There were strong, warm arms wrapped securely around her. She sighed contently, pressing her cheek against the muscled chest behind her and listening to the steady heartbeat. His lips pressed gently against her hair, before brushing past her ear to whisper softly to her.
"I love you."
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Hikaru awoke with tears streaming down her face. Her hands automatically lifted to wipe away the trails of salty water. Her wide eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling.
The same dream again... the memory of when he finally told me that he loved me. It was the last time I spoke to him.
Hikaru pushed herself out of her bed, the blankets tangling around her ankles as she stumbled through the darkness to her bedroom door.
She could still hear his voice, quietly singing in her ears, drawing her like a moth to flame. Wherever he went, she would always follow.
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It was freezing. Cold air buffeted her slim figure, chilling her through her thin pajama shirt. Hikaru moved hurriedly through the empty streets, silver moonlight painting the silent houses in subtle shades of gray. Suddenly, a flash of black caught her eye.
She skidded to a stop, a gasp escaping her lips. She could see another shadow beside hers. Bending down, she touched a trembling hand to the all too familiar shape.
"Ryuga." Hikaru murmured, eyes softening. She stood again, glancing briefly at the shadow before moving on.
The moonlight lit the way, spilling across the soft brown earth as she left the houses behind. Hikaru had reached the sparse woods on the city's outskirts.
She continued on, pushing determinedly through the branches that clawed at her clothes and snagged her hair.
I'm almost there. Wait for me, my love.
Hikaru broke through the trees, almost falling into the clearing. In the center of the clearing, a small wooden structure had been erected. Hikaru staggered closer, dropping to her knees before it.
This was a memorial that had been built for Ryuga, whose body could not have been recovered for a proper funeral. All the bladers had all helped in making it, each person nailing on a piece of wood and saying a few words of respect before moving aside for the others. Hikaru dimly remembered sobbing hysterically before she was pulled away.
They had tried to comfort her, saying meaningless words of sympathy. However, she knew what the others thought of her, what they whispered behind her back. They thought she had lost her mind and was crazed for his love.
But now, there was no one to take him away from her.
She ran her fingers over the smooth wood. It was painted with a weather-resistant coating, as she had insisted to build the memorial out of prying eyes. Ryuga had never been fond of large crowds or stifling cities. So the forest had been a logical location, as it was close enough to visit often, but far away from any annoying outsiders.
A dragon was etched into the surface, its three heads held regally and its mouths wide in a soundless roar.
"Ryuga..."
Hikaru felt around the structure's base. At the corner, there was a hole where some idiot had accidentally missed the nail and swung the hammer into the wood. She reached for her beyblade, holding its weight in her hands. She didn't blade anymore, but Aquarius was still a part of her. She nudged it into the hole until it was completely hidden in the opening. This way, she could stay forever with her love.
She stayed for the rest of the night, dreaming of their love that continued even in death.
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A/N: Yay, my writer's block is finally gone!
Anyways, this is set after Ryuga's death. Basically, he and Hikaru were an established couple, and this is my take on how Hikaru would feel now that he's gone.