FASH: Here we go, the final chapter in all of its long glory. Yessss! And now that I'm almost done this, I can go back to procrastinating and toying thoughts of doing a fic about… Something else. I hope you enjoy the final chapter, it's gonna be a doozey. (For me.)
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It had been one week since Tyson and Brooklyn had gotten together, and very few people noticed that they were spending more time than usual together. Hiro noticed, but that w3as because of the stains. He hated stains, especially those kinds of stains, and he made Tyson swear to clean his own sheets from now on.
Hiro really, really hated stains, which is why Tyson had begun to call him a neat freak, but that was a different story.
The real story was how everyone was going to find out about Tyson and Brooklyn. Goody.
"Brooklyn, I really don't want to tell anyone just yet." "Why?" "Well, I think that Garland, Kai, Ricky, Julia and a couple others might gang up on you." "Julia? She has a crush on you?" "No, but I'm pretty sure that she wanted me and Raul to get together. If that 'price' was any indication." He whispered the last part under his breath. "What did you say?" Brooklyn asked curiously, Tyson just blushed. "Nothing." 'Oh! This is embarrassing!' Brooklyn gave Tyson an odd look, but let the matter drop.
And for what occasion would they tell everyone about their relationship? Well, Mr. Dickenson was, once again, arranging a party, apparently he had gone all out on this one, he was happy to know that Tyson was once again his proper gender. And since everyone Tyson could ever think of was coming, both he and Brooklyn had decided to let the 'secret' out on the open. But Tyson was beginning to have second thoughts.
"Don't worry Tyson, no one's going to beat me up. The only person I'd be afraid of doing that would be Hiro, but he's okay about us, except for that one time he freaked out about the stains." Ah, Tyson remembered that day.
Flashback
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH! STAINS! STAINS IN THE OTHERWISE CLEAN AND UNMARRED BLANKEEEETTTTSSSSS!" Tyson and Brooklyn quickly looked up from their movie as Hiro stormed in, a sheet clutched in his hand, looking like he would burst into tears at any minute. "STAINS!"
"….." Tyson and Brooklyn flushed slightly, looking at each other, than Hiro, who looked like he was on the verge of a mental break down. "I! HATE! STAINS!" He rushed out of the room and Tyson could feel his eyes twitch. "What a neat freak."
End Flashback
"Yeah, Hiro's a neat freak, I wonder why I didn't notice that before?" Tyson asked himself, eyes squinting, Brooklyn just shook his head in mild amusement. "He probably snuck into your room at night as a kid and when you woke up you just thought that your parents had cleaned it for you." Tyson's eyes widened. "That's just scary." Brooklyn smiled. "Why, that actually happened to you?" Tyson was completely silent. "Oh my God. That happened to you as a kid? You brother's a basket case!" "It must run in the family."
It was the day of the party and Tyson was feeling more than just a little nervous, he was running around like a chicken with his head cut off, was hyperventilating, and was in dire need of a paper bag for said hyperventilization. Then there was Hiro, who was just sitting there ever so calmly, looked at Tyson through amused, half opened eyes. "You know, if you run around like that anymore, you're going to wear the floor out, and then I'm taking the money to repair it from your allowance." Tyson stopped for only a second to mutter. "I don't have an allowance." And then he continued pacing.
"Tyson, stop doing that, you're going to make me dizzy." "You don't have to watch you know, you should get ready! What if we're late? And then it'll be all your fault because you were to busy watching me and not getting re-" Hiro clapped one hand over Tyson's mouth, using his other hand to rub at the dull throb emanating from his temples. "We are not going to be late, I don't have to dress up, you're not dressed in anything fancy either, and no one is going to beat up your boyfriend except for me." Tyson glared evilly at Hiro who smiled. "Just kidding, now then, we have two hours before we absolutely have to leave for the party, what do you want to do?"
Hiro immediately regretted his decision to give Tyson the choice, because soon enough he had been dragged over to the living room sofa and was now watching Benny and Joon. Tyson's obsession with Johnny Depp was starting to really unnerve him.
"That's going to be me when I'm grown up." Tyson stated proudly and Hiro glanced at him. "Living with your brother, mentally ill and having an affinity to lighting things on fire?" "Yep." "… You are not living with me." "…"
When they finally did arrive at the party, right on time, they were surprised to see how many people had showed up. 'I wonder how long it'll take me to find Brooklyn in this mass of people.'
"Tyyyssssooonnnn!" Tyson turned quickly as twin 'battle cries' sound from behind him and was quickly enveloped in a group hug, but since he wasn't used to supporting his own weight plus two others, so he quickly toppled over, Zeo and Max still attached.
