Chapter 4

Tyson was sitting in the room, the others had all gone off somewhere. Max had to go to his dad and help the shop, Hillary to study, Ray and Zeo were off somewhere . . . Kai was off training in an unknown area, and of course, Wyidd and Tala had left. So that left Ozuma, alone with Tyson. Ozuma was outside, left to his own musings.

'Why do I feel this way about Tyson? Have I always felt this way? Since when did I think I could love men and still feel clean?' Ozuma shook his head. 'I . . . I'm not sure what to do. Maybe I should talk to someone. . . but who? Wrong enough to love a man, but even worse to love someone who loves someone else.' He sighed, and decided. He'd talk to someone about it, he'd talk to that girl, she seemed smart. Hillary was it? He nodded to himself and started out the door.

~~~

Tyson sighed and stopped polishing his blade for a moment. He looked up and grimaced.

'How can it be that I love two people at the same time? It's crazy!' He thought to himself. 'I don't want to go through this again, I found the right person for me, I love him, and he loves me. There shouldn't be any problem, but . . .' He sighed again.

~ Flashback ~

"Kai I . . ." Tyson murmured.

"Don't." Kai snapped. Tyson looked up.

"What?" He whispered.

"Don't say it Tyson. It'll only hurt us both." Kai warned, his back turned to Tyson. Tyson growled.

"I WILL say it! I love you Kai!"

Silence.

"Yeah? Well I hate to say this Tyson but I don't love you." Kai said calmly and walked out of the room, leaving Tyson. The blue haired teen fell to his knees, his bangs covering his face and tears slid down his cheeks.

'I knew it would be this way, yet I could help but hope . . . but think that maybe a little bit of him . . .' Tyson heaved a sob and quickly wiped away the tears. He got to his feet and gritted his teeth, outside, Kai leaned against the wall.

'I hate hurting you like this, but there's no choice. I can't, I love someone else . . .' Kai thought softly.

"I'm sorry Tyson, it just wouldn't work. For either of us." He whispered to the open night and looked up at the sky, if anyone bothered to look close enough, tears brimmed at the corners of Kai's eyes.

~ End ~

Tyson sighed. That was one of the memories that he didn't want to keep. Setting down his blade gentle he leaned back against the wall and breathed deeply. Well, looked like he was free for the entire day. Now what?

~~~

"Hey, girl." Ozuma called out from his position. Hillary squeaked and fell back on her chair. Looking out the window she gaped.

"Ozuma?!" She demanded, the boy was perched on a tree branch outside her window.

"Are you just going to gawk at me or let me in?" He demanded. Hillary started and jumped for the door, pulling the mesh screen to the side, Ozuma jumped in easily.

"What is it?" She asked.

"I have to talk to you. It's important." Hillary nodded.

"Okay, whatever you say." She said easily.

~~~

"And that's basically my problem." Ozuma said sighing and leaning against the bed. Hillary was at a loss.

"That is a problem. Loving Tyson while he loves Khain. There's no way of everyone winning, someone has to lose." She said softly in thought.

"I just . . . don't know what to do." He said softly.

"Ozuma?"

"All my life I've been taught that I should find a nice young girl, fall in love, get married, and continued the tradition of the village! But meeting Tyson . . . he changed everything, my mission, my way of thinking, my views of the world, and now he's changed the way I love." Ozuma sighed again.

"Tyson's very lovable, isn't he?" Hillary asked softly.

"What?" Ozuma asked looking at her, she smiled.

"Well, I love him too. But I also love Max. I love Max very much, to the point I trust him with my life and believe in him. Tyson just has this air about him, that you can't HELP but love. Every time I see him I can't help but think, he's just so perfect!" She blushed and looked back at Ozuma.

"Well, not perfect, but the way he's always smiling, and never gives up, his determined look and somehow fierce but cuddly act, he's just so . . ." She struggled for a word.

"Desirable?" Ozuma offered. Hillary turned to look at him, shock in her eyes for a moment, before she nodded with a smile.

"Yeah. Desirable." Ozuma chuckled.

~~~

"So, Ozuma left too. Heh, guess I really am stuck alone for a while." Tyson said walking along the sidewalk, his hands jammed in his pockets. He ignored pretty much everything around him.

"Geez, if I had known I would be spending my Saturday like this, I would've stayed in bed." Tyson grumbled complaining. Suddenly someone grabbed his arm. Tyson glared at the assailant. A man, perhaps in his mid-twenties.

