A Champions Crisis~
.TyKa.

"Mr Granger, I don't know how to tell you this, but what you are experiencing right now, are identical to the symptoms of a nervous breakdown." The doctor spun around from his desk to view the champion, "You need to talk Tyson before you self destruct. What exactly has been bothering you?"

The tension in the atmosphere suddenly became rigid and Tyson quickly found it difficult to breathe. His chest was tightening yet his muscular figure was going numb. He really didn't know what to say to the doctor, instead, he just glanced over his shoulder to look at his team captain.

But Kai didn't have the slightest ounce of sympathy in his stern facial expression. The Hiwatari knew that Tyson was the only person who could set himself free from his own toxic mind, especially as he got himself in to this mess in the first place. Tyson was solely to blame for this. However to watch his most worthy rival destruct so easily was something that did concern Kai, he did honestly believe that Tyson was so much stronger than this.

So what happened?

"You cannot go another day without eating something Tyson."

The blond American sliced his ham and mustard sandwich in half and then pushed his plate across the table to offer it to his best friend. But the more he observed how Tyson would gaze at the sandwich in disgust, it kinda put Max off the thought of eating too.

"Please, Tyson, have a bite."

A twitch then pulsed through the champions figure and his mouth suddenly started to dry up. He placed his opened palms onto the table and his closed tightly. "I just can't Max. I'm not hungry." Tyson answered with his stomach wrenching uncomfortably.

Unsure what to say, Max then placed his half of the sandwich down onto the table too. It was devastating for him to see how his best friend was self destructing so easily. 'What has caused this?!' - He asked himself in his mind with his innocent blue eyes fogging up with sympathetic tears.

But before the Draciel wielder could mutter a single word, Tyson had already sensed the dramatic change in the atmosphere and it gave him the kick up the ass that he needed to comfort his emotional teammate.

He quickly piped up, "Max, I am fine, I promise..."

"No you are not!" Max fired back with his head lowering towards the table, he couldn't watch Tyson's reaction for much longer because it was driving him up the wall. "It's not like you to turn down food, never mind reject it for a month! Tyson, you are ill. Why don't you talk to anyone? We want to help you."

Opening his eyes to fix them on the sobbing boy who was sat across from him, Tyson bit down onto his lower lip and he picked up the sandwich in his right hand. Yet when he raised the portion to his mouth, it felt like his stomach had rejected the food before he had even taken a bite.

A violent urge thrived through Tyson's inner build and he released the sandwich from his hand. "Urgh, this is so annoying!" He grunted whilst slamming his left fist against the table. He really was losing his cool right now.

And all Max could do was jump at the unexpected bang, then watch his best friend have a temper tantrum. But this tantrum was slightly different from all the others that he'd witnessed in the past. Tyson was slowly breaking down and his words came directly from his raw and throbbing chest. It shattered Max's little heart to watch his champion express his concerns in such a broken tone.

'Oh Tyson, what is wrong with you? Let me help you.'~

"People must think I love the idea of me skipping my meals. Well, do you know what? I hate it. I honestly fucking hate it. I want to go to an all you can eat buffet and stuff my face without feeling guilty about how much food it takes me to fill me up."

"Uh..." Max sat up straight and tilted his head aside, "What?"

"People think I am doing this on purpose. Like they must think I love the idea of all my clothes getting too big for me. They must think I crave their pity because I haven't got the energy to beyblade train properly!"

"Tyson… calm down… I was just trying to help you..."

"The next person to tell me to eat is going to get a smack around the head because I cannot take all this pressure anymore! I will heal in my own time." Just as that last statement echoed within the air, Tyson got up from the table and stormed out the room to head to the bathroom. "Urgh, I just can't hear that phrase anymore. 'Eat something Tyson.' It's driving me crazy!"

Unaware of how loud his desperate cries were, Tyson could be heard through the entire premises of the dojo. Thus he caught the attention of his other teammates who were sat outside on their lunch break.

Rei lowered his fork in to his salad and shifted his caramel eyes over towards Kai to witness his reaction. Strangely, the Hiwatari had done exactly the same thing as Rei – they exchanged looks until Kai had closed his eyes again.

"When he calms down, I think I am going to have a chat with him." The Drigger wielder spoke calmly with a hint of sourness. "I will take him to a meditation session or sit with him in his spa."

Kenny picked up a cloth from the decking floor to wipe the oil from his hands and replied to Rei, "I wouldn't bother wasting your time with the whole meditation session Rei. Tyson isn't one to have patients for that type of relaxation and it will only annoy you. Tyson just needs some space so he can find himself again. He will probably talk when he's ready." He explained, trying to be the voice of reason on everyones behalf.

But sadly, not everyone had the tolerance for this behaviour. Rei was worried, yet Kai was losing his temper (despite that he wasn't showing it).

"Hm, you may be right Chief. But have you seen how much weight he has lost? The guy can practically fit another person in his trousers now..."

"Did you not hear what Kenny just said?" Kai bluntly interrupted, "Tyson will not listen to whatever you have to say. So stop wasting your time and keep training."

Everyones head then turned over to the familiar face who had chose to amongst them on the decking floor. His eyes were swollen, yet his cheeks were pale. "I don't think it will be a good idea to let Tyson beyblade in the next round of the tournament guys. He's really not well." Max wasn't holding back how he felt anymore.

"He has to blade because he didn't beyblade in the last match either." Kai leaned his head up to the sky and opened his eyes, he then confessed his plan a little earlier than he had expected to "But Tyson is blading the weakest blader on the team, Kevin."