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So we're all here finally at chapter 40...Thank-you to all the amazing readers who come back week after week!

Thank-you to Tyka's Flower, Little A Granger, Violet Hiwatari, beygirl1234, , CorynofHoole and Soumita for reviewing!

Thank you to Demons of the arch angel for beta-reading and editing for me! You've been such a tremendous help!

On with Episode 40...Tyson's death!

Warnings: Yeah...you won't like me...


Kai's eyes fell upon the unconscious boy. Tyson trusted Dragoon more than anything or anyone else. "Fine." He walked back to the bed and grasped the sword and it turned a bright scarlet. He could feel Dranzer's gentle reassurance. Raising the blade, he held it up over Tyson's broken body and forced it down with all his might. A sickening crack resounded through the room as the blade pierced through the ribcage and right through the beating heart.

Time stood still...

Crimson liquid spilled out of Tyson's body as tears fell down Kai's painted cheeks, splashing onto the hilt of the sword. The heart-rate monitor flat-lined; the sound making Kai's mind go haywire as he waited, the white sheets were rapidly turning red.

Kai stared at the pale face, with hopeful eyes, searching for any signs of life to return to the boy who had brought so much meaning to his existence Anxiety crushing his heart with every second that passed, as the sound echoed throughout the room, drowning out his thoughts.

10 seconds.

20 seconds.

Kai broke. "What have I done?!" he sobbed. Body trembling, he fell to his knees. His hand went to his mouth, he felt sick with grief.

The blade suddenly glowed red and transformed into a small ball of white light and it disappeared into the broken body. Slowly, the wounds were sewn together with light, colour returned to tan cheeks and beautiful brown eyes opened.

Tyson started coughing.

Kai hurriedly removed the breathing tube from down his throat.

"Cough, Cough...Thanks man. That did not feel good." Cinnamon eyes took in his surroundings. "Hey where am I? Kai? Woah, are you alright buddy? You're crying!"

It was true, fresh tears had started falling down the Russian's cheeks, overjoyed that the Sword did in fact keep its word and Tyson was alive. He narrowed his crimson eyes. "You idiot!" He punched the teen in the face. "What were you thinking?! Taking on both of them at the same time?!"

"Ow!" the Japanese male rubbed his cheek. "Well I beat them, didn't I?! Shattered their blades into a zillion pieces! Besides, what was I supposed to do? Let them get away with almost killing Max and Ray? You did heal them right?"

Kai's eyes narrowed. "Of course I did, but were you just going to sacrifice yourself, like your life meant nothing?!"

Tyson became silent, a solemn expression darkened his features, and cold fear washed over the former Captain. "Kino-"

"I wasn't thinking about any of that." the teenager said softly. "All I was thinking about was making those guys wish they had never been born. I got so into the battle that I just didn't realize what was happening to me. Sure, I was in pain, but somehow I managed to block it all out."

Kai sighed. Same ol' Tyson. Beyblade above everything else. That's half the reason he had fallen so hard for the midnight haired angel in the first place. He was just as crazy as he was. "You're hopeless."

"Says the guy who battles Brooklyn, despite knowing that he's just going to send himself to the hospital."

"Hmph. You mean when you drag me to the hospital."

Tyson rolled his eyes. "Same difference. So are you breaking me out of here or what?"


When they arrived an hour later at the dojo, Ray and Max were deep into practice, but when they saw Tyson, they stopped what they were doing and the three of them embraced each other in a bone-crushing hug. A small smile worked it's way on Kai's lips as he watched the scene from afar.

"I got a bone to pick with ya, Sonny." The Russian glanced over his shoulder and a chill went up his spine. The normally joyful brown eyes now promised pain. Kai swallowed hard. He followed the old man into an empty room and bit his lip. He had never seen the old Kinomiya look so serious in all his life. "Where's the sword?"

"...Maybe you can tell me." Calmly, with great respect, he went into great detail at what happened in that hospital room.

"So the sword is inside Tyson is it?"

"Yes. Along with Dranzer. As I said, I wasn't given much of a choice."

Gramps sighed. "I guess you can't escape fate." he turned around and looked out the window at the full moon. "The sword has chosen Tyson to be its Master. There was nothing wrong with what you did, K-man."

"I stabbed him!" shouted Kai, the agony clearly evident in his voice.

"You did everything you could to bring my lil' dude home. Quit beating yourself up and live in the present." chided the wise Master.

"Maybe...What about Tyson though? What will happen to him?"

"We'll just have to wait and see Sonny. Wait and see."

