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Afraid of the Light	By : Resting-Madness Category: Beyblade > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ozuma didn't sleep well last night. Images of that poster danced in his mind, the words ringing in and out of his ears. What could it mean? Is it a warning of some kind? A trick by that weird couple that held it? He didn't have the answers, he didn't think he would. And when his family left the hotel, he didn't see the poster anywhere in sight of the parking lot, so he figured that last night was just an illusion of his mind because he was afraid the lights would cut out. Had to have been.
But Ozuma was more then happy to be back on the road and on the way to their new home.
"Here come the houses," says the young boy's father. "Look over there." He points a finger.
A smile came to his mother's face. "Looks like a lake," Tsugani leaned over to get a better look out of the window on the drivers side of the car. "There's a tire swing-" She drew in a breath. "And a couple of kids are already out playing."
Ozuma turned his head to look out the window. One of those kids could be Zeo. It was farfetched, but you never know. He smiled as he watched the two kids, both boys jumping from the swing into the lake; their voices didn't carry very far but you could see that they were laughing even from the distance the car is from them.
The first of the two boys to emerge from under the water has a mop of gray bangs that dripped water over his face, and like Ozuma he had two-toned hair, showing off a short length of black hair at the back of his head. The boy was also very good-looking, his pale skin gave away the fact that he may be foreign to the country but he could very well get by anywhere.
The second boy, who was swimming dangerously close to his friend, has a long mop of black hair that was tied off behind his neck, with a skinny little band. This one was darker in complexion than his friend as his skin appeared to be a more caramel cream color like his own. But the cut of his eyes made him look more Chinese than Japanese.
"Oh my God," Tsugani sat back down in her seat blushing furiously.
Ozuma blushed as well. The two swimmers moved close to each other as if they were the only two in the world, and locked lips and kissed for all eyes to see.
Ozuma's father said nothing, but his son could tell he was uncomfortable as the car suddenly drove faster along the road. "The house is just a stone throw away." He murmured.
It's early in the afternoon, around twelve o'clock. The sun had come out after a night of rain, flexing its heat and emotional energy into the air. Ozuma shielded his eyes from the rays that came into the window, glad for the cool air created by the rushing car. His heart was beginning to pound now. He couldn't wait to check out the new house, and to maybe get out with his new friends and find the two kids from the lake. He had so many questions to ask them.
The car jumped a bit, it came to a bridge and an elevated board popped up the front wheel.
"We have to cross a bridge?" Ozuma wondered out loud. What kind of house was this. And now that he noticed it, they seemed to be off the road where all the houses lined up and they're now heading into the woods.
"It's a very private home, out in the woods..." Himani spoke as though he were giving a lecture or demonstration of the property. "There are many acres to the ground; think of all the backyard you'll have to play in."
"Yeah, and most of it's forest." The young boy mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. The trees whipped past the car, giving minimal view of anything beyond them, though Ozuma could see a house or two a good walk away. What was that? He strained his vision to look through the trees at a fast moving figure- wait. Three of them! What if it's that couple again. What if they're following us because I looked at them too long? He rolled his eyes at himself. Yeah right, who stalks people because they stare too long?
Whatever it was, was lost in the background as the car pulled off to the right, slowing to a stop in the driveway of their new home. Ozuma's mother was in verbal awe as she saw the place. Her hands clapped in applause at the sight.
Ozuma was impressed at the size of it; considering the house was in the woods he thought it would be under kept, a flat level, and creepy beyond all reason. But the house was like any normal house. A three story, wide home with a few wooden stairs leading to a shaded and screened off porch; fresh white paint gleaming in the sunshine as though it were coated just that morning and black shutters on each window.
There was no garage like his old home but the house does have a carport where their vehicle has parked under, a shed placed directly in front of it, attached right to the top. While Ozuma continued to gawk at the place, his family got out of the car bringing him from his thoughts with the slam of the car doors.
Opening his own door, he looked around wondering where the truck was with their things. Although, thinking about that bridge, there was no way a truck could make it across it. So how were they going to get their things?
"Son, we're gonna have to walk back to the main road to get the boxes," His father said as if he had read his sons thoughts. "You go on inside and pick out a room, we'll be back with some of the movers, okay."
Nodding, he replied. "Okay."
The trunk of the car popped open and his mother began to unload their luggage. "You take care of the things in the trunk, put them anywhere you like as long as it's not in a doorway."
"Okay."
The sound of a car in the distance grew closer. Ozuma looked in the direction of the sound blankly, clutching onto a bag that was placed in his arms. His father walked into his vision heading in the direction they had just come from.
"There's the movers with a pick up." Waving an arm. "Prepare your strength, Tsugani." He teased.
The woman laughed, flexing invisible muscle. "You mean, Wonder Woman." She walked to where her husband stood waiting for her. "Ozuma, we'll get lunch as soon as all the boxes are inside."
