Endless First Dates

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. Period. Also, the plot for this fic is very heavily inspired by the movie 50 First Dates.

Summary: When Bryan first met Yuri by chance one October morning, he would never have guessed how complicated things would turn out… (YuBr slash)

Notes: Ah god, I'm so inspired to write this fic! So here I am, starting it! If you have seen 50 First Dates, then you'll roughly know how this is going to turn out. BUT, the ending I have planned is quite dissimilar to the movie. I hope you enjoy the first (short!) chapter.

HE SMILED, burying his mouth into the warm green scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. It was not a very cold day but the October morning did have a tentative chill. He disliked the cold. However, the sun was too bright not to chance a walk outside, and he was furrowed in a grey jacket that kept him content.

Strolling along the park, he passed around the playground where children in warm attire screamed happily. Smiling despite himself, he did not see the wooden bench that was to the right. Until he accidentally nudged into someone's legs, that is.

"Ah—" he turned so as to face the individual in question. Piercing blue eyes met his silvery gaze, stealing his breath for a moment. The man was beautiful and had a head full of flammable red locks that seemed to scorch against the dreary background.

"S-sorry," he stuttered, after a second of silence. The other, who had looked slightly out of place, smiled awkwardly.

"It's fine," he said shortly, "I was liberally stretching my legs."

He returned the smile embarrassedly, "No, it's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going."

The striking features shrugged, "It's both out faults, then," he concluded.

Nodding in silent agreement, he turned and sat on the other end of the bench. For a long moment they both watched as parents played with their children. A little girl flapped her hands wildly as she slid down the slide and into her mother's arms. A man was singing a children song as he pushed both a girl and a boy on the swings. A couple were taking pictures avidly of their toddler as he attempted to climb the stairs.

Feeling eyes on him, he turned his head and met breathtaking icy eyes. The red haired man was smiling lazily.

"Makes you nostalgic for when you were a kid, huh?"

After sparing it a thought, he shook his head, "Not really."

They both laughed, and then he extended his hand to his companion.

"I'm Bryan," he introduced himself.

The other nodded, shaking it firmly, "Yuri," he said.

Bryan looked at the playground again, "I'm not usually this kind of person, but today really is a beautiful day."

"I agree," Yuri answered, "Weird though—everyone's wearing coats when yesterday it was so hot I took my shirt off!"

Bryan shook an image of the man shirtless from his head and looked at him incredulously, "You're joking? It was freezing yesterday!"

An eyebrow rose in amused confusion, "Just where were you yesterday, the North Pole?"

Laughing, Bryan shook his head. He wasn't sure if the other was telling the truth, but decided to let the matter go.

"So anyway, Yuri," he began, "What do you do?"

"Oh, me? Well, I still am at university. Though I work part-time as a waiter," Yuri responded quite easily, and Bryan was glad that he wasn't uptight.

"What'd you study?" he encouraged the conversation.

"Architecture," Yuri said and grinned as though remembering something very pleasant.

"Wow," Bryan exclaimed, "Well, that beats me."

Yuri was not facing him fully, "What about you?"

"Not much—I work in a tattoo shop." Bryan replied and put his hands behind his neck, looking slyly at the other and watching for a reaction. At first Yuri's features remained stationary, then they twitched, and then he looked incredulous.

"Not much?" he snorted, "I'd say that's way cool." His eyes had narrowed mischievously and Bryan watched with apprehension, "So you have a lot of tattoos?"

Bryan shrugged, "Part of the trade."

Yuri reclined into the bench as child squealed and laughed loudly from the monkey bars. "I love tattoos," he admitted.

Bryan's brow rose, "Yeah? So you have some?"

"Just one."

They shared a smile in the thrill of the body art, and Bryan felt his breath being carried away once again. He was deciding whether it was best to end this right then and leave when Yuri moved to his feet and stretched.

"Well, I better get going," he said, and offered his hand for Bryan to shake, "It was nice meeting you."

"Likewise," Bryan nodded.

Yuri turned to leave and then faced him again.

"You know," he said, hesitantly, "I was thinking about getting another tattoo for the longest time. If you're good, I might just come to your shop."

Bryan was surprised for a moment. "You can drop in for a look," he replied quickly to cover up.

Yuri nodded.

"Do you live far from here?" Bryan asked.

Yuri glanced at him and then shook his head no. "A couple minute walk," he informed.

"Well," Bryan grinned, "How do you feel about meeting here around 10ish tomorrow?"

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