A/N: So I'm back with the second chapter as promised. Sorry for the delay, but school is part of our life, right?

Special thanks for you all that reviewed/followed/added this to their favorite list. I thank you all for the support. If you have any questions regarding this chapter (or anything in general) feel free to ask me.

Paragraphs in italic are flashbacks. Enjoy!

Pairings: Ginga x Madoka x Kyouya, Ryuga x Hikaru.

Warnings: language and minor suggestive themes; this is rated T for a reason.

Disclaimer: You know the drill: Metal Fight Beyblade © Takafumi Adachi.

Presumed Innocent

Chapter 2: Expecting the Unexpected

~xooxoox~

"Ah, Tategami, I have a job for you." Cold, tea green eyes narrowed in front of him.

"Certanly and what would that be?" He tried answering without angering the man. An angry boss was the last thing he wanted right then.

"Nothing too hard for you, boy. Just follow the instructions. I'm sure even scum like you can do this."

He felt like hitting something. Nobody dared to call him scum and get away with it.

"Not all of us are as smart as you are." Kyouya spat, venom in every word.

"I expect you don't want to anger me, Tategami. Get out and don't screw this up like last time, you ungrateful pice of trash!"

He did just that. The man wondered why he even put up with people like his boss. That man was the scum, not him.

Kyouya just let out a sigh. It was going to be a long day.

He thought it would be just a simple job, like his wonderful-excuse-of a boss said. Of course Karma had to stick her fat nose inside and mess it up for him.

Kyouya was supposed to meet a mere client, to convince him to invest in some new project of which he didn't get too many details — damn that bossy boss! The place of the so called meeting was the mall, so nobody would get suspicious of it. To seem professional, he had to wear a simple dark-blue suit, the opened blazer showing the white dress shirt underneath, a black necktie completing the look. For him it was way too formal. He never thought he'd ever had to dress like that, but, sadly, a job was a job and Kyouya sure wasn't feeling like being fired that day.

He decided to take a shortcut and walked past the many clothes shops. Just when he passed a bridal shop — Little White Dress — a glimpse of brown and blue cough his eye. Out of simply curiosity — and complete idiocy, if he may add — Kyouya got closer to the glass window and leaned forward, trying to see better through it. The sight inside shocked him like no tomorrow. A beautiful brunette was twirling around in a white wedding dress, a pregnant bluenette nodding approvingly at her.

The dress wasn't extravangant. In fact, it was rather common. It was a two piece gown, made of matte satin material. The staples bodice and skirt hem were decorated with white sequins and sparkling beads, the corset's zip closure on its back. Even like that, the azure-eyed man thought it suited her like none other could. Even if he would never admit it out loud, the dress was showing all her delicate curves, even if she wasn't as tall or developed as other girls.

He could stare all day, feeling like years since their last encounter, it being not even two months ago.

He knew he had to leave before someone saw him gaping like an idiot at the woman inside, but his body decided to surprise him and act on its own, going straight inside Little White Dress.

The clerk was searching for another dress in the deposit so the two women turned around to see whoever entered the store. One gasped while averting her eyes, the other flashed a wide smile toward the new presence, "It's been a while, Kyouya!"

And so Kyouya Tategami found himself in the worst situation ever.

~xooxoox~

Madoka started her day full of hope. Today she was to go with Hikaru and look for possible wedding gowns, shoes and jewelry.

After taking a long bath, eating a nice breakfast and talking sweet nothings over the phone with Ginga (please note that they weren't living together, yet), the grown up woman called her best girl friend and they both took a ride to the mall.

At first they debated whether to go at Aisles and Smiles or Bridal Dreams, since she heard they were some great wedding shops, but Hikaru convinced her to try first Little White Dress, the place she got her wedding dress from.

Never did it cross her mind that, in the middle of it all, he would come her way.

She had heard the ding of the bell, signaling that a potential customer came inside, and turned out of reflex only to be greeted by his handsome presence.

After just a glance, her heart started beating loudly in her chest. It was enough to make her shy and flushed. The sight of him wearing a suit made her think of how fitting it was, how hot it made him be. But, of curse, anyone would think that; after all, they're talking about The Kyouya Tategami, former leader of the Face Hunters and Team Wild Fang, a Legendary Blader. She had always thought he deserved the World-Class Blader title.

