Me: Look, more!
Kai: Urgh.
Tyson: (Thwacks him) be nice.
Kai: You're only going along with this because you get to fly!
Tyson: (grins) I know.
Kai: And what do I get?
Me: You get to angst, isn't that nice?
To answer your question Devil Subaru Chan: Tyson can persue a romantic relatinship with Kai, but only if Kai absoloutely wants to. Also, Tyson cannot tell Kai he loves him or have sex (hehheh) until mating season comes, which is every 5 years or so. There's more to it, but it will be revealed in time.
"You know, we could have flown." Tyson commented dryly, strolling beside Kai as a woman who appeared to be late for work dashed straight through him as though he was merely air.
Kai looked up at his angel with a slight frown, "you mentioned your wings were tired. Besides, there is nothing wrong with walking to school." He had to keep his voice low in order not to gain too much unwanted attention. People regarded Tyson as merely air, not being to hear, see or touch him.
"I was just saying. I could've made it there without a problem." The bluenet stated, neatly sidestepping a woman with a pram only to walk through an old man with a walking stick instead.
The dual haired teen fought back a grimace, "doesn't it bother you to have people walking straight through you like that?"
"No." His angel shook his head, "it's just like walking through air."
"Like a hologram." Kai murmured, shifting his schoolbag on his shoulder.
"A holo-whatsit?" Navy blue eyes blinked at him in confusion, "what's that?"
Red eyes swung up to look at curiously, "you don't know what a hologram is?"
"Umm… no?"
"It's a digital thing."
"Digital?"
"Technology."
"Right." Tyson scratched behind his head with a confused frown, "It's going to take a while to get used to modern technology." He kicked a pebble as they turned a corner, and it skidded along the pavement to hit a passing man's foot, who consequently gave Kai a dirty look.
"Thanks." The red eyed teen muttered sourly to his angel, who smiled apologetically.
"Sorry Kai."
They walked along in silence, and Kai found himself, to his surprise, feeling perfectly comfortable walking alongside another person he'd only met a few days ago. The blue haired angel was naturally friendly and loyal, with a magnetic personality and warm smile.
Eyes drifting to the pavement, he felt a small, faint smile tug at his lips as they neared his school.
Tyson glanced down at him at the sudden waves of contentment and happiness. Glad his charge was in a mood, he grinned to himself and his dark blue eyes shone.
The dual haired teen had barely taken one step into his classroom when a slim girl with blonde hair yanked back into a high ponytail stepped in front of him and fluttered her heavily caked eyelashes, lumpy with too much mascara. "Hi Kai…" she cooed.
Kai immediately glared at her and brushed past, pushing her firmly away as he made his way determinedly to his eat, which was situated at the back of the classroom. He preferred there, no-one could bother him and he was free to sit and not pay attention without being noticed.
"Huh. I see you get a lot of female attention." Tyson commented, amused. He restrained himself from snickering out loud when a small group of girls looked over in Kai's direction, some waving in a flirtatious way. He got a dark glare from his charge for the comment and his emotions oozed heavily with irritation.
"Don't remind me." Kai growled, yanking out his school books and tossing them carelessly onto his desk, signalling his annoyance.
Tyson grabbed a nearby free chair and, looking around quickly to make sure no-one was looking (especially Kai's 'fans'), he dragged it across to sit himself beside his charge. Glancing over at him, he grinned, "you got any spare paper?"
The younger teen's frown turned from annoyance to curiosity but he reached back into his leather bag to draw out a spare sheet of paper, slightly crumpled, but clean.
Tyson took it, "thanks." Reaching over to grab Kai's pen, he shook it until blobs of dark blue ink spat out to land messily on the paper. Scrunching up the paper into a ball carefully, so as not to get any ink on his hands, he stood, "back in a minute."
"Tyson, what are you doing?" Kai hissed under his breath as he watched his angel move behind the group of girls that were still glancing over at him hopefully.
Taking aim, the bluenet tossed the inky piece of paper towards the blonde, who seemed to be 'leader' of her little group of friends. It landed perfectly on the crown of her head, the blue ink oozing out and sticking to her blonde locks.
Kai watched in smug satisfaction as she and friends reached up to try and pull the paper free, the horrified shrieks at the sight of the ink of the crumpled paper made it all the sweeter.
Smirking, Tyson plopped himself down beside his charge and winked at him, "feel better now?"
Returning the smirk with one of his own, Kai nodded minutely, "much."
