The wind gushes flat in the mild afternoon of September, in the neighborhood the streets full of walkers, just like our boys. Light clothing and carefree eyes, Takao and Max in front and to follow Rei and Kai.

Takao wears a simple printed t-shirt and dark blue jeans at the knee level, for this rare occasion his friends have convinced him to abandon his faithful hat to the dojo, now he is a common street boy and not the renowned champion. Max equally modest, a yellow tank top and white cargo pants also at the knee. Having spent two months in America he had a caramelized complexion able to make the sweet blond strands shine, he seemed even more mature abandoning his usual naivety, which did not go unnoticed by his teammates. It was just finished the first world tournament of Beyblade, in which they met many people, experienced various events, good or bad, learned over time understand each other: their limits; fears; certainties and much more. Having to endure all this at the mercy of their own self, they learned to respect each other and matured quickly.

But back to us.

Behind the younger ones, the adults follow quietly. Rei in white sleeveless shirt combined with long cream silk trousers, hair neatly hairstyled in a herringbone braid. Arguing with Russian for more or less. The latter, like the others, has opted for a casual clothing completely in contrast with his usual look, but not denying his extravagant tastes. In the last week he has shortened his locks a bit and together with the black pants of torn jeans and a white shirt enriched with studs along the collar, give him a fresh and mysterious air. The face finally cleaned from the war paintings make it mature compared to his friends. What a strange word, this floating in the head of the poor boy so accustomed to loneliness and the most visceral hatred for the world, to find himself suddenly to feel sympathy and even affection for those 3. In his life he never thought to get involved in the abyss of the family, especially to be himself to want it. He remembered the moment of his first encounter with Takao, crystal clear as the sky, then rage and presumption flashed sun in his thoughts as he moved the first steps of the tournament. As events passed, he moved further away from his companions until he arrived in Russia, where he finally felt at home. Now he was smiling at that mischievous little boy who quickly became conscientious with his blue hair ahead of him.

Their goal was a newly opened ice cream shop, and anyone who had spoken about it well in the neighborhood decided to try. They had set off recently when at the corner of the street the local peeped in their eyes, and unfortunately also the row of people waiting. Fortunately Rei, I imagined the inconvenience, had phoned the previous day ordering a table of four in his name.

The place was not bad at all, the interior Industrial wooden and various objects in black and orange. The boys are seated at a table at the corner of a wing, Takao and Max sit on benches resting on the wall, Kai and Rei on the opposite side on round stools quite high. The youngest observe the wall behind them decorated with numerous paintings gold accents, in the meantime the largest scrutinizing the sides of the room notice here and there of the "trees of money", a rather apt choice to wish the new activity a long future.

In a few minutes a very benevolent and joyful waitress takes care of their orders, managing to satisfy them all in all in a short time. A thick cloud of accents, shouts, exclamations infest the small room; Takao, Max and Rei among them almost shouting in their turn to be able to understand the speeches corretam4nte. Kai turn bored the fork in the white napkin under his wrist, praying numerous gods to quickly abandon that hell.

A scream behind the boys leaves them in trance for a few seconds, eyes wide open and forks falling casually from the hands, banging on the coffee table clinking. They turn frozen over a small group of neighboring girls screaming that they have recognized the famous blader quartet. Suddenly the room falls in silence, before the chaos breaks out. Now half the local knew who they were.

-Just plain fantastic. - Kai's sour voice breaks the silence at their table, glaring at anyone who is in his sights, including of course his comrades, who meanwhile greeted their embarrassed fans. Rei of bias could easily see the nervous spray out of every pore of Kai. They had to find an excuse to leave this screaming cage right now.

One of the girls in the group steps forward at their table keeping his eyes on Takao, after a few nods of apology sends him a kiss with his hand. Looking back, the eyes fall heavy on the boy. Feeling under pressure, he also responds by throwing her a kiss. The girl's friends come alive with joy by copying her action this time on Rei, who responds less awkward and more convincing. Max's turn includes many kisses exchanged here and there accompanied by winks.

Now everything had stopped again. Kai could hear the looks burning the back of his head, wide open his eyes to the empty plate abandoned just now. Turning a slight eye he could now see the entire bar with bated breath, and he was certainly not far behind. His mind's out of it, yelling at him to do something. First, he closes his pupils firmly, raises his muscular back, filling the void created between him and the back of the stool, a deep breath to purify thoughts while remaining motionless.

The rubies suddenly open on Takao. The long, dry, pale fingers of the Russian resolutely approach the lips, and with determination, kiss the blue-haired blader. The blow inflicted with too much violence strikes the face of the youngest making him helpless, while an entire teardrop room of sweat from his temples. Dark Max and Rei in the face check with small gestures if Takao still breathes.

-Is everything okay?- asks the crow leaning out as best he can.

The Russian by his side hasn't felt this frozen inside since the last fateful dive in lake Bajkal. He's looking forward to an answer from the youngest, and here she is.

A simple lift of thumb accompanied by a brilliant smile.

-I'm fine.-

Long sighs of relief are now drawn from the small bar.