"Don't worry, I'll just get something from the cooler." He raised his knee to pop the bag into his hand for a better grip.
A new model pick-up truck, followed by an older model parked along side the path to their house. His mother and father climbed in beside the drivers of each car and once they were settled in their seats, both vehicles then sped off back down the path.
Ozuma watched them a moment, before proceeding into the house. But on his way in he couldn't help but feel that a pair of eyes were on him the whole time. I must be imagining things, thought the young boy to relax his unsettling nerves, though his pace hurried as he made his way inside his families new home.
The screen door swung shut with a loud clack behind him. He brought the bag into the living room, his jaw dropping almost instantly at the size of the place from the inside. Wow, this place is nicer than our old house.
For bare, the living room consists of three big windows at the back of the wall. To the front where the hall opens up and to the left of where Ozuma stood, is a door that leads into a spacious kitchen and to the right of him another door that he could guess was a closet.
"I wonder where the stairs are." Walking through the living room, he dropped the bag to the floor.
His path continued into the kitchen and right beside the entry way from the living room on his right is a pair of stairs leading to the upper level of the house. The wood creaked under his foot as he began to climb them, but deciding against it he walked back outside to retrieve the rest of their bags.
No sooner had the young boy made it outside did he hear another twig snap. This time closer. Looking up into the trees, he wondered if it were a bird or squirrel.
"Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!" A low chant picked up.
Ozuma froze mid grab, turning his attention to the forest behind him. "Who's there?" He called out. The chanting continued.
"Buh! Buh, buh, buh!"
"You'd better come out! I'm not scared!" He shouted this time, trying to walk cautiously toward the house.
A laugh came in the distance then copied the other two voices with the chanting sounds. Now that he listened closely it sounded like normal, human voices- granted a bit muffled, but that could have been because of the distance.
"Whoever you are, get off of our property!" He tried to keep his voice tough, to show he meant business.
Out of nowhere, someone or something popped out of the woods. There was no way it wasn't a kid, because it was short, he could tell that even from them being hunched over. Only they wore a weird blue and green painted mask over their faces, so he couldn't tell who it was. Not that he would have known either way, being new to the place and all.
"Did you hear what I said!? Get lost!" He tried again.
This only produced another child, also wearing a mask. This one was decorated with red, yellow and a bit of blue and gray. Ozuma was getting angry now. If this is what the natives call a "friendly" greeting, he didn't appreciate it.
The two masked children took a step forward, keeping their chants going. Ozuma stepped back then, he wasn't much of a fighter but he knew enough to defend his self on the streets if he had to.
The look of retreat, though, is what fenced him in as another child came from out of hiding. This one wearing a mask a little better decorated than the first two intruders, lines of purple and blue stained over a white background accented the look nicely. He two began to circle the boy as they went in a circle.
"Whoever you are," Ozuma spoke with a toughness in his voice. "My parents are right down the street and they'll be back any minute, so you'd better back off while you still have the chance."
They advanced closer.
"Did you hear me!" He shouted over their chants, the trespassers voices lowering to nothing. "My dad's really big- six, maybe seven feet tall..."
The kid with the white mask laughed with a high pitched voice that sounded oddly familiar. "Are we supposed to be scared?" He asked, his voice muffled but still shrillest behind the mask. "Get him boys."
The other two masked children started their tribal chanting again, rushing straight at him. Ozuma could only tense when their arms came around his own. The boy who spoke walked directly up to him, face to mask... then unexpectedly, he knelt down and bowed.
"What?"
"You did good, Ozuma."
"How do you know my name?" He asked with malice, ready to attack the boy- if he could get his arms free.
"Ahaha!" The boy laughed before yanking his mask from his head, the elastic band snapping back into the place inside the mask after being stretched around the boys face. "Don't tell me you don't recognize my voice?"
Ozuma's eyes widened, he knew that voice sounded familiar. "Ze- Zeo?!"
The other two boys let go of their hold on Ozuma, yanking their masks off as well. Their faces visible now. An adorable blond stood at his left, his shag covering his head like a blond wild fire shading slightly over his big blue eyes that shined with mischief from their little game. He looked about 5' 2'' maybe 3'' he couldn't tell, but judging by his smile the boy hadn't a care in the world and lived life only with happy thoughts. Which suited his pale angelic looks rather nicely, he could imagine.
The other boy was the complete opposite of him, tanned authentic Japanese looks with dark hair and dark auburn eyes that could burn a hole in your head if he stared too long. His long black hair was pulled into a ragged ponytail with stray strand spikes, resting here and there atop his head. He seemed to be about the same height as the other child but an inch or two taller. Only this one has a smirk reading that 'only the devil may care' about what things he may be up to in a day.
