Fire: Thank you to Bra-Two who reveiwed on "Bed Time"... Twas appreciated...
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade or it's characters...
Fire: This is some random, drabble that seemed to pour out of me after finishing my homework...
A Guardian's Love
"I saw what you did."
She turned around, her silvery-white hair blowing in the non-existant breeze. Her breast-plate reflected the white surroundings of their world.
Her eyes rested on the taller, older man, "Everyone did."
"Bryan's not happy with you."
"I know."
There was a serious silence. The man broke it, his footsteps echoing as he stepped forward, his arms wrapping around the woman, resting her head against his broad chest. His purple, spiked hair began to dance also.
"I didn't want Boris to hurt him."
"It's alright." He whispered.
"Was what I did... wrong Seaborg?" She looked up at him with sad eyes, her arms wrapped loosely around his waist.
He looked down, his blue eyes concerned, "No. You were only looking out for your master." He pecked her forehead, letting her rest her head against his armor.
"But I think I made it worse! Bryan's going to be punished severely!"
Seaborg nodded resting his chin on her head, "Falborg, if Boris had realised Bryan DIDN'T want to cause bodily harm he'd have been punished anyway."
"I guess." She sighed and kissed the man's golden chest-plate, "How's Spencer?"
The man hummed, "He's worrying about Bryan. You know, the usual." He smiled slightly when he heard the falcon's giggle.
"He's such a nice young man." She grinned, "Unlike his guardian, who's old and serious!" She pinched Seaborg's cheeks.
Seaborg tried to look hurt, "Aw, Falborg. Do I really look and act THAT old?"
She giggled more, "No. Not at all."
The white room, turned slightly pink, matching the blush of Spencer's Guardian. "Thank you."
Falborg pecked his lips, "No problem."
Fire: Seaborg/Falborg... opinions?
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