Chapter 6- Unexpected Confession.

Flashback:

The savory fragrance of her cookies dueled through the dojo. She baked the cookies with her hands and heart. After she carefully took out the tray of cookies out from the oven, she placed it on the slab of kitchen and went out to call them. But when she came out, there was silence, the untipped silence.

"Huh? Where are they?" she perplexed.

She could see a brunette spectacled computer genius typing on his laptop and a dual haired beyblader leaning against a wall peacefully, others seem to be nowhere.

She looked around for some explanation but all she found was hushed and still silence. She turned to Kenny

"Hey! Kenny! Did you see them?"

"God knows Hilary what's up with them. Suddenly disappeared. At least I thought they would be here till they gulp your cookies."

"Oh my! They are sometimes crazy! Don't get mad at them. They will be here soon."

"Hope so!"

She shifted her eyes to the deep contemplating dual haired beyblader and went towards him. She stood adjacent to him, where he still closed his eyes and knew that she was here.

"Kai, would you like to eat the cookies? I think you are hungry!" she said smiling innocently.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked her in amazement and longing.

"Hmn, Okay!"

"Good! Get in here I'll be serving it!"

With that she left carefully lifting the tray and placing at the bronze brown floor. He ambled inside the silent dojo occupied by the two people, and sat folding his legs, Japanese style, opposite to the brunette separated by the tray of food. He picked up the smallest piece and devoured. She looked at him with curiosity if he would like it. Generally it would be Tyson to whom she wanted the comment and appreciate. He would either cough purposely to taunt her or sometimes admire her cooking skills not flattering for more food but heartedly.

And now she was waiting for some reply from her former Captain. Usually he never appreciated anything, if he was compelled to say anything, it would be just that Hmn, in usual uncaring tone.

"So...how's it?"

He dint answer though his mouth filled with water and his heart skipped with joy. When did I eat such delicious food last time? The answer was clear. Nowhere. It was years ago when I ate cookies that my mom had made when I was five years old, and I relished it, and now this girl, she sure is a good chef.

"It's ….nice, Hilary"

She brightened with happiness; it was rather rare that this cold blader admired someone. She smiled at him and offered him more cookies.

"Eat much as you want Kai, I will bake more for the others." with that, she stood, her mind wondering how Tyson would gulp all her cookies and admire her greatly. She flushed at the thought.

"Hil-ary?

"Huh?"

She turned back at the call.

"Um...nothing..."

"It's okay, you can eat as much as you 't worry about that."

"Hm...it's not exactly what I wanted to say."

"Huh?" she looked questioningly.

He stood up and faced her. She looked at him with confusion, yet calm and patient for the response.

"Can we talk outside?"

"Sure." She answered fathoming the possible conversation.

They headed outside the dojo and stopped at the boundary wall.

"So, what you wanted to say? Is it something about Tyson?"

His fists tightened at the mention of Tyson, he glared at her but slowly relaxed..

"No it ain't about him."

She stood still, bit frightened at the unusual behavior of her captain.

"Hilary, don't get me wrong but I really have very urging important confession to make."

Hilary's heart slumped up and down and she gulped, tensed…He placed a comforting hand on her cheeks telling her to relax.

"what's wrong Hilary...Relax. Just Relax." He said softly rubbing her blank cheek with his fingers. She shivered at the unused contact. What is he doing. He is rubbing his fingers against my cheeks? Am I dreaming? No he can't do doesn't have this stomach throbs and I...I feel that this is wrong. I'm deceiving myself.

"I am ok-ay K-a-i.." she crocked and struck.

What is he doing? I'm really 's always Tyson who often have body contacts and I never felt insecure even a bit with him. I cannot stand someone else touching me like. Please Kai move back don't put me in misery! And what confession he has to a minute! Speaking of CONFESSION? No! This can't be...I don't want to...I'm already undergoing such damn this! Tyson! Come here you idiot! Where are you? Help me out of this! Your friend is gone...something!

"No you ain't. Why are you shivering?" He asked in concern and grabbed her gently; his hands wrapped around her waist and the other hand on her half bare neck, intending to relax her. But he didn't realize that how it was torturing her. She shivered violently...It was the very moment Tyson had encountered the little scene.

END OF FLASHBACK

Tyson stood numb, all his body dead and heart crushed and didn't move. He controlled the urge to kill his former captain from doing this. He was watching everything carefully from safe Max and Ray arrived and discovered the dread. They were staggered and grieved for their friend. They never thought this would felt the pain and were ashamed at the act of yet none of the both knew how more badly it offended Tyson because he had just told him about her, so Kai was not that wrong in their eyes...So this is it! He meant that song for didn't said me this is a shame. I did said him so he should have hold shouldn't be doing this! But Wh-at ab-out hil-a-ry..Does she love him? No this will ruin everything. She can't do this. She can't be blind after all the things I did to what are they doing? I won't forgive you Kai! Never, you were always a jerk! She is mine!

Max and ray exchanged worried glances very regretful about his delay. They were sympathetic and placed a friendly hand his widened his eyes at the scene and his mind gushed and raced through multiple thoughts and fears.

