Chapter Four: Flare
Перед смертью не надышишься
Translation: You only live once
-----A Russian Proverb
A/N: Just to make things clear. I am not dead, I will continue this story and if updates take long, blame it on the fact that I have to work my ass off for an education. Okay? Then we're cool. Apologies for reviewers since I'm not answering you guys today. I just want this story up and running again. Cool? Let's roll
It was a tense moment for them both. They know better than to show it as well. Kai's eyes were burning steadily as always while Tyson's eyes churned like the oceans of the world and Enrique's were as hazy as a misty waterfall.
No words were spoken. Nothing, but the whistle of wind through their hair and ears. Water lapped at their feet as the moon hovered above the brim of the ocean. Kai drew his hands in the launching positions and fired. Tyson fired a second after him.
Kai's eyes glinted and as if driven by an unspoken command, Dranzer began hammering Dragoon. He did in such a way that you wouldn't have spotted it. The fiery blade would slam into Tyson's and then vanish and reappear in another spot and attack again.
Tyson said nothing while Kai continued a relentless attack on his blade. Enrique swallowed in anger and fear.
"Dranzer, finish this," Kai snapped, tired of playing, "Fire Arrows!"
Tyson remained impassive. That daunted Kai, "Why aren't you attacking? Defend yourself! Pathetic!"
Tyson's eyes grinned, "You want me to attack? Fine, I'll be more than happy to reciprocate Hiwatari!"
Kai's eyes widened in horror.
"Phantom Hurricane!"
It was over in seconds. The sheer power of the storm had flung Kai's Dranzer straight out of the dish. Kai caught it in his hand and stared at it as if he couldn't believe it. Tyson said nothing, retrieving his blade and walking towards Enrique.
"Leave Hiwatari," It was a statement with absolutely no tone or mood to go with it, "While you still can." And his eyes showed Kai that this was a blatant threat.
Kai melded into the shadows, leaving the two lovers alone.
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"That was him!" Enrique yelled, his eyes blazing.
Tyson nodded, sipping his cola. It was a day after the incident with Hiwatari and true to his word, he was lying low. Which both pleased and annoyed Tyson since Tala had pretty much commanded him to find out more about Kai's grandfather.
Guess it'll have to wait…Tyson thought in amusement as he watched Enrique mutter out (or more like splutter out) various things he thought about Kai Hiwatari. Tyson had just graced Enrique with knowledge of Kai being the exchange student from Japan. Enrique's eyes had gone wide and he was beside himself.
Enrique however, cooled down and Tyson concentrated on more important things; finishing his Social Studies project. Kenny unexplainably fell sick with conjunctivitis, a disease that causes the swelling of eyes and redness around the pupils. Personally, Tyson couldn't figure out for the life of him how Kenny got stuck with an eye disease. Tyson could barely make out the fact that Kenny had eyes under that bush of brown hair.
Tyson sighed, "I have to find a new partner for my Social Studies project now," He said pouting.
"Why not Rai? 1" Enrique said, shooting him a sympathetic look, "He seems nice enough."
Tyson frowned as he thought about it, "I think Rai is working with Lee, so that option is out."
Enrique moved the coffee cup in his hands, "Lee?"
"The kid with pointy black hair and cat's eyes," Tyson added as Enrique's eyes dawned with realization.
"Okay, Rai is out," Enrique said, "Who else?"
Tyson sighed, "I don't know. Everyone has pretty much got a partner by now. I guess I'll have to wait for Mr. Bright to assign me a partner."
Enrique eyes him in sympathy, "Hopefully you'll get one you can actually talk civilly to."
"I hope so to. The worse is I could get paired with Emily," Tyson grimaced, "I'd rather work for the Queen of Sheba than her. At least the Queen of Sheba lets people have breaks. The concept of 'breaks' has yet to dawn on Emily."
Enrique laughed, "Or those glasses of hers don't allow them to dawn at all."
"Ugh, that's worse!"
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"I see," Mr Bright said, shuffling papers. Tyson wondered why people did that. Tala does it all the time. He said it was a great way to let out your frustration, since you couldn't let out your frustration by—, at that point Hillary walked in and Tala had fallen oddly silent that Hillary had to stare at him in suspicion, "So you currently have no partner at all, Tyson?"
Tyson shook his head. Mr Bright pursed his lips in thought.
"Then I'll have to assign you a partner," Mr Bright said, with a flourish of his hand, he tucked the papers in a neat pile.
"That's fine Sir," Tyson said politely. One thing he's noticed that being polite takes you a long way. His grades always seem higher than they should be.
Mr Bright watched him through those wide glasses he always wore. Tyson then remembered that Emily wore the same glasses and shuddered.
Scary, scary thought.
"Well, I can't say now of course," Mr Bright said, "I'll have to check the lists for available partners and…." He paused as if a idea he had forgotten had decided to make itself known in his mind, "What's the topic you've chosen?"
"Prestigious families of Japan," Tyson replied.
Mr Bright nodded, "I'll see to it that you get a new partner Tyson," He said benevolently.
Tyson nodded and with a last word of thanks, he left the room.
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Whispers.
'I feel your pain kid'
How can you? You caused it.
'You ain't the first one'
And I'm not the last either. There will be others.
Many others who will cry for the solace of Mother Earth's embrace and Death's blow.
No, I'm not the last. How sad.
How sad, how utterly pathetic.
Whispers that never cry, that never frown, that never smile.
Whispers in the dark hollow we call a mind.
Lose the mind, lose it, lost, lost…..
'Nothing personal'
Of course it wasn't. This was merely a thrill for your spine, a shudder to remind you how glad you were to be alive.
You need to kill to remember you're alive.
Whispers that have eyes, have ears, but no mouth.
Whispers in the cold, cold caverns that empty out the shell that we call a body.
Emptiness is another form of despair.
Despair is another way to give up.
'Ran away huh? I understand, I really do'
Running away to those cotton candy fields that smother you with their sweet serenity.
Sweet serenity is a pink-face lie that wraps ribbons to choke you to death.
Running away, always running away.
Still running away.
Run, little child, run before the hounds catch you and drag you to hell.
Run
Run
Run
Run!
Run!
RUN!
Tyson woke up from his usual nightmare with a scream raised in his throat.
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Mr Bright stood a few feet away from him. Tyson resisted the urge to move away. No, he knew that Mr Bright was not a pervert. He was too much of a Christian to do something like that. But, this closeness reminded of things he should not be reminded of.
"I've found you a partner," Mr Bright said, his eyes twinkling.
The tension in his shoulders relaxed, "Thank you Mr Bright," Then more hesitantly, "Um, may I ask who it is?"
Mr. Bright raised his glasses to stare at Tyson and the slight twitching of a smile grew, "Kai Hiwatari."
1) Rai: No, this is not a typo! There is a character called Rai in G-Rev