Hiya! This is a sweet story, I hope ya can enjoy :) R&R

Hikaru's P.O.V

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...fate's love...

I had a good life – I was going to Jacksonville State University in Alabama, I had lots of friends, was doing well in my classes, and had my own apartment. I was really happy there, except that my ex-boyfriend kept driving up from Atlanta to try to convince me that we were still together. It was creepy, and his unwelcome visits were random and frequent. A couple of my guy friends started walking me home from work just to make sure he wouldn't bother me between there and the apartment. I felt paranoid, but there was no way to avoid him. He somehow knew my schedule, and no matter where I was, he always seemed to find me.

That changed when my parents told me that they were moving. They had lived just ten minutes away from my apartment, and knowing that my dad was close by made me feel safer. They were moving to Metal Bey City, and they wanted me to come with them. My dad knew about my ex's increasing stalking, and he didn't want me staying in the apartment alone. I love the sun and the beach, and I wanted to be with them. Even though I liked my life at college, I thought it was about time for another adventure – especially if it meant I'd be harder for my ex to find.

When I told my friends about the move, they were sorry to see me go, but they knew I couldn't stick around and wait for my ex to get any crazier – or bolder, once my parents left. My friend Toby laughed and said, "Oh, you'll probably meet some Joe Preppy guy and get married."

I made a face. Someday, I did want to get married, but not until after I finished college and had a career and a chance to live independently for awhile. I had told God already that I wanted to get married when I was twenty-eight and not a year sooner.

After we moved, I went with my parents to Bey Battle. I was having an awful day that day – Most of my clothes were in boxes, still packed in the truck, and there was an enormous pimple on my chin that makeup only seemed to make worse.

Before the D.J announced the winner, I noticed some guy in a plain dark green shirt and a black jacket, a pair of plaid brown boots , kept grinning in my direction. I glanced behind me and didn't see anyone else, and finally I realized he was grinning at me. Not just smiling, but seriously staring at me as though he had just struck gold, as if I was someone he only just realized he had been missing.

Oh no. I was disoriented from a life-changing move, finally out of range of a stalker ex, and with a pimple the size of a volcano in my chin – the last thing I needed was to get back on the dating track. In a few years, sure – I love to meet new people. But not now. Besides, I was artsy. I wore a lot of black. I was very much my own person. I didn't have any business getting involved with some midriff shirt wearing creepy guy. Even though I did think guys were hot, especially this one, with his defined jaw and sheepish grin. And I could tell he was talented when he got up to battle. I changed pews to hide behind some tall people.

After the Bey Battle, a bunch of teenagers swarmed the guy, so I managed to escape without meeting him. But, that evening, I did meet a guy named Nile at the bey stadium. Nile invited me out to show me Bey City and to take me to a beach I hadn't seen.

The next day, we were on our way and stopped at his apartment to pick something up. While we were there he called his friend Kyoya at bey park to arrange a kind of welcome party with the other friends. He was the best person to spread news, so he was the best person to get in touch with everybody. They talked a minute, and then Nile said, "I don't know all the details. Why don't you ask her yourself?" and passed the phone to me.
Kyoya had heard a lot about me and where I came from, and had met my parents already. We had a great conversation and I felt unusually comfortable and drawn in by his voice. He asked if he could call me again later, and I heard myself tell him the number to the condo where my parents and I were staying. I had only heard it once, and certainly hadn't memorized it. What amazed me was that I got it right.

After we hung up, I felt strange, excited and confused at the same time. I had to remind myself that I had just had one short conversation with a guy I'd never met. I was not going to build up any expectations.

The next day, he called me and just boldly asked me out to dinner. I hadn't dated anyone in nearly two years, since I'd broken up with the stalker, in fact. I was stunned that he was asking me out after just one phone conversation, but I was even more stunned when I heard myself very calmly tell him yes.

When he arrived to pick me up for our date, I wasn't happy about what I was wearing. It wasn't at all an outfit I felt good in, but with most of my clothes still in boxes, I didn't have many choices except a dress with a flower print that had a small belt that was black and some lace high heels. I felt like the anathema of my usual self – more like a cheerleader than the real me.

When I opened the door to meet Kyoya, I got a shock. He was the strong guy that battled, complete with dark green shirt under and it was ripped with a small black jacket on top, with brown pants,and boots, to compleat his look he pulled his spicky green like oak tree hair with his battle belt on his waist.

I had no idea what to expect from this date, but as it turned out I had a wonderful time getting to know Kyoya.

The very next day, Kyoya invited me to a battle. That turned out a bit weird. As soon as I walked through the doors of the park where they met, a bunch of the girls ran to Kyoya's place, giggling. I heard one start singing the wedding anthem before they Kyoya got angry. I could hear Kyoya trying to hush them up before he emerged, embarrassed.

After a lot of battles was over, we finished up at McDonalds and the kids went home. Then we went to Kyoya's apartment and sat out on his balcony to talk. We witnessed to his neighbor downstairs, and eventually our conversation grew more serious, from talking about our relationship's probable future to talking about marriage. Once we realized that, we both freaked out. My heart was pounding as I left – I had to tell someone.

I drove back to the condo at about 2:45 in the morning. I came in and woke my dad, who was sleeping in his chair. He asked how the bey battle went.

"Oh, yeah. It was great," I said, not knowing yet what to say.

He frowned a little and sat up. "How did things go with Kyoya?"

I took a deep breath. "I believe I have met the man I am going to marry."

He jumped up out of his chair and went to wake up my mom. He waved me in. "Hikaru, come here and tell your mother what you just told me."

I told her, and she reached over and slapped my dad's arm. "June! You were right!" she said.

I looked from her to my dad. "Right about what?" I asked.

It turned out that my dad had met Kyoya nearly a year ago, before the move from Alabama, and a fortune teller had told him that Kyoya would be my husband. My mom reminded me that when we had talked before about how I wanted to meet the one for me, I had said I wanted fate to reveal him to my dad first. She also told me that when Dad had told her about kyoya, she had just blown it off. But they had both agreed not to speak of it to anyone, and leave it totally to fate to decide.

This blew me away. The talk I'd had with my mom was months before my dad had met Kyoya, and in less than a week after I had seen him at the park, I had talked to him on the phone, been on a date, and met the group of friends he claims idiots . And now my dad was telling me that he had known I'd marry Kyoya for almost an entire year. Once fate had set the circumstances of our meeting in motion, everything happened more quickly than I ever would have imagined.

Now I am here calibrating my 3rd anniversary with my husband Kyoya Tatigami, and our 1st baby boy... We named him after Nile...

so was it good? I thought of Nile cuz he was the dude to start there meeting! So was the story good, ok, bad? Tell me pleas :) oh and hikarus dad is called "June" R&R pleas!