Chapter: 37- When songs come to help.

A/N: Aww! Thanks so much for the reviews! Thanks to the guest reviewers first! See, that's why I've updated so quickly! ;) I couldn't think of anything better as title for this chapter. I absolutely was enjoying the music on my earphones as I was re-reading this chapter! Love you all!

The streets to his home were clear with barely a person. The streets lights were switched off; they still had some time before gleaming in the utter dark. He could feel the golden brown sky fading as the birds chirped in the high sky back to their homes. The clouds were in cotton balls like the sky was sketched with the magnificent colors that blend innately to which he was numb- coincided with his deep contemplating aggrieved heart.

Nonetheless, he reached his dojo, slid the door open. He could witness a scene that was as follows: He could sniff slightly the little scent he remembers he smelt each time when there was a battle around. The next thought was accompanied by the sight of Hilary who was sitting with her back against the wall and her legs rose to her level of chin that she numbly placed on, wrapping her legs with her arms. She was dressed in usual attire with a royal blue full sleeved tank top and a black jacket and black denims with her hair as always combed. The aura was that of quiet. Her expressions were that of gazing at her knees or toes with thoughts in her head as she tried to retain the neutrality on her features. She didn't notice her former roommate ventured in the hall.

Kai was standing there as well; leaning against a pole near the opposite wall of that of Hilary. His foot was sliding past the other and his arms folded above his abdominal level as he gazed composed and unruffled in his flutter. Tyson could figure out that they sure must have plenty of conversation against him for which he couldn't do anything and like rather he was late. He could make out that the tide was against him and he was just waiting it to hit him hard.

Another occupant included a worried Max who was standing in the center with his face quite sad as he periodically looked at his two friends on the either side and the presence of the Tyson made him a bit hopeful if anything would just break the dead hushed silence.

"Huh?" the champ uttered.

Hilary noticed the very familiar voice and turned her face to look at him and stood up, thus standing, leaning against the wall.

She didn't look at him like she was disappointed with him and that literally annoyed him.

He bit his inner lower lip as his temper flared and he walked towards her. It didn't matter to him if the hall had other occupants at the present moment.

"So what's the big deal?" he asked her in a cold tone.

Kai was listening them but of course he didn't even a bit deviate from his aplomb composure. Max was frightened but he remained calm and listened, after all he was responsible for the entire mess that was created.

"Nothing." She answered looking down. Her heart throbbed slightly as she could feel him stand too near to him and his voice being quite audible and the thought of the other occupants also disturbed her; however she had no choice except not to meet his gaze.

"Oh yeah nothing eh?" he said spitefully.

She trembled slightly as she blinked.

"Seriously you think you are being naïve by just thinking that I had done some crime and your innocent for not being able to accept and listen to a notorious bitchy advice that someone has given you recently!" he raised his voice a little.

"I-"

"You think I am a fool that I don't know anything and just because you feel burdened off, you have confided in someone whom you till recently had fought so hard with your lax delicate hell feelings!" He bent an angle of his head to see her eyes. Kai got raged steadily, yet he chose not to freak her more by involving again- the mistake he did recently. He rather wanted Tyson to repeat it too.

"I'm not-"

He waited for her to complete with his eyes flamed up in envy and stressful anger. She could witness it and it had an effect on her, so she paused, failed to explain him.

"You think you are insecure? You think I would harm you? You think I'm a freak? You think I'm mean? AND what not more you think of me…" he asked in monotonous perfect continuous line that bet her heart like a drum. Yet she stayed quiet.

She wasn't angry at his outburst, but of course a girl whose emotions had been affected by the barbiturates and Amphematzines sure would be sensitive to any little arguments and outburst. That was her weakness she had inflicted on herself and that was the problem between the three most of the times. Unlike how she easily went down and sad by anything, she couldn't be lit up that easily. She possessed the sense of judgment and a mind who judged people often. On her inner side she sure had the most sensitive emotions that she had carefully substituted for a volcano to erupt any moment.

She was kind. She was harsh. She was emotive. She was subtle. She was elegant. She was deceiving. She was the addiction, she was none's rejection. She was Hilary. She is Hilary.

