FASH: Has anyone ever noticed that I'm really lazy? O: Yes, that's why your chapters are so short. FASH: They're not that short, they were shorter when I started writing! CT: (blink blink, tilts head to the side cutely) FASH & O: Awwwww. FASH: At least I have Chibi Tyson, right CT? CT: Yep! (Huggle)
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It was Tuesday, one day till Tyson's birthday. Ozuma was totally freaking out. He wanted to have the most memorable birthday ever, and was sure it would be, after all, Tyson was getting him for his birthday, and in the minds of most people in the school that was the best present you could receive. So there he was, waiting for Tyson to get into the class. Ignoring, as per usual, all the longing stares sent in his direction. It was one minute till the final bell, and Mrs. Wellington didn't like late students. 'Come on Tyson, hurry it up.' Tyson then rushed into the classroom, a mere ten seconds before the bell. "Made it!" The hyperactive boy shouted, before cowering at the glares from the rest class.
"If could Mr. Grainger, please make your way to your seat so we get on with the lesson." Mrs. Wellington said in a strict voice. Tyson smiled and went to his seat. "Hey Ozuma." He greeted, Ozuma nodded back before the teacher clapped her hands to get the attention of everyone.
"Now class, I have some horrible news." The woman said in a melodramatic way. "I, your favorite teacher, Mrs. Wellington, am retiring and will be replaced by the teacher from yesterday." There was complete silence in the classroom. "Oh, you poor dears have gone into shock from this information, do not worry, as this is my final day here, I shall make it worth while."
To bad her version of worth while was giving the kinds so much stuff to do they'd be having homework for months.
It was the end of the day, much to each and every students' enjoyment, once the final bell rang they ran to get out of the class, leaving Mrs. Wellington to talk to herself about how they must be so sad that they couldn't face her in fear of bursting out crying.
"So then, Mrs. Wellington is out of our lives." Tyson said to himself as he stroked his chin in thought. "Oh well, I liked the other teacher better." He said and then he turned to look at Ozuma, who had been staring at him ever since they had gone off school property, Tyson would have loved to convince himself that he was freaked out by the constant observation of him, but it actually made his heart beat faster and butterflies flap their wings rapidly in his stomach. 'I can't possibly be getting a crush on Ozuma! He's my friend! Not to mention the fact that he'd probably never like me back.' Tyson couldn't help but feel slightly depressed after this revelation, his shoulders slumped and his eyes dimmed.
Little did he know how wrong he was.....
Ozuma was currently following Tyson home, well, the correct term was stalking, but that sounded a little too harsh. So there he was, creeping around corners, walking along the tops of fences, staying out of sight, even though he could have been right behind Tyson, the boy still wouldn't notice him. So now he was at the dojo, right outside Tyson's window, Ozuma wondered what exactly came over him when he began to stalk- I mean follow Tyson. 'If anyone catches me, I'm just here to know what Tyson wants for a birthday present, yes that's right, present.' As Ozuma began to chuckle evilly in his head he didn't notice Tyson leaving the dojo and property, so the next time he looked into the window there was nothing there. And all of his feelings could be described in one word. "Damn."
Tyson was just walking around, looking over his shoulder every few seconds, he had the obscene feeling that he was being followed, but, ignoring his currently screaming sixth sense, he continued on, without a care in the world.
Meanwhile, hiding in the shadows of an alleyway.
"What exactly does Ozuma-kun seen in this Tyson guy?" Hilary narrowed her eyes at the figure that supposedly stole her love away from her and was keeping Ozuma all to himself. "Sorry Tyson, but Ozuma's mine, and I'll never let him go, he will always be mine!" She declared then she started coughing from inhaling too much dust. Who'd of thought that an alley would be so dirty? Certainly not Hilary.
Tyson was at a park, it was pretty empty except for a few children under the watchful eye of a mother, father, or elder sibling, sighing he sat on a swing and started to slowly swing, remembering when he was little and Jin used to push him. 'I miss him, where did he go?' Tyson thought to himself, he was never sure where Jin had gone, he just knew that one day, before anyone had woken up, he left, the only thing left of him was a note on the counter saying that he'd be back someday. 'Why did you leave Jin, why did you leave me all alone?' Tyson thought as his eyes watered up, the park was now empty, the sky was now dark, and Tyson sluggishly made his way back to the dojo, he may have been turning seventeen the next day, but he wasn't excited at all, he felt empty and alone.
So he went to sleep, dreams full of a boy with light blue hair and dark blue eyes, dream of his elder brother. Unaware of what the next day would bring.
Meanwhile, in the dark of the night, a pair of hazel eyes burned as they looked at two pictures, one surrounded by hearts, and the other shredded at the sides. "Soon Ozuma, we will be together, no one will stop me from obtaining you, not even Tyson."
