Disclaimer: I'm not owning Beyblade any time soon, so you shouldn't count on it…
Okay, well, according to this paper of what I was supposed to do;
Tala was the one who called Salima (I forgot why, but I'll figure it out soon...oh now I remember!) and the person who stopped Max...you'll find out soon...
But Max was about to kiss her! Déjà vu all over again… Like with Kai back at the alley thing… and Max stopped him. Would anyone stop Max?
"Max!"
Mariam blinked. That answered that question...
Max seemed to grumble in annoyance, and then moved his head away from the girl's, glaring up at the cause of disturbance. Still, he kept his arms in a possessive hold onto her. He was determined to just…get his way, and he wouldn't let whoever stop him. For a second, Mariam thought that Max looked…kinda mad. But he was the happy-go-lucky Max. He shouldn't be like this. She shouldn't even be like this. What was Kai going to think if he knew that Mariam allowed herself to be reduced like this? Overpowered by Max? He'd humiliate her for life…
And then, why was she so worried about what Kai thought?
Mariam refused to look at the cause of disturbance; it was probably someone who Mariam trusted, because they would've known that Mariam didn't like-like Max, so they stopped him.
"I should've known this would happen…"
Her emerald orbs shot up. She would never forget that voice. Finally, after a few seconds of convincing, Mariam looked over at the disturbance, "Crap…" was all she could say at the moment.
And there he stood. His strong arms folded over his well-tones chest. His normally soft emerald eyes screaming out anger. His face harsh and cruel, just like when he bladed.
(A/N: That description should've made everything clear...but you probably scrolled down and read the name already...meh, no one guessed it anyways, and I've been talking about bringing him back in since last chapter...and I realized that in the last chapter, I could've made it obvious by changing one thing...)
Mariam sighed as she lowered her head, "Ozuma…" she murmured quietly. She knew this wouldn't be good. But the Saint Shields leader wasn't alone. To his left was the tall, brooding sandy-haired man, his arms also folded with a very pissed look on his face. And to the other side of the dual-hair colored leader was the olive-haired Joseph, but unlike the other two, Joseph had a sympathetic look, staring down as he has suddenly become interested in his shoes.
The first thing Mariam did was send a glare toward her brother, who glanced up for a second to catch her looking right at him. Mariam didn't know why she glared at their disturbance, since she didn't really like-like Max. Maybe it was because she knew Ozuma was furious with her since they hadn't spoken in so long. Joseph then looked at Ozuma nervously, who was glaring daggers at the blond American. Joseph bit his lip; Ozuma had forbidden Joseph from speaking to his sister when they left to come out here, "just because" was the reason Ozuma gave to Joseph when the boy asked why he couldn't talk to Mariam. The olive-haired boy shook his head furiously.
"Mar! Sorry I told Ozuma where you were, but he tortured it out of me!" Joseph screamed at her. Though they were a good few feet away from each other, Mariam heard it fine.
Ozuma turned his head, glaring down at Joseph, "I thought I told you not to speak to her!" his voice rose menacingly, and he struck Joseph with the back of his hand, making the boy fall over. Joseph managed a whimper and shuffled away a few. The leader scoffed again, once again folding his arms and glaring back at Max.
"Joseph!" Mariam made an attempt to get out of Max's grip again, to go over to Joseph, but Max still refused to loosen his grip, thinking that Ozuma might do something to her along the way. He wasn't going to take that chance.
For a moment, Mariam thought that Max and Ozuma had planned this out from the start; hurting Joseph and keeping her from him in order to get what they wanted from her, but the look that Ozuma was giving Max signified that the two were on opposing sides. She knew that look anywhere…
After yet another long session of staring, Ozuma made a "humph" to himself, putting his arms back by his sides and closing his eyes gently. He made his way over to the pair.
"Mar!" Joseph got up in time, trying to race over, either to pull Ozuma back or protect Mariam. Either way, Dunga made a quick grab, snatching onto the back of the young boy's shirt, and then yanked him back to his side.
"Don't, Joseph… Trust me on this." Dunga advised, looking down at him. Dunga was also unsure of his choice of words, but he knew what happened when Ozuma lost his temper. The sandy-haired man looked back, seeing Ozuma going a few more feet toward the pair.
Joseph gave the 'gorilla' and a broken look, then stared back at Ozuma's departing form, heading toward Mariam and Max.
