[Beyblade] Free Hugs for the Birthday Boy
Title: Free Hugs for the Birthday Boy
( Virgin Version ) Date Published: October 7, 2008
Category: Beyblade
Characters/Pairings: Kai, Bryan
Genre/Rating/Warnings: Friendship/G/Bryan hugging
Summary/Excerpt: Bryan gives Kai an unusual present for his birthday.
A/N: Written for Kai's birthday, which is Oct. 8 and for alek_sandros who is our Bryan. :D
Free Hugs for the Birthday Boy
Bryan didn't have any qualms about waking up that day, unlike most days, not exactly being the most cheerful morning person in the world, he'd complain about the accursed sun and his delicate eyes.
As stated, he had woken up slightly disconcerted at the lack of sync between the Annoyed Default in his brain and his motor functions. The phenomena wasn't particularly unnerving. It was merely the indication of having woken up to a 'special day' as other non-stoic teens would put it.
He went to the kitchen of his apartment in a nonchalant stupor and reheated some dinner leftovers for his breakfast. A few minutes of quiet dish washing later, he went to the bathroom and took a shower.
Bryan was then faced with the problem of what to wear, which usually didn't happen as he would grab the first thing that he knew would keep him satisfactorily warm and shimmy into it.
Tala had given him this shirt November of last year as a birthday gift. Admittedly abashed, the lilac haired Russian has stuffed the particular article of clothing in the recesses of his wardrobe, unable to find a suitable occasion to wear it to.
Naturally, blame the special day as Bryan had no other valid scapegoat to point to while he pulled the said shirt out and donned it.
The front read 'Free Hugs for the Birthday Boy', supposedly enticing any onlooker to hug the wearer, noticing as it was his birthday. Then again, another reason why he never thought of wearing the thing in public was that his visage doesn't exactly radiate hug-ability to just anyone.
So, with matching black pants and slippers, Bryan grabbed his valuables, stuffed them wherever he had them usually stuffed and stepped out of his apartment, somewhat eager to know why the day felt different more than he cared to outwardly show.
The Russian had no particular destination in mind, as his usual haunts weren't open in the mornings. He let his feet take him to the park a few blocks down the street. Often, he'd go there when he wanted to jog, when he wanted to brood or read a book or when he fancied watching huskies prance around their proud owners.
When Bryan got there, he was expecting nothing and everything at once. Walking over to a park bench, he spotted a familiar face amongst the weekday morning crowd and color rose to his cheeks as he remembered why exactly was the day so strongly special as it felt.
"Yo, Hiwatari."
Kai looked up from his occupation (stroking a stray cat) and wine red eyes widened in surprise. They briefly fell on the shirt in front of them before returning to cool sea blue eyes.
"Kuznetsov." was the returned greeting.
For a moment, Bryan figured that the shirt might as well double as a hug magnet and a hug dispenser. In lieu of the occasion however, this small epiphany didn't really matter.
You could imagine Kai's surprise when the lilac haired boy all but hugged him.
END
( Virgin Version ) Date Published: October 7, 2008
Category: Beyblade
Characters/Pairings: Kai, Bryan
Genre/Rating/Warnings: Friendship/G/Bryan hugging
Summary/Excerpt: Bryan gives Kai an unusual present for his birthday.
A/N: Written for Kai's birthday, which is Oct. 8 and for alek_sandros who is our Bryan. :D
Free Hugs for the Birthday Boy
Bryan didn't have any qualms about waking up that day, unlike most days, not exactly being the most cheerful morning person in the world, he'd complain about the accursed sun and his delicate eyes.
As stated, he had woken up slightly disconcerted at the lack of sync between the Annoyed Default in his brain and his motor functions. The phenomena wasn't particularly unnerving. It was merely the indication of having woken up to a 'special day' as other non-stoic teens would put it.
He went to the kitchen of his apartment in a nonchalant stupor and reheated some dinner leftovers for his breakfast. A few minutes of quiet dish washing later, he went to the bathroom and took a shower.
Bryan was then faced with the problem of what to wear, which usually didn't happen as he would grab the first thing that he knew would keep him satisfactorily warm and shimmy into it.
Tala had given him this shirt November of last year as a birthday gift. Admittedly abashed, the lilac haired Russian has stuffed the particular article of clothing in the recesses of his wardrobe, unable to find a suitable occasion to wear it to.
Naturally, blame the special day as Bryan had no other valid scapegoat to point to while he pulled the said shirt out and donned it.
The front read 'Free Hugs for the Birthday Boy', supposedly enticing any onlooker to hug the wearer, noticing as it was his birthday. Then again, another reason why he never thought of wearing the thing in public was that his visage doesn't exactly radiate hug-ability to just anyone.
So, with matching black pants and slippers, Bryan grabbed his valuables, stuffed them wherever he had them usually stuffed and stepped out of his apartment, somewhat eager to know why the day felt different more than he cared to outwardly show.
The Russian had no particular destination in mind, as his usual haunts weren't open in the mornings. He let his feet take him to the park a few blocks down the street. Often, he'd go there when he wanted to jog, when he wanted to brood or read a book or when he fancied watching huskies prance around their proud owners.
When Bryan got there, he was expecting nothing and everything at once. Walking over to a park bench, he spotted a familiar face amongst the weekday morning crowd and color rose to his cheeks as he remembered why exactly was the day so strongly special as it felt.
"Yo, Hiwatari."
Kai looked up from his occupation (stroking a stray cat) and wine red eyes widened in surprise. They briefly fell on the shirt in front of them before returning to cool sea blue eyes.
"Kuznetsov." was the returned greeting.
For a moment, Bryan figured that the shirt might as well double as a hug magnet and a hug dispenser. In lieu of the occasion however, this small epiphany didn't really matter.
You could imagine Kai's surprise when the lilac haired boy all but hugged him.
END