DISCLAIMER: I do not own Beyblade or any characters.
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WHAT YOU WILL NEVER KNOW.
I have been standing here for goodness knows how long. I don't know what time it is, but I do know that it is late. It is way past dark outside and the moon is high in the sky. I could tell because the silver light cast a transparent haze over the room, over you. I don't know if you are truly asleep or if you are only pretending. I can never tell with you. You are always so guarded and you won't let anyone in. I lean against the doorframe and I am content just to watch your form. I have long ago forgotten why I got up in the first place. Something to do with the kitchen I assume as your bedroom is on the way there. I only want to stand here and take in your beauty. I can see that your eyes are closed and your hair is splayed around your head creating a soft storm grey almost halo, I say almost because I know that halos are reserved for deities and for God's chosen warriors. And I also know that you are not God's chosen, a warrior yes, a survivor yes, but deity, hell no. You are far too sinful for that. You have an ethereal presence though, you exude power and command obedience and demand respect, but you are not God like, not really. God, he forgives all anything if you repent and are truly sorry. Whereas, you do not tolerate betrayal, you don't like to be crossed, undermined or even annoyed. And I know I am, at least, guilty of the last crime. But it is so much fun to play up to you. You are just so cute when you are mad. Your crimson eyes flash, it's a silent warning that I hardly ever heed and I'm always getting myself in trouble with you, but I would be lying if I said that I do not enjoy your reaction.
I stay here for many more minutes, I figure you truly most be asleep, because I know that you are not completely patient. If you were awake you would have demanded that I explain myself to you and then ordered me out of your sight. As I walk away, down the corridor to my room, I can't help the feeling, the bubble that is inside of me. I feel so truly honoured that you trusted me enough to feel safe in my presence, as you slept, when you are most vulnerable. I've picked up a few things about your character, after my tireless game of watching you; you almost seem to sense a person when they walk into a room. So I know that you on some unconscious level knew I was there, in the doorway to your room, watching you.
As I slip into my bed, and the sheets cool my heated skin, I rethink my thoughts and I start to doubt. I am so seriously hooked up on you I am now deluding myself into believing that you trust me. I close my eyes and my last coherent thoughts where, 'God's I am pathetic.' Then I slipped into unconsciousness, my dreams filled of you. They always are.
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"Get up," boomed a voice. It reverberated around the whole room.
"You're never gonna get him up like that," said Max, I turned at the sound of his voice. He was sopping wet, head to toe and was currently rubbing a towel over his hair in a futile effort to dry it.
"I could always dump water on him like I did you," I answered.
"Uh no, while that was totally uncalled for, you forget, Tyson would sleep though a thunderstorm."
I sighed when I realised that what he said about Tyson was true, he slept like the dead. So instead of trying again in vain I bit out, "Whatever, just get him up. We have some training to do."
"Sir yes sir," Max quipped.
I turned on my heel, ignoring a snickering Rei on my way out. It was 7.06am and I was already in a bad mood and it was all that stupid Tyson's fault, how I wasn't exactly sure, I just knew that it had to be him that was causing my foul mood - there was no other explanation.
I walked out into the kitchen and was greeted by a lovely, absolutely, disgusting mess, the remnants of Rei, Kenny and Max's breakfast. The geek isn't all that bad I suppose. I mean he basically stays out of my way and I'm cool with that, but he can get so whining it becomes insufferable. But I swear the bubble-headed Blonde was as bad as the Dragon in some aspects and worse in others. For instance he was just plain too cheerful all the time. Frankly it was quite irritating. And the Neko-jin he is supposed to be compliant, quiet and reliable and I find that I can tolerate him because he stays out of my way, he doesn't annoy me all that much and he has to be the sanest one of the bunch, but sometimes he is just so unpredictable. He must have major mood swings, because some days he can be reserved and quiet one minute and then act like a complete goofball with the others the next.
"Ahhhhh!!!! No!!!!! Get out of my way."
I turned instinctively to the yell. Two seconds later a hurricane came flying through the doorway, I didn't have time to move. The storm, or should I say Tyson, crashed head long into me and he collapsed onto the floor.
I heard Max call out, "I was only messing with you Ty." I could tell from his voice that he was still in Tyson's bedroom. I tried to move but I couldn't, Tyson had me effectively pinned to the ground. I looked up, and my eyes locked with his. Their radiance caught me off guard and I simply stared up into them. I heard voices coming down the hall and I shook myself out of my temporary stupor.
