Lion's Pride [Beyblade Metal Fight]

Twenty-Nine || Plain Patience

Media: Kyoya Tategami

My head still felt like it had gone to hell several times and back when someone entered the next day.

"Wake up."

The bed jostled viciously, and I let out a muffled groan in reply, only to let the sheets be torn away from me by a tan hand. "Wha...?"

"Wake up," Kyoya repeated, and pushed the bed to the side in one, quick jerk, only using his foot to push it.

"I'm awake and alive," Pulling myself slowly upright, I winced as the insides of my brain scrambled around. "What do you want?"

"I told you last night, remember? I'm coming in here to see if you can recall words and things correctly. Stupid, yeah, but they're insisting I do it."

With a sigh, he sat down on the edge of my bed. I shifted uncertainly, moving my feet to the side so I wouldn't be touching him. "Well, sorry I don't remember."

His eyes gleamed with something- amusement, maybe? "The medics did say you're going to have trouble remembering recent information, so I guess I can bear with that. And I'm trying to get this over as soon as possible, so I can get back to training."

"So I'm a burden."

Going on without allowing him to reply, I slammed my hand into the railing that supported the bed, hissed, but continued. "I'm worthless as of currently! I can't do anything with stupid damn headache. How much longer am I going to have to be in here?!"

I grabbed the pendant around my neck and tugged relentlessly and uselessly, my other hand curled into a fist that clenched a bundle of the sheets together.

"I hate waiting. I hate being trapped."

When I looked up, cursing the burn in my nose that told me I was close to crying, Kyoya wasn't looking at me. Instead, he had his gaze focused on the notepad he held loosely in his hands, and flipped a page up to reveal a blank sheet of paper.

"At least you have someone you can look forward to returning to."

My mouth opened in a tiny 'o', but all emotion was wiped off of Kyoya's face, a clean mask present on his scarred features.

"What's your favorite color?"

I blinked at the question. He still wasn't looking at me.

"Purple...?"

He scribbled the word down, huffed a small bang of green hair out of his eyes, and asked another question. "Animal?"

"Eagle. I also like red pandas." My answer was more firm this time as I settled into a comfortable position, my knees drawn to my chest.

"What's my Beyblade?"

"Wait, that's a question? Seriously?"

"Just answer it."

Rolling my eyes back in thought, my mind went back to when I first saw him on TV, battling against an orange-haired boy in a tournament called the 'Survival Battle'.

"Leone...? Rock Leone, I think?" I tried.

The barest nod of his head.

"What's your biggest fear?"

"Whoa there, getting personal," I joked, but my mouth fixated in a thin line, debating between lying and telling the truth.

After a few moments, I could feel a heated gaze burn into my lowered head. Peeking out between a thin curtain of golden-brown strands of hair, Kyoya's steady sapphire-eyed glance was almost comforting.