A/N: Well hello, dear readers! I'm back with a new story, hopefully a multi-chaptered one.

God knows how many times I wanted to write something similar to this. But, with a push in the right direction, this fic was created. English is not my first language so excuse the grammatical or spelling mistakes that slipped me.

Disclaimer: Everyone should know by now: Metal Fight Beyblade © Takafumi Adachi. I only own the story.

Pairings: Ginmado, KyouMado and some RyuKaru (other pairings to be decided; feel free to suggest any).

Warnings: language and minor suggestive themes; this is rated T for a reason.

Without further ado I present you "Presumed Innocent"!

Presumed Innocent

Chapter 1: Betrayal and Secret Affairs

~xooxoox~

Sitting in a pub full of all kinds of people, alcohol as his only friend, wasn't the way Kyouya wanted to spend his Friday night at all. He hadn't had a free night in ages — his boss was such a jerk for making his employees work until exhaustion. Who made him take a job?

His hard work paid off in the end, wining himself a free and well-deserved week-end.

A ride in his car, a long and hot shower and diner was all that separated him from his comfy bed. Of course things don't go as we'd want to. There is always something ready to surprise you when you less expect it.

In ten minutes he made it to his flat, and decided to check his mail. Surprisingly, there was a white envelope with his name written on it, begging to be opened. A simple paper sheet made his plans crumble to nothingness, the pub three blocks away being his next destination.

And so Kyouya ended up in front of a massive excuse-of-a barman, demanding a drink right away.

The man couldn't stop staring at the envelope. The message was black on white, written for everyone's understatement – the problem was he didn't seem to comprehend its meaning. The green haired lad wasn't stupid. In fact, his exams and diploma told the opposite. Maybe he didn't want to understand.

A wedding invitation — something that was supposed to bring happiness in one's heart — was making him want to puke. Though, he didn't show it – he wasn't in the mood to be thrown out by the already pissed barman. Taking another gulp of his booze, Kyouya crumbled the innocent-looking paper and shoved it in his pant's pocket. He knew it shouldn't worry him, but the blue-eyed greenett couldn't help himself. He cared more than he should've had. Life just liked to mess with him. Wouldn't just freakin' leave him alone.

He grunted, feeling alcohol flowing through his veins. After all, this was his ninth glass. At this rate he'd be out before he made it back home.

From the corner of his eye, Kyouya could see a scantily clothed female eyeing him from across the room. Her wicked smile and stare burning into his skin. He wanted to smirk. Yeah, she was something to catch your eye, and to be truthful, a long time passed since he touched a woman. But he'd pass for now. A woman he didn't even know wasn't what he needed.

The visions of messy brunette hair, flushed checks, half-lided glances and silky skin still hunted his nights. Just the thought of that night made his heart rate increase.

No. He had to stop thinking about her. That woman was getting married for crying out loud! Kyouya had to forget everything about her. The way her eyes sparkled whenever she saw a bey, the way she flashed that sweet smile of hers, her intoxicating scent, the way she felt beneath his touch, the way she tasted that night — of expensive vine and strawberries — the way she…oh god…"Mmm…Kyouya…"

He must have made some kind of embarrassing noise because the bartender gave him a look that could kill. He took in his surroundings once again. It looked like the blonde that seemed so interested in him earlier was making already her next move on a hopeless drunkard, kissing him like no tomorrow.

The sight only made him realise how ashamed he should feel for thinking something so private in a place like this.

He trew some money on the counter — enough to pay his drinks — and started for the door.

As he got out the tought of throwing the damned envelope crossed his mind, but he decided against it. He had to attend it. After that he'd be free from that woman. She won't be able to reach him after the wedding.

Mr. Kyouya Tategami,

You are invited to attend the wedding of Ginga Hagane and Madoka Amano, two lovers who decided to unite their fates on July 31st.

They will be waiting for your response at the following adress. . .

~xooxoox~

In the meantime, two couples happily toasted for their futures, wishing life had only good in store for them.

A brunette was holding hands with a laughing redhead, the biggest of smile forming himself on her lips whenever her partner made a joke to enlighten them all. She was happy. Her boyfriend of five years finally proposed to her and, like the diligent girl she was, the brunette already planned the most wonderful of weddings. Her boyfriend was really surprised of her one-day performance.

