Well, I'm definitely not in a writers block ^_^ so I get to write more! Oh,
before I forget, there is slight language in this chapter, nothing serious
though! *in all powerful voice* I am the great Ami, and all shall read my
story, *normal voice* just kidding! Damn I'm hyper. It's strange, on the
outside, I'm really calm, but on the inside, I have this really annoying,
really hyper voice that interferes with my thoughts. Guess I'm going
insane. Oh well, on with chapter 2!
Dragon's Gaze
He was bored. Having to sit on a chair, and carried around by servants. Most people would love having servants carry them around Egypt all day, but he hated it. He thought it was both humiliating and disrespectful. If one of his friends saw him, he would most likely die of shame.
But of course, they couldn't see him. They were in Japan, and to see him all the way in Egypt would be imposable. He had about 11 people making sure that he knows where they are at all times, so even if they flew out to Egypt, he'd have time to convince his mother to let him put up that mask for his friends. He wanted to be a kid...
Of course, he had to grow up at the age of three, learning how to rule an Empire that doesn't need ruling! And it was true! Egypt is now being run by government, and the royal family is only its councilor members. But he did have to follow his mother's wishes for him to learn what his ancestors did...
He sighed. Not only would he have to live a boring life as a councilor, but he'd have to marry at 16. And that was two more years this coming Sunday.
'I have to get married,' he thought. 'I wonder what unlucky soul will have to marry me.' The Dragon looked around his country, searching for his future wife, but didn't see her anywhere. 'This is no use. If I want to find someone, I have to be on my own two feet. Not being carried around in a chair.'
He took out his bag and his cloak, and put them both on, making sure that his bag was completely covered by the cloak. He told the servants to lower the chair, and left for the growing crowds. He headed for an alleyway close by, and knew he would be safe. The dragon tugged the hood of his cloak above his Head to avoid the strange looks he was getting, and continued on his path.
When the Little Dragon got to the alleyway, he heard voices, and instantly tuned into them. They were saying things about Beyblade. The Little Dragon smiled, but them he froze, not sure if he hard what those voices said were true.
"So, your saying that you stole that blade," the first voice said.
"Yeah, from some that hot chick that moved in down the street last week," the second voice said. "You know that pink haired girl."
This made the Dragon's face pale. There was only one pink haired 'chick' that he knew of, and coincidently, she was kicked out of the White Tigers and disappeared from the face of the earth last week. Mariah. He started walking toward the voices, hoping that he was wrong. He wasn't...
"Hello gentlemen," he said calmly. "I see you have stolen yourself a Beyblade."
"Why, yes we have," the second one said. "You interested in buying it or something?"
"Who, me?" the Dragon stated innocently. "I'm not planning on buying anything," he pulled down his hood and looked at the paled faces of the boys. "I thought you might just give it to me." And give it to him they did. They gave him the blade, and ran away like bats out of hell. The Little Dragon sighed for the umpteenth time that day. Now he had to return the blade to a girl that he hadn't seen is a year, and didn't even get along with then. He sighed again.
'Might as well get this over with,' he thought. 'Then I can go home and lock myself in my room.' He started to a street where he heard that a girl moved into with her aunt. He asked around a bit and found out that she lived in the house on the very end. That house had the most shade out of them all.
Everyone wanted that house. It had a beautiful view of the palace's oasis, and it had tons of shade. That's why it cost a fortune to buy. The house came into view. It itself was very beautiful. A Beautiful three story house and the large balcony had the view of the oasis.
The Dragon scaled the side of the house easily, and did a quick search of the foundation. Then, see as no one was there, he decided to just leave the blade there. He entered the room that he supposed belonged to the pink haired teen, and sat on the bed.
The room was very nice. The bed was a dark blue, lined with the palest of pink, and the see through curtains all around the room were a contrast between the two colours. Normally, he would have said that he hated the room, but this was different. The room looked, breathtaking. It inspired him.
He took out his paper and his pencil and began to draw. Of what couldn't be determined at first, but as he carried on, you could see that it was of an angel with Egyptian robes on, and cats of all sizes scattered around. Next he took out his coloured pencils out. He started with the girl.
Her waist length hair he coloured pink. Her skin was pale. Her eyes... what colour were her eyes? He had been relaying on memory the whole time, and he couldn't remember her eyes. He sigh again, reached into his pile of colours, and drew out a golden almond colour. This would be her eyes, weather they were right or wrong, they would be the colour of her eyes.
