Darkspider noted to me that there aren't many Tyson/Ray fics out there.

So this fic is dedicated to Darkspider.

                                              
            Shinimegami Seth and muses present:



Blue Eyed Thunder, Golden Eyed Storm

           
            »Blue Eyed Thunder, Thou Name Is Tyson

                                                                       » Ray's P.O.V «


If anyone of us is a mystery, its Tyson. It's strange, really, that such an open boy hides so much. It's hard to see through all those smiles and innocence those darker emotions and closed doors. You have to be watching real close to see it. Those darker thoughts and feelings he feels. When eh angers his eyes flash dangerously, not the danger you see. No a deeper darker rage that could be lethal.

Or when he's called stupid or annoying or immature, his eyes flash a darker shade of indigo. Almost black, but it's like a shadow. It appears when his light mood disappears and hides when the light returns.

That's what makes him so mysterious. How his eyes can loose their usually happy twinkle and get shadowed by things that I have no idea of. His eyes get so dark almost black, a dangerous shade.  Its in those moments I wonder what could be lurking in those darkened orbs, what beast he keeps within himself. 

A part of me fears this darkness in him. It doesn't suit him, it just doesn't.  What caused this darkness in him?

But I fear I'll never know, Tyson seems to always avoid his past. He's very good at it, I might add. He talks much, but he's as silent as Kai.  You see as much as Tyson 'talks' he never let anything form his past slip. Nothing personal, not a way back memory. Nothing. In a way he's like Kai. Silent, detached and cold. But he hides it under those goofy mask he shows us and he others accept this mask.

But how come that such a goofy hyper kid can almost win every battle? I tell you. When eh start blading, that shadow beast within comes lurking behind his eyes. His eyes darken but keep their twinkle; it's in control behind his mask. It calculates, analyses and attacks. It takes changes but it knows it will win one way or another.  When Tyson blades his eyes hold a intelligence that is unseen by the crowds, the others and his enemies.

They're all blind but me. They don't see what lies beneath, they don't see that Tyson is nothing like he acts. That Tyson is perhaps older then he appears.

They keep ignoring him, insulting him and under estimating him. He's like thunder. Powerful, beautiful and deadly. But mainly unpredictable, untameable. Notorious. 

He can suddenly lash out, or hit you dead on. He can come with some soft rumbling or with an explosive boom. His anger would be dangerous and his wrath deadly.  If he would ever be driven to the edge, I bet the power of his rage would be crackling around him.

If he was driven to the edge, I'd run. For thunder is a very deadly force to be reckoned with.

And so he is, this blue eyed thunder named Tyson.