Hello, Ami here. I am now going on to the next chapter! You know, this is
getting pretty hard. I'm writing 2 fics at the same time, with the odd one
shot here and there, all the while, living through my friend teasing me! It
gets really, REALLY hard, but fun! Hope you enjoy the chapter. Bye^_^
Worrying
'That was an interesting encounter,' Tyson thought. 'Never thought that I would do that...' Tyson was in the training room, planning to practice his Blading. He reached into his coat pocket, only to realize that his jacket wasn't there.
"Perfect," he mumbled, heading towards where Mariah was. "I forgot my blade... well, at least a get to see something beau- civilized along the way. I swear, people can become up, strange, sometimes..." He almost slipped up. He knew that he didn't feel anything more then that of a friend for Mariah.
'And that's why she haunts my thoughts,' his voice bellowed in his mind. 'That's why I want to, need to draw her all the time... she's just a friend...' he reached the door that Mariah was just outside of, and opened it. She wasn't there...
"Oh no," Tyson moaned. "I not don't get to blade, see her, or probable sleep tonight..." He looked up into the sky, "This is going to get pretty hectic..." he sighed, sitting down to think. "Where could she have gone? It's not like someone could kidnap her or something..." His head snapped up at the sickening thought. "No, that couldn't happen... could it?" Now he was worried. Now people had a reason to run from him, because, when he was worried about something, he used anything to get it out of his mind...
'Okay Tyson,' he thought to himself. 'Remember what they said in anger management class. Deep breath. Deeps breaths.' His breathing became quick, and it still didn't help him relax. 'Damn! Knew there was a reason I failed...' He stood up, hoping to vent his frustrations in a nice walk around the house. The first person he saw was Max, who, along with the other BladeBreakers, was staying over night.
"Hey Tyson!" he said in his ever happy voice. "Or should I say, 'Prince Tyson!' I still don-" Whatever he had to say was stopped by a hand on his throat, lifting him about a foot above the ground.
"Tyson!" several voices yelled. Many pairs of hands pulled Tyson's hand off of Max, and Max breathed once again. "What is wrong with you?"
"Don't ask," he answered in his deadly tone, causing everyone to back off, even Kai. "Just do everyone a favor and Find Mariah..." With that said, he walked out of the hall, toward his room, all hopes of diminishing his worries, gone...
Worrying
'That was an interesting encounter,' Tyson thought. 'Never thought that I would do that...' Tyson was in the training room, planning to practice his Blading. He reached into his coat pocket, only to realize that his jacket wasn't there.
"Perfect," he mumbled, heading towards where Mariah was. "I forgot my blade... well, at least a get to see something beau- civilized along the way. I swear, people can become up, strange, sometimes..." He almost slipped up. He knew that he didn't feel anything more then that of a friend for Mariah.
'And that's why she haunts my thoughts,' his voice bellowed in his mind. 'That's why I want to, need to draw her all the time... she's just a friend...' he reached the door that Mariah was just outside of, and opened it. She wasn't there...
"Oh no," Tyson moaned. "I not don't get to blade, see her, or probable sleep tonight..." He looked up into the sky, "This is going to get pretty hectic..." he sighed, sitting down to think. "Where could she have gone? It's not like someone could kidnap her or something..." His head snapped up at the sickening thought. "No, that couldn't happen... could it?" Now he was worried. Now people had a reason to run from him, because, when he was worried about something, he used anything to get it out of his mind...
'Okay Tyson,' he thought to himself. 'Remember what they said in anger management class. Deep breath. Deeps breaths.' His breathing became quick, and it still didn't help him relax. 'Damn! Knew there was a reason I failed...' He stood up, hoping to vent his frustrations in a nice walk around the house. The first person he saw was Max, who, along with the other BladeBreakers, was staying over night.
"Hey Tyson!" he said in his ever happy voice. "Or should I say, 'Prince Tyson!' I still don-" Whatever he had to say was stopped by a hand on his throat, lifting him about a foot above the ground.
"Tyson!" several voices yelled. Many pairs of hands pulled Tyson's hand off of Max, and Max breathed once again. "What is wrong with you?"
"Don't ask," he answered in his deadly tone, causing everyone to back off, even Kai. "Just do everyone a favor and Find Mariah..." With that said, he walked out of the hall, toward his room, all hopes of diminishing his worries, gone...