Beyblade Oneshots and Imagines

Win You Back ii [Bryan Kuznetnsov]

Payton sat by my side as I told her the story, choking on my own words. Pay was so understanding she didn't say "I told you" instead she just patiently heard all of my crying.

"It'll be okay. There's still plenty of fish in the sea. You'll find the right person for you."

"But Pay, he was the one for me!" I whined like a child that night in bed. But eventually I got past the initial wave of pain and sadness.

With my friends' help I handled the rejection pretty easily. We still ate on the same table in cafeteria and he still sat on the table diagonal to ours.

It still painted me but I was healing from the drinking habit and all. Payton even set me up a few times for which I'll forever be thankful.

Then graduation came and I got my placement in Japan. I was ready for a perfect new start with a clean slate in a new country. But how wrong could I be? Not more perhaps.

Bryan's POV
(A Month Later)

I boarded the plane feeling satisfied. The new tournament was here again. Boris was gone and I was finally getting to meet the team. I wasn't very thrilled but the old routine felt good.

However there was only one strange feeling in my chest. Like something was missing. I didn't know what but it was like I was missing someone and I hated that. I hated feeling anything but rage.

I had this feeling since I stopped sleeping with Y/n. She sure was one hell of a hot girl. I missed her body so much, I was almost confusing the feeling for missing her, instead of the body.

I reached the BBA hotel and the matches started soon but even Bey Blading couldn't shake that feeling for me. Every night when I slept I had dreams of (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes and an innocent smile.

It didn't matter how much I chatted with others I couldn't remember their words but trivial pieces of information about Y/n that I should've forgotten by now.

I remembered her favourite ice cream flavour, favourite drink, favourite singer and stuff that I didn't even remember hearing from her.

"Do well in this match or we're replacing you, with Ian." Tala scoffed at me as I got ready for my match in the dressing room. It was against All Starz. Michael was already out there smirking like crazy.

"We'll see." I gave him the finger and went out for the battle. This time I was positive her thoughts weren't going to disturb me.

But as I went out I realized it wasn't her thoughts that were going to trouble me. It was she herself. She was sitting in the stands with a bunch of other people all dressed in shirts spelling M-I-C-H-A-E-L. I blinked wondering if it was actually her.

It was.

There she was. (H/c) hair tied in pigtails, wearing a red cap, red & white striped T-shirt and a pair of navy blue jeans.

I felt like a brick hit me as she glanced at me for a second, and then looked away. Hurt flashed on her kind face. Why was I so affected by it? She shouldn't have meant anything to me.

But she does. She does mean so much, doesn't she? You can't lie to yourself, can you?

The match was a disaster to say the least. I was out and done with, in under ten minutes. My eyes continually started at her figure, mentally replaying the many nights with her in bed.

I cringed as I thought about her, comparing her with cheesy things. But that was it. She was so sensitive.

"What the hell man! Are you fucking crazy? What did you do out there? Are you a noob or what?!" Tala shook me by the shoulders but my mind was somewhere else.