Once Ozuma got to them, he wrapped his hand around Max's wrist, putting enough pressure on it for him to let go. When Max knew he couldn't stand the pressure, he withdrew his hand quickly, shaking his hand fast enough to remove the pain, wincing. The second that happened, Ozuma went in the middle of them, pushing Mariam away from the blonde. To Max's surprise, instead of facing him, Ozuma was glaring at Mariam.
Mariam turned her head away from him, to her side, but still kept her eye contact, "What?" she asked, offended.
Ozuma was fuming, "What do you mean, 'what'? You know damn well what!"
Mariam remained silent. Maybe this was one of those times where Ozuma just needed to blow off some steam. Normally, Dunga was the perfect person to take out anger on. If it wasn't Dunga Ozuma chose, then Ozuma had a valid reason for doing so. The olive-eyed boy had his teeth gritted angrily, angry huffs just making their way out of his mouth and his face arranged in a hard sneer, waiting for her to respond. When she didn't, Ozuma continued.
"Forgot?" he said in a taunting voice while her emerald eyes avoided his until he placed a hand on her shoulder, "You knew how much I hated Tate, Mariam, you just knew it!" he practically screamed in her face. Mariam still looked away, pretending that he wasn't there. He moved his hand down to her forearm and put as much pressure as he did on Max's arm, maybe more, "Remember now?"
Mariam seemed to be nodding, just to let him get what he wanted. He wasn't satisfied, "Mar!" he yelled again.
Her eyed narrowed; she couldn't hold it in any longer; she turned her head to face him again, "If you hated him so much, why did you send me after him if you knew there was a chance of feelings happening!" she yelled back, giving him a look of equal hatred. Ozuma's look softened only for a few seconds, like his grip on her arm, before firing up again.
"Well, who else would you have rather gone after, then, hmm!" he spat, leaning angrily into her face, growling slightly.
"Does it matter? Would you have given me the choice anyways?" Mariam shot back. Despite Ozuma's grip on her arm, she threw both arms by her sides angrily. She also leaned in angrily,very similar to Tyson and Hilary, although they still kept their faces afair distance away from each other.
"I would have; you could have gone after Kai for all I cared, because at that time, I would've done anything for you!"
Mariam titled her head back. Realizing what he just said, Ozuma let go of her arm and took a few steps back, finding that Max was standing over near Dunga and Joseph. Mariam was trying to look in his eyes, while it was his turn to avoid.
"W-What?" Mariam asked, raising a brow at him.
Ozuma hid his blush by keeping his hard glare, "Well…not anything-anything. Oh c'mon, y'know what I mean, right?" Ozuma started, shoving his hands in his pockets. Why he had suddenly calmed down confused even him, but perhaps it was one of those splur-of-the-moment things.
Mariam just looked at him with a confused look still dawning her face, "Right…" she said uneasily, still not quite getting it, "Why do you hate Max so much?"
"It's a long story, but it doesn't matter…." He said firmly, not wanting to bring up that…story where he was spying on them from the tree and they thought he was a big squirrel, "Besides…" he shrugged. Mariam looked at him again, blinking inquiringly, "Joseph told me you liked Kai…"
Mariam stared, and then sent a hard glare at Joseph who hid behind Dunga, "You hate Kai too?" her voice was flooded in her own worry, concern and just a bit of shame, like she wasn't allowed to like someone if Ozuma didn't say so.
Ozuma shook his head, "Mar, we still may not be together, but that doesn't mean that I can't be around you or make you happy anymore." Mariam nodded at him, urging him to continue, "But I still get a say in who you can go out with."
"What are you, my father?" she folded her arms, lowering her head with a dark smirk on her face. This wasn't their nature, but perhaps it had something to do with their feud for a long while and suddenly making peace with each other again.
"I'm…not even gonna touch that…" Ozuma said flatly, "The point is that I trusted Kai… he felt like the first guy I actually could trust, for some reason…" he mumbled something under his breath.
"There's a problem with that…" Mariam said. She seemed to be concerned with something, something that Ozuma didn't understand… something that would go wrong, "He hates me…"
"Okay…let's go over this again," Kai ordered his redheaded friend. He wasn't sure if 'friend' was the right word to call Tala, but it was close enough. Said redhead groaned, sliding a hand down his face in annoyance.
