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CAUTIONARY WARNING DOS: IF YE BE ALLERGIC TO FLUFF, THIS STORY WILL CAUSE ANY OF THE FOLLOWING SYMPTOMS: SNEEZING, HEADACHES, NASEUA, MIGRAINES, VOMIT, A TRIP TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM. YE BE WARNED.

After a few attempts at bey battles, Gingka soon decided he was not in the right frame of mind to be battling other bladers. With a stormy expression running across his face, Gingka walked slowly towards his normal place of rest. Bey Park. But unfortunately, being there only continued to remind him of Madoka, whom he was less than pleased with at the present.

Gingka couldn't quite comprehend how Madoka could care more about cleaning Kyouya's bey than talking to him about what had happened between them at the park. Thinking of this made him feel a flurry of emotion, only a few of which he could place. Frustration was forefront, followed closely by anger. Deep within the swirl of feeling, he could comprehend hurt and jealousy over his brown haired friend.

But when he actually thought of Madoka, a strange, fluttery sort of feeling invaded the pit of his stomach. Gingka wasn't quite sure what this feeling was but by itself, the feeling wasn't entirely unpleasant. Though, when paired with the afore mentioned emotions, a colossal headache threatened to overwhelm his senses and confusion laced all his thoughts.

So as Gingka stormed through Metal City, he tried to avoid thinking of anything at all. Doing so appeased the throbbing in his temples to a dull ache that left him in a less than desirable mood.

The sun was setting as Gingka made his way once more towards Madoka's shop. Having left his headache behind, Gingka found himself in a much clearer state of mind. Being that his head was no longer a cloudy, murky nightmare Gingka found himself able to think of Madoka and what he would say to her when he saw her. So lost was he in his own thoughts, that he didn't notice Kyouya until they were both sprawled haphazardly across the ground. Rubbing his head and shaking stars from his eyes, Gingka looked up to glare at the green haired blader. Kyouya stared back with an annoyed albeit slightly amused expression splayed across his handsome features.

"Distracted Gingka?" The ginger haired boy only turned his head away in response. "Understandable but next time, pay attention to who you run into. Wouldn't want to hurt an innocent girl, would we?"

Gingka blushed furiously. "I would never hurt Madoka!" Standing up to face Kyouya, his hands curled into fists in agitation.

Kyouya smirked. Sliding his hands into his pockets and slouching past the irritated boy, he calmly replied, "I don't remember mentioning Madoka in my accusation." Ignoring the red haired blader's splutters of protest, Kyouya continued at a leisurely pace until he was lost to Gingka's vision.

Gingka stood in the exact same spot for a few moments before continuing on his way. After his less than satisfactory encounter with Kyouya, Gingka's headache was back full force. A storm cloud seemed to hang over his head as he approached B-Pitt. Stopping just outside the door to gather his wits and attempt to calm the wild pounding in his temples, Gingka was thoroughly surprised to find himself sprawled across the ground for the second time that day.

Madoka let out a small breath of air as she collided with something solid. Madoka felt herself falling forward and with another outtake of air, landed face first into the solid something she had run into to begin with. Lifting her head up weakly, she saw herself staring into a pair of familiar hazel eyes. They gazed back at her curiously before filling with an unrecognizable flood of emotions.

Madoka flushed a deep crimson as she finally comprehended the position she was in. Scrambling to her feet, she brushed non-existent dirt from her clothes. Grasping her hands together nervously, she apologized, "Sorry Gingka. I wasn't looking where I was going and I was lost in my own thoughts and..." Madoka trailed off realizing that if she didn't stop while she was ahead, she would begin to babble on about pointless things.

Gingka pulled himself to his feet quickly, his own cheeks suddenly stained light pink. Madoka was apologizing and he knew he should be listening but she was so pretty and her lips were so soft looking and her hair fell in just the right way. Gingka found himself taking a step closer unconsciously, as if his body were drawn by a string to her. She was looking down at her feet now and Gingka couldn't help but notice how adorable this action was.

"Gingka, about this morning. I was really rude to you, but you know how I get about beys. It was just so dirty and...I guess I'm just trying to say...sorry." Her voice was a mere whisper as he took another step closer to her small frame. They were scant inches apart, each able to feel the others warm breath. Gingka suddenly was overwhelmed with a landslide of emotion. loveherlikeherlustforher. jealouswantneed. Gingka didn't know what to think, so he didn't.

He stretched out a hand and grasped her chin between thumb and forefinger, pulling her face softly towards him. He knew he should say something, the way she was looking at him clearly stated that but his head was just completely blank. He hadn't a clue of what he should do. They stood frozen for a second that stretched into a decade that stretched into a century. His heart screamed kissherkissherkissher! His body shouted runawayrunawayrunaway!

Madoka's heart completely stopped when Gingka's soft fingers made contact with the sensitive skin just under her mouth. Her entire being trembled and her eyes frantically searched his. She just knew he was going to kiss her. Only, he was taking a long time to do it. His eyes stayed firmly locked on hers. As time seemed to stretch into eternity, Madoka decided she was tired of waiting. Waiting for him to make the first move, to define their relationship.

So with that incredibly powerful thought running rampant in her not so lucid mind, Madoka leaned forward and placed her soft lips against her best friend's.

Gingka stood rooted to the spot as her oh so soft lips found their way to his. His world was crumbling to pieces around him as his eyes shut and he tentatively placed his hands at Madoka's slender waist. One of her delightfully tiny hands wound it's way through his hair and he marveled in the wonderfully knew sensations that this sort of contact created. A small growl threatened to escape his lips as her hand tugged, it tugged, at his fiery locks.

His arms pulled her closer and the only thought running through his blissfully empty mind was one of pure exaltation. it feels sogoodsogoodsogood. kissingkissingwe'rekissing.

Madoka couldn't quite believe her own audacity. She had kissed him- oh had she kissed him- and then pulled his hair, which she couldn't deny he had seemed to enjoy. And it wasn't even over yet. They were still kissing. Some small part of Madoka's mind wondered if she should be thinking so much or if she should be ignorantly unaware of everything around her.

When they're lips parted and the couple were panting for air, Gingka wasn't quite sure if they had been kissing for seconds, minutes, or years. Time had seemed a little indistinct while kissing Madoka. Kissing Madoka. He still couldn't quite believe it had happened.

Shyly taking Madoka's hand in his own, he hesitantly twined his fingers with hers. Tugging her into a slow walk, he threw words over his shoulder, "The park's still open. Most people will be gone by now. We can...stargaze."

Madoka laughed. "I like stargazing. I like stargazing very much." She followed after Gingka, a faint blush spread delicately across her ivory features, hidden under the silver luminescence of the moon.

Kyouya's head ached. That wasn't the only part of him that ached but he chose to ignore the throbbing pain in his chest. The gray light of the moon illuminated the spot where moments before two old friends had turned into two new lovers. Kyouya wasn't sure why his heart ached so much, though he had a hunch. And this hunch wasn't an idea that he relished, so Kyouya did what he did best. He slid his hands into his pockets. He turned towards the warehouse district.

And he walked away.

A/N So I'm not sure how much I like this chapter. It was crazy difficult for me to right Gingka and Madoka kissing. I kept wanting to add things that Kyouya would do. It was entirely frustrating. Please don't hurt me too much for the events that happened in this chapter. We will be seeing much more Kyouya/Madoka interaction in the coming chapters. But you get to deal with obliviously happy Madoka/Gingka and angst!Kyouya for a chapter or so first. Thanks to all those lovely, lovely reviewers out there who thought my story was worth their time. It means the universe to me.

Mucho love,

Chaos a.k.a. Jess