Madoka thought there was no better way to celebrate than inviting her best girl friend and her husband to a restaurant.

She smiled again when her blunette friend teased Ginga, "About time you took action, lover boy!"

The redhead's checks burned at the comment. That was a sight worth seeing.

The already married woman continued, "If you were a real man you would've asked for her hand long time ago! seriously, I expected that from Mr. Kishatu over here." The woman pointed at the man beside her, her angry expression never changing.

Ginga was feeling cornered now. Being compared to his former enemy about something like that wasn't nice at all, at least for him.

Seeing his face, Hikaru – a.k.a. Mrs. Kishatu – trew her head back and laughed with all her might, going from angry to happy in mere seconds.

The white haired man beside her closed his golden eyes and drew the woman closer to his frame, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Hearing his question, Hikaru laughed harder and, playfully, hit his arm, "You know well what I meant. You told your mother you'd never get married and settle down. And don't try to deny it, I have your brother as witness."

Madoka continued to smile, knowing there was nothing she could do about her friend's constant mood swings. After all, the woman was already six months into her pregnancy. Just a few more and they'll have the baby-girl the Kishatus wished so much.

Ah, parenthood. It must be a divine thing, Madoka thought.

"So, it's been three years already." It wasn't a question, the brunette knew. Three years since Ryuga and Hikaru's wedding. It was an amazing one they both deserved after all they had to sacrifice and go thought. Madoka could only wish she would have one just as special. But she knew that with Ginga it'd be more than special.

Madoka snapped out of her daydream state and realised that Ginga was back to his old self, talking with Ryuga like nothing happened in those past years.

She gave her fiancé one last glance, then started a conversation with the bluenette opposite of her.

"So, Hagane, you invited everyone from the gang?" The white haired man asked while taking a sip of his glass' contents.

"Yeah. Kenta, Yuu, Tsubasa, Masamune, the members of all the awesome teams we had fight against," the redhead exclaimed, a wide grin showing his white teeth. "Plus there's Kyouya too."

Kyouya. The mention of the name alone made Madoka shudder, her heart going to the pit of her tummy.

She remembered the feeling of those cold fingers running down her skin, touching her like only her husband should. She felt the shame for the sin she committed behind her boyfriend's back, the tears she cried after it was over, the harsh words they trew each other, everything.

It made her think her actions over again.

At first she felt bad for inviting him as well, but he was a close friend of Ginga and hers. It would've been a shame not to invite the party animal himself.

It wasn't planed. It just happened. They were at a party with almost the whole gang. Ginga was on a business trip with his father, Hikaru and Ryuga had other plans for the night. They all talked and laughed and had a great time, that until the beer and vine came. Madoka wasn't a drinker, but it didn't stop her from taking some. Only an hour and she was drunk, the others in similar states. Kyouya was the only one Who didn't seem to be fully drunk yet.

It happened too fast. They were just dancing, then she tripped over and fell on top of Kyouya. The alcohol messed up her logic and made her unable to move away. Then Madoka did the stupidest thing someone in her situation could do: she took the initiative and captured his lips in a chaste kiss. He responded to her actions so she fisted his green hair and pulled on it. It just happened. She ended up gasping, limbs around his tall form, a wall against her back.

The brunette didn't remember anything else but the feeling of soft sheets beneath her, hot kisses along her neck, and the feeling of his skin on hers.

One thing was for sure, the aftermath wasn't pretty at all.

She'd promised herself that it was an accident, that it won't happen again, that she would make up for her wrongs. She wanted to tell her dear redhead about it, but couldn't find the courage to do so.

That's when she made up her mind: she'll forget. She'll make Ginga happy and hurt him no more.

Just a few more months and everything would be all right again. The wedding will pass and she won't have to see Kyouya again.

A/N: I had planned more, but this seemed enough for now. How was it?

I have so much on my plate right now I don't know when I'll be able to update again. I promise I'll try something, but until then, leave a review and wait patiently for the next chapter.

Have the nicest of days,

BlackCatNeko999