Disclaimer: If I owned Beyblade, I’d be a Japanese guy –
since I’m neither, you can guess I don’t own it.
Rei =
Ray BBA Team = Bladebreakers
Mao =
Mariah
Rai = Lee
Gaou =
Kiki =
Kevin
***
My Impatient Kitten
***
Rei was enjoying the afternoon. The kids he
had been training went home, theoretically to help their parents and he had
finally some time for himself.
He was thinking about his friends – his
childhood friends. Rai – the one to lead the others and somewhat of his rival.
Not really, though – the BBA Team member wasn’t the leader type. He preferred
staying in the background and making smart-ass comments from time to time. Kiki
– the cheerful little rascal – always ready for some new mischief. Gaou – the
large one with a black hole instead of a stomach and the ability to sleep
anywhere at any time. And of course Mao.
The pink-haired girl was more than friend to
him. Thinking of her made him smile and feel warm inside – however cliché and
sappy it sounded. He wasn’t Kai to deny that he loved someone. And he did love
Mao more than anything else.
Back in Japan Hiromi may have thought he had a
crush on Salima, but it was different. The re-haired ‘blader merely reminded
him of a certain fierce neko-jin. But were Salima was only a spark, Mao was the
sun. The redhead was just a friend and if she were in danger – again – he would
probably do his best to save her. But if it were Mao, who was in trouble, he
would do better than his best.
“Rei!” the voice of the object of his musing broke
the track of his thoughts and he briefly wondered, if there really was
something like telepathy.
“What is it Mao?”
“Come!” she commanded, while grabbing his
hand, leaving him no choice, but to follow. He chuckled and let her drag him to
her house. The black-haired Chinese arched an eyebrow as they entered – his
pink-haired sweetheart was more of an outdoors person after all.
He didn’t see Mao’s parents, so he assumed
they were visiting Rai’s family or his. He wasn’t sure, because Mao was moving
very fast. In a matter of seconds they were in her room. The cat-girl pointed
at one chair, as she plopped on another and commanded:
“Sit down.” He followed her order with a
smile.
To his surprise the girl took out three small
bottles – one with some transparent liquid, the other with a white one and the
third with pink – a toothpick and some cotton wool.
“This is nail-varnish and this is the
remover.” she informed him, pointing at the bottles. “Would you paint my nails
for me?” she smiled to him charmingly. The golden-eyed youth shook his head and
chuckled.
“Okay, okay! But you’ll have to tell me what
to do… and don’t tell the others!”
It was her turn to laugh. Nevertheless she
nodded, extending her hand. Under her guidance, he started applying the white polish
carefully.
“What do you need those for, anyway?” he asked
after a while. “You’re pretty without it.”
The girl blushed a bit.
“For fun.” Nevertheless, she answered. “It’s a
bit like jewellery and things like that - something
which complements your outfit.”
“If you say so.” he said, as he opened the
pink varnish. “What am I supposed to do with that?” he asked.
“Take the toothpick and make some patterns.”
she commanded.
“Any?”
“Any.”
The black-haired youth grinned impishly and
started working. He as very careful, but it didn’t take long and Mao had the
kanji for “love” written on each of her nails.
“How do you like it?” he asked smiling
proudly.
“Aw…” the girl smiled back. “That’s so cute!”
and then she leaned over the table towards him and brushed her lips over his.
Before he could respond, she pulled back. “It’s uncomfortable.” she added
apologetically. The raven-haired adolescent gave her a disappointed glance.
“Tell me one thing Mao. Why didn’t you do it
yourself?”
“I don’t have the patience for that.” she said
wrinkling her nose in disgust.
“Aww.” he mimicked her and, having stood up,
he walked around the table to her. “My poor impatient kitten.” he added pulling
her into his arms. Then he kissed her. He pressed her lips to hers, parting them
in the process. Just a second later his tongue slipped over her mouth, tasting
them, until she opened it, greeting him with her own tongue.
After a while they pulled back, flushed, but
happy.
“And I’m the impatient kitten, Rei?”
***
A/N
My first Mao/Rei… I think it’s pretty OK for a
first try. There’s never enough Mao/Rei on the net anyway.