A/N: Yes, I finally wrote a Beyblade fic, and, of course, it's Takao/Max. Yay! Hmm, basically, Takao drags Max outside while it's raining so he can play around, and Max thinks about love, Takao, and loving Takao. It's packed with fluff, so get ready with your pillows. (You might want to cuddle something after reading it.)
Thoughts In The Rain
We've been standing out here for what seems like hours, and I don't even know why. I'm cold and I'm wet and I'm almost pissed off at you right now, yet I don't think I've ever felt as much devotion and adoration for you as I do right now. You're like a little kid, running around and catching drops in your mouth. Your wet hair clings to your forehead and face, and your head is bowed back, eyes closed.
It seems like you totally trust the earth not to thrust a rock into your path, and trust the lightning not to strike your head. You're running around, eyes shut, arms flailing. Then again, I don't see how the earth and lightning could ever betray you. I don't see how anyone or anything could ever possibly betray you.
You pause momentarily, tilt your head to the side, and try to knock some water out of your ear. Then, you right yourself and continue running.
I'm still cold, even wetter than before, but I don't think I'm half as mad at you now as I was before. My arms are crossed tightly across my chest, and I get the feeling it's less because of the cold than because I don't want you to see my heart pounding in my chest.
Do you know what I feel for you? Sometimes, I get the feeling you do. I've gotten the feeling that you're psychic, but then again, if you were, you would not have lost a single match, unless you had some sort of a code of honor thing. No, I think you're oblivious to my feelings for you.
Do I love you, though? I'm beginning to have doubts. Sometimes I don't want to be around you. I just want to get away, hide somewhere, and beg the world to leave me be. Sometimes I shudder just hearing your name, and I know somehow it is far from being a shudder of pleasure.
Other times, just the sound of your voice can make my head spin, fuzzy and pounding out the sweet melody of my heartbeat. I barely brush against you, and it takes my breath away. How do I know that love is real? How do I find out if I truly am in love with you?
You open your eyes, smiling widely, and slowly turn to look at me. Your eyes are both mischievous and innocent, and the water is dripping down from your chin and your hair. You are faintly blushing from all the running around you were doing, and your breathing is slightly shallow. I wonder briefly if this is the way you look when you lose yourself in sensual pleasure.
You reach out and touch my hand, and then up to touch my face, and I suddenly get the feeling that there is no doubt in my mind: I love you, completely and in the fullest sense of the word, and I always will.
"I love you, Takao" I whisper, and from the way your face softens and yet brightens up at the same time, I know you heard me.
"I love you, too, Max," you whisper back, and I am suddenly drowning, not in the rain, but in my own love for you.
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"Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray..."