Hello! I just wrote the first chapter of a new story! Of course, it was a
challenge and I'm not sure if I'm going to enjoy writing it... Oh well,
that's my problem. If you want to know something about the new story, it's
a romance about Kai and Kenny. *mumbles* I never should have put up that
challenge... Okay now, on with the story. Hope you enjoy the chapter.
Bye^_^
To Go, or Not to Go
'She actually fell asleep,' Tyson though. 'She looks like an angel...' He shook his head to get those thoughts out. 'Get your mind out of the gutter boy! Just because you have an angel sleeping on you bed doesn't mean you can look at her.'
"Okay, that did not come out right," he whined. He banged his head on his desk a couple times, trying to get *that* mental image out of his head. He stopped. "Might as well finish the picture," he picked up his pencil again, and continued to draw.
Right now, he was drawing a cloak. The cloak was like his cloak. It was deep brown, with raspberry dragons dancing on the bottom, and hemmed in gold. The owner of the cloak was the owner of the wings, to which he changed to look like a dragons scales. Aside from his wings, the only thing you could see on the figure, were his arms and hands. On these he put bracelets.
The bracelets started at the wrist on his inner arm, and met a quarter in on his outer for arm. Where the two ends met, there was a leaf. The leaf had a blue jewel in the center of it...
Behind him, he drew Dragoon. He was going to draw a normal dragon, but Dragoon seemed more fitting of the part...
He reached for his colours, but stopped. He looked at Mariah, and stood up. He walked towards her, and sat on his bed. He sat there, gazing at her for awhile, before he heard a knock at the door.
"Come in Aretha," he said standing up. "And be quite," he added. He stole one last glance at the Mountain Cat, before looking towards the opening door. Aretha didn't come in. No, his mother did...
"Tyson," she started. She looked at Mariah without any surprise at all. Yes, he would kill Aretha as soon as he got the chance. "Aretha told me about this girl. Now, are you going to tell me that she is the one you have chosen to marry or not?" She looked at him expectedly.
"Well, you see mother," he started smoothly. "I'm not in charge of who I have to marry, and even if I was, her aunt would have to agree." He looked at his mother, and at the smile she had on.
'I'm not sure,' he stated in his mind. 'But I think she planed that.'
"That's alright Tyson." She said. Yep, he was doomed. "I have already sent a guard to ask her aunt if it would be appropriate to let her marry you, and she couldn't be happier!" Tyson paled as his mother continued. "We were thinking about having it in Japan, in winter of course. We never get snow here. Not only that, but if it was in Japan, you'd be able to invite all your friends!" That got Tyson's attention.
"NO!" He yelled. Unbeknownst to himself, he woke up the slumbering angel. "I will NOT have a wedding with a girl that has not fallen in love with me! I've got two years Sunday for frigging sake! If you can get her to fall in love with me by then! THEN, and only *THEN*, Will I marry her!" He took a couple of breaths before even acknowledging that someone was giggling. "Shut up," he mumbled.
"Of course you highness," she teased. He knew that she knew that they were talking about him marrying her, but it didn't even faze her. She just sat there and lived though it all. Tyson sat at back at his desk, slumping down so that he didn't have to look at his mother. "Deal," his mother said. Mariah stopped giggling when she said that. Tyson stopped breathing...
"You can't be serious," he finally said. He looked up at her, and she nodded. "Alright then, I guess I'll just have to deal with the horrible fact that I'm not to marry a soul." He fakes pouted. "Now could you please leave?"
"Of course Tyson," she said. "But remember, your trip to Japan is coming up soon, and Ms. Mariah will be staying with us, of course. So, if you go, she will be going with you." This made both Tyson and Mariah pale. "Have a good day, and chose wisely."
'Damn, if I bring her to Japan, she'll blab everything to Ray, and everyone would find out. But if I don't go, I won't be able to celebrate my birthday with my friends...'
To Go, or Not to Go
'She actually fell asleep,' Tyson though. 'She looks like an angel...' He shook his head to get those thoughts out. 'Get your mind out of the gutter boy! Just because you have an angel sleeping on you bed doesn't mean you can look at her.'
"Okay, that did not come out right," he whined. He banged his head on his desk a couple times, trying to get *that* mental image out of his head. He stopped. "Might as well finish the picture," he picked up his pencil again, and continued to draw.
Right now, he was drawing a cloak. The cloak was like his cloak. It was deep brown, with raspberry dragons dancing on the bottom, and hemmed in gold. The owner of the cloak was the owner of the wings, to which he changed to look like a dragons scales. Aside from his wings, the only thing you could see on the figure, were his arms and hands. On these he put bracelets.
The bracelets started at the wrist on his inner arm, and met a quarter in on his outer for arm. Where the two ends met, there was a leaf. The leaf had a blue jewel in the center of it...
Behind him, he drew Dragoon. He was going to draw a normal dragon, but Dragoon seemed more fitting of the part...
He reached for his colours, but stopped. He looked at Mariah, and stood up. He walked towards her, and sat on his bed. He sat there, gazing at her for awhile, before he heard a knock at the door.
"Come in Aretha," he said standing up. "And be quite," he added. He stole one last glance at the Mountain Cat, before looking towards the opening door. Aretha didn't come in. No, his mother did...
"Tyson," she started. She looked at Mariah without any surprise at all. Yes, he would kill Aretha as soon as he got the chance. "Aretha told me about this girl. Now, are you going to tell me that she is the one you have chosen to marry or not?" She looked at him expectedly.
"Well, you see mother," he started smoothly. "I'm not in charge of who I have to marry, and even if I was, her aunt would have to agree." He looked at his mother, and at the smile she had on.
'I'm not sure,' he stated in his mind. 'But I think she planed that.'
"That's alright Tyson." She said. Yep, he was doomed. "I have already sent a guard to ask her aunt if it would be appropriate to let her marry you, and she couldn't be happier!" Tyson paled as his mother continued. "We were thinking about having it in Japan, in winter of course. We never get snow here. Not only that, but if it was in Japan, you'd be able to invite all your friends!" That got Tyson's attention.
"NO!" He yelled. Unbeknownst to himself, he woke up the slumbering angel. "I will NOT have a wedding with a girl that has not fallen in love with me! I've got two years Sunday for frigging sake! If you can get her to fall in love with me by then! THEN, and only *THEN*, Will I marry her!" He took a couple of breaths before even acknowledging that someone was giggling. "Shut up," he mumbled.
"Of course you highness," she teased. He knew that she knew that they were talking about him marrying her, but it didn't even faze her. She just sat there and lived though it all. Tyson sat at back at his desk, slumping down so that he didn't have to look at his mother. "Deal," his mother said. Mariah stopped giggling when she said that. Tyson stopped breathing...
"You can't be serious," he finally said. He looked up at her, and she nodded. "Alright then, I guess I'll just have to deal with the horrible fact that I'm not to marry a soul." He fakes pouted. "Now could you please leave?"
"Of course Tyson," she said. "But remember, your trip to Japan is coming up soon, and Ms. Mariah will be staying with us, of course. So, if you go, she will be going with you." This made both Tyson and Mariah pale. "Have a good day, and chose wisely."
'Damn, if I bring her to Japan, she'll blab everything to Ray, and everyone would find out. But if I don't go, I won't be able to celebrate my birthday with my friends...'