Have and to Hold

Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Beyblade series.

Pairing: Takao x Max tension.


An old injury took Takao out of commission. According to Max, that is.

"Max, get out of the way."

"Not this time, Takao." Max blocked the sliding door. "You battled with that ankle messed up before. You keep this up, the damage will be permanent."

"It's nothing! I can still battle!" Takao was obviously struggling to even stand without grabbing for his foot in pain.

"Takao. I know you can ignore it, but once the battle's over, you'll be lying down, moanin' and groanin' again."

"So let me moan and groan! I'm not missing this BeyBattle!"

"If you won't listen to me, listen to the team doctor."

"Hiromi isn't a doctor! I'll listen to my gut, thank you!"

"You're not welcome, Takao! Now obey Hiromi-chan's order and go lie down!"

"You can't stop me, Max! I'm walking through that door if I have to go through you!"

"Maybe, Takao. Except I'm a desperate man."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I want to watch you battle, but I don't want to watch you hurt yourself either."

"That's…nice, I guess? What if I don't push myself?"

Max smiled very, very near Takao's face. Not unusual for them, yet Takao detected this wasn't an ordinary Max smile.

"Woah, Max! We're friends and –"

"You're rejecting me that fast, Takao?"

Takao patted the wall behind him blindly, as if there were an escape button he could press. "You're springing this on me pretty fast, Max!"

"I'm sorry about this, Takao."

"About wha – AHHHH!"

Max took Takao down and folded a cushion around his injured ankle, not handling it with care.

"Darn, damn, shit, MAAAAX!"

The Hiromi method.

"You get what you deserve, Takao!" Max chuckled. Playful.

The Max method.