Suffocating
Chapter 3 – Raging.
A friendship Fic.
"He's going to set off his anxiety again if he continues..."
"I just cannot believe him right now." The champion interrupted Tsubasa and he rubbed his forehead stressfully. "He is supposed to be learning to control his emotions, not have a fit because he didn't get his way."
"That's Kyoya." The Eagle wielder wriggled his eyebrows and raised his hand up into the air to catch his spinning beyblade. "Out the pair of us, I am probably the last person who he wants to see right now. So I will leave you in his hands."
Gingka swallowed hard and he closed his eyelids for a brief moment. He had to think before he spoke, especially as his companion was still trying to recover. "Okay, I got this." He confirmed and then rushed off to find his rival who had wondered off across the field.
After two minutes of jogging, the faithful teammate caught up to Kyoya and he daringly placed his hand onto his shoulder to stop the lone-wolf in his tracks. "You cannot keep running away from your problems!" Gingka scolded and spun him around to face Kyoya.
"Running away?" The lion wielder twitched and grabbed Gingka's wrist harshly. He was gob smacked at how honest the strawberry blond male was becoming. He really is changing into a leader – Kyoya registered in frustration. "I don't run from nobody Hagane."
"Oh you are talking garbage Kyoya. You just did it." Gingka bit down onto his lower lip as Kyoya's grip on his wrist tightened. The surface of his flesh was bruising and his circulation was suffocating in his veins. "If you don't let go of me, I will send you back to hospital!"
"Is that so?" Kyoya pushed him away and released him. "I am more then capable of defeating Tsubasa, so why should I stand there and take that dishonour to my pride? He's not rival material!"
Kyoya is not taking the loss to Tsubasa very well...
Crashing down to the ground, he landed on his backside with his eyes closed. Gingka then sealed his hand around his swollen wrist for comfort. "Tsubasa was just testing you Kyoya. He wanted to see how physically well you truly are. It was nothing personal, jeez!" The honesty continued to pour out the Pegasus wielders mouth as he was determined to calm Kyoya down for his health's sake.
The African/Japanese male squinted. "Shove your tests where the sun doesn't shine. I am going to train." He snarled and stepped over Gingka to make his way to the nearby woods. Again, he didn't look back once.
"You and your pride are getting on my nerves." Gingka opened his eyes and he glanced over his shoulder to lock his eyes at Kyoya's figure. "After all I have done for you, don't you think it's time for you to listen to me? Just this once Kyoya?"
Suddenly, Kyoya stopped in his tracks and he clenched his fists. He's playing the guilt trip – He grunted and tilted his head to the side. The sad thing is, Kyoya knew deep down that Gingka was right. He did owe him.
"Do you think you can do that for me?" Gingka slowly rose to his feet and he brushed his hands across his backside to sooth the throbs and brush away the loose grass strains. "Come on Kyoya, I never ask for much from you."
"Don't speak to me like I am a child!" Kyoya snapped and turned around to face his rival. It was true that his anxiety was on the edge again. His chest was beginning to develop a sharp shocking sensation as he was getting so worked up about what just happened.
"Then listen to me..."
"I already am you moron!"
Gingka's eyes lit up and a helpless smile flared across his dry lips. He was so relieved to know that his guilt tripping technique was working – Tsubasa was right! 'Never let him forget what you did for him.' That green haired beyblader better get used to this!
"Don't you look at me like that Hagane." By now, Kyoya was twitching and he closed his eyes to bury his wounded pride. It had been a long time since anyone was able to wrap this rebel around anyone's finger. "So, what now? Huh? I'm listening!..."
"I was starting to think you needed your ears cleaning out." Gingka teased and stuck up his thumb in a friendly tone. "Lets go back to the house and meditate. I think Tsubasa has started dinner too. I hope you're ready to clear your plate again today Kyoya."
A huff left Kyoya's dry mouth and he dug his hands into his trouser pockets sulkishly. "Meditate? Urgh." The impatient male was not ready to sit still for an hour, it was so boring!
His next goal? Defeat Tsubasa without killing himself.
A/N: I actually wrote chapter 3 before chapter 2! I generally do think I need to try meditating, but like Kyoya, I am too impatient. Do any of you guys meditate? If so, drop me a comment on what you do and how it works properly – Granger Rebellion.
