Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ The Battle For Everything ❯ Pixies And Dragoons ( Chapter 8 )

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Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade, so there you have it.

I was really surprised at how popular The Real Me has been, but obviously, I can't forget about my other fics, now can I? Especially since Steph (ileftmybraininmylocker) has been telling me consistently to update it. So here it is, and as always, please review. Also, check out her story, X Generation, it is so amazing!

Well, she thought, waiting for the smoke to clear, here we go. Honestly, had someone told Hilary Tabitiana two months ago that she would be in the world championships as a beyblader on a team other than the Bladebreakers, she would've laughed it off. However, she was standing, outside, on a platform, waiting for the smoke to clear so that she could face her opponent.

That brought her to her second conclusion. Tyson Granger. The current world champion, and the last person on earth she thought she'd ever face in battle. Something inside her had always been twisted up when she saw him battle. That face of cheeky determination that never gave up and always had fun. She had never been on the receiving end of his attacks, but she had always felt sorry for the one who was. This time though, she would be his rival. And she would be sure she would be worthy of that honor. She was his friend, his rival.

But to her, he was much, much more.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Tyson asked her, wind moving the navy hair that stuck out from under his cap.

Hilary nodded. "I've got something to prove."

"You think you're going to beat me?" He questioned, his face changing to one of humor.

The brunette's temper flared up. "You got a problem with that?" she said angrily. "I do know all your attacks, and your beyblade's configuration. In the finals," Hilary continued, "I might not be facing you. Tonight is what it all comes down to. And I want to have fun with this one."

"Good," Tyson said. "But if you want to back down, speak now."

"Hell no," she replied. "You think I left your team just for fun? Tyson Granger, you're going down!"

"Alright!" Jazzman called, every speaker on the system shaking, "Let's get it on!" There was a pause. Tyson and Hilary both nodded to each other, then looked up at the official. Dickenson and Jazzman were in the inside arena announcing, and there was a few officials outside to commence the battles outdoors.

"Okay, you two," A blonde haired official stated, standing up on a third, higher platform. The crowd roared excitedly. "On my count. Three, two-"

Hilary took a deep breath and closed her eyes, feeling the launcher gripped in her hand. She jammed the rip cord in just a bit tighter, hearing the familiar click of the lock. Her insides fluttered a bit, but the adrenaline overpowered the feeling, making her feel like she was invincible.

"One!"

"Let it rip!" Both called at the same time, releasing their beyblades.

"Get her Dragoon!"

"Go Armada!"

Tyson looked up at her. "You have a bit beast?" He paused. "Figures. Don't tell us or anything!"

"Yeah, yeah," Hilary said, watching Dragoon. "Attack!"

Hilary's pink beyblade suddenly had a little extra kick, and she charged Tyson's white one, sending it back a steady amount. Tyson looked impressed.

"Pretty cool," the Champion said. From the main doors, Stanley Dickenson emerged, talking to one of the officials. "But this is the big time, Hil. You've got to be able to make it through the storm."

Hilary rolled her eyes. "Storm?" She asked him. "Storm is my captain, and she's the only storm I can't take. Hit me with your best shot."

"Alright," Tyson said, unconvinced. "Dragoon, Galaxy Storm!" A huge twister formed, engulfing the entire field, and causing Hilary to shield herself. It was incredible, she thought. She had never seen it from this point of view before, but Dragoon's attack was simply amazing. She closed her eyes and focused hard. She was going to be one of the few that made it through this one, she thought. Or at least put up a hell of a fight.

"Let's go!" Hilary's pink pixie bit beast, Armada came up from the bit, in the eye of the storm. It began to glow, causing the twister to glow along with it.

"Aww," Tyson said, in reference to the creature. "It's cute Hilary, but cute doesn't win battles."

Hilary smirked, causing Tyson to take a small second, and surprisingly think. She could just be messing with his head, he thought. That had to be it. That bit beast probably couldn't hurt a fly.

"Looks can be deceiving," the brunette called through the storm. Her bit beast suddenly extended both arms, flapping it's wings at a speed unidentified. The storm had suddenly disappeared, and Dragoon roared overhead.

