CT: FASH doesn't feel like talkin' today, so on wit da fic.
""- Talking ''-Thinking
'Finally, school is out, and the only homework I have is that English assignment' Tyson thought merrily walking out of class.
"Hey, there's the guy who thinks he can steal our Ozuma!" Said a high- pitched, snobby voice.
Looking over his shoulder Tyson saw a bunch of girls, and a few guys, all glaring at him. (The Ozuma fan-club)
"Uuuhhhhh....What are you people talking about?" Tyson asked, his eyes turning into little dots at the thought of stealing a guy. 'I don't know what my sexual preference is, but I'm not going to steal someone.....And is stealing someone even possible?'
"Why you little!" The girl from before was fuming, blue eyes raging, and shaking her head, making her bleached blond hair fly. She was wearing a skirt that would either give a guy a nose-bleed, or make him run, in Tyson's case, it made him want to run. (No offence to blonds, I am a blond. I'd be dissing myself...-.-U)
"Look, I have no clue what you're talking about, so if you could cease and desist, I need to get home." And so he turned on his heel, only to be tackled from behind.
Tyson looked up, one of the buff fan-guys tackled him, preparing to punch, but before his fist could hit its mark.
"STOP!"
Ozuma's P.O.V.
I watched as Tyson walked out of class, I woke him up a few minutes before the bell, or at least I tried, he slept like a rock, and I practically had to yell in his ear before he, once again, became a resident of the land of the living.
'I wonder if he could ever like me.' He thought as he colleted his books and walked out only to come across one of his fan club members, William, pinning Tyson down and preparing to punch. Other people in his fan club cheering him on.
"STOP!" He shouted, running up and tackling William, successfully getting him away from Tyson.
Getting up off the ground and moving over to Tyson he asked. "Are you okay?" And watched as Tyson nodded, but winced, he did, after all get tackled to a hard floor, and his nose was bleeding.
"I'll be fine." He said as he tried to get up, but it seemed his ankle was sprained.
"Here." Ozuma said, thrusting his hand out to pull Tyson up, eager to help him.
"Thanks." Tyson said blushing, Ozuma was acting kind of oddly.
Ozuma glared at the group of fan people growling under his breath, this scared them off and they ran out of the school.
Pulling Tyson's arm around his neck so that he would be more balanced, he looked into Tyson's eyes. "Want me to help you home?" He asked. 'Please say yes! Please say yes!' He mentally screamed.
"Okayyyy....." Tyson answered unsurely.
"Where do you live?" Ozuma really wanted to know.
"I live in the Dojo on Kakashi St." Tyson said hesitantly. (YAY! KAKASHI!)
"Really? Isn't that place run by some crazy old man?" Ozuma asked concerned.
"That crazy old man just happens to be my grandfather, my dad sent me to live with him cuz he had an expedition. Don't worry, I agree, my grandpa is crazy, but in an amusing way." Tyson smiled.
"Cool." Was the only thing Ozuma seemed capable to say as they walked over to Tyson's house, which, coincidentally, was only a block from Ozuma's. (Muwhahahaha!)
"Well, here we are." Tyson said, hoping his grandpa wouldn't come out and scare away his only friend so far.
"Ya. Hey! Want to hang out this weekend?" Ozuma asked with a pleading look. 'Please! I want to get to know you!'
"I'll have to ask my grandpa first, but he'll probably say yes." Tyson said closing his eyes in concentration, making him look adorable.
"Alright!" Ozuma was ecstatic. And after leading Tyson to the front door, and exchanging phone numbers, he left with an immense smile on his face.
'I've got a new friend, awesome!' Tyson thought as he carefully walked inside. Unaware of the plotting Ozuma was doing to make him his...
FASH: 'Ello, hope you like that chapter! CT: And remember to wead an weveu (read and review.) Ozuma: walks in There you are! Scoops up Chibi Tyson You're so cute. FASH: Riiiiight.... Ozuma: What?!? FASH: Nothing... CT: blinks cutely Hi Ozuma! hugs Ozuma Ozuma: melts from sheer and utter cuteness. FASH: -.-U I am so weird...R&R. And I'll let you play with CT!
