Title: Snowbound With An Angel
Summary: It was something Miguel had never done before. But Kai Hiwatari had the face of an angel, and -- like him -- was facing an overnight delay to his plane on Christmas Eve. Before he knew it, he was suggesting they spend their time together.
Pairings: Miguel/Kai
Warnings: Fluff. Christmas fic.
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade.

Hello everyone! It's getting close to that time of year again, Christmas and as I do every year since I've been here, I have a Holiday fic for everyone to enjoy, I hope. This Chrissy fic will be about three chapters long, so I'm starting a bit early X3 Now, without further ado, I present to you the start of a Christmas present from me to you. Enjoy!

Miguel always knew he had rotten luck. He doesn't need to be reminded him over and over again. But even so, he can't believe his luck right about now.

Here he is, stranded at a little unknown country airport where the heating doesn't appear to be working too well, a snow storm raging outside and his flight has been grounded. All on Christmas Eve! Its approaching dark soon and the chances are the storm will continue to rage until the late hours of tomorrow morning!

A disgruntle sigh passes Miguel lips as he pulls his jacket closer and tighter around his shoulders and tries his hardest to get a tiny bit comfortable in these absolute horrid plastic waiting seats. He's cold, he's bored and he's alone.

Great. He doesn't even have someone to whinge to.

"Could it get any worse?" he mutters under his breath darkly, a look of displeasure on his face.

Suddenly, the artificial lights over head begin to flicker. Miguel holds his breath, waiting for them to stop or to plummet him, along with the rest of the stranded passengers into complete darkness.

Fortunately, the lights stay on and Miguel releases the breath he's being holding. "Sorry I asked," he sighs bitterly.

This is not how he imagined spending his Christmas. He was on his way back home, his teammates went ahead of him, when he's plane was suddenly diverted and was force to land at some quaint little country runway that mainly army cargo planes use.

No sign of any army personnel, though. The only sign of life other than the passengers and crew of the snowbound plane is a lone sales clerk who's stuck here as well. And he's not too happy, neither.

Hell, who would be, snowbound in an underused airport on Christmas? Miguel himself is certainly no happy camper.

Turning his stunning sapphire blue eyes, Miguel glances at his fellow stranded passengers. There's a small family consisting of a father and a mother with two children, holding them close to keep them warm and comfortable. There's a business man somehow sleeping on these rock hard chairs, his feet resting on his briefcase and snoring loudly. There's the mandatory loud mouth jackass who is standing away from the others and is complaining loudly about everything and everyone.

"I have a business meeting I need to attend to tomorrow morning!" he practically roars at a sales clerk standing behind the ticket counter who is also less than happy about being here. "I demand that you open up the runway!"

Miguel is unable to stop himself from snorting at the demand. There's a raging blizzard outside. What does he expect them to do? Go outside in the howling winds and tell the snowstorm to stop so they can get this jackass back into the air?

Some people are just so arrogant, rude and unbelievably stupid.

Another snort erupts from Miguel's throat when he suddenly imagines someone from the airport walking out into the storm and shaking their finger at the blizzard in a tisking manner while the other hand rest on their hip. "Now, you stop that. We have work to do."

Good god, he's only been stuck at this airport for two hours and he's already starting to lose it.

Turning his eyes back to people watching, Miguel feels his eyes widen when they fall upon a very familiar two tone blue haired enigma. He is standing in front of the large floor to ceiling windows, one of his pale and lithe hands pressing against the glass. He's wearing a pair of loose fitting black jeans, black and red sneakers and a long crimson red jumper than ends mid thigh on his legs.

Sitting up in his chair, Miguel blinks slowly in confusion. "Is that Kai?" he whispers to himself. He narrows his eyes, trying to catch the teen's reflection in the dark mirror. There, he spots a pair of ruby red eyes and four bright blue triangles.

There's no mistaking it. That's Kai Hiwatari, alright.

"What is he doing here?" Miguel muses to himself, still staring at Kai's reflection in the window. Despite the distance between them Miguel is able to see every outline, every curve of Kai's face. It's perfectly proportion in every way, no fine lines, nothing out of place. It's perfect.

It's like he has a face of an angel.

Kai fascinates Miguel more than he probably should. He has heard much about the enigma from the others. Some things said are harsh, while others are uplifting. It seems when it comes to Kai you either like him or hate him.

Though, Miguel isn't entirely sure what there is to hate about Kai. Sure, he had to do things that seem a little unorthodox, but in the end everything worked out well and no one was hurt, right? And yet, some of the other bladers ignore that, convinced that Kai is nothing but a heartless jerk.

Tyson is often the one claiming that Kai is a jerk. And yet, appears to be totally obsessed with him some days. He chases after him often and attempts to drag him to places where they can hang out together. If he really thought he was a jerk, why would he bother to do such things?

Keeping his eyes on the enigma, Miguel debates whether or not he should approach him. He's never walked up to Kai before to have a long conversation with him. Sure, he's shared a few words with him, but their conversations were usually short as either someone drags him away or someone drags himself away to do something. Besides, Kai always appeared to be busy or distracted before. And in some cases, he looked annoyed and exhausted.

Kai, he has this aura about him. It's a little intimidating, sometimes. He's seen high powered officials stutter nervously in the enigma's presence. He has this gaze that seems to stare right into you very soul, effortlessly telling whether or not you are lying.