"Get it!" Tyson called. The pixie turned it's attention from the navy haired champion and looked up at the bit beast, who was charging head first from a few hundred feet up. A charming giggle was heard, being that of the pink pixie, however suddenly, it changed, spiraling upward in a massive red blur.

Dragoon roared again in an alarming battle cry, while the blur of a pixie stayed silent, still climbing rapidly. "Alright," Hilary said, taking in a deep breath. "Demon's Charm!" Hilary extended a hand to the black skies, beyond the lights that illuminated the field. The pixie rammed the dragon, causing it to fly backward. Only then did it stop, and both came closer to the field. Tyson looked impressed, and both panted, short of breath.

"Come on Tyson!" Max called, from behind. He stood with Ray, Daichi, and Kai, all of whom were pretty shaken by Hilary's sudden talent.

"I know all your moves," Hilary said to Tyson. He looked up. "I come to expect that now you'll attack me even harder," She taunted. "I'm ready."

"I didn't know she could do that," Ray said quietly. Kai looked over at Tyson, then Hilary.

"Some people surprise you," Kai said, turning.

"What's his issue?" Daichi asked. Max shrugged.

"He's got to fight Kira," A voice called from behind. The boys turned.

"Spencer?"

"Yeah, nice to see you guys," the Demolition Boy said, extending a hand. They all shook it. "But you're still going down."

"You wish," Ray said. "But you really think that's his problem?"

"I know it is, from what Tala said. Kira's long lost dad is here, and I'm sure that, if anyone, she's got something to prove." The Bladebreakers blinked. Since when did the Russian beyblader talk so much?

"Come on Hilary, let's see if you can handle this," Tyson said. Kenny ran over to the group from where he had previously stood with the chairman. "I was going to save this for the final, but I think the crowd deserves a show."

Kenny slapped a hand to his face. "Tyson! I thought you were saving that move!"

"Things change, Chief," He said, looking directly into Hilary's eyes. "Dragoon," Tyson called. The bit beast rose up from its position close to the ground. "Raging Twister Attack!"

"Armada, get up high!" The bit beast obeyed, but Tyson's attack suddenly engulfed the bit beast and the beyblade, sending them skyward. Dragoon seemed to clamp down on the beyblade, as the pixie disappeared, crying in terror. Hilary cringed, knowing it was over. The storm ceased, leaving Dragoon and Armada's beyblades both spinning at a reduced rate. However, one beyblade stopped before the other.

"We have a winner!" The announcer called. "Congratulations Tyson!" The crowd roared, and the Bladebreakers cheered, hugging their friend. Hilary jumped down from the platform to the field, and recovered her beyblade. The arena had nearly been leveled for that one, and Dickenson sighed. Perhaps a titanium arena would withstand the battles. He was grateful though, for he had come prepared. There were seven more like that field underneath both playing fields.

Hilary picked up a second, smoking beyblade from the arena. Had she lasted one more second... she pushed the thought down. That battle had kicked some major ass, and she was just as excited with the results.

"Here," Hilary said, pressing Dragoon into his hand. "Awesome job." She smiled sincerely, and turned around, to walk away. Tyson grabbed her hand.

"Not so fast." Tyson laughed childishly, and pulled his best friend in for a hug, which she gladly returned. "You were incredible," The champion said. "I almost lost back there."

She smiled, burying her head into his neck. "There's always a next time," she said. They parted and Tyson gave her a quick peck on the cheek, causing them both to blush. All of Tyson's other team mates, save Kai, were watching, with grins plastered on their faces, and cell phones drawn out and open, taking pictures. "Hey, you do know they're taking pictures over there, don't you?" Tyson let go of her instantly and tackled his team mates, knocking them to the ground. Hilary laughed.
"They got you in the pictures too," Tyson yelled to her retreating back.
She turned. "But you were the one making the moves, not me," She yelled slyly, before turning and walking away. Tala stood near the entrance to the main arena.

"Not too bad," Tala remarked. "For a sugar coated little princess." She batted his arm swiftly.

