myOtaku.com: Kawaii Presea

Ossu! Welcome to Sato-chan's space on MyO! I'm not around as often as I was before, but feel free to leave a message anyways.

Um...I'm 15 and live in Minnesota. 8D My friends call me the quiet/sarcastic/smart person of the group. And sometimes sassy. But I really don't see how that works at all. I have a strange love for blonde guys with blue eyes. But it might just be coincidence. I also love the strong determination in people. x333

I'm open to talk anytime. :)

Also, please don't steal my codes or graphics. I work hard on these. And I'd rather not recieve PMs about HTML help. I'll help with small things, but not layouts and whatnot.

Winter Wish-Yonekura Chihiro Requests: If you're a close friend.
Collabs: I'm up for it
Art Trades: Depends on when you ask me.

*cries* I'm so hungry...but there's nothing to eat at home. T.T Nothing good anyways. >_>;;

Art: Er...we have to paint tree landscapes. o.O;; I HATE PAINTING TREES. I have to write another grad standard too. >_>;; I hope I have FACS next...tech ed really isn't computers. T.T

Music: Gah, we were stuck with the 8th graders in one music room. We were supposed to have our vocab test today, but watched Freaky Friday instead...I think I might go off to watch some movies today..If I find any good ones.

English: Our teacher was really pissed off. o.O;; VERY VERY. I didn't do anything bad, so I didn't get in any trouble. We started to watch The Outsiders movie, Ponyboy's voice is too deep. -0-;;

Math: How did I end up with a bunch of immature fools? NEED TO MOVE TO HP CLASSES. *sigh*

Social Studies: Wasn't that bad I guess...I got most of my map done, I just need to re-label everything so I can read it better...and color the map.. ALMOST DONE WITH THIS TRI!!! I GET TO MOVE TO HP CLASSES ON MONDAY!!

Health: Talked about stress and dreams. o.O;; I seemed to be one of the odd peoples out of everyone else. XDD My dreams are blank, I don't remember anything, I don't see anything. I just wake up, go back to sleep, and wake up again.

On the bus there was like a fight, kind of. o.O;; I was right next to it too. My friend's friend who sat behind me was being a smart mouth and kept messing with the 9th graders. I just sat there watching the insults fly. @_@;;

Other than that..nothing really. ._.;; I've just got a bit of homework...oh, I can leave something I wrote up yesterday. I dunno if anyone will bother to read it, if you can't or don't want to, that's just fine with me. Just go on with your buisness. XDD

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I had always been friends with Tyson. Sometimes I even think I like him as more than just a friend. Could I really? I dunno...I've known him all my life, ever since we were babies, I only thought he was the same as everyone else I knew. I could hug him freely without being embarassed, I could play house with him. Heck, our parents made us take baths together, which I really wish they hadn't now.

That one day I had to move away to China was really heartbreaking, I was only 10 then. Tyson hadn't become a Beyblader then either. Of course I missed everyone, but him especially. At the time I couldn't really place why. It was just a wierd feeling I had. The worst part of it all was that I couldn't contact him anymore. My mother told me to ask him for his number and address, but I never got the time to. School had always gotten in the way.

During my life in China, I couldn't concentrate on anything at all. He was always on my mind. I was scolded by the teacher each day for not paying attention, and was made fun of by almost everyone. There was this one girl who was always nice to me though, her name was Ari. She became one of my very good friends, but unfortunately, just like my father, her's got a new job in a new country, and so she had to leave me as well. Nobody cared that she left, other than me. This time, I got her contact information.

One day, when I had just come home. My mother grabbed me and hugged me as soon as the door clicked behind me. It was so sudden, I was stunned for a few minutes.

"What's up mom?" I asked, finally snapping out of it. She released me from her grip and bended down so she was eye-level with me. She was so happy, her smile could've gone on forever if it wasn't for the boundaries of her face.

"Your father's company decided to move back to Japan!! Isn't that great Hilary?!" She cried out happily.

"Wha...what?" I said in a barely audible voice. I was so shocked. Was this a lie?

"We're moving back to Japan!!" As soon as it was confirmed, I stood there in shock. It was true. I can't believe it. I'll be able to see Tyson again! Tears started to slip down my cheeks as I cried happily. I wiped them away with the sleeves of my pink shirt. "Unfortunately..." Unfortunately what? I knew something like this was going to happen. Nothing could be perfect. "Unfortunately, you'll have to go on your own. I have to stay here and pack things up. Is that okay?"

"You don't want me to stay and pack with you?" I asked her, I felt a little hurt, but still happy that I could go.

"Of course we'd want you here. But I'm sure you wouldn't want to be away from Tyson any longer than you already have." I blushed. Did she know too? Was I not good enough at concealing my secret? Or was it just a mother's intuition? "We should be there with you after a week's worth of time, and we've already booked a hotel for you to stay at. Your flight it tomorrow, you should get packing Hilary!" She shooed me upstairs to my room. There, in the middle of the room was a suitcase already open and waiting for me to stuff it with my personal belongings. I gladly got to it, and was running back and forth between the suitcase and my closet bringing loads of clothes along with me from the closet.