"… Ehhhh… Get offffff…." Zeo and Max were crushing him! Crushing! Pain! Stains! Ahhh!
"Ehehehe. Sorry Tyson, we're just happy to see you again." Zeo said bashfully, and Tyson eyed him. "You saw me." He looked at his watched. "Sixty three hours ago, that's not too long." Zeo and Max both raised their eyebrows. "Actually…" Max began slowly. "We saw you yesterday." "Exactly! You two are really clingy!" "Like Velcro!" "… Yeah, Velcro…" (Sooo boring to type this….)
Anyways, Tyson had finally shaken off Max and Zeo, who didn't seem to care all to much, but they kept on giving him these looks, and Tyson was sure that they new about him and Brooklyn… Well, maybe they didn't know it was Brooklyn, but they knew he was with someone, which is almost as disturbing as Hiro when he was on his I-am-a-neat-freak-I-do-not-like-stains-AH rampage, which, when you think about it, is pretty creepy.
'I swear to God, they must have ESP, or be very in touch with their feminine sides. That's it! They're actually women! It would explain their whole 'we have women's intuition, look, there's Tyson, ohmyGod, he's in a relationship with someone!' thing.'
Sadly though, as Tyson pondered over the idea of Zeo and Max cackling evilly and sharing gossip with each other, someone decided to sneak up on him.
Hands covered his eyes and a low voice whispered. "Guess who?" Tyson smiled slightly. "Well, you could be one of three people, two of which don't exsist. Nickyyyy, Rickyyyyyyyyy, or Sam… Y. Now then, who could it be?" Rick smiled a bit as he took away his hands and Tyson spun around, making a look of utter surprise rise to his face. "Ricky! I thought you were Nicky! Or maybe even Sam… Y. But no, it's you, you're you!" Tyson quickly let go of the surprised act and looked Rick in the eyes. "So, what brings you to this shindig Ricky. Rickeh. Ricky Martin. Rickster. Rickerella, Ric-" Tyson stopped his babbling when Rick gave him the look, the shut-up-now look, Tyson wasn't scared of the look, seeing as he knew Rick would never do anything more than glare at him, but still. "So then Rick(y). What's got your panties in a bunch? Just kidding!" Tyson held up his hands in a defensive manner, smile widening on his face as Rick just shook his head. "Tyson, who are you with?" Tyson froze. 'Oh my God! Rick too! Are all the guys I know secretly women or something?' "Rick…" Tyson began slowly. "Are you a woman?"
Rick's right eye twitched slightly as he put on hand on Tyson's head, lowering himself to eye level and managed a smile, a very psychotic smile, but a smile none the less. But with the whole eye twitch thing he had going on he looked about ready to be out in a nice, comfortable white jacket with lots of pretty buckles and ties and thrown into a room where the walls were as white and as soft as marshmallows. But that was besides the point.
"Just tell me who it is Tyson." "Why, is there some bet that I don't know about?" Rick smacked himself in the forehead, but a nicer smile was quickly replacing his creepy one. "Yes Tyson, everyone put bets on who you were going to get in a relationship with, and I want to know if I'm getting rich tonight." Rick said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.
"… Really?" "No!" "Okay, it's sometimes hard to tell with you, you're kind of weird you know. But anyways, I can't tell you." Rick's eyes narrowed slightly. "Why not?" Tyson smiled cheerily and waved. "That would ruin the surprise!" And he quickly ran off into the crowd. 'Hmmm. I wonder if Rick's going to lead the 'let's beat up Tyson's boyfriend' team.'
The party was already beginning to reach its peak, and it seems that someone who shall remain nameless (couchMichaelcough) had decided to spike the various drinks. The Coke was now Rum and Coke, the orange juice was now a Screwdriver, the fruit punch was… Err… Fruit flavored vodka, and so on and so forth.
Tyson, who was only feeling a bit tipsy, since he hadn't really had too much to drink, was thinking over his current situation. He hadn't seen Brooklyn yet, and he just knew that if he told the partially intoxicated crowd about their 'itemhood' that the results would be far from pretty. In his own mind he was imagining riots, fires, swords clashing, Hilary dieing. Hmmm, that was a nice image, he would save that for later.
"Hmmm. Brooky, Brooky, Brook. Where are you? Ah-ha! His new name shall be Brook! And- RED!" Tyson quickly made his way towards the area where he had seen a flash of Brooklyn's hair.
