Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Warrior: The Phoenix' Flames ❯ Tyrone's Decision to Resign from the Hero Business ( Chapter 11 )

“Tyrone was on the football team, and he had a nice girl back at his old school when he first came to this world. Looks like the Youma is after the heart of an athlete who works passionately. I will stop this, in the name of the Phoenix!”

Silent Warrior: The Phoenix' Flames

Episode 100

It's after school, and Tyrone is looking out the window at some kids. He overhears some of the students talking about the last day of school

“Let's get some memorative sweatshirts,” one boy says to his girlfriend.

`Yeah, then we'll look tight,” the girl responds.

“I think you'll look pretty stupid,” Tyrone comments to himself. “It's as though everyone has someone, everyone except for me…”

Tyrone's Decision to Resign from the Hero Business

“We don't have much data about the new enemy,” Athena says to Tyrone as they walk around the school grounds. “What in the world are those ungodly creatures that form with real world materials to become Youma monsters? Tauro Demos says Youmas are a special type of demon utilized by the Youkai Demon Knights, but he hasn't sensed the presence of any of his brethren.”

“Something's missing in my life,” Tyrone says, not listening. “I'm already a junior in high school, and I feel doubts towards my own life in this twilight. Wasn't there a philosopher that once said `there's nothing more interesting than teen love?'”

“No one ever said that.”

“I wish some fine girl would come up to me and say `hey playa, you are so fine. Would you be my man?'”

“And who do you think is going to do something like that? This isn't the medieval ages you know.”

“When am I going to meet the girl I'm destined for?”

Just then, a volleyball comes rolling up to him from the gym. A tall, fair skinned girl with medium length brown hair, and mesmerizing green eyes, then comes out, chasing after it.

“Hey Daulin, I see you're still playing volleyball,” Tyrone says, greeting her.

“Yeah, but only until the summer,” she says. “I'm not going to continue next year in college. Ty, why did you stop playing football when you came back from former Europe? Your flying somersault reception was the phatest.”

“Well, I really wanted to continue football…”

“Daulin, what's going on out there?” the coach yells from inside the gym. “I told you to get the ball, not take a break. Let's go!”

“Got to go Ty, she's the drill sergeant of all coaches,” Daulin explains. “I'll see you around.”

That night, Tyrone is getting ready for bed, when he spots some of his old football trophies. He remembers playing football back in his world, and back at his school before transferring to the Floating City of Valhalla, and doing his patented flying somersault reception to win the state championship. He then remembers Daulin being there, cheering for him from the sides.

* * *

Meanwhile, in the Order of the Revelation lab, Krys-tal is bringing some tea to Professor King as he looks under a microscope.

“Here you go Professor, some nice hot tea,” she says to him. “I also tried baking cookies today.”

“How come you can make this right, but you keep failing at finding the talismans?” Professor King asks. “I don't mean to say it like this, but with your continuous failures, maybe your approach is wrong.”

“I know, I'm sorry. I must be making you stiff, having to create all these eggs.”

“That's it! An athlete should have the talisman. I'll go send one out right now! And speaking of sports, it's been a while since I've played any. Perhaps I will today.”

“If I may ask, Professor, what is your favorite sport?”

“…stair stepping.”

* * *

“You're unusually early for someone who's always tardy,” Daulin says to Tyrone, catching up with him and Athena (who is invisible to her) on the way to school the next day.

“Well I haven't been lately,” he responds.

“Hey Ty, do you have a girlfriend?”

"Why do you ask?”

“I was just wondering.”

“Daulin, what kind of guy do you like?”

“I like a guy who's into sports, preferably football. When I first met you, all your skills and talent in the athletic field impressed me. I wanted to tell you, but I was shy.”

“I get it; you're joking with me…”

“Tyson…How come you're not going to play football anymore?”

“I'm in third year of high school now.”

“That doesn't matter.”

“But I'm very busy.”

“Studying for your senior year?”

