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Authoress' Notes: Hey people! -smiles- I posted this on one site already. But I decided to post it here too. I got positve feedback, and I hope that I get some here too.

Enjoy!

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(Kai's POV)

Of course he was the one always there. He never left..even when I wanted him to, so I did instead. He was always asking me how I was feeling, I tried my best to shove him away. To get him to leave me alone. Though never once he had. Damn him. Sometimes I wonder why he even bothers. Why he even cares. No one ever had, so why him? Out of all people? I had managed to push everyone else away, anyone who had shown signs of care. But he just didn't leave! And somewhere along the line...he had somehow managed me to get accustomed to it. Damn him!

He was ALWAYS there. Every damn smile, loud cheer and stupid friendship. Friendship. I was never offered that, not once. Since my grandfather had kept me from ever turning to it. Disgusting man. But as I was saying. Eventually his small caring gestures, turned into affection. After every battle he would always come up and hug me congratulations. Even if it was brief, I would always push him away, not caring if he would land on his ass. I would glare at him my eyes saying 'touch me again and die', but he was never discouraged.

His always friendly smile turned more warm, the twinkle in his brown eyes glowing brighter each day. At first I was disgusted beyond matter. I would avoid him for days after that, gradually I learned to brush it off as nothing, which it was to me. Nothing. I didn't care if he hugged me or not, after a few seconds I would push him away again, only not as hard. And somehow, it was never enough for him! He just had to go and make me look forward to it, didn't he? I would win every match, only my intentions out of it were different. I would win them, for him. Just to feel that little spark ignite everytime he came close to me. Eventually, I didn't have to. I didn't have to win anything. He would just come up to me and hug me with no ulter motives. No apparent reason. Only whenever we were alone. He knew better then to touch me when the others were nearby. And I let him. Let myself to be held in his arms, even if it was only for a short time. Though never once had I wrapped my own arms around him. My grey bangs would just shadow my eyes. Staying still as a rock as he held me in his embrace. The same spark had turned into a burning flame, growing ever so slightly with every passing day.

My infamous glares had lessened, and my insults had became less harsh. Though I still had sure to keep him in shape. My ice barriers were dieing. Stupid flame, and stupid him! I had worked so hard on building it! Perfecting every detail on my carefully constructed my mask! How in hell had he managed to make a crack in it? My mask was built, and I had made sure nothing could inflict upon it, my grandfather had made sure. And all of a sudden, this annoying, cocky, egotistical rookie was near to pulling it off. I think he expects more from me now. he expects me to smile, and hug back I bet. His brown eyes are pleading me to. But I don't listen. I ignore it with everything I am. I don't care what he wants from me. He won't get it...then why is it that I notice my eyes soften when he's near? He heart speed increases? What is this...this, boy, doing to me? I sigh frustratedly, running a pale hand through my grey locks. Maybe one day Tyson...one day I'll manage a slight smile for you. Maybe...

...we'll see.

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My notes: I know, it's short -deadpan's- But oh well. I liked it. If you know me, you'd know that I am absolutely OBSESSED with TyKa. Maybe will forever remain to be. I did some pics too...but I dunno why I'm telling. Hehe. Oh well, review!