Author's note: This is my second fic, and of course it's a Tyka, I hope people reading will like it. It's a bit darker to what I'm used to. I changed the person a lot, before anyone flames me, to cause more confusion. Lol I'm not sure anyone will really like it, but I gave it a go. If anyone wants another chapter please review it, though I might leave it as a one-shot. :) thanks you for reading.

Author: Marble eyes

Title: Cold Embrace

Pairings: Tyka, maybe friendship between MaRe, could be more.

Summary: What if Kai had actually beaten the blade breakers with black Dranzer? Would everything be different? It is for a Tyson who doesn't know if he is running from himself, his love of Kai and darker things. Tyka.

It was cold, cold like darkness. Wind was angrily ripping against him like razors, he didn't care. All he cared about was running, surviving, that was all that was left now. They were all gone, all parted, like a harsh wind pulling leaves away. Were they alive? He didn't know, maybe he never would. How could they do this to him? He couldn't think about that now, it still hurt, still felt like a thousand daggers in his heart, he couldn't let it consume him, he had to survive. They were after him again, he could tell. Sore eyes refused to look back, they were glued open from the horrors they had seen, this wasn't meant to be. He couldn't look back, or he would stop and be caught, be trapped. Running was the only way forwards, but one day they would find him, caged him like an animal. Why was this happening? There was no light anymore, just darkness and icy unloving winds. Did those ruby eyes still burn like flames he wondered, but then he shook the thought out of his head, that was a weakness, weakness would get him caught.

It never used to be like this, he'd been happy in the beginning. The beginning; that thought created fire in his heart, the only warm thought that had kept him going. It had started off great, him, Max, Rei, Kenny, and that person. They had been happy, he had been happy. He thought he could do anything, win tournaments, be the best, but that was all gone now, destroyed by a dark ghost of a bird. It wasn't fair, he hadn't asked for this. No one had asked for this. He'd been innocent, just like everyone else. But the darkness of bio volt had spread how he missed the sun on his face. He couldn't go out, there were too many people, and it was too dangerous. He ran through the night, a silent ghost of a young boy. Was he dead? He didn't know at all or care anymore; all that mattered was running and staying alive. The darkness was starting to get to him; he shouldn't have to go through this. Time was running out, grains falling angrily in a glass. His life was like glass now, in the balance, it was going to shatter.

He couldn't take it any more. Couldn't things go back to how they were before, bright and happy? The past is supposed to be painful, but the present was torture. He enjoyed living in his fantasy world, where things were how they used to be. It was his mind, his mind must be so messed up that he was sure it could never be sorted out. But there was hope; it was in his pocket, burning against his fingers. When he felt like giving up, that was what kept him going. It was Dranzer, a fiery hope. That's what they wanted, that's why they were chasing him. He wasn't strong enough yet, he couldn't face them. He was too weak, with only one thing on his mind. It was all he had left of him, a piece of the light of the person he loved. The person couldn't feel any more, he was sure of that. All of them were after him again; he should be used to it by now. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? Exhaustion, he had felt that so many times, so many times he had fainted and woken up in the middle of a cold field, passing out wasn't the most funniest things. He always woke up with a pounding headache; it was starting to annoy him. His chasers had to give up one day, didn't they? He wondered who was chasing him, was it Tala? That kid had always freaked him out, his spiked hair was too tall to be true.

He had to go back now, think through things from the beginning. Why was this happening? It was easy to answer; it was that day on the lake. It still made his heart ache painfully now, it was the day when he finally gave up on him, him being the coldest person in the world. He laughed bitterly to himself, funny; even after all the thing's he's done to him, he still loved him. Loved him so much his heart ached, the dreams where he was in his arms and being held safely, they were harmful. He couldn't take it any longer. He had a mission, nothing else mattered. His emotions were making him weak, just like he said they would. He had to find a safe place and train, take them all on. Dranzer was all that mattered now, he was the only piece of-, no he couldn't think of that. It was starting to become cloudy now, the exhaustion was taking over. He was going to black out, he knew it. This was bad, they were behind him. He didn't care anymore, no one else did. He remembered how this happened remembered well. But now it was all turning black, he was falling to the floor, this was bad.

