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Guardian
Learning the Facts
"What do you THINK your doing?" the voice said.
The eyes were like slit, the voice sounded like death.
Max recovered and got to his feet to see a male over Tyson with long black hair and Chinese style clothing.
Max went to pick up the torch and approached the two from the right.
Tyson pulled himself together.
"Guardian! Get off me".
His hands were on Tyson's arms pinning him down, his fangs bared.
"I WARNED YOU, I SAID YOUR LIFE IS IN DANGER AND YOU COME BACK?" He growled angrily raising a clawed right hand but trying to show restraint.
Max cried out and swung the torch at Guardian's head but he heard this and leaped off Tyson with a second to spare and stood to full height.
Guardian stood there for a moment, Max had the torch on him.
"I told you you are in danger, do NOT come back!" Guardian said and he turned to Max.
"And you endangered a friend of yours? He should be no friend...technically I have to kill you and him".
"Guardian" Tyson said approaching the raven haired boy.
"We want to help you...I want to help you...what's your real name? You said a Witch was holding you as a punishment...we need details dude".
Tyson waited for his response.
Guardian chuckled.
"You can't help me, if she dies I have to die too".
"Why?" Tyson asked.
"Your poking into things that aren't your domain...you have to leave now" Guardian said angrily approaching Tyson.
The scent of the strange City boy hung in his nostrils.
"Your scent is offensive to me..you have to leave".
"Guardian, were good kids, we want to help...your trapped...please we want to help you" Max responded.
"Surely your sick of guarding someone as a punishment for five hundred years, you want to grow up, run away!"
Guardian shook his head.
"I run...the curse kills me...no this is where I belong".
"You said if she dies you die?" Tyson asked.
"You wont stop pushing...if she gets hurt I get hurt...Guardian is my name...my other name was stolen by her" Guardian said.
He waited for a response for a moment before replying.
"IS that what you wanted to hear? Don't let me see you here again...I know if someone is getting close, a sixth sense from the curse, you can't sneak near...I was mostly a good kid before I was cursed, friendly, honoured, loyal and most importantly patient...I'm tying to save your lives".
"How do you kill her? Water?" Tyson asked.
Guardian growled stepping closer to him grabbing his shirt, the fabric tearing slightly.
"That I cannot answer, if you want to free me, you have to beat me and her, if you beat her you hurt me...I die...GO!"
he shoved Tyson to the floor and Max helped him up.
"Take your friend and LEAVE, do not speak of me to anyone...I DO NOT want your help...she can kill you no problem and same for me, I have too much blood on my hands...".
Guardian turned around and ran off into the hedge vanishing almost instantly even with Max shining his torch.
"We should go, he could come back" Max said.
"He's not gone, he's still there" Tyson replied and turned around to find the path home.
"Lets go, he doesn't want our help, he wants to be miserable for eternity...let him...he'll be suffering that Witch long after were dead and buried in a good ninety years" Tyson said loudly knowing Guardian was close by and watching.
Just a few meters away, lying in the low grass in his feline form he had heard everything, it would give him a few things to think of.
He saw there light vanish into the distance and he waited there for a good twenty minutes before standing up; the rain started and he let out an annoyed meow and ran home back to the Witch's house.
Tyson and Max led a trail of profanities as they made there way home.
The Dojo was closer so they made for Tyson's.
Quickly they entered into Tyson's room and closed the door and sat down on his unmade bed.
Max turned the torch off and placed it to his right, they were both rather wet.
"Damn weather" Tyson said.
The two fell into a silence, Max even lied back on the bed with his hands behind his head and stared at the wooden ceiling.
After a moment he broke the silence.
"So...what do we do?"
Tyson looked to his right down at the blond and lied back too.
"No idea, we need to earn his trust".
Max knew Tyson was right, but that was itself a major problem.
How would they get a five hundred year old Neko-Jin they only just met to trust them like they were old friends, a ball of yarn probably wouldn't impress the stranded boy but maybe food could impress as he noticed Ray kind of looked a little malnutritioned so he obviously wasn't eating well.
He was completely stuck and sighed getting up to look out the window at the rain streaking down the glass.
Guardian's stomach rumbled as he sat down in his human form under a damp blanket in the rain as Marium hadn't allowed him inside.
He wondered if he could really trust them to help him but he shook his head.
"No" He wouldn't get more innocents killed.
"Trust...trust...man its difficult" Tyson said sitting up.
He noticed Max in a blank stare which creeped the boy out.
"Maxie?"
"Food...maybe food would work? He kinda looked a little on the weak side" Max said finally putting his thoughts out.
"You wanna give him my food? What would a guy from five hundred years ago even eat?" Tyson asked.
"Its simple...Bento" Max replied turning around.
Max nodded to confirm his idea.
"You wanna bring him Bento? Fine" he said lying down.
"Tomorrow we feed the kitty...hey what do you mean weak? That guy practically decked me out there!" Tyson said realizing fully what Max had been talking about and the blond let out a chuckle.
"Okay, tomorrow we feed the weak...strong kitty Bento to earn his trust, then he'll let us help him" Max said, The blond was walking to the door and stopped.
"I'm gonna go now, see y...how about we sleep over and plan this out?" Max asked turning around to look at Tyson who was now sat cross legged on his bed after his little rant about Ray being declared weak by the blond.
"I'm still mad about you saying Ray was weak...if he's weak...I'm no Championship material" Tyson pouted.
"Aw relax you blade, he's probably never even seen something like that, he's got like five hundred years on you dude".
With a quick call to his dad Max was given an extra set of sheets and made his bed up on the floor of Tyson's room; although there would be more planning than sleeping, Max had a notepad and pen and Tyson was soon lying on his bed with Max sat against Tyson's wall on the bed.
Tyson's arms folded behind his head and he stared at the ceiling.
"Bento is probably the best thing to give him...I mean that's how animals are trained...right?" Tyson asked and Max gave a nod writing that down although they both knew Guardian was no ordinary human...animal...or house cat.
"What if I gave him my blade as extra proof we want him to trust to show we want to help and were on his side".
Max looked at Tyson shocked.
"Dude, your blade? Your Dragoon blade? You really trust him that much?" Max asked wondering if he had gone either deaf or insane or perhaps half and half?
Tyson moved to sit up leaning against the headboard and gave a defining nod.
"I do...I got nothing else to do...a guy being held prisoner for five hundred years is something I'm not happy with".
Max could see Tyson was determined to right the injustice Guardian suffered.
He nodded too.
"Alright, I'll give him Draciel too...we just gotta tell him how important they are to us, he should understand".
Max scribbled down some other relating notes and tapped the pad.
"Maybe Kenny could do some research on how to kill that crazy psycho?" Tyson asked.
"Good idea, lets call him" Max said.
Tyson grabbed the phone from his desk and dialled Kenny.
"He's awesome at research...hey Kenny...its Tyson...can you do me a huge favour...yeah okay another one...I know I owe you for school and I can pay you back...but this is important..."
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