Sunday, April 2, 2006

Sword Hearts,chap.15:When Fools Think (part 1)
OOC:Hey people.This story is the same as the "Our Story" series.I changed the title becuase "Our Story" was the randomest title ever.Anyway,if you don't have time to read it now,copy and paste it in a word document,then come back and tell me what you think.PLEASE?;_;

IC:'(Fear......)' Thought Ty as he nibbled on the dripping Terriyaki chicken,held by his chopsticks. Curiousity and impatientous to solve the mystery at hand was once again flowing through him,exactly like the very blood flowing through his vains; for it had been a mere hour since the mysterious trio of almost strangers had called it quits for the day and started home.But they had left a warning.The preliminaries for the tournament was to begin in two weeks,so they best start packing. Before leaving they had made it parfectly clear that the power and riches of the Psyominac king/queen MUST be prevented from falling into the wrong hands.And according to a prophecy Ty,along with 3 others,was supposed to be the one to do it.Unfotunely,other then Mac,the identities of the other 3 were not known.Names were not mentioned in the prophecy.They were referred to as-"The Scrapped Angel" and "The double-sided Saint." Akida and Chaiwing had told them not to worry about these 2."If the Mystic was a true Mystic,then they should show up on their own." Akida had explained.

The red-haired one (Chaiwing) had left they're phone number and told him to call if he had an idea about what emotion activated the armour.This information was quite importent.Ty would be battling against thousands of accomplished warriors.For all they knew,he could be forced to battle 10 professional wrestlers in the first match.Not the kind of thing you want to go into without even the smallest protection of armour.

'( All of the sitchuations,were I activated it had somthing to do with fear......But what was it?)' While Ty was sitting in his bed room chair eating his 3rd "lanch",for it was more similar to a snack,Mac was in his temporary room-Hidekis room,- playing with the white pendent,exactly the size of Tys,which Akida had given him saying,"I'd keep that with me,if I were you." With a smile and a wink. It looked painfully similar to Tys: Same size,same background colour,same shape.But unlike Tys on it was painted a brownish eel and instead of "Himuras Dragon" it read Cilove`; and instead of Japanese it was written in French.Mac bearly spoke a single word of the language,much less know how to pronounce it.How he knew what it said was he had showed it to Tys mother,who studied French in high-school,and asked of the correct pronounciation,which was "Kee-loh-Vay." "And why were they so interested in my moms maiden name,anyway?" He asked aloud to the room.He turned the pendent over and over in his hand.Although there was nothing exdrodenary in its appairence he couldn't put it down.He felt strangely drawn to it.Why? Mac didn't know."Oh well..." He sighed,finelly putting the pendent down."I guess I better get started on that home work."And he pushed himself upward,off the futan,with a grunt.

The walls were bathed from top to bottem in anime and rock music poasters.There was bearly a blank area on the wall.Even his DOOR was covered in a mixed blend of Greenday(past AND present),Good Charlotte,Evanacence,Fall Out Boy,Simple Plan,Bowling for Soup,.Hack//Legend of The Twilight,Naruto,Case Closed,Full Metal Alchimast,Full Metal Panic,Fruits Basket,Inu-Yasha,D.N.Angel,Zoids,Gundem Wing,and Evangelion.In a word,by a single,tiny glance at his room one could tell that he was an extreme die-hard anime and American Rock fan.Some would even go as far to say,that he was hopelessly obsessed with manga and anime; which was understandable,considering when he wasn't thinking or dreaming about the memorable characters,he was raving about them.While he wasn't as much into rock music as he was anime and manga,he still loved it.In fact,he was the one held responsible for the constent blasting of "Dance,Dance"(by F.O.B.) , "Minority",(by G.D.), "Me Against The World"(by S.P.) and "Punk Rock 101"(By B.F.S.),caused by Tys firey temper and the teachers who were "out to get" him.

As for Tys room,his walls were mostly empty,except for a Samurai Champloo(A.K.A. his source for anime gore and violence ;)poaster,and a Tenchi Muiyo(A.K.A. his source for anime porn and laughs when he needed them,) poaster.There was also afew GreenDay and Bowling for Soup poasters which he had received from Mac,plus the occasional L'arc~en~ciel,and poaster and poasters of Nihon anime voice actors/actresses.The only other picture on the wall worth mentioning was a poaster of the hit Indie rock band Defying Destiny.The band featured Sam Frichari the lead singer,Joel Franklyn the drummer,"Crazy" Ed the bass guitarest,ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNND last but the exact oppisate of least (or,at least,to Tys eyes) Kyoichi Hiwtari the lead guitarest.Or as Ty called her,Kyoichi-hime.It was the "pictures" hidden under his bed and guarded by afew Kendo magazine covers, which usually tickled his fancy the most.Or they would,if not for the Defying Destiny poaster. Ty sighed,discouragedly."(This is no good.)"

