Disclaimer: I don't seriously look like Takao Aoki, right?
"Close my eyes, I only fantasize about you. Open them, and I think of you. Sleep; I dream of you, every waking moment, I daydream about you. You smile; I think about how sweet your smile looks. Frown and I will think about how sad and vulnerable you look. You exist and steal my heart, but should you disappear, you'll take my soul with you.
I don't even know how or why I feel this way. To look at you is to fly, to hear your voice is my ecstasy, my high. Try as I might to forget, you're the one whose meeting I will never regret.
It is hard to say those three little words. The ones I've told you in every dream, daydream and fantasy. Those words that seem so big. I love you. How easily it rolls off my mind, but my voice would be stuck if I tried to pronounce the second word. Sometimes, I try to close my eyes and forget the world. As I explained, that doesn't work. I only start fantasizing about my angel, my love, you. Fantasizing that when I confess, I won't see the look of rejection I know you're bound to give me.
Just because I love you.
I must have owed you from our previous lives. Retribution, Karma, that's what the Chinese believe. At least, that's what Ray told me.
It's so strange, somehow. Me loving you, stealing glances at your soft, beautiful hair. Yet I can't stop. This love I hold for you, will it ever be returned? I doubt it.
You are the one I care about most deeply. You have my heart, my soul. So keep them; heaven knows they will be safer with you. Every drop of blood in my body belongs to you, just like I belong to my beauty. You. You are the one I will never truly forget.
I notice how you stare at him. Hungrily, almost. I wish that I could just tell you I love you, let you accept me, and we could be together for all eternity. No, beyond eternity. Beyond everything, for your love. I wish I did not have to see your hurt face, see those unshed tears and hear the pain in your voice as you cry, when you call me at midnight. To see the one you love in the arms of another, lusting for someone that is not you. Yes, I know the feeling. That's why, hard as I try, I can't turn you away from my heart. You don't know this, but every waking moment, I wish that I could protect you.
Yet wishes don't come true. Why?
I wish you could find your happiness, I wish he could notice you. I hate to see your tear-stained cheeks. I love your smile. It's so delicate. So much like an angel. You. I don't even know why I love you, but I guess one reason is your smile. It's fine if you never notice me, never love me the way I want to be loved by you, but I just want to see you happy. It's my elixir, that smile of yours. I love it. Even if you don't smile, just knowing that you're happy will make me happy.
I wish I would pass this to you, but I'll never get the courage. Oh well, I guess this will end up in the dustbin as usual. It must be why I always write on Saturdays; the rubbish collector comes then. I'm just going to put this by the table again. Tempting fate, hoping you'll see this. I am sorry for never telling you, but that would lead to my own destruction.
Still, fate caused our paths to cross, but perhaps friends is all that we can be. Fate can be so cruel, making us love those whom we know will never love us. I am sorry for never telling you this.
It's just… I'm selfish, call it that.
I just want to protect my heart. I love you too much to ever stop, this love will flow forever.
Please stay safe."
The author sighed before placing his neatly written masterpiece on the table. No one would notice, they were too busy partying away and dancing to the music wafting from the music player. In the next room.
He couldn't resist it; perhaps the one he loved would see this… he had to tempt fate for once. Yet…
He folded it and placed it on the table.
Daichi saw a piece of paper in the hall. It was folded twice over neatly. There was no script on it, but he could see some impact of the words in the paper. There were many words.
His curiosity got the better of him. He was at a party in which all the BladeBreakers' friends were invited to. Anyone could have left something interesting for him to blackmail them into buying him some 'presents'. He was all out of cash.
Opening it, he was greeted by a neat script he couldn't place. In the meantime, Ray walked into the room.
"Daichi, what's that??" Ray asked. He went over.Before the redhead could stop him, Ray took the piece of paper from his hand and started reading it out softly.
"Close my eyes, I only fantasize about you…"As they got to the end, Daichi, unable to contain his curiosity, asked, "Who do you think wrote that?"
Ray shook his head. "I have no idea. I mean, I never thought the others-any of them- could write such a… piece of work."
"Yeah, it's awfully mushy."
Before they had time to ponder about what it could mean, Tala walked down, accompanied by Bryan. Before they could hide the paper, the question flowed out. "What's that you're looking at?" Ray and Daichi looked at each other, wondering whether to share this particularly interesting piece of information. They could blackmail the people in it, or, better still, tease them no end.
"Well," began Daichi, not being able to tolerate the silence, "you see, I found this piece of paper…"
A/N:Ok… now I'm finally doing a 'proper' beyblade fic/ficlet (not quite sure yet) that will involve a lot of characters. Hope you enjoyed it!
P.s: do tell me what couple you want this to be, if you have a request. I don't mind. Just drop me I review. I want to feel appreciated… (pouts) anyway, hoped you enjoy. Comments/ flames/praise welcome. Just try to keep it constructive so I can improve,Thanks!