Disclaimer: Beyblade does not belong to me.
This is a Valentine's Day ficlet written for one of my friends.
He was perfect as he sat there, just perfect. That's what went through King's mind as he watched the other blader from the corner of his eye. Every day he came here just to watch him but still he didn't have the nerve to go up and actually talk to him. His eyes remained on the other, taking in the ginger hair. He felt like a rabid fangirl from the first day he saw him on television. He had cheered when the blader won and mourned when he lost, all from miles away. All this time he had become an obsession for King, gathering all the information he could on one Brooklyn of Bega.
Which when he looked at it accounted to barely anything at all.
Finally, swallowing hard King stepped out as those beautiful eyes lifted, a smile touching that mysterious blader's lips. "I've been waiting for you."
King's mouth instantly went dry as he stared at Brooklyn for a long moment. He had heard the rumors of course, but they couldn't be true… Could they?
After a long moment King cleared his throat, holding out a single red rose. "It's… for you," he finally stuttered.
At that Brooklyn gently smiled. "Flowers are best left in the ground," he finally whispered, his hand caressing the soft petals.
King opened his mouth, trying desperately to make his voice work.
"Please, don't push yourself," Brooklyn told him as he took the rose. "I'll see you tomorrow."