"It's been a while, Kyouya!" Madoka heard Hikaru say and she looked shyly back at the green head murmuring a "Greatings" of her own.

"Yeah, Hikaru," he nodded toward the blue head, "Madoka." Then he turned his gaze toward the brunette, getting a better view of her.

Madoka expected to feel his eyes roam her form hungrily, like that night, his sharp eyes running down her body, taking in her small chest, rounded hips, ending at her legs that seemed to have the softer of skins. She expected to see that dangerous glint in his dark orbs, the one that showed only want and need. That famous smirk of his, that showed the resemblance between him and the great beast he tamed inside of his bey.

The woman had to admit. In that moment, when he towered over her with such a burning gaze, a ferocious look that showed her who dominated whom, when that happened, excitement like no other flowed through her veins alongside alcohol and adrenaline.

He was passionate about beyblading, and — even if she had to blush while thinking it — veryreallyextremely passionate in bed.

Even if the events of that night were blurred the morning after, when she was alone Madoka tried to remember what happened, little by little. And in the end she did remember all of it, the shame growing with every remembrance.

The brunette expected all of that, but was surprised to find him simply glancing at her, a calm aura surrounding him. In that split second, their eyes met and she felt like thirteen again, the man in front of her looking like the boy he once was.

While staring at each other, Hikaru seemed confused by their rather strange behaviour. Finally, she decided to break the silence. "Hmm, she looks good in that dress, doesn't she?"

Kyouya snapped his gaze to her and nodded. "Indeed, it does fit her. I think it'd be a great choice."

"I know, right? That's why I brought her here. If it's about wedding dresses then this is the right place," Hikaru proudly declared while holding her growing stomach.

The man would've liked to contradict and say that if it was about elegance and brand, the right choice was definitely Blushing Bride — and not only because it was sponsored by his company. He saw some of their gowns and was surprised by their originality even if the prices were not low.

How would've he liked to anger Hikaru just for the fun of it, but even he knew not to mess with a pregnant woman. He had a pregnant client once and let's just say that after some arguments, Kyouya couldn't use his right hand for a while.

Yeah, he wasn't risking it again.

Madoka, hearing his comment, considered not buying the dress just because he liked it, but wasn't that stupid to enter his games. He must have told the truth. Not even Kyouya would lie about something as important as this.

All of a sudden the blue haired woman gasped and pressed her palms against her stomach. She smiled. "Ah, easy there. You don't want to surprise me, do you?"

Seeing her like that, Madoka felt an ache in her heart. She often wondered what it feel like. She couldn't wait to have a child of her own. However, she couldn't imagine her and Ginga starting a family so soon. Not yet.

Kyouya seemed to observe her friend, too, since he spoke, "I see you are expecting. Congratulations, Hikaru. Ryuga is lucky to have someone like you. Remind him of that for me, if you don't mind."

From the way he talked, Madoka realised how mature he got over the years. How fast time was flowing.

"Oh, you have no idea! She kept me up all night. Her kicks are really powerful. She's just like her father!"

"Then she'll be a great blader for sure," the brunette replied, a wide smile present on her face. She spun once again and gave one last look into the mirror. Yes, this dress definitely was on her list.

"This one to be, then. But I'd still like to try some other shops." She turned towards Kyouya again. "What about you, Kyouya. I heard you've been in good terms with Blushing Bride. Mind sharing your thoughts?"

After the words left her lips, she realised how natural they felt, as if nothing happened between them. The girl would've expected them to be awkward. She was glad they weren't, and by the looks of it, Kyouya was relived too.

Oh, how much she missed talking to him.

The green head was surprised how good and right his name rolled out her mouth, like she chanted it all her life. He missed the civil conversations they had once.

"Yeah, if you don't mind the price. Don't worry so much. You'll find the right one."

Hikaru decided to make a comment herself just to tease him, "Oh my, now are you some wedding counselor or what? Or maybe you are thinking about marriage yourself. Man, I would've never thought that Kyouya Tategami was thinking of settling down."

He scoffed, "What are you talking about? It's a long time 'till that happens. You know how I am: today a girl, tomorrow another. Nothing's changed."

