Roses

Midnight came by so quickly into the night, and the true scenery of the night was shown to total perfection. The bright moon that hung in the sky and shown light onto the darkness covered woods. It was just so beautiful. The stars shown brightly than usual, glittering the blackness in the sky. It was so dark within the woods that one would not be able to see a shadow jumping through the branches of the trees, embracing a large load in his arms to his chest, a gleaming smile shown beneath his moonlit glittering mask. The air was so much cooler, so much more relaxing, more loving and embracing. It was sweet, and the strong scent that was familiar encircled the blond boy as he jumped to the highest branch onto the next tree. So close. He could just about smell that enduring fragrance he loved. He could even so the enduring violet light coming from one window, shining through the balcony that was open to the room. The glass was just so glistening in both the mixing texture of the moonlight and violet room color.

Yet, as awake the room may have been, the woods were completely silent, not as much as a peep from the animals slumbering beneath the bushes and trees and dens hidden within the darkness. Embracing the darkness, the boy jumped from one tree to the other, trying to catch as much height as possible to touch the railing of the balcony. And even as he came closer, that warm scented feeling embraced him lovingly, like a flower. His chest suddenly throbbed as his heart beat with such a pace. He then caught the closest branch, just a few inches beneath the railing, the tree actually close enough for him to jump onto the balcony, but something told him not to.

He hoped inside him that she was not slumbering, but awake, drawing inside her sketchbook, taking in the beautiful detail of the scenery surrounding her room. Smiling softly, he searched around the branch, trying to find something he could throw onto the balcony, to extract her attention. He found a round, prickly object, and, careful not to hit the glass and break it, which would attract more attention than he wanted, he gently tossed it onto the balcony. It hopped several times on the cement flooring, making a soft tapping sound. He heard then a gasp, and the creaking of a bed as someone stood up. Then approaching soft footsteps. He looked up and smiled into the silver gray eyes that smiled down at him, her black hair billowing in the cool wind.

"Mystel, what are you doing here?" she asked. She noticed the bundle in his arms, and was curious as to what he was up to. Mystel couldn't help but stare at her appearance. A black velvet nightgown encircled her body, reaching only a couple of inches down her long slender thighs, black straps slid down her solid and strong shoulders, it was low cut, revealing her chest. She smiled down at him. Even at night, she was so beautiful.

"I brought you something. Thought the winner of the battle deserve a little present of gratitude for not destroying my beyblade," Mystel spoke. A small sincere smile crossed her face, and she leaned a little over the railing, her elbows resting on the marble white railing.

"You know I would never do that," she said shyly. "Your bitbeast is so beautiful, so amazing. Why would I destroy something that I wished to draw?"

Mystel raised an eyebrow beneath his mask, and a small smile crossed her lips. She turned and went to her room, then he heard a soft ripping noise, and she returned, holding out a large piece of paper to him. He took it and looked at it, absorbing every detail. It was of Poseidon riding on the waves of an ocean, and riding on Poseidon's head was a figure. Spiky bangs and a long braid trailed behind the figure. He wore an outfit that Mystel recognized as his, and a mask that he knew well was his. It was him. She drew him and Poseidon. And it was a beautiful drawing.

"You can have it if you want, Mystel," she spoke sweetly. He shook his head, turning from those silver orbs, and handed the picture gently to her.

"I love it, but I don't deserve it. You draw with such beauty, it's remarkable. I can't keep it," he spoke. Then he handed the bundle to her. She took it and removed the white paper on top of it to reveal a bouquet of gorgeous red roses wrapped in clear paper, dew and water dripping from the pedals. She gasped, staring down at them, and Mystel could've sworn he saw sparkling tears hidden behind her long, curved eyelashes.

"You are an angel, Mystel," she spoke, using one finger to wipe away the tears. Mystel felt the heat surround beneath his mask, and smiled at her. No, he wasn't the angel. She was. The most beautiful angel of all.

