I'm glad you liked it, SodaPop.
XD
Seeing as your my only reader thus far...
that's whats important!
I do hope though, that this pairing will become more popular.
I know that TWEWY has been rather popular, but it has yet to spark a big hit really in fanfics.
It'll get there.
Hell, I remember a time when Kingdom Hearts fics weren't that big.
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wow, that was ages ago.
lol
It makes me feel old...
Ack, enough chit-chat!
Enjoy the next chapter!
-munches popcorn-
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Chapter 6
...So, Warm...
I felt so groggy as I tried to stretch out.
..that's funny.
What was holding me?
I couldn't move my arms...
or my legs.
I slowly opened my eyes.
Holy Shit!
What was Beat doing in my bed?!
...oh.
heh, right.
I had forgotten that I really had spent the night at his place.
I had feared it might have been just a dream.
Beat's arms were wrapped around me in a tight embrace,
he even had one leg over my thighs.
I blushed slightly, but snuggled into his chest.
I didn't think that it was possible to be this sleepy and yet so awake at the same time.
My body wanted me to sleep,
but the rest of me wanted to watch Beat's sleeping face.
He looked so peaceful...
His eyes closed and his mouth slightly ajar.
I let out a soft chuckle as I noticed a small line of drool coming from the corner of his mouth.
With a sudden rush of bravery,
I leaned up carefully and licked it away.
I made a small face as I lay my head back down.
Morning drool alla Beat.
...I wouldn't recommend it.
As I was silently cringing, Beat shifted.
His legs were now wrapped around my waist tightly.
Damn.
He'd make a good wrestler.
I didn't mind though...
Seeing as I wasn't going anywhere,
I let myself drift back to sleep.
I never realized that Beat smelled so good.
I couldn't help but bury my nose in his shirt as I shut my eyes.
Welcoming sleep in the arms of my skateboarding boyfriend.
The sweet smell of pancakes drifted in and teased my nose as I awoke for the second time that day.
Beat's arms were gone and my eyes shot open.
Sitting up, I could hear someone about in the kitchen downstairs,
and the absence of Beat led me to believe that he was making food...
oh!
My stomach seemed to wake right up, hungry as a bear.
Fooooooooood!
I quickly climbed out of bed,
as fast as my still groggy mind would allow,
and half stumbled down the stairs.
I was just in time to see Beat,
battling in the kitchen.
His opponent...
the evil waffle toaster.
"Dammit, yo! Give me back tha' waffle!"
Beat growled, apparently unable to open the toaster.
I couldn't help but laugh softly.
Beat heard me, blushing as he turned to look at me.
I held up my hands,
"Want some help there?"
I asked sweetly,
a small smile on my lips.
Beat groaned,
striking up his famous 'scared' pose.
With his arms partilly hiding his face, and one leg poised in the air.
"Awwww, man! I got this yo!"
He said, though his face said other wise.
I laughed,
"It's okay, macho man. A little help won't hurt."
I slipped around him and popped open the Waffle toaster.
Using a fork, I pulled out the slightly dark cousin's of pancakes,
placing them on one plate that Beat already had out.
Beat gave a small huff as he poured some more batter.
I pulled looked in the fridge, pulling out some syrup.
As I started to set the small table, I made sure to bump Beat with my hip.
He looked at me and couldn't help but smile.
When we were sat down and eating,
I couldn't help but think...
Maybe this was what it felt like,
when you met with your destiny.
We laughed and talked,
bumping feet and legs under the table.
Could I have fallen this fast for him?
I smiled softly as he leaned toward me,
our lips meeting in a soft sweet kiss.
That was an absolute yes.
I had to run to keep up with Beat as we left his house.
Right after breakfast, he told me he had a Skating competition today.
I grinned though I was mostly out of breath once we got there.
The small corse and bowl were set up in the middle of the Scramble.
All the trafic was blocked from all streets.
Beat hefted his board under his arm, taking my hand as we weaved through the large crowd.
It looked amazing.
Already I could see other skaters on the corse.
There were grinding rails,
ramps,
and of corse the bowl.
Beat had to get signed in,
and helped me find a good seat in the bleachers where I could watch him.
"Root' for me."
Beat whispered in my ear, squeezing my hand.
I smiled softly,
"I will."
I promised.
I watched him dash off, crossing my fingers.
This stuff could be dangerous...
I just hoped he was careful.
Soon all the skaters that had been practicing were called off the corse.
The announcer took the stand with his mega phone,
"A'ight yall! Are you ready to see some hot skating action?!"
He yelled loudly.
The crowd went crazy, sceaming their cat calls to the skaters and shouting to get on with it.
The announcer wasn't happy yet.
"I said!"
I screamed this time,
"Are you ready?!"
This time I couldn't help my self,
standing up like the rest and calling out.
The Anouncer went on to explain the line up,
and I sat back down.
I could see Beat on the sidelines,
Talking to someone that looked familear...
No way!
It was the Teck dude from 777's band.
I didn't know he could even ride a board.
Soon the whistle was blown and the first skater called out.
My hands were getting sweaty.
It didn't start out like I had thought it might.
I figured the first guy might be on an easy level...
but it started out with the bar set high.
On down the line,
More of the guys were doing what I could swear were 1260's.
I bit my lip hard in anticipation.
Then there was a loud gasp as one of the skaters fell after failing his trick.
He hit the cement hard.
I stood up, trying to get a view over the now standing crowd.
The guy was hulled off on a strecher.
My hands were clentched so tightly that it hurt.
'Please, Beat...'
I pleaded silently,
'Be careful.'
"And next, straight from the back streets of Shibuya..."
The announcer loved to draw things out...
"Our own home boy, Dai-erm...Beat!"
I let out a slight chuckle as the announcer had almost called out Beat's real name...
Beat would've layed him flat.
Beat waved to the crowd.
But I could see he was really waving to me.
I waved back, even blowing him a small kiss.
I hoped no one noticed...
He grinned from ear to ear as he headed out onto the corse.
Oh please...
let him do well.
His run started out great.
His grinding skills were amazing,
and his tricks unbelievable.
Then something went wrong.
I thought I saw something...
was that a..
no, noise didn't come out into the RG!
Not in plain sight...
and they didn't attack people that weren't in the game!
But I know what I saw.
And Beat went down.
I don't even remember how long it took me to get down from the bleachers...
It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion as I reached the side lines.
Beat was being lifted into an ambulance they had brought just for these 'accedents'.
I reached for Beats hand, unable to reach it.
His eyes were closed,
though his face was wraught with pain.
Then I saw it.
The claw marks on his side.
Blood was seeping from under his shirt, and the cloth was torn.
A normal fall wouldn't do that.
As the ambulence pulled away with it's sirens blairing...
I couldn't help but think of what Mr. H had said yesterday.
"There's a new Conductor..."
"Something just isn't right about him."
"...Even Jashua is nervous..."
I felt hot tears prick my eyes as I started running to the hospital.
What did all this mean?
I didn't know, but I knew one thing.
Beat had better not die.
...but I didn't doubt that I would dive in after him if he did.
I wasn't going to lose him.
And there was no way I was going to leave him to possible face the game again alone.
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Ohhhhh, drama.
So, why would a noise attack a living person?
Who is this new Conductor?
Will Beat and Neku have to face the Game again?
These questions and more, will be answered...
Thursday evening.
Sorry, thats the soonest I can have the next chapter up!
But I hope you liked the twist.
R&R please!
-Sora