Enrique:
You look so thin, wasted away – have you even been eating? No, I would guess…not taking care of yourself at all. Even your clothes, once elegant and now almost rags, hang loosely. Your hair, still bright against my jacket but grown longer and awry, is faintly dulled from neglect. And the rasping wheeze I feel, deep in your chest, does nothing to reassure me.
Still, I never thought I'd see you again. Even looking like this, you still carry a ghost of your old self with you…through the scars and the bruises, and the memories.
You let out a small noise of something; fear, bewilderment? – in your exhausted sleep and clutch at my sleeve. Your eyes flutter open to a sleepy half-mast, crystal amethyst momentarily clear and unplagued. They cloud again with something inexplicable as you take in my face above yours.
Do you hate what you see, or…?
"Enrique…?" You shake your head wildly, disheveling your hair further. "I must be…I must be dreaming..." You shudder slightly, voice cracking at the last word, and wrap your arms around me.
I can't help but hug you back, careful of your bruises. Ironically, I'm the one shedding tears and not you. It may not look it…but you've…always been the stronger one between the two of us.
A patch of icy cold burns against my chest and I break the embrace long enough to tug the delicate silver chain from beneath my shirt. Unicolyon's bit glows brilliant fuchsia between my numb fingers as I lay it carefully in your palm. The color cools and seems to glow warmer, your Bitbeast sensing its rightful partner once again.
You close your hand on Unicolyon's bit and hug me again, fiercely, whispering words of affection and gratitude into my shoulder. I grin, shakily, through the tears.
"I've missed you so much…"
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A/N: It's my first Beyfic and I'm making this up as I go along, that's why it's so short. The plotline is still fuzzy, but definitely Majestics-centric and Oliver/Enrique. Too many Beyblade deathfics makes me an angst writer! *twitch twitch* Beyblade and its characters are not mine. Wish they were so I could hug Oliver to pieces, but…I can't. Sigh. The storyline and plot are mine though, so I'm sending the Nine Guardians after you if you try to take from it without my permission. Yeah…That's all. Comments and reviews will be appreciated. Flames will be taken in stride. Complaints about the pairing will have me assuming you are blind and do not read the summary. Ciao.