""- Talking ''-Thinking
'Finally, school is out, and the only homework I have is that English assignment' Tyson thought merrily walking out of class.
"Hey, there's the guy who thinks he can steal our Ozuma!" Said a high- pitched, snobby voice.
Looking over his shoulder Tyson saw a bunch of girls, and a few guys, all glaring at him. (The Ozuma fan-club)
"Uuuhhhhh....What are you people talking about?" Tyson asked, his eyes turning into little dots at the thought of stealing a guy. 'I don't know what my sexual preference is, but I'm not going to steal someone.....And is stealing someone even possible?'
"Why you little!" The girl from before was fuming, blue eyes raging, and shaking her head, making her bleached blond hair fly. She was wearing a skirt that would either give a guy a nose-bleed, or make him run, in Tyson's case, it made him want to run. (No offence to blonds, I am a blond. I'd be dissing myself...-.-U)
"Look, I have no clue what you're talking about, so if you could cease and desist, I need to get home." And so he turned on his heel, only to be tackled from behind.
Tyson looked up, one of the buff fan-guys tackled him, preparing to punch, but before his fist could hit its mark.
"STOP!"
Ozuma's P.O.V.
I watched as Tyson walked out of class, I woke him up a few minutes before the bell, or at least I tried, he slept like a rock, and I practically had to yell in his ear before he, once again, became a resident of the land of the living.
'I wonder if he could ever like me.' He thought as he colleted his books and walked out only to come across one of his fan club members, William, pinning Tyson down and preparing to punch. Other people in his fan club cheering him on.
"STOP!" He shouted, running up and tackling William, successfully getting him away from Tyson.
Getting up off the ground and moving over to Tyson he asked. "Are you okay?" And watched as Tyson nodded, but winced, he did, after all get tackled to a hard floor, and his nose was bleeding.
"I'll be fine." He said as he tried to get up, but it seemed his ankle was sprained.
"Here." Ozuma said, thrusting his hand out to pull Tyson up, eager to help him.
"Thanks." Tyson said blushing, Ozuma was acting kind of oddly.
Ozuma glared at the group of fan people growling under his breath, this scared them off and they ran out of the school.
Pulling Tyson's arm around his neck so that he would be more balanced, he looked into Tyson's eyes. "Want me to help you home?" He asked. 'Please say yes! Please say yes!' He mentally screamed.
"Okayyyy....." Tyson answered unsurely.
"Where do you live?" Ozuma really wanted to know.
"I live in the Dojo on Kakashi St." Tyson said hesitantly. (YAY! KAKASHI!)
"Really? Isn't that place run by some crazy old man?" Ozuma asked concerned.
"That crazy old man just happens to be my grandfather, my dad sent me to live with him cuz he had an expedition. Don't worry, I agree, my grandpa is crazy, but in an amusing way." Tyson smiled.
"Cool." Was the only thing Ozuma seemed capable to say as they walked over to Tyson's house, which, coincidentally, was only a block from Ozuma's. (Muwhahahaha!)
"Well, here we are." Tyson said, hoping his grandpa wouldn't come out and scare away his only friend so far.
"Ya. Hey! Want to hang out this weekend?" Ozuma asked with a pleading look. 'Please! I want to get to know you!'
"I'll have to ask my grandpa first, but he'll probably say yes." Tyson said closing his eyes in concentration, making him look adorable.
"Alright!" Ozuma was ecstatic. And after leading Tyson to the front door, and exchanging phone numbers, he left with an immense smile on his face.
'I've got a new friend, awesome!' Tyson thought as he carefully walked inside. Unaware of the plotting Ozuma was doing to make him his...
FASH: 'Ello, hope you like that chapter! CT: And remember to wead an weveu (read and review.) Ozuma: walks in There you are! Scoops up Chibi Tyson You're so cute. FASH: Riiiiight.... Ozuma: What?!? FASH: Nothing... CT: blinks cutely Hi Ozuma! hugs Ozuma Ozuma: melts from sheer and utter cuteness. FASH: -.-U I am so weird...R&R. And I'll let you play with CT!