Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ The Real Me ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

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Hilary watched the crowd carefully. They were on her side, she noted. That would be helpful, if she wanted to win.

"This is your last chance," AJ said slowly. "You win this one, you win the entire thing."

"And then I can challenge Tyson."

"No." Hilary looked down, and AJ laughed. "Then you wipe the floor with him."

Hilary's laugh joined AJ's and another figure walked by. Hilary's eyes narrowed. That red headed boy wouldn't know what hit him once she was through with him. She pulled her gloves down tighter, making sure they were snug. AJ wished her cousin good luck and backed into one of the main corridors.

The brunette sighed, glancing over at the table where Mr. Dickenson sat with Ray, Tyson, Daichi, and Max. She noted that Kai was missing, but then thought of AJ. Once the finals were over here, the World Championship season began, meaning that Kai was traveling back to Japan, and Hilary was as well.

Tyson ran over to her, still unaware of her identity. "Good luck today," He said cheerfully. She nodded, determination flooding her features. "I hope you win," he said sheepishly.

Had it been almost any other circumstance, Hilary would've punched him in the face. I will win, she thought However, for sake of her cover, she sugar coated her response. "Thanks," she said, with a entirely face, yet somewhat sincere smile. "It really means a lot to me." So what if he didn't know who she was? It would be even more sweet when he realized that she had been right in front of him all along!

"I need Aaron and Hilary right now," The announcer said. "We're about to get this tournament underway!"

Tyson gave her a quick hug and ran back to the table where the others were. Hilary turned to walk to the stadium, but first caught a glance of Kai, whose hair looked good and messy. She nodded and motioned to her head, and he fixed his hair, with a grateful nod in return. AJ exited a moment later, her face a mix of excitement for her cousin, and anticipation, trying to accept what was about to happen once everything was all over. Tonight was the last night Kai would be spending at AJ's home for who knew how long.

"Bladers ready?" Hilary drew out her launcher and beyblade, holding it out at arm's length, preparing for what had to be the perfect launch. "Three, two, one-"

"Let it rip!" Both bladers released their beyblades, both of which clashed with each other before making it into the dish. Hilary's circled around Aaron's green one, building up speed.

"Dragonara!" Hilary called. A loud cry resonated from what seemed to be nowhere, but Hilary's beyblade glowed a deep pink color. "Let's get it on," she said, smiling at her opponent, who was deep in thought.

"Ipande, comet flare!"

"Dodge it!" Hilary called. Dragonara easily evaded the falling meteors, pulling off an impressive display of speed and agility. The two beyblades crashed together again, emiting quite a shock wave. Hilary noted that it threw her opponent off, and she decided to take the chance of attacking. "You know what to do," Hilary called. "Hurricane Grenade!"

Both AJ and Kai exchanged confused looks from where she sat in the stands, and his location by his team. Hilary had never called out this attack. Not once.

A sudden blast of wind knocked her opponent's beyblade off balance, and more followed, before a huge roaring twister of soft pink light engulfed the entire arena. An explosion erupted, and one of them had been knocked off their feet.

"We have our winner!" The announcer stated. "Give it up for Hilary!" The crowd roared, and even Kai seemed to approve, shocking his team mates. The young woman jumped up in excitement, and held her beyblade high as a medal was placed around her neck.

"Great job!" Tyson called. Hilary thanked him, then looked directly to Kai, thanking him with his eyes, and allowing him to be grabbed by a certain passerby. They had about eighteen hours until Kai was leaving, and Hilary knew they wanted as much time as possible. Even AJ's parents were coming home tonight, to celebrate her victory, and to say goodbye to their 'son.'

"Now then," Hilary said, her face hardening in determination. "There is one thing I would like to do."
"What would that be?" Hiro asked. "I'm pretty sure Mr. Dickenson would like to have a word with you, hon." Tyson nodded, looking around, noticing a gaping spot of emptiness where his captain had stood.

"Where's Kai?"

"Don't worry about him," Ray said, earning suspicious looks. "He's probably bored here and went back to the hotel or something..." Hilary held back the urge to laugh as the group agreed.

"Anyway," Hilary continued. "I have one final request, since I'm leaving for home tomorrow."

"What do you need?" Max asked. "If we can help, we'll do our best."

"I don't think you can help," She said, pointedly at Max, who shrunk back. Hilary turned to Tyson, throwing a lock of hair behind her ear haphazardly. "But you..."