"Ugh…" Tala complained, holding up the piece of paper that Kai handed to him only a few seconds ago, "You're pretty sad, y'know that?" he folded his arms, the paper residing in-between the index and middle fingers of his right hand. He really didn't understand how this was going to do anything for Kai, besides drive him crazy.
"Just do it!" Kai barked, his eyes flashing in his own anger, showing Tala that he wasn't fooling around.
Tala grumbled some curses in Russian under his breath, then sighed, "Okay, start from the beginning then."
Kai grunted with a nod of his head, then clasped his hands behind him and started pacing back and forth in front of the older Russian, "Okay…um 'Mariam, I'm really sorry for everything, and I'm sorry I hurt you. And even though were never really close, I think that I've…' Tala, line!" he stopped pacing, looking toward the older Russian.
The addressed boy jumped a bit, scrambling to get the paper into his viewing. Tala read over the paper quickly, finding where Kai stopped, "Um, after that you're supposed to say…" Tala put a pale finger to the paper, sliding it along the words, "Oh, 'I've begarn to develerp strang ferlings far yog'?" Tala guessed, struggling.
Kai huffed, and snatched the paper from his hands, "Moron…it says 'I've begun to develop strong feelings for you'!" he rolled the paper up and smacked Tala upside the head with it.
Tala rubbed the spot, glaring at Kai, "That's touching, but I don't swing that way, Kai." Tala replied with a sly smirk, just taunting the slate-haired boy for the fun of it. And Tala had to admit, it really was fun.
Kai gave him a very dull look, duller than his normal looks. And Tala imagined that his normal look couldn't get any duller…huh… Once Tala found that Kai really wasn't going to respond to that, he smirked, "Well, it's not my fault your penmanship looks like crap…"
Kai flipped the paper so that the writing was facing Tala, "It's written in Russian, idiot." He wanted so much to shove the paper into his face, but Kai thought of more ways to torment Tala later. Where was Bryan when you needed him? Ugh…
Tala squinted at the writing, "Oh…so it is…" he chuckled uneasily, "it still looks like crap, though." He looked back up at Kai, with a slight smirk hanging off his lips.
The slate haired boy groaned, shoving the paper back into Tala's hands, "Just…let's go over this again so I can get this over with…"
Tala eyed the paper, "Y'know, I find it pretty sad that you have to write out what you're going to say to her." Kai sent him a dry look, "I find it even sadder that you have to rehearse it over and over again…"
"Well maybe we wouldn't be rehearsing so much if someone hadn't been complaining about the penmanship!" Kai yelled angrily in the redhead's face. Tala narrowed his eyes dryly as his hair was being moved when Kai yelled.
Tala fixed his hair, "Fine, fine, but it's still pretty sad."
"Shut up and follow along!" Kai retorted.
"Okay, let's stop for now…" Kai said after a while. When the slate-haired Russian got no response from the redhead, he glanced over, finding that he had fallen asleep. Tala was sitting his knees upright, and his back leaning against a nearby tree. Kai went over and kicked Tala in the ankle, "Hey, moron, we're taking a short break." Tala's expression shot up in sudden alert, and then seemed to lighten up when the slate-haired boy said that. Said boy bent down toward him, taking the paper from Tala's lap, "I just need to look over this…"
Tala's expression dropped again, "Kai, we've been doing this all day…there's nothing you could've missed." He sighed drowsily, folding his arms at him.
"There has to be…I know there is. Let's do it again…" he tossed Tala the paper again, who didn't do a thing to it, just letting it drop in his lap. Kai went back to where he was pacing before.
"Ugh… 'Kai's Emotional Breakdown of Mariam' take three hundred and four…" the redhead sighed, grumbling, banging the back of his head on the wood of the tree. Kai ignored that, going over the lines yet again, "Y'know, you could just tell her that you're sorry and that you like her. No need for all this crap…" Tala's lavender eyes moved up and down the length of the paper and the amount of words printed (poorly, according to Tala) on it.
"Max!" Tyson shouted out, running toward the blond. He turned to see him, along with Hilary and Kenny, "We've been looking for you everywhere! Hilary wouldn't let me eat the food, even though she made the food with me, then Rei leaves, next thing we know, he's sitting outside with Salima, and now you're here with….what happened to them?" Tyson asked, pointing to Mariam and Ozuma.
Max shrugged, "You know them…one minute they're at each others throats, the next, they're nice to each other, then the next minute, they're back at each other's throats…" he explained with a shrug.
