FASH: And here I am again with Chibi Tyson! He's soooo adorable!
CT: And I'm huggable!
FASH: Awwwwww
Ozuma: Hey! Give me my little Ty-chan back!
FASH: NO! Hugs CT
CT: Hew's tha stowie! (Here's the story)
Disclaimer: Why would I write this if I owned it? If I did own Beyblade I would sooooo have everyone in love with Tyson. sighs a dreamy sigh Ya, that would be fun!
Ozuma was pacing in his room, wearing his more normal clothing. (The vest and really, really baggy shorts.) his cousins were peeking through the crack in the door. They were seriously disturbed by his behavior, he had been pacing in his room ever since he got home, and hour and a half ago!
"Uhhhhh, Ozuma, are you okay?" Miriam asked as she walked into his room.
"Ya, your acting all edgy and apprehensive and....stuff." Joseph added.
"If you like that new kid just ask him out." Dunga said impulsively.
Ozuma stopped pacing and glared at his cousins. "Leave me alone." He muttered and was about to go back to pacing when the phone rang.
Ozuma practically leapt towards the phone. "Hello? .... Hi Tyson!.... Sure!... I'll be there....cool, see you later.... Okay bye!" He hung up the phone and smiled.
"Tyson eh? What are you two doing?" Dunga asked in a perverse was.
"Oh shut up, I got to get my stuff." He said taking out a duffle bag and filling it with over night supplies.
"I'll be back some time tomorrow, so, have fun guys, bye," He said perkily before heading out, almost skipping in delight.
"I can't believe those fan girls haven't figured out he's guy." Miriam said watching as her cousin exited the house they shared.
"Me neither, they're such idiots." Joseph commented.
At Tyson's Dojo
Tyson was sweatdropping as his grandpa went on about the birds and the bees. He did not want to hear this conversation, or have Ozuma hear it.
"Graaaaandpaaaaaa! Don't talk about these things; Ozuma'll be here any minute." He pouted, he didn't want an embarrassing situation while his new friend was here.
"Fine fine, we'll have this talk later." His grandpa said and left.
"Sigh Thank God. Ozuma's my first friend here and I'd hate to have him get creped out by my grandpa." Tyson said.
Tyson just sat there on his front porch, Ozuma would be there soon, he did, after all, live only a block away.
"Hi Tyson!" (Speak of the devil.) Ozuma said he walked up to Tyson. 'Man, (Little Sister: I feel like a woman! Rachel: Get your mind out of the gutter! LS: I thought it was from a song. R:.....Well in this fic, when they do get together, Ozuma is seme and Tyson is uke. LS: And that means? R: I'll tell you when you're older.) Now back to Ozuma's thoughts. 'Man, Tyson is hot.' (R: Ya, I'd tap that ass. LS: ........-.-U Freak.)
"So what are we going to do? I mean, in all those movies my cousin dragged me to the girls talk about (LS: Crap.) guys and hot guys and cute guys and movie star guys during sleepovers." 'Man, the chick flicks have corrupted me.' (LS: Stop saying Man! R: Fine, let's see some synonyms for man: Guy, staff, gentleman, operate, woman? Male, be in charge of? LS: Be in charge of, the chick flicks have courted me.)
"I don't know, but why don't we finish up our homework." Tyson suggested.
"Sure." Ozuma agreed and they went into the dojo and worked on their homework side by side. Ozuma enjoyed that, being so close to Tyson and all.
"Wow, I actually finished my homework on a Friday. Ozuma, you must be a good influence on me!" Tyson exclaimed as he hugged Ozuma.
Ozuma fought the urge to blush as he hugged back. "What'll we do now?" 'Great question Ozuma, you probably sounded like an idiot.'
Tyson tapped his nose in thought for a few moments until...
"Hmmm, want to play 20 questions?" Tyson asked. (LS: My idea rocks, my idea rocks, especially one question Ozuma will ask in the near future!)
'Let's see, I get to know more about him, he gets to know more about me. I see no down side to that!' "Sure." Ozuma said enthusiastically, well, as enthusiastically as Ozuma can possibly be, as they put their work away and sat face to face.