But the one who caught his attention the most was the beautiful boy who stood before him. His pen pal, Zeo. His biggest crush, Zeo. His friends large blue eyes were accented perfectly to his aquatic blue green hair, that attractively hung well below his waist line down his back in a braid with bangs that shaded most of his sweet pale face- maybe not as pale as the blond but a shade of more normal complexion. He is a foot taller than Ozuma, as was the other two and seemed to hold himself on the between line of popular and average. And Ozuma was head over heels for him.
"I hope we didn't scare you too much," The tanned boy laughed. "It was kinda funny though, I thought for sure you were gonna cry any minute."
"Tyson." The blond scolded. Placing a genuine smile to his face he held out a hand to Ozuma. "I'm Max, and sorry about that before- especially if we offended you by it."
"By what?" He shook Max's hand. "The Indian chants," he laughed. "Naah, it's fine. Needs work though."
The boy, Tyson, laughed in scoff to that. "Yeah right, it was bang on!" He adjusted his mask back over his face, calling out the chants again.
Zeo and Max laughed at their friend. Zeo turned his attention back to his close even from the distance friend. "Welcome to Osaka, Ozuma..." Reaching behind his back he pulled something into view. A plain white mask. "This is for you, now you can be part of our group."
Max leaned an elbow on Ozuma's shoulder. "He worked on it aaall last week, hope you like it here."
Ozuma took the mask from his friend, smiling down at it. "Thanks... what's the group?"
This got Tyson's attention as he stopped his chanting and bouncing around to get right up on Ozuma saying, "We call ourselves the, Shield Breakers! And we... well we..."
"Meet once a week," Max continued. "Talk about this and that, you know club stuff. Mostly we're into Beyblading. Have you heard of it?"
"Yeah, I have a blade." Ozuma replied. "It's a flash Leopard."
"Cool! Can I see it?" Tyson looked about ready to pounce on him in search of said item.
"It's in my bag, inside." He shot his thumb in the direction of the house. "Oh! The bags." He remembered. Running over to the car, he reached inside pulling two then a third of luggage out the back.
"Here, I'll help you with those." Zeo offered.
"Sweet! Have you picked out a room yet?" Tyson was rushing inside before the others caught up.
Max grabbed the third bag following Ozuma and Zeo inside the house.
"This place is huge!" Tyson was off somewhere inside. "I've always wanted to see inside this place."
"Tyson be polite!" Max called out to his friend. Which by the tone in his voice, Ozuma was beginning to believe there was something more there. "Haha, sorry about him, once he gets excited there's no stopping him."
A whole lot more. Thought the Native Japanese boy. "It's ok. Maybe he can get me the best room."
The other two boys chuckled.
"Just set the bags anywhere." His mothers words played through his thoughts. "Just not in the way of the movers." He mentioned.
"You're really gonna like it here." Zeo went on saying, there was an odd hesitance in his voice every time he spoke to him. Not at all like when they were on the phone with one another or the boy from the letters.
Ozuma hoped he wasn't disappointed with him in some way. He really wanted to keep his friendship with the boy, and who knows maybe develop it into more.
"Hey guys! Come check out this bedroom!" Tyson yelled, louder than needed, down the stairs.
The three boys bounded up the stairs searching the hall and open doors for the Japanese boy.
"Which room?" Asked Max.
"The last one."
Walking at an even pace down the hall, they found Tyson where he said he was. The boy stood by the window looking out at the view. "Pretty sweet isn't it? You should take this one, dude."
It was a nice sized room, really nice actually. All it needed is a built in bathroom and it'd be perfect. "I don't see why not."
"So where's your bag? I wanna get a look at your blade."
"I think this box is slipping." His mothers voice traveled up the stairs from wherever she was in the house. "Ozumaaa! We got lunch, Chinese hope you don't mind."
"Food!" Tyson dashed off faster than a man with his butt on fire. Trampling down the stairs two at a time.
"We don't have the bowls off the truck but you can-... Oh! Hello..." She trailed off being greeted by a child who definitely wasn't her son. "Who are you?"
"I'm Tyson, Mrs. Ozuma..." He smiled politely while keeping a close eye on the containers in the new kids mother's hand.
Ozuma then appeared in the living room. "Hi mom."
"There you are," She handed the bag over to her son. "I went to get lunch while your father loaded the truck. Who are...?" She trailed off looking at each boy with curiosity.
"These are my new friends, Tyson." He points to him, "Max."
"Hello." The blond waved.
"And my pen pal Zeo."
"Hello."
"Hi." Zeo replied.
"Uhh, is it alright if my friends stay for lunch?" Ozuma asked, turning away from Tyson who nudged him like a hungry puppy for the food.
"I don't see why not, I'm sure there's enough chopsticks in the bag." Walking back to the front hall. "I have to go back and help your father. Bye boys."
"Good bye."
"Let's eat!" Tyson announced, swiping the bag rushing it upstairs to Ozuma's new bedroom.
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