Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ How we came to be ❯ A life more perfect ( Chapter 20 )

Chapter 20

 

Kai was lying in the hammock, trailing his fingers through the hair of the dozing girl on his chest. He smiled as he felt his own eyelids close. Today was a warm and pleasant one, and they had all decided to eat outside. Max was making dinner and Ray, Tyson, Kenny and Hilary were playing games. Kai and Faith had been lying in the hammock since lunch, to catch up on last nights sleep. Kai didn't know what time it was and he didn't care either. He had Faith in his arms, he was happy and that was all that mattered.

“Pass me the ketchup!” Tyson yelled and Kai hn'd.

He guessed that signalled dinner, whilst Faith slowly stirred from her place on his chest. He smiled at her sleepy expression and kissed her on the cheek. Her sleepy face was just adorable.

 

After dinner the group had started their games again, or in Tyson's case, the cheating. Kai thought the rest knew better than to let Tyson sit so close to the bank at Monopoly. When the sun was setting, they were still arguing the fact that he couldn't have over 10000 since he didn't own a single street. Faith had left the game a long time ago, watching the sun and the environment. The soft colours of the sky made the whole place look magical. And Kai's arms sliding around her waist made it all even better. She let herself lean into him, putting one hand onto his.

“Beautiful isn't it? I don't think our lives could get anymore perfect than this.” She said contentedly, closing her eyes and just enjoying the moment.

“I know one thing…”

She turned her head a little, looking at him with one eye.

“What?”

He didn't answer, but kept staring at the setting sun. She hadn't noticed the tense silence behind her as she kept her focus on Kai. She glared a little as he started to trace circles on her shirt, trying to distract her from the subject.

“Well? Are you going to tell me?”

“Maybe later.”

 

 

The next moment she felt his lips on hers. But she didn't give into the temptation. If she budged now, she'd never know. Not to mention he made her curious. Turning around so she could fully face him, she stared at him.

“Not this time Kai Hiwatari…I want to know.”

She briefly caught max' gaze behind Kai's head and frowned at the anticipation visible.

“It would be more perfect, if you'd be mine…”

She smiled, and stroked his hair. She then took his hand and put it on her heart.

“Silly, I am yours.”

“No, if you'd really be mine.”

 

She frowned. He had her more than utterly confused right now. He left his hand on her heart as his other one fumbled in his pockets. He pulled out a small box and presented it to her. Her eyes went from the box to his face several times and her frown deepened.

“Open it.”

Obeying she opened the small box, revealing a simple silver ring. The band had two parts, both being wings with the ends pointing towards each other. Without realising it a tear made its way to the corner of her eye. She looked at him as he spoke.

“Faith Delare. Will you be mine in heart, soul and law?”

 

She blinked a few times, reality slowly entering her mind. Tears were coming and she didn't even know why. She looked at the ring again, now fully understanding the meaning of the present. She said nothing for a while, trying to grasp this event. It took her several more blinks before she could finally answer.

“Yes.”

She had never seen such a vast expression of joy on her lovers face as he took the ring out of the box and slipped it on her finger. As he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately cheers erupted behind them.

 

It didn't take long for the news and tabloids to find out since they had informed them personally. For several days the headlines were about nothing else than the engagement. The wedding was to be held in December, and Max had taken it upon himself to fully arrange it. It nearly caused Faith to be married in a bright pink dress. But they were able to persuade him to let Faith pick, since it was her dress. Once December came, they could all feel their nerves rising. This event was more exiting than any championship they ever played in.

 

There was a knock on the door just as Hilary was going to put on her veil. Ray came in and gaped as he saw her standing there. Mariah, a girl Max had chosen to be one of the bridesmaids reminded him he was here for a reason.

“Shouldn't you be helping Kai?”

“Yeah, I was wondering if any of you have seen him. He's not in the dressing room.”

“Oh, he's probably just taking a walk. It's not every day he gets married you know.”

 

But Faith noticed the look in Ray's eyes and evaded the veil before it got attached to her head.

“I'll help you look.”

“But Faith, you're not supposed to see the groom…”

“That's just superstition. Besides, if Ray's worried, something's got to be fishy.”

They encountered Max on their way and it seemed like Kai had indeed mysteriously vanished.

 

#-# Kai POV #-#

 

Ray keeps touching his tie, trying to straighten it out, even though it's not even crooked. But that doesn't really bother me, the constant tapping of his foot on the other hand, does. You'd think that as the groom, I'd be a lot more stressed than he was. But then again, all I have to do is say my vows and I do at the right moment, and the rest of the time I can just stare at the beautiful eyes of my soon to be wife. I wonder how many colours I'll see in them. Or maybe they'll be a new colour.

 

But with Ray's constant tapping I can't even imagine what Faith will look like.

“Ray, could you PLEASE stop doing that, or take a walk? You're making me nervous.”

“I'm sorry it's just that…”

“Look, there are guards everywhere, so no worries about the security, the rings are still in your pocket. What are you worried about?”

“I don't know, stress I think. I've never been the best man before. I don't know if I have to say anything to you or if I'm doing it right.”

“Look Ray, you're doing fine for as far as I know. Now go take a walk before I throttle you.”

Once he's gone I look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit Max has a good taste. I wonder what kind of dress Faith picked. Max has been teasing me for weeks now, saying my jaw will drop to the ground and such. It's been irritating me, but I hope she hasn't given in to his request of a frilly bight pink dress. She's beautiful, but if she wears that, I'd have to scratch my eyes out before I go blind.

 

As the hour of the wedding draws near I start to feel a little jittery. Maybe I should take a walk, calm my nerves a bit. I've paced through about three quarters of the building when a door opens and I'm pulled inside. And there I see a face I hoped I'd never see again.

“What are you doing here?”

“Why, I came to see your wedding of course. I was deeply saddened when I didn't get an invitation. But I assume it got lost in the mail.”

“You're not invited. And neither is he.”

I glare at Boris, standing next to Voltaire, my grandfather. Even though he has done more than enough to me to make me doubt that there is even a blood relation between us. I'd rather be the devils son than his grandchild. But he ignores my comment, though his look hardens

“Finally getting married, my boy. Your father would be proud.”

“You have no right to talk about my father.”

“I have every right to; he was the fruit of my loins you see.”

 

“How did you get past security?”

“I can be very persuasive you know. Besides, who could ever refuse an old man to see the marriage of his only grandson?”

“I can.”

The tension has grown so strong in the room that I wonder why it's not suffocating me. Of all the things that could ruin the one of the happiest moments of my life, it had to be him. I still don't know how he got past security, but seeing the smirk on Boris' face, a few options come to mind. My mind registers a door opening and I can't help but look at its direction.

 

Max was right; my jaw did fall to the ground. But not just because of the way she looks. It's also out of fear. What would happen to her? I can't risk losing her again. She's standing in the doorframe, looking at me worriedly. It doesn't match the rest of her outfit, she should look happy. Ray and Max are standing in the doorway, with similar looks on their faces. Their eyes travel through the room and land on Voltaire and Boris. I can see her eyes widen in horror as the man smiles at her. If it hadn't been for Max and Ray standing behind her, she would have taken several steps backward.

 

“Well, well, well, if it isn't the lovely bride. Come to see if he didn't run away, did you? Don't worry; I wouldn't let him get away.”

“Leave old man, you are not wanted here.”

“I'm afraid I can't, Kai. For you see, I made a promise to myself.”

“What?”

“That no one ever escapes Biovolt to live happily ever after.”

I can see the sun reflecting on the barrel of a gun as Boris pulls it from under his cloak. It all seems to go so slow, yet too fast for me to move. My heart and mind are screaming. No! Why now; after all these years. Why do they have to take away everything I hold so dear?

 

But I soon realise Faith wasn't the target of Boris' gun.

 

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IMPORTANT note: This story will have 2 (that's right!) endings. One of them I had in my mind since the beginning of the story, and the other when I neared the end. But it can go so many, many ways. But I will not say anything except this: only the title of said ending will hint how the story will end…nothing else.

 

Having this said, it means that this is the last chapter before the ending! (Wipes forehead) I've been trying to figure out how to write this for the past two weeks, couldn't get the right beginning.

 

On a side note: I design clothes as a hobby. It took me 3 hours to spiff it up in fireworks. If you want to see it, the link is currently my homepage.

It's a converted jpeg, meaning the edges are a lot harder than intended. The dress was not specifically designed for Faith, but I think it suits her rather well.

 

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