Chapter Eighteen
Thirteen-year-old Hilary stared sullenly at Tyson as he and the rest of the Bladebreakers trained. Max and Ray had arrived the previous day and Kai had immediately started on their training.
Even though Hilary knew how important training was for the guys---after all, they needed to defeat Team Psychic---she couldn't help but feel jealous. Ever since Kai arrived the week before, Tyson had been completely obsessed with his stupid spinning tops game more than usual, and Hilary couldn't help but feel like she didn't belong, like she wasn't wanted.
Ever since he won the tournament the previous year, he had become more arrogant than usual, but that didn't surprise her. Tyson had always had a big head. It was only natural that it got bigger once he became famous. She just felt like he had forgotten her somewhere along that line.
She wasn't even sure if they could be considered friends anymore. It was like they had gone from being best friends, to acquaintances, to…strangers.
She nodded her head. Yeah. They were strangers now. In one year they had changed so much that they didn't even know each other anymore…and even though it hurt Hilary to no end, Tyson didn't even seem to care.
And why should he? He had a bunch of guy friends now. What did he need with a scrawny little brat of a girl who only yelled at him?
Her shoulders slumped and she let out a soft sigh. Maybe it would be better if she just left. She doubted that anyone would notice.
"Hey, Hilary, where are you going?" a voice asked as she turned to go inside the dojo to grab her things and leave.
She turned around to find all five boys looking at her curiously. Max had been the one to speak.
She sighed. "I was just going to go home. I don't want to be in the way while you're all training."
Tyson blinked in surprise and cocked his head slightly to the side. "What makes you think that you're in the way?"
She didn't answer. If she said what was on her mind, she'd just sound like a big baby and then they were all sure to hate her.
"Hilary…" he pressed, causing the girl to bounce on her heels.
She hated when he did that. It made her feel like a little kid being scolded by her parents.
Tyson grinned and walked up to Hilary, placing his hands gently on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Come on, Hil. Tell me what's wrong. How am I supposed to help you get out of your sulky mood if you won't talk? You're beginning to act like Kai."
The girl stopped bouncing on her heels and jutted her bottom lip out in a pout. She wasn't acting anything like Kai. She at least tried to start up a conversation, everyone just chose to ignore her.
She narrowed her eyes at Tyson and pushed his arms off of her so that she could place her hands on her hips. "How can you go from ignoring me to being Mr. Worrywart?"
"I'm not ignoring you!" Tyson exclaimed, suddenly angry. "I'm trying to practice so that we can beat Team Psychic!"
"I know that!" Hilary said. "That's why I didn't want to say anything. It makes me feel like I'm being selfish, but I can't help it. All of you are over here doing stuff while I'm just standing there on the sidelines trying to figure out what you're doing. I mean, I have no idea what you guys are doing. I mean, all I know is that you have to pull that thingy so that that thingy shoots out that thingy and that thingy begins to spin and hit someone else's thingy until one of the thingies stops spinning and the person whose thingy didn't stop spinning is the winner of the thingy."
"Can you say that again a little slower?" Dizzi asked as Tyson shook his head grinning at Hilary and the rest of the guys stared at her dumbstruck.
The thirteen-year-old rolled her eyes with a small pout. "Tyson, translate."
Tyson turned towards the other with an amused look on his face. "She said that all she knows is that we pull the ripcord so that the launcher launches the beyblade and the beyblade starts spinning and battling against an apposing blade and the person whose blade is still spinning in the end wins the battle."
A look of understanding passed across the faces of the confused boys. "Oh."
Ray scratched the back of his head. "But I thought that you've known Tyson for most of your life," it was a statement, not a question.
The girl shrugged. "I have. I just never really took the time to learn about his spinning tops game and he never took the time to learn about my singing. We had no idea what the other person was doing, we just sort of rooted each other on."
"Hn," was Kai's response as everyone else just nodded. "I guess we could try to teach you a bit about it, so that you understand at least a little bit of what we're doing."
"Really?" Hilary asked excitedly before the smile faded from her face and she looked at Kai suspiciously. "What's the catch?"
He lifted a brow. "What makes you think that there's a catch?"
She walked up to him and poked him in his chest, earning a small glare from Kai which she blatantly ignored. "This is the most that you've said to me in the two weeks that you have known me. There has got to be a catch."
"Hn," the Russian replied as he removed her finger from his chest and walked away.
Hilary placed her hands firmly on her hips and glared after his retreating form. "How can you say all that and then just go back to ignoring me? Tell me what the catch is or I swear I will throw my shoe at the back of your head!" as if proving her point, she took her shoe off and pulled her arm back as if ready to throw.
Ray, Max, and Kenny stared at her in astonishment as Tyson just shook his head smiling.
"That girl has a death wish," Dizzi told the whole group.
Kai didn't even turn around. She wouldn't dare throw anything at him, he was positive.
Hilary, not liking the fact that he was still ignoring her, did exactly what she said she would. She threw the show and it slapped Kai in the back of his head.
The two-tone haired blader whirled around and stared at her in astonishment before that look turned into a glare.
Hilary only placed her hands on her hips and smirked in triumph. "Didn't think I would do it, did you?"
"Turn me off, Chief," Dizzi begged, "I can't watch."
