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 = Gary

Kiki = Kevin

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My Impatient Kitten

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 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?”

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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.

 

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