"Brooklyn! Where have you been all night!" Tyson asked, tapping his foot, hands resting on his hips as he waited for an answer. "I was getting you a surprise." Tyson perked up, hands clasping together as he looked at Brooklyn through half lidded eyes. "Really? You got me a present?" Brooklyn nodded his head and held out his hand to someone who was residing in the shadows, and a pale, slim hand slowly grasped Brooklyn's as the person came out of the darkness, Tyson took one step forward, eyes wide. "Mommy?"
Violet eyes twinkled softly as a small smile stretched over her face. "Hello honey."
Tyson and his mother had quickly found somewhere to talk in private, and Brooklyn had promised to stand outside the door so no one would burst in. So there they were, both silently studying each other.
"So mom… You're out now huh?" "Yes." She replied shakily, tears beginning to fill her eyes, making them shine even more. "Tyson I- I'm really-" Tyson reached forward and put a hand on hers. "I know mom, its okay." She pulled him into a tender hug, hands running through his hair, smiling softly as she blinked back her tears, pushing Tyson back a bit so she could look him in the face. "So, that Brooklyn fellow, is he your-" She didn't even have to continue, Tyson was already red faced. "Hmmm. Well he is quite a gentleman, escorted me here so I could see you." She closed her eyes in a smile. "I should leave now." "Leave! Where will you go?" Her eyes opened slowly. "I always wanted to travel, and now, I finally can." She leant down and kissed Tyson cheek, backing away. "I'll keep in touch Tyson." She was beginning to open the door. "Mom." Tyson called lowly and she turned around. "Yes dear?" "I love you." She smiled genuinely. "I love you too."
And then she was gone.
Brooklyn walked in the room, eyes locked on Tyson. "She's gone." He said lowly and Tyson nodded solemnly, getting up and hugging Brooklyn. "I think it's time to tell out little 'secret'." Tyson said, small smile spreading over his face. "Yeah, but don't worry about me, I doubt anyone is going to beat me up. But even if they do, I'm sure you can nurse me back to health." Brooklyn now had a smile of his own, slowly getting wider as Tyson looked up at him. "I'm not wearing a nurse's outfit." Brooklyn pouted. "Darn, and I was so looking forward to it."
All was quiet, everyone was wearing a vacant expression and Tyson was sure he'd die from lack of blood, since it all seemed to be going to his cheeks at the moment. 'Oh woe is me, I hate silence, it's the calm before the storm, the moment of falling before hitting the floor and shattering like glass, and it's really uncomfortable when everyone is staring at you. Sometimes silence can be so uncomfortably loud…'
"You… And him?" Rick asked slowly pointing his finger to Brooklyn.
Maybe we should go back to how this happened shall we?
Well, Michael had been a bit too close to Tyson when he came back from seeing his mother, and the pitcher was defiantly in Tyson's personal space. So, of course, when Brooklyn noticed this, he tried to control his anger and grasped Tyson's hand, slowly pulling his away from Michael, but Michael grabbed the other hand. And thus, tug-a-war, with, our lovely little Tyson as the rope, begun between the two.
"Let go!" "No, you let go!" "No!" "Yes!" "No! Let go of him!" "You let go first!" "No! He's mine." Tyson, who felt like his arms were going to pop out of their socket at any minute, decided to interfere. "SHUT UP AND LET GO OF ME!" Tyson ripped away his arm from Michael and wrapped it around Brooklyn's waist. "Brooklyn's my boyfriend."
Apparently, Tyson had forgotten that he wasn't just talking to Michael, but to all the people who were staring at the spectacle and that he didn't really feel comfortable with everyone knowing that.
And that is basically how everything ended up like this.
"You… And him?" Tyson sighed and nodded. "Yes Rick." Rick stood there for a moment, mouth gaping open before Tyson cheekily added. "You're going to start choking on some flies if you don't shut that mouth of your Ricky." Rick slowly stalked toward Brooklyn and Tyson tensed ready for the worst…
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"Congrads!" Rick said, lightly slapping Brooklyn on the back, and Brooklyn, who looked more than just a little confused, was vaguely wondering if Rick was on any 'happy medication.' And so was Tyson.
"Uhh. Rick? What are you doing?" Tyson asked, pupils dilated and sweat dropping as Rick just grinned. "I'm just glad that you ended up with a guy who isn't some girly wimp who's whipped whenever you're around."
Sadly, Julia thought that Rick had been talking directly about Raul and she was now doing her best to strangle the life out of him, and she was doing a very good job too, if Irish people have bad tempers, then Spanish girls must be hell to go through!
