FASH: I am currently listening to Japanese music I don't understand… Fun… I wonder if this will make the chapter weirder than I have already planned it to be?!?!

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''-thoughts

Tyson blinked repeatedly, soaking it all in. "And you think I'm the one you are destined to love?" He asked incredulously and Johnny nodded solemnly. "Yes, but I shall leave you to think this over." And with that, he disappeared from sight, leaving behind a very dazed and confused Tyson to ponder over what he had just heard about Johnny's past.

'He's a ghost! It's more than morally wrong to love a ghost! But he will become human when I kiss him… IF! If I kiss him, I meant to say that, think that, whatever, really I did! … Getting back on topic.' As you may have been able to guess, Tyson was a little bit torn between is emotions. 'I don't really know much about what his personality is, although he seems very faithful, willing to die and wait for the one he loves…. How romantic!' In order to stop himself from swooning the whole time Tyson was thinking of Johnny, he kept reminding himself that he was a ghost, although that didn't seem to help….. Not one bit… 'Well, I see him as a friend I guess, but can he be more to me than a 'companion?''

Five Days Later (Because I'm to lazy to type more)

Tyson was thinking, yes, he was still thinking, why? I'm only the authoress! I don't know! Or do I… Anyways, the point was, he was going to be leaving the castle in five days, and through all his thoughts and ponderings, he was leaning towards the 'YES! Kiss him! Kiiisss hiiimmmm!' Side of the debate, but then there was that one, evil, lurking side that said 'Don't do it! Don't throw your life away! What if he's just lieing and to be with him you'll have to DIE?!' And frankly, Tyson ignored that part of his brain as best as he could, but for the most part, it didn't seem to be working very well.

"I really need to clear my head." Tyson sighed and looked out the window of his room, the sun would be setting any minute now and Tyson felt rather cooped up and avoided, basically because he didn't feel like going anywhere until now, when he didn't have enough sugar energy to get up, and Johnny hadn't 'contacted' him at all for five whole days! The horror! The mystery! The shock!

Tyson had finally managed to pull himself off of the bed and stroll out of his room, although every few seconds he wondered in he was being watched by a certain ethereal figure.

Meanwhile Jonathan was sitting on the bed in his room, sighing every few seconds, and muttering to himself about time going slower than it should be and then there was that little outburst he had. "DAMN YOU FATHER TIME!"

As you could probably guess, Johnny was getting impatient, it had been five days after all, and he decided he wouldn't leave his room until Tyson made up his mind, wow, who does that remind us of? Oh yea, Tyson! Anyways, him being stubborn and all, didn't leave his room, and now he was getting really, really insecure about whether or not Tyson was going to answer is little question.

"I just hope he makes up his mind soon, and that he makes the right choice." Johnny sighed and fell back on his bed, starring up at the ceiling in boredom as his thoughts carried him away.

Tyson had no clue where he was. 'Maybe I shouldn't have crumpled up that map and tossed it in the dark corner….' He was trekking through a dark hall, which may have once been the way to the servants quarters, he would have know for sure, if he still had the map, but he didn't.

"Man, I really nee a better scene of direction." Tyson said blandly as he leaned on a wall, only to have the wall turn around and shove him into a pitch black space. (Ummm. Just imaging what happened to Tyson when he was at Robert's except without the guillotines and the falling down the chimney.)

"Okay then… It's dark, really, really dark." Did I mention that Tyson was claustrophobic in this fic? Well, he is.

Tyson began slamming on the wall, but it wouldn't budge, he hit, punched and kicked until his fists began to bleed and his shoes began wearing out, but the door still didn't open up, he had one last chance. With a great scream he called the name of a certain someone. "JONATHAN!"

Jonathan snapped up when he heard the faint voice of his name being screamed and he quickly rushed to where the sound was emanating from, the hidden chamber. He quickly found the secret lever used to open the door and pulled it.

Tyson was on the verge of tears when a light shone through the darkness, literally. "J-Jonathan?" He looked up and sure enough the ethereal figure of the Scottish ghost stood before him.

"Tyson are you alright?" Johnny made himself semi-solid so that he could hold the terrified boy in his arms. (Hey if ghosts can pick things up, they can hold people.)

"I'm okay now, I just, don't like small spaces." Tyson said, the spark of confidence returning to his eyes. "Thank you for helping me." Tyson could have sworn that Jonathan began to blush slightly.

"It was no problem dearest, but…. Have you made a decision on my, proposition?" Tyson blinked and blushed heavily. "Could you give me just one more day, I'm still a little confused, and-" "Shhh. It's alright, you have another day, just, don't keep me waiting to long, Tyson." And with that he disappeared, leaving Tyson the make his way out of the black chasm. 'Okay Tyson, you really have to think, and this time, no voices getting in the way of your thoughts.'

FASH: Oooohhh, fun, poor Tyson, I made him claustrophobic, although to me it was kind of amusing…. Anyways, REVIEW!