He was on the lake again, seeing it all happen again. Dragoon's presence was making him feel warm; would he ever feel that warmth again? It wasn't likely. He could see himself, Kenny, Max, Rei and Kai. A soft wind swept through his hair, he was seeing Kai again. He could feel the weakness, but closed it away. He had a ball of angry and sad feelings all hidden inside, if he let them out then he was sure to die. He watched the scene intensely, soon all the beyblades had stopped spinning, accept black Dranzer. That blade never stopped spinning, and haunted his nightmares. Max was suddenly seen quickly parachuting in. Max was always a hero type, but his blade was soon crushed, black Dranzer overpowered it, just like every other blade. Then-Then

'I have beaten you all now.' Hissed Kai. 'This is how powerful your so called team spirit is.'

Max clenched his blade nervously, whispering quickly to it.

'Because of your poor performances, I will take them. You never deserved bit beast, none of you!'

The blades were starting to glow.

Tyson who had his eyes clenched shut for most of the time, suddenly sprung into action. 'You don't know anything Kai!' tears were now flowing down his face, 'If you had any respect you'd know how much we all care for our bit beats, like you should about Dranzer!'

'Look, again your emotions have made you weak.' Ruby eyes were suddenly cold. Not burning, the usual colour gone, now just a dull copy.

Rei was looking thoughtfully at Max. Tyson had wondered at the time why he was doing that, but later he found that Rei had blocked it all out and was just staring. Rei had gone insane that day, right after Drigger was taken; there was nothing nobody could do. Tyson remembered the cold look on Max's face, and the sobs at night, that was the worst. He hadn't just lost his bit beast that day, he had lost his friends. It wasn't fair, but he had learnt to deal with it now.

Before anyone could stop him that day, Tyson had launched himself at Kai, and hit him. Looking back, it was the only pleasure he got from that day, and it drew a thin layer of blood from Kai's lip. He was human, but he wasn't Kai. He took the bit beasts after that. Black Dranzer glowing. He has felt the pain seize him, the minute Dragoon was gone. That was when he remembered, he had Dranzer in his pocket. He had launched it before thinking that was one of the best things he'd ever done. Dranzer lost of course, but when Black Dranzer had tried to absorb it, something strange happened. Dranzer fought, and was harshly put back into its blade. Black Dranzer was weakened that day, not by much, but still weakened. Kai had disappeared soon after that, not saying a word, but his crimson eyes met Tyson's before he left and a spark shot between them. That was the last time Tyson really saw everyone together.

After that happened; Rei was admitted to a hospital. They didn't know what it was, but didn't think he'd ever be cured; mostly all he does now is staring into space. Funny how life can be so cruel, Kenny disappeared with Emily; they were going to make a difference, that's why they had to go, be protected. Max and Me stuck together, long enough for the final battle. No one but Kai ever knew I had Dranzer. Max and I sat together in that Stadium, watching Robert's team slowly get beaten. They all failed, each time it got more and more painful. Black Dranzer got more and more powerful. Suddenly in the middle of the last match against Kai and Johnny, I knew what I had to do. I ran, it was cowardly I know. But Dranzer is something special that needs protecting; it's what is going to get me Dragoon back. I will be strong one day. I have to control my emotion, that's my trouble. I need to stop caring for Kai, I need to hate him. I don't know what happened to Max after that match; I've been running ever since. They keep trying to track me down, I've heard blades spinning. They're getting closer. The closer I get the less chance I have. They've taken over towns and destroyed them. No one is there to help me any more. No one. But I can't give up, never! Never!

Pale blue eyes suddenly opened slowly, looking in a small muddy field bathed in sunlight, a groan was suddenly given off by the boy with messy long hair, and torn clothes that were dirty and too big for him. Dark blue hair was almost black, and matted with filth. But the eyes still had a glint of light, hidden at the back. The eyes stood out the most from the sunken pale face. The boy suddenly realised he wasn't alone; he sprang up like a rabbit but suddenly hissed in pain. The person with him held a beyblade launcher up to his head.

'Looks like I'm in for a reward.' Smiled dull lifeless eyes.

The boy, who had been running for so long, suddenly felt a mixture of grief, terror and anger, maybe even some relief. Tears were forming in hopeless eyes. The only thought in his mind was it was finally over, he gripped Dranzer tightly. It had all been for nothing.

The person with the launched stared slowly at him, messy blond hair blowing gently in the wind. Dull blue eyes that used to show so much joy, now extinguished. He was part of biovolt and had the uniform on to prove it; he must only do what they say.

Blue eyes looked round in grief, and met the same dull blue ones as his captor.

His captor suddenly gasped in shock, realisation hitting him like a land slide of rocks. Familiar eyes, belonging to a familiar person were staring back at him.

The blond gasped in shock, pain chocking him and coming to the surface. 'T-T-T-Tyson?'