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Between the Lines	By : Kali Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kali Notes:� Okay.� That last part was incredibly long, even for
me!� I have no idea how long this part
will be � considering it IS the ultimate TyKa season
and all�� Ah, who cares!� It�s meant a lot to me
to write this fic, and for the responses I�ve gotten.� I hope I don�t
disappoint with this part.

Warnings:� Yaoi (shonen ai, on ffnet), adult language and
situations; don�t read it if you can�t take the heat!

Disclaimer:� Kali and muses do not own Beyblade or its
characters.� We make no money from
writing this fic � how unfortunate.�
Neither do we own the parts in this fic taken from the English dub of
the anime.

Dedication: To all TyKa
fans everywhere, especially those hardworking writers, artists, and AMV-techs
who continue to support the fandom even though everyone seems to have
disappeared� O.o

� and
� to TechnoRanma, Feelin Glayish, and Flamable Devil
(Crazy Jen) in celebration of Tyson�s Birthday � and because it�s around the
anniversary of the time we first �met��

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BETWEEN THE LINES

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Part III

�� Contentment was me � lying on a hill with the sun shining warm and bright on
my face, a gentle summer breeze keeping me just cool enough for the summery
day, just behind the bench where Hilary and Kenny sat.� If I wasn�t highly
connected to a Phoenix,
I�d almost feel feline � like a cat napping in a sunbeam.� Oh, and to make it just that much more
complete, in the distance I could hear the voices of children shouting and
cheering excitedly while their hero � two-time World Champion Beyblader, Kinomiya Tyson � looked on with pride as he
conducted his little seminar.� It wasn�t the happy kids so much as the ringing and clashing of
beyblades that made my world calm and content.� There�s nothing like
that sound�especially when the battle is being fought between two bladers of
equal skill and strength.� Then�then
there�s almost a musical quality to it, the bangs and crashes and metal on
metal scraping�echoing like notes in a melody that, if one knew what they were
hearing, could judge that ability and power alone.� I�d met few bladers
who could � my teammates of the Bladebreakers, certainly, and maybe a handful
of others.� When the
sound stopped, I lazily cracked an eye open to take stock of the scene below
(Tyson being mobbed by his kids to be next to battle him, Kenny and Hilary
watching with amusement, and Rei approaching with a bag full of the meat buns
Kenny had requested earlier for lunch) before closing it again and returning to
my peaceful doze.

�� Then suddenly my little piece of
heaven was shattered by a wild yell (sounding vaguely like a human being, but I
wasn�t positive on that) and a massive dust cloud
which announced the passing of the source of that yell � annoying me to no
end.� Still, seeing that it was some
outrageously red-headed kid in ragged clothes who was
attempting to challenge Tyson to a battle, I chose to ignore it and tried to go
back to my nap, particularly when Tyson turned him down.

�� The sound of blades clashing
gained my attention again within minutes.�
Apparently Tyson had decided that he needed to teach the pipsqueak (who
loudly announced his name was Daichi) a lesson, and defend his title, so he had
given in and accepted the challenge.� I
watched with vague interest � until the kid began to show that he did have some
skill and talent, despite what he appeared to be.� He was even giving Tyson a run for his money
in power.�

�So you think you can
outlast me, do ya?�
Well, let me give ya a piece of advice!� Your Dragoon doesn�t even come close to my
Strata Dragoon.�� Daichi smirked
confidently.

Tyson stared at him, not
sure he heard correctly.� �Wha?!�

�Strata�Dragoon?�� Kai stood, definitely interested now.

�Strata�� Rei asked, confused.

��Dragoon?�� Kenny finished, echoing Kai.

�But�mine�s the only
Dragoon!�� Tyson exclaimed emphatically.

�Correction!� Yours used to be the only
Dragoon.�� Daichi stated smugly.

�You�re lying!� And you�d better stop before I clock you
pal!�� Tyson instantly started fuming.

Daichi continued to taunt
Tyson until there was only one thing left in the bluenette�s mind � taking this
insolent pip-squeak and his false Dragoon down.

I watched Tyson come from behind and kick Daichi�s blade
out of the dish in typical Tyson style.

�� But it
wasn�t over.� It should have been, but
Daichi pointed out in loud retaliation to Hilary that he didn�t
come from a place with stadiums or dishes.�
He played in all of nature.� Since
his blade was still spinning, he considered the fight still on.� Tyson had no choice but to keep going, and it was something of a rare experience for him to
blade in the open like this.� I watched,
wondering if I should step in � but choosing not to because Tyson would never forgive
me.� Kenny was trying to plot something
with that laptop of his, Hilary and Rei were cheering Tyson on, but I just
observed, waiting for it.� Tyson could do
this, I knew.� He didn�t defeat me,
didn�t battle such life and death battles like the ones he�d fought against
Tala, or Zeo, or any of the other tough challenges
he�s faced, he didn�t win two World titles all
on a fluke (no matter what I constantly told him about his damned luck).� I did, however, speak up long enough to
remind him to stick to his game plan and not get
sucked in by Daichi�s techniques.

�� Surprisingly, he actually
listened to me.� Daichi didn�t stand a chance.

�� In true champion form, Tyson
looked around, saw an opportunity, and took the risk necessary to win.� He pulled it off admirably.

�� Alright.� I knew he had it in him.�� I murmured to myself as I turned and walked
away.� Daichi was defeated.� There was no reason for me to hang around any
longer, so I was going home.

�� Had I stayed, maybe I would have
met yet another new foe with real skill�not to mention gotten Max�s news about
the upcoming World Championships.

�� Round three was here.� It was what could be my last chance to prove
not only to myself that I was worthy, but to Tyson as well.

~~~~~~~~~~

�� I caught the announcement from
Mr. Dickenson on TV that evening, and the news about the new format of the
World circuit this time around intrigued me a little � and the same time
disappointed me.� I knew I�d be still be fighting with my team, but which of my teammates?� It was true that the only
person I considered a true rival was Tyson, and it was true that the only
person I ever truly worried about losing to was Tyson, but I wasn�t so arrogant
as to not pay attention to those coming up behind me, those who also had real
skill and held a possibility of proving themselves
worthy of a rivalry with me.� And those bladers
were my own teammates � Rei and Max.�
According to the new rules, there was a possibility that they could
defeat me or Tyson and somehow end up partnered with
one of us and move on to the Championships � or with each other, Kami forbid
Tyson and I get beat that badly.

�� I had no idea what to expect,
but I was reasonably certain that it would end up down to myself
and Tyson � no matter what else happened.�
And I could be content with that.� There were (in my opinion) no other bladers
who could possibly make a better tag-team � if we didn�t
strangle each other first.� We were
friends, we were teammates, and I was closer to Tyson than any other human
being on earth, but we could scrap like cats and dogs
when the occasion rose.� It had lessened
somewhat over time, but it still happened, on occasion, that we�d
rub each other the wrong way and our tempers would flare.� Fire and storm�

�� Phoenix and Dragon.

�� The parallels were undeniably
there, but I didn�t pay attention to them.� Didn�t notice that
I�d been ensnared long ago.� Temptation and ambition and a fervent desire to prove to
someone that you�re worthy of everything they�ve done for you and given to
you�� Well, I could make excuses until
the end of time.� The fact remained that my vision of reality was distracted by other things, when my
focus should have been on another aspect of our relationship entirely.

�� I wasn�t
the only one who discovered a different path for themselves.� I ran into both Max and Rei at the BBA main
offices two mornings later.� It was really early and I�d gone there to see Mr. Dickenson about
the upcoming tournament.� I stopped in
the doorway and raised my eyebrow at the luggage that the genki
blonde was sitting on and the bag on the floor beside Rei.

�� What�s going on?��
I asked, wandering into the room.�
�Didn�t expect to find you two here so early.�

�� Kai!�� Max looked up at me, his
face brightening a little.� Only
then did I note that he�d been staring at the floor
rather worriedly and almost dejectedly.�
I frowned.

�� Hey.�� Rei
greeted me with a solemnity that was characteristic of him when he was actually
being totally serious.�
Something was off.

�� So?�� I
stopped and sat on a bench, watching the two of them curiously.

�� Well�� Max hesitated, glancing at Rei who sighed and
slumped a little.� �We�re both leaving,
Kai.�

�� My eyebrow shot up again, clearly demanding
clarification and explanation in my own silent way.� Rei answered.

�� I�m going back to the White Tigers, and Max has been
invited to join the All-Stars.�� He
informed me, folding his arms defiantly.�
�We both have agreed to it.� You
see��

�� We want our chance at the World Championship.�� Max interrupted, his
bright blue eyes fierce and pleading with me to understand.� �We are good bladers.� We each want to have the chance to be the
best�even if it means that we have to go through you, and through Tyson, to do
it.� We would have been so happy to have
been partnered with either of you, Kai, but��

�� But we think that this is the path for us to follow
if we want to prove to you and Tyson that we are just as good as you.� And that we can be
strong bladers without relying on each other.�
Team work is everything that goes with it has
been good for us, we�ve learned so much�but now it�s time for us to branch out
on our own.� We each have teams that we
can lead, that we can teach everything we�ve learned as Bladebreakers.�� Rei paused, his own golden eyes daring me to
argue with him.

�� I just looked at them impassively.� They obviously didn�t
know me well enough to know that of course I understood this.� Of course I was
going to let them go without a fuss.� And of course we�d all still be friends, even if we were
about to try and beat each other into the bey-stadium
for a title.� Standing, I turned to walk
out.

�� Kai!� Aren�t you even going to say something?�� Max demanded, sounding very disappointed �
and vastly relieved.

�� I stopped in the doorway and glanced over my
shoulder.� �Do whatever you think you need
to do.� If you think
you�ll get past me, good luck.� Tyson may
take some convincing, but I don�t.� So go.�
And when it�s over��

�� They exchanged surprised glances, then
smiled at me.

�� Thanks, Kai.� We�re sorry to drop Tyson on you like this.� I get the suspicion that he�s going to be a
handful, once he gets the news�� Rei�s face fell.

�� I waved over my shoulder, a silent command not to
worry about it.� I�d
kick his ass into understanding if I had to.�
And I left them standing there, the last time
I�d see them again in person until we met up again across the dish, in
whichever match of the World Circuit fate dropped us into.