"Neither can I," Max muttered as he and Kenny covered their eyes.
Ray stared at Hilary in astonishment, and Tyson stared at her with pride and amusement.
Kai slowly bent down and picked up Hilary's shoe, never taking his glare off of Hilary and trying to figure out why it was having no affect on the strange, bubbly girl.
When her smirk only changed to bright, innocent smile, Kai sighed and shook his head. "You have to cook."
With that he turned around and walked out of the dojo to disappear for a few hours like he always did.
Hilary nodded. Cooking was something she new how to do, and she was great at it too. If she didn't become a famous singer one day, she would become a famous chef.
"He…he didn't kill her," Kenny said in shock.
"Of course not," the girl replied. "He's learning to love me, seemingly heartless people usually do."
Tyson grinned at her. "You know he was probably really considering killing you, Hilary. Nobody messes with Kai like that."
She looked stubbornly at her best friend. "Well, it's his fault! He shouldn't have just walked away from me in the middle of a conversation. It's very rude."
"So is throwing a shoe at a persons hand," Ray told her with a slight grin.
She waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, phooey. He'll get over it," she looked down at her bare foot before her eyes widened in horror. "That jerk! He stole my shoe!" she exclaimed before snatching off the other one, throwing it on the ground, and running out of the dojo to find Kai and her missing shoe.
Max turned around and looked at Tyson. "I like her. She has a lot of spirit."
Ray nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I like her too. But I think that spirit of hers is going to get her killed."
Kenny nodded in agreement. "I was thinking the same thing."
Tyson shook his head at them and grinned. "Don't worry about, Hilary, she can take care of herself. She knows exactly how far she can push someone before they decide to kill her. And if she doesn't…well, that's what I'm here for. To keep her from getting herself killed. Now, come on. We better go find Kai before Hilary does."
"Why?" Max asked curiously. "Are you afraid Kai will hurt her?"
The bluenette shook his head. "Nope. I'm afraid that she'll hurt him. Nobody messes with Hilary Tatibana's shoes with out her permission. I've seen the things she does to people that do, and it ain't pretty."
Tyson glared angrily at the wall sitting in front of him. He was getting restless. The cops had come a few days ago and told him and the others that they should just lay low.
He didn't want to lay low. He had laid low ten years ago and his best friend in the whole world wound up being stuck with Boris Volkov for her teenage years, the most crucial years in a person's life!
He suddenly jumped up from the couch and turned towards his friends. "I'm tired of just sitting around! We've been sitting around for two weeks and we still have no information on what is going on. If they don't find anything soon, the cops are just going to give up like they did ten years ago! We have got to do something!"
"And how," Ray demanded angrily, "do you expect us to do that?"
The bluenette was silent for a few seconds before a slow smile made it's way across his face. "We could use the BBA! We could use our top researchers and Dizzi to track Boris down. When Mr. D was still alive he said that the computers at the BBA are more efficient then the ones in the FBI even. It should be a piece of cake."
"Okay, Brainiac," Kai replied calmly, "if that works what are we going to do once we find Boris? We can't just storm in there and take the girls back. It won't be that easy. Boris and his lackeys are probably waiting for us, expecting us to do something like that. We have to come up with a plan."
Tyson let out a soft sigh. Kai was right. They needed a plan.
Max placed his hand on Tyson's shoulder. "I'm with you, Tyson. We need to take action. But Kai's right. We need to make a plan before we do anything drastic."
He sighed. "I know. I know. But can't we just figure out where Boris is so that we can keep an eye on him and then go from there?"
Kenny was thoughtful for a few seconds before nodding his head in agreement. "You know, that's actually a good idea."
The bluenette crossed his arms and frowned at his friend. "Well you don't have to sound so surprised, Chief."
"He can't help if," Kai told him. "Your good ideas are few and far in between."
Tyson made a face at him before letting a smile make it's way across his face. "What are we waiting for? Let's get to work!"
Ray, Max, and Kenny nodded in agreement. "Yeah!"
Tyson and Kai stayed behind for a few seconds as their three friends marched out of the house towards their cars so that they could go to the BBA.
The Russian placed his hand on his friends shoulder. "I just wanted to tell you that you don't need to worry much about Hilary. She's a spitfire and about as stubborn as they get. I'm sure she's fine."
Tyson offered his friend a small smile before nodding in agreement. "Yeah, thanks. I'm sure Tika's fine too."
Before Kai had a chance to react to his blue haired friend's statement, Tyson was already out the door.
What was Tyson insinuating when he said that? Did he actually think that Kai was in love with Tika?
Preposterous!
A/N: I know that the part that is actually happening is extremely short, but I think I did the flashback as a way to show that Hilary can get angry quickly and do irrational things that can either help or kill her while she's angry. I'm not really sure. Sometimes I have a plot for the chapter and it just sort of veers off course. I'm going to have to start making webs or outlines for each one of my chapters to help me keep the story going.
Sorry for taking so long to update. I know how it feels to wait and wait for one of the stories you like to be updated and it never happens. It makes you feel like killing the author. So, I truly am sorry.
And can you please help me out by sending me any suggestions you might have for the story? Any and all suggestions will be appreciated.
Until Next Time DaddysGirl 81 Out!