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La Noche V.2

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𝙺𝚒𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚝: 𝚘𝚖w 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 🗣️🤌

Aiga released a sigh, one he didn't even know it was clogged in his throat until he had picked up the phone.

Nonetheless, he had still hoped Kitt wouldn't come so soon, the reminder of him arriving only made his heart caged inside his chest thrum harder and painfully than some constriction in his lungs he'd ever experience. Paired up with his oh-sudden flushed cheeks appearing without his consent, it undoubtedly sure made it harder to keep his appearance seemingly intact. Clearly impossible, no matter how many times he slapped his cheeks and chest to go back normal to the point he'd given up on it long ago.

Oh, well. Aiga blew a strand of his hair away from his face. The teenager was no fashionista when it came to how he looked, so there's no practicality in worrying about it. Yet the lingering, nagging voices back in his head would say otherwise. Aiga could ignore them for few more minutes as he always did. But this time it just was not enough in this unfortunate situation he had put himself through.

And then and there, it had hit him.

He only had a few minutes before Kitt arrived here, being in Beigoma Academy's elementary sports hall where the darkness swarmed across the gymnasium he stood upon. If it weren't for the saving silver moonlight pouring through the rows of the large windows, then this surely would've taken a different mood as being the perfect place for some kid like him to be kidnapped.

Then again, it was still a perfect place in Aiga's humble opinion to meet up with Kitt. Perhaps the windows were open far too wide for an autumn's night, allowing strong gusts of wind to howl so boisterously and let his hair be muffed away by the wind. Yet it's presence wasn't a displeasure with it caressing gently upon his porcelain skin that brought a fresh invigoration in his mind.

It wouldn't have mattered either way whilst he was already slumping against the beystadium he set up long, cross-legged and quiet in exchange of using and indulging his whims of a promising battle to come between him and his rival. To say it the mood was serene was half the truth, since Aiga's mind was far from being at peace as he sits in his elementary gymnasium for the first time since he went to lower-secondary. One could say he too was trembling quite slightly like a leaf would be under the casted wind.

By no mean was the place striking fear into Aiga's heart. Oh no, it was a great place full of nostalgia. A place Aiga personally would want to keep such memories from slipping past from his fingers since this was practically where he was born.

Him being here was also a good reminder of it. A rather good reminder of how he had met a particular auburn-head slithering inside unannounced during one of his battles. He quietly chuckled under his breath as he recalled such meetings.

If there was a particular trait he could remember then it was how Kitt was far too pushy back then. Then again, his pushiness was all for the goodwill of himself and others he supposed so it couldn't really be considered as a drawback.

Without him, Aiga was sure that he'd never learn or know the basics of Valt and Beyblade's little history. Being somewhat isolated by the world as a farm boy, Kitt's presence really did help and educate him about not only Beyblade as a sport but the whole as well to an extent. It was surreal to even think about that most of the things he learnt about Beyblade was through him, even if it was background knowledge.