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…Sorry. Lost it there for a moment.

Sorry it's taken so long to update. Work is ticking me off, and I had a mild case of writer's block. But enough with the excuses. On with the fic!


Ignoring the mid summer afternoon heat, Max runs through the thick crowds of people, using his training to effortlessly dodge the people in his way, while keeping an eye out for a certain, heartbroken Frenchman.

"Excuse me," Max says as politely as his breathlessness allows him, speaking with an elderly woman carrying a small kitten in one hand, a walking stick in the other. "I'm looking for a guy with short green hair and gray eyes, about yay tall with a heartbroken expression on his face. Did he run past here at all?"

The elderly lady smiles kindly, and with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she replies. "Ah, yes, he did child. I hope you aren't the one who caused such a nice young man to feel this way." In her hand, the small kitten meows, as if agreeing with her.

Max frantically shakes his head. "Oh no, I would never do anything like that. Did you see him? Where is he?"

Motioning with her walking stick, the little elderly woman points towards a secluded ocean view look out. "That is where you will find him, child."

"Thank you so much!" Max gratefully calls out over his shoulder as he starts running in the direction she is pointing in.

The old woman merely smiles as she begins to walk in the opposite direction. "Isn't that adorable, Samuel?" she hums to the kitten in her possession, who gazes up at her, twitching his ear. "Ah me, young love." The young kitten merely starts purring in reply.

After climbing the mountainous steps to the lookout, Max leans against his knees to catch his breath. Small beads of sweat appearing on his temples and brow, and he wipes them away with the sweatband around his wrist. He stands up straight and draws in a deep breath, holding it for a fraction of time, then releasing it slowly. He walks out from behind a small line of green hedges and steps out on to the lookout.

There, leaning on his elbows against the rails, stands Oliver, his head bowing forward, letting the sea breeze play with his elegant green hair. But the small trails of silver adorning his cheeks is what stands out the most. He looks so beautiful and peaceful, and yet, there is this sadness radiating from him, enough to make even the hardest of criminals feel a little bit sympathetic towards him.

Oliver is a gentle person by nature, and Max knows this. He also knows, that despite his outwardly appearance, he is truly hurting inside.

"Oliver?" Max calls out gently as he quietly takes a few steps forward.

"Oh?" Oliver almost gasps out in surprise, his hand moving quickly to his face to hastily wipe away all evidence of tears. "Max. What are you doing here?" he asks as he turns around to face him, forcing a smile to his lips, in a facade to convince him that nothing is wrong.

"Oh, Oliver," Max merely shakes his head sadly, seeing right through him. "Come here," he doesn't demand, but requests, opening his arms for him as he steps closer. As soon as those words leaves his lips, Oliver's smile disappears and he falls into his arms, curling his fingers tightly around the material of his shirt and ducks his head under his chin. Max wraps his arms around the teen, one resting on his back, while the other moves the run comforting fingers through his hair. As Oliver sheds silent tears, he begins to whisper small words of comfort into his ear, noting to himself how right Oliver feels against him, and how soft and silky his hair really it. He has always mentally compared Oliver's hair to expensive and delicate green satin and silk.

Soon, the tears being to slow, and then eventually they stop, but they do not part. Oliver makes no attempt to push the optimistic blond away from him. Instead, he finds himself nuzzling his head under his chin, tilting his head ever so slightly to listen to the rhythmic and soothing sound of his heartbeat. Max's essence is full of kindness, friendliness and sympathy. No one has ever held him in such a way before. Right now, Tyson feels like a faraway thought. But, there is this sense of resentment towards him. Had he have known about his feelings for Kai, he would never have bothered with the teen. Especially now, after finding out what he has done, the jealously towards Kai's budding relationship with Miguel, to his childishness with dealing with those feelings.

But, that's just the way he is. In some cases, he can seem quite mature. Then he ruins that image by saying or doing something so incredibly stupid you feel like an idiot for even thinking of such a thing.