Tyson's eyes were wide and shiny with wonder as he watched the teacher tap away at her laptop's keyboard while the class copied notes.
Kai stared down at his workbook in boredom, he'd finished his work a while before and he found himself hating everyone else in the classroom for being slow and making him wait. He looked up at an insistent tug on his school shirt sleeve.
Tyson pointed at the teacher's laptop and looked at Kai with a curious expression, "what's that?"
The dual haired teen had to force himself not to look at Tyson as though he were stupid or something similar. It was difficult to remember sometimes that the blue haired angel had died over fifty years ago.
Flipping the white pages so he came to the back of his workbook, Kai scribbled something down and turned the book to show Tyson, before turning away to look out of the window silently.
"Laptop. A portable computer." The angel read, looking up at the grey machine with shiny eyes, "wow." His expression morphed into a frown as he looked over at Kai, "bored?"
The red eyed teen nodded slightly, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. He'd just drifted off into his own silent world where outside noises were blocked out so he could enjoy his own little peace and quiet when something light, soft a fluffy brushed against his nose. His nose twitched, but he ignored it.
After a few more insistent brushes with the object, he cracked open a red eye to look un-amused into his angel's grinning face. "What are you doing?" He mumbled quietly.
"Nothing now." The bluenet angel told him happily, leaning back and dropping a pure white feather he'd found loose on one of his wings on the desk. "Amuse yourself with that, I'm going to look at the teacher's laptop." Mock waving, he stood and walked straight ahead to lean over the teacher to look at the laptop with a wondrous expression.
Having nothing better to do, Kai picked up the feather, running his fingers along it, the soft texture sliding over his fingertips. Turning it over in his hands, he examined the feather closely. It was impossibly light and it shone slightly in the morning light streaming in through the window.
"It's beautiful…" he whispered quietly, raising his crimson eyes to look at his angel's large white wings, the hundreds of feathers shining the same the single feather in Kai's hands did.
Tyson turned his head to frown at a couple of teenage guys, about the same age as Kai, looking over at his charge with strange looks. The one on the right donning a leather jacket and an eyebrow piercing leaned over to whisper something quietly in his equally as punky friend's ear.
"Why are they talking about you?" The bluenet questioned, watching as the two laughed and walked the corridor in the opposite direction to himself and Kai. The maths lesson had ended a while ago and since the bell had rung to signal lunch, they were heading to Kai's lunch spot.
Red eyes flickered to look over at the retreating backs of the two teens before switching to look ahead instead. "They find my appearance strange." He stated simply.
Tyson had expected to feel annoyance or some small form of sadness coming from his charge but the emotion he felt was smugness. "Strange? Ok, I admit it's a bit out of the ordinary, but sheesh…" the angel looked over his shoulder at where the teens had disappeared too, "they looked weirder."
A smirk formed on Kai's expression. "I know." He said easily.
"What I want to know is why they were whispering." Tyson frowned and folded as arms as they neared the exit door ahead, "they seemed like the type to confront, not whisper behind your back like girls."
The dual haired teen fought down a snort of amusement and grasped the doorknob to open the door and head outside. "I know." He repeated, "but they don't confront me anymore."
The older teen was suspicious as they headed outside, the afternoon sunshine glistening on his wings. "Why?"
"I punched them." Was the simple answer.
Tyson rolled his navy blue eyes with a small smile and said nothing more. Raising his gaze to look at the sky, he watched as a couple of blackbirds danced across the clear blue mass, their chirping faint but melodious. The angel felt an urge to get up and join them in the air but forced it down quickly. Flying now on an impulse wouldn't be the best idea.
Kai halted in front of a tall, gnarled looking oak tree. The trunk was thick and was littered with little scratched in messages various students has added to the bark over the years. The large branches boasted bright green leaves that swayed gently in the afternoon breeze.
As his angel admired the large product of nature, Kai settled down beside the trunk, resting his back against the rough bark. He found himself not feeling particularly hungry, and opted for closing his eyes and simply relaxing.
Tyson settled down beside him, but didn't lean back against the tree trunk like his charge did. The bark would snag at his feathers and lying down on his back on a rough surface tended to be uncomfortable after a while.
As the two sat in content silence, a leaf drifted down from where it had fallen from its resident branch, twirling down on the slight wind, to land softly on the grass.
Light filtering in from the gaps of the leaves and branches overhead lit up the fallen leaf and Tyson bent over to pick it up and twiddle it in his hands.