He felt bad for saying that since he didn't act like that anymore, not since then. Madoka must have had the same bitter feelng since her smile fell back into a frown.

Yeah, that's all I was to him, just some stupid distraction, she thought.

"Yeah, yeah, you playboy. Every girl's at your feet. They all love you, right? Oh, of course they do! Maybe even our sweet, little Madoka would leave Ginga for you!" Hikaru finished with a powerful chuckle, throwing her head back, violet orbs covered by smooth lids. She meant it as a joke, never expecting the two to take it seriously. For a moment Madoka thought she was exposed, her expression turning frantic with worry. Kyouya just widened his eyes, his blood running cold.

And just like that, their awkwardness was back. So much for a quiet day.

~xooxoox~

She felt really comfy. Her head was resting on something warm so she struggled closer to it, wanting to feel more of it. Was she naked? She couldn't tell in that daze.

A musky, masculine scent was entering her nostrils. Was it Ginga? If so, he definitely made the right choice with that cologne.

Smiling to herself, she moaned as her eyes opened only to be greeted by a room she hadn't seen in her life. Alarmed, she got on her knees and pulled the sheets closer to her frame since she was, indeed, stark naked.

Her vision was a little blurry, a headache starting to form. Just how much had she drunk that night?

At that question, she turned towards the other side of the bed only to be greeted by the sight of a sleeping male, naked, chiseled chest raising and falling with every deep breath he took. Her confusion transformed in shock when she saw the long and messy pine-green hair sprayed on the pillow, and — what she knew that were — dark-blue eyes covered by the handsome man's arm.

It seemed that in that exact moment he decided to wake up. He groaned and pushed some green strands out of his eyes. Their eyes met, a moment of silence following.

She screamed. He winced. She fell out of bed, pulling the covers down with her. He used his elbows to support himself and turned towards her. When the girl got up, still using the sheets as a shield, she realised the mistake she did. As she fell, the covers not only left the bed, but him as well. He was completely exposed to her eyes and she felt her face redden at the sight.

The man barely smirked her way, his gruff voice mocking, "Enjoying the view?"

She never felt so embarrassed in her life. Her heart was beating irregularly and she thought it would give up any moment.

He got off the bed and gathered his clothes, making his way to a door that, she figured, led to a bathroom.

"Wh-what are y-you doing?" She hadn't meant to stutter as her eyes were glued on the floor, missing the look he sent her way.

"What does it look like? I'm going to take a shower. Wanna join me?" He sounded as if he meant that, but one look in his dark eyes and she knew he was messing with her. Anger burned deep within her, threatening to break out.

She got to her feet and made her way to him, enraged. He looked surprised when she jabbed a finger to his chest. "Listen here! Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that after you, you—!"

"I what?" He gave her a sharp look, daring her to continue.

She let her hand fall by her side, but her facial expression remained unchanged. "You took advantage of me."

He just hummed in response. "Really? I think you are mistaken. If anyone took advantage of someone, it was you, Madoka. But, it's true, I didn't protest so that's that: you got what you wanted and you have no right or reason to complain to me about it. In fact, last night you sounded like you were ecstatic about it," he said with a smirk.

She opened her mouth, ready to retour with another comment when he continued, "Why don't you just drop it already. Think about it. You just betrayed Ginga's trust and you dare blaming this on me. What kind of girlfriend are you?"

Her eyes widened and he closed the door behind his frame. Tears were threatening to fall as his words sunk in. She had just cheated on her wonderful boyfriend, with one of his best friends nonetheless.

The brunette turned to pick up her own clothes. It was no use to stay there any longer. She felt dirty. Too dirty to face anyone. That day, she spent it all alone, ignoring every call she got. It could've gone just great if it wouldn't have been for the last message she got from the green haired man that day.

'Don't even bother with an explanation, Madoka. Just forget about it. You know I'm not one to kiss and tell. And don't try to contact me on this number. I'll change it right after I send this message.'

A/N: So, how's everyone? I found some time to write since I was inspired, but the next update might not come as soon as this one so yeah, I hope you can understand.

The last flashback was supposed to be the morning after Madoka and Kyouya's night together.

Please leave your thoughts in a review at the end! I hope this satisfied you.

Have a nice day you all,

BlackCatNeko999