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up to throw away his empty food container,having finished his teriyaki chicken."(I need music to help me think.)" he dicided,after throwing away his trash,and walking over to his Napster.He placed the tiny head phones in his ears,and selected a song off his play-list.He chose Untiltled(How could this happon to me?) by Simple Plan because,for some odd reason,sad songs in English made him think the most.He sapposed it was because he didn't know any English,so he might as well be listening to instramental music,meaning his thoughts couldn't start to wander off to the meanings of the lyrics; and the slow,meloncholy melodies somtimes resembled that of classical music.He walked over to his bed,and carelessly flopped down on it.His thoughts turned back to the Psyominac Beasts,as his eyes closed,and as the smooth,meloncholy,piano intro to the song gently entered his mind.'(Fear......What does it have to do with fear?............)' "(Lack of fear! of course!)" he sat up with a jolt,his inner voice becoming his outter.His face was a-light with triumphant happiness,which was rather quer for somone who was listening to a song of which the words to the chorus were "How could this happon to me? I made my mistakes.Life goes on.And I'm fading away."

Luckily,he remembered to turn off his Napster and put it away before putting his "brilliant scheme" into action.On the way to the door,he swiped the white pendent off his desk,switching it with the Napster and head phones.He made a quick trip to the dojo,which was connected to the very back of the house."Ola obasan,sayonara obasan." He called to his father,running in taking the sword the Fateless had given him,which he had disguised as a regular,everyday katana; then exiting,without puase.At this,his father scratched his scalp in perplextion as to why his son was in such a hurry.He ran back into his house,stopping only to quickly put the pendent in the empty slot on the handle,then ran up the stairs.He paused to catch his breath,then,clutching the "Katana" tightly,without the slightest fear or doubt,he threw himself down the stairs,expecting to be clad in the Psyominac armour before he hit the ground."WHEEEEEEE!" he cheered,as gravity pulled him down in its forceful way.But as he fell closer and closer to the earth,he began to notice somthing was wrong: the armour still stubburnly refused to appear. "bump!" "oof!" "bamb!!" "CRASH!" with an "AAAHHHHHHHH!" in betwean was all that came out of it,except for a few new bruises,without even a smidgen of "anime magical boy tranformation".After hitting the ground,hard,he sort of slowly slid forward,before coming to a complete stop at Macs feet.'NANIII?!! (it didn't work?! ugh! I was sure it was courage...But if its not fear,or courage,what could it possibley be?!)' thought Ty,glowering in his frustration and soreness from falling down the stairs.The sword lay to his right,luckily still dressed in the brownish sheith;for if it had fallen off,Ty could have been gored in the place of 1 of his vital organs,and that would be the end of this tale AND its main character.

"Yup,that was him." Mac said,unphased by Tys normal ever -increasing strange behavior, into the phone to Hideki;who was at the other end."Ya want to talk to him?.......Iie`,no? Don't blame ya.Okay,talk to you later,Hide-kun." And he hung up with a "*click*" from the receiver.
"(let me gauss,trying to learn how to fly?)" Mac asked,looking down at the seemingly uninjured Ty.
"(No,just trying to activate the armour.)"
Mac looked as though he was about to inquire how jumping off the stairs,fallowed by painfully crashing to the ground,and possibley sustaining brain damage could gain access to a magical suit of armour which was a form of power from a mystical dragon spirit,at least 1000-years old,but thought better of it and replied instead with a vague "(I see.)" which implied he didn't "see" at all.
"(Was that Hide-chan?)"Ty asked,getting to his feet.
"Hai."
"(Why didn't he want to talk to me?)"
"(I dunno.Probably too emberressed.)"
"(Emberressed? why would he be emberressed by ME,da coolest brother in the world,na no da!)" And he put his hands on his hips, striking a pose,with a boyish smug grin across his face.
"(......I can't imagine why.)" Mac replied sarcastically after a 10 second pause of his famous "You REALLY haven't get a clue?!" look. But appairently Ty didn't detect the sarcasum in his tone,for his reply was:"(I know! the most mysterious thing,ain't it?)" Mac sighed and said nothing more.How could this harmless idiot,Mac qustioned,once have been one of the most dangerous gangsta's in Osaka?

Yes,thats right.The care-free,mentally challanged, talkitive boy you have probably accepted as just a "normal" Japanese teenager from Osaka,was once an angsty,lazy-swaggering,theiving,trash-talking "bad-ass."
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