Title: Win
Author: Jonouchi-Kaiba-Mokie
Rating: PG
Pairings: Garland/Brooklyn
Warnings: Shonen-AI, spoiler for end of series.
Disclaimer: Beyblade is not mine.
Summary: Garland and Brooklyn spend some time together after the Justice 5 tournament.
He had lost and there was nothing that could be done about it. Something didn't feel right about it, never had felt right about losing.
Boris for so long had boasted about his skill, pulling him from a world of darkness and into the bright lights of the arena. He had said he could never be beaten, had told him he was the perfect beyblader.
The bird on his finger flickered its wings as he stared at it. "Hello Garland."
"You knew I was here?" The silver-haired blader came forward and rested a strong hand on Brooklyn's shoulder.
A smile flickered over the lips of the ginger-haired blader as the bird took off from his fingers. His eyes flickered shut as raised his head, letting the sun strike it, the golden sun shining brightly and casting streaks through his hair.
"No one can always win," Garland said as his voice chimed from directly behind Brooklyn's ear.
"I know," he whispered as he felt the well-muscled arms wrap around his waist.
"We all have disappointments in life," his lips found Brooklyn's neck, as Brooklyn reached back and ran his fingers through the silky hair as he leaned back into Garland's chest.
Slowly Brooklyn tilted his head up and Garland brushed away the strand of hair that had fallen in the young blader's face. It seemed like heaven to both bladers as Garland leaned in towards Brooklyn, catching the petal soft lips in a chaste kiss. His fingertips moved over the soft skin, stroking it as Brooklyn pulled away, a short gasp escaping from his lips as his lashes slid against his skin, his eyes opening as he laid down, his head resting in Garland's lap.
Garland stared into the brilliant blue eyes, so bright, and innocent as Brooklyn held out his hand and a small bird instantly flew to it.
He was so innocent, that's what Garland loved about him. Untarnished by the world around him, unaffected by such things as pride. He never boasted of his own victories even though he had many. He was a pure soul and the animals knew it.
As Brooklyn lay there Garland stroked his hair, watching him in all happiness as his mind drifted off.