Before Miguel has the chance to even reconsider his actions or any possible consequences, he climbs to his feet and approaches Kai silently, hoping not to startle him. As he moves closer, he keeps his gaze upon Kai's reflection in the dark window, mostly his face. Just as he is a few steps behind him, he notices that Kai's eyes widen a fraction with recognition and turns around.

"Miguel?" Kai says as he blinks slowly with surprise.

"Hey," Miguel greets in a friendly, yet nervous manner as he gives a small wave. "It's nice to see a familiar face."

"It is," Kai turns away from the window, a hint of relief in his eyes and voice, subtly soothing Miguel's nerves. "And here I thought this place was filled with snobby businessmen and screaming kids."

"Me too," Miguel chuckles as he moves to stand beside Kai at the window, placing his bag down next to his. "I guess that teaches me to be more observant in the future."

A smile appears on Kai's lips and he nods. He turns back towards the window, but keeps his body language open towards Miguel. "This storm is pretty bad," he comments as he stares out into the stirring snow. "We'll probably be here all night."

Miguel nods and leans his shoulder against the window, keeping his attention directed at Kai and folds his arms over his chest to keep himself warm. "They say it's going to last until late tomorrow morning."

"I wouldn't be surprised if it lasts longer," Kai mutters under his breath, shaking his head slowly, letting his stormy gray hair sway elegantly before his eyes.

"You don't mind that I hang around here for a while, do you?" Miguel asks, even though a part of him knows it's only a formality, after all, if Kai didn't want his company, he would have told him to piss off and leave him alone long before he could have gotten a word out.

He is by no means rude; just blunt, honest and to the point.

"I don't particularly want to spend Christmas alone," he adds before he can stop himself. "Even if I am stuck at a snow covered airport."

Kai slowly shakes his head, once again causing the stormy gray tresses to sway before his eyes. "I don't mind at all," he replies with a small smile on his lips, seeming appreciative that he thought to ask, even though it wasn't really necessary.

Miguel studies Kai for a moment with a gentle gaze and a soft smile on his lips. He feels that he should say something, but a part of him doesn't want to break this comfortable silence between them, Kai's aura is oddly reassuring and calming, a far cry to the howling winter winds outside.

Fortunately Kai chooses his decision for him when he turns away from the window to look at him, his ruby red eyes filling with a sense of curiosity. "Were you heading home to Spain for Christmas?" he asks.

"That's right," Miguel replies as his smile widens a fraction, a part of him pleased that Kai is the one initiating the conversation between them and not the other way round. It means that Kai is comfortable in his presence as well.

This is actually the perfect place to get to know the enigma better as there is no fear that someone from either of their teams will pull them apart before they can really get to talk. He has always wanted to get to know Kai a little better; maybe this little snowstorm was just answering his seasonal wish?

"My teammates caught an earlier plane," Miguel goes on to explain, tilting his head to the side with a smile on his lips when he notices a small flash of realization in Kai's eyes that he is in fact alone here.

He then turns to rest his back against the glass windows and slips down until he is sitting on the floor, one leg bent at the knee as the other lies straight on the floor. "Lucky they did, I'd go made if I was stuck here with Aaron and Matilda."

This time, Kai tilts his head ever so slightly to the side, a light sense of confusion in those red orbs of his as he moves to take a seat next to him, also turning his back to the winter storm. "Why do you say that?" he asks as he slouches against the window and pulls his knees towards his chest, casually wrapping his arms around them.

"Matilda is scared of storms and Aaron can be quite loud when he's irritated," Miguel replies with a small laugh. "I guess he would get along really well with Tyson, wouldn't he?"

Kai rolls his eyes towards the ceiling and nods. "Yes, indeed."

"Having Claude with me wouldn't be too bad," Miguel carries on. "But he does go unnervingly silent whenever he's worried about something."

"Storms tend to make a lot of people nervous," Kai says as he glances over his shoulder to gaze out the window. "They don't bother me at all, though."

"There's something fascinating about storms," Miguel agrees as he momentarily glances out the window as well before turning his eyes to gaze directly at Kai. There's something absolutely fascinating about Kai as well. "I enjoy watching them myself."

Again, that goes for Kai as well. He looks so peaceful and calm right now, his calmness easily rubbing off on him.

"That's good to know," Kai says as a soft chuckle escapes his lips. "I was told that I was weird for liking storms."

Miguel raises an eyebrow, a part of him indignant that someone would say such a thing. Many people enjoy watching storms so it's not weird at all. "Who said that?"

"Ray," Kai tells him. "But then again he would say that. He's a bit frightened of storms himself."

"I'd rather be weird than boring," Miguel mutters under his breath as a frown graces his lips. Ray is a nice guy and all, but he finds the neko a little too predictable for his liken. He doesn't have any quirks to call his own and being scared of storms isn't a quirk as a lot of people are as well.

A laugh rings out as Kai finds Miguel's comment, no doubt directing at the said neko jin, a bit funny himself. Miguel turns to him and a smile returns to his lips, mentally noting to himself that Kai has a nice laugh, it's a pity not many people get to hear it.

But then again, it means he's one of the few who has and he should consider himself very lucky indeed.

"So, what are you, or rather, what were you doing for Christmas, Kai?" he asks, eager to learn more about the enigma next to him.

It was originally going to be a oneshot, but I decided to make a tad longer. Why? Because I can, that's all X3

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