Two drabbles, counting exactly one hundred words each excluding titles, for my Stormy (and all the many other names I give her that don't begin to show how much she means to me) on her birthday. I love you so much, my darling, have a great day and enjoy getting all your presents! (megasnuggle)
(Yes, I am in a sappy mood. C'est la vie.)
Kai/Ming-Ming
Contrary to popular belief, there were very few things that Kai was particularly good at, even fewer of said things did he find enjoyable. Driving people to fits of incoherent rage was one, beyblading another, competition (over anything) yet another.
Sex, he discovered on his sixteenth birthday (legal and part of an older team now) was also one of those rare things; one that he indulged in.
Then, he knocked over a small blue-haired beyblader. Insignificant compared to her unearthly team mate, yet strangely compelling.
He discovered something he seemed very bad at, but enjoyed … more than anything. Love.
Hiro/Brooklyn
It was a sick fascination.
Hiro thought Brooklyn was a genius. Brooklyn thought that Hiro understood.
Hiro thought that he could help. Brooklyn thought he was possessive.
Hiro thought Brooklyn was dangerous. Brooklyn was sure Hiro liked it that way.
Both thought Brooklyn was invincible but when they were proved wrong and something essential inside Brooklyn snapped, Hiro wasn't surprised.
Hiro wondered, had Brooklyn broken irreversibly, and did that really matter in the end as his beyblading was better than ever?
Brooklyn wondered; who was standing in front of him? Hiro or Kai?
Insanity or genius; such a thin line.
Opinions would be lovely - I've had mixed reactcions to drabbles before.
Now, go read the next chapter. XD