Summery

After finding Tyson in bed with one of her greatest enemies, Hilary comforts herself with her new-found Bitbeast, unaware of the three new competitors for her heart. I'm not really sure what's going to happen with this fic but I will let you know as soon as I do. Like all of my work this is just something that happened to float through the empty void inside my head. Like it or hate it please R and R as honest opinions are always welcomed.

Muse: Hey! Chapters!

Lamanth Yeah my first fic that isn't a one-shot. But before you get all excited lets see if people acutely want my to continue it.

Muse: Fine with me.

Lamanth: Good. Please, do the disclaimer.

Muse: Listen very carefully I say this only once. Lamanth does not own Beyblade or any of its characters, merchandise, TV rights, ect… Any OC's in this fic, and yes there will be some but in small dowses and only where we need the, belong to Lamanth unless other wise stated. Hilary's bitbeast belong to shadowphoenix101. The summery belongs to Iluvbeyblade. So please don't sue us as Lamanth is allergic to lawyers, and I don't want to have to spend the rest of my life in a jail cell, as it's bad enough being stuck in Lamnths head. There done it, it's in the first chapter and I'm not going to say it again.

Lamanth: As always if you feel the need to through thing at me please wait until I've hidden behind the sofa kay? And I'd just like to apologias for my spelling in advance. So SORRY! Also if I couldn't find the names for people I made them up.

Muse: On with the fic!

"Talking"

'Thinking'

((Bitbeast))

I never thought I find someone to be mine,

Lord knows I was right cus you just crossed the line,

Suddenly I See

Chapter One: Behind Closed Doors

Hilary Tatibana was moving swiftly down the corridor of the hotel. Her smooth legs moving quickly beneath the mid thigh length whit skirt she wore. Her short springy chestnut hair bounced in a halo around her head. The rich, deep carpet muffling her trainer clad footsteps. It was now 4.15pm and he was most defiantly late! Sometimes she wondered if Tyson Granger was really worth all the trouble he caused. He'd stormed out of the team meeting some two hours ago, for some god alone knows reason. Prompting Hiro to completely flip out on his baby brother as well as the rest of the team. Hiro had then down a masterful impression of a bear with a sore head, marching out of the room saying that they had all better be back in here by 4 o'clock or he wouldn't be held accountable for is actions. At which point he disappeared from the room slamming the door behind him.

So now here she was, once again having to haul her boyfriends' ass into line so that the whole team didn't collapse around them. Was he really worth it? Fuck it, of course he was. He loved her and she loved him. Well at least she thought she did, she wasn't sure if it was love or not. Tyson felt comfortable like a pair of old slippers you didn't want to throw out. Yes, so sometimes he behaved like a spoilt child, but he wouldn't have been her dragon if he didn't.

But where the hell was he? She'd looked in the restaurant, the bar and the gym. But nothing. Not sight nor sound of him. Idiot, did he really think that pissing Hiro off was the right thing to do? She had to find him before he made things even worse.

Hilary races down the next corridor, nearly tripping over Ian Petrovich of the Blitzkrieg Boys.

"Ian, I … I have to find Tyson. Have you seen him?" She questioned the large noised Russian.

Ian looks her over, smiling a sly grin. "Granger? As a matter of fact, I just saw him."

Hilary tugged distractedly on the bottom of he pale blue top, not liking the suggestive way the Ian was looking at her. "He was heading to his room. Just go on in he'll be happy to see you."

"Thanks, Ian." She heads up a floor hurrying along the corridor. She is mentally scolding herself for not checking his room in the first place, as it is such an obvious place to look. Her ruby eyes flashing with self annoyance. Tuning a corner she finds herself in front of Tyson's room.

The door is closed but not locked. "Tyson? Are you in there?"

"Hil? Wait, don't -"

She pushes open the door and steps through.

Lamanth: CLIFF HANGER! Ahahahahaha! Ahahahahaha! Ahahahahaha!

Muse: What sort of person sits down and writes maniacal laughter?

Lamanth: Well I hate having to read cliff hangers and this is my first chance to spread the pain. So here I am, pain spreading. After all is it not written 'If life gives you lemons, squeeze them into a water pistol and shoot everyone in the eyes.'?

Muse: I don't know! Is it?

Lamanth: Yes.

Muse: Where?

Lamanth: Up there where I just wrote it.

Muse: Sure. Whatever you say. Onto the important stuff. We would like you to vote on whom you want Hilary to end up with you can chose from Kai, Tala and Brooklyn.

Lamanth: Ahahahahaha! Ahahahahaha! Ahahahahaha!

Muse: I think it's all gone to her head. Please let me know if I should get her to up date or not. Big luv see ya. Come on Lamb it's time for your nap.