~~~~~~~~~~

�� The morning of our prelim-tournament I was up on the roof of the BBA, feeding a
stray cat that had become almost like a pet.�
I had gotten a tearful phone message from Tyson the night before about
Rei and Max�s defection.� I didn�t call him back, however, unsure of how to deal with
him when I couldn�t understand how he felt.�
I understood how Rei and Max felt about leaving, but Tyson�couldn�t.� And I didn�t know how to explain it to him without hurting
him more.

�� I sighed, making some comment to
myself about how everyone seemed to be against me these days.� And suddenly a
shadow fell over me, scaring my feline friend off, and an unrecognizable voice
telling me that it wasn�t entirely true.�
Some weirdo in a ninja outfit was standing with the sun behind him,
telling me that I had to stick with Tyson and hold the team together, that I
was the only one left.

�� Which of course
immediately put my back up.� No
one tells Hiwatari Kai what to do.� Absolutely no one.� Especially when it comes to blading.

�� The only person who will decide my path is me.� Nobody else!�

�� I looked up at the stranger,
ready to fight if I had to, and discovered myself to be alone.� Things just don�t
stay normal in my life.

�� I shouldn�t
have been surprised by Tyson�s relief when I showed up for the beginning
of the tournament � the initial stage that would determine the teams that would
battle it out all around the world in a series of tournaments to determine the
World Champion.� It was
painted on his face, and made his voice kind of soft and thick�� That was distracting enough, but his words
threw me and the undying faith in his eyes as he spoke made my heart palpitate
madly, and gave me a curious fluttering sensation in my stomach.

�� Well you sure took your sweet time getting
here!�� Daichi stated, hands on hips.

�� Just leave the guy alone, will ya,
Daichi!�� Tyson admonished.� �He�s here now and that�s all that really
matters!�

�� Uh�I�m pretty sure you�ve never talked about me like
that before, and I�m pretty sure I don�t like it.�� Kai kept the blush from his face, but the
strange look he gave the bluenette spoke volumes.� Tyson just grinned at him, knowing Kai wasn�t trying to be grouchy � and that he didn�t really mean
it.

�� Daichi entered the prelims,
too.� I knew he�d
at least come in third place � as Tyson had already defeated him, and I knew I
could beat him easily if I wanted to.� No
one else around here was good enough to even be
concerned about.� And
it wasn�t only Daichi, it was Kenny, too.�
Skill-wise, I wasn�t worried, but if anyone
could come surprise us, it would be the Chief.

�� I was loathe
to admit it, but with Max and Rei leaving to pursue the World title, those same
old nagging ambitions of mine were creeping up on me again.� Thoughts about beating Tyson were floating
around again.� I wasn�t
sure I liked that, so I shoved it to the back of my mind and concentrated on
winning my battles � not that it required that much concentration.

�� At one point, I was walking back
toward the locker room intending to sit back and relax before my next battle,
but as I approached the door, I stopped at the screaming match Tyson and Daichi
were having on the other side, listening intently.� Apparently they�d
just broke the news to Daichi that if he won his last Block B match (against
me, I might add), he didn�t go up against
Tyson for the tournament, he teamed up with
Tyson for the World Circuit.� The kid�s cries
of anguish were enough to pierce my poor ears � and set those stupid thoughts
raging again.

�� Don�t tell me that!�
It�s not true!�
It�s all lies!�� More and more
childish statements poured out of Daichi in a supreme tantrum of
disappointment, culminating in, �I want
to fight Tyson!�

�� The others stood around resignedly as he continued to
vent.� �Who�s
stupid idea was this anyway?� And how can
there be more than one World Champion?!� That doesn�t make any sense at all!�

�� Kai stood just outside the door.� He could hear every word clearly.� And he couldn�t help
but agree with Daichi on some level � just not as vocally or childishly.

�� There can only be one Champ!�� Daichi yelled at the top of his voice.

�� Tyson had enough at that point.� He quite firmly told Daichi that he wasn�t going to win against Kai, and he wasn�t going to be
Tyson�s partner, so he may as well just give up anyway.� It was harsh, but it was true at that
point.� And
Tyson had to rub it in Daichi�s face that he and Kai were going to be the next
World Champions, hoping the kid would get the picture and lay off.

�� Of course, Daichi had a blading spirit that matched
Tyson�s own, even if neither could see it quite yet.� He wasn�t about to
give up.

�� I�m gonna whip Kai, and
then I�m gonna whip you, ya
got that?!�

�� He�s not grasping the �tag-team� concept.�� Hilary commented as she and Kenny looked on.

�� Maybe�Daichi had a point.� Maybe�I was deluding myself.� And maybe�

�� Damn it!� I hated this.�
I turned and walked back to the stadium as DJ Jazzman came over the
intercom and announced the next match -� Daichi versus me.

�� They revealed the dish in the
BBA�s customary showy way.� I could care
less.� This kid was annoying me even more
� if it were possible.

�� We launched, and Daichi was obviously
enjoying himself, as the dish was apparently a replica of the kind of territory
Daichi came from and was used to blading in.�
The advantage was Daichi�s � or so it seemed.� I sat on the volcano�s peak, patiently
waiting.� I knew that my seeming apathy
was worrying Tyson, Hilary, and Kenny up in the stands, watching us
battle.� And in
a way, I couldn�t blame him.� I wasn�t entirely in the game, after all.� My thoughts were still raging about what I�d heard them arguing about before.

�� I heard Tyson yelling at me from
the stands, and I knew he was telling me to get with it already.� But I wouldn�t attack until
I was ready, and I�d do it only when I�d come to the decision about whether or
not I truly wanted to be on the team, truly wanted to fight alongside Tyson,
truly wanted go through yet one more Championship round � or whether I wanted
that title for myself badly enough and was willing to fight against Tyson to
get it.

�� Daichi�s words kept replaying in
my head, over and over again.

�� There could be only one
Champ.� But if I wanted to be a World
Champion, I had to go through Tyson, not battle with him, and that meant I
would have to do something I had vowed (and firmly believed until now) that I
would never do again.� I would have to
betray him.� I didn�t
have to like it, but maybe this time I could finally get this out of my system,
and finally put the past and my ambition behind me.

�� Daichi was right.� And I�d made my
decision.� The roar of a dragon � so like
the call of Dragoon as he was about to go on the attack, yet completely
different � drew me back into my battle, and I realized I was one hit away from
being defeated.

�� The hell I�d let this little mountain monkey
defeat me!� I�d
show him just how far he had to go to be in the same league as Tyson and myself.

�� I called out Dranzer with
everything I had in me at that moment.�
It was a quick, destructive, decisive victory.� And it took all of
two seconds.

�� I felt a little badly for
Daichi, but it would only benefit him in the end.

�� �That was one awesome battle, Kai!��
Tyson gushed at me with typical enthusiasm, excitement, and�pride.� Internally I winced, wishing I could beg him
not to do this because it was just making it harder on both of us, knowing what
I was going to do to him.� �And I knew you�d pull it off!� Now it�s just you
and me, buddy!� Off to the World
Championships!!!!�

�� Yeah.�� I couldn�t not
answer him.� But
my voice was soft and I�m sure some of the sadness and regret leaked out in it
against my will.� �I know.�

�� Then Mr. Dickenson made another
announcement that added another twist.�
It wasn�t just going to be a tag-team event, it
was going to be a Round-Robin � with reserve bladers as alternates should
either of the main bladers not be able to battle.� And the one to
choose our alternates was the weirdo in the ninja outfit � who apparently Tyson
already had encountered.

