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Damian tilted his porcelain face, silver eyes scrutinizing the envelope he held between his fingers. He spilled over the contents of the letter, trying to ignore the several impatient stares that weighed down upon him. Jack sat across from him, elbows propped on the table, reviewing a similar letter with nervous green orbs. A spew of WBBA agents surrounded their dining room table, watching and waiting. They had come not too long ago, showing up whilst Jack was cleaning from lunch. Jack and Damian were both surprised when a flock of WBBA agents and Hikaru appeared at the front door. Jack had let them in at a panic, and they had simply handed the former Star Breaker members a letter. So it was that they were seated at their dining room table, reading the letters while Hikaru and the WBBA agents observed.
"Reform school?" Jack said finally, leaning back in his chair. He glanced from the letter, to the WBBA agents, to Damian; once, twice, thrice. Damian carried his chin in his hands, the contours of his countenance hardening into a scowl.
"Really?" He droned.
Hikaru cleared her throat, "Damian Hart and Jackson Peter," She spoke, "We of the WBBA have not forgotten your dastardly part in the beyblade world championships. However, because of the uproar Nemesis started, we haven't been able to act on it yet. Now that the legendary bladers have quieted Nemesis. Things are returning to normal, and all kinds of new beyblade tournaments are popping up, we feel it necessary to finally address your crimes." Her speech warranted no reply from the two boys, so she continued. "Oikutsu Lodging is an excellent place for young bladers such as you to go. Its services are magnificent. They treat all their students well and is accommodated especially for bladers. The WBBA doesn't see it fit to punish you for your actions in the world championships, but rather to help you." Silence followed.
"The alternative?" Jack drawled. Hikaru shook her head, eyes closed. Jack sighed. That couldn't be good.
"I'll give you until this evening to think on it." Hikaru murmured. Jack nodded before escorting her and the WBBA agents from he and Damian's home. His chest huffed as he shut and locked the door, Hikaru and her agents now gone. He rested his back against the door and brushed a hand along his forehead, a sudden wave of exhaustion ebbing over him. A small gasp escaped his lips at the abrupt booming of the freezer door slamming. Jack raced into the kitchen. Damian stalked from the kitchen, dumping a large tub of ice cream he had bought a couple days prior on the dining room table.
"Uuuuum, you just had two plates of spaghetti." Jack remarked as Damian forced the top off the ice cream tub.
"I don't care!" Damian snarled. He was digging a giant spoon into the ice cream and stuffing his face before Jack knew it. "I don't believe it!" He shouted.
"Me neither." Jack paced as he said it, arms wrapped around himself and head lowered in thought. Jack had never stopped searching for Damian when he disappeared after the fall of Hades city. He found him a couple months ago, stranded in Japan. He was in poor shape, debilitated and half drowned, and unknowing of what had happened to him. So the pair settled there, with Jack nursing Damian back to health to the best of his abilities. It had been relatively peaceful. Jack had a standing on social media that allowed him to take commissions with a hefty reward, and Damian worked as a barista once he was well enough ... and then this happened.
Jack cradled his head in his hands, actually quite surprised that he was handling this calmly. It'd lead to insomnia he figured. Damian had calmed when near all the ice cream was devoured. He hobbled over to the freezer to return the ice cream, before heading into the living room.
"What do you think?" Jack wondered, following Damian into the living room. The younger and smaller collapsed on the love seat, head tipped back on the arm of the couch and eyes upcast. "Do we have much of a choice?" He spat.
Jack shook his faded red locks, sitting on the couch beside him. He whipped out his phone to consult google. "Oikutsu Lodging? Uggh, its in the middle of no where." He complained, examining the screen of his phone. He read over helpful summaries and positive reviews of the school, scoffing or dropping a snarky comment at each one. If not for the solemnity of the situation, Damian would have cackled in amusement. Jack moved to dial a number then. "I'm going to see if I can reason with them." He muttered, referring to the WBBA as he pressed the phone to his ear. Damian nodded.
There was a bey battle going on quite some ways away, in metal city. Hagane Ryuusei was having a battle with one Julian Konzern. As if that wasn't odd enough; as opposed to using Burn Fire Blaze, Ryuusei was wielding Poison Serpent.