He finished colouring the picture, and placed it lovingly on her bed. After placing her Beyblade beside it, he left the house, knowing that she would never figure out who put them their. What he didn't remember, was that he signed that picture. Right down in the bottom right corner, is neat handwriting, was the name, 'Tyson.'
Dragon's Gaze
He was bored. Having to sit on a chair, and carried around by servants. Most people would love having servants carry them around Egypt all day, but he hated it. He thought it was both humiliating and disrespectful. If one of his friends saw him, he would most likely die of shame.
But of course, they couldn't see him. They were in Japan, and to see him all the way in Egypt would be imposable. He had about 11 people making sure that he knows where they are at all times, so even if they flew out to Egypt, he'd have time to convince his mother to let him put up that mask for his friends. He wanted to be a kid...
Of course, he had to grow up at the age of three, learning how to rule an Empire that doesn't need ruling! And it was true! Egypt is now being run by government, and the royal family is only its councilor members. But he did have to follow his mother's wishes for him to learn what his ancestors did...
He sighed. Not only would he have to live a boring life as a councilor, but he'd have to marry at 16. And that was two more years this coming Sunday.
'I have to get married,' he thought. 'I wonder what unlucky soul will have to marry me.' The Dragon looked around his country, searching for his future wife, but didn't see her anywhere. 'This is no use. If I want to find someone, I have to be on my own two feet. Not being carried around in a chair.'
He took out his bag and his cloak, and put them both on, making sure that his bag was completely covered by the cloak. He told the servants to lower the chair, and left for the growing crowds. He headed for an alleyway close by, and knew he would be safe. The dragon tugged the hood of his cloak above his Head to avoid the strange looks he was getting, and continued on his path.
When the Little Dragon got to the alleyway, he heard voices, and instantly tuned into them. They were saying things about Beyblade. The Little Dragon smiled, but them he froze, not sure if he hard what those voices said were true.
"So, your saying that you stole that blade," the first voice said.
"Yeah, from some that hot chick that moved in down the street last week," the second voice said. "You know that pink haired girl."
This made the Dragon's face pale. There was only one pink haired 'chick' that he knew of, and coincidently, she was kicked out of the White Tigers and disappeared from the face of the earth last week. Mariah. He started walking toward the voices, hoping that he was wrong. He wasn't...
"Hello gentlemen," he said calmly. "I see you have stolen yourself a Beyblade."
"Why, yes we have," the second one said. "You interested in buying it or something?"
"Who, me?" the Dragon stated innocently. "I'm not planning on buying anything," he pulled down his hood and looked at the paled faces of the boys. "I thought you might just give it to me." And give it to him they did. They gave him the blade, and ran away like bats out of hell. The Little Dragon sighed for the umpteenth time that day. Now he had to return the blade to a girl that he hadn't seen is a year, and didn't even get along with then. He sighed again.
'Might as well get this over with,' he thought. 'Then I can go home and lock myself in my room.' He started to a street where he heard that a girl moved into with her aunt. He asked around a bit and found out that she lived in the house on the very end. That house had the most shade out of them all.
Everyone wanted that house. It had a beautiful view of the palace's oasis, and it had tons of shade. That's why it cost a fortune to buy. The house came into view. It itself was very beautiful. A Beautiful three story house and the large balcony had the view of the oasis.
The Dragon scaled the side of the house easily, and did a quick search of the foundation. Then, see as no one was there, he decided to just leave the blade there. He entered the room that he supposed belonged to the pink haired teen, and sat on the bed.
The room was very nice. The bed was a dark blue, lined with the palest of pink, and the see through curtains all around the room were a contrast between the two colours. Normally, he would have said that he hated the room, but this was different. The room looked, breathtaking. It inspired him.
He took out his paper and his pencil and began to draw. Of what couldn't be determined at first, but as he carried on, you could see that it was of an angel with Egyptian robes on, and cats of all sizes scattered around. Next he took out his coloured pencils out. He started with the girl.
Her waist length hair he coloured pink. Her skin was pale. Her eyes... what colour were her eyes? He had been relaying on memory the whole time, and he couldn't remember her eyes. He sigh again, reached into his pile of colours, and drew out a golden almond colour. This would be her eyes, weather they were right or wrong, they would be the colour of her eyes.
He finished colouring the picture, and placed it lovingly on her bed. After placing her Beyblade beside it, he left the house, knowing that she would never figure out who put them their. What he didn't remember, was that he signed that picture. Right down in the bottom right corner, is neat handwriting, was the name, 'Tyson.'