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blade-revolutions · 7 years

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A Sign Of Wish

A beyblade one-shot, pairing Kai (I’m using his purple eye color of his G Rev appearance) with my OC Lyla Hart. Inspired from the ending theme song. I hope you enjoy it!

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Her arms are folded on the windowsill as her eyes gaze at the starry sky, the stars illuminating it with their soft glow and she finds herself mesmerized, unable to tear her eyes away. Although the sight is the definition of simplicity, she can’t deny that it’s utterly breath-taking. A relieving rush of summer wind chills her spine and her lips curl into a satisfied smile.

She tunes out the negativity and the chain of thoughts that occur along with it, embracing the tranquility of the night during summer time.

For once she feels carefree - as if pain is a non-existent emotion and content with her life. She feels that the whole universe has come to a standstill only for her, time freezing for her to indulge in this moment of pure hapiness in this mad world.

Lyla abandons briefly all the negative thoughts which occur to her on a daily basis, she tunes out every hint of pain that wants to clench her heart painfully. She’s too absorbed and content for once to let all this peacefulness slip from her fingertips.

She doesn’t remember the pain in her heart and the utter betrayal she felt when her best friend decided she didn’t want to associate with her for a ridiculous reason to Lyla’s eyes - a boy that Lyla had a crush on and the fact he was enjoying her company more than her best friend’s. And making an effort on starting from the very beginning has proven to be a major trial since none of the people she knows are eager on allowing new members within their group, not because there’s something personal which seperates their lines, but because they’re reluctant to do so.

However, Lyla has come to terms with the fact she has chosen to follow a difficult path from now, the path of being intelligent enough to not hang around people who are absorbed and consumed by their outside person, neglecting thoroughly their inner self. Although this indicates she has closed the walls even more tightly around her, it’s the only way to keep her heart safe and preventing it from aching more.

Lyla wants all the pain to fade, to fly away and never return. And even though there are times in which she wishes for her life line to shape into a flat form, she reminds herself she has to get stronger and to evolve.

After all, she’ll bloom again, eventually.

Lyla shuts her eyes and her mind instead of travelling her elsewhere like her dreams, take the shape of him, her lips forming unconsciously a grin. She remembers vivdly the first time she met him in her dreams. His muscular and well-built body captures her attention, but it isn’t the only thing that matters. His two toned hair and fierce purple eyes send a pleasant shiver down her spine, but it’s those two triangles painted on each cheek of his which astonish her the most. She loves the thought of a symbolic reason behind their existance.

In all of a sudden, Lyla can’t feel the sound of the leaves rustling to the wind’s rythm or anything else around her, as her soul is travelling far away, in a life that wasn’t hers.

She was sitting on the edge of a cliff, swaying feet back and forth as her heart beneath her chest raced. Tears were escaping her eyes, cascading down her rosy cheeks while images and flashbacks of her harsh reality accompanied by her terrible past hunted her thoughts. She wanted everything to stop. She wanted for the ink to dry thoroughly so she could be unable of resuming that diary of a so called life.

Lyla heard footsteps approaching her and she immediately shielded her tear-stained face with her hair. The person sat beside her without uttering a word or questioning her with looks and words of sympathy - something she couldn’t have been more grateful for. Finally somebody understood her need for a simple presence by her side.

His cologne embraces her nostrils, an intoxicating, elegant scent filling her senses. As much as alluring the thought of pushing everything aside and reveal her face in a crumbled psychological state was, she continued to stare on her laced fingers resting on her lap.

The boy didn’t make an effort on speaking and from the corner of her eye, Lyla realized he was staring at the sky above her. Intrigued by his actions, she removed her hair slowly out of her face to have a better view of his features.

Her breath hitched inwardly in her throat for the second time today. He was handsome, but not only in looks. He was handsome for the way his eyes were staring at the veil of stars - similar to hers minutes ago, how they were being reflected in his eyes. His gaze was mesmerized from all of it, from all the beauty in the simplicity which surrounded them.

His stare was hopeful, slightly dreamy, with faint sadness obscuring them. Fortunately, she wasn’t alone and assumed he had come here to clear his mind, to space out everyone and everything and lose himself for a moment or two. A tiny smile tugged at her lips at that thought.

Perhaps Lyla was staring for longer than necessary, and her lips parted in shock when he turned his head towards her abruptly, tilting his brow.

“Sorry,” Lyla muttered hastily, averting her eyes from him, a blush dusting her cheeks. She fixed them on the stars again, burying any negative emotions of disappointment or anger, not letting them to seep through her. Her guard had fallen and she was too torn to deal with anything else.

Lyla wished she could put her finger on whether her stares at the boy had irritated him or not. On the other hand, she didn’t want to find out.

With eyes solely on the night she made an attempt on speaking again. “What’s your name?” She asked calmly, masking her sad tone as effectively as she could. Although Lyla wanted to mentally kick herself for not coming up with something more intelligent, she didn’t feel very embarassed about it. Part of her wanted to be real around him.

