Recently I have craving for slow fics. You know those stories where everything is super slow and the characters are there, doing nothing but being idle. Where they feel happy and sad at the same time, where their thoughts are in void. They are just existing and yet that is more than enough.
I came across a couple of those stories in various fandoms and I loved them! And I thought to myself 'Hm, why shouldn't I write it myself too?'

Doing this for experimental sake. This will be small series.

And also I will be starting off by re-posting an old chapter which I deleted long ago, due to copyrights of song, blep.
This chapter might or might not go along the chapters that will follow after this; still deciding. And I am making no sense.

Shutting up now.

I don't own beyblade.

Warning: A mild sexual scene is included in this.

Chapter 1
Pauses

For a moment they stared at each other, not exchanging a word. Around them the snow was falling silently from the steel grey skies, but they appeared to be still, like statues.

After a pregnant pause, did it broke.

"You grew a beard" She commented in a hoarse voice. Was she thirsty or was having a cold? He guessed. Her vocal sounded cracked.

"I didn't realize it"

At this, Hiromi raised her eyebrow. Was that a comment thrown in nonchalance or infused in sarcasm?

It was safer to opt for former one, because he didn't care. Neither about himself or others. Especially her. The last thought clenches her heart.

Nevertheless she smiled and went to him, slipping her arms around his torso and whispering;

"I am so glad you are back"

Early she would rise and leave for the job. And come back somewhere around mid-night. Kai asked her about this and she shrugged it off, saying its closing season that's why they are overworking her. For some strange reason it felt like a lie. But he kept that opinion to himself. He came just like recently and has some gall to start questioning.

A total bastard he is, Kai berated himself in thoughts.

Kai threw his head back in pleasure, as he came down from an ecstasy. A deep rumbling groan escaped from his parched lips. Never in his life, had He felt so wonderful. Hiromi collapsed on him, breathing heavily. Kai was about to run his fingers on her back when all of sudden she propped herself up and got off him. She then curled on her side, pulling up the sheets.

Kai was puzzled by this. But then he shrugged it off, thinking she must be tired. After all they did it after such a long time, so it's only natural she was exhausted. Still it didn't stop him from wrapping his arms around her and pressing his callused palms on her flat stomach, bringing her close to him.

The brunette stiffened in his arms and let out a startled noise, as though she wasn't expecting this. Kai didn't notice the gesture.

He leaned in and softly whispered;

"I had a really great time….

"I am glad you did" Hiromi said quietly.

She became relaxed when he ran his fingers on her skin.

A cat purred, stretching its back leisurely, before curling up. Kai then rubbed the cat's fluffy coat. The creature hummed in contentment.

'At least it doesn't hate me, but a certain someone does….'

By now, Hiwatari was sure sort confirmed of this that Hiromi was acting strange. She would no longer laugh at the silly sitcoms they would watch together. She no longer leaned against him. No affectionate nips and hickeys. Even the smiles were so fake. Where was that smile that was only for him?

A time did came when Kai thought for a second that maybe the ice had finally broken. It happened when he was going to shave his beard.

Kai was having difficulty shaving. Should he start from top or bottom?

Hiromi was folding clothes and was keeping them in linen cupboard. Every so often, she glanced at him and found him struggling. Unable to resist, she went to him.

"I could shave it for you…May i?"

Kai raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything. He only nodded.

After 5 minutes, Kai was seated in a wooden chair, the front of his shirt covered with a towel and Hiromi sitting on his lap. He titled his head, so that Hiromi has no problem in mapping the area.

The brunette loaded the brush with shaving cream and starting applying it on his face. The dual colored hair individual was basking in her concentration.

The way she made strokes, the way her eyes darted to get a better angle, her gentle movements in his neck, so as to allow her to tilt his head the way where she wanted. Her orange blossom scent overwhelming him. It was heaven.

When it was time to shave, ever she was careful so she doesn't scar his face. The softening in her ruby eyes melted his insides. When it was done, she leaned back to admire her work.

It was then their eyes made contact and after such a long time, Kai saw a flicker of fire in them. Maybe the walls were coming down.

But a phone call interrupted their moment. The fire diminished at once and off she went to attend that call.

Kai cursed the caller in his dreams that following night.

Kai stood up immediately and walked towards their room. It's time they settle this. He wasn't a man of many words but being straightforward was his way of handling the things. Less mess and no delays, simple. But as he approached the door, he heard a sob.

Hands trembling slightly, he gripped the knob and stepped inside. On the floor, a drawer was pulled out from the chest of drawers, its contents spilling everywhere. Squinting at them, he found they were photos. Photos of Blade breakers in tournament days. Photos of them, when they started dating.

And just beside the pile, there she was, sitting with her head between her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs.

He now finally understood it. It's not that she doesn't want to express her love for him. It's just that she was afraid now. Afraid that the moment she begins doing it, he might leave her again.

She was tired of this rigorous cycle. She no longer wants her heart to be broken again and again. She had it.

Hiromi looked up and stared at him, her eyes red and nose swollen. She gulped and mouthed, her lips forming the words;

'I am sorry…..'

Kai went to her and hugged her. No he was the one that should be sorry. He shouldn't take people like Hiromi for granted. He vowed to himself that he would never leave her side again or else he might lose her forever. Fate has given him another chance. Better not screw it this time.

"Let me…Let me mend you….please" He mumbled against her hair.

She clutched the back of his shirt in response.

It was then did the walls finally came crashing down. Maybe he was just imagining it, but he did hear an echo.

Heavily inspired from song 'Who you lovin' by Conrad Sewell. It's such a kaihil song.

And yes, the title is from a song too; 'Singing low' by The Fray. Leave it to them for engulfing you in feels :'D

I remember dedicating this to Sora aka Sharingan Blossoms so I am dedicating it again now. Hope you are well dear! I miss you :*

Reviews?

~Noni.