"Like you said, we're on the same side... For now. Play nice." He smirked and followed her into the main arena.

She was catching on.

Lita threw a fist against the wall. She had purple hair so dark it was almost black, and eyes to match. She was a short girl with a quiet personality, but a raging temper and a lot of strength. Leaning against that wall was a tall green haired boy with hazel eyes that drove people insane. He tutted, and Lita rolled her eyes.
"Shesh, Leo, if you don't like it, go sit down with the rest of them."

"Calm down Lita," a reserved voice called. The tall blonde sat at the far end of the bench with a bottle of nail polish cushioned between two long legs.

"Shut it Christy," Lita responded, pulling her unharmed fist out of the hole she had made in the wall. The knuckle guards did her some justice. For a change. Unlike pretty girl over there, she was focused and ready to take out some beybladers. And for her mission.

"Would you two quit arguing?" A third voice called.

"Fuck you Cody," Lita responded.

"I'm the captain," Cody responded, grabbing her second fist before it hit the wall and damaged it further. "And you need to stop destroying this place. The last thing we need is for anyone to find out about us this early. So destroying the walls is not an option."

"Fine," She spat. Cody rolled his eyes. She used to be nice, he recalled vaguely. Long before any of them had anything to do with Drimorov or Voltaire. He was the only one who knew the reason, being her best friend since before they had been able to talk. Lita's entire family had been brutally murdered, and as a side effect, her dark side came out and he had been the only one, to date, who could control her.

"Don't blow up, Lita," he said darkly. "We have to make this look good. Very good."

"Well then," she said, with a smirk, "Let's get out there and kick some ass." Lita turned to Christy, who was making a comment to Leo about lovebirds. "Hey blondie, let's get moving. Quit worrying so much about your nails. You'll only fuck 'em up anyway."

"Screw you." Though they were on the same team, Christy and Lita pretty much hated each other. Christy was the cheerleader, and Lita was the tough-ass bitch, and to Christy, Cody's little whore.

"Lita, chill. Save the comments for your battle. You've only got three more rounds to wait."

"Yeah, Cody, whatever." There was a knock on the door of their locker room. Leo, being the closest to the door opened it, and allowed Drimorov and Voltaire to enter. He ran a hand through his spiky green hair.

"You four ready?" Drimorov glanced over at Lita and his eyes sharpened, looking at her. A freak smile seemed to take over his face. She had been his little 'project.' His first one. She had been the only one to turned out. He had to kill to get those results. Literally.

"Fuck yeah," Lita said, running a hand through her hair. "I want to beat all of 'em."

"Watch your language," Voltaire said. "Swearing in front of the Chairman isn't... acceptable, though the asshole has no idea of what lies ahead."

"Yeah, yeah," Lita said. Cody looked at Voltaire and nodded, answering a question that didn't need to be asked.

"It's taken care of," Cody said dangerously. Both older men smirked.
"Excellent work," Drimorov said maniacally.

"Perhaps you were right," Voltaire said to Drimorov, "These kids will actually do us some good, not like the last few groups we've had." The two older men walked out of the room, declaring their final orders.

Personally, Leo thought both of them were assholes, though he'd never admit it to their faces. Something was up with those two. Constantly. He didn't know what, but he wanted to find out.

Meanwhile, Kai stood, in silence, on the roof, watching the entire city of Toronto from the south side of the venue, where no lights polluted the view. His thoughts were mixed, being of the battles, of his grandfather, her father....

He closed his eyes. Did he want to fight her? He wasn't quite sure just yet. He wanted to settle things. He had kissed her back at that hospital, and she acted like she liked it, until they stopped, and things just got even worse. It wasn't supposed to be like that. He was supposed to do it to find out if she felt that way, and all he found out was that he did.

Now, in a few hours, since their battle was last, probably ending up closer to midnight, he had to fight her. What the hell was he going to do?

"You ready?" Kai turned around to see Tyson standing behind him, in the doorway of the only way downstairs.