And in his sleep Ozuma dreamed about how tomorrow he would confess his feelings for Tyson
FASH: Aw. How cute. O: -.-U FASH: You're just mad because you're still not with Tyson. CT: . Review! FASH: Yes, do what the little chibi says and review, you know you want to. O: I am surrounded by idiots.... FASH: Grin
""-speech ''-thoughts
It was Tuesday, one day till Tyson's birthday. Ozuma was totally freaking out. He wanted to have the most memorable birthday ever, and was sure it would be, after all, Tyson was getting him for his birthday, and in the minds of most people in the school that was the best present you could receive. So there he was, waiting for Tyson to get into the class. Ignoring, as per usual, all the longing stares sent in his direction. It was one minute till the final bell, and Mrs. Wellington didn't like late students. 'Come on Tyson, hurry it up.' Tyson then rushed into the classroom, a mere ten seconds before the bell. "Made it!" The hyperactive boy shouted, before cowering at the glares from the rest class.
"If could Mr. Grainger, please make your way to your seat so we get on with the lesson." Mrs. Wellington said in a strict voice. Tyson smiled and went to his seat. "Hey Ozuma." He greeted, Ozuma nodded back before the teacher clapped her hands to get the attention of everyone.
"Now class, I have some horrible news." The woman said in a melodramatic way. "I, your favorite teacher, Mrs. Wellington, am retiring and will be replaced by the teacher from yesterday." There was complete silence in the classroom. "Oh, you poor dears have gone into shock from this information, do not worry, as this is my final day here, I shall make it worth while."
To bad her version of worth while was giving the kinds so much stuff to do they'd be having homework for months.
It was the end of the day, much to each and every students' enjoyment, once the final bell rang they ran to get out of the class, leaving Mrs. Wellington to talk to herself about how they must be so sad that they couldn't face her in fear of bursting out crying.
"So then, Mrs. Wellington is out of our lives." Tyson said to himself as he stroked his chin in thought. "Oh well, I liked the other teacher better." He said and then he turned to look at Ozuma, who had been staring at him ever since they had gone off school property, Tyson would have loved to convince himself that he was freaked out by the constant observation of him, but it actually made his heart beat faster and butterflies flap their wings rapidly in his stomach. 'I can't possibly be getting a crush on Ozuma! He's my friend! Not to mention the fact that he'd probably never like me back.' Tyson couldn't help but feel slightly depressed after this revelation, his shoulders slumped and his eyes dimmed.
Little did he know how wrong he was.....
Ozuma was currently following Tyson home, well, the correct term was stalking, but that sounded a little too harsh. So there he was, creeping around corners, walking along the tops of fences, staying out of sight, even though he could have been right behind Tyson, the boy still wouldn't notice him. So now he was at the dojo, right outside Tyson's window, Ozuma wondered what exactly came over him when he began to stalk- I mean follow Tyson. 'If anyone catches me, I'm just here to know what Tyson wants for a birthday present, yes that's right, present.' As Ozuma began to chuckle evilly in his head he didn't notice Tyson leaving the dojo and property, so the next time he looked into the window there was nothing there. And all of his feelings could be described in one word. "Damn."
Tyson was just walking around, looking over his shoulder every few seconds, he had the obscene feeling that he was being followed, but, ignoring his currently screaming sixth sense, he continued on, without a care in the world.
Meanwhile, hiding in the shadows of an alleyway.
"What exactly does Ozuma-kun seen in this Tyson guy?" Hilary narrowed her eyes at the figure that supposedly stole her love away from her and was keeping Ozuma all to himself. "Sorry Tyson, but Ozuma's mine, and I'll never let him go, he will always be mine!" She declared then she started coughing from inhaling too much dust. Who'd of thought that an alley would be so dirty? Certainly not Hilary.
Tyson was at a park, it was pretty empty except for a few children under the watchful eye of a mother, father, or elder sibling, sighing he sat on a swing and started to slowly swing, remembering when he was little and Jin used to push him. 'I miss him, where did he go?' Tyson thought to himself, he was never sure where Jin had gone, he just knew that one day, before anyone had woken up, he left, the only thing left of him was a note on the counter saying that he'd be back someday. 'Why did you leave Jin, why did you leave me all alone?' Tyson thought as his eyes watered up, the park was now empty, the sky was now dark, and Tyson sluggishly made his way back to the dojo, he may have been turning seventeen the next day, but he wasn't excited at all, he felt empty and alone.
So he went to sleep, dreams full of a boy with light blue hair and dark blue eyes, dream of his elder brother. Unaware of what the next day would bring.
Meanwhile, in the dark of the night, a pair of hazel eyes burned as they looked at two pictures, one surrounded by hearts, and the other shredded at the sides. "Soon Ozuma, we will be together, no one will stop me from obtaining you, not even Tyson."
And in his sleep Ozuma dreamed about how tomorrow he would confess his feelings for Tyson
FASH: Aw. How cute. O: -.-U FASH: You're just mad because you're still not with Tyson. CT: . Review! FASH: Yes, do what the little chibi says and review, you know you want to. O: I am surrounded by idiots.... FASH: Grin