Bonjour, fellow readers! How are you doing?

Alright, I'm having a big writer's block, so I have decided to write a multi-chaptered story of drabbles and one shots that will include multiple pairings which you can suggest too in reviews.

This idea came from my good friend and Beyblade fan, BlackCatNeko999, so I ask if you can also check out her story, A Time For Love. Another is my other story, The Fine Line of Heaven and Hell that my other friend, Chained Princess helps me with. Check out her story of Promises Are Made To Be Broken if you haven't already. Thanks! :D

I beg of you, PLEASE leave reviews. I hate being left in the dark like that. Also favorite, follow and spread the word around.

Here's my first chapter. It's with one of my OTPs, Wales x Sophie. They are absolutely meant to be! I hope you enjoy it! ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own Metal Fight Beyblade or any of its characters. I do however own my OC, Katerina or Katherine if you've read my other stories.

"This is completely ridiculous!" Katerina Kishatu cried as she flopped down on the couch of the Beyblade girls' loft. "Hopeless!"

"What?" asked Sophie innocently. She blinked those pretty green eyes of her that put the color of summer leaves in a sunny and refreshing breeze to shame.

Katerina sat up for a moment, a glare evident on her slightly tanned face. She shook her head, her sleek curtain of straight dark brown hair swishing over her shoulders. "What do you think, Cher? He obviously likes you."

"Who?"

"Wales! God, keep up with me please."

Sophie smiled affectionately at her impatient brunette friend. She was so unpredictable. She could be kind and compassionate one minute and then completely rowdy and loud the next. "I don't know, Kat. Are you sure? He's my best friend, yet he hasn't noticed me of anything." The tall girl sighed, staring at the window while playing with her fine blue locks. Her partner, the handsome British boy named Wales was her biggest dilemma at that moment. She admired him so much; the power he radiated during Beyblade battles, the way he was always concerned about her when she was in trouble, the unintentional mysterious look he gave with all of that thick and soft ginger-colored hair covering half of his face. She sighed again, this time more wistful. She was definitely developing a crush.

Katerina didn't seem to notice her daydreaming face and was now off the couch and pacing the room, looking like she was concocting a plan. "Uh unh, Soph. Wales is my best guy friend." That sentence broke Sophie out of her reverie, shattering it completely. She was about to question the brunette girl when Kat abruptly turned towards her, her face saying she was in the middle of a dramatic pause. "Wales is your soul mate. There is a huge difference."

"There is?" Sophie believed the soul mate part in her own way. She thought that she and Wales were meant to be partners, battle partners and not romantic partners. At least, that was what she thought before she started falling for him.

"Yes! I'm a friend of Wales while he probably feels some deep, inexplicable bond to you, something that draws him towards you and he never wants to pull away. He thinks you're amazing. It's obvious when he looks at you with those blue eyes of his."

The blue haired girl went off in her own dream again, thinking of the deep cerulean blue of Wales's eyes, a color that made her skin shiver and prickle with excitement.

"And just think of the way when he or you admit your feelings for one another and maybe he would be so happy that he can't do anything but show his delight, with a soft and slow yet passionate kiss that sets off fireworks in your mind, heart and soul and you feel like you're on top of the world."

"Yeah . . ." Sophie trailed off, lost in her dream world when suddenly the peaceful swaying of her heart lurched to a stop and her green eyes snapped open to shoot a glare at Katerina, her cheeks blazing a cherry red hue. "KATERINA!"

The brown haired girl chuckled, her chestnut brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "Got ya, didn't I? You are so head over heels for him." She lay back down on the couch, wearing a cheeky grin that revealed her small and straight white teeth. It sort of reminded Sophie of Kat's brother, Ryuga; the wolfish way they smiled when they were teasing. "You haven't had your first kiss, now have you?"

"No," mumbled the bluenette, who now hung her head in embarrassment and shame. Just because she was from Paris, aka the City of Love, didn't mean she was the world's top romantic, although she wished she were. "I guess I should tell him how I feel."

Katerina was about to say "Attagirl" when Sophie finished her paragraph with, "But what if he doesn't like me back?"

The brown haired girl's eye twitched in mega annoyance. "Did . . . you not hear anything I just said?" she said very slowly, as if she were holding back a scream of pain or frustration. Maybe both.

"Oh well, yeah, right. Sorry. But you don't know if he likes someone else, do you?"

"Oh, yes, Sophie." Katerina nodded her head in mock wisdom, a tight smile playing on her lips. "Mei Mei can't help but watch Wales's ass when he struts so confidently and Madoka loves how his shampoo makes his hair so shiny." She rolled her brown eyes in their sockets once, making obvious that she was completely sarcastic with her previous words. "Geez, girl, don't be so insecure. You're a strong and confident woman. Not to mention you've got more style than the rest of us, which reminds me of—" Suddenly, the brunette let out a loud gasp from her pink lips. "Oh my God! That's perfect!"

"What?"

