Summery: While have a quick drink, Miguel, Claude and Aaron do a little people watching. And they spot a certain feisty bluenette.
Pairings: Miguel/Kai (claim!)
Warnings: Yaoi
Aaron being somewhat crude
Kai a little out of character
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
My first story so be gentle and don't ask me where this came form, I'm sure you all would sleep better at night not knowing, eh? Had a lot of fun writing it though. Enjoy!
"Miguel, look isn't that Kai? The tall one next to the very chic brunette?"
Miguel's clear blue gaze followed his friend's, Aaron, discreet nod towards the young man coming up the marked path between the thousands of people who decided that a walk in the sun was the perfect way to spend the warm summer afternoon.
Tall, thin, well toned, wearing a black leather jacket, covering a well cut t-shirt and short cargo shorts that ended mid thigh, showing off his legs that seemed to go on for miles. His eyes still held that fire within, the markings on his face as strong as ever but he grew his hair out. His now long hair is pulled back into a red and blue bind with a gold ring sitting snugly at the end. How he could make such ordinary clothes look extraordinary was beyond the comprehension of any mere mortal.
Kai strode through the masses of people, apparently expecting them to part in front of him and his companion like the sea before Moses. Which was exactly what was happening.
That formidable confidence was something Miguel envied.
"Talk about the IT factor! That guy next to Kai is staring at him as thought he'd eat him if he had the chance"
Aaron was right. Although nothing but relaxed interest shows in Kai's lovely face, his companion couldn't hide the awareness surrounding him like an aura.
Switching his gaze back to his companions, Miguel observes, "He'd be one tough mouthful"
"Those calories I'd really enjoy," Aaron said suggestively. "I love the way he walks! As though he expects the whole world to scuttle out of his way. I'll bet he's a real wildcat in bed."
Claude turns to the shorter teen and raise an eyebrow. "You can tell that just by looking at him?"
"And so can everyone else here. You're just refusing to read the signals," Aaron put on his sunglasses and speaks in an English accent. "Note, my dear Watson, the way those muscles work together, so powerfully smooth and sure. He's coming up the hill without breaking a sweat, so he has stamina," He growls the final word with comical lasciviousness. "Terribly important stamina. And because he's wearing clothes that cost more than half the money I'll ever see in my life time, we can deduce that he's not only rich, he's intelligent enough to hold down a decent job. Intelligence, dear Watson, is another vital factor in a lover."
Miguel's amusement was diluted by another emotion, a kind of shocked bewilderment. Hypnotized, his gaze at Kai, absorbing greedily the cool, commanding presence, the way the sun was imprisoned in the silky strains of his hair. Miguel has always liked Kai's hair, the stormy gray at the front and the midnight blue at the back. Very exotic, just like the rest of him.
Beside him Aaron continues, "As for passion - well, just take a quick glance at that mouth! It's kept very firmly under restraint, but it's there," shuddering enjoyably, Aaron pushes his sunglasses onto the top of his head and surveys the approaching youth with bright, intrigued eyes.
Miguel swallows thickly as Kai nears. Kai suddenly stops near where Miguel and his friends are sitting and turn to face his companion, giving the group a lovely view of his back.
"Look at those legs!" Aaron whispers loudly. "They go all the up to his ass!"
"Shh! Aaron, he'll hear you!" Claude hisses, placing his hand over his friend's mouth.
Completely oblivious to his friend's comments, Miguel kept his gaze fixed on the beauty in front of him. He can still recall their first battle, in the tournament before that mess with Bega. It was the first battle he had enjoyed for a very long time. Ultimately he lost, he knew he would, but he enjoyed it none the less. He tried his best and that's all that really matters. The end of the battle is what Miguel remembers vividly, the way Kai turned around and caught his blade in his hand without even looking. He then glanced over his shoulder and smile softly while saying "Well, that was a good game."
Although small, those words stayed with him.
"Aaron, would you stop being so crude?" Claude asks, exasperated. "It'll be your death if he hears you"
Miguel quickly snaps out of his trance and focus his attention back to his friends.
"But seriously, don't you love the way he walks and stands? That smooth, graceful gait with something slightly predatory in it?"
"Oh, good Lord," Miguel sighs, unusually irritable. "What an imagination you have!"
"You know what I mean, don't you?" Aaron said to Claude with the stunning lack of tact that occasionally made Miguel wonder why they're still friend. "There's something not quite tamed about Kai," Aaron slid his eyes over Kai. "Lithe and dangerous. Monarch of all he surveys."
Miguel saw Claude roll his eyes at their shorter friend. Claude sent a glance at Miguel who returns it. Suddenly the sound of his name being called, well more like squealed. Miguel whips his head around, and his gaze instantly colliding with that of Kai's.
Something dissolved in his stomach - no, Miguel thought in a daze, in his bones. Kai's ruby red eyes registered astonishment before then turning into a polished, unreadable sheen.
Miguel swallows, wondering to himself if he should do something. Should he smile and wave or turn away quickly and pretend that his heart isn't racing a hundred miles per hour.
Kai suddenly smiles softly at Miguel and then winks as he turns his back. "See you later, Miguel!" He calls over his shoulder as he begins to walk away, gliding like a siren through the misty sea. His brown hair companion glance at Miguel with disappointment in his eyes, then ran to catch up to Kai.
Miguel blinks and blinks again, his mind not quite registering what had just happened. He turns his gaze back to his friends and by the looks on their faces they didn't have a clue either.
"Miguel?" He blinks in response. "What the hell just happened?"
Aaron grabs a napkin and begins to chew on it, tugging at it with his teeth. "That is so unfair! Why do you get all the luck?"
Miguel blinks again, as he watches his friend sulk next to him, muttering to himself. He turns his gaze to his other friend.
Claude returns the gaze, then smirks slightly, folding his hands under his chin. "He likes you. And you like him," he says, daring Miguel to say otherwise.
Miguel sighs. "I guess I do. It doesn't matter, it's not like I can do anything about it."
"Miguel…" Claude starts but Miguel sent him a look that said 'drop it' so he did. Aaron continues to sulk next to them, muttering something about an 'exotic little minx' causing Miguel and Claude to sweatdrop.
Heh, I had a lot of fun writing this. Took me forever to write this though so I hope you enjoyed it. It makes the hard effort all worth while. I would like two or three reviews before I continue, that's pretty reasonable, isn't it?
Next chapter: Miguel gets a visitor. I wonder who it could be (Thinks)
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