A/N: First of all, a great big thank you to my lovely reviewers. I hope this story does not disappoint you'll.
Ms. Hobgoblin: It was rather short, wasn't it? But the chapters are rather long, I think.
Kiina: I'm continuing! County!
Flamable-Devil: I just thought of the most obscure pairing and that's the one that came to mind. I think there was someone who wrote a Tyson/Enrique called 'Unbidden Love'. I don't know what happened to it though...
JadesRose: Tyson has not yet lost the will to live. Nor will he soon, I think.
Fireie Girl: Updated! Sorry it took so long!
QueenPhoenix: Yes, it was vague because I tried to stick the images to what Tyson saw only instead of adding anything new.
Keri Arishima: Updated! Thank you for reviewing!
Dragi: Sorry for such a long wait. I'll try and update it sooner.
Part One: Know thine enemy
Chapter One: Flicker
Giving up is what kills people
----Alucard: Hellsing
"Tyson!"
Tyson blinked and looked at Kenny quizzically, "Yeah?"
"You're not paying attention," Kenny berated him, his chocolate hair tousled up.
"'Course I am!" Tyson protested, "Umm...what were we discussing?"
Kenny facefaulted, "You're hopeless Tyson."
"Not my fault you picked a topic that was boring," Tyson said, sliding down his chair in an effort to get a better position. What can he say? He's efficient at being lazy.
Kenny sighed as he placed the book on the table. Tyson wondered how the table managed with the weight of the book; it looked bigger than the Yellow Pages.
"We're discussing ancient Japanese families for Social Studies, remember?" Kenny paused and then added sarcastically, "You were the one who picked the topic."
Tyson blushed, "I remember."
"Good," Kenny grunted as he flipped through the pages, "Here; we have two prominent families."
"Who?" Tyson said, his mind being set on the 'bored' level.
Any minute now he'll say 'The Kinomiyas and the Hiwataris'
"The Kinomiyas and the Hiwataris!"
God, Kenny can be so predictable.
"Really?" Tyson feigned interest.
"Does that mean you're a Kinomiya? As in THE Kinomiyas?!" Kenny said incredibly.
Damn, he had 'forgotten' about that.
"Coincidence in names," Tyson said nonchalantly, "Besides, do I look like someone coming from the greatest family of Japan?"
Kenny leaned back, abash, "No..." then he snickered, "That would be priceless!"
"Yeah, it would," Tyson said uneasily.
Priceless...
(O)
Time passes on almost all too quickly, Tyson thought, here in America.
He didn't like this place. It seemed like a mockery of everything that was true. Everything that was better, they copied and made it into something that they said was 'American'.
America was like the Land of Fake Things. Nothing original grew here. Everything is copied and branded.
He wished...he doesn't know what he wishes for anymore.
He wasn't another Harry Potter, forever mourning and wishing for his family. His family is gone, case closed.
He can't live on their grave forever. That, is a quality that is despised by the Kinomiya. And Tyson is a Kinomiya.
One thing Tyson is glad about America. You don't have Yakuza clans running about. Somehow, he felt safer each day with that tiny shred of knowledge clutched in his hand.
That, plus he had Tala and the assassin agency to help him.
Yes, that did make his life a whole lot easier to live by.
"Tyson!"
Tyson turned to see his boyfriend Enrique come up. A slow smile tugged on his lips.
"Hey," Enrique purred as he slid his arms around Takao's waist, "Miss me?"
"Nope," And Tyson grinned to see the beginnings of a pout on his lover's face, "Not at all," He added as an afterthought.
"Well, I know when I'm not wanted," Enrique said pouting. Tyson smiled and placed a chaste kiss on Enrique's cheek.
Enrique growled, "I'm the one who supposed to tease!"
"So start teasing," Tyson said joking, as he watched Enrique's eyes become lidded with desire at those words. Enrique grabbed Tyson's chin and began kissing him. Tyson moaned and Enrique did wonderful things with his tongue.
God, I could live like this forever...
But, unfortunately for Tyson, God had other plans.
(O)
"Doing Japanese history?" Enrique said, his eyes bright. Tyson loved those eyes, "That must be right up your alley. You never stop talking about Japan."
"What can I say?" Tyson said smugly, sipping his cola drink, "I'm a patriot at heart."
"I would like to visit it sometime," Enrique's voice was serious, "With you."
Tyson was touched, "You want...to see Japan?"
"Yes," And there was a glint in his eye that resembled the steel of katana.
"Maybe, I'll take you there one day Enrique," Tyson said softly, his eyes glowing with love, "One day I will."
Enrique smiled and the serious light broke away into sparkling shards of blue to sink in his eye.
Tyson smiled. Enrique was everything a person could possibly want in a boyfriend.
Everything...
"Is Kenny with you on this project?" Enrique said, sipping his coffee. Tyson wondered how he could drink it, considering the amount of sugar and cream he dumped in it. But, he's noticed that Americans have unusually large sweet teeth.
"Yes," Tyson ran a hand through his soft blue bangs. It was an eternal complaint of his to try and get it straight. No such luck though, "After all, where would I be without Kenny?"
"Lost, no doubt," Enrique said, letting out a silvery laugh, not unlike Tyson's, though Tyson's were less sensual.
"Exactly," Tyson said, "And I need these grades."
"Well, instead of Kenny, ask the new exchange student from Japan."
"The new what? Exchange student?!"
Enrique gave him a confused look that clearly made Tyson feel he was alone in the dark, "Didn't Kenny tell you?"
Tyson shook his head, as he reminded himself to throttle the brunette, "Apparently not."
"Oh. Odd," Enrique rubbed his chin, "There's this guy, quite laid in dough I've heard, joining your school."
Tyson gave him another perplexed look, "But if he's rich, shouldn't he going to your school?"
Enrique's dad had enrolled Enrique in a private school while both Kenny and Tyson went to a public school. Usually the twain never met, but they did, and got along quite well also.
"I dunno the details," Enrique shrugged, "And even if I did, they're pretty vague."
Takao nodded. Enrique and his dad rarely talked and when they did, they were usually monosyllabic conversations.
"I guess I could talk to him," Tyson said slowly.
"It couldn't hurt after all," Enrique said gently, and placed a good-bye kiss on Takao's cheek.
Unbeknownst to Enrique, Tyson felts a jolt of fear run through him.
It couldn't hurt...right?