"Mar's just like that." Joseph told them, grumbling. Tyson and Hilary looked up at the pair.
"What's wrong with you!" the leader screamed in her face.
"What do you mean, what's wrong with me? What's wrong with you!" the lavender-haired girl retorted.
"You got kicked off the team, so what? Doesn't mean you should go patronizing with the enemy!"
"Me? If I remember correctly, who said 'go…go off with Kai now', huh!"
"That's different!"
"Oh, Mr. I-Can-Trust-Kai now contradicts what he just said about Kai, huh?"
"Kai, I can trust, because we…have this weird guy bond thing. Max, I don't wanna trust because…" he trailed off… "Look, a squirrel!"
"Ooh, where?" Hilary asked happily. That caught Mariam and Ozuma's attention. Hilary looked around; everyone was staring at her dully, "What?"
Tyson sighed, then leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Oh…" she smiled when he was done, "it's a blader thing, isn't it?"
Everyone else exchanged looks, then stared back at her, "Yeah, sure…." They nodded.
Mariam and Ozuma continued their argument.
"Besides, I know Kai better than Max; I can trust him with you!"
"I never said you couldn't!"
Max just looked at them, then back at Tyson and Hilary, "Look familiar?"
"Huh?" Tyson cocked a brow.
"Whatdya mean, Max?" Hilary asked suspiciously.
"Never mind…" Max looked away.
"Hey, have you seen Kai?" Hilary asked randomly.
Tyson sent her an annoyed look, "If we did, wouldn't he be here right now?"
"Just one more time!" Kai demanded, trying to get the paper from Tala who was keeping it away from him, using his height to his advantage. Truthfully, the redhead had never seen the 'cold, heartless bastard of Beyblading' like this, trying to get a paper which was dangling just above his head, but Talaknew that navy-haired girl had a big part in it.
"No, Kai! You've done this more than six hundred times now! Just go face her!" Tala yelled.
Kai growled, resisting the urge to say 'but I don't wanna!' like a whining child, just to tick Tala off.
"Look, the more you worry, the more chance you have of losing." Tala explained slowly as Kai stopped trying to get the paper. Kai just stared, "It even happens when you're blading."
"And for a second, I actually thought you were going to help me…" Kai said dryly.
"Well, you thought wrong," Tala retorted, "Now come on!" he went behind Kai and was practically shoving him over to where they last saw Mariam. Both Tala and Kai had the same reaction when they saw the rest of the group.
"Uh…" they said in unison, exchanging looks. Ozuma had Max's back pressed up against a hard tree, with his left hand on the blond's neck, the right hand arranged in a fist, just wanting to be slammed into Max's face. Then the rest was just weird. Mariam was behind Ozuma, pulling at his waist, for him to get off Max. Behind her were Joseph, then Dunga, Kenny, Hilary and lastly Tyson, each pulling on their former's waist. Ozuma still wasn't budging. Max had one eye closed, preparing for the inevitable punch to hit his face.
Tala shook his head, "I knew you guys were idiots, but this is just sad…" he said in shame, dipping his head with a smirk, "almost as sad as Kai going over this thing for Ma—" the slate-haired Russian shut him up by crumpling the paper from before and shoving it in the redhead's mouth, "Hmm?" he spat it out into his hand, then grumbled some things to Kai under his breath.
Kai shook his head, pressing past him, over to the group, "Ozuma." He said curtly.
Ozuma looked at him, then nodded a head, "Kai." He said in return. Kai gave him a curious look, trying to understand what Ozuma was doing to Max. Ozuma nodded, then quickly took Mariam's hands on his waist off him and pushed her toward Kai, "There ya go."
Mariam's head hit his chest, and she quickly turned back to Ozuma, "What the hell was that for!" she screeched at him. Ozuma gave her a nonchalant shrug. Joseph raced over, taking Mariam's place in pulling Ozuma off.
"Tala, wanna help?" Tyson strained. Tala sent him a dull look, to say that he wouldn't do such a thing. Tyson knew that look, so he nodded a head to the normally calm Kai and the fuming Mariam. Tala smirked, remembering all that he had to suffer because of Kai's need to rehearse what he had to say over and over. Tala decided it was time for payback.
"Yeah, whatever…" he went over to the rest of the group, proceeding to pull on Tyson's waist in a hopeless attempt to get Ozuma from punching Max senseless. Tyson was pondering over something for a while.