That night I could barely sleep. The many emotions inside me wouldn't settle down, they kept jumping around ready to make me burst. I closed my eyes tightly trying to somehow force myself to sleep, but instead ended up imagining my life back in Japan. Would my friends still remember me? Did things still look the same? And most importantly, would Tyson even care that I was back? That thought drifted me off into sweet slumber. Right when I was dreaming the best part, I was shaken, and woken up. My eyes barely staying open.

It was my mother. She too looked sleepy and ragged. "Get ready, we gotta leave for the airport." She told me. As soon as she turned her back to leave, my head dropped onto my pillow as I almost fell back to sleep. She had apparently heard me, and flung a pillow at my head. "Get going." I slowly got up and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, shower, and all of that. Today I chose to wear a different pink shirt that I had worn yesterday. I couldn't help it, pink was my favorite color. There was barely any other colors in my closet. Along with the pink shirt, I slipped on a white skirt. And my daily bracelets were snapped onto my wrists. My hair was brushed neatly, except for some strange wisps of hair that wouldn't stay behind my ears.

Once I was out, I could hear my mom brewing tea, so I quickly slung the small bag I packed last night onto my back, and pulled suitcase down the stairs, trying not to scratch the wood floors. At the kitchen table I saw my dad sitting there, these were one of those rare times when I would actually see him during a day. He'd wake up at 4:30, go to work at 5, and come home at 10. I don't know how he manages to do it all. He looked at me and smiled brightly, though his expression hinted the exhaustion in him, even the muscles that he needed to pull off a smile.

"Good morning, honey." He greeted.

"Morning dad." It was still rather dark outside, and was pretty cold inside and outside the house. I sat down in the empty chair next to him. There was a muffin and tea waiting for me. Quickly, I gobbled it all down, and soon enough, it was time to go. My father had to go in another car, he couldn't be late for work, me and my mom zoomed off to the airport which was kind of quiet in my opinion. But there's barely anyone who would wake up this early. My mom stayed and waited with me until it was time to board. We said our goodbyes, and the woman who worked on the plane helped me find my seat.

"I'm sure you'll be just fine on you own." She said to me, reasurringly. Soon after, the plane took off rather roughly, the ride would be 4 hours long, I stared out the window, things were still blue, pink and peachy colors were starting to appear though, I turned on my cd player, and somehow went off into dreamland again. Somehow.

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"We will be arriving to Japan international airport shortly, please gather your belongings and buckle up for landing." The captain's voice came over the loudspeaker, and woke me up. The sun was finally up, how bright and beautiful it looked. The plane started to rumble, and soon landed. I dispatched from the plane looking for the pick-up area to find a taxi.

I was dropped off at an expensive-looking hotel in Tokyo. Tyson would be going to school nearby...that is...if he still lived in the right area. I was pretty sure of myself that he'd be going to a certain Jr. High. One of the hotel employees handed over a key and I was off to find my room. Which really wasn't that hard at all. 4th floor, second from the first. I plopped everything down on the floor, and dropped myself on the bed, flipping through the channels on the tv. Something caught my eye. There was this rather familiar-looking boy with dark blue-black hair, a red, blue, and white cap on his head...he was also wearing a red vest with a yellow long-sleeved shirt under the vest. He was wearing grey jeans as well. The crowd cheered loudly for an instant.

"Aha! We didn't expect less of our champion! Tyson Granger has won again!"

"Tyson!!" I cried outloud, I couldn't belive I could see him so early, and on tv too. He grew up so very handsomely. Without thinking, I grabbed my bag and rushed out the door, taking my keys and locking the door behind me. Tyson didn't live too far away. I could get there by lunch time I think. The clock said 10.

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I was finally there, at the dojo. I stopped in front to catch my breath, after all, I just ran practically 4 miles. More like walked actually. Up the steps I went, my hands shook nervously at my sides. I pushed the doorbell, and clasped my hands together at my chest, trying to stop myself from shaking. The door swung open by an old man, he looked rather strong though. Tyson's grandpa didn't change much since the last time I saw him. He looked down at me strangely.

"Is that you home girl?" He asked, his strange language didn't change either. I nodded happily. I was so glad that he remembered me. He hugged my tightly, also happy that I was back. "Come on in! Little dude will be so glad to see ya when he gets home from school!"

"I forgot he had school still." I sweat-dropped, I guess China's schools ended earlier for summer vacation.

"He'll be home soon though. Today's only a half day. Have you eaten already homie?" He asked me, as I was lead to the kitchen.

"No, I only ate breakfast so far."

"Ah, then feel free to raid the fridge, I have to get back to teaching my students." He waved as he walked down the hall. I shrugged, and opened up the refridgerator door. There wasn't much, just some french bread and a bunch of fixings...along with a carton of milk. I closed the door, and sighed, looking around for a noodle cup. Luckily in one of the cabinets, there they were, seemed like it used to be in a huge package. I took one and started to heat up some water like I did with tea.