The next morning Kai awoke to find that Dranzer had returned to her blade and the sword was back in its rightful spot in the Kinomiya dojo.


"Welcome to Day 6 at Phoenix Stadium! Here, every seat has been sold out and people are sitting on the edge of them to find out who is going to play today! Max and Ray were rushed off the scene after what judges are calling a "Freak Bitbeast Accident" left them both with grave injuries. Our very own World Champion challenged both players at the same time and they had an insane UNOFFICIAL beybattle, with Tyson being the victor after destroying his opponents blades. However, he suffered some serious injuries and had to be taken to the hospital. The question on everyone's minds today is will any of them be able to play today, or will they all be taking strikes? The judges are allowing no extensions to anyone!"

Some members of the audience cheered, while other's booed as they all waited for the match-ups to be announced.

At 9:55am on the dot, DJ Jazzman took the mic. "Alright! There is still no word on who is going to play today and no sign of any of the injured beybladers! So everyone look to the screen to see today's match-ups!" The names on screen quickly were shuffled. "And today we have:

Tala vs Spencer
Kai vs Max
Tyson vs Bryan
Rick vs Kenny
Brooklyn vs William
Hiro vs Pam
Daichi vs Eric
Mystel vs Ray

Due to the uneven amount of players, Alceed has been granted a by! All players must be at the dish in 5 minutes!"

The crowd waited, holding their breathes as Mystel, Brooklyn, Gin of the Gale, Eric, Pam,William, Alceed, Tala, Bryan, Spencer and Rick came out to meet their opponents, but there was no sign of the former Bladebreakers. 2 minutes past. 3 minutes.

"They have 1 minute to enter the stadium or else they all give up a strike!" announced the Ref.

Eric and his team smirked in victory. Now nothing could stop them.

Several seconds past.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Everyone craned their necks to the entrance where the sound was coming from.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A figure emerged from the shadows.

The audience went wild as Tyson Kinomiya stood proud and tall; behind him followed Max, Ray, Kenny and lastly, Kai and applause roared throughout the stadium.

Boris' men sent them murderous glares.

"Tyson, are you and everyone else capable of battling today?" asked Jazzman.

"Oh yeah! Nothing but a scratch!" he said, winking to the cameras.


Halfway across the world, Boris was fuming. "What?!" He exclaimed as he stared at the television with disbelieving eyes. "How?! Yesterday they were all half-dead!"

A ghost of a smile graced Anya Hiwatari's lips. "So much for your aces. They couldn't even take out the weakest members of the Bladebreakers." she began to examine her purple-manicured nails. "Looks like your plans for world domination have been foiled again." A shiver went up her spine as the madman started laughing.

"Hehehehehe. You're right my dear Anya. I'm afraid they only way to get a job done, is to do it yourself." She watched in alarm as he slid a gun into his pocket.

"What are you going to do with that?" she demanded, her heart pounding as he put on a sickly sweet smile.

"Why destroy the Bladebreakers of course."


"And Kai defeats Max!" The fans went crazy at the amazing victory before turning their attention to the other beybattles that were still in progression.

Max wiped the sweat off his brow and retrieved his blade that had been slammed from the beydish. "Great match Kai!"

Kai smiled and nodded. It had been a great match. Max had improved greatly since the last tournament. He frowned as he inspected his Dranzer...there was a chip in his attack ring.


"Dragoon! Hurricane Blast!" Bryan was blown off his feet, his beyblade landing next to him as Tyson recalled his Dragoon blade before running up to him and helping him to his feet. "Sorry man, I may have gone a little overboard."

The silver-haired Russian gawked as his jaw dropped. "You were holding back?!"


Kenny groaned in disappointment as his Hopper blade was knocked out of the beydish...this made it his third strike. Racing over, he gingerly picked up the spring-loaded blade and a small smile formed on his lips as he realized something – he was one of the top 20 bladers in the world.

"Yo Chief, look up." said Rick nodding towards the stands.

The boy did and he was in awe. A group of teenagers was standing there, cheering for him, each one of them wearing a similar outfit to his, with long, poofy hair that covered their eyes, holding a sign that read: Brains Over Brawn! He smiled and waved at them enthusiastically.


"Drigger! Thunder Claw!"

Drigger turned bright yellow and picked up speed until it was no longer visible to the human eye, then nailed Poisdeon and sent it flying out of the dish. Mystel jumped up and caught the blade easily. "That was a great match Ray! See you around!" the acrobat jumped down from the platform and ran out of the stadium.

"He's such a weird guy." muttered Ray as he rode down the platform down to where the rest of the gang were watching Daichi's match with Eric eagerly. "How is he doing?"

