Ello y'all! Just wanted to say hi before I started the Fic! Yeah well, I've
been having writer's block for awhile... but it's coming up to the end of
the story, and it's getting a little harder to think with the school work I
have... oh, and I would also like to say to Shadow Cat that Tyson and
Mariah not speaking to each other is the point right now; they're both
afraid of the out come... Heehee......... hope y'all like the story! Bye!
Tiger's Advice
'Where does he live? God, I wish I was paying attention to the guys when they told me about White Tiger Valley...'
Tyson aimlessly walked into what seemed to be the market. He looked around and saw many interesting things for sale.
Fish...
Charcoal...
Papyrus paper sketch books...
Fruit...
Papyrus paper sketch books?
He stopped short at the little stand, and looked at the sketch books. He pulled one off the stand, and flipped through it, and smiled.
"Some things never change," he muttered, placing the book back down.
"Like what?" a familiar voice said. Tyson whipped around, only to see little Miranda standing behind him.
"Like the quality of sketch books," he smiled, and turned back to the stand. He picked up the sketch book again, and filtered through his pocket for a little change. Finally, he found the amount of money that he deemed worthy of the sketch book, put it on the counter, and turned to go back to Miranda.
"Excuse me, sir?" the women behind the counter said. "That isn't the required amount for that book."
"I'm sorry miss," he replied, not turning around. "But you stated the required amount for a 'papyrus paper' sketch book. The paper here is made of banana leaf. A common mistake, but this is worth much less." He decided now to turn around to look at her, and smiled. "Would you like me to pay full price anyway?"
"No, no, no," the women smiled back at him. "Thank you for telling me. Now, you and your little friend run along now; bye."
"Bye," he turned back to Miranda, and bent down and picked her up.
"Where are we going?" she laughed out in delight.
"I have really no idea," he breathed. "I don't know this place really well..."
"Where do you want to go?" Miranda cocked her head to one side in the cute little way that only she can do.
"A friend of mine's house, his name is Ray-" he started, but she didn't let him continue.
"I know where that is!" she exclaimed, squirming out of his arms. "Lee showed me while we were walking home!" she started to run off, yelling over her shoulder. "Follow me!"
Sighing, he quickly caught up to her, but to amuse her and himself, he stayed at least five steps behind her, listening to her call back for him to hurry up.
Suddenly, she stopped, and Tyson was forced to jump over top of her, so that he didn't run her over.
"Wow," she said, transfixed. "Can you do that again?"
"I'd rather not," he snorted, standing up yet again; he stretched out toward the sky, hoping to get the little kink out of his back. "Now, where's Ray's house?"
"Right here," yet another voice stated. He turned sharply, only to see Ray himself. "Wow Tyson, I never thought that you would come all the way here to see me; or should I say, Mariah?"
"Shut up Ray," he hissed, and then bent down to face Miranda. "Here you go," he placed the banana leaf sketch book into her hands. "Now you get going home; I don't want your cousin worrying about you, alright?"
"Alright," she brought her chibi little arms around his neck, and gave his a kiss on the cheek. "Good bye Tyson."
"Never say good bye," he whispered to her. "It's like losing all hope. This is only bye."
"Bye Tyson," she smiled, and turned and ran away.
"Bye little princess," he whispered; he sighed, and stood up, ready to face Ray.
"That was, interesting, to say the least," he could almost see the smirk on his face...
"What's so interesting about it?" he snapped. "I met her on the plane that Kai and Aretha forced me onto."
"Forced you onto?" Ray asked, as if trying to prove him wrong.
"No Ray," he said sarcastically. "I'm here in White Tiger Valley because I thought I'd have a blast. Of course they forced me to come here!"
"Come on in," Ray sighed, as if he was getting ready to explain something to a child. "I'll get you something to drink and you can tell me why you didn't just stay at the airport.."
'Why didn't I just stay at the airport... I could have gotten the money to go back to Japan, Egypt even... but why did I come here?'
"Coming Tyson?" Ray called from inside; Tyson followed his voice into the small house, only to see Ray sitting at a small square table with two chairs. "It's usually me and my mom here, but I'm sure that she won't mind having you around."
