Disclaimer: I take no credit whatsoever for any element of these pieces pertaining to Beyblade: including characters, setting, etc, etc… Everything belongs, and rightfully so, to its creator – Aoki Takao.
Of Delusion
Three Simple Words
By Dixon Oriole
He was relieved, chuckling breathlessly as though – no, not as though, – as a terrible weight of worry and confusion had lifted from his shoulders. He felt a newfound surge of bravery and purpose; the calling that had faded to a mere whisper rising once more in a resurrected scream. He felt happy, and he never felt happy – not without a whole mess of strings attached. He felt glad, honest with the world and renewed inside his own skin and like everything from that point onward would be easy. It had been so hard – he'd only been able to pray and hope against all hope; he'd had so many doubts. But the doubts were gone and he could lie back in the grass smiling softly, smiling through his tear-glazed eyes and run a nerve-shaken hand through his hair and look up at a sky no longer as threatening as it was beautiful. He could be content, secure in the knowledge of your feelings reflecting his own for the first time. Your feelings meant that everything would be alright and he didn't have to be afraid anymore – because you'd finally said what he'd wanted to hear… needed to hear… "I hate you."
Author's Notes: As stated, this will be my collection of double drabbles for Beyblade, updated as produced. Each chapter is an entirely different piece, having nothing to do with whatever comes before or after it. Separate. All. Putting them side-by-side made more sense than having a new story for every tiny little one of these. Is it clear now?
The above one was about Kai. The "you" character… take a wild guess. Who would Kai be relieved to hear hated him? Who would Kai be worried did not hate him? Yeah, I think you get it now.