Summary: Hilary has a secret admirer and has no clue of who this person may be. But she sure loves (enter sarcasm here) his early Christmas gifts… Will she find him in time without losing her hope? Who might he be? Who does she want him to be? Hmm… (Hil x ?)
Random: Kai is learning Japanese…
A/N: HI! It's an early Christmas fic since I was bored and this plot wouldn't leave me alone. LOL. IT's 12 chapters long. I'm using hilariberri's unborn OC and I have permission. Don't take the OC. It's not mine.
Disclaimer: "I don't own anything." So don't sue me. You'll get nothing.
Title: Secret Admirer
Chapter 1: On the first day…
It was indeed that time of year again. The nights were long and the days grew immensely short. Cold, white snow covered the streets in sheets and people felt that there was more than to it as snowflakes began to flutter carelessly in the wind.
At this time of year, famous foreign celebrities hid in the dark alleys, wearing the funniest of disguises. Hilary listened into a schoolgirl earlier that they were scattered all across the city. Perhaps that also included the beyblading ones…
Mariah could be still here! Ack, I forgot to ask Ray!
Nonetheless, it was another chilly night down in Tokyo where the bells were ringing their merry toll and the colorful lights and Christmas decorations lit up the busy streets. The spirit of Christmas was definitely here. And everyone felt it.
Well, except her.
The brunette's lips pulled on a grim line as she walked by the 51st bearded man in a red suit that same night. He briefly asked for spare change—whilst she had spent 100 bucks on the other fifty pensioners. But then guilt overtook her conscience and gave up, curtly dropping a few coins into the iron pot and stalked away, ignoring Santa's thanks.
"May goodwill be granted to you, child. Ho! Ho! Ho!"
He added that with a saucy wink. No wonder a lot of Santa's had been slapped this year. Perverts, like all men were.
Yeah, whatever. Another chilly gust of wind wafted her brown hair, her teeth chattering. Her cheeks became rosy as she growled in frustration, hugging onto her white parka. Damn the weather. Numerous bags shifted in her grip as they were heavier than ever.
Screw Christmas.
None of the boys back in the dojo bothered to help with her early Christmas shopping. They actually went out of their way to avoid her, using the hackneyed excuse, "We're training all day today. Sorry Hilary."
She huffed, simply having the thought of giving in; "no presents this year for you, suckers!"
But no, she loved them. Hilary was spending a wad of money on their presents. Despite their behavior towards her.
What did they get her this year?
Damn…these bags are too heavy and my wallet is half drained!
All of her efforts nearly drained away until bumping (literally) into a certain redhead. Since then Hilary awkwardly found herself in the company of Tala, who had no Christmas at all. Not that she knew but simply assumed since his past was so identical to Kai's. Dark and hidden.
"Where's the rest of the team?" he asked treading ahead her.
Hilary rolled her eyes. "Oh…you know the usual. Training," Hilary replied in her sardonic tone, her grip on the shopping bags became gradual fists.
"Even Kai. Hn, typical," he scoffed, shaking his head.
"Yeah," did she just agree to this guy?
"Hurry up." Tonelessly, he led her down to a corner café while carrying the rest of her bags.
Hilary gently placed the tip of the cup in her lips, taking a slow sip. Grinning, she placed the cup down with a soft clink, and stared at the boy sitting across her. She had chosen the tiny booth by the window, to avoid the not-to subtle glances from the girls strolling by.
Her eyes brightened like stars, "What brings you here in Japan?" here, folks, was her sad attempt to converse with an ice cube. Let's see if it worked.
His eyes glanced at the window next to them, "The team and I decided to stay for a while…Mingle a bit with the other teams now that Voltaire's gone." A few clad of girls waved to him as they promenaded closely by the café window. Hilary blatantly took no notice of them, taking another drop of the hot beverage.
"We love you Tala!" distorted, nevertheless heard, the girls cried.
"Hn." His cold reply applied with his head turned away from them.
She looked at her white drink. Make friends? Hilary was very pleased about this. "Well, I'm glad." Sliding her coffee cup to the side, she pulled on a cheery grin. "It's really nice of you to bring me here. Thanks Tala." She momentarily forgot about the presents she had bought. I wish Kai would do the same.
Tala turned with a stoic expression and Hilary gulped a rock down her throat. Feeling somewhat awkward, she eased on a sheepish smile just in case. Had she said something wrong that didn't please him? Smart move, idiot. The brunette kicked herself. This ought to be the worst first impression I had given to a guy.
"How's the mocha?"
She stirred her drink and shrugged in response, "Better than anything right now."
"Better than Kai?"
Somewhere far away, back inside the dojo, a violent sneeze from the said person interrupted Tyson on a mid-rant.
Kai? WHAT! Hilary spluttered into her mocha, getting a good amount of cream on her nose. Lifting her chin, she graced him a slightly offended look. How did he get into their conversation?
Tala reached in forward and smudged it off with his thumb and licked the digit thoughtfully. Then he simply blinked at her, "Hn, it is good." He was a tragedy-sage, so cool. She felt dumbstruck, why couldn't she stop thinking of another person?
She emitted a small giggle and felt herself shrink in her chair. A burning feeling rose and crept across her pale cheeks. Did Tala just make her blush? THE ICECUBE?
He raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes curiously moving side to side. What was so funny? Why was she blushing? Did he look funny? He studied the pink flush on her cheeks, was either it from embarrassment or the heat from the crackling fireplace inside the cozy café. He shrugged.
