Kai's secret admirer tries to send an email confessing his secret. Can he gather up the guts to send it? Yaoi. For White Dog 2, because he's awesomely awesome.
DON'T OWN BEYBLADE!
Dear Kai,
How are you? Doing well, I hope. I'm doing fine. I know I could just call you, but you most probably would just not answer...again. I've been calling you a lot, but you never answer...I hope you haven't changed your email address or it's going to be a while before I see you. Since the Bladebreakers broke up, I haven't been seeing much of you. Of course you'd never call, email, or write, I mean, you're you! You never even say more than three words in a sentence unless it's a come back or insult.
Well, I guess I should just get to the topic of this email. I miss you. A lot. Is that normal? For a male to miss another male this much, though we are not family? Everyone else has girl friends...I don't. I've never liked girls. Kai, is it wrong for a male to look at other males the way he should look at females? By now, you must be disgusted with me. You seem like the homophobic type. To end your misery, kind of, I'll just say it now.
I love you.
The fingers stopped moving gently and rapidly over the keyboard and the young man sitting in the leather chair reread the email. He placed his hand on the mouse so the small white arrow on the screen landed over the 'Send' button. His finger bent to press down. Should he send it and see how Kai replies (if he replies at all)? Should he send it, holding his breath for what could be minutes, hours, days, months, forever?
He moved his hand quickly from the mouse to the keyboard and lightly placed his hand on the 'Delete' key. Or should he just pretend it never happened? Never know what would have happened if he'd sent it? Risk losing the chance of a life time. He sighed and pressed his pointer finger down. The letters began disappearing from the screen.
Oh well. Guess he'd just pretend he'd never even started the email. Just push back the butterflies in his stomach every time he saw the young Hiwatari. Simply go back to the normal day of work. Speaking of work, the black phone on his desk had begun ringing. Was it Kai? His heart fluttered at the thought. He lifted the phone, and the called ID was a name he'd never seen before. He sighed before pressing talk.
"Hello, Tyson Kinomiya speaking."
thnku4thevenom: Awwww, poor, poor, Ty. Guess we'll never know...Or will we? It's up to you, my sweet reviewers!