Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or Silver Wolf, Black Falcon.
A/N: This is dedicated to Kai-koi who convinced me to do another segment
"Damnit Tyson! This is isn't that hard!" There you go again, yelling at us for even our slightest mistakes. Max and I stand by the second dish, Driger and Draciel all but forgotten. You pay no attention to us; you're entire being focused on Tyson. If anything your anger makes you even more alluring. Kenny is between you and Tyson now, trying his hardest to stop the fight. Unfortunately he's short enough for you and Tyson to yell over his head.
I focus on you, running my eyes over your every feature, although I know them by heart. We seem to have made a silent pact. Wouldn't want to spoil your icy bastard façade, would we? Max catches me watching you, a cheery smile on his face. He leans towards me, grin growing. "So, have you told him yet?" I shake my head, not wanting to answer. I know you don't want the whole team to know that you actually have emotions. And its not that I don't trust Max, but the fact that if I told him about us, I'm sure somehow he would slip up and let Tyson know. And then all hell would break lose. So for now, we'll keep it between us.
I'm drawn from my thoughts by Tyson's yelling. By this time Kenny has given up on trying to get you and Tyson to stop fighting. Max grabs Tyson's arm whispering something in his ear. I remain out of the way, not wanting to get you mad at me. Tyson finally backs down, dark eyes flashing with anger. You walk out of the yard, not telling us where you're going. I sigh, getting a serious case of déjà vu.
*****
Dinner has come and gone and still you're not back yet. Kenny is in his room working on Dragoon and Max and Tyson are on the floor watching some weird sci-fi movie. I must have drifted off because the next thing I know Max is standing over me, smiling. I shake my head, trying to clear the haze as I listen to Max. "Tyson and I are going to sleep," he winked before continuing "don't stay up to late." I stretch out on the couch, picking my book up off the floor. This must be the third time I've read 'Silver Wolf, Black Falcon'. What can I say? It's an excellent book.
The back door opens and I don't move, knowing its you. After all you have a key. You don't come immediately to the living room, instead making a short detour to the kitchen. You make no sound, trying to avoid waking the others. You may act cold but I know deep down you do care. You come out and I move forward, so you can sit behind me. I lean back and you hand me a mug, before wrapping your arm around me. I sniff the liquid and find to my delight that its peppermint tea. I take a sip, the tea warming me. The house is cold and right now I'm too lazy to get up and turn up the thermostat. I drain my mug and setting it on the floor I turn more into your embrace, trying to stay warm. You set your mug to one side before pulling the blanket from the back of the couch over us.
This is how it always starts. We sit on the couch together both of us content to just sit here in each other's presence. But slowly and surely we move together taking comfort from each other. I lay my head on your shoulder, sleep slowly overtaking me. Your hand slips under my shirt and you start tracing circles on my back, callused finger surprisingly smooth.
*****
Something wakes me up and my eyes are drawn to my clock. The red lights show 4:13. I roll on to my left side and stop, shocked. You're sprawled out next to me, scarf and arm guards gone. You look so much younger when you sleep, not as hard and cynical, This is one of the times I'm glad that we have double beds. Most times when I fall asleep on the couch, I wake up in my bed, alone. You never stay, always afraid that some one will find out.
I stretch my arm out; fingers stopping inched from your pale skin. Lightly, barely touching I brush my index finger across your skin tracing the blue triangles that shield you even during sleep. Your skin is smooth, more like that of a young child than a teenager. I scoot over curling against your lean body, feeling your heat envelop me. "I love you."
*****
When I woke at seven you were gone, the only reminder of your presence your scent. I took a quick shower and dressed. I left the room and went down to the kitchen that was blessedly silent and empty. Sitting on the counter next to the stove was a mug with a teabag. On the stove was the kettle gently steaming. I can hear you trying to get Tyson out of bed and I smile. You're the only person I know who could get a person out of bed with a threat.
I pour myself a bowl of cereal and get my tea, before sitting at the table. Max, Tyson and Kenny stumble into the dining room, looking like a herd of cattle. You take a bagel out of a paper bag, and neatly slice it, before spreading plain cream cheese on it. Tyson and Max get bowls of overly sugared cereal and Kenny has oatmeal. "You look like you had a good night." Max's voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I smile like a cat that got the cream. I flick my eyes to you only to meet burning mahogany depths. I manage to keep my voice steady as I answer. "I had an exceptionally good night. I slept like a log." The others shake their heads at my comment, jealous that I had gotten a good night's sleep.
You get your feet, eyes impassive and cold. You go out to the yard, starting your practice early. I get up taking my dishes to the sink. A large window looks out over the yard. You stand with your back to the window, scarf flapping in the light breeze. You turn to look over your shoulder as though you can feel my gaze on you. I smile and you smirk, not a normal one, but something decidedly softer. You turn back to Dranzer who is spinning at your feet, once again focused on the task in front of you. I return to the dining room, getting the others up out of their seats. I smile, all to ready for the night to return.
