CT: Hiiiiiiiiiii! is currently on a sugar high
CO: ...Hi... is currently sad because Tyson paid more attention to sugar than
him
FASH: Hey people, I would just like to thank my reviewers, you make me want
to type, and that is quite a feat, considering I loath, hate and detest
typing.
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Ozuma stared at Tyson, he was almost drooling. 'Oh my God....' His mind was instantly bombarded with lusty thoughts and he swore if he looked at Tyson much longer he would get a major nose bleed.
Tyson shifted nervously. 'The way he's staring at me. It makes me feel funny.' "Uhhhhh. Can I put my clothes back on?" He asked and a blush tinted his cheeks at the mention of his current state of dress. (Or should I say. Undress. Muwahahaha!)
"Hmm? Oh, sure." Ozuma said, but secretly he was miserable that Tyson had to put his clothes back on. 'Why? Does someone up there hate me?' Ozuma thought in distress as Tyson put his clothes back on.
After Tyson was once again fully dressed he sat down facing Ozuma again. "What now? It's only eight o clock, and I don't want to do any more poker, I seem to suck at it."
"You're okay at it; I just seem to dominate you in it." Ozuma mentally berated himself, the word dominate was now giving him thoughts and mental images that weren't very proper to have while the person you were thinking about was in the room, especially if they didn't know you liked them. (Ozuma is very hormonal in this fic eh?)
"Gee thanks. But just to let you know, I'd totally whoop you in kendo." Tyson said confidently. After all, every time he ever visited his grandpa, he would practice; he even took courses at the dojo in his old home town. But his grandpa was an overall better teacher.
"I don't doubt that. But any other fighting style and you're mine." Ozuma said triumphantly. 'Soon you will be mine. All mine.' Ozuma thought with an inner grin.
"Really?" Before he could stop himself Tyson studied Ozuma's six pack. (Yummy! ,)
Ozuma saw Tyson look over his chest and raised an eyebrow. Tyson caught himself staring, blushed, shook his head repeatedly, and looked down at his hands as he fiddled with his vest.
"So. You think my fan club is weird?" Ozuma asked for the sole purpose of breaking the silence that had settled over the two boys.
"Yes! I don't get how so many people can ban together, liking the same guy, then when a new kid shows up, they decide to beat on him because he supposedly stole their love interest." Tyson said sourly as he remembered the incident at school.
'Was I that open with my feelings? Then again, that particular group of fan club members are smarter than the rest, but thank God she wasn't there today.' By she Ozuma meant the sluttiest, meanest girl to even crush on him.
"You're lucky, there was one girl that wasn't there today, everyone in my little fan club is afraid of her. Her name, is Hilary." Ozuma shuddered at the thought of the girl, she had been trying to go out with him since grade six, he always refused, but she would just bounce back up with more determination then before. He probably would have killed her by now, just so she would leave him alone, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't hit girls. But thank God Miriam did! She would slap Hilary around like a rag doll.
Meanwhile in her room a brunette sneezed. She rubbed her nose thoughtfully before exclaiming. "My dearest Ozuma must be thinking about me! I knew I should have gone to school Friday! What if he was going to ask me out? Oh well, prepare yourself Ozuma honey, I'm coming for you!" She giggled and the giggles escalated to chuckles, which then evolved into maniacal laughter.
Tyson and Ozuma shivered for some unknown reason, they suddenly felt like some evil whore was out to get them.
"So then..." Tyson started off, he had no clue what else they should do, it was almost ten, but he didn't want to go to sleep yet. "Want to watch a movie?" He asked quietly.
"Sure." Ozuma replied calmly, though on the inside he was flipping out and thinking about all those movies where the couple starts watching a movie, but ends up making out in the first ten minutes. He would never do that, unless it was with Tyson, but he wasn't exactly sure now was the right time to tell Tyson his feeling. 'But soon I will.' He vowed to himself.