"Can I help you?" Tyson asked wearily. The man nodded with a smile, for some reason, Tyson's alarms suddenly went off.

"Yeah, can you direct me to a temple that's supposed to be around here? I'm looking for a kid, Tyson Granger?" Tyson shook off the arm.

"Yeah, what do you want?" He asked testily. The man smiled.

"You're Tyson? What good luck, my name is Darren Waorks. I work for a company that's interested in you." Tyson raised his eyebrow.

"Interested in me? How?" He demanded. The man smirked.

"Simple. They want to put you out of commission." And with that, the man's fist suddenly came flying out of nowhere, catching Tyson in the jaw and sending him careening back into an alley.

~~~

Ozuma sighed.

"Oh!" Hillary suddenly started.

"I'm sorry, would you like anything to eat?" She asked blushing. Ozuma chuckled.

"It's alright. I should get going. Bye." He said and immediately jumped out the window. Hillary blinked, shook her head and closed the screen smiling.

"Interesting guy. That Ozuma." Hillary said softly and returned to her books.

Ozuma landed on the street and started at an easy jog back to the temple.

'Wonder where Tyson is.' He thought dully as he neared the temple grounds.

~~~

Another punch, this one sent Tyson crashing, back first into the wall. He grunted and fell to his knees, one hand by his side, dirt matted around his face. Looking up slowly he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear as the man loomed over him. He kneeled down and smirked at Tyson's obvious pain.

"You're cute. For a kid. Perhaps I can make good use of that." Tyson's eyes widened in shock. He instantly lashed out with his fist, and the man caught it easily.

"Nice try runt." He said, his other hand snaked it's way to Tyson's throat and slammed his head against the wall, holding it there. Tyson gripped that hand with his other free hand, trying to force it off him, with no luck. The man leaned in smirking, he forced his lips roughly on Tyson's. The teen gagged and kicked with his leg, managing to catch the older man in the shin. The man swore.

"Brat!" He snarled. "You'll pay for that!"

~~~

Ozuma blinked.

"Tyson?" he asked looking around the room. Where on earth was that guy? He looked around again and shut the door as he exited. Looking around the street he decided to walk around, maybe he'd run into the guy.

~~~

Another slap and Tyson began to see stars, this was worse then when he fought Tala. He fell limp against the wall as the man delivered a blow to his gut, seeing this, the man grinned disgustingly and made for Tyson's jeans, with every intention of undoing them, that is, before there was a strangled cry of fury and the man suddenly found himself with a dagger at his throat.

"Pig!" Ozuma snarled. Sweat ran down the assassin's face as he looked up at the enraged teen, Ozuma, having enough sense not to kill him, simply swatted the man's neck with his hand, immediately knocking him unconscious. And to make sure he didn't do any harm for a while, Ozuma swiftly took the guy's belt with honest intentions, tied his hands behind his back, then pulled down the pants so that he couldn't walk, just as effective as rope. That done, he spat on the man's face before turning to Tyson. Tyson blearily opened his eyes, he looked wildly around.

"Where-?" He got out before he started coughing, and blood fell from his mouth. Ozuma shook his head.

"Come on." He said gently before looping Tyson's arm around his shoulder and carrying him off.

~~~

"There, that should do it." Ozuma said softly as he cleaned the last of the dirt off Tyson's face. Tyson nodded, and didn't reply, he hadn't said anything at all since the attack.

"Are you going to be okay?" Ozuma asked stiffly, his voice suddenly going all weird on him, Tyson stared up at Ozuma, before nodding.

"I . ." He croaked before feeling, to his ultimate shame, a tear fall down his cheek. He quickly brushed it away.

"I'm fine." He managed out. Ozuma said nothing. Tyson growled as more tears leaked out.

"Stupid . . . they won't stop . . ." He said feebly. "They just . . ." He brushed them away again, to no avail. Only, the next time they fell, Ozuma used his thumb to gently brush them away.

"Ozuma?" Tyson looked up at Ozuma. The other teen stiffened, and before he could stop himself, leaned in close and gently brushed his lips against Tyson. Tyson's eyes shot wide in surprise as Ozuma drew back blushing.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have-!" He tried, before Tyson wrapped his arms around Ozuma's neck and leaned in for another, more thorough kiss.

Disclaimer: I do not own, I only own plot.

MY: Yes, almost rape in this one, it was necessary! Because Tyson needed to be comforted! And so that Ozuma could look all heroic!

Trick: It was sick woman. SICK!

MY: I'M SORRY!!

Trick: SICK!!