She briefly felt bad for his emotive little outburst but still she was calm, she was controlling well her sensitive emotions and she succeeded. While, Tyson headed with thumped steps towards his captain,

"And you?" he began sarcastically, "You must have really enjoyed telling her what an idiotic pervert I'm in the most influencing way possible. Isn't it?"

The cool captain retained it. He wasn't going to mess up this time though he had so much to spit at him and perhaps a developing strength to injure his forehead whose bandage was still there on his head.

I would rather have crumbled your forehead again so you never dare to speak to me like this and your fucking mind just forget about her.

"Hah! You look so innocent, am I wrong?" he added sarcasm, "I fear I'm!" he said as if scared.

"Huh! Seriously you got such a good opportunity to turn the tides. Wow!"

With that, he turned and glared at his friend who was still standing with her eyes down and walked towards the staircase.

"Better, you both stay together! I would lent you my own room in lieu!" he shot finally with his back facing them as he strode and the female occupant closed her eyes tightly in pain for his words and the captain glared at him, which he obviously didn't see.

"Wait!"

A female pitch voice shouted. He stopped at it. It wasn't Hil's. But it had caught everyone's attention. The voice was accompanied by a rumble of clouds that was now dark, pure.

She was the blader from Saint Shields.

"Mari?" the blonde whispered.

She didn't look at him, the thing she presently held in disgust.

Mariam glared at both Tyson and Hilary as they both innocently tried to read her.

"Mari-" Max said agitated.

"Shut up! I don't wanna hear any kind of explanation for what happened last night!" she bawled in irritation with her head forming thicker lines and her hands almost in fists as if she would punch the poor blonde anytime. Tyson and Hilary walked from the staircase and the wall respectively.

"But, I am not guilty, it wasn't me!' the blonde stated quite worriedly.

"Max! I promise I'm gonna kill you, if you don't shut up!" she motioned her hand swiftly in anger, "I'm not here to hear you!"

"Mariam, what happened?" Hilary asked Mariam mildly as she looked at the blue haired female in fret.

"What's happening here?" Tyson questioned as he shook his shoulder.

"Tyson, Hilary…" Miriam sighed as she looked down.

"Mariam, you don't need to say anything now!" Max cried in frightened tone.

"Like I would listen to you!"

"What are you talking about Max?" Hilary questioned in confusion.

"I assume he must have tricked you both last night, giving those freaky tipsy drinks to you.

"WHAT!" they exclaimed in unison.

Max was scared like he had seen a ghost and his face turned nearly white as he moved back; he found hard to believe that he was going to be displayed guilty to his friends who had been immensely perturbed since the morning incident.

Kai watched them quietly. He wasn't guilty for anything; not even Hilary was going to hold a grudge against him. He was safe this time, yet he didn't want the truth to be unfolded, he rather was satisfied with the unsolved truth because Hilary was having a sort of aloof feeling growing towards her roommate. Like mentioned, he was standing, more leaning towards the pole with his prominent scarf a bit more hanging towards his right arm and his left foot leaning against the right slanting.

"They have tricked me and given me those drink as well and I nearly have freaked out a bit; but fortunately, before I lost my sense and created some shameful scene, I ran away saving my some self-respect and dodged away, but when I woke up this morning-" she paused as she remembered- she regaining her senses and how bad she felt as she recalled what happened last night. She couldn't believe how she was caught in that dirty ploy.

I could remember it clearly. My head ached slightly as I felt the cold wind mercilessly paving through my body building up more ache to already ached body. I got some severe chest pain and I coughed nearly when I got some nausea feeling. I suddenly remembered everything what happened and like I was unable to undo that happened, I wasn't able to stop the tears that got filled in my eyes, however I ceased them successfully as Ozuma strode in. I wiped them as he came there to inspect what happened.

Tyson and Hilary looked at her curiously as she was going to unravel the mystery.

"But then I remembered this morning, that they had given some drinks to you too, so in any case you dint know that your own friends had done this to you, I just came to inform you." She marked strongly, preventing her inner feelings to take her over.

"So- s-s-ss-oo?" Hilary stuttered unbelievingly as she placed a hand to her gasped mouth and Tyson's eyes widened in near stupor and shock.

