Disclaimer: I own none of the characters.

Okay, this is my first time writing this pairing. It's still a little strange, but I'll get use to it.

Okay, I was asked to write this fic by White Dragon, so this fanfic is dedicated to White Dragon.

Here you go! Enjoy!!

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All those years he was training for something that was the total opposite. He never thought he would actually rebel against his teachings and let that blader have his token. Too many years of rugged training put down the drain for nothing. All because that blader had strength and a lucky streak. He didn't know how that boy became like that, but it was another thing to admire. His determination made him stick out above the others.

Ozuma kicked a few rocks that were in his way. He wasn't so determined to defeat Tyson and so sure that he would. He brought his blade out of his pocket and stared at it. 'Flash Leopard, why did he win? You cold have beaten him, just like the others? Why did you lose?' Ozuma silently asked. The bit-beast flashed before becoming dull. Putting Flash Leopard back into his pocket, Ozuma slipped out of his village and out into the terrain beyond. Ozuma wandered farther and farther, not caring nor noticing that the heavens above began to darken. Soon, crystal tears began to fall from the sky, touching everything in their paths.

Ozuma paid no heed to this and continue to sulk through the damp and soggy fields. Coming to a rock side cliff, he stared up into the abyss above. He squinted and something caught his eye. A flash of read and yellow flickered in the distances. Having nothing else to do in this dreary weather, Ozuma took the challenge of climbing up the slippery side to see what was up above. He hands and feet slipped a few times, causing him to receive a few minor cuts along his body.

Finally after a grueling fifteen minutes, he reached the top. He stood up shakily and stared around. Whatever was there, wasn't there anymore. Sighing he turned around when he noticed a trail of red faintly leading into the bushes that encircled the cliff. Following the trail he went over to the bush. Peering over the bush a gasp was caught in his mouth. The very boy that he was despising earlier lay at his feet. The red baseball cap was no more and a mass of navy blue hair lay messily across the muddy surface. The clothes on the body had tears and rips, and where splattered with blood. Ozuma jumped over the bush and squatted over the figure. Slowly and carefully he rolled the body over to gasp again. Finding his voice he quietly called out the name. " Tyson."

Tyson, who now faced up towards the heavens, began to stir because of the feeling of raindrops on his face. His eyes opened to reveal dull navy blue ones, staring into the abyss. They slowly flickered around the surroundings before landing upon the figure of Ozuma. Tyson took in the appeareance of Ozuma's black and red streaked hair, which was now hanging limply. He moved his eyes down, only to stare into jade enigmatic ones. His eyes widened slightly after hearing the voice call out his name. He reached out and whispered, Help.....Ozuma....please." He world faded to darkness.

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Okay I know this was short, but my brain was on empty.

A/N Anyway, I've updated a few of my fics! It's What I Want, Where Has My Heart Gone? , and Feelings Progress.