All the bladebreakers watched the young woman take a step toward Tyson, pulling out her beyblade and launcher. "I challenge you," she said, in an even, flawless tone.

The champion took a step back, in complete shock. "No offense, you did win the tournament, but I don't think you're ready for something like this."

"I think you should take up her offer," Dickenson said. Tyson looked at him, mouth hanging down unattractively.

"Wh-what? She's just a newbie."

"And you were a newbie at one time too, and look what you did, in your first year." The corner of Hilary's mouth curved up into a smile. She mouthed her thanks to the chairman, and looked back to the boy she had challenged.

"Alright, alright." Tyson sighed. "I accept," He said, looking up at her. A smile crept onto his face. "But I'm not going to take it easy on you."
She smirked deviously."I never asked you to."

"Come on, Tyson! Attack her!"

"Can't you see I'm trying, Maxy? She's psychic, I tell you!" Tyson yelled back at his blonde friend. "Come on Dragoon, we can do this!" The champion was frustrated. Every single attack, every block, every maneuver, she knew it. Or how to counter it, he decided. This girl was better than she had let on.

"Give up?" She asked him, fairly winded. Tyson was a tough opponent, and even though she knew most of his moves better than he knew himself, well, it just didn't matter. He was known for beating the odds, and she couldn't take a chance until Dragoon was finished spinning.

"Never!" He paused. "Dragoon, galaxy storm!" The dragon bit beast emerged from the bit on Tyson's beyblade, with the rush of a huge vortex that began to spin at hurricane force winds. "You're good, but not that good."

"Dragonara, it's not that hard, get in the eye of the storm!"

"That's just about suicide," Kenny said. "At least if you want to win the battle, that is."

"Don't underestimate this girl," Ray said. "Something tells me she wants to win really bad. Did you see that look in her eyes? It looks almost like Hilary, you know, the one from Japan?"

"Yeah," Max agreed. Dickenson smirked. They really needed to start paying more attention.

Dragonara's beyblade started glowing from inside the storm, seeming to stand still. "Counter!" Hilary yelled, and suddenly, the galaxy storm had been completely depleted.

"Wha?"

"Dragoon!" Tyson yelled. "Who the hell are you?" He asked her incredulously.

"My name is Hilary," she said calmly. "We've went over this." She focused on her beyblade, which had not faltered yet.
The group of spectators watched carefully. "How did you do that?" Kenny asked. "Any counter attack with a change in the spinning direction wouldn't completely counter the attack! Tyson," The Chief yelled, "Be careful! She's not just any normal beyblader!"

"Thank you, Chief," Hilary stated plainly.

"Excuse me?" Tyson said, staring at her. "Only Bladebreakers call Kenny 'Chief,' so back off!"

Hilary rolled her eyes and focused. "Dragonara, let's go! Up and at 'em!" The loud cry from before was heard again, as a majestic pink and purple armored dragon emerged from her beyblade. Tyson's Dragoon emerged as well, in a flurry of wind.

"Two dragons?" Daichi asked. "This is going to be sweet!" He thrust a fist toward the sky in excitement.

Tyson called the first attack, sending Dragoon to take a bite out of Hilary's spin. She dodged and called her attack.

"Finish him!"

"Galaxy storm!"

A huge twister clouded the entire arena and competitors from the view of Tyson's team mates, who were left wondering what was going to happen. The surrounding sky turned black, as though night had decided to take over day. Hilary smirked at Tyson.

"Do you know how long I've waited to do this?"

"Yeah, you and every other kid in the world. It isn't going to happen."

"Really?" Hilary shrugged. "Not to any of them," she agreed casually. "Dragonara, come on. I'm not afraid."

The pink dragon charged up the twister with a surge of pink energy, which electrified the sky. "Enough!" Tyson took deep, angry breaths. "Dragoon, take her out!"

'I'll see you tomorrow when you give up.'

"No."

Tyson looked up, and in that split second, the entire arena seemed to stand still. The next thing the champion knew, he was on both knees, and a practically shattered Dragoon lay scattered with its parts lining the arena.

Hilary recalled her beyblade and turned away from him. She had a choice to make. She had to tell him, sooner or later.

