Note: This story takes place after G-Revolution. I don't own any Beyblade characters but my god, I wish I did!
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Brooklyn sunk his teeth into his knees and hugged them tighter to his chest. He had been sobbing for several hours now.
He couldn't believe it. He actually lost to Kai.
But it didn't make any sense.
He was Brooklyn Masefield. He never lost a match a day in his life. After all, he had been chosen. His bit-beast, Zeus, was the King of the Gods; the King of all bit-beasts.
So he never bothered to practice beyblading. He didn't need to. With Zeus, he always knew that he would win. It was like destiny. He was destined to master Zeus and he was destined to be a winner.
So this loss to Kai...Why? Why didn't he see this coming?
He jumped at the sound of approaching footsteps. But how was that possible? He didn't see or hear anyone come into the room. Rubbing his eyes with his sleeves, he turned to his right and couldn't believe it.
There he was; the boy who ruined his ideals of perfection.
Kai.
Kai was panting as though he were out of breath. His clothes and scarf were filthy, tattered and soaked in blood. There were several cuts and bruises visible all throughout his body.
Brooklyn let out a scream as he watched Kai raise his beyblade to him in a launched position.
"It's okay, Brooklyn. Don't blame yourself because nobody taught you anything different. Up until now you have bladed using only your natural abilities and that was only good enough to win."
And in the blink of an eye, Kai vanished. Instead, he saw Hiro standing before him. But where did Kai go? Was Brooklyn losing it, did he just see a ghost?
"It's time to get back into reality, Brooklyn! Face it, you lost! Now quit being a big baby and stand on your own two feet! The first thing I need to get into your head is what blading is all about!" Hiro scolded him, with clenched fists. "Beyblading is about harnessing your energy! It's not about spoiled brats who think every battle should be handed to them on a silver platter because they're naturals!"
"You mean me?"
"HELL-O!" Hiro snapped.
Brooklyn felt his blood boil at the sarcasm in Hiro's voice. Hiro was wrong. He wasn't a spoiled brat. He WAS a natural and he was the best.
Hiro wanted him to harness his energy? Fine. That is exactly what he would do.
He thought about losing in front of thousands of people on live television. The humiliation of facing his parents and having to tell them that he lost. All of his anguish, his sadness, his pain...he thought about all of it.
and then everything went
black...
Brooklyn panted heavily and opened his eyes, scanning the room nervously. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the young woman sitting across from him. On her desk was the name tag, 'Arlene Carver, M.D.'. He saw shelves filled with several books and encyclopedias, several framed certificates hanging on the walls. He had been dreaming again; he wasn't anywhere else but in the safety of the office of his psychiatrist.
Dr. Carver exhaled sharply reaching for the clipboard on her desk. She quirked an eyebrow before pushing the glasses up from her nose and began to scribble on her clipboard.
"Excellent work today, Brooklyn." said Dr. Carver in a dull tone. "Now you should be all set for your release later this evening."
"But, but..what about my dream? We're not finished! We can't be! I'm still seeing things!"
"Now Brooklyn, we've talked about this! There was no Hiro, no Kai, no apocalyptic 'beybattle' or whatever you call it! These hallucinations are a result of your insecurities and anxiety over being so smart! That's all!" Dr. Carver stated sharply.
"Now I'm increasing the dosage of your Aprozalam and Risperidone and you will be asked to attend outpatient therapy sessions once a week! Do you understand?"
"But if those things never happened then why do I keep dreaming about it? Hiro coached me and I lost...I lost to Kai and —"
"There goes your wild imagination again, Brooklyn! Those dreams you're having, they are mere projections of your subconscious! You were feeling depressed and alone! You hurt yourself and you ended up here, remember? Now it's time to return to your room and pack your belongings..Your friend, Garbage —"
"It's Garland!"
"Right, right...Garland. Well Garland and the Siebald family have agreed to pick you up this afternoon! They will be arriving shortly so you should be discharged before they arrive. And again, make sure you pick up your medications on your way out, okay? They should help with the hallucinations and dreams."
Brooklyn let out a defeated heavy sigh and rose from his seat. There was no point in arguing. Clearly she wouldn't change her mind seeing as she was still scribbling on her clipboard making no eye contact with him.
"I guess you're right, Dr. Carver. Thanks.." he mumbled, exiting her office.
Dr. Carver quietly mouthed out 'your welcome' and watched him exit her office before smiling to herself. Her gaze moved to the clipboard, examining the doodle she had been working on the entire session.