"It's getting ugly." Tyson said as Daichi's blade was grinded against the wall of the beydish.

The Chinese male's fingers curled around his launcher. "Do we need to step in?"

"Not yet. Eric knows that if he does anything fishy, he'll have us to answer to." said Kai, but his hand was clasped tightly around his own blade, ready to fire it at a second's notice.

"Ah!"

Everyone turned to Kenny. "What's wrong Chief?" An uneasy feeling was settling in the pit of his stomach.

"Eric might not have to do anything under-handed. Strata-Dragoon is barely hanging on!"

"What?!"

"But how is that possible?" asked Hilary has she turned her head back to the battle, where Daichi's blade was slammed across the dish, only to recover at the last possible second before charging at the Hawkeye blade – a move Daichi quite obviously picked up from Tyson. "Your blades can usually stand up to a beating worse than that."

"Hn. Typical." All eyes fell on Kai. "They can't attack the player anymore, so they're focusing their power on destroying the blade."

"Ugh. What a dirty trick. Would it kill these guys to play fairly?!" seethed the baseball-capped teen as he shut his eyes, knowing there was nothing that they could do. They all watched helplessly as Strata-Dragoon was shred to pieces.

Daichi fell to his knees, his eyes watery as he picked up what was left of his most prized possession. "No! Strata-Dragoon!"

Eric grinned smugly and looked at the group. "One down, four to go." He locked his ice-blue eyes with Tyson's mahogany and they shot each other dirty looks.

"AHHHHH!

Everyone whipped their heads around, only to watch Hiro fall from the platform.

"HIRO!" Tyson ran across the stadium to where his brother lay unconscious, blood pouring from his head as his body twitched uncontrollably. "What the...a seizure?"

Max knelt beside his brother and gently placed two fingers on the elder Kinomiya's neck. His face blanched. "I can't find a pulse! MEDIC!"

Time seemed to slow as a team of medics rushed past him. Cries, sobs and the word "clear" seemed to fade away, as Kai's eyes glanced into the stands and his blood ran cold. Her hair may be different, but there was no mistaking those cold ruby eyes and that sadistic smirk.

Dr. K...

His eyes narrowed when he registered the video camera in her hands. Just why was she collecting data? Deciding it was better to be safe than sorry, he intensified his glare and the device overheated and started smoking in her hands.

"Kai!" He turned to see Ray. "You alright? We're taking Hiro to the hospital!"

He turned back to the stands, but Dr. K had disappeared. "Hn. Fine."


"How is he doing Doc?" asked Tyson solemnly, as the doctor emerged from Hiro's room.

"It's hard to say. From our tests, everything points to that he was somehow electrocuted or struck by lightning. Right now he is in a deep coma. We won't know anything until he wakes up."

"I see." The young Kinomiya bowed his head so his bangs were covering his eyes as he tried to process everything. He bit his lip and struggled to keep his composure as the doctor walked away. Hiro was...His brother was...

"We don't know anything yet."

Tyson opened his eyes, surprised to see Kai standing there beside him. His face seemed cold and indifferent at first glance, but there was a rare gentleness in those captivating eyes. He considered his ex-Captain's words carefully. "Yeah. You're right Kai." It was weird. Just being around Kai made him feel that much better. He glanced into his brother's room where Brooklyn was sitting at Hiro's bedside, holding one of his hands tightly, silently refusing to leave. What was frighting, was that it was obvious that the ginger was bordering on the edge of insanity. He looked back at his roommate and smiled weakly. "No chance on you preforming another miracle, huh?"

Cerise eyes glared, unamused. "My power only works if I shed tears, Tyson." The Russian watched the blue-haired boy suddenly grin impishly before taking off down the hallway. "Now where are you going?!"

"Getting you onions!"

A vein throbbed on Kai's forehead. "Kinomiya!"


Late that night, a cloaked figure navigated their way through the hospital's maze-like hallways and crept passed the doctors and nurses into the room where the Metal-Drigger wielder lay. Beside him, Brooklyn was sitting on a chair, his upper-half was sprawled out onto the bed, his hand still clasping his lover's firmly as he slept. The figure lowered his hood, his painted shark fins visible in the pale moonlight.

"I'm only doing this because Tyson would never forgive me otherwise and we need every blader we can get." He leaned forward and there was a brilliant flash of light.

Brown eyes snapped open. "What kind of trouble did you get my brother into this time, Hiwatari?"

"Hn. I should have left you in a coma."


Soooooo...yeah. Made both the Kinomiya brothers suffer in this chapter. Please leave me a reviewing telling me what you thought :)