"I can understand why Tyson likes Kai so much," Oliver whispers softly, quietly enough so only Max can hear him. He's whispering because he doesn't wish to break this silence of comfort and contentment Max has brought with his mere presence alone. "He's beautiful, smart, talented and kind. I would never be able to compete with him."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Oliver," Max quickly replies, moving to nestle his cheek in his hair. "You're beautiful, smart, talented, and kind as well."

A light dusting of red immediately grows across his features, and Oliver finds himself smiling in embarrassment. "You're just saying that."

"Sometimes the truth is the easiest thing to say."

An expression of shock flitters across his features, before he smiles again. "Thank you." He feels Max smile against his hair, then he sighs, seemingly reluctant, he takes a step back. Oliver feels a tinge of pain when the warmth of Max's body disappears and he shivers from the lost and the cool sea air.

"Look," Max says as he runs a hand through his unruly blond hair. "Tyson isn't a bad person. He's just a little dense when it comes to matters like this. He's world revolves around Beyblade, food, himself and Kai. He's always been a little obsessed with Kai. Curiosity got the best of him first. You see, no one like Kai has ever shown themselves before."

Oliver presses his lips together and nods his head in agreement. "That's true."

"Gradually, it grew into an obsession," Max continues, walking over to the guard rail and leaning against it, his eyes gazing out across the water. "Kai was a challenge, an enigma, someone who could give him a run for his money. With Beyblade matches and constantly getting himself in trouble, I think Tyson realized that the only thing he had in common with Kai is Beyblade," he shakes his head almost sadly. "and he wanted more."

Once again, Oliver finds himself nodding in agreement, carefully taking in these words and truly beginning to understand. "And when he saw the blossoming friendship between Miguel and Kai, he reacted in the only way he knew how." he says as he moves to stand beside Max, but instead of gazing out at the sea, he keeps his gaze on Max, mentally noting the way his blond hair seems to catches small shimmers of sunlight, turning the blond stands into gold.

He has always considered Max to be cute. But right now, he is looking handsome. The serious look on his face, the determination to make him understand in his eyes. How come he has never seen him in such a way before?

"Yeah," Max nods his head once. "He began comparing himself to Miguel, and subconsciously pointed out his flaws, blowing them out of proportion. Like he usually does."

"He hated Miguel because he thought he was pulling Kai away from him when all along he was the cause of Kai drifting further away from him," Oliver continues, a small sad smile on his lips and a tiny wince when he realizes the pain Tyson must have felt when Kai told him how he really felt about Miguel and how he found him to be an annoyance more than a love interest.

That really must've hurt. A real blow to the ego at least.

"Yeah," Max says again with a far away look in his eyes. He then smiles brightly, and turns to face Oliver. "Anyway, that's my theory."

Oliver tilts his head to the side and smiles, letting the wind play with his hair. "I think you might be on to something, Max."

A puppy dog grin appears on Max's face and he playfully sticks his tongue out before saying, "I guess I'm not just a pretty face after all."

Oliver lifts his hand to his mouth and laughs with genuine warmth, a warmth he hasn't felt for a long time. "You know what?" he asks, removing his hand from his mouth and begin twirling a strand of green hair between his fingers. "I think after hearing all that I can finally move on. What I was feeling was just a crush, right? An infatuation."

Max's eyes soften with concern. "You sure you're ok?"

"Never felt better," Oliver replies quickly with a grateful and genuinely happy smile. "Thank you, Max. You're really something, you know?"

"Aw, shucks," Max says with embarrassment, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck. "It's nothing."

The smile on his lips never falters as he continues to gaze at the blond. He really does feel happy. It's strange how one minute you feel as though you're heart is going to stop. When in the next, your heart feels like its fluttering like a butterfly.

This fluttering feeling in his chest, it's nothing he has ever felt before. He's not short of breath, so there's nothing wrong with his health. In fact, it's actually quite invigorating. He also feels just a little bit nervous and he begins to play with his hair.

"Do you…" Oliver starts to ask, hesitant to continue and ask the question he so wishes to ask. But after receiving a look of interest from Max, he finds the courage to ask. "Do you have anything planned for this afternoon?"