�� Daichi was
chosen first.� No
big surprise there.� But the big surprise to everyone was Kenny.� The ninja-wannabe, whom Tyson called Jin,
picked Kenny to be the second alternate because he had the attitude and spirit
of a blader, and the knowledge of how our blades worked that few bladers had.

�� Once that was
settled, Tyson brought up a question that I was quite interested in
hearing the answer to, also.� Who was
this guy, and why was he being put in charge of the
team?

�� Why?� Because he was Tyson�s
older brother, Hiro.� Someone
Tyson hadn�t seen in years, and the someone who had
taught Tyson the basics of blading way back when�

�� Tearful reunions are�messy.� And I was happy for
Tyson � even though he�d never TOLD us that he had a brother.

�� But did
he have to keep up with the waterworks?� Embarrassing�

~~~~~~~~~~

�� Hiro called a meeting and
practice session, and both Tyson and Daichi were completely
pumped up.� They dove into
training with a ferocity I�d never seen � particularly
out of Tyson.� I followed a little more
sedately, figuring that even if I wasn�t going to stay
on the team, I still needed training.

�� The whole time, Tyson kept
making comments about how awesome we were going to be together.� Every time it was like a knife stabbing me
through the chest repeatedly and guilt threatened to overwhelm me.� I wasn�t sure I
could take much more of it.

�� We took a break after a while,
and watched Rei�s prelim battle with Lee. �I was impressed.� Obviously he was
determined to make it to the finals � maybe as determined as I was.

�� He won, unsurprisingly.� But Tyson�s
enthusiasm got to me.� I had another
decision to make, and it wasn�t easy.

�� That night I made a difficult
phone call.� If I was going to attempt to
battle my way to the finals and settle my score with Tyson, I needed a team to
blade on.� And
there was only one team I knew would be willing to take me, let alone one that I was willing to blade on (outside of
the Bladebreakers).

�� The Demolition Boys�newly
re-named the Blitzkrieg Boys.� It had
been Tala�s idea, now that they were no longer under my Grandfather and Boris�
thumbs.� But
they were still world-class bladers, and capable of participating like any of
the other teams we�d met in our adventures.�
So they were attempting to redeem themselves
and show the world they weren�t the monsters that the past had tried to make
them.

�� I�d say
that pretty much summed up my life, right?

�� Tala was highly amused to hear
from me�but he didn�t sound surprised.� Not one bit.�
He said he�d meet me in a couple of days, to
finalize the deal and to go to the BBA and register me as a member of the
Blitzkrieg Boys.� I was to meet him at
the Bay City harbour docks.

�� In the meantime, I would bide my
time with the people I would always consider my team.� The people I�d
consider my friends even if they hated me after this.� I�had to let it all go,
give it all up.�
I had to.

~~~~~~~~~~

�� There were a
lot of things I regretted in my life.�
I�d been fortunate enough to have had Tyson to
help me to forgive myself and to help me get over some of those regrets.� Unfortunately, new ones kept popping up to
replace them.

�� Tyson�s brother gave us all a day
off, saying he had some plans for special training that he had to arrange.� In the meantime, we were to relax.� I watched Tyson and the others leave the BBA
training facility, and I had to quite literally hold myself back from running
after them and throwing away the decisions I�d made to
just stick with them and forget about what I really wanted.� I hated to do this to him.� But if I wasn�t
doing this just for myself.� I was doing
it in part for him, because no one would give him a fight like
I would. �No one could match him or
challenge him like I could.

�� And I
knew that once the initial shock of betrayal had been set aside, Tyson would
understand, and he would find that I wasn�t the only one with a score to
settle.� He knew, had always known, that
I held a small grudge against him for that first Regional tournament where he
defeated me.� The unknown kid who took
down the reigning champ.� I�d never had the
opportunity for a rematch.� This was that
opportunity.

�� I had no choice but to take it.

�� I�ll
just keep telling myself that whenever guilt threatened to drown me.

�� My latest regret would be not
attempting to tell Tyson myself, not giving him the courtesy as my teammate �
and worse, as the person I was closest to in this world � to tell him I was
leaving his team for another in order to battle him in the finals as our other
teammates had already done.� That I was abandoning him and betraying him.

�� How could I tell him that,
though?� How?� I came to the conclusion
that it was best if I just disappeared.� But I�d be watching him closely, because I wanted to know if
he was the Champion I saw in him, if he was truly my one and only rival�my one
and only everything.� This was a test �
for both of us.

�� So it
was that I met with Tala and was welcomed back to the fold of the Russian
team.� And so it
was that Hiro, in that weird, enigmatic way of his, somehow knew what had been
going through my mind all this time and what I was going to do.� Since he knew, there was no need for me to
say or do anything else about it.

�� I left Tyson to the care of his
brother, to Hilary and Kenny.� And even to Daichi.� I
hoped someday he�d forgive me.

~~~~~~~~~~

�� I knew he wouldn�t
take it well.� And
I expected our first encounter after the fact to be somewhat loud and full of
typical Tyson-filled insults and anger and disappointment and�betrayal.

�� But I
had hoped he would at least wait
until we were alone to yell and scream at me.�
Because then I may have screamed and yelled right back.� However, he just had to chase me down, and catch up with me when the Tala and the
others were right there with me.� I couldn�t let them know just how much he affected me, couldn�t let Tyson know, either.� So I said nothing while he railed at me in pure fury and was
held back by my teammates, and told off by Tala.� All I could say to him was typical of me �
but totally fake, not that he could see that in his state � and tell him it was
nothing personal, but I had a reputation to maintain and I couldn�t
do it with him.�

�� Inside, I was dying a little
with each angry, betrayed word.� Outside
I was as cold as a block of ice � colder than even one of Wolborg�s
attacks.

�� After our first battle (the
first leg of the tournament circuit was in America,
in Max�s home city of New York)
and the ensuing drama with Tyson, I needed to get out and get some air.� I left our team�s hotel room that evening and
headed for the roof.� It was chilly, and
it was quiet � even in a mega-city like New
York � and it was just what I needed.

�� My peace and quiet was
shattered, though, when Tala joined me at the edge of the building, sitting
down cross-legged on the ledge and staring out at the city below.

�� So are you ever going to tell me why you REALLY left
your team?�� He asked, folding his arms
over his chest.� I grunted in a non-committal
way.� Not very
likely, wolf.� I thought.

�� You realize I�m not stupid, right?� Because as if you left
just because you don�t think you could make it to the Championships with
him.� You may have fooled Bryan and
Spencer, but not me, Hiwatari.� You forget
that I know you.� Maybe not as well as
that blue-haired Dragon of yours, but I know enough to know your motives.�

�� If you know, then why are you asking?�

�� He snarled at me, making me smirk.� We totally rubbed each other the wrong way,
but we were a decent team.� His training
� and my own secret, private training � was improving me day-by-day.

�� You are the most infuriating��

�� Suck it up, Tala.��
I sighed, having lost my peace.�
Surprisingly, I did feel somewhat better.� Tyson had taken a big loss today against Lee
of White Tiger X, and Rei.� He hadn�t taken the
loss very well.� I knew he was still
confused and letting it rule him, but I also knew he would eventually find
himself again and come back stronger than ever.�
I would be prepared, and I hoped the other teams would see that,
too.� Underestimating Tyson was a
mistake.� �Come on.� We need our rest.�

�� I heard him follow me, but I mostly ignored his
presence.

�� That night I dreamed.� I dreamed of the battle I would one day soon
fight against Tyson�but I never saw the result of that battle.� It was as if there was no conclusion.

~~~~~~~~~~

�� Battles came and went.� My own were nothing worth mentioning, even
though Tala and I battled a new team, F-Dynasty.� The American leg of the circuit was over, and
we were off to Europe.� It was there that they announced the next
scheduled matches � and guess who our next opponents were.� Yep.� Tyson and Daichi.

�� Or so I
thought.

�� The Blitzkrieg Boys and I
appeared for the match�but when the BBA Revolution appeared, Tyson was no where in sight.� I
narrowed my eyes at the group, my focus burning into the elder Kinomiya�s
head.� He was responsible for this, I
knew.� No one else could keep Tyson from
a match � no matter what Tyson�s state of mind was.� I could hear � barely � the conversation
going on over there, and everything I heard was only succeeding in pissing me
off.� I knew Tyson was probably off
somewhere absolutely fuming.