'What a masterpiece! I must say, I do impress myself sometimes..' she thought, with a chuckle.
Brooklyn walked briskly through the halls of the hospital feeling an overwhelming sense of dread. His stomach churned at the sight of the smeared filth on the white walls and the pungent smell of unwashed bodies that hung in the air. The familiar sounds of screams and dashing feet as doctors tried to restrain some patient that was refusing their medications again. Other patients roamed the halls quietly, staring blankly into the distance. He had grown used to it by now. The psych hospital was not the most delightful environment but it had been his home for the past three months.
'None of this is making any sense. Those dreams..they seemed so real..but I can't piece it all together..why..? Why can't I remember anything?'
He had reached the end of the hall but before he turned into his room, his ears perked up at the sound of an announcement coming from the television set in the common area. He slowly walked towards the source, ignoring the other patients slumped in armchairs, staring blankly at the screen.
"And in today's sports news, Stanley Dickinson, chairman of the BBA has announced a press conference this morning regarding the opening of the highly anticipated performing arts institution Revolution Academy! And here is live footage from the conference!"
The screen cut to Mr. Dickinson standing at a podium with his signature smile.
"A week from today, the BBA will be opening its doors to its very own performing arts institution known as Revolution Academy! As part of the BBA's Education First Initiative, we have decided to create a school to showcase the many talents of beybladers from around the globe! For anyone that is still interested in applying, I encourage you to attend our Open House this weekend where we will be hosting a final competition for the few remaining spots at Revolution! I look forward to seeing all of you this weekend! Thank you!"
Brooklyn couldn't help the smile he felt tugging at the corners of his lips and headed back to his room to pack his belongings.
"You've reached Kai's phone. Don't bother leaving a message. BEEP!"
"This is the sixth message I'm leaving you, Kai. I know you're there, pick up the fucking phone! I need this stupid roommate form signed by you or else I'll be stuck rooming with some random chump for the year! Just give me a call when you get this, alright?"
Tala groaned in frustration and ended the call while Bryan and Spencer roared in laughter.
"I told ya to just sign up for the triple room with me and Bryan!" teased Spencer.
"I guess the chump has to room with a chump this year!" said Bryan, elbowing Spencer.
"Well how was I supposed to know Kai was gonna flake? Ugh! Thats it! If Kai won't answer my calls I'm making him sign this stupid form myself!" The red-head fumed.
He quickly rose to his feet, grabbed his jacket, a paper titled 'ROOMMATE FORM' from the table and stormed out of the hotel door.
'The nerve of that Kai..first he agrees to be roommates and then decides to just disappear again! Where the heck is he?' Tala thought to himself.
He decided to take the shortcut through the park as it was the fastest way to get to Kai's hotel. As he walked through the park, he slowed his pace at the sound of familiar voices calling out,
"You seriously expect to be ready this weekend with a launch like that?"
"Well I'm TRYING, Kai! This isn't as easy as it looks, you know!"
Tala walked through the trees and his eyes widened at the sight of Hilary and Kai standing in the clearing. Tala noticed an orange beyblade that he had never seen before spinning next to Kai's.
"Don't give me that! We've been over this already! Back to basics, remember? Now try again!" ordered Kai.
'Has Kai seriously been ignoring me to spend time training Hilary? Since when does he even bother with women?'
Tala reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone to dial Kai's number again.
Ring, ring..
Kai pulled the phone from his pocket and Tala noticed the slightly startled expression on his face.
"Who's that?" asked Hilary.
"Hn. Don't worry about that! Focus on your blade! " Kai grunted, quickly slipping the phone back into his pocket.
"You've reached Kai's phone. Don't bother leaving a message. BEEP!"
Before Tala could leave a snarky message, his jaw dropped at the sight of Hilary grabbing Kai around the neck before planting a kiss on his lips.
'No way..Kai and Hilary..together?!'
Author's Note: That first scene with Brooklyn in the BEGA building is actually based on the scene from G-Revolution that took place just before his final battle with Tyson. Someone reviewed & told me that the way I wrote it, initially, was really confusing so I edited it to make more sense. Sorry about that! I just got back into writing again so I may be a little rusty, lol.
For now, this fanfiction is Rated: T and will most likely be moved to Rated: M in later chapters. I'll make note of it before changing the rating though, promise!
But please read & review! I love hearing from you guys in this fandom and appreciate your feedback! I'd love to know what you all think of what is happening!