"It means I was drunk last night?' Hilary said unbelievably as her voice cracked that couldn't be erupted further.

"Sadly, but yes." Mariam answered with sigh as she felt bad for Hilary.

"So did we do something bizarre last night?" Tyson asked with almost shocked and traumatized expressions.

"No not really." Mariam smiled sadly.

"But then-"they mumbled in worry.

"There's something we wanna know what actually happened last night." Tyson said as she looked down and pondered about the little tragedy in upset aura.

"I wanna know that too" Hilary marked as she lowered her gaze.

"I don't know much, but there is one way I can maybe help you finding out."

"And that's what?"

"Love me like you do-This song which was played last night and you sure could dig up your memories if you listen to it." She handed a small recorder to Hilary as she looked at Tyson telling that he could later borrow that.

"I will try listening this for sure." Hilary vocalized slowly.

Tyson nodded and Mariam turned her gaze to Max who was had received the biggest shock of his life.

"I have never thought you would be such a pervert Max, who would cheat not only me, but also play something dirty with your own teammates. I swear if I weren't a little humble, my teammates would have punished you in the most painful way they could."

"Mariam, please listen to me, it was Ray who kept that-"

"Enough Max, keep your nice made reasons with yourself, because I'm not going to be a fool once more."

With that said, she left the dojo with thumped treads, leaving Max with an afflicted heart. The poor guy felt solemnly hurt and down inside. He never wanted to make her hurt or angry this way, nor he had done that misdeed about which she was speaking but it was Ray. Done with that, Mariam walked off the dojo with her stern looks and cold posture that only made the poor blonde more down and despondent.

A confused Tyson and Hilary looks at each other if they have the still opportunity of finding out the last night's details and while they continued stereotypically to gaze at each other, Kai spots them aggressively as he feels their internal problems fading soon enough. Nonetheless, Tyson was the first to break the eye contact and sighed weakly as he ambled off the dojo with his head down, just to go somewhere. Hilary closed the proximity of her lips and viewed about the recorder. Tyson still had sometime before she would hand it over to him because it was an obvious fact that they wouldn't listen to it together, and moreover he needed to clear his head from the tangles of many things. It was also one of the shocks for him to discover that Max has done that to his drink.

I wonder what that tape contains. A song? But how can a song gonna help me get back my memory? I think there is nothing I can do but try it. Hmm. I could see this life blurred with smoke. Why weren't we sober after being high? Dear Tys, is there something I have done to let you so down just like I assumed? Sheesh, we are just a pair of friends with really complicated distances and relations that I haven't been able to identify yet. Wonder if this tape helps me to find out…

She broke her chain of thoughts as her mind shifted to the fact that she should be heading upstairs for the work when she fell a passionate gaze upon her. She quickly turned to see Kai looking at her with sharp eyes. She blinked as he continued his gaze real throughout and she continued her gaze same way which was in lieu filled with confusion. Nonetheless, she broke the glance slowly and climbed upstairs as she clutched the recording with some sort of fear. She didn't even minded Max for what he did, though briefly she shot a glare at him for the moment but currently she was much caught in discovering the thing and Tyson, his attitude and other stuff she had to take care of. She slid the door like she has been accustomed to. What she noticed was the fact that the desk was piled like it wasn't at the night. She wondered why she was noticing that just now.

Maybe we fought over the table last night. She smiled weakly at the thought but then looked at her prominent coach that she had occupied in the recent days when she started staying in his room. She walked with little sigh and took her seat glancing subtly at the tape and playing it.

The coach was pleasantly a large one and she comfortably sat leaning against its back with hers and her eyes simply gazing at the ceiling as she placed the tape on her lap and let the free music to be echoed in her tensed mind - soothing it. The music was starting. The starting beats didn't have a rising euphoria in her heart like it happened previously; rather she was zealing the beat very calmly. The scene could be described as follows. The door wasn't slid back, the balcony door wasn't closed and curtains were slightly fluttering quite seldom. Her memory hadn't yet started reviving. It was just the start till her soul got accustomed to it by and by.