They quickly changed into their pajamas, Tyson's were light blue with white stars and moons on them and Ozuma's were completely black. Both boy then went over to the living room and chose a movie, The League Of Extraordinary Gentle Man, and watched it as they lounged together on the couch.
During the middle of the movie, Tyson had somehow drifted off and the head was now resting against Ozuma's shoulder, no that he minded, no, not at all and by the end of the movie Ozuma had placed Tyson's head in his lap and was gently running his hands through his hair. He switched the TV off and scooped Tyson up into his arms, then going back to the dojo he placed the boy in his makeshift bed and watched him for a while before he himself fell into the lure of sleep, dreaming of confessing his feelings to a certain blue haired boy.
The morning came, and with it Ozuma's eye opened blearily, then blinking a couple of times to clear his vision, he looked over at Tyson who in his sleep had thrown all the covers off himself, and his shirt was riding up, showing off his stomach area, Ozuma fought the urge to have an extreme nosebleed, and was very proud of himself for not having one.
Tyson lazily stretched, lifting his arms over his head, showing off even more of his abdomen, Ozuma couldn't hold in the small stream of blood coming from his nose at the sight, but the quickly wiped it away before Tyson's eyes focused on him.
Tyson sat up tiredly and yawn. "Morning already?" He asked rhetorically.
"No, it just happens to be bright outside because the moon came closer to the earth." Ozuma replied rolling his eyes and Tyson tiredly got up and tried to whap him, but it didn't exactly work, seeing as Tyson was still half asleep and Ozuma was fully awake.
Ozuma caught Tyson's hand in his own and looked deeply into Tyson's sleep fogged eyes. He opened his mouth, ready to ask something.
FASH: Cliffhanger! Hanging from a cliff, and that's why he's called cliff hanger. Regular Ozuma: Why did you stop it there? What are you planning to do?
FASH: I think I liked you a bit better as a chibi, but your still cute. Glomps Ozuma. CT: Eyebrow is twitching dangerously RO: Glare FASH: Well, eh hehehe. Slowly backs away from Ozuma RO: Don't worry, I'll make sure to get her to update soon. Smirks dangerously FASH: I don't think I'll like this one bit......
""-speech ''-thoughts
Ozuma stared at Tyson, he was almost drooling. 'Oh my God....' His mind was instantly bombarded with lusty thoughts and he swore if he looked at Tyson much longer he would get a major nose bleed.
Tyson shifted nervously. 'The way he's staring at me. It makes me feel funny.' "Uhhhhh. Can I put my clothes back on?" He asked and a blush tinted his cheeks at the mention of his current state of dress. (Or should I say. Undress. Muwahahaha!)
"Hmm? Oh, sure." Ozuma said, but secretly he was miserable that Tyson had to put his clothes back on. 'Why? Does someone up there hate me?' Ozuma thought in distress as Tyson put his clothes back on.
After Tyson was once again fully dressed he sat down facing Ozuma again. "What now? It's only eight o clock, and I don't want to do any more poker, I seem to suck at it."
"You're okay at it; I just seem to dominate you in it." Ozuma mentally berated himself, the word dominate was now giving him thoughts and mental images that weren't very proper to have while the person you were thinking about was in the room, especially if they didn't know you liked them. (Ozuma is very hormonal in this fic eh?)
"Gee thanks. But just to let you know, I'd totally whoop you in kendo." Tyson said confidently. After all, every time he ever visited his grandpa, he would practice; he even took courses at the dojo in his old home town. But his grandpa was an overall better teacher.
"I don't doubt that. But any other fighting style and you're mine." Ozuma said triumphantly. 'Soon you will be mine. All mine.' Ozuma thought with an inner grin.
"Really?" Before he could stop himself Tyson studied Ozuma's six pack. (Yummy! ,)
Ozuma saw Tyson look over his chest and raised an eyebrow. Tyson caught himself staring, blushed, shook his head repeatedly, and looked down at his hands as he fiddled with his vest.