Unaware himself, Kai begun leaning very slightly towards his angel in gravitation to the heat beside him. Finding the afternoon heat a little uncomfortable, he shrugged out of his school blazer in favour of just his school shirt. Being short sleeved, his lower am brushed lightly against Tyson's feathers.
Crimson eyes cracked open slightly and drifted over to watch his angel quietly. The bluenet was amusing himself with tearing up and fiddling with fallen leaves and blades of grass.
Deciding that the dead teen was too bust engrossed with his nature activity, Kai reached out with a tentative hand, keeping his eyes on Tyson's smiling face. As soon as his finger tips touched the soft feathers he found himself not particularly caring if the angel noticed and ran a hand gently through them.
The blue haired angel did, however, notice the sudden attention to his wings and smiled happily, abandoning his leaves for one undamaged to fiddle with. Twirling it around b the stem he kept still as he felt his charge's hand run slowly and carefully through his feathers.
Upon their accord, the white feathers fluffed and ruffled slightly, making the wings look floofier and puffy. Kai blinked a little and looked over at his angel's face, to be met with blue eyes looking over at him with a gentle smile.
Pulling his hand back sharply, the dual haired teen averted his angel's gaze and shut his eyes again, turning his head stubbornly away from the older teen.
Sensing his charge's embarrassment, the angel decided not to pry into why kai was preening his wings. The ruffled appearance of his feathers went away as the content feeling of having wings preened was gone.
After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence went by, Tyson opened his mouth to ask Kai a question, "I don't mean to offend you or anything Kai, but… why are your eyes red and stuff?"
The younger teen frowned slightly and opened his eyes to look into his angel's curious expression silently. "It's a genetic mutation." He answered simply. "Sometimes eyes pigment mutates, but it's harmless. Blue and green eyes are genetic mutations from generations ago." He explained quietly.
"Really?" Tyson's voice sounded more excited and interested rather than scornful. "I must be a mutant too, because my eyes are blue!"
Kai regarded his angel in quiet amusement before continuing, "it's the same with my hair, or at least part of it. It's supposed to be all black, but the front hairs had a similar pigment mutation, so it grows lighter than the back." He shrugged slightly, "dying can make it black like the rest but it doesn't stay."
"Wow." The angel looked at his charge's hair with interest, before looking to frown at the blue face paint that made up the triangles on his face, "but I guess that those triangles aren't some weird skin mutation then?"
Kai smirked and shook his head, "no."
"So why do you wear them? Habit?"
The dual haired teen nodded faintly, "I got into it young and never got out of it I guess."
"I don't think I can imagine you with no face paint and normal hair and eyes." Tyson said thoughtfully, frowning a little, "it suits you looking slightly… odd."
Kai didn't tell his angel, but he felt oddly pleased with that comment.
Tyson's brow furrowed slightly as a small headache suddenly formed at the front of his skull.
Somewhere else, the school bell rung to signal the end of lunch and the beginning of afternoon lessons. Kai stood and gathered up his school bag to head back into the main school building slowly.
His angel followed quietly, rubbing his forehead to try and soothe the sudden ache. A small part of his memory remembered slightly something similar occurring when he was Buy so many years of living in Ai Clouds had caused him to forget most details of his life when he still had it.
Kai turned his head to look at the bluenet, wondering why he lagging behind. A sharp, fast breeze blew suddenly, whipping his dual shaded hair and his angel's deep blue locks as well.
Beneath the large oak tree, the wind lifted up an oak lead and a forgotten white feather, making them dance up into the air like the blackbird couple that had danced their before.
And just as suddenly as it had come, Tyson's headache went away slowly as the sharp breeze slowed and faded into nothing.
Shaking his head, the angel hurried forwards to catch up with his charge.
"So, we're flying back now?" Tyson asked cheerfully, the front yard of the school practically empty as pupils had rushed minutes after the bell had rung to show the end of school.
"If your wings feel up to it." Kai replied, turning his crimson gaze to look at his angel's white wing critically.
"They're fine!" The bluenet brushed off the comment easily, waving a hand. "Can you hold your bag in your arms or something? I don't want anything digging into me." He steeped up behind his charge.
Kai slipped off his school bag and shifted it until he could hold it in his arms. He felt his angel's arms slip around his waist and hold him securely and he looked up to the sky, wondering vaguely how Tyson wings were capable of carrying both of their weights.
Either side of him, large pearly white wings unfurled and flapped, beating the air until Tyson got take off, climbing altitude slowly until they were at a reasonable flying height, the school building tiny beneath them.