“Well, lots of things…”

Before the conversation can continue, Daulin's pager goes off, telling her that there's an extra practice that morning.

That afternoon, at Styve's house, Tyrone is reading Terrific T: DW comics, instead of doing his work.

“Look at this T,” he says, showing the book to a sleeping TJ. “Here's a picture of Terrific T: DW without his shades on! He's just so masculine and everything you'd expect in a man. Of course, that makes sense since the character is based off of me!”

TJ puts his head back down. The other guys continue to go on with their work.

“Oh come on guys, you all look so dead. How bout some drinks and snacks?” he asks, taking out a 6-pack of Terrific T Soda, and some Terrific T fruit snacks. “Look Damon, it says on the box that you can send in for a badge for each of the Brother Soldiers.”

“Wow, that's great, I never win anything,” Damon says.

“Tyrone, I don't think you've opened your books once since you've been here,” Tyrese comments.

“I'm sorry Rese, but the Tyrone that protects the city in the name of power just doesn't feel like studying today. I'm a bad kid, and I don't really care. I even sometimes cheat on tests.”

Everyone then looks at him, except for TJ who has fallen back asleep.

“Maybe I'll just quit being a Brother Soldier for a while,” he says quietly.

Everyone then drops what they are doing, and TJ jolts awake by the comment.

“You look like you've been hit on the head,” Tyrese comments.

“I'm sorry, I just don't feel too well today. I'm going to go,” Tyrone says, leaving.

“Tyson, wait a min…”starts Athena.

“Just let him go,” Damon says.

“You're as clueless as young cub sometimes,” Prometheus sighs.

“Everyone has a time when they want to be alone,” Styve says.

At the school gym, Daulin is practicing spiking the ball, when Krys-tal enters.

“Looks like this girl is working hard,” she says to herself. “Pity I have to take her heart; oh well.”

Krys-tal releases the Youma egg, and it goes into a volleyball.

Tyrone is at Game Edge playing his normal racing game. Instead of winning like he normally does, he swerves, and then crashes.

“What happened?” Jacoby asks, coming up to him. “The normal rhythm is gone from your driving.”

Jacoby and Tyrone leave the arcade, and take a walk.

“Jacoby, do you have a girlfriend?” Tyrone asks, breaking the silence.

“No, I already told you that,” he answers.

“Isn't there someone you like? I wonder what kind of person a genius racer would like. Is it someone with special talent?”

“What is it that you want to know?”

“Don't you ever feel that you want to be a normal high school boy? Do you ever get lonely because you know normal happiness is so far away?”

“Are you sacrificing some normal happiness?”

“Umm…no…”

“Well I don't know what normal happiness is, but I sure do know that I'm not abnormal. What I am now is the closest form of my true self. The Jacoby Watson that likes motor sports can only live this way. There are more important things to me than happiness, I think.”

“More important things?”

“Don't worry about it,” Jacoby says, leaving.

“Sorry for asking you those weird questions.”

“Let's race again sometime, Tyrone.”

Jacoby reaches the end of the block, and turns the corner, meeting up with Elliott.

“The land is rustling again,” Elliott says.

* * *

Evening rolls in, and Tyrone finds himself in front of the school gym. He hears noises inside, so he goes up to the doors. Inside, Daulin is still practicing her spikes.

“How did I ever let her go?” he asks himself.

Just as he is about to go in and say hi, he notices the manager, Sean, walk up to her. They talk for a little bit, and then he kisses her. Tyrone is shocked, but is not surprised that the only beautiful girl in his life at the moment happens to be taken. As Sean is leaving, Daulin reaches into the basket to get another ball. The ball she reaches for is the one with the Youma egg in it. As soon as she touches it, the Heart Snatcher appears. Tyrone then contacts the others.

“Guys, it's an enemy at NorthWestern Institute! Dark Dagger Power!”

Hike Queenie blasts Sean and Daulin, and then gets ready to take Daulin's Heart Crystal, when the orange and black dagger appears.