Meanwhile, a young waiter stopped by their table to pick the empty coffee cup. How had he known she was finished with it?
Hilary looked at the waiter for a brief moment and her jaw nearly sagged to the ground. He…he…he's so…so…handsome. SO HOT! Her mind automatically registered as pink floating hearts began to spring off her figure. Dark almond shaped eyes drilled blankly into her. He was so pretty in that waiter uniform—revealing his lanky yet sexy body. His spiky black hair covered a bit of his gorgeous eyes. His silver dangling earrings glistened in the café's lights, reflecting off his obvious, strong bad-boy image.
"You're pretty…" she drooled out the words. This boy had a swoon-inducing effect though she had managed to keep her composure until now. Without a doubt, she had fallen into his list of female admirers.
"Ahn nyung…" he said respectively. (translation: Hi)
She giggled. "Hi." He had paralyzed her.
He shifted nervously in his pink apron and shot the tiniest, shy smile at her. She could die at that exact moment and go straight to heaven! Heaven must be missing their God, coz he's right here, standing in front me! She felt her hand viciously slap her cheek. 'Get a hold of yourself Hilary! If you can't have the Japanese or the Russian, what makes you think you'll get THIS Korean hunk?' Say hello to her annoying inner self.
Deflated, Hilary sighed.
Tala took a curt sip of his coffee, "Kai has been a real idiot lately." He attempted to drag Hilary out of her fantasy before she became spellbound in it.
And back in the dojo, the said idiot sneezed once ain. This time, lighter. The rest of the team vaguely wondered if Kai was getting sick.
The waiter grabbed Tala's cup and shortly glanced at Hilary who still had her eyes glued onto him. You are so hot…you are so hot…I want to pinch myself, I'm not dreaming! Please don't go!
"Is that all?" his voice was icy yet silky to her ears that could make any girl melt. A few women fainted.
"Clean up at table seven, nine and eleven!" she heard the male manager yell from the till.
"That's all, I'm walking her home. Thanks," Tala stoically replied.
"Thanks," she heard the black haired boy utter before leaving, along with the tray.
'Sugoi…'
Yeah…he is… Her eyelashes flitted subtly.
"Hilary, we're going," Tala snapped his finger in front of her face. "Remember…beyblading team? Shopping? Presents?" Hearts still fluttered wildly around her face at the mere glance from the waiter. Sighing, Tala coiled his green scarf around his neck. Girls.
"Uh…huh…" she nodded ever so slowly. That Korean boy forgot to steal her heart! She had to get him, whatever his name was!
"Kono…usurakatonchi!" Kai raged through his clenched jaw. Translation: "You dumbass!"
"Bless you," Ray replied calmly, flipping another page of his book.
"I DIDN'T SNEEZE THAT TIME!" Kai found himself shrieking when he shouldn't be. But people in this place were idiots! How come no had bothered asking where Hilary was? Six hours had passed since she had gone out to shop. Damn Tala hasn't called! Not that he cared, course. Hn.
The Chinese boy shrugged. For a moment, he glanced at Kai and stated in a flat tone, "I know. It had meant to bug you."
"Me?"
"Aa…Shikata ga nai…" he chuckled. Translation: "Yeah…nothing left but to deal with."
With a dark gaze, Kai stalked away muttering his short favorite word at the moment.
"Baka."
Twelve days left until Christmas Eve.
And so far, I've wrapped zero presents.
And up till now, I have received zero gifts. Not that I expect any tonight.
Note: I met this hot Korean guy today in a café while I was talking to Tala. Don't even ask why I bumped into Tala in the first place but he brought me into this café! That waiter was extremely handsome; I almost thought he was a girl! A bishounen! He said 'Hi.' Wasn't that a good sign or what?
Smirking to herself, Hilary placed her fountain pen down and closed her brand-new diary— after reveling at its brown hardcover plagued with roses and butterflies. Someone must have slipped it into her bags while she wasn't looking. Poor soul. Not to be wasteful, she was putting it into good use.
Hilary placed the diary and pen neatly on her bedside table and plopped onto her bed. Content, she pulled the thick white covers over her body and sighed, settling into her position. With a nod to her pillow, she slipped her hand underneath for warmth. Then…she suddenly felt a hard lump with sharp, cornered edges. Hilary gasped in horror and her head shot out of the covers.
What is this! Forcibly, she yanked the lump that turned out to be a small pink box. Marvelling at it for a moment, she wondered who it was from. A secret admirer…
Raising the lid off the tiny box, she stared at it.
What the hell…
She tore the lid clean from its box and her face went beet red from terror.
What is this…
Hilary quirked the pink container upside-down…to keep away from touching what was inside…
Oh my God…
And she watched slowly as thirteen pressed rose petals fell onto her quilt.
Then fear struck her upon seeing these petals…as black as soot.
Almost like ashes. She made a grab for her journal.
Scratch that, I just received a small pink box of thirteen black rose petals under my pillow. Frea-ky. Were they from the tooth fairy? Or from a secret admirer…
A/N: Haha first chapter down! Thank you guys for reading so please take a moment to review…please! I'll update when I can, but please leave a review! I want to know what you guys think!
And hah, you have to guess who gave her that terrible gift! It's an unknown pairing. It COULD be KaiHil, TyHil...and some other pairings.