Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade Metal Series.
AN: This is a 'Hikaru x King' that is inspired from my YouTube video under the name of Esmeralda Cosmos.
Weaving together the oceans and the flames.
Hikaru is walking down the sidewalks bypassing multiple of citizens. She turns the corner to a café shop, Soda's Diner. The gingerly scented aroma fills the soft winds of salted caramel mocha. "Mm. Smells so delicious." Hikaru said, enjoying the sweet scented fragments with her eyelids closed.
"It sure is." A cheerful voice said in agreement to her previous comment.
Hikaru flutters her eyelids open. Slightly, she tilts her head to look at a young man with spiked up silver hair and a pair of soft teal-shaded eyes. He is sitting - underneath an umbrella - on a white chair and a see-through dinning table.
"Oh,"
"I'm sorry." He said with a charming smile. He raises his cup to his lips to lightly sip from his cup. "My name is King."
"King, huh?" Hikaru repeats, raising her curled forefinger to her glossy lips.
King slightly and unconsciously licks his lips, as his gaze doesn't leave her face. Her soft cerulean eyes memorized him; captivating him, even. Slowly, his eyes lower to her strong jawline. King snickers, leaning his elbow on the see-through table and cupping his broad chin in the palm of his hand. "You… You look very familiar from somewhere." He said, arching his eyebrow.
Hikaru gasps, returning to the harsh reality. Her face is now a shade of scarlet red. She bows her head in apology. "I'm sorry, I have to return to work." She said without hearing a response from him. Her feet start in a fast pace run bypassing the café. The clicking sound of her black heels echoes the growing distance set between them.
King turns his head to look over his - noticeable muscular - shoulders to watch her depart from his sights as she turns the next corner. "Hm. I wonder why she didn't tell me her name?"
'Midnight Romeo.' Ringtone plays.
King flips out his phone to read a text.
"Hey, King. How about we all get together to attend this party? Keisha has been asking about you lately. I mean. A lot. She said that she is going to be there. You know, you really should come out and hang out with the guys, King." – M.
King flips it closed, groaning irritated that his love-sicken friend wants to find a new rebound girlfriend. And, not only that, his circle of friends continue to try getting 'him' to have a girlfriend. Namely this woman named Keisha.
King lowers his head down to find a cornflower blue wallet on the ground. He leans forward to pick it up. He opens the wallet out of curiosity. There is a picture of the same young cerulean-haired woman that he just previously met not too long ago.
"Hikaru Hasama."
King flips open his phone. He swiftly taps his thump on the keyboard of his iPhone5, texting back his response to the invitation, before closing the protective phone case.
A confident smile is pasted on his lips. He sips the rest of the lukewarm mocha, before he starts to leave. The empty cup is still sitting on the see-through dinning table.
Ekosi.
AN: I guess, I should leave this T-rated. I really wanted to try a M-rated but not really ready, yet. Besides, I like sweet fluffy romances, instead. This is my second dedication to King x Hikaru. Since mamapapa-shipping is my most top favourite, I'll say weaving oceanflames-shipping is my second favourite.