Chapter: 2 ~ Where are you Hil?

"Hey Tyson!"

"Oh! Zeo… Is it really ...you?" Tyson looked at the caller who called him.

"Yeah, have I changed these past years?"

"Sure, you did!" Tyson noticed that despite Zeo was not really a human, his brows had widened a bit and his hair had shortened. Overall, he looked good.

"How are you Tyson? I was really happy to see you emerge as the world champ for the third time. Your battle against Kai last year was damn awesome and worth enjoying!"

"Oh, Thanks. I am fine" he forced a smile on his face, because he doesn't want his lone thoughts to influence his conversation with his old dude.

"Hey! Are you planning to participate in this year's championships?"

"Huh? I, um, well, maybe, Zeo, I m not sure...I don't k-know."

"Huh, are you alright Tyson? Is there something bugging you?"

"Well, not really, I am feeling..." he thought for a while. Yeah what actually am I feeling? Why my heart feels so heavy and my chest seems to be overloaded. I feel guilty for something but I don't know anything or perhaps I know but I don't want to know are be aware of it.

"You are feeling what?" Zeo blinked.

"Restless"

"Oh, no problem. You know dad bought a big video game for, not bought, he made himself and its eminently thrilling!"

"Wow! I will sure play with you Zeo, but not now." Tyson whispered the last part.

"Hey it's alright."

"Bye!" Tyson bid him.

Hmmmm, Zeo. It reminds me of those dark days of the second year of championships when everyone was before us to take our bitbeasts and the first time I met those creeps. Dr Zagart. Perhaps he changed for good now, and Dr K, Dr B, the cyber scientist, oh yeah, and the saint shields too. Well, that part was not creepy, they at last befriended us. I wonder if Max misses her, the blue haired beyblader. Tyson always believed that they had some underlying chemistry between them.

"Hey Tyson!"

"Huh?" Tyson turned to see a girl- Hilary's friend precisely, not that he remembered her, no, not even her name.

He was once again impeded from this wondering state. He lifted his face to see who it was. The face seemed familiar but he couldn't make out. He was just disturbed from his trance.

"Don't you recognize me?" she asked

"What? No. I actually don't" Tyson said.

"Hilary!" she sighed, hinting him.

"Ohh! You are Hilary's friend, right?"

"Yeah, you guessed earlier than I thought."

"So what's up? What brings you here?"

She raised her eyebrow. It was not that she was coming to meet him but was just passing by and has ended up facing him, what makes him think that? Well never mind.

"Oh! I am sorry"

"It's okay"

"See you later, bye!"

"Bye"

Tyson stopped suddenly and turned.

"Hey! Wait!" he called her waving his hands in air.

She turned back a little shocked, vaguely irritated and sent a questioning glare to him.

"Did you see Hilary?" he asked with slight panting.

She thought for a while but then replied,

"Yeah, she is in her room!"

"What? You mean in her home, right?"

"I said that she is in her room." she insisted.

"I don't get it!"

"Don't you know?" she asked in a dubious tone.

"Know what?" Tyson's curiosity grew.

"It means you really don't." she sighed lightly.

"Don't know what? Say fast!" he began to grow impatient.

"Well Tyson, you see, actually or maybe I am not supposed to say this to you...but."

"But what!"

"Hilary doesn't live with her parents. She has moved on her own." For good, I guess. She said sadly her face showing remorse and guilt for something.

Tyson froze, he stood thrilled and the words sent down a shiver to his spine. What did she just say? Why? What's wrong with my… Why? Why? Why do I feel that she is undergoing immense down in the dumps and what exactly happened to my Hil!

"Are you alright?"

"Ah! Um, w-when-where is she n-now?" he asked stuttering in his words

"She lives in 12th apartment in a hired room. It's at the 5thB lane from here. You know, beside that chocolate parlor"

"Oh! Thanks- thank you"

He turned and starting pacing slowly and commenced to amble faster.

"Tyson, do me a favor. Please don't tell her that I said you about it. I didn't say this about to anyone. Maybe she will be angry with me, so please."

He smiled and assured her that he won't tell her and left, darting towards her new house or room, whatever she may call.

He took a turn and saw the new chocolate parlor that the girl was talking about. He saw a large apartment, blondish white, oh so bright, wow! He tried to recall what her room number was. But this is Tyson Kinomiya. Oh! Tyson Granger. For him it was much difficult than a beyblattle remember. He thought of the easiest method. He went inside the large building. The ground floor was basically large and there were just chairs, waiting couches and davenports, whatever you may say. He went towards the counter and saw an amber haired lady at the counter with deep black eyes.

"Ah! Can you please tell me the room number of Hil. Hilary Tachibana?"

"Sure. Just wait a minute."

Tyson turned around and ceased his glance on the ceiling which was extraordinary fantasying. There were many people going here and there and each one had something to say. The floor was laid with asphalt tiles laid beautifully.

"Oh, here Mr. Granger, she is on 5th floor, room number 413."

"Thank you,"

He started commencing towards the elevator and began to cruise gently each tread. He ventured in the elevator and pressed the red 5th knob. He could feel his heart throbbing in excitement and fear. Dragoon anticipating his actions. He pulled off his precious basketball cap and held in this hand passing the fingers of his other hand through his hair to soothe and subdue his navy blue hair and comfort his racing mind…

A dual haired beyblader was standing on the top of hillock, his white scarf purely fluttering and flapping around. He was deep in his thoughts and a yearning that was strictly and austerely confined to his aching heart. The bottle green, yet tender grass was growing colder; the air was screaming and streaming all. He had a confession to make, unbosoming his deep buried longing for certain someone though he was assured of the fact that it was already perhaps over. He closed his eyes and his mind formed an image of certain someone, when she smiled, when she fought with the champ, when she closed her eyes, when she looked at him, never with an expression for him that he longed. He was being patient, patient enough to lose her soon, he knew, he was gonna lose her perhaps because…

The red jacketed beyblader paced with trepidation, his heart palpitating and beating at huge rate, there were rooms, chambers, lodges ( whatever you may call) right and left closed doors and quiet abode, the peace and pain! Here it goes, 399, 400…405...409..412…..413 !

He steadily paced each tread, ambling with gentleness and stood in front of the large door. So this is her room, she is abiding here…Hmm...I think I should knock. He curled his fingers and knocked though there was buzzer. But to his surprise the door was unlocked. He gently pushed the door and noticed the large size of the room, or more precisely a little home, no it was a house, not yet a home…

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