�� I also felt horribly sorry for
poor Kenny.� This was his first official
tournament battle for his team.� And what a way to make your entrance as a blader, and not
just the brains behind the scenes � against Tala, of all bladers.� I wouldn�t have
admitted it aloud, but had it been me he faced, I�d probably have gone easy on
him.� I wouldn�t
have let him win, of course, but I would have gone easy.

�� Tala would not, and did not.

�� But I
needn�t have worried.� Kenny managed to
surprise us all, even me.� He fought
valiantly, with pure and true loyalty to his team and most especially to Tyson.� I hid a smile as he actually gave Tala a bit
of trouble.� You go, Chief.� Show him you weren�t a Bladebreaker all this
time for nothing, even if you never spun a blade yourself.� I told him silently in approval.

�� He didn�t
fail me.

�� When it was my turn, I went up
to the dish and glared hard at the man who called himself a coach.� How dare he deprive me of the opportunity to
take on Tyson?� I didn�t
care if Tyson was having a crisis � I wanted to test for myself where he was at
and compare myself to him, so that I had a clue as to how work I was going to
need for the finals.� And
how dare Hiro put his nose in my business like this.

�� I�d
already had my battle with Daichi.� I had
no wish to have another.� So I threw my match � and made a blatant statement of disapproval
and annoyance at the same time.� It
looked like a freak accident, but I knew perfectly well Hiro knew it was no accident that my blade just happened to hit Daichi�s in
such a way off the launch that it ricocheted towards his head, just
missing him by little more than a few inches.�
Cool as a clam, he didn�t flinch, didn�t even
move, and I recalled Dranzer with a thought.

�� Tala gave me hell for it � he wasn�t stupid, and knew that had been deliberate � but I
ignored him, and he didn�t press the issue.�
Instead, he went up against the mountain monkey for the first time� in a
tie-breaker, since he barely defeated Kenny in the
match after mine and Daichi�s.

�� It�s a
wonderful thing to see someone find their rival.� As Tyson was my rival, my goal in everything,
my reason for everything, so to did
Daichi become Tala�s.�
Okay, maybe that�s exaggerating more than a
little, but the rivalry was there.� Tala
thinks I didn�t notice, but I did.� Just as my energy was devoted to meeting
Tyson in the finals, so was Tala�s to meeting Daichi after that battle.� I was highly amused by it all.

�� Tyson suddenly appeared at the
sidelines, making a big fuss.� I was
relieved to see him, relieved to see that he had indeed found himself again and
hadn�t abandoned his teammates.

�� After all�that
was my thing, not his.� He would never do that.

~~~~~~~~~~

�� Sunny Spain.� It was a beautiful country, and one that we
had never been to yet.� It was the next
stage of the circuit, and things had begun to heat up in the standings.

�� Oddly enough, this time I could
sit back and relax somewhat.� The other
teams didn�t worry me all that much, and the
likelihood that I would be facing Tyson any time soon was pretty slim.

�� Well, I suppose I should be
somewhat worried about my upcoming match with Max.� I knew he was no slouch, even though most
tended to underestimate him, and often considered him the weakest blader of all
of us Bladebreakers.� In some ways this was true.� But on the other hand, if you underestimated him, he could
and would walk all over you.� He was
smart, he was quick (when he wanted to be), and his defense was nearly iron-clad.� He�d gained the experience over the years we had bladed
together

�� The crowd was less than
charitable about their feelings toward the PPB All-Starz
when Max and Rick walked out into the stadium, after the mishap they�d had with
Barthez� Battalion � the team that had come out of
nowhere and defeated the Majestics, completely
shocking the rest of the blading world.�
Of course, the crowd couldn�t know that there
had been some illegal goings-on during that match, and that what had happened
had not been Rick�s doing, but a ploy
by Barthez, that team�s coach, to win the sympathy of
the fans and build support for his team.�
It was a dirty trick, and while Max and Rick were unable to do anything
about it (not that the big guy seemed to care one way
or the other), let alone anyone else, I knew that Tyson would teach Miguel and
his team a lesson when they finally met up in the dish.� So I wasn�t going to
do anything about it either.

�� Except for
this crowd�

�� �SILENCE!�� I raised my voice over the
boos and jeers coming from the crowd.�
Sometimes, it�s nice to be feared and revered,
because I got instant, shocked silence.�
I didn�t say much, after all, so when I did,
people tended to listen � particularly when I was mad.

�� Show respect for our opponents
or else!�� I threw out the
warning, glaring around at the fans in the stadium, then
glanced at Max opposite me over the dish.�
We exchanged a look, and he smiled at me.� He understood me.� I hoped Tyson and the others, and Rei
(wherever he was) were all watching and I was certain that if they were, then
they understood, too.� The masses are
asses, as Toynbee once said.� I wasn�t surprised when things remained relatively subdued and
quiet after that.

�� I was right
about one thing, Max was no slouch.� And if I had
underestimated him, I would have lost.� And this battle, too, was a rematch in the making.� The last time I had battled Max in an
official tournament, I had won, but that match had been the one where he�d gained Draciel, and when he�d
proven to be someone to look out for.� He�d given me somewhat of a challenge back then and he did
not disappoint me this time either.

�� It looked like he�d finally gotten the hang of battling as a blader chosen
by one of the Four Sacred Spirits.� I
knocked Draciel out, in the end, and we exchanged
nods and smiles � since I wasn�t going to say a thing,
and really, I didn�t need to.� That�s
what happens when you spend three years (give or take) practically a part of
someone, which is one of the reasons the Bladebreakers were always so strong
and achieved so much.� We were four parts
of a whole, in a way.� We
were�Bladebreakers.

�� Then Tala, the fool, underestimated
Rick�s power, and lost his match.� Which
left me battling with Rick for a tie-breaker.� Yeesh.� The arrogance of
this guy was going to earn him a lesson, compliments
of Dranzer and I.

�� I did it by demonstrating why I
was as good as I was.� I took the
techniques that Max had developed and used them myself on Rick.� I know I shocked a few people, not the least
of whom were my former teammates.� I
could feel approval from the fans in the stands.� And I knew, if I
looked, I�d find Tyson up there watching.�
Somehow, irrational as it was, I could feel him, and in a way it was soothing.�
He was still mad at me, I�m sure, but I knew he
was beginning to put it behind him and look forward.

�� And that
is exactly how I wanted it.

�� Oh, and I was
also on the money about Tyson teaching Miguel and his team a lesson in
good blading and fair-play.� He hadn�t lost his blading spirit, and he was fully prepared to
show Miguel where he was going wrong, and teach him to find that spirit in
himself and fight for it.

�� Just one of the many things I
respect and admire about Tyson, and one of the many things he had to teach me, once upon a time�

�� A lesson well learned.

~~~~~~~~~~

�� I don�t
know what�s up with the BBA, but damn.�
Do they have to keep picking
these hot countries to go to?� First Spain,
now Egypt!� It�s a really good
thing I do well with the heat.� My teammate, on the other hand�

�� Ugh�� Tala groaned, dragging himself into the hotel
room we shared and dropping onto a bed.�
�Thank god for air conditioning.�

�� I just snickered and pulled out my blade kit to clean
up Dranzer.� �You�re pathetic.� You�d better get used to this heat, Tala, if
you expect to be able to blade and win.�

�� Not all of us are immune to any kind of weather like
you, Hiwatari.�� He grouched, rolling onto
his side and giving me his back.� �Go
soak your head.� Which of us is team
Captain?�

�� Who cares?� Like I take orders from you anyway.�� I pointed out, buffing my attack ring after
checking it out thoroughly for damages.

�� Yeah, yeah�� And if you weren�t as good as you are, I wouldn�t put up
with it either.� I�d kick your ass.�� Tala gave me an icy glare and got up, going
to his bag to dig out clean clothes.�
�I�m taking a shower.� You should
get ready for the welcome supper tonight.�

�� You could always try.� I commented absently.� �And I will later.� We have plenty of time.�

�� He shook his head at me and walked by on the way to
the bathroom.� Pausing, he stopped and
stared down at me.� �Kai�when are you
going to get over your obsession with beating Tyson?� Don�t get me
wrong.� I understand wanting to face him
again and have the chance to beat him, because I�m no
different.� But�it wouldn�t be the end of
my world if it never happened.�

�� I slowly raised my gaze to him, my eyes full of �back
off� and �don�t talk about what you don�t understand.�

�� Don�t give me that glare, either.� I�m becoming quite immune to your attempts at
intimidation.�

�� Look, just stay out of it.� This is something I need to do, and I�ll do whatever I have to.�
I�m winning my matches, Tala, so you have nothing to complain
about.�� I narrowed my eyes at him.� �Go shower.�

�� You know what?�
I don�t know why I bother.�� Tala
turned on his heel and stalked into the bathroom with a huff.� I smiled and went back to cleaning my
blade.� I knew he meant well, and he was
concerned.� Tala had slowly been
regaining his humanity, as well as his blading spirit, thanks to the encounter
he�d had with us in that first World Championship.� He took being captain
very seriously, and for all that we weren�t exactly friendly most of the time,
we were�not friends exactly, but as close as it got to it.