Max blinks his big blue eyes for a moment and Oliver begins to chew on his bottom lip, showing his fraying nerves. Then Max smiles warmly, his eyes slipping close to show his contentment. "Nope. I'm free."

"I'm glad," Oliver says in relief and hope surges through him. "Do you want to do something? Maybe get something to eat?"

Max places a finger to his cheek in thought, his eyes glancing towards the heavens. Getting something to eat sounds good. Suddenly, a light bulb goes off in his head. "Hmm, maybe later. First, lets go for a walk," he says, offering his arm much like those historical gentle do in those old movies his mother watches when she thinks no one else is around. "There's something I want to show you."

"I'd love to," A light dusting of red graces his cheeks as he loops his arm through Max's, easily moving to walk beside him. Strange. It's almost like he's meant to be next to Max. "Lead the way."

"You'll love it, I promise."

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Miguel stands before the large glass doors that lead to the balcony of his rented apartment, his eyes neither gazing out through the glass or at his reflection. He sighs and presses his hand up against the cool glass, then lets his forehead rest against it.

After their little drama at the movie theater, the one that can easily rival any of the movies shown there, and a little after Oliver's departure, everyone went their separate ways. Kai said he needed to get his head sorted out and disappeared.

Miguel feels his heart tighten. After Tyson blurted out that he was in love with Kai, he could have sworn his heart stopped. Kai and Tyson have known each other much longer than he has. They've got a history together. True, that history mainly involves Beyblade, but it's still something.

He can't lose him now. Kai means the world to him.

Suddenly, a pair of familiar hands grasps onto his own, causing him to turn around and stare into the eyes he loves so much. "Kai…"

"Stop it," Kai tells him suddenly with a quickly shake of his head, tightening his grip on his hand.

His heart skips a beat. "What?"

"Stop worrying," Kai says, loosing his grip on his hand suddenly and presses himself against his chest, his lithe arms wrapping themselves around Miguel's neck. "You know Tyson has nothing over you. There's no way he'll be able to 'win' me over."

Immediately, Miguel places his arms around Kai, relief filling his entire being as he buries his face in the curve of Kai's neck, breathing in his intoxicating essence. Small tears of relief sting at his eyes. There's also a small part of him feeling guilty that he would even consider Kai leaving him for Tyson. Kai promised to stay with him always, and he never fails to keep a promise.

"I'm sorry," Kai says as he leans back slightly to look into his eyes, guilt swimming in his own. "When I said I wanted to get my head sorted, I didn't mean I needed to sort out my feelings for Tyson. The only feelings I have for him is begrudgingly friendship. Nothing more," he shakes his hand and slips his hands from Miguel's neck and frames his face in his hands. "I love you," he whispers to him. "And there's nothing he can do to make me change my feelings for you. Nothing."

Miguel smiles lovingly down at him and places a hand on the small of Kai's back, pulling him closer against him, pressing his lips against his. After feeling Kai's lips reassuringly move against his, he deepens the kiss, asking permission to enter the warm interior of his mouth. Kai immediately grants him permission and moves his arms to warp around his neck again, pulling himself deeper into the kiss.

There is simply no way he's going to let anything, or in this case anyone get in between him and this wonderful person that he loves so much. He'd go to hell before that happens.

"I love you too," Miguel sighs as he buries his face in the curve of Kai's neck again. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

"Don't waste you time on meaningless thoughts like that," Kai hums as he nestles his cheek against Miguel's shoulder.

Miguel chuckles and Kai feels him smile against his neck. "Ok."

A sigh of relief escapes Kai's throat and he tighten his arms around Miguel. Crisis diverted. Thank the heavens. But now they have another problem on their hands.

What are they going to do with Tyson?


-Pinches Max's cheek- Isn't he the sweetest little ol' thing you ever did see? X3 Awwwww… Oliver is one lucky little Frenchman, isn't he? Kai and Miguel. They just make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, don't they? I must do more Miguel/Kai in the future. Yep, yep.

Oh, by the way, has anyone done a Max/Oliver before? Just curious.

Please review.