"I was just about to ask if you could help me with my dress for tonight's ball at Rich Kid's place." Sophie frowned at the other girl's use of the annoying nickname she always used for her former teammate, Julian Konzern. "But now," she continued, ignoring the bluenette's dirty look, "I have a plan."

That night, Sophie entered the ballroom dressed in an elegant gown made of sparkling silver silk that rippled and glimmered with twinkling sparkles at every movement she made and hugged her every curve. Sophie thought the dress was a nice choice since Katerina had kept insisting to wear a short, tight and black cocktail dress that Sophie had repeatedly objected to. She decided to leave her hair down and the sky blue locks swarmed around her shoulders in a warm kind of embrace. Her forest green eyes scanned the area that was filled with people dressed up as much as her, who were either dancing on the ballroom floor or mingling with flutes of champagne.

"Sophie?" a voice behind her asked in an incredulous tone.

The said girl spun around to look up into Wales's large with surprised eyes. Once again, the ocean blue color of them hit her like a sledgehammer with a feeling of longing. Oh God, she wanted him so badly . . .

She cleared her throat, also clearing her mind of all of those pestering thoughts. "Good evening, Wales. My my, you look handsome. " More like a complete dreamboat, she thought, staring at his lean figure which was clad in a crisp and spotless tuxedo. More handsome than James Bond himself.

"Compared to you, I am utterly plain." He lightly grabbed at her hand and brought it to his lips, their softness fluttering over the bluenette's knuckles, making her shiver once more. "Because you look absolutely radiant."

Sophie couldn't help but blush, a light pink painting her pale cheeks. "Oh, um, thank you," she mumbled. Suddenly, a surge of loud classical notes reached her ears and she turned slightly towards the dance floor where another waltz was about to take place. Wales caught her gaze and bowed again.

"May I have this dance?" requested the blue-eyed Blader politely. Sophie smiled and took his hand as they moved towards the dance floor. The blue haired girl noticed a certain brunette who smiled at her expectantly and nodded towards something. Sophie saw that it was the balcony. Katerina mouthed something and Sophie was pretty sure it was along the lines of Perfect view of the moon.

Sophie decided to go there after the dance. She turned back to Wales and clasped her left hand with his and placed her other on his shoulder while he placed his on her waist. Sophie took a deep breath as they began to sweep over the marble tiles. She felt happy—no, contented—whenever he spun her around slowly or dipped her downwards. This was the best dancing she had ever had in her life and at least the boy wasn't stepping all over her feet. In fact, Wales was a superb dancer.

When the song ended, Sophie sighed and looked up at Wales. "Wales," she said. "Do you want to go out on the balcony with me?"

"Of course," he replied immediately, making an arm gesture to usher her over there. Out on the balcony, nobody was occupying it and only the tiny glowing orbs of soft gold showed that there was any life out here. The fireflies danced around the dark green leaves of the plants, which there were a huge assortment of—roses, jasmine, and gardenias. The list could go on.

Wales picked off a red rose and offered it over to Sophie, who gladly accepted it and was careful not to prick herself with one of the thorns. She looked up and saw the huge sliver of the moon. It was only a crescent but it was still lovely, soaking the whole area in a curtain of silver light. The stars twinkled beside it, as radiant as her dress.

"Sophie?"

The blue haired woman turned towards Wales again. "Yes?"

"Is anything the matter?"

"No, no. Just enjoying the view."

Wales slightly smirked. "Which one?"

Sophie stared at him, shocked and hoping that he didn't see her blush. "Uh . . . Well—ow!"

She looked down to see that she had pricked herself on the thorns of the rose. Wales caught her hand and examined her finger, making sure nothing was wrong. But he didn't let go of her hand after that. Sophie felt jolts of electricity go through her body at his warm touch right down to the bottom of her feet.

"I meant it, Sophie," he said, still staring down at her hand.

"Meant what?"

"You are definitely the belle of the ball tonight, no matter what."

"Oh, Wales," she sighed, obviously flattered but she knew that he meant the words once he looked back up at her. Suddenly, his other hand was on her cheek and bringing her closer to him, until their lips met in a soft kiss.

It was exactly how Kat described it, except it wasn't fireworks going off inside. It was like she was drowning, drowning in the kiss, in deep pleasure, spiraling down into infinity. It was like one of their Special Moves, a mixture of feelings crashing down on her like a huge tidal wave or in a whirlpool, never able to climb out of the unyielding pit and that was when Sophie realized: This was love. It left her breathless when Wales and she finally broke apart.

"Sophie," breathed Wales, his voice husky with desire. His lips were near her ear now and her heart was hammering against her ribcage. "I have to tell you this. I love you. I have since after we first battled together. I don't know, something had just told me that this was the girl made for me."

The woman smiled up at him, her face glowing with radiance. "What a coincidence, because that was exactly what happened to me. I love you too, Wales."

He smiled and their lips met in another passionate kiss. What they didn't notice was Katerina smiling as she watched them from around a corner and she didn't notice Klaus and Julian watching as well.

Sometimes, it was too easy getting people together.

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