�� The next day we had a match with
Barthez� Battalion.�
Tala defeated Aaron in the first round, and I went up against Miguel �
who switched with Claude at the last minute against Barthez�
wishes � in the second round.� It was an
easy win, but it was a fair one.� No
tricks were attempted, and they stood up to their coach, firing him.� The crowd cheered for Miguel, even though he
lost, and it was good to hear.� He deserved
it.

~~~~~~~~~~

�� Battles continued on, and the
standings grew ever more intense and cut-throat.� The last leg of the Round Robin tournament
was taking place Down Under, as they say, in Australia.� I�d watched Tyson
grow with every challenge, every battle he faced.� And here it was no
different.� He faced a crisis � from what
I could tell of the brief times I saw him, either around the stadium or on
TV.� The pressure of being the twice-over
World Champion, working his way toward a three-peat, was beginning to take its
toll on him.

�� Ayers
rock.� An ancient,
aboriginal sacred site.� In a way,
it became somewhat sacred to us as well.

�� Something was buzzing in my
mind, something old and powerful.� It�s call was pulling me to that heap of stone out in the middle
of nowhere, and I followed it.� Tala
watched me leave, demanding explanations, but I told him to just worry about
himself and the rest of the team, and leave me alone.� He backed off reluctantly, since he really couldn�t stop me when it got down to it.

�� I took a bus as far as the
tourists were allowed to go, since one couldn�t just
go climb the famous landmark anymore.� But that never stopped me, especially when I was being
called there.� I slipped past the
security, snuck up the winding path to the top, and stood there staring out at
the wide, wild expanse of country surrounding the mountain of red rock.� There was an odd pedestal-type alter there,
but I couldn�t read the inscriptions or decipher the
symbols on it so I ignored it.

�� I wasn�t
there long when Rei appeared.� Then I
realized why this place was so significant, and what it was that had called us
here.� It wasn�t
the rock itself, it was our Sacred Spirits.�
We were of the Four, after all, and our connection surpassed everything,
including the bonds of a normal team.

�� Kai!� Hey, man, you�re
here, too?� For Tyson,
right?�� Rei greeted and walked up
to me.� I was leaning against the alter with my arms folded over my chest and one ankle
crossed over the other.� �How did you
know to come here?�

�� I don�t think so.��
I�d deny that adamantly, even though it was
more than the truth.� Not
that I could fool Rei.� �Dranzer.�� I answered
his second question, shrugging.� Rei
nodded.

�� Yeah.� I didn�t figure it out until I was half-way
up the mountain, but Driger was urging me to come here, too.�� The raven-haired blader folded his arms.� �What do you suppose it�s all about?�

�� I shook my head.�
�I�m sure we�ll find out, though.�

�� I don�t know.�
Do you think something happened to Tyson?� Or Dragoon?��
Rei frowned, worrying his bottom lip in concern.

�� I frowned at that idea myself, turning to face the
sun.

�� I don�t know.�
But hopefully when he gets here, we can find out.�

�� It was nearing sunset when Max joined us.� He waved happily at us, approaching at a run.
�We greeted him, and went back to the
task of waiting.

Rei looked off toward the
direction of the buses and tourists down below.�
�I have to admit, I�m anxious to see him again.� I�ve been worried
about how he�s handling the pressure lately.�
It�s been like he�s lost his purpose for blading.�

�� Yeah.� I�m worried about him, too.�� Max agreed.

�� I said nothing, but I was
worried more than they were.� I knew what
being a champion was like, after all, but they didn�t.� Not like Tyson and I did.� And this time there
was a considerable degree more of pressure on him to take the title for a third
time.� He was doing it without the team he�d come to know, trust, and rely on.� Now he was leading his team on his own,
without our support.� Anyone would quake
under those conditions, even me.

�� But
like I said, I�d never admit such a thing.�
I do have an image to keep.

�� We waited for hours.� I don�t know why we
didn�t leave after a while, but something was holding us there, hoping � almost
desperately � that Tyson would show and everything would make sense to us.

�� I was beginning to believe that
maybe he wouldn�t show, that he finally had reached a
limit to his abilities to cope with the pressure of being a celebrity and the
pressures that came with the responsibilities he now held for his team and the
sport.

�� I came to meet Tyson, too, but I guess he�s not
coming.�� Max stated at
one point, sighing in defeat.� �I
suppose he as too much to worry about as World Champion to meet with us anymore.�

�� The three of us were watching the sun
set, still waiting.� But even our patience only went so far.

�� I don�t know what�s wrong with him!� I wanted him in top condition.�� Rei clenched his fists in bitter disappointment, and I didn�t blame him.� I knew what he felt like, since the same
ideas were going through my own mind.

�� Yes.�� Max
agreed.� �But�I�m sure he�ll be
fine.�� He looked up at Rei.

�� Yeah, you�re right.�
Tyson will get over this in his own way.�

�� If he�s a true champion, he will.�� Kai stated, adding his two-cents in.� He didn�t doubt for
a minute that Tyson would let him down.�
He couldn�t, and Kai wouldn�t let him.

�� The sun was blazing familiar
shades of reds, oranges, and golds, and turning the
sky into a riot of colour as evening fell when the
last member of our group finally came running up the side of the mountain, a
fierce determination I hadn�t seen in ages on his face
and in his stormy blue eyes.

�� Relief was a soothing balm to my
nerves when I saw it.� He was back.� My eternal rival had found himself again and
he was back.

�� He stopped in front of us,
breathing a little hard from the run and the climb.� His eyes landed on each of us, stopping on me
and holding steady.� I returned the gaze,
letting him know he had my total, undivided attention.� When Tyson spoke, the determination there
rang in my head like a bell.� �There�s something I need to tell you guys,
okay?� I�I am a blader first, and a
champion second.� Rei, Kai, Max�� he
pulled out his launcher and blade, preparing it for a launch.� �From
now on�I�m the challenger!�� He
launched his blade with ferocity and I don�t think any
of us could hold back a smile.� �Just like you guys!�

�� Rei and Max laughed, delighted
to see our friend back as Dragoon blasted through solid rock and demonstrated
that Tyson was indeed back on his game.

�� Nothing to worry about.�� Max glanced at Rei, who returned the glance
in relief.

�� Nope.� Nothing.�

�� Each of us stepped up to that
pedestal-alter, and the symbolism wasn�t lost on any
of us.� Four bladers, four elements, four
sacred spirits, standing at the exact points around the alter that marked the
four directions of a compass.� We may
have been on different teams, battling on our own terms against one another, but
we were still One.� Still Bladebreakers.

�� �As far as I�m concerned, any one of us could win this championship.�� Tyson stated.�
�But you�re going to have to bring
your best, because you�re going to have to go through me to get it.�

�� There was silence after Tyson�s
words.� And
really�nothing any of us could say to that.�
We stared at each other around the alter, the sunset blazing behind me,
the wind picking up around Tyson, the clouds gathering overhead and the scent
of on-coming rain in the air from Max�s direction, and the red, red earth under
Rei�s feet, appearing even more scorched from the sunset.� In silent agreement, we turned and left that
sacred spot as one, each going off in our own direction.

�� As I walked away, I added to
Tyson�s declaration in my head.� Rei�you�ll have
to go through me to get to Tyson, and I don�t plan on losing.� Good luck in your own battle with Tyson,
Max.� You�ve
earned it.

�� The real battle would start
now.� Everything that came before�was
little more than a prelude.� Now�the
gloves were coming off.

~~~~~~~~~~

�� I sat in the team booth with
Bryan and Spencer watching Tala and Lee battle it out.� I wasn�t sure what
was up with Rei�s old friend these days, but he wasn�t blading like he should
have been for someone of his skill and power.�
He hadn�t been blading as expected the entire
tournament, in fact.� I knew Tala was a
tad frustrated with the lack of competition, and I couldn�t
blame him.� At least he had Daichi to
look forward to, eventually.

�� For me�I was preparing myself
for the next match, which would be against Rei.�
I had never fought him myself, not one-on-one in an official match like
this before.� Training sessions aside, I didn�t know what to expect this time around.� I knew he�d be
tough, and I�d have my work cut out for me, but I was confident that I could
defeat him.� I had to, no ifs, ands, or
buts about it.