“Wait a minute! I'm the handsome Brother Soldier of style and power, Dark Warrior! I'll give you the wrath of my sickle in the name of Power and with divine punishment!”

Hike Queenie throws an energy ball shaped like a volleyball at him.

“Dark Shaded Sickle! This kind of dirty trick doesn't work on the Brother Soldiers!”

“I'm not impressed,” she says.

She then throws a volleyball net at Dark Warrior which traps him. Next, she puts her hands together, like she's setting the ball, and her black star is formed. She then gets the Heart Crystal from Daulin, and Krys-tal appears.

“This isn't a Pure Heart Crystal, just a pure heart,” she says, examining the crystal.

The guys then arrive outside the gym.

“Armor of the Phoenix, Transform!”

“Dark Ice-Dagger Power!”

“Dark Lightning-Dagger Power!”

“Dark Fire-Dagger Power!”

Just as Krys-tal is about to throw an energy blast at Dark Warrior, a Fist of the Phoenix flies by, freeing him.

“What's going on here?” she asks.

“How dare you try to hurt a talented female athlete. You want to play, then I'll play with you. I'll out do myself, and out do you too. I'm Silent Warrior, and in the name of the Phoenix, you're through!”

“Hike Queenie, take care of Silent Warrior too,” Krys-tal commands, leaving.

Hike Queenie hurls the ball at Silent Warrior. He dodges it, and it ends up going towards Dark Sabre.

“I don't want to touch it,” he cries out, setting it up in the air.

“Got it!” Dark Knight says, hitting it.

“Great play,” Dark Blade says, spiking it.

Dark Warrior then notices that Daulin is struggling without her pure heart, so he challenges the Youma to a 1 point match.

“You want it, you got it. I'm going to show you my best serve,” Hike Queenie says.

She then places the Pure Heart Crystal inside of the ball.

“Thunder ball, spike attack!” she calls out, serving it.

“Watch it Dark Warrior, that ball is precious,” Dark Blade warns.

“I'm a Brother Soldier,” Dark Warrior thinks to himself as the ball comes his way. “And as one, there are certain things that only I can protect.”

Dark Warrior gets into position as the ball comes speeding towards him. He closes his eyes, and an enchanted circle appears around him.

““Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams!”

Dark Warrior's wings appear, and then he rushes at the ball and does his famous flying somersault reception, catching the ball.

“Ha, I did it!” he exclaims.

“I know that reception anywhere,” Daulin says to herself. “I understand now. Tyrone is Dark Warrior.”

“I don't believe this,” Hike Queenie says, starting to create another ball.

“Oh no you don't!” Dark Warrior yells. “Fate of the three sparrows, bond of the four dragons, obstructing the five directions, return to the six villages. Heavenly wind, orangutan, spoon, cane of elm, a thousand ashes, a thousand wisdoms, the measure of white clouds, tread not on the scarlet light that embraces the new moon! Adhering Blossom: Niban Kagizaki!”

Dark Warrior's holy attack creates a symbol below Hike Queenie. The symbol then releases a pure light of power, completely destroying her.

“I don't think we were needed here today,” Dark Tiger's Eye says to his partner, as they hide in a corner.

“A demon and an angel on their team,” Dark Hawk's Eye comments. “I wonder what other surprises they have.”

“Yeah!” Dark Warrior exclaims, giving a peace sign.

* * *

The next day, Sean and Daulin are walking home after school, when they run into Tyrone.

“Hey Tyrone, if you ever spot Dark Warrior, please thank him for saving me,” she says, winking.

Tyrone walks away, agreeing with her, and knowing that she knows now. He then hears a voice calling out to him.

“Oh handsome brotha,” the female voice calls out. “Would you go out with me tonight?”

Tyrone looks up to see Athena in her god form, with a rose for him.

“Oh Athena,” he says as she takes his arm. “Thank you.”