"Tyson," I whispered. He didn't answer me or even acknowledge that I had spoken. "Tyson," I tried again. I succeeded; he blinked and looked at me through new eyes.
"Huh, what?"
"Could you get off me?" I asked as nicely as I could because knowing how unpredictable Tyson could be, he could very well just decide to keep sitting on me as a way to spite me.
"Oh...uh...sure," he stuttered.
He slowly got of me and I then half sat up, supporting myself by leaning on my elbows. I looked up at him. I was stunned to see the rosy hue tainting his cheeks, a tell tale sign that he was embarrassed, and his eyes, his midnight blue eyes were focusing on just about everything in the room except me.
"I'm - ah - sorry for running into you Kai," he apologized quietly. If it wasn't for the intense silence emanating from our awkwardness I may never have even heard it. I saw him rush from the kitchen and I raised an eyebrow as I watched him disappear. 'He didn't even have breakfast, how strange,' I thought to myself; but then again I remembered that Tyson was weird, so there was no reason to ponder about his quirks, as there are way too many to count. I sat their on the floor for what seemed like an awfully long time, when in reality it could have only been a few extra seconds.
Max and Rei burst through the doorway just as I was standing up and brushing myself off.
"Where is Tyson?" they asked me almost in unison.
"How should I know?" I retorted, and brushed past them. On my way out I called over my shoulder, "Training in fifteen minutes," I heard them sigh, "And clean up the mess you made," I finally demanded. I heard an exasperated sigh from Rei and a groan in disgruntlement from Max, and I smile at their reactions and headed out into the sunshine, the feeling I experienced when Tyson's skin touched my own through was never far from my mind. 'It is going to be a long day,' I speculated as I looked up into the clear blue skies. I wasn't watching where I was going. I should have known better..........
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A/N: The title may change it depends what happens later on. Also, I'm sorry if it is hard to understand - I think that the tense changes many times within this. I a pretty terrible at grammar, but hopefully it isn't so horrible.
I've reposted this, hopefully without some of the mistakes. If you spot any, just email me and I'll fix it. My address is in my profile. ^_^
I hope that you like it. If you do, leave a review ^.^
be safe
-BG
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WHAT YOU WILL NEVER KNOW.
I have been standing here for goodness knows how long. I don't know what time it is, but I do know that it is late. It is way past dark outside and the moon is high in the sky. I could tell because the silver light cast a transparent haze over the room, over you. I don't know if you are truly asleep or if you are only pretending. I can never tell with you. You are always so guarded and you won't let anyone in. I lean against the doorframe and I am content just to watch your form. I have long ago forgotten why I got up in the first place. Something to do with the kitchen I assume as your bedroom is on the way there. I only want to stand here and take in your beauty. I can see that your eyes are closed and your hair is splayed around your head creating a soft storm grey almost halo, I say almost because I know that halos are reserved for deities and for God's chosen warriors. And I also know that you are not God's chosen, a warrior yes, a survivor yes, but deity, hell no. You are far too sinful for that. You have an ethereal presence though, you exude power and command obedience and demand respect, but you are not God like, not really. God, he forgives all anything if you repent and are truly sorry. Whereas, you do not tolerate betrayal, you don't like to be crossed, undermined or even annoyed. And I know I am, at least, guilty of the last crime. But it is so much fun to play up to you. You are just so cute when you are mad. Your crimson eyes flash, it's a silent warning that I hardly ever heed and I'm always getting myself in trouble with you, but I would be lying if I said that I do not enjoy your reaction.
I stay here for many more minutes, I figure you truly most be asleep, because I know that you are not completely patient. If you were awake you would have demanded that I explain myself to you and then ordered me out of your sight. As I walk away, down the corridor to my room, I can't help the feeling, the bubble that is inside of me. I feel so truly honoured that you trusted me enough to feel safe in my presence, as you slept, when you are most vulnerable. I've picked up a few things about your character, after my tireless game of watching you; you almost seem to sense a person when they walk into a room. So I know that you on some unconscious level knew I was there, in the doorway to your room, watching you.
As I slip into my bed, and the sheets cool my heated skin, I rethink my thoughts and I start to doubt. I am so seriously hooked up on you I am now deluding myself into believing that you trust me. I close my eyes and my last coherent thoughts where, 'God's I am pathetic.' Then I slipped into unconsciousness, my dreams filled of you. They always are.