Tyson's wings beat steadily, flying forwards silently. His blue eyes drifted down to watch the busy streets come into view, before switching to watch his charge carefully. Thankfully he could feel no waves of fear radiating from the dual haired teen, but something akin to thrill and excitement, and wonderment. Lowering his head so he could talk to the younger teen without the need to shout, he spoke, "why so wondering?"
Kai, a little shocked that his angel somehow knew how he was feeling, turned his head to look at the bluenet with a curious glint in his red eyes but didn't question it. He supposed it was something angels could do to help their charges. "How can your wings possibly hold both our weights?" He questioned, frowning slightly as he tried to figure it out.
"My wings are pretty strong. They're longer than my height and the muscles are strong, they're designed to hold twice my bodyweight." Tyson explained, changing course in the direction of Kai's home. "So it's hard to pull or damage the muscles."
"But what about the wing bones?" The dual haired teen's brow furrowed a little more, from what he knew, bird wings were hollow… providing that Tyson's wings were like a bird's.
"They're a little weaker, because they're hollow. If I fell from a height like this they'd most certainly break." Tyson looked down, "but I've never crashed before so don't worry."
Kai couldn't help wondering whether he should have felt calmer or worried at the comment. He scowled unhappily as his home into view, because from what he could see, no windows were open.
"I guess I'll have to land somewhere else, huh?" Tyson asked, noticing the same thing as his charge.
"Yeah… the front drive should be ok."
"'Kay." The bluenet angled his wings, and concentrated, swooping down at a fast enough speed to whip the hair away from his face and tear loose feathers from his wings.
Kai felt his stomach shoot up into his throat as the angel dived. The gravel covered ground neared and he found himself shutting his eyes in instinct to prepare for a collision. To his surprise, the speed stopped suddenly. Cracking his eyes open he realised Tyson had spread his wings to halt his dive, fluttering slowly down to the ground, his felt shoes crunching on the gravel drive.
Releasing his charge and folding his wings the blue haired teen peered into charge's slightly paler-than-normal face, "you okay?"
"Yeah." Kai replied, schooling his features to appear untroubled by the sudden, fast dive. Walking forwards, he headed up the front steps quickly and grasped the front door's brass doorknob, twisting it and opening the door quietly.
Tyson smiled fondly and shrugged, following.
Kai glared at a mathematics problem that was proving to be a little too tedious for his liking. As much as he found math easy, he didn't help that he found the subject incredibly boring.
Sighing, he brushed away the homework in favour of placing his chin in his right hand and looking over at his angel to see what the bluenet was doing.
Tyson had his left wing unfurled, and was running his fingers through the feathers with a concentrated frown on his face. On his lap was a small pile of tatty feathers or those that had come loose.
Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, Kai addressed his angel, "what are you doing?"
"Preening."
"Preening?"
"Tidying up my wings." The bluenet explained, pulling out another feather that had a broken quill, "pulling out useless feathers to make the good ones look nicer."
"Do you have to do that?" Kai questioned, lifting his head off his hand to watch his angel fold up his left wing and move on to the right.
"Once a while, untidy feathers can hinder flight." Tyson replied, moving his soft feathers into place so the wings were sleek and shiny." And who wants to look at untidy or messy wings?"
The dual haired teen knew that tatty wings wouldn't look quite as appealing as sleek, shiny and tidy ones. "What will you do with those then?" He nodded at the small pile of white feathers in Tyson's lap.
"Well, I'll throw the tatty ones away. The ones that came loose but are still in good condition I can use for something else." Tyson folded up his right wing and dusted his hands off, even though they weren't dirty, then went about moving un-useful feathers away from the good ones. Standing, a pile of feathers in each hand, he dropped the tatty feathers into Kai's bin.
The dual haired teen blinked as his angel walked over with a smile, and frowned in slight irritation when the bluenet brushed the bunch of good feather along his nose. Batting away the angel's hand in annoyance, he raised an eyebrow at him, "and what can you use the good feathers for?"
"Quills… making jewellery and stuff… pillows… and for annoying you by tickling you with them." The older teen listed off, grinning at his charge with shiny navy blue eyes.
Kai scowled in disagreement, "I am not ticklish."
"I bet you are." Tyson raised the bunch of feathers.
"Don't you dare." Kai warned, glaring.
"Oh fine."
Me: Done!
Kai: You wrote me as some kind of mutant? (insulted)
Tyson: It does describe you perfectly, actually (smirks)
Me: Well, it was theonly reasonI could think of to explain those wacky hair and eyes of yours! XP
Tyson: Review!