"Um…" he started, glancing around for an idea. The blue-haired boy sighed in his defeat, "Um, we… this might take a while, you two run off…" Tyson said, still unsure of what he just said.
Mariam and Kai blinked, as if in unison, "Why don't we just help you…?" Mariam offered flatly, raising a brow. Kai seemed to have the same idea, but he didn't show it much.
Tala grunted, "Oh no, we've got everything covered here…" he insisted, glaring his hardest at Kai. Mariam glanced at Kai for a second, then turned on her heel quickly and stormed off. Kai let out an angry grunt, crossing his arms and followed her.
She was at the bridge again, since that's where Kai found her. She was staring down at her reflection. The second she saw a slate-hair colored reflection next to hers, she whipped around, finding the only person who would possess such a tint of hair.
"Oh, it's you…" she huffed angrily, dipping her head quickly, making her hair bounce a bit. Her eyes narrowed heatedly at him, accompanied by a sneer of hatred, "What do you want?"
Kai just stared at her softly, in some sorrow, but his face still kept his normal composure. For a while, Kai was wondering if he should actually say the lines he planned out for her, or just wing it as he felt fit. Kai seemed to dip his head in shame, of himself. He felt like such an idiot for liking someone who hated him with every fiber of her being. It was obvious she wouldn't feel the same way. And Kai asked himself if that would stop him any day, "I…" he began, so unsure of himself and of everything, "came to apologize…"
Mariam's hard glare rearranged into a shocked look. She certainly wasn't expecting that. She was expecting another taunt, another reason to mock her. She couldn't stand that again, "You…what?"
Kai let out a low chuckle at her expense, "And you make fun of Dunga for having poor hearing…" he chuckled again, yet in a more scoffing way than before, "I said that I came to apologize." His eyes wandered, staring at something behind her head so he wouldn't have to look her straight in the eyes.
Mariam couldn't believe it; he was…being nice. That wasn't good. He probably wanted something back for that… Kai and nice never made a good mix. At least she didn't think so, "Apologize for what?"
He shook his head in his disbelief, stepping closer to her; one step away from her, "For…" he pondered to himself, "for everything…" he nodded, knowing that he was saying the right thing, "For hurting you and for just everything." He sighed in relief, putting both hands on her shoulders and stared down at her.
Mariam studied his facial expression; he seemed to be hoping for something to happen. He was…kind of smiling, "All right, what do you want?" she asked, kind of freaked out, stepping back from him.
"N-Nothing…" he wondered if that was really the right thing to say to her. Well, he wanted her to…maybe feel the way he did about her, but he'd never tell her that. They were supposed to hate each other. They were on opposite teams, opposite sides of the game. Bladebreakers and Saint Shield-ers just don't mix together. Yet, he found Max wishing everyday that it just would. Was he supposed to go against Max? It would seem weird since Mariam didn't even know why Kai was doing such a thing. He kept all his feelings inside, so that no one would be able to figure him out, "Nothing at all, Mariam."
"Then why are you being so nice?" She raised a light violet brow at him, her face questioning his words and she put her right hand to her hip.
Kai shrugged, "Why aren't you?" he asked in return, avoiding her question with his own. He really wasn't ready for her to know about what he felt, because to him, it didn't seem right. Everything about it was wrong. She hated him, Voltaire would hate him, Boris, he didn't care about, Max would hate him, and it felt awkward for Kai to come on out with these feelings, just 'suddenly' falling for her. It didn't seem right at all.
"Well, you are being nice…and you are apologizing…" Mariam considered, bringing her left index finger to just left of her chin in thought, "All right, but just this once. Tell anyone and I'll beat you so badly there won't be enough left of you for Ozuma to beat up, either."
The dark crimson eyed boy tilted his head back. Ozuma? He asked himself. What did Ozuma have to do with anything? Sure, they used to go out, but what did he have to do with now? Now was the issue of Max and Kai in some weird war for Mariam, without her notice. No Ozuma. He uttered it out, "What does Ozuma have to do with anything…?" he asked calmly, in his normal unruffled voice.
Mariam just smiled, "I don't know, but he's taken on some kind of…older brother quality now." She shrugged, looking back at him, "Why?"
He shrugged back at her, "Just wondering…" Kai sighed in relief; he was in the clear. For now, at least. They were having a humane conversation that didn't involve mocking or anything of the sort. Things would be okay between them; he broke the ice. But she didn't rust him. All the trust he possibly had for him vanished when he told her of what he did. But better that than have her never knowing, and Kai keeping it locked away deep inside himself, and then bringing it up at an irrelevant moment.