�� Tala drove Lee�s blade right out
of the dish and took a victory.� He came
to the bench and looked down at me.� �Are you ready to beat the best of White
Tiger X, Kai?� Kai?� Kai!?�� I ignored
him, remembering the training I had put myself through in Russia in order to develop a new,
incredibly powerful attack that I�d been saving for
just such an occasion as this.

I stood and slowly walked up to the dish, waiting
for Rei.� I hoped the others were watching
again, because I wanted Tyson to see how determined I was, how badly I wanted
to face him, and how far I was willing to go to do it.� And As Rei
approached from the other side, I kept my gaze somewhat neutral.� In a way, I was a little miffed at him for
leaving Tyson as he had � Max, too, but not as much as Rei.� I don�t know why,
but somehow Rei�s defection had irked me.

�� No matter who gets in my way�I will
be victorious!

�� We went at that battle like
there was no tomorrow, like it was life and death.� Neither of us were
willing to back down or cease pushing ourselves as hard as we had to.� I took out the bamboo rods that were placed
all over the dish, leaving crumbled debris in my wake and no
where for Rei to hide, then proceeded to go after him almost
viciously.� He was no better in his
attacks on me.� Rei gave as good as he was given.

�� Half-way through our battle, we
were both showing signs of the strain and of how tired we were becoming.� We had been expending our energy almost recklessly,
it seemed, hoping to make this quick and take victory
before the other knew what had happened.�
Only we were too evenly matched, and it wasn�t
turning out that way at all.

�� The only difference between us
was the level of our confidence in ourselves, and the fact that (in my mind,
anyway) I wanted it more.� I wanted this
victory more than Rei did.

�� Simple as
that.

�� One massive explosion later, I
was still on my feet and Dranzer was still spinning in the dish, while Rei was
face down across from me � though Driger was still spinning strong.� Very well�if he just wouldn�t
lie down and accept his defeat, I�d have to force him to do so.

�� I waited patiently for Rei to
find the strength to get up again and keep going.� And when he did, he
earned a great deal of respect from me for it, because not many were willing to
go that far to try and beat me.

�� Ouch.� He sent Dranzer slamming into the side of the
dish in front of me, forcing me to go down on one knee to keep myself and my blade anchored in the dish and still in the game.� Okay, so he wanted to play rough?� I�ll give him
rough.� �You�ll have to do better than that, Rei.�� I stood up.

�Don�t tempt me, Kai.� Don�t tempt me.�� Rei was staring at me somewhat shocked, and at the same time not really.� That attack of his�I think he may have had
issues with how I�d left Tyson, just as I did
him.� Oh well.� Neither of us had the right to throw stones
on that issue.

I raised a hand, reaching up to pull off the scarf
from around my neck � the one I wore for weight training.� It landed with a thunk!
of sound and took a piece out of the floor.� Ahhh�much better.� I
cracked my knuckles and began to centre myself for the attack, while we waited
for word from the judges as to whether or not they would end the match for a
clean up/repair break.

�� No such thing.� It was on, and Rei and I didn�t
waste any time pussy-footing around.� The
problem was�there was one thing that Rei had on me in skill.� Speed.� And he was most
definitely proving it with this initial move.�
Unfortunately for him, I was beginning to
figure out where his blade was by sound and the evidence of his passage that
was left behind.� Put the two together,
and I was almost able to actually see his blade again,
which was enough for me to unleash some tricks of my own.� I stopped his blade in its tracks with some
well-placed feathers.� I sent Dranzer
after Driger with pure force and fury, and Rei�s blade went flying.� I�d won the match �
but it was hard won.� I recalled Dranzer,
feeling a little dizzy and wobbly on my feet, and turned to get the hell out of
there before I collapsed.

�� Kai!�� Rei�s voice made me pause.

�� Yeah, Rei?�� I managed to ask in a steady voice.

�� �I wish you good luck�in the finals.�

�� �Thanks.�� I smiled to
myself, and continued on toward the exit, ignoring
Tala and the other two.

�� Once I�d managed to get out of
sight, I let myself fall into the wall and propped it up for a while, breathing
heavily and trying to regain enough of my strength to get through the rest of
the day without appearing as if I�d just come out on the wrong side of a
battle.� I looked down at my blade, my
hand shaking slightly.� Gods.� If Tyson was more powerful than Rei had been�I was almost ready to
face him.� But now
I had a really good idea just how much work I had yet to do, so let my head
fall back against the wall and my eyes close.

~~~~~~~~~~

�� The next match was going to be a
big one, a match I wouldn�t miss for the world.� I had handled Max fairly well, but now�it was
Tyson�s turn.� They hadn�t
faced each other in an official match before, either, so this was going to be
just as interesting as my own had been against Rei � to hear those two
announcer guys tell it.� Koala Dome?� Who the hell came up with these lame names anyway?

�� I sat up in the stands with my
team, exhausted but way too keyed up to be somewhere recovering when I had to
watch this battle.� Grudge match
indeed.� Not to mention
decisive.� Both Max�s team and
Tyson�s were tied in the standings, and this match
would determine who went on to the finals.

�� And thus�faced
me.

�� Daichi was up first against
Rick, and as he reached the dish, he glanced over directly at where we were
sitting, and grinned at Tala � much to my vast amusement.� I fought not to snicker at his expression,
though he did give me a side-glower in warning anyway.

�� The match started up and those two wasted less time than Rei and I did.� At one point, I heard someone in the stands
nearby ask if anyone else smelled something burning.

�� �Huh�I can smell it, too.� Must be from the friction of their blades.�� Tala commented, watching the match closely
with more interest than I�d seen him display in
anything for a long time.

�� The force of their blades and
the vibrations of their blades grinding at each other busted right through the
bridge across the middle of the dish where they�d been
fighting.� They kept up the momentum,
though, and soon they were cracking right through the dish itself.� It was amazing, really.� Powerhouses in their own
right.� I threw a quick glance at
Tala, and hoped he knew what he was getting into if he went up against Daichi
in the finals.

�� Daichi�s last attack cut right
into Rick�s and sent his blade shooting up into the
air, taking out a light way up in the ceiling of the stadium.� He�d taken Rick
down, and it was up to Max if the All-Starz wanted to
stay in the tournament � and vice-versa, it was up to Tyson.� I watched Daichi collapse in exhaustion,
knowing exactly how he felt.

�� While Rei and I had been mostly evenly matched, with somewhat similar styles
of blading (mine was power and endurance, while his was speed and balance),
Tyson and Max�s skills were also evenly matched � but their styles were the
polar opposite of each other.� Max was a
defensive blader, while Tyson was all about pure offense power.� This was a clash of the titans, and had I
been a nervous person, I�d have been sitting on the
edge of my seat, clutching the seat in front of me with white-knuckled hands
and biting my nails off.

�� But I�m
not, so I just watched with an unreal intensity.

�� Then too,
if I believed in signs�then the stadium they fought on was a big one.� Ayers rock.� My eyes widened, and I could see the shock
and dismay on Max and Tyson�s faces.

�� This battle was insanely
intense, just from watching in the stands.�
I couldn�t imagine what it was like for my
friends down there at the dish.� And then Max pulled something I hadn�t expected.� He had learned from me in our battle, and the
battle I fought with Rick, and switched his style in the middle of the battle
by going on the offensive with Tyson.�
Once again I had to readjust my view of the
blonde kid.� There were few bladers who
could do that and not screw it up, and he�d just shown
me he was one of them.� A faint smile
crossed my face as Tyson looked like he wanted to kick something.� I think he wasn�t
expecting that move of Max�s either, but he didn�t let it phase him for
long.� He just did what he does best �
fight back with everything he has.

�� I watched with no small amount
of awe as Tyson unleashed a windstorm unlike anything I�d
seen from him before.� He was trying his
very best to push Draciel and Max out of the dish
with just the pure force of that wind.�
Amazed by that, but even more so that Max was holding out against it and
then actually advancing forward on
Dragoon�� Phew.� That was just way too
close a call.

�� Max�s strategy shouldn�t have surprised me.�
He always was a fantastic strategist when it came to blading.� He pretty much led Tyson around the dish by the
nose the entire time�until the final moments when Tyson proved why he was a
two-time World Champion.

�� He rode out Draciel�s
Gravity Control like a surfer rides the waves, and when the time was right, he
unleashed Dragoon�s Galaxy Storm and that was the end of that.� I felt badly for Max, but at the same time
was rather proud of him.� He�d definitely proven himself out there.

�� And
Tyson had done what I need him to do � win that match and advance to the
finals.� Expectations fulfilled, I left
the stadium fully satisfied with the outcome.�
There was only one team left standing in the way of our battle �
F-Dynasty.

