Many times we have seen that the Bladebreakers walk in some sort of trap and tricks. So just a TyHil oneshot picturing that.

"OW! Tyson, you kicked me!"

"Well, it's kind of hard not to!"

"No, it's not! Just keep your damn legs to yourself!"

"Hey, I'm trying to get us out! You're not doing anything!"

"Fine, you want me to do something?"

"OW! Don't kick me in the face!"

"I won't kick you in the face when you quit kicking me in the stomach!"

"I told you I'm not doing it on purpose!"

"So? It still hurts."

"Yeah, and so does you kicking me!"

"Alright, look," Hilary sighed, finally forcing herself to calm down. "Obviously, we're not in the best situation right now. And arguing with one another isn't going to solve anything. So, I think that you and I both need to lay off and focus all of our energy on coming up with a way to get out of here."

She and Tyson were currently stuck in a very familiar situation: trapped inside one of the ruses. It was the old "step in a rope and get swept up by a net" trick, and now the two trainers were dangling several feet off the ground from the branch of a tree. It had only been a few minutes, but Tyson and Hilary had spent the entire time arguing. And Hilary, quite frankly, had gotten sick of it. She just wanted to get out of the stupid net and back on the ground.

Safely, of course.

"I bet my nails are sharp enough to break through the net," Hilary mused.

"Bet not," Tyson scoffed.

Hilary snarled at the boy but didn't lash out at him again like she had before. Instead, she simply began to dig her nails into the net's seemingly thin twine, which was actually a lot stronger than it appeared.

"See? I told you," Tyson remarked, leading Hilary to roll her eyes. "The net is a lot stronger than you think it is. How do you think it's holding us up so well?"

Hilary's eyes widened, and she finally turned her head to once again look at Tyson. "Are you calling me fat?"

"What? No!" Tyson practically yelled. "Where would you even get that idea? You just want an excuse to yell at me!"

"I do not!" Hilary argued. "I can't help it that you're being stupid and forcing me to yell at you!"

"Yeah, okay Hilary, whatever," Tyson huffed, leaning back against the net. "I thought you said we had to quit arguing."

"We do!"

"So stop arguing."

Hilary could feel her entire face turn bright red as her eyes narrowed and her fingers curled up into tight fists. She was absolutely ready to beat Tyson senseless. Maybe if she punched him hard enough, his body would break through the net.

His strong, broad, muscular, solid body.

Growling to herself, Hilary shook out her head and continued to glare at Tyson, though the red on her face had all but disappeared and her fists had loosened.

"I don't hear you coming up with any grand ideas to get us out of here," Hilary remarked smartly.

"Because I kind of know there's no way out," Tyson replied smoothly.

"Oh, really?" Hilary quipped. "The great, always positive and chipper Tyson Granger is losing hope after being trapped in a net for over five minutes?"

"I'm not losing hope," Tyson calmly retorted. "I've just gotten stuck in enough of these nets to know there's no way out until someone comes around and cuts us down."

"How the two of us are the only ones that get caught in these traps, I'll never know," Hilary muttered under her breath.

"Others don't have something to anchor them down," Tyson sighed.

Now this caught Hilary's attention. She whipped her head around and threw Tyson a wide eyed stare, to which he was completely unaffected by. "What do you mean by that?! That's I am dead weight?!"

"No…I'm just saying…while they are kind towards you, you're still my responsibility. Your peeps won't blame the others, but me of something happens to you."

"I am sorry I am such a bother!" Hilary sniped.

"Nope," Tyson chuckled, refuting. "Having you around has its own perks. It's because of you that I eat and sleep on time. You make sure I pop my pills on time and exercise daily. You don't let stress eat me up. Also, Gramps has someone to talk to when I'm not around..."

"That's very true," Hilary grumbled, but her face was burning. Looking out of the net dejectedly, Hilary softly thought aloud, "I wonder when others are going to come find us."

"Hopefully soon," Tyson murmured. "I don't want to be in this net for hours on end. We've done that enough times before, too."

"Yeah, I'm already bored," Hilary sighed.

"And hungry," Tyson added.

"Oh, you're always hungry!" Hilary moaned, throwing herself back out of exasperation. Unfortunately, it seemed to have slipped her mind that she and Tyson were still very close together in a small net, and she wound up throwing herself right down on the teenaged beyblader sitting behind her.

"OW!" Tyson whined, his neck bending unpleasantly he was pressed against the side of the net. "HILARY!"

"I'm sorry!" Hilary quickly apologized, trying to get herself back up. "I forgot!"

"How could you forget?!" Tyson demanded, wiggling strongly and trying to get Hilary off himself.

"Tyson, quit moving around like that!" Hilary barked. "You're making it harder to get up!"

"I'm trying to make it easier!" Tyson argued.

"Well, you're not!"

"Well, you're not getting up fast enough!"

"Because it's not easy!"

"Fine, then I'll just push you up with my hands!"

"What are you-DID YOU JUST TOUCH MY CHEST?!"

"It was an accident!"

Hilary growled and whipped her head around as well as she possibly could in her current situation. Tyson now had his hands held up in the air like a sign of surrender, his entire face red. He gulped.

Fortunately, other team members weren't around to see their ace Beyblader get pummelled by their very furious manager who who refused to admit that Tyson's accidental touch had sent shivers up her spine.