us and him
"Have you ever wanted to kill him?" Tala said.
He and Kai stood together, looking in the sunset-light across the park at Tyson and his cohorts, all sprawled across the grass or on the swingsets or beybattling on the dirt. Amiable and exhausted, physically, emotionally… both. Every one of the 'bladers who'd hung around for the last battle, plus the adults.
Sometimes they'd throw awed glances off in the direction, through the trees, of the fallen BEGA headquarters. Still not quite believing what had happened.
Tyson had found his hat. He lay on his back staring at the sky, smiling to himself. Glowing self-satisfaction, almost as though he could have gotten up if he'd wanted to. But he'd collapsed, too tired. He squinted against flying dust as Daichi's beyblade zoomed dangerously close to his head.
He didn't look ready to lose his good mood. Not even Hilary poking at his wound-dressings prompted protestation. He let her chat with Kenny and Dizzi over him. Listened to Rei and Max, sitting at his sides, chatting over the battle. Argued nothing. Too tired. Too proud of himself and them all.
Kai nodded, "Always." Then added, weary, "But not right now."
Tala smiled painfully.
a/n: "corner of your heart" by Ingrid Michaelson on loop. It's a TyKa song, what can I say.