The boy next to her didn’t respond and her shoulders hunched lightly with disillusionment. Lyla sighed deeply; she had failed on socializing in the most pure way. It wasn’t the first time she had to confront a situation like this, but the fact this was adding to her list of failures became too much to tolerate.

“Kai,” he responds eventually, his tone as soft as a whisper, yet rough and raw, with the necessary amount of masculinity.

A weight had been lifted off her chest automatically and she relaxed visibly, the overwhelming tension she had been feeling for two minutes had finally evaporated in the atmosphere, relief lingering within her.

“I’m Lyla,” she introduced herself but didn’t raise her hand from her lap, afraid he might not shake it and use it to his advantage - to humiliate her.

Kai gave her a small nod of acknowledgement without letting his attention to slip from the endless sky. He was finally relieved from the rough day he had to face, and his shoulders relaxed. Leaving BBA Revolution for Tala and the Blitzkrieg boys and confronting Tyson days later had drained that one small part of him that still cares for his former teammates and wasn’t too blinded by his determination to beat Tyson in a World Championship match and claim the title once and for all.

His gaze then made its way slowly towards her. Though he was determined on not displaying emotions or affection, the burning desire to ask that girl something was too strong to die down.

“Why are you here?” Kai questioned bluntly, never lacking his straightforwardness.

His question caught Lyla off guard. “I’m here because I want to escape,” she said sincerely.

Kai nodded, Lyla’s answer satisfying his guess.

“And you?”

“For the same reason,” he breathed and finally decided to look at her too.

Kai was taken aback thoroughly. Not because Lyla was too beautiful (thought she was stunning) but how broken and truly shattered every fibre of her being was. Judging from her voice, she seemed hurt but not at the degree her brown eyes were. In fact, her tone could be considered misleading under these circumstances.

Lyla shifted uncomoftably in her spot, fearing his eyes would pierce through her and see her soul if he continued to stare at her. Then she cleared her throat and Kai blinked.

“Do I have something on my face?” She asked with a nervous laugh, hoping her eyes had calmed and weren’t clouded with a red color.

Kai shook his head and let his eyes fall from the girl in front him to the constellations he was able of detecting. Summer had undoubtedly some of the best ones.

“Which constellation are you seeing?” Lyla scooted closer to him, following his gaze with excitement. She loved designing constellations on her notebook at an early age, but had sometimes trouble on spotting them on the sky.

A small part of him told him to push her away, but Kai wanted to relax desperately, to the point he was willing to abandon his proud and confident façade for once.

And he did.

He pointed his index finger to the sky, tracing slowly the stars with it for her to see. “Aquila.”

“Wow! It’s beautiful,” Lyla breathed, amazement written over her eyes.

Kai hadn’t noticed their proximity, his eyes widening lightly when Lyla lied her head on his shoulder. He didn’t complain though. He knew she needed to find peace, to find heaven on earth and that she didn’t have any bold purposes or motives.

“I think that’s Lyra,” Lyla snapped him out of his reverie, pointing to a smaller group of stars which shaped the constellation, relieved she had this one correct.

“And that’s Sagittario,” Kai showed to his left.

Lyla hummed, her eyelids feeling heavier than before. Kai’s corners lifted to a soft smile as he took his black jacket off and carefully lied her down along with him. He was studying her serene expression which made her fragile as realization dawned on him. Lyla was the first girl who didn’t have a fangirl attack when she saw him. She seemed to have no clue of his identity.

It didn’t matter anyway.

Slightly more confident, Kai wrapped his arm around her shoulder, bringing her petite body closer to his. A small blush crept on his cheeks, drowning him in a burning sensation he had never felt on his face.

He always considered girls a waste of time since all of them were too busy purchasing dozens of different lipsticks to care about their souls. And he wasn’t going to admit this one begged to differ.

However it was true.

Lyla opened her eyes slowl, travelling from his neck to his face as she saw Kai’s perplexed expression. “Is everything alright?” She said with concern.

“Yeah,” he whispered, his brows not furrowed anymore, his face more at peace.

Lyla laughed silently at his wild heart beat, hers being no difference. She wanted her playful side to surface but was scared she’d ruin the moment for both of them. Instead, she pursed her lips in a thin line to prevent her mouth from making teasing remarks.

For once her heart couldn’t stop beating rapidly and a wave of new emotions washed over her. She knew exactly what it was and decided to make it everlasting.

“Kai?” Lyla asked shyly.

“Hn?”

“Thank you,” she mumbled grateful and wrapped her arm around his stomach, burying her head at one of his sides with a tiny smile blooming on her lips.

Kai couldn’t hide his surprise. “For what?”

“For everything.”

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She opens her eyes and smiles widely, her eyes meeting the sky once more, the stars shining playfully down at her. As long as there’s a sign of wish to hold onto, a sign to secure her dreams into, enduring loneliness will always be more sufferable.

#beyblade #bakuten shoot beyblade #kai hiwatari

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