"So. You think my fan club is weird?" Ozuma asked for the sole purpose of breaking the silence that had settled over the two boys.
"Yes! I don't get how so many people can ban together, liking the same guy, then when a new kid shows up, they decide to beat on him because he supposedly stole their love interest." Tyson said sourly as he remembered the incident at school.
'Was I that open with my feelings? Then again, that particular group of fan club members are smarter than the rest, but thank God she wasn't there today.' By she Ozuma meant the sluttiest, meanest girl to even crush on him.
"You're lucky, there was one girl that wasn't there today, everyone in my little fan club is afraid of her. Her name, is Hilary." Ozuma shuddered at the thought of the girl, she had been trying to go out with him since grade six, he always refused, but she would just bounce back up with more determination then before. He probably would have killed her by now, just so she would leave him alone, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't hit girls. But thank God Miriam did! She would slap Hilary around like a rag doll.
Meanwhile in her room a brunette sneezed. She rubbed her nose thoughtfully before exclaiming. "My dearest Ozuma must be thinking about me! I knew I should have gone to school Friday! What if he was going to ask me out? Oh well, prepare yourself Ozuma honey, I'm coming for you!" She giggled and the giggles escalated to chuckles, which then evolved into maniacal laughter.
Tyson and Ozuma shivered for some unknown reason, they suddenly felt like some evil whore was out to get them.
"So then..." Tyson started off, he had no clue what else they should do, it was almost ten, but he didn't want to go to sleep yet. "Want to watch a movie?" He asked quietly.
"Sure." Ozuma replied calmly, though on the inside he was flipping out and thinking about all those movies where the couple starts watching a movie, but ends up making out in the first ten minutes. He would never do that, unless it was with Tyson, but he wasn't exactly sure now was the right time to tell Tyson his feeling. 'But soon I will.' He vowed to himself.
They quickly changed into their pajamas, Tyson's were light blue with white stars and moons on them and Ozuma's were completely black. Both boy then went over to the living room and chose a movie, The League Of Extraordinary Gentle Man, and watched it as they lounged together on the couch.
During the middle of the movie, Tyson had somehow drifted off and the head was now resting against Ozuma's shoulder, no that he minded, no, not at all and by the end of the movie Ozuma had placed Tyson's head in his lap and was gently running his hands through his hair. He switched the TV off and scooped Tyson up into his arms, then going back to the dojo he placed the boy in his makeshift bed and watched him for a while before he himself fell into the lure of sleep, dreaming of confessing his feelings to a certain blue haired boy.
The morning came, and with it Ozuma's eye opened blearily, then blinking a couple of times to clear his vision, he looked over at Tyson who in his sleep had thrown all the covers off himself, and his shirt was riding up, showing off his stomach area, Ozuma fought the urge to have an extreme nosebleed, and was very proud of himself for not having one.
Tyson lazily stretched, lifting his arms over his head, showing off even more of his abdomen, Ozuma couldn't hold in the small stream of blood coming from his nose at the sight, but the quickly wiped it away before Tyson's eyes focused on him.
Tyson sat up tiredly and yawn. "Morning already?" He asked rhetorically.
"No, it just happens to be bright outside because the moon came closer to the earth." Ozuma replied rolling his eyes and Tyson tiredly got up and tried to whap him, but it didn't exactly work, seeing as Tyson was still half asleep and Ozuma was fully awake.
Ozuma caught Tyson's hand in his own and looked deeply into Tyson's sleep fogged eyes. He opened his mouth, ready to ask something.
FASH: Cliffhanger! Hanging from a cliff, and that's why he's called cliff hanger. Regular Ozuma: Why did you stop it there? What are you planning to do?
FASH: I think I liked you a bit better as a chibi, but your still cute. Glomps Ozuma. CT: Eyebrow is twitching dangerously RO: Glare FASH: Well, eh hehehe. Slowly backs away from Ozuma RO: Don't worry, I'll make sure to get her to update soon. Smirks dangerously FASH: I don't think I'll like this one bit......