"A simple present from Romeo to Juliet," Mystel teased. She giggled and smiled at him.

"You're right. This is a simple Romeo and Juliet scene," she said, and Mystel tilted his mask up over his bangs so his own azure blue eyes could stare into her silver ones. She leaned a little closer over the railing, the sweet scent of her hair filling the blond's nostrils elegantly. The wind picked up again, taking a few strands of her hair toward him, tickling his nose. He would've sneezed if he hadn't controlled it. For a moment, they just stared into each other's eyes, the beauty being absorbed into his memory. But what happened next he could never forget, even to now.

The wind suddenly picked up even more, he felt the branch lift somehow, and he was forced up, so close that their lips accidentally met. But it felt like no accident. It felt beautiful. The way she used her hand to stroke back the strands of blond from his tanned face, and the way he had to tilt her head up slightly to enjoy it more. He didn't know what happened next, but his tongue was no longer in his mouth, but in hers. It was a sweet kiss, passionate, loving, and romantic. With their mouths still locked, he placed his hands on the railing and hoisted himself up to get a better lock. Once he was standing perfectly between the railings, his hands reached up and grabbed the side of her face, and he took in much more with the kiss. It was so perfect, so calm, and so sweet. She tasted so good, her lips so smooth, so soft and cool. Her breath so fresh and cold.

And he could tell she enjoyed it, also, by the way she returned it, placing her warm hands on his chest, as if trying to push him away, but she didn't. Instead, she made it more passionate by closing her mouth, but using one finger and tracing circles in his chest. His lips were so warm and strong, forcing, hurting, yet passion filled. This one wasn't like the other. It was more loved-filled. It was perfect. She didn't want it to end, and as he tightened his hold on her, he didn't want it to end either. But as a soft grunting sound came from the balcony next to them, she pulled away slowly, wanting so much to return.

"You have to go now, Mystel," she said, pulling away. "If my father wakes up and sees you, you'll never see the sunlight." He looked at her, and then smiled. He pulled her closer and placed a quick kiss on her lips before releasing the railing and falling back onto the branch.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Promise," he whispered to her, and she waved goodbye to him as he jumped to the trees behind that one. FD stood there, embracing the bouquet close to her chest. They were one. Meant to be one. And no matter what, she would make sure they could be together.


"Well, don't you look like someone who's had a good night," said Garland toward Mystel, hitting a large maroon bag hard before turning to his teammate. Mystel had just walked into the BEGA training room, his mask still over his bangs, a light blush forming beneath his eyes, which held a dreamy look in them. He didn't even notice Garland was there. A bright smile did not fade from his face.

"Garland, have you ever been kissed before?" Mystel asked him. Garland looked at him in a confused way, then smiled. He placed his hands on his waist and a flattered smile spread through his lips.

"Is that what happened? You kissed a girl? Who was she? What's she like?" Garland asked. Mystel leaned against the wall, the smile still there.

"Yes, yes, Alexis' sister, FD, and she's so perfect," Mystel spoke, answering the questions Garland had asked. He found himself leaning, staring up at the sky.

"Alexis' sister, huh? I got some info on her, thanks to Hitoshi," Garland spoke. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a computer disk. "Turns out she's a top beyblader from America, and moved here when her dad got married. Other than that, there's nothing said about her style, but turns out her bitbeast is just like ours. Based from a god."

"Ra, the god of the sun and light, king of the skies," Mystel spoke. "I battled with her yesterday. Damn, she's good."

"Maybe you can convince her to come here to BEGA? She definitely would make a reliable member," Garland spoke. Mystel's smile suddenly disappeared.

"I don't want to do that. That might make her seem like I'm taking advantage of her. I love her, I don't want to use her," Mystel spoke. Garland shook a hand.

"Don't ask her. Just bring BEGA up, tell her that it's interesting Alexis is a member. Don't ask her to join, just give little hints through out whatever you're talking about," Garland explained. Mystel didn't want to do it. It would seem like he was hurting her. And that would be wrong.