FASH: Next chapter is 20 questions! Will Tyson ask Ozuma embarrassing questions; will Ozuma have a slip of tongue? Find out next chapter! Remember to R&R!
Disclaimer: Why would I write this if I owned it? If I did own Beyblade I would sooooo have everyone in love with Tyson. sighs a dreamy sigh Ya, that would be fun!
Ozuma was pacing in his room, wearing his more normal clothing. (The vest and really, really baggy shorts.) his cousins were peeking through the crack in the door. They were seriously disturbed by his behavior, he had been pacing in his room ever since he got home, and hour and a half ago!
"Uhhhhh, Ozuma, are you okay?" Miriam asked as she walked into his room.
"Ya, your acting all edgy and apprehensive and....stuff." Joseph added.
"If you like that new kid just ask him out." Dunga said impulsively.
Ozuma stopped pacing and glared at his cousins. "Leave me alone." He muttered and was about to go back to pacing when the phone rang.
Ozuma practically leapt towards the phone. "Hello? .... Hi Tyson!.... Sure!... I'll be there....cool, see you later.... Okay bye!" He hung up the phone and smiled.
"Tyson eh? What are you two doing?" Dunga asked in a perverse was.
"Oh shut up, I got to get my stuff." He said taking out a duffle bag and filling it with over night supplies.
"I'll be back some time tomorrow, so, have fun guys, bye," He said perkily before heading out, almost skipping in delight.
"I can't believe those fan girls haven't figured out he's guy." Miriam said watching as her cousin exited the house they shared.
"Me neither, they're such idiots." Joseph commented.
At Tyson's Dojo
Tyson was sweatdropping as his grandpa went on about the birds and the bees. He did not want to hear this conversation, or have Ozuma hear it.
"Graaaaandpaaaaaa! Don't talk about these things; Ozuma'll be here any minute." He pouted, he didn't want an embarrassing situation while his new friend was here.
"Fine fine, we'll have this talk later." His grandpa said and left.
"Sigh Thank God. Ozuma's my first friend here and I'd hate to have him get creped out by my grandpa." Tyson said.
Tyson just sat there on his front porch, Ozuma would be there soon, he did, after all, live only a block away.
"Hi Tyson!" (Speak of the devil.) Ozuma said he walked up to Tyson. 'Man, (Little Sister: I feel like a woman! Rachel: Get your mind out of the gutter! LS: I thought it was from a song. R:.....Well in this fic, when they do get together, Ozuma is seme and Tyson is uke. LS: And that means? R: I'll tell you when you're older.) Now back to Ozuma's thoughts. 'Man, Tyson is hot.' (R: Ya, I'd tap that ass. LS: ........-.-U Freak.)
"So what are we going to do? I mean, in all those movies my cousin dragged me to the girls talk about (LS: Crap.) guys and hot guys and cute guys and movie star guys during sleepovers." 'Man, the chick flicks have corrupted me.' (LS: Stop saying Man! R: Fine, let's see some synonyms for man: Guy, staff, gentleman, operate, woman? Male, be in charge of? LS: Be in charge of, the chick flicks have courted me.)
"I don't know, but why don't we finish up our homework." Tyson suggested.
"Sure." Ozuma agreed and they went into the dojo and worked on their homework side by side. Ozuma enjoyed that, being so close to Tyson and all.
"Wow, I actually finished my homework on a Friday. Ozuma, you must be a good influence on me!" Tyson exclaimed as he hugged Ozuma.
Ozuma fought the urge to blush as he hugged back. "What'll we do now?" 'Great question Ozuma, you probably sounded like an idiot.'
Tyson tapped his nose in thought for a few moments until...
"Hmmm, want to play 20 questions?" Tyson asked. (LS: My idea rocks, my idea rocks, especially one question Ozuma will ask in the near future!)
'Let's see, I get to know more about him, he gets to know more about me. I see no down side to that!' "Sure." Ozuma said enthusiastically, well, as enthusiastically as Ozuma can possibly be, as they put their work away and sat face to face.
FASH: Next chapter is 20 questions! Will Tyson ask Ozuma embarrassing questions; will Ozuma have a slip of tongue? Find out next chapter! Remember to R&R!