A/N: This is dedicated to Kai-koi who convinced me to do another segment
"Damnit Tyson! This is isn't that hard!" There you go again, yelling at us for even our slightest mistakes. Max and I stand by the second dish, Driger and Draciel all but forgotten. You pay no attention to us; you're entire being focused on Tyson. If anything your anger makes you even more alluring. Kenny is between you and Tyson now, trying his hardest to stop the fight. Unfortunately he's short enough for you and Tyson to yell over his head.
I focus on you, running my eyes over your every feature, although I know them by heart. We seem to have made a silent pact. Wouldn't want to spoil your icy bastard façade, would we? Max catches me watching you, a cheery smile on his face. He leans towards me, grin growing. "So, have you told him yet?" I shake my head, not wanting to answer. I know you don't want the whole team to know that you actually have emotions. And its not that I don't trust Max, but the fact that if I told him about us, I'm sure somehow he would slip up and let Tyson know. And then all hell would break lose. So for now, we'll keep it between us.
I'm drawn from my thoughts by Tyson's yelling. By this time Kenny has given up on trying to get you and Tyson to stop fighting. Max grabs Tyson's arm whispering something in his ear. I remain out of the way, not wanting to get you mad at me. Tyson finally backs down, dark eyes flashing with anger. You walk out of the yard, not telling us where you're going. I sigh, getting a serious case of déjà vu.
*****
Dinner has come and gone and still you're not back yet. Kenny is in his room working on Dragoon and Max and Tyson are on the floor watching some weird sci-fi movie. I must have drifted off because the next thing I know Max is standing over me, smiling. I shake my head, trying to clear the haze as I listen to Max. "Tyson and I are going to sleep," he winked before continuing "don't stay up to late." I stretch out on the couch, picking my book up off the floor. This must be the third time I've read 'Silver Wolf, Black Falcon'. What can I say? It's an excellent book.
The back door opens and I don't move, knowing its you. After all you have a key. You don't come immediately to the living room, instead making a short detour to the kitchen. You make no sound, trying to avoid waking the others. You may act cold but I know deep down you do care. You come out and I move forward, so you can sit behind me. I lean back and you hand me a mug, before wrapping your arm around me. I sniff the liquid and find to my delight that its peppermint tea. I take a sip, the tea warming me. The house is cold and right now I'm too lazy to get up and turn up the thermostat. I drain my mug and setting it on the floor I turn more into your embrace, trying to stay warm. You set your mug to one side before pulling the blanket from the back of the couch over us.
This is how it always starts. We sit on the couch together both of us content to just sit here in each other's presence. But slowly and surely we move together taking comfort from each other. I lay my head on your shoulder, sleep slowly overtaking me. Your hand slips under my shirt and you start tracing circles on my back, callused finger surprisingly smooth.
*****
Something wakes me up and my eyes are drawn to my clock. The red lights show 4:13. I roll on to my left side and stop, shocked. You're sprawled out next to me, scarf and arm guards gone. You look so much younger when you sleep, not as hard and cynical, This is one of the times I'm glad that we have double beds. Most times when I fall asleep on the couch, I wake up in my bed, alone. You never stay, always afraid that some one will find out.
I stretch my arm out; fingers stopping inched from your pale skin. Lightly, barely touching I brush my index finger across your skin tracing the blue triangles that shield you even during sleep. Your skin is smooth, more like that of a young child than a teenager. I scoot over curling against your lean body, feeling your heat envelop me. "I love you."
*****
When I woke at seven you were gone, the only reminder of your presence your scent. I took a quick shower and dressed. I left the room and went down to the kitchen that was blessedly silent and empty. Sitting on the counter next to the stove was a mug with a teabag. On the stove was the kettle gently steaming. I can hear you trying to get Tyson out of bed and I smile. You're the only person I know who could get a person out of bed with a threat.
I pour myself a bowl of cereal and get my tea, before sitting at the table. Max, Tyson and Kenny stumble into the dining room, looking like a herd of cattle. You take a bagel out of a paper bag, and neatly slice it, before spreading plain cream cheese on it. Tyson and Max get bowls of overly sugared cereal and Kenny has oatmeal. "You look like you had a good night." Max's voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I smile like a cat that got the cream. I flick my eyes to you only to meet burning mahogany depths. I manage to keep my voice steady as I answer. "I had an exceptionally good night. I slept like a log." The others shake their heads at my comment, jealous that I had gotten a good night's sleep.
You get your feet, eyes impassive and cold. You go out to the yard, starting your practice early. I get up taking my dishes to the sink. A large window looks out over the yard. You stand with your back to the window, scarf flapping in the light breeze. You turn to look over your shoulder as though you can feel my gaze on you. I smile and you smirk, not a normal one, but something decidedly softer. You turn back to Dranzer who is spinning at your feet, once again focused on the task in front of you. I return to the dining room, getting the others up out of their seats. I smile, all to ready for the night to return.