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"Get up," boomed a voice. It reverberated around the whole room.
"You're never gonna get him up like that," said Max, I turned at the sound of his voice. He was sopping wet, head to toe and was currently rubbing a towel over his hair in a futile effort to dry it.
"I could always dump water on him like I did you," I answered.
"Uh no, while that was totally uncalled for, you forget, Tyson would sleep though a thunderstorm."
I sighed when I realised that what he said about Tyson was true, he slept like the dead. So instead of trying again in vain I bit out, "Whatever, just get him up. We have some training to do."
"Sir yes sir," Max quipped.
I turned on my heel, ignoring a snickering Rei on my way out. It was 7.06am and I was already in a bad mood and it was all that stupid Tyson's fault, how I wasn't exactly sure, I just knew that it had to be him that was causing my foul mood - there was no other explanation.
I walked out into the kitchen and was greeted by a lovely, absolutely, disgusting mess, the remnants of Rei, Kenny and Max's breakfast. The geek isn't all that bad I suppose. I mean he basically stays out of my way and I'm cool with that, but he can get so whining it becomes insufferable. But I swear the bubble-headed Blonde was as bad as the Dragon in some aspects and worse in others. For instance he was just plain too cheerful all the time. Frankly it was quite irritating. And the Neko-jin he is supposed to be compliant, quiet and reliable and I find that I can tolerate him because he stays out of my way, he doesn't annoy me all that much and he has to be the sanest one of the bunch, but sometimes he is just so unpredictable. He must have major mood swings, because some days he can be reserved and quiet one minute and then act like a complete goofball with the others the next.
"Ahhhhh!!!! No!!!!! Get out of my way."
I turned instinctively to the yell. Two seconds later a hurricane came flying through the doorway, I didn't have time to move. The storm, or should I say Tyson, crashed head long into me and he collapsed onto the floor.
I heard Max call out, "I was only messing with you Ty." I could tell from his voice that he was still in Tyson's bedroom. I tried to move but I couldn't, Tyson had me effectively pinned to the ground. I looked up, and my eyes locked with his. Their radiance caught me off guard and I simply stared up into them. I heard voices coming down the hall and I shook myself out of my temporary stupor.
"Tyson," I whispered. He didn't answer me or even acknowledge that I had spoken. "Tyson," I tried again. I succeeded; he blinked and looked at me through new eyes.
"Huh, what?"
"Could you get off me?" I asked as nicely as I could because knowing how unpredictable Tyson could be, he could very well just decide to keep sitting on me as a way to spite me.
"Oh...uh...sure," he stuttered.
He slowly got of me and I then half sat up, supporting myself by leaning on my elbows. I looked up at him. I was stunned to see the rosy hue tainting his cheeks, a tell tale sign that he was embarrassed, and his eyes, his midnight blue eyes were focusing on just about everything in the room except me.
"I'm - ah - sorry for running into you Kai," he apologized quietly. If it wasn't for the intense silence emanating from our awkwardness I may never have even heard it. I saw him rush from the kitchen and I raised an eyebrow as I watched him disappear. 'He didn't even have breakfast, how strange,' I thought to myself; but then again I remembered that Tyson was weird, so there was no reason to ponder about his quirks, as there are way too many to count. I sat their on the floor for what seemed like an awfully long time, when in reality it could have only been a few extra seconds.
Max and Rei burst through the doorway just as I was standing up and brushing myself off.
"Where is Tyson?" they asked me almost in unison.
"How should I know?" I retorted, and brushed past them. On my way out I called over my shoulder, "Training in fifteen minutes," I heard them sigh, "And clean up the mess you made," I finally demanded. I heard an exasperated sigh from Rei and a groan in disgruntlement from Max, and I smile at their reactions and headed out into the sunshine, the feeling I experienced when Tyson's skin touched my own through was never far from my mind. 'It is going to be a long day,' I speculated as I looked up into the clear blue skies. I wasn't watching where I was going. I should have known better..........
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A/N: The title may change it depends what happens later on. Also, I'm sorry if it is hard to understand - I think that the tense changes many times within this. I a pretty terrible at grammar, but hopefully it isn't so horrible.
I've reposted this, hopefully without some of the mistakes. If you spot any, just email me and I'll fix it. My address is in my profile. ^_^
I hope that you like it. If you do, leave a review ^.^
be safe
-BG