Awhile later, I heard some shuffling at the door, I got up from the kitchen table and stood in view of the door, it opened up, and as I saw before, it was the dark-haired boy. Tyson, the boy I loved so much. I saw him for the first time in real life after 4 years. He was slipping off his shoes, and looked up at me with his enchanting auburn eyes. There was a pause of silence, and his blank expression changed to a confused one.

"Who are you?" Ouch, who knew those words could hurt so much? At least they weren't "I hate you." My heart lurched, he really didn't remember me? No...that fame and glory must've gotten to him. I smiled sadly.

"Um...its Hilary...but I'm pretty sure you don't remember me...." I said quietly, guessing that I should leave right about now, but my feet didn't want to move, I started shaking, and gripped the hem of my skirt tightly. I looked down trying to hide the tears that were welling up, hardly did I notice that he had come up to me, until his shadow was casted over my small form. And suddenly, he hugged me? And he was laughing?

"Hah! You didn't really think I'd forget you, did you Hilary?" His voice had matured and gotten deeper, it fit his looks. Tyson released me, and I stepped back a bit, my tears seemed to dissolve. He noticed them in my eyes. "What happened? Did I do something?" He asked worriedly. I shook my head, just happy that he remembered. "So what are you doing back in Japan? Not saying that its a bad thing." We sat down on the steps of the stairs.

"Well, my dad's company decided that they wanted to move back to Japan, that's the basic story."

"And where are your parents now?"

"They're still in China. They'll be here in a week or so though."

"Where are you staying?" All of these questions, they seemed like they could just keep on going forever, but I didn't mind much. It was fun getting to talk together after such a long time apart.

"My parents booked a hotel for me, so..."

"Why? You could've stayed with us you know! I mean gramps wouldn't mind it."

"For one thing, I never got your address or phone number!" I yelled, it was just like old times, we argued. Tyson seemed to be enjoying this moment too.

"Oh yeah. Whoops." He looked so cute with that sorry look on his face. I could've hugged him like a teddy bear, and almost did, but I somehow held myself back. "I always wondered why I never got any letters from you. But do you want to stay with us?" He asked, to me he sounded hopeful.

"I dunno if I can...I mean I've already checked in and stuff..." He poked my head twice.

"Duh! That's why there's a check OUT!!" He started to laugh, I slapped him on the back of the head playfully.

"I'll go call my mom and see what she can do." I stood up and went into the kitchen, putting my bowl in the sink, and digging my cell phone out of my bag. My mom's cell was on speed dial.

"Hello? Hilary, is everything okay?" She already knew I was calling, that or she was super worried.

"Yeah, everything's just fine. I was wondering if I can stay at Tyson's house instead of at the hotel..."

"I suppose that's fine. Just stay on your guard." What the heck? Tyson would never do THAT to me, or to any girl for that matter.

"Mom, its Tyson. You know he wouldn't do that."

"You never know in 4 years time." I sighed, and said goodbye, returning to Tyson still sitting on the steps.

"What'd she say?" He asked curiously.

"She said yes. But now I have to walk back those 4 miles, and here again."

"I could always get Mr. Dickenson to drive us overthere.."

"Eh?"

"Oh, he's uh..the manager of the Blade Breakers." I looked at him cluelessly. "Oh yeah, I never told you. I'm Japan's #1 beyblader! Cool, right?"

"Yeah. I saw you on tv earlier."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Hey, maybe I can teach you to blade sometime."

"Sure, sounds like fun!" I wasn't exactly the most interested, it just looked like a spinning top game...with enormously fast speeds. It looked kinda fun though. Tyson got up and walked to the phone in the kitchen. And returned seconds later.

"He told us to stand outside. Should be here in a few minutes."

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The ride was so fast, probably because it was probably because we were in a car though. 10x faster than walking. We returned home in the same hour. Mr. Dickenson was really nice, Tyson seemed to boss him around a lot, he didn't seem to mind. When we were going inside, I noticed that there was an empty house beside Tyson's.

"Tyson, who's living in that house?" I asked curiously. He glanced over to the left.

"Oh, nobody yet. The people that used to live there left awhile ago. Ya know, you could end up being my neighbor." He joked, but it wasn't really a laughing matter, and could actually be a true statemetn.

"We'll see in a week's time." I said quietly. Tyson was nice enough to drag my stuff inside, and dropped it off in his room, he took my hand and lead me off down the hall where grandpa had gone. "Where are we going?" I asked, as he pulled me along.

"We're going to go meet some of my friends. They usually wait in the dojo, but since grandpa was using it, they'll be back in a bit." He slid open some wooden doors and pushed me inside. It was a big empty room, but the floors were polished and kept in nice shape. 5 futons lined the walls.

"Do you al sleep in here?"

"Yep. None of them go to school with me, they hang out here, well there's Chief that goes with though.."
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Eh..it might be kinda confusing and some of the parts are kinda useless. @_@;; O felt sleepy and didn't want to continue for the day. XDD

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