Tyson nodded, and sat down across from him.
"Tyson," Ray looked at the table, slowly tracing the wooden patterns with his fingers. "What are your feelings for Mariah?"
Tyson, to say the least, was dumbstruck. He didn't know how to answer the question; so he sighed, and leaned back against the chair.
"What are your feelings for Mariah?" Ray asked again, this time looking up at him.
"Does it really matter?" he asked back.
"Yes, yes it does," Ray said darkly. "Now tell me, what are your feelings for Mariah?"
"It doesn't matter...." he said; the world started to echo...
'It just doesn't matter anymore...'
"It matters a lot Tyson!" Ray stood up, knocking his chair to the floor. "It matters to me! It matters to Mariah!"
'She doesn't care... no one cares...'
"It's doesn't matter..." he sighed, resting his head against the smooth surface of the wood.
'If he doesn't know... if she doesn't know... then why would it matter...?'
"Tyson, she loves you," Ray snapped, hitting his fists against the table. "Are you to blind to see that?"
'Yes...'
And his world disappeared into oblivion, as he went to the sweet lands of dreams...
.... and Ray noticed the tears on his face.....
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He blinked open his eyes, only to see blackness...
He closed them, and felt the tears streaked across his fair cheeks...
He didn't have the will to bring himself to his realm...
So he sat there, amidst the darkness, willing for life to end...
And if he waiting long enough...
It would...
'Young Master?' a voice said. He opened his eyes, only to see that Drigger had come the be with him in the darkness.
'Yes Drigger?' he said sadly, hoping that his eternal pain would soon end.
'Go back to living world, or go to your realm,' Drigger said, curling himself around the boy, giving him a little heat. 'It is not healthy for you to stay here...'
'You stay here,' he breathed, letting his eyes seep closed. 'Why can't I?'
'Because,' Drigger whispered to the boy. 'These are the lands of darkness, the lands I must keep from going into the dream realms. You being here, can be disastrous for yourself...'
'I don't care anymore Drigger...' he murmured, leaning heavily against the White Tiger. 'I just don't care... no one else does...'
'The young Mistress does,' Drigger coed into his ear, curling tighter around the boy. 'And for you to be gone, would mean the end...'
Tiger's Advice
'Where does he live? God, I wish I was paying attention to the guys when they told me about White Tiger Valley...'
Tyson aimlessly walked into what seemed to be the market. He looked around and saw many interesting things for sale.
Fish...
Charcoal...
Papyrus paper sketch books...
Fruit...
Papyrus paper sketch books?
He stopped short at the little stand, and looked at the sketch books. He pulled one off the stand, and flipped through it, and smiled.
"Some things never change," he muttered, placing the book back down.
"Like what?" a familiar voice said. Tyson whipped around, only to see little Miranda standing behind him.
"Like the quality of sketch books," he smiled, and turned back to the stand. He picked up the sketch book again, and filtered through his pocket for a little change. Finally, he found the amount of money that he deemed worthy of the sketch book, put it on the counter, and turned to go back to Miranda.
"Excuse me, sir?" the women behind the counter said. "That isn't the required amount for that book."
"I'm sorry miss," he replied, not turning around. "But you stated the required amount for a 'papyrus paper' sketch book. The paper here is made of banana leaf. A common mistake, but this is worth much less." He decided now to turn around to look at her, and smiled. "Would you like me to pay full price anyway?"
"No, no, no," the women smiled back at him. "Thank you for telling me. Now, you and your little friend run along now; bye."
"Bye," he turned back to Miranda, and bent down and picked her up.
"Where are we going?" she laughed out in delight.
"I have really no idea," he breathed. "I don't know this place really well..."
"Where do you want to go?" Miranda cocked her head to one side in the cute little way that only she can do.
"A friend of mine's house, his name is Ray-" he started, but she didn't let him continue.
"I know where that is!" she exclaimed, squirming out of his arms. "Lee showed me while we were walking home!" she started to run off, yelling over her shoulder. "Follow me!"
Sighing, he quickly caught up to her, but to amuse her and himself, he stayed at least five steps behind her, listening to her call back for him to hurry up.