"Hey Kai?" Mariam asked after a few seconds of silence between them. Kai nodded, to show that she had his attention, "Just so you know…I'll accept your apology." She smirked at him, "But don't think that that means we're anything but friends or something…"
Kai just stood there, thinking about what she had just said to him. His arms lowered emotionlessly by his sides. His crimson orbs stared down at her sadly, possibly sadder than that event with Wyatt. Kai couldn't stand it. He turned away from her and closed his eyes. He felt…quite depressed, compared to normal occasions he had. Something in his chest hurt him deeply, and Kai ignored it, telling himself that it was just nothing, or a poorly eaten breakfast that didn't quite make its way down. But Kai seemed certain to himself that it was just nothing, although it hurt him strongly. What was wrong with him? He dipped his head low enough for his bangs to prevent the light from falling on his eyes. He also felt something strong tighten in his stomach, making it feel quite uncomfortable.
"Kai?" Mariam asked toward his back, trying to see his face, but he didn't give her the chance, as he kept turning his head away whenever she tried to see his face, "Kai? I accepted your apology. No big deal, right?" she asked, trying to comfort him, although she didn't understand why.
Then Rei and Salima chose that exact time to come walking by them, "Hey Kai! Mariam!" Rei yelled out, waving a hand up. Mariam looked over, seeing the Chinese blader in his oriental clothes and Salima in her normal purple long-sleeved top with hergray skirt. Kai didn't budge.
Rei squinted, "What's wrong with Kai?" he asked partially to himself and partially to Salima. She shrugged as he ran over to his teammate. She followed, sighing to herself.
"Mariam!" Salima exclaimed with a smile. Mariam blinked at the redheaded girl, and then returned the smile. Said redhead looked at Kai, then back at Mariam, "I think we should talk away from them…" and so Salima lead Mariam away from the Russian and Chinese bladers.
Rei watched the two girls go, then looked at Kai, "What now, Kai?" he asked, getting in front of him, annoyed.
Kai didn't say anything, just shook his head. Rei let out an annoyed grunt, folding his arms, "This about Mariam again?"
Kai didn't move this time. Rei took that as a yes. Rei knew that Kai liked Mariam. He noticed ever since Mariam came and helped Kai in their practice battle against Tyson and Max.Rei saw how Kai stared at her, seemingly entranced, when he thought that no one was looking.Rei always knew how Kai would look away for a short while, and then seemed to give into an inducement and look at her again. Whenever Mariam looked back at him with a curious look, his eyes would widen slightly in shock, he would give the slightest blush, a small smile and look away. Rei didn't know what to call it anymore…
The brunet let out a sigh, "I knew it…" he said with no surprise in his voice, "Well, what happened this time?"
"Nothing…" Kai replied in a low tone, still not moving from his current position. Rei only noticed that Kai's tightly clenched fist loosen it's grip and fall emotionlessly.
Rei smiled a bit. At least I got a word out of him… "Of course…" Rei said, in a sarcastically normal tone. Rei didn't buy that. Last time, Kai lashed out in rage, chasing Rei around because he brought up the Mariam thing. This, this right in front of him, it was new.
Kai finally opened his eyes, but he stared down at the ground before him. He honestly wished that he could feel like shit for liking someone who could never possibly like him. Kai had heard about getting hurt when you like someone, but he never felt it before. What was he thinking? He had no chance with Mariam. With anyone else, it would've been so simple, but it had to Mariam, didn't it? Hell, he knew he should feel like shit. Why did this have to be so complicated? He liked her, and he was just her friend. It took him so long just to reach the level of "friend" with her, and he knew it could take even longer to get even higher. Did it really matter if she liked him or not? He knew he liked her, and he knew she didn't like him. He knew he shouldn't feel bad because of it, but he couldn't help it.
It never bothered him until now…
Um…wow…
Yeah, sorry for that but I had to rap it up 'cause I'm went out today, early, and we got back really late, but anyways… I know; it seems one-sided on Kai's account, but from the bridge scene onward, it was more of Kai's side (notice how Kai's paragraphs are bigger than Mariam's) and I was just in that mood. Okay, the bridge scene onward is like a total opposite of my Rei/Mariam fic, I just realized... Stupid me.