"All right, do it now Destroyer! Eyes of Medusa!" That was Julian's call. Blue eyes narrowed as he threw his hand out. Destroyer followed up with its command, Medusa's frightening silhouette materializing in the air. Ryuusei clenched his jaw as Serpent froze. Ryuga watched the battle from his vantage point a few feet away. In his arms was the cold, stone statue of former Dark Nebula operative Mizuchi Reiji. The objective was simple. The WBBA wanted to undo the fate Gingka twisted upon the serpentine to offer him another chance at life. Thad is, a future at the Oikutsu reform school. They figured the only way to undo his stone imprisonment was for Serpent to overcome Medusa. On normal circumstances Ryuga would have nothing to do with it, but this was his only true partner in the Dark Nebula; and besides, nobody else knew the location of Reiji's statue. As far as he went, yes, he had been offered an invitation to Oikutsu. Gingka and Kenta had suggested he go, if only for shelter and a warm environment. He had been staying around the WBBA headquarters and wherever else the wind took him. Needlessly, Gingka and company had worried. Despite he immediately refused the idea of reform school when proposed to him, he was inwardly contemplating it for his own personal reasons. Reasons that may or may not have anything to do with Rago destroying him a good while back. No. He did not in fact die.
"Yes!" Ryuusei cheered alongside the crack of stone. Ryuga jerked from his musings just in time to see the stone tearing off of Poison Serpent and flaking into disappearance. Ryuusei and Julian paused their battle then, turning with hopeful, bated breaths to regard Ryuga and the statue he held. Ryuga too pointed his glare at the statue of Reiji cradled in his arms. The seconds rolled by, blending into minutes, then drafting into what seemed to be an eternity. For a while they stood, drowned in the silence of the deserted bey park and the dread of the possibility that this likely failed. Then ..
The stone of Reiji's statue rumbled as it began to crumble. Chunk by chunk; the stone chipped and fell, starting at the crown of Reiji's head. Julian and Ryuusei dropped a gasp. Ryuga made no physical reply, but his heart gave an involuntary flutter in his chest. The stone broke from Reiji's head, leaving his Carmine hair to spill loosely into a pale, unaged face. The stone continued to break, break until Reiji's body was free of it.
"All right!" Julian cried while Ryuusei guffawed in triumph. Reiji breathed. It was all he could do as his body was liberated from stone's icy embrace. Heat, heat washed his body in an overwhelming flood. Blood circulated as quickly as it could through him, pricking his body with hard and laden thrills. Pain, pain gripped his bones, his stiff limbs, his pulsing throat, his chest he didn't know was violently heaving, his throbbing heart. It pounded in his ears and head, forcing a strained hiss from him. Ryuga had dropped him by then. Reiji lie on the ground before his feet, countenance upturned and body locked in discomfort. He had forgotten how to move, or even which limb was which. He had forgotten how to move, to speak, perhaps even listen. And it would've been that he forgot how to feel, breathe, hear, see, and smell, had it not been that those senses came as nature to him.
"Are you okay Reiji?" Ryuusei wondered, bending over him. His voice sounded distant and foreign to Reiji's ears, lost amidst the haze he was in. Ryuusei's face blurred in his dizzy vision, and he had no reply. What the heck was going on? Where was Gingka? No, where was he? Not battle bladers ? Was that Ryuga? He looked older. Who was this man talking to him? Serpent? Confusion. Pain. Would like to hit pause on his life. Reiji's head whirled. During his oh so luxurious life of being a statue, Reiji had not been aware of all that went on the past two years. Indeed, his body had stopped, leaving his spirit to rest. He resided in the realm of dreams and nightmares. He'd have an entire book of stories if he were given leave to write his dreams, but they were dreams, and being dragged back to reality was like being pushed off a twelve story building.
"Okay, he isn't responding." Ryuusei had abandoned the idea of talking to him after multiple tries, shuffling over to Julian.
"Thank you for your help though." He said, shaking Julian's hand.
"Glad to be of assistance." Julian smiled, calling Gravity Destroyer from the stadium. "I'll assume you don't need anything else?"
Ryuusei nodded, thanking him once more in the process. Julian spun around and left, a haughty air to him. Ryuusei turned to regard Ryuga, who had long strutted off. Ryuusei sighed, feeling a trickