Disclaimer: this is a short fic and I don't own beyblade.
Tyson stared at the wall in his bedroom. The others had stopped banging on his door hours ago, they'd learned to leave him alone.
The normal happy go-lucky Tyson would have been touched by their loving warmth and might have cracked a few jokes to lighten the mood. Right now however, the only feeling the midnight blue haired boy was feeling was frustration.
His clothes were dis guarded and he had a pair of loose shorts and a big red t-shirt. Tala was already admitted in the hospital earlier that day after the battle with Garland; he'd lost a lot of blood and hadn't woken up yet. The doctors said they weren't sure if he'd ever get out of a coma.
His eyes dimmed and red from crying as he glanced around the wall. A picture of Hiro he'd drawn when he was six was hanging near by with a single piece of tap. A photograph of the Bladebreakers holding their first and last trophy as a team was above it. But that was all in the past now. There was no championship team or any enchantment left of his older brother.
Hiro and Kai had both done the unthinkable.
His older brother, flesh and blood had joined the BEGA team and his ex-team captain soon followed suit.
Tyson sighed. In reality he couldn't believe half of him expected Kai to join team BEAGA as he held Tala in his arms. The Russian had always gone for the better hand trying to get stronger so he could beat Tyson. The other half couldn't fathom it.
That half of his self had screamed in shock, Tala was the closest thing Kai had had to a family. The Blitzkrieg boys had grown up together and knew everything about one another. For Kai to join the team after what Boris did to them, especially Tala, was unreal. It didn't make any sense.
And Hiro…
The world champion fell back on his bed. His older brother, idol, and teacher had joined the dictatorship. The older Granger taught his younger everything he knew about Beyblade. The sport took passion, heart, determination, practice, and a love for the game. The bond between to competitors locked in a match was sacred and should be respected.
Garland had broken the rules.
He had cheated.
Toyed with his opponent.
Attacked Tala physically.
Yet Hiro had chosen him, Boris, BEGA over the game, over his own brother!
Tyson jumped up in anger and punched the wall as he fell to his knees, hot bitter tears of confusion burned his cheeks. Why? Hiro wasn't like that. Kai wasn't like that, the Russian had changed after Biovault. Why the hell was this happening? His world had fallen apart.
One last chapter.