Hilary looked down at his shirt cause there was nothing else down to look out. She didn't have the power to meet his amethyst eyes of passion.

She slowly began, frightened and petrified

"Kai, you shouldn't be holding me like -is ain't right." She mumbled almost closing her eyes..

"Why this isn't right? Why can't I?"

"Because you can't!" she shrilled in pitch.

"Yeah, and you never mind when Tyson hold you anyway, kiss you or do just enjoy it, right?" He piqued in spite.

She shivered once again, and this time more violent that even Kai could feel its intensity, holding her.

"Hilary. I'm sorry...I just wanted to say you that I really love you...and I always will protect you and keep you secure"

He said her with his head on her shoulder due to nervousness, his soft hair brushing her shoulder.

"Leave me. I said leave me!" she said quietly and sternly ordering him.

He unhanded her and looked at her red face with anger and hurt.

"I'm sorry Kai but I don't think that I'll be able to return your feelings."

She said with tears in her eyes that were not because she was not able to give him a positive answer but because she felt that she deceived someone.

She darted away in the dojo and opened the door hurriedly and stormed inside Tyson's room and shut the door without locking it bursting out in heavy hot tears.

It had been really hard for her. She was completely despondent of life now. She didn't know how she was going to face him again. How am I going to face him the next time? How? I feel like guilty over something. I feel like I cheated on Tyson, but why? He never confessed me. I don't think so he will ever do but I can't cease my feelings...He said me he ll never fight with me and lately he had been really kind to me and comforted me many times. I can't do this and I WONT DO THIS! I just made clear to Kai about it! I'm not going to be weak and that's why I said Tyson that I don't want to abandon my room, I know something or the other would come this has to happen, why life is always harsh at me ? WHY? WHY? She sobbed and wept endlessly burying her face in her hands resting on a small couch and sitting on the floor with bent legs for an hour though her hands and legs became numb but she refused to withdraw from that position.

It had been worse on Tyson. He clenched his fist and closed his eyes stoutly tears falling freely from his saw and understood the entire ignored his friends and turned away running endlessly anywhere. No! This isn't happening! This isn't happening! This is never happening! I don't understand! Why? That bastard! I am never going to forgive just wait Kai and see how I avenge you in the beystadium. I'll kill you! You were that creep from the beginning. I thought you changed...but no you would never change. He ran faster without thinking where he would end up, the clouds covered the sky, it was twilight and the wind blew strong. He took several turns running away from the situation and crushed and bruised from inside.

I don't know why, loneliness has come
to meet me again..
At what turn has love brought me..

Is my fight against myself,
or against God Himself,
At what turn has love brought me..

Love is a game of cards,
of breaking and building trust..

Don't know why I think,
that I am an empty road..
Have you lost me somewhere,
or have I gone lost myself?
Come find me again..
What should I promise you again..

I'm a broken musical instrument,
I'm angry with myself,
I'm that voice which is hidden
somewhere in the chest..
Listen to me without saying anything..
How long can the heart bear silence..
Love is a game of cards,
of breaking and building trust..

He ran faster and faster at every moment not minding how it pained his legs or damn cold air swirling around. He finally ended up near the bank of a river. He breathed heavily and sat down on the grass. He frustrated all his anger there

"Why Hilary? Why? Why? Kai?"

"How could they do this to me?"

He bought his knees closer and placed his chin on it seeing the river swirling into ripples because of the light drizzle that started.

His pocket sent a vibration to him. He took out Dragoon from his pocket and looked at his friend. What Dragoon have to say? Can he solve any of my matters? Dragoon! Can you hear me?

Yes Tyson, I can hear you! I'm always there for you, no matter what you chose. But won't you think about your present state of perception one more's never your fault that I perceive cause I respect about her once again…

He stopped and sighted wondering all what actually happened. I fear that I can't return your feelings. I'm sorry. "She was frightened, she turned red, she was not intended nor did she do any such thing. I was wrong about do realizes that he had no right over was right and innocent, it was my fault that I thought. Oh! Wrath!

For every mistake there is a punishment..
If there are sorrows written in fate, some reason forms..
Now all the sorrows are wound up in tears,
Now all the tears have clung to the eyelids..

He sat pulling his knees close so that he placed his shiver bit chin rested on his knees, lowering head so that his navy blue hair nestled his regretful eyes encored in pain and hurt. The red jacket fluttered above the grass perpendicular to waist…The wind blew warm, in contrast to the light drizzle that recently , it wasn't the wind, it was himself that felt warmer than he should, it was the hot blood getting insane and shivered at the little mistake; sobbing in silence, little mourning at the little mistake, sorrowing in slow down, you know how you are hurted, the heart or the window that was crushed, not by a someone, nor by a beyblade but mere words…mere words. Forgive me my weakness, but without you it's hard to survive. He slowly raised his head and noticed the little drizzle not ascending and remaining in its steady state, little ripples expanding in looked at the sky, the pinkishness evident everywhere. He looked at the emptiness all around, there was no one, not anyone, not a bird screeching nor the butterflies was him only, the dead or the pure silence that shouted in his mind breaking him every time when he tried to emptiness ceased when he saw figure noticing him from far, he turned his head and saw a familiar face but he has analyzed her quickly. A red haired beyblader with sad smile and worried locked at him. She gave a forced smile and ambled towards him; he stood up and faced her…

She started noticing the killing silence began to grow.