However, based on the current predicament, she didn't really want to reveal her identity. He look pretty crushed. No one had ever totaled his beyblade that badly, in all his years of blading. Even Kai hadn't made that big of a dent.

I can't tell him, she figured. This is enough of a shock, for all of them.

"Tyson, are you alright?" She asked, giving him a final glance.

"Yeah," he mumbled, staring at the damage. Dragoon was scattered all over.

"Then rebuild your beyblade and challenge me again. And by the way," She said, looking up at his team mates who were in complete awe, "That was for Hilary." All of them took a step back, shocked at the words this... newbie had used. Who the hell did she think she was anyway?

The young woman looked then back at Dickenson, who grabbed the boy under the arm and pulled him up from the ruin, placing the bit, the only part of the beyblade unharmed, in his hands. He trembled when he took a look at her. If she was that strong, just how strong were her teachers? Hiro took a step in front of Hilary and blocked her way.

"Was that necessary? You could've beaten Tyson without completely totaling his beyblade, if you wanted to."

"I didn't want to," she said, looking at Tyson's older brother. "He needed to learn a lesson."

"And you thought you were the only one who could teach him it?"

"Yes." She smirked viciously. "And think I did a hell of a job." She grabbed her bag and walked off, with the rest of the adrenaline she possessed pulsing through her veins.

Hilary threw her bags on the floor of her bedroom, and then threw herself on the bed. She hadn't completely anticipated defeating Tyson, much less crushing him as she had. The brunette opened her window and looked out at the landscape. Part of her didn't want to leave.

And still, part of her wanted to go back and get the title she deserved, and the recognition from Tyson. Whether he knew it or not, he was the reason she had done it. At first. At first all she had wanted was to be able to beat him, and to show him that she was going to be one of the most powerful female beybladers in the world.

Then, everything changed.

Now, she realized, she didn't just do it for Tyson. Hilary wanted to be the best, she wanted to show everyone that she could do it. She wanted to do it, for AJ, for Kai, and for everyone who had ever helped her.

Most of all, though, she knew the real reason why she was doing it.

For herself.

For most of her life, all she did was follow, and now, she was in charge. That feeling, it made her strong, it made her powerful. And she believed. In herself, and in her friends.

She looked up at a picture on her dresser. It was of Hilary and the BBA Revolutions, taken a little less than a year ago. They looked so happy, all together. Even Kai had a trace of a smile on his face, which had been more than usual, in the world she had once known him to belong to. He changed, and would probably do so again, once he left Miami.

Her eyes focused on the two people in the center, both her and Tyson. Their arms were slung around each other, and she was in a BBA letterman's jacket and her jean shorts. They had just won yet another tournament, and were celebrating outside the arena.

"You'll understand, eventually," Hilary said, taking a step onto the balcony. Her words seemed to echo in the quiet air. "Maybe then you won't just see the friend, you'll see the girl."

"Hey, Kai, AJ, where the hell are you two?" Hilary knocked once on AJ's open bedroom door then poked her head in and pulled a hand to her eyes. Both of them looked like deer staring into headlights, shocked expressions on their faces quickly reddening into embarrassment. Hilary had to smile. They were definitely caught, and by the looks of it, they were in the middle of something.

AJ was sitting on Kai's bare stomach, on her bed, legs spread wide, and clothed in only her underwear and bra, while he was only in boxers. Miscellaneous clothing items were scattered all over the floor around the bed. Hilary had stated that it was indeed a hot day, but not that hot. AJ quickly swung her leg over him again, and got off of him, as he poked a head over the side of the bed.

"...shit. AJ where's my-"

"Never mind," Hilary called back. "I'll be in the pool." She turned her back to the door, shutting it behind her. "Don't have too much fun." She paused. "I'd say get a room, but now I'd have to say to get a lock."

"Heh..." Kai said sheepishly, from the other side of the door. Hilary would have fun with him, back in Japan. He'd never be able to live this one down.

"And to think," Hilary whispered to herself, "The great Kai Hiwitari wasn't even on top."

That would be chapter five! Uhh, I added the last part just for fun, I mean, it is Kai's last day in Miami, after all.... Anyway, please review, and thanks to EVERYONE who did, I am appauled that I actually got more than like five reviews(typically, I'm lucky to get three a chapter, and last chapter had over nine). More will definitly be on the way, things are starting to calm down for me.... I think...

Thanks for reading!
x3 Distant Storm