tyson's old video game, tired after constantly losing the car race and finally speaking up,
"Hmm, that's again the very much question," Kenny thought, The worst question, probably because I'm so clueless.
"How does Hilary sounds?" Daichi suggested,
Tyson coughed his drink hearing Hilary. Everyone looked seriously at Daichi,
"Firstly, Hilary is not here," Tyson said in hiccups he was suddenly getting due to the drink,
"Secondly, she is way too busy in her studies that I doubt she will watch the entire thirty battles of those newbies, study them and wait till the day of revelation of the three bladers for the three rounds of phase 2 to us and allot us," Max said with a cross appearing on his forehead,
"Exactly," Ray agreed,
"Then who will do this job for us!" Daichi wailed,
"Hmm, I was supposed to do this actually," Kenny said it quite frankly,
"Hn?" everyone looked at the spectacled brunette in quizzical-ness. He was right. Kenny made decisions regarding their battles and strategies. So he was the most appropriate person here to arrange them or in short, predict the pro-champ.
"What I think is…" Max muttered, but then looked at them boldly, "Tyson or Daichi accordingly should go for round three. That's because, in Phase three, no matter who wins, the World Champion will be from our team, that is either Tyson or Daichi." Max ended and looked at them hardly.
Ray glared; Kai gave a tired, uninterested frown while Daichi nodded chirpily.
Tyson didn't say anything.
"Uhm, yeah, I guess," Kenny mumbled. "WE aren't cent percent sure that the title will stay in our team no matter who holds it. Max's idea IS clever." Kenny asserted,
"You don't trust us?" Ray shot.
"It's not that Ray! You aren't exactly sure if you will beat Lee and… Kai…we can't exactly predict that this battle will definitely not lead Tala take the title." Kenny protested,
"You're not interested, Max?" Ray asked,
Max nodded a no,
"Fine, so that means we have three bladers here competing currently in this room for P3." Ray's voice was clobbering seemingly, "And this will be settled soon…with a VALID reason," Ray looked at Kenny with livid eyes,
Kenny quivered internally but nodded, "Alright, three bladers competing in sense you're meaning Tyson and Daichi interchangeably," Kenny said distracting his gaze from Ray and looking at his laptop screen,
Tyson was carefully listening them. He didn't fight for round three yet. He was curious in knowing their opinions.
"The setting of the bladers will be done fairly based on amateurs that will be appearing sequentially in three rounds declared to us after Phase 1. Settled," Kai answered finally. More like declared.
A/N: Thanks so much Misty for the reviews! Thanks to other readers as well! Hope you liked the chapter! REVIEW!