"Hello Tyson" she smiled

"Salima, you here?"

"Umm, yeah, nice weather."

"Yeah! Guess so"

"So why are you down?"

" I ain't" he lied

"Okay, so why is your face hurt and full of hurt?"

"Just leave me for some time, I need my space, I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

She replied in no annoy and gently sat down on grass her eyes worried much more than his because of…She looked down and closed her eyes and pondered about her grief and less mistakes that she made. He looked at her in innocence wondering what she might be up sat down beside her separated by some distance and looked at the calm sea.

"Are you hurted by certain someone?" she suddenly and politely asked.

"Ah? Yea really..."

"It me, not exactly."

"By whom?" he questions in eager.

"Can't say" she replies in broken tone

"Is your team here with you?"

"Yeah, they are here, we thought to meet you all."

"I see.I'm sorry for your grief." he said in less apologetically

"Thanks."

"I think I will leave...bye, nice chatting with you."

"Tyson."

He turned as he started to walk away and looked at her.

"I hope you soon recover from your pain and be happy again as anyone deserved to be. I hope our lives be not merciless to bestow pain forever." she smiled

He gave a broad smile and walked away..

He ambled in silence looking down not caring how his navy blue hair and jacket streamed racing to wing. He neglected the chilling sudden wind that had a less effect on him.

He reached his dojo and slid the door gently not worrying about his damn expression of sadness. Max and ray looked at him in worry and were thinking to approach him but they stopped knowing him, he needed his time and space, it would be awkward..

He climbed up the stairs and slid open the white door of his room. He entered and closed it carefully. He stood still and stared at the very girl he was all occupied. She saw sitting in folded knees with her head resting on her arms placed on his beret hiding her face and revealing her brunette hair. He slowly headed her and sat on the bed beside her head, gently placing his fingers caressing her. She didn't respond and didn't cease from her position. He tried looked at her bending but she was nestled in her bushy brunette. She was peacefully fast asleep in her numb arms. He stood up and gently lifted her in his arms holding on the neck and waist and softly laying her on his warm bed. He could feel her warmth and sweet enchanting scent that she always had.. He stood staring at her, her blanch complexion that never reduced. She was purely a good girl and her sensitivity was acknowledged by him a few days ago when he came to know she left her home. He never knew the pain of chidings, scolding, taunting, pressure of parents and the unmeant hurt they gave. His mother passed when he was five and his dad stayed away from them and he barely remembers any time of their moments, if they were, it were during the first year of championships. This little teen was burdened at her house with the words and behavior, she resisted with more than she could and eventually this was it..

I'm sorry. I know it was not your fault. I realize how sad you are because of this .I shouldn't have thought about you like this. Sorry! Now I hope you recover from your grief soon..

He went out in his balcony and saw the clouds roaring, slowly commencing the little raindrops that drizzled faster than before, the streets were black and without lights. The silence and darkness gave him a fear. He slowly raised his hands and began to enjoy the rain, the raindrops, fell faster and soon he was nearly drenched in water. He could feel the pain washed away with the rain, tears fell undetected in the rain and he truly relished the sweet raindrops that he swallowed without thinking. Slowly he retreated a few treads back and saw the streets filled with water and the little kids making paper boats and floating on the collected water on their terrace blocking the exit. This night is sparkling, not because it has happiness to give, because the stars shone truly that were visible. Usually they could not be seen as the sky was dominated by the clouds. But those were seen left no reserve in sparkle. He could see a few kids rushing to their homes to avoid being chided by their moms. The rose plants lowered their branches. The pure scent of the wetly mud by rain was enchanting him. He ambled back in his room letting the balcony doors unclose letting the sweet smell and cool or cold breeze prevail till it could prevail.

He sat on a couch and didn't mind about his wet clothes. He simply sat drenching a bit couch and lost in his thoughts. Pondering, pondering, pondering as always, endless…Who could stop. He slowly laid down and later fell asleep..

The lights were unswitched. The doors streamed never daring to crash and create the nuisance and fright. The breeze turned into wind and the leaves endlessly fluttering with momentum. They slept peacefully on the respective beret and couch, encored in pain of past. The rain wiped the tears and hurt to its capability but could not vanish them.

The other bladebreakers were too fast asleep. Kenny worked till late in the night working on Kai's Dranzer and Ray's Drigger. This genius lacked the feeling of sleep and was truly dedicated to his work. Lately he was worried with Tyson's state of attitude, the silence that killed the joyous air in the team. Ray and Max seemed to be worried about something and Kai was, well as he was. Nothing much he felt change in him.

The three bladers in the hall fast asleep wrapped the sheets closer protecting themselves from the hurtling wind, their blades in much warmth. It wasn't a normal day. After all, many things happened, at a sudden and at once.