…

Tyson walked through the same streets again. He smiled nonetheless of the thoughts that were violently invading his thick head. He couldn't believe the fact that he once again landed in front of the same Tyhil poster. This time he gazed at it quite passionately and actually imagining the real scene that had taken place. His mind was slowly gushing through the amazing sensation he purely missed now-, the aura of euphoria, never thanked perfectly but taken for granted. He wasn't just sighing when he was gazing at it but also smiling in content; but as he happened to be carried by the crowds of people, he couldn't do anything but landed somewhere deeper in the shimmering streets and could encounter the various pop songs he had heard before. Like his favorite "Closure", his addictive "Love me like you do" and his characteristic "I know". That just made him like he was on seventh heaven; seriously the music had cured him shortly and he almost forgot his little problem he had to solve in regard with him and Hilary. He smiled as he saw a couple drinking a strawberry milk shake in the same bottle, with their respective straws in the corner of a dull lane. He remember to have encounter the same scene a year before that included Mariah and Ray, but right now he didn't dig the sad memories but smiled for his friend. He sighed intently as he pulled off his cap and played with it on his tips of fingers with a humming monotone of some.

I feel like I'm on the finish line of this game. Here comes the Victor. Who is this eh eh eh? Can see her come through the white light with her brunette hair scented in Jasmine and her cologne with the softest breath taking scent, splendid rubies as she causally smirks at the blue tiles laid there for her to choose the prince of her life.

Tyson was shortly day dreaming, carried away by the euphoria of the gleaming glee of the music. He could just read the lyrics in his mind when the latest song was played. He leant against the panel of a blade shop taking the joy of the new song. He could make out quite easily the sweet singer, "Ellie Goulding" and her new song, "First time".

Sure must have Hilary listened this song. Aww my! I just feel like drowning in this music. It's so fucking adorable! I wish if we could be high and sober, never growing old and lovers for forever. I hope it wouldn't be any reckless misdeed to be in a relation.

He was leaning with his eyes softly closed and a foot over the other and arms folded, not like Kai, quite obvious; and his cap in the jerk of his arms lying quite adorably. The passerby didn't interrupt him seeing him enjoy so sweetly at the music. They chuckled and passed by. The shopkeeper knew the prominent champ and he couldn't dare to disturb him. He rather felt like never to change this music. He almost replayed the song for three times and the champ was calmly in the chains of the chanting music.

Everything went perfect, not until a customer randomly switched the music. The champ was woken from his sweet day dreaming and he glared at the culprit.

"Listen champ, this song is on Hiatus!" a girl smiled as she played another song and the shopkeeper sighed.

"Idiot." He murmured before walking off. He was amazed at the variety of Jeans the teen guys were buying and the cosmetics the girls were grabbing. He laughed at the little scene. He was sure Hilary would have made some cute comment on them if she were here.

"Slowly and slowly, you're mine."

Tyson turned as he heard a dialogue on the television in one of the bombarding shops. He gasped at the cutest girl who was speaking it to a prince.

I can definitely claim I have heard this line a few days before!

His eyes widened as he encountered the further lines he have definitely heard somewhere.

Oh now I remember, I have read that in the novel! I have read that with Hils! Oh! How can I forget that! It was so sweet!

He smiled half at the corner of his lips and turned to walk ahead, encountering more rocking and shocking music of the century.

Aw, this place is superb and I just feel like grabbing that girl and go on a dance. He yelled mentally recalling his love.

He sauntered, letting the rising euphoria within him to slow down. A little later, he came across a place where it was free of any music, and he simply leant against one of the panels of a perfume shop, taking the advantage of the newest sweet perfumes to be sniffled. It was a bit for a change, sort of calm.

His peaceful state was impeded with the high music that shivered him and he nearly slipped with an open mouth.

Yo! Here comes the song of the day!

I used to believe
We were burnin' on the edge of somethin' beautiful
Somethin' beautiful
Selling a dream
Smoke and mirrors keep us waitin' on a miracle
On a miracle

Say, go through the darkest of days
Heaven's a heartbreak away
Never let you go, never let me down
Oh, it's been a hell of a ride
Driving the edge of a knife
Never let you go, never let me down

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