~~~~~~~~~~

�� The last leg of the tournament
was returning to the home of the World Champion�back to where it all
began.� There�s
an irony in that, I suppose.� Returning
to Bay City was
a relief to me, in a way.� No matter what
happened here this time, I knew that the probability of my career as a blader
continuing was fairly slim.� After this�I would probably retire from
active tournaments and competitions.� I�d
never stop blading completely, of
course, but no more competitions.

�� Maybe I could finally have a
real life, and maybe�something would change enough in my life that I could be
around Tyson without feeling like I didn�t belong
there, wasn�t worthy to be there.

�� A press conference was held to announce how the three remaining teams were
going to battle it out for the title.�
BBA Revolution was going to have to face F-Dynasty, since they were tied for the other spot in the finals.� Not surprisingly (to me at least), Tyson and
Daichi declared that they wanted a tag-team match against the brother-sister
duo, and they accepted.� I had been
watching Tyson and Daichi all this time, and I had
seen his improvement, their team improvement, and with that degree of it, I was
sure they could be more than a match tag-team style for F-Dynasty.

�� They had better be, at least,
because if Tyson screwed this up I was going to kick his ass from here to the
moon.

�� I watched their match from the
locker room with Tala, and I don�t know why I bothered
to worry at all.� For a brief moment it looked like Tyson and Daichi were going to fall
into the same trap they had the last time they�d fought F-Dynasty, but then
they pulled a fantastic feint and totally blew the twins away.

�� Now that it was official, there
was nothing standing between me and my ultimate goal, the one
thing I believed I wanted in life more than anything.