Getting back on topic though, other then Raul, who was watching his sister beat Rick up mercilessly, everyone's eyes were still focused on Tyson and Brooklyn, some of the, well, straight guys were surprised, while the others felt a bit envious, Tyson had known many of them far longer than he had known Brooklyn, why did he choose him? They wanted answers, and luckily, one of them had enough backbone to ask.
"Tyson." Came a low voice and Kai walked, the crowd parting for him the sea before Moses. Tyson looked away uneasily, Kai wasn't really person that anyone anted to face when he was mad, and Tyson could tell by the clenching of his fists, the whiteness of his knuckles, the narrowing of his eyes, and the thin line of his lips that Kai was internally boiling.
"Yes?" Tyson asked slowly, eyes meeting Kai's. 'This is not good! I repeat, not good! Mayday! Mayday! We're going dooooown! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!' Good thing Tyson looked a little more calm on the outside than he actually was.
"Just answer one thing, why him?" Kai asked, pointing a finger at Brooklyn as he clenched his teeth and Tyson sighed. 'I should have expected that not everybody would be happy that I finally have a relationship. But still, I wish Kai would understand.'
"Kai, you're a very dear friend to me, but that's all you eve were, a friend, and Brooklyn. I can talk to him openly; I don't care what others may think when I'm around him. I love him Kai. Can't you accept that?" Tyson's eyes were pleading and the anger in Kai's face slowly melted away as he stood there, arms held limply by his sides as warm arms enveloped him in a hug. 'If friends are all we can ever be… Then I'll be happy to have you as my friend Tyson… My best friend.'
It had been quiet some time since the incident of the party, nearly a year in fact, and anyone who may have been a bit 'sore' from Tyson's 'rejection' of them were now fine with the idea of Tyson going of with Brooklyn, making stains in their bed, except for Hiro of course, he hated stains so much, and seeing them in the sheets would practically drive him insane! But getting off of that topic.
Tyson was finally done with school and was going to start working with the BBA, he was still the world champion after all, a well respected blader, and Mr. Dickenson was sure he could bring some new ideas to the company. Brooklyn was also going into the BBA, but where Tyson would be training young bladers, organizing tournaments and such, Brooklyn was going to be behind the scenes, making sure people like Boris never came to any of the championships. The BBA would not have any corrupt team leaders, period.
And did I mention that Brooklyn had decided to surprise Tyson tonight, by asking him to marry him? I didn't? Well, now you know.
He had booked them a table for two at some fancy French restaurant, which he didn't know the name of, all he did know, was that Oliver had somehow found out and was flying down to make them some very special cuisine. Tyson just thought that he was taking him out for their one year anniversary, but it was going to be oh so much more…
So Brooklyn sat there, staring into Tyson's eyes, which were reflecting the light of the dozens of candles in the restaurant, making him look like some sort of fallen angle, with the most beautiful, chocolate coloured eyes Brooklyn had ever seen…
"Brooklyn? Brooklyn!" "Yes Tyson?" "I've been trying to get your attention for five minutes already, the food's here!" Brooklyn looked down, and indeed, his order had already been placed before him, he gave Tyson a bashful smile, wondering how he was going to do this.
Going down on one knee was the traditional way, but he wanted it to be a more memorable experience, but nothing to fancy, he had once seen a movie where the guy had out the ring on top of the girl's dessert, but she didn't she it and she ate it and started choking on it… So nothing with food…
"Tyson?" Said bluenette looked up at the red head across from him. "Yeah?" Brooklyn took a deep breath. 'Don't rush it, don't rush it!' "Well, we're been together a year now…" Tyson gave him a blank look. 'Okay, okay, calm down Brooklyn, he already knows that!' "And, I just thought that I'd like to further out relationship." Tyson rose his eyebrows. "And how do you propose we do that?" Brooklyn practically had a heart attack when Tyson said propose. 'He doesn't know! Does he? Get on with it Brooklyn!'
"Tyson. Will you marry me?" He asked, taking out a small box and opening it to revile a simple, yet wonderfully elegant ring. Tyson was completely still for a moment, before launching himself into Brooklyn's arms. "Yes! I will! I will!"
"I do." "I now pronounce you spouses in the eyes of God and men, you may kiss your husband." (I didn't want to say husband and husband or man and man.)
And kiss they did, and a great round of applause was heard from the people gather there. \
And wiping a happy tear from his eye, Hiro smiled. 'Now the hotel people have to take care of the stains for two whole weeks.'
The End.
FASH: Sorry if it's shorter than you were expecting, I just didn't know how to make it drag on, and I really like the ending, I think it wraps it up nicely.
Thank you to all my reviewers! I love you guys! (Hugs and kisses.)
