Ello! Okay, ff.net isn't working for me right now, so I'm writing more.
Dusk: and let's hope that your mother doesn't kick you off, right Aibou?
Ami: right. Now, who should I get to introduce the chapter?
Vern & Pixie: NOT ME! HIM/HER! *points to one other*
Dusk: why don't we get them both to do it, Aibou?
Ami: excellent idea^_^ go on now! Both of you introduce the chapter!
Pixie: *swears in some unknown pixie language*
Vern: HOW COME YOU ALWAYS AGAINST US!!
Dusk: because I can...
Vern: whatever... I hope that you enjoy the chapter about as much as I'd enjoy it if Dusk would stop beating me up and go on a date with me...
Pixie: you sound like Dawn... well, I hope you enjoy it too......... *murmurs so that only readers can hear* and if you could help me find a way to help me get Dusk and Vern together, I'd appreciate it! *normal voice again* Now, bye!
Confronting
Tyson walked through the streets at a brisk walk, hoping to get back home soon.
'I don't get it, why did I have that dream? Was it some sort of sign? Is she the one? God, I'm starting to sound like Aretha...'
He crossed the street, able to see his house at the far end. He stopped, staring at it.
'And why the heck, am I so nervous to get there? It's my own house; I can go there when ever I want. If she happens to be there, that's not my probable. It's not like I knew...'
He hung his head in shame.
'But I did know. I told Ray to take her there...'
His head shot up, remembering something.
'No, I told him to take her back to White Tiger Valley! She shouldn't be there. If she is, I have propur authority to kick her off!'
He sighed, and started walking slowly back home.
'That won't work... I would never kick her out of my home...'
He looked up at his house, suddenly much closer then it was before.
'I would embrace her...'
He passed through the gate, and started to the door. He could hear a shower running.
'And kiss her....'
He opened the door, and heard the shower turn off. A few seconds later, a dripping wet Mariah walked out, clad in only a loose towel, doing nothing to help his internal dilemma. He followed her, slowly, hoping that wherever she was going, she would get there soon; that towel was getting too low...
'DAMN THAT STUPID TOWEL! GET BACK MENTAL IMAGES! YOUR *NOT* WELCOME HERE! GET BACK!!'
He followed her into her room, keeping silent, so that she wouldn't notice him. He wanted to watch her for a minute or two.
'I'd better get out of here quick, before she starts to get changed. I will never escape those mental images that way...'
He continued watching her, waiting for her to make some sort of sign for him to leave. Then he heard it, something he thought he would never heard from her sweet lips...
"I've fallen and I can't get up," the words sounded sweet, and he wished that he could just swallow them..... "But the question is what now?" he stood there, dumbfounded, not sure if what that meant. Finally, he spoke.
"Maybe I can help," he murmured. He watched her jump up, holding her towel tight against her body. If it wasn't for the fact that the towel now hugged every one of her curves, he would have thanked her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"This is my house, isn't it?" he replied, looking down. He heard her stepping forward, and felt her fingers gently lifting his head, forcing him to look into her almond eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked suddenly. The Little Dragon didn't expect this, and did the first thing that came into his head; he kissed her.
He wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her forward slightly; he felt her hands rest on his chest. He brought up his right hand, entangling it in her silken hair.
His tongue left its small domain, seeking refugee in hers, and he starting lapping at her bottom lip. She gasped, and he darted into her mouth...
'TYSON! Do you realize what you're doing! You're KISSING the girl who's been after Ray ever since the World Tournament!'
He abruptly stopped, breaking contact with her. He looked at her for a second, before realizing that, without any restraints, her towel had fallen. Quickly, he turned around, mumbling a quick sorry, and rushed out of the room.
'Tomorrow I will send her back to White Tiger Valley. Then the mere thought of her won't bother me... at least, I think it won't...'
Dusk: and let's hope that your mother doesn't kick you off, right Aibou?
Ami: right. Now, who should I get to introduce the chapter?
Vern & Pixie: NOT ME! HIM/HER! *points to one other*
Dusk: why don't we get them both to do it, Aibou?
Ami: excellent idea^_^ go on now! Both of you introduce the chapter!
Pixie: *swears in some unknown pixie language*
Vern: HOW COME YOU ALWAYS AGAINST US!!
Dusk: because I can...
Vern: whatever... I hope that you enjoy the chapter about as much as I'd enjoy it if Dusk would stop beating me up and go on a date with me...
Pixie: you sound like Dawn... well, I hope you enjoy it too......... *murmurs so that only readers can hear* and if you could help me find a way to help me get Dusk and Vern together, I'd appreciate it! *normal voice again* Now, bye!
Confronting
Tyson walked through the streets at a brisk walk, hoping to get back home soon.
'I don't get it, why did I have that dream? Was it some sort of sign? Is she the one? God, I'm starting to sound like Aretha...'
He crossed the street, able to see his house at the far end. He stopped, staring at it.
'And why the heck, am I so nervous to get there? It's my own house; I can go there when ever I want. If she happens to be there, that's not my probable. It's not like I knew...'
He hung his head in shame.
'But I did know. I told Ray to take her there...'
His head shot up, remembering something.
'No, I told him to take her back to White Tiger Valley! She shouldn't be there. If she is, I have propur authority to kick her off!'
He sighed, and started walking slowly back home.
'That won't work... I would never kick her out of my home...'
He looked up at his house, suddenly much closer then it was before.
'I would embrace her...'
He passed through the gate, and started to the door. He could hear a shower running.
'And kiss her....'
He opened the door, and heard the shower turn off. A few seconds later, a dripping wet Mariah walked out, clad in only a loose towel, doing nothing to help his internal dilemma. He followed her, slowly, hoping that wherever she was going, she would get there soon; that towel was getting too low...
'DAMN THAT STUPID TOWEL! GET BACK MENTAL IMAGES! YOUR *NOT* WELCOME HERE! GET BACK!!'
He followed her into her room, keeping silent, so that she wouldn't notice him. He wanted to watch her for a minute or two.
'I'd better get out of here quick, before she starts to get changed. I will never escape those mental images that way...'
He continued watching her, waiting for her to make some sort of sign for him to leave. Then he heard it, something he thought he would never heard from her sweet lips...
"I've fallen and I can't get up," the words sounded sweet, and he wished that he could just swallow them..... "But the question is what now?" he stood there, dumbfounded, not sure if what that meant. Finally, he spoke.
"Maybe I can help," he murmured. He watched her jump up, holding her towel tight against her body. If it wasn't for the fact that the towel now hugged every one of her curves, he would have thanked her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"This is my house, isn't it?" he replied, looking down. He heard her stepping forward, and felt her fingers gently lifting his head, forcing him to look into her almond eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked suddenly. The Little Dragon didn't expect this, and did the first thing that came into his head; he kissed her.
He wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her forward slightly; he felt her hands rest on his chest. He brought up his right hand, entangling it in her silken hair.
His tongue left its small domain, seeking refugee in hers, and he starting lapping at her bottom lip. She gasped, and he darted into her mouth...
'TYSON! Do you realize what you're doing! You're KISSING the girl who's been after Ray ever since the World Tournament!'
He abruptly stopped, breaking contact with her. He looked at her for a second, before realizing that, without any restraints, her towel had fallen. Quickly, he turned around, mumbling a quick sorry, and rushed out of the room.
'Tomorrow I will send her back to White Tiger Valley. Then the mere thought of her won't bother me... at least, I think it won't...'