�� It�s
you and me, Tyson, in the re-match of epic proportions.

~~~~~~~~~~

�� Maybe I�m
a fool.� I had an advantage and I threw
it away.� But...all I wanted was an
official match with Tyson, on a level playing field all the way around, and
that included the fact that he hadn�t had enough time to rest and heal up from
his last match before he faced me.� My honour wouldn�t allow that
condition to interfere.� So to level things between us, I asked Bryan and Spencer for
a little assistance while Tala went out and attempted to win the first round
against Daichi.� I was sorry that I wasn�t going to be watching and wasn�t going to be there in
support of him (he was my teammate, after all), but this was what I had to do.

�� So when I stepped out into the
stadium, somewhat bruised and beaten up, the odd scrape and gash here and
there, my energy depleted just enough to match what I estimated Tyson�s to be,
I was totally prepared for the upcoming battle.�
I could see the surprise and the admiration that shone in Tyson�s eyes
as I approached, and the disbelief that I�d throw away
an advantage like that, even if I did have my pride.� He gave me a rueful smile and shook his head
minutely, as if to say, �You�re nuts,
Hiwatari, but I knew you wouldn�t let me down even with everything that�s
happened.�

�� Apparently
while I�d be evening the score, Tala and Daichi had tied their match.� Which left Tyson and I to
battle for the title.� I don�t think there�s any way it could have been any more
perfect.

�� So Kai�you up for this?�� Tyson asked, eyeing
the damage Kai displayed.

�� Of course.� And�I�ve brought a friend.�� Kai showed Tyson his blade.

�� No way!�� Tyson blinked.� It was a new Dranzer blade.� Kenny and Hilary were a little surprised, but
Hiro wasn�t.� He
understood what Kai had done.

�� You�re not the only one who has already battled
today, Tyson.�

�� You?�� Tyson�s face became quite serious.� �I see.�

�� From nearby in the stands, Kai could hear Gramps �
barely.� But he
was strangely honoured by the Elder Kinomiya�s
comments.

�� Heh.� For such a moody guy,
Kai sure has class.� That dude just
earned my respect.� I hope Tyson
appreciates it.�� The old man stood up
and yelled down at his grandson.� �Tyson!� Kai evened up
the score �cause he wants a challenge from you!� Don�t disappoint him, yo!�

�� I�m ready when you are!�� Tyson declared, getting out
his blade and launcher, prepping them for the battle.� �I may not have a fancy new Dranzer like you,
but that�s fine with me �cause my trusty Dragoon has
never let me down!�

�� Before they
could get started, however, Mr. Dickenson revealed a new, special dish just for
this battle.� Both bladers stared at the
field they�d been given � one square mile of
wilderness � the crowds gasped in awe and excitement.

�� Hmm�perfect.��
Kai smiled, looking across the expanse of the stadium dish at his
opponent.� Tyson looked
back, a smile of his own crossing his face.

�� Kai!�

�� You want to get started, right?�� Kai acknowledged, getting out his own blade
and launcher.

�� Right off the launch, things got
amazingly intense and wild.� The blades
collided without even hitting the ground first, and the
shockwave was enough to make everyone present wince, and even Tyson and I had
to take a bracing step back from the pressure.�
But it didn�t deter us for long.� Every time our blades hit, the shockwaves
that flew off the collision were thick enough to make the ground shake and the
air harder to breathe.

�� We kept trying to gain an
advantage, doing our best to ignore the shocks and keep on attacking each other
with ferocity.� I could feel in every hit
in my bones, and in those hits there was a tinge of
anger. �I didn�t
blame him for it.� And
I was glad that he was taking it out on me in the way that we both needed � in
this beybattle.

�� Whoa!� I went down on one knee after the last
shockwave, wondering if maybe I did screw up and I should have thrown my pride
out the window�� Then Tyson was calling
out to me from across the dish.

�� Kai!�

�� I looked up and saw his blade
spinning toward me and kicking up a great deal of dust from the dish�s
landscape.� He came at me and I stood up
in a hurry, sending Dranzer flying up in the air to counter his attack.

�� I�m not out yet!�

�� Dranzer dive-bombed Dragoon,
forcing up boulders and chunks of earth all around Dranzer.� Tyson blinked in relief, as Dragoon had
barely managed to avoid that one.

�� I gotta admit, Kai.� I definitely didn�t
see that coming.� But now it�s my turn!�

�� �You�ve played right into my hands!�� I grinned.

�� �It was a trap?�� I saw the
slight panic cross his face.

�� My attack broke the plank he stood
on across from my own perch above the dish below, and he fell with the
debris.� He got up again quickly enough,
so I didn�t waste time worrying about whether or not
he was okay after that fall.� He looked
up at me and grinned a little.

�� That blast took a chunk out of the beystadium,
and it didn�t even slow Dragoon down.� Is
that the best you�ve got, Kai?�

�� �Not by a long shot.�� I
replied.� �You should have stayed down while you had the chance!� Go,
Dranzer!!�� I went on the attack again, but Tyson put up
quite a fight.� I had to admire how he
used everything he�d learned over his battles from the
other teams he�d fought, and how he was using them against me.

�� My blade ricocheted off a rock
after being picked up and tossed away by Tyson�s storm attack that he�d picked up from Daichi, and the storm engulfed the plank
that I was standing on.� Down I went,
joining my rival in the dish itself.� Ouch�that smarts.

�� I got to my feet in time to see
Tyson bring out one of F-Dynasty�s attacks next, making Dragoon fly up in the
air and drop down onto mine, spinning on top of
Dranzer.� I wouldn�t
let him get away with that.� I spun my
blade just a little bit faster and booted Dragoon off of
it.

�� The battle continued with me ferociously attacking and Tyson barely escaping.� From up in the stands, I could feel a sudden
wave of understanding coming from the other two members of my former team.� Internally, I smiled.� They finally get it.� They finally get that this battle is the one I�ve waited for, prepared for, my entire life.� Now�Tyson was the only one left to figure it
out.

�� I�ve traveled a long road to get here, Tyson.� This
is my life�s work.� Everything I�ve seen, and everything I�ve done�it all starts and ends
with you.� From the first time you
defeated me, I�ve known it.� I�ve watched you
grow ever since.� Sometimes you won,
sometimes lost, but you always persevered.�
No matter how bad things got, you always looked deep inside yourself and
found the strength to continue.� And when a member of the team fell, it was you who was
always there to pick him back up.� When I
realized I could never be like you�the only thing left for me was to defeat
you.� Only then would I have complete
faith in my own skill and strength.� I
had no choice but to find a way to win.� No matter what the cost to myself��

�That�s why I had to leave the team.� That�s why I trained
with Dranzer in the frozen tundra of Russia.� And that�s why I
chose Tala as my partner when he would much rather battle solo.� I hid myself away in extreme isolation,
forced to survive in the most hostile environment I could find.� I gave up everything from my old life�and dedicated myself to training in
mind and body.� To
become the ultimate Beyblading machine.�
Sometimes things got so bad that I was ready to throw in the towel.� But I just pictured you, Tyson, and it all
came flooding back.�

Kai made eye contact with
Tyson and stood tall and proud as he spoke.�
�I learned that no matter how tall the wall stands, there�s always a way
to knock it down to size!�� Dranzer rose up from his blade in a fury of flame, and Tyson braced
himself, preparing for the attack.

�� We attacked each other again,
and it was wickedly intense.� The
shockwaves were pouring off our grinding blades in never-ending, continuous
flows, and it was getting harder and harder for us to stay on our feet.� But we did it.� This was the battle I wanted.� This was the battle I�d been dying for.� All our strength and skill pitted against
each other in a dance-like fight.�
Neither of us letting up, pounding on each other to the best of our
abilities.

�� Finally, I pulled a rabbit out
of my hat and unleashed it on Tyson.� I
reversed the spin of my blade, countering the force of Tyson�s blade and thus,
neutralizing it.� Everything suddenly
just stopped � the wind, the flames, the shockwaves,
all of it � but our blades kept on spinning.�
Tyson and I exchanged grins and the crowd watched, stunned.� I knew perfectly well that no one had ever
seen anything like this battle.

�� Then the fight turned
physical.� Now it was as if we were
physically fighting each other as well as the battle with our blades.� I pushed him, he pushed back, we ground at each other with a ridiculous force that
threatened to destroy the entire stadium.�
We kept it up, and around us there was a
strange silence as everyone watched in awe.

�� And then�I
let go of any restraints I had on Dranzer at the same time Tyson did the same
to Dragoon, and the resulting explosion of pure power � flame versus storm �
blasted upward and took out the majority of the stadium�s roof, and I�m sure it
threatened a few satellites in orbit, too.�
But Tyson and I were nearly unaware of it.� We�d both been
knocked out for a moment with the explosion.

�� Even that wasn�t
enough to keep us down.� We slowly �
albeit painfully � shoved ourselves up and to our feet
again, swaying just a little.� Our blades
had stopped, and it appeared as if it had happened at the same time.� So no decision made.

�� We took a breather as we waited
for the judges to tell us what was going to happen next.� Would we be allowed
to continue?

�� I didn�t
care.� We were doing this.� Screw the judges.� Tyson and I prepared for another launch, and
I could tell he felt the same.� Off came
my scarf once again.� Time
for extremes.

�� Then came
Mr. Dickenson�s announcement: we were both to be declared the winner of the
tournament and to share the title, and the battle was declared over by a draw.

�� Anger was righteous and
raw.� No way was he doing this to me.�
�NO WAY.�

�� �Huh?�� Mr. Dickenson looked
down at me from the nearly destroyed judges booth high
above the dish.

�� �You can�t do that to me!�� I
absolutely fumed.� �Are you telling me that his whole tournament has just been a complete
joke?!� That
everything we�ve done so far doesn�t count because you decided we get
punished for working hard?!�

�� Kai, please!�� Mr. Dickenson tried placating me.� But it wasn�t going
to work.� Nothing would satisfy me but the continuation of this battle.

�� All I�m asking for is the chance to decide this in the beystadium!� Winner?� If that�s what you want, then you can have it!� All I want is to settle my battle with
Tyson.�� I turned my furious, hard
glare on Tyson.� �What about you, Tyson?� How do
you want to settle this?�

�� �Well��

�� I can�t believe you�d want to leave this at a draw, either, especially
being the defending Champ and all.� Well?� What do you
say?�

�� �Well, I��� Tyson sighed and
flashed a small grin at me.� �I say we finish this!�� He turned to look up at the judges and pled
his case � and was supported in full voice beginning
with our teammates up in the stands.� Rei
and Max lent their voices to our cause, and the rest of the teams present, as
well as the crowd itself followed.

�� In the end�Mr.
Dickenson really had no choice.

�� Everyone in the stadium counted
us down, and with a fierce launch, Tyson � my eternal rival and closest friend
� and I went back to the business of trying to bring about a final defeat to
it.�

�� And I
thought the last round had been like a physical fight.� This time it was very much like that.

�� I didn�t
know what he was up to, but I had to admit he was pretty damned tough.

�� Something strange was happening the longer and harder we fought.� It was almost like I could
feel him inside of my head, inside my very soul, and there was some weird
connection between us � even stranger was that it felt so familiar.� What was
this?

�� Time seemed to stop in its
tracks.� I could still hear our blades
clashing, could still hear the faint roar of the fans around us.� But I felt like I
was floating, and now I really could hear Tyson in my head�

�� This is really weird!� It�s like I can sense Kai�s every move!� No matter from where or how intense his
attack is, Dragoon seems to be able to read it and put up a defense.�

�� I blinked, shocked.

�� I don�t know what�s going on here, Kai�it�s like I�m suddenly
psychic.�

�� Man, that�s freaky.� I was
just thinking the same thing.�

�� Freaky or not, I came here to win, and that�s what I�m going to
do!� The plan was to three-peat as World
Champion, and I�ve come too far to let anyone or
anything stand in my way.� That means you�re going down, Kai!�
I know we used to be teammates, and even now I
don�t look at you as my enemy.� You�re just another guy standing in my way to get to the
top.� So when it�s all said and done, all
I want is for you to think that I beat you fair and square, Kai.�� Tyson looked deeply into my eyes and smiled
at me � and it hit me just how much I�d missed
him.� �Sorry.� But I gotta get this battle over with.� No big deal�it�s just that I suddenly
realized that going up against you is kinda cool,
Kai, �cause we both get so into it.� When
we fight, I completely zone out.� I just
love that feeling!�

�� �I know!�� I couldn�t help but agree with him.� After all�wasn�t
that why I was here?� �I feel the same way.�� I smiled back at him.

�� There it was again!� That fluttering in my
stomach, the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears�� What was this emotion?� It couldn�t be what
I thought it was�could it?

�� I didn�t
have time to consider it.� The scenery
shifted suddenly, and we were surrounded by stars and light.

�� When I battle against you Tyson, it�s like I forget where I am because
the competition is so intense.�� I
stared at him.� �I�m serious.� But that doesn�t
mean I�m just going to lie down and let you win.�

�� �I�wouldn�t have it any other way.�

�� We stared at each other, savouring the connection, trying to grasp the reality of
our situation and wrap our heads around it.�
And when we did, it was a silent agreement to
continue that sent us into the next phase of our battle.

�� �Dranzer!�� I cried out, preparing for what could very
well be my final attack.

�� �Dragoon!�� Tyson�s own cry rang out after mine.� It was a truly awesome sight to see.� We weren�t fighting
in the stadium anymore.� We were battling
in that surreal astrological landscape in our minds.

�� Our Sacred Spirits collided
again, and this time the explosion was colossal.

Suddenly I blanked out, and when I opened my eyes I was treated to the most awe-inspiring sight
ever.� It was as if the entire universe
was laid out before me � us.� Tyson was
lying next to me on a white-sand beach, the gentle lapping of waves against the
shore soothing and calming my soul.

�� I sat up, and looked down at my
rival, my partner in this place.� �Whoa��

�� That�s got to be the most extreme battle I�ve ever
experienced.� It�s like I left my body
and watched it from somewhere else.��
Tyson�s description made me smile again.�
A soft, un-Kai-like smile.� I was so warm�� That�s
why I love Beyblading.� It makes you
forget about time, makes you forget about your problems, and it makes you focus
on exactly what�s going on in the stadium.� I know it sounds kind of strange, but when
you love something as much as blading, nothing else around you really matters��

�� The quiet, calm world
disappeared abruptly and we were back in the stadium, surrounded by a fog of
dust and smoke.� My ears were ringing, my
body hurt, and I was so exhausted�

�� It was over.� I could feel it.� Dranzer spun to a stop, and I went over like
a ton of bricks.� I had lost.

�� Tyson was now the World Champion
of blading for the third time in a row.

�� Almost immediately he was surrounded by our friends and rival teammates, as well as
Gramps and the fans from the stands.�
They rushed passed me to try and get to him,
and I had to smile as I rose shakily to my feet.� I retrieved my blade, and sighed.� Well,
it�s not what I wanted, but if I have to lose to
anyone, I�d want it to be Tyson.� Way to
go, buddy.� You
deserve the win�

�� Exhausted beyond
belief, I turned and silently slipped away, unnoticed by anyone else �
though I thought I felt Tyson�s eyes on the back of my head briefly, through
that weird connection between us.� It hadn�t faded even though the battle had ended, and in a way,
I didn�t want it to.

�� Tyson�just wait until next time!

~~~~~~~~~~

Kali Notes:� There you have it.� I covered the first half of G-Rev (up to and
including episode 30!), and man.� *dies*� I apologize for not including the
ultimate in TyKa (episode 48 � �Ai Da!�), but I haven�t seen the BEGA arc, and I know I can�t
do that justice without having seen it.� You
may be thinking, �That�s it?� But�� Never fear!�
I�m not done.�
lol�� More is still in the works for this
fic!� But you�ll have to wait and see
what it is� *winks*� Thanks everyone for reading!� Please
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