"Yeah," Kai said, with a sigh. Tyson approached his captain, and best friend. Hilary was his 'best friend,' and all, but she was more to him, than he'd probably ever admit.

"You're lying," Tyson said, with a smirk that Kai commonly used against him.

"Hn," he said, ignoring the navy haired champion.

"Dude, you can tell me," Tyson pried. "I did trust you with the thing about Hilary," he said sheepishly. "So you can trust me not to say anything."

Kai quirked an eyebrow. "How do you know I didn't tell the guys?"

Tyson froze, then noticed the smile that barely played across his lips. "Very funny. Seriously, what's up?"

"Nothing, I'm fine," He said, but Tyson knew better.

"Puh-lease," Tyson remarked. "It's Kira, isn't it? She's been tweaking you out since that day at the hospital." Kai turned to say something, but Tyson quickly continued. "And don't deny it, I know something happened. Now tell me what the hell is going on."

"Alright," Kai said sitting down on the edge of the building. "We went to go get coffee," Tyson nodded, "and ended up on the patio. She thanked me-"

"How?" Tyson asked. "There are many ways to thank someone."

"She kissed me." Tyson's mouth dropped. "It wasn't anything special," Kai said.

"The hell it wasn't, if you're still worked up about it." Tyson sat down next to Kai. "Continue," He commanded.
"That wasn't it," Kai responded. "I, uh,"
"Pulled her back in," another voice said, from the doorway. Both boys turned around to see Ray standing there. Kai threw his hands up in defeat, a rare occasion, that meant he basically figured he was screwed and it really didn't matter.

"Yeah," Kai admitted. Typically Kai didn't admit things, maybe he'd talk to Tyson, but usually Ray didn't know the deep stuff. Now Kai knew he was getting too soft for his own good.

"You guys make out?" Another voice called.

"What, did the entire team follow you?" Kai asked Tyson, getting annoyed.

"Yeah, pretty much," Kenny responded. Kai glared, causing Kenny to turn and run back down the stairs.

"Yes, Maxy, I did," he said.

"You just called him Maxy, again," Tyson said, as Max nodded thoughtfully to Kai's answer. It then dawned on Tyson, whose mouth dropped. Kai shrugged.

"I'm around you people way too much," He said, and walked away, his scarf trailing behind him.

"You know what this means, don't you?" Ray said, once Kai had definitely left, and Kenny came back up the stairs.

"Yeah," Tyson said. "He loves her, doesn't he?"
"He might not admit it, but he'll realize it eventually," Ray said. "I was almost exactly the same way with Mariah, but a little less stubborn."

"Kai? In love?" Kenny asked. "That doesn't compute."

"Compute this, Chief," Max said, with a smile that said he was just joking. "It's kind of like Tyson and Hilary."

Tyson turned a dark shade of red, and Kenny laughed. "Now I get it."

"I'll get you," Tyson growled, grabbing the laptop from the computer wizard's hands and dangling it over the edge of the building. Kenny squealed like his life had just been taken away.

"I suggest you refrain from comments like that," Kai said, catching their attention, "Or I think he might do it."

"I thought he just-"

"Yeah, I thought he was gone... downstairs, or something," Kenny said, retrieving his laptop.

"Typical Kai," Ray said.

Tyson smiled dumbly."See, our opinions do matter to the guy!"

"As if." The captain grunted, taking a final look at the horizon. "They wanted to know if they could lock the door," Kai said darkly, a smile spreading across his face. "I told them, well, you'll see." Kai slipped back inside the door, shutting it quickly behind him.

"Let us out! Kai! I hate you!" The captain smirked, turning from the door. "I'm going to kill you for this!" Tyson yelled, pounding on the door.

"Wonder how long it'll take him to figure out it isn't locked," Kai said to himself with a deep satisfaction. "That'll be the last time they try something like that again."

And that would be the end.... anyway, I figured I'd give you at least this, but now I have to go practice for a wedding. It's in two days and I'm playing the piano for it, right, so my mom tells me what to learn to play for her friend, and I just found out about twenty minutes ago that my mom told me the wrong song. Better go practice, heh?

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