MadMaddie: Yeah, I shall put it in laters, probably very laters. . . Sorry. . . Anyway, yeah. Hikaru's character design was originally just a doodle oekaki of a girl who I named "Cake" for no real reason, then later I drew her again and again and finally decided "Hikaru" was a good name for her. I don't even know how she got into beyblade fics. . . *eyes Hikaru suspicously*

This chapter is pretty useless, I just really wanted to write it for some obscure reason.

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I'm not sure when I fell asleep, I don't know what time it is now, and I'm not sure how long I've been awake. All I know, is that behind my closed eyelids, it's bright.

And that. . .

I open my eyes and realize, with quite a bit of surprise, that my room is practically pitch black. My window's blinds are open, and I can see Hikaru from the dim moonlight.

Hikaru is tracing small, random designs on my stomach and my shirt is bunched up on my chest. She doesn't seem to realize I'm awake. I recall falling asleep on the desk, and I'll just assume she moved me to my bed.

She's laying on her stomach, her knees at the end of the bed and her feet in the air. She sighs and lays her head on my chest. I can see the gentle rise and fall of her in time with my breaths, and I'm sure she's focussing on the same thing.

"You're awake." She accuses, snapping her head up, and, the moonlight only seems to enhance this, but she's blushing quite a bit.

"Yeah."

She goes back to resting her head on my chest with a whispered "Sorry."

Assuming she means for waking me up, I just say "I was bound to wake up around now anyway, I don't mind." Honestly, as strange as it sounds, it felt kind of nice - the tracing thing. She shakes her head, which feels slightly odd for me.

"Not for that, something else." She pauses, resuming tracing little patterns on my stomache after lifting her head. "Sorry." She says again.

I would shrug if I could, but I can't. I wince lightly as she turns her finger on it's side, using her nail, but only slightly. About enough to leave a small mark, but not to really cut.

"Did that hurt?" She asks, lifting her hand, then setting it flat on my stomach.

"Not really."

" 'Kay."

She continues the original style of doodling on my stomach, making strange half-heart shapes around my belly button. Everything seems to come into better focus than before, meaning I'm waking up.

She's acting strangely. . .

After a moment I ask "Why are you still here?" but it comes out sounding a little more rude than I had meant. I try to correct myself, to say 'I mean, why didn't you go home earlier?' but she answers, interrupting.

"Didn't wanna. It's the weekend anyway. Would you prefer I'd left?" She sounds slightly hurt, so the edge in my voice wasn't just my imagination.

"No, I'm glad you stayed." I say. She nods, looking slightly releived. "What time is it, anyway?"

"I don't know, I'll check."

The annoying thing about my clock is that it's across my bedroom. No one would think it, but I actually have trouble waking up, so I put my alarm clock across the room. That way, in the mornings, I have to get up just to turn off the alarm.

Hikaru crawls off the bed and stumbles her way to the clock - which, I forgot to mention, not only is across the room, but faces a different direction than my bed. She looks at it a few moments, and in that time, I pull the blanket up. It's cold without her body heat.

Hikaru comes back and crawls under the blankets next to me.

"And?" I prompt her. She wraps her arms around me.

"Dunno, it's unplugged."

"Oh." I move myself backwards a little bit, and her grip tightens. Guess it's not too important.

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Ehh... Yes.

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