Suddenly, she stopped, and Tyson was forced to jump over top of her, so that he didn't run her over.
"Wow," she said, transfixed. "Can you do that again?"
"I'd rather not," he snorted, standing up yet again; he stretched out toward the sky, hoping to get the little kink out of his back. "Now, where's Ray's house?"
"Right here," yet another voice stated. He turned sharply, only to see Ray himself. "Wow Tyson, I never thought that you would come all the way here to see me; or should I say, Mariah?"
"Shut up Ray," he hissed, and then bent down to face Miranda. "Here you go," he placed the banana leaf sketch book into her hands. "Now you get going home; I don't want your cousin worrying about you, alright?"
"Alright," she brought her chibi little arms around his neck, and gave his a kiss on the cheek. "Good bye Tyson."
"Never say good bye," he whispered to her. "It's like losing all hope. This is only bye."
"Bye Tyson," she smiled, and turned and ran away.
"Bye little princess," he whispered; he sighed, and stood up, ready to face Ray.
"That was, interesting, to say the least," he could almost see the smirk on his face...
"What's so interesting about it?" he snapped. "I met her on the plane that Kai and Aretha forced me onto."
"Forced you onto?" Ray asked, as if trying to prove him wrong.
"No Ray," he said sarcastically. "I'm here in White Tiger Valley because I thought I'd have a blast. Of course they forced me to come here!"
"Come on in," Ray sighed, as if he was getting ready to explain something to a child. "I'll get you something to drink and you can tell me why you didn't just stay at the airport.."
'Why didn't I just stay at the airport... I could have gotten the money to go back to Japan, Egypt even... but why did I come here?'
"Coming Tyson?" Ray called from inside; Tyson followed his voice into the small house, only to see Ray sitting at a small square table with two chairs. "It's usually me and my mom here, but I'm sure that she won't mind having you around."
Tyson nodded, and sat down across from him.
"Tyson," Ray looked at the table, slowly tracing the wooden patterns with his fingers. "What are your feelings for Mariah?"
Tyson, to say the least, was dumbstruck. He didn't know how to answer the question; so he sighed, and leaned back against the chair.
"What are your feelings for Mariah?" Ray asked again, this time looking up at him.
"Does it really matter?" he asked back.
"Yes, yes it does," Ray said darkly. "Now tell me, what are your feelings for Mariah?"
"It doesn't matter...." he said; the world started to echo...
'It just doesn't matter anymore...'
"It matters a lot Tyson!" Ray stood up, knocking his chair to the floor. "It matters to me! It matters to Mariah!"
'She doesn't care... no one cares...'
"It's doesn't matter..." he sighed, resting his head against the smooth surface of the wood.
'If he doesn't know... if she doesn't know... then why would it matter...?'
"Tyson, she loves you," Ray snapped, hitting his fists against the table. "Are you to blind to see that?"
'Yes...'
And his world disappeared into oblivion, as he went to the sweet lands of dreams...
.... and Ray noticed the tears on his face.....
*********************************************************
He blinked open his eyes, only to see blackness...
He closed them, and felt the tears streaked across his fair cheeks...
He didn't have the will to bring himself to his realm...
So he sat there, amidst the darkness, willing for life to end...
And if he waiting long enough...
It would...
'Young Master?' a voice said. He opened his eyes, only to see that Drigger had come the be with him in the darkness.
'Yes Drigger?' he said sadly, hoping that his eternal pain would soon end.
'Go back to living world, or go to your realm,' Drigger said, curling himself around the boy, giving him a little heat. 'It is not healthy for you to stay here...'
'You stay here,' he breathed, letting his eyes seep closed. 'Why can't I?'
'Because,' Drigger whispered to the boy. 'These are the lands of darkness, the lands I must keep from going into the dream realms. You being here, can be disastrous for yourself...'
'I don't care anymore Drigger...' he murmured, leaning heavily against the White Tiger. 'I just don't care... no one else does...'
'The young Mistress does,' Drigger coed into his ear, curling tighter around the boy. 'And for you to be gone, would mean the end...'