𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐊𝐚𝐢 𝐇𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢

Chapter 04: Not the ones which run deeper than skin.

"Do I even know you, or do I not?"

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Kai

She looked like she was pushing herself.

Not physically, she was not doing anything physical to push herself like that–though the white cloth wrapped around her knuckles and the calloused scratches on the palm of her hand did signify that she probably did that too– but more like emotionally, mentally perhaps.

It was the moment since Max beyblade had lost its trajectory, it was a rookie mistake, something Kai had told him countless times– his enthusiasm often led to him overlooking important points. For a moment, when it spinned toward her he felt his heart skip a beat– an unusual feeling he was not used to.

It must have been the fact that if she would have gotten hit, it would have needed medical attention and that would have led to a scene from the media.

Yes that must be it.

But she had caught it, her hand catching it just before it could make contact. Alright, at least he knew she had good reflexes. Many people had them, nothing peculiar there.

It was the faintest tremble in her arms after that caught his attention. How after that she had moved back a bit, her composure that was so rigid yesterday though not cracking but a bit moved now.

How her fingers would brush away the invisible lint from her clothes, twirl the pen, fists clenching and pupils darting at the sound of the slightest sound, gaze going unfocused for a second before returning again.

She was being overcautious, anxious and probably trying to block out things she didn't want to remember.

All that because she got a cut from the beyblade.

"Aww, come on Kai, go easy on me here!" Tyson pouted, snapping his thoughts back to the blue head in front of him.

Exhaling a breath, he extended his hand. The familiar warmth of his beyblade reached his hand as it retracted in his palm, "Enough for today," he said, his voice rough. Before his gaze briefly glanced back at her, who was now on her feets shutting down the notebook.

He had a feeling why her behavior was like that, and he was not sure he liked it or wanted it to be true.

No, he would pray it was not true. Because if it was– well it would definitely explain why her eyes seemed engraved in his heart, but would complicate everything much much more.

So he took the easy way out, shoving those thoughts aside and thinking about more plausible theories.

"Hey," Ray approached Ahana, his voice friendly and smiling calmly, "we are going to a restaurant to get dinner, wanna join?"

"Oh," she looked up at him, her ocean eyes meeting his golden orbs for a second before she shook her head, "Thanks for asking but I am alright, I have to get back to my hotel anyway,"

"Oh I see, want a ride back?"

Why the hell was he this insistent on talking to her? Yes, Ray was friendly and approachable, but not to this extent that bordered on persistence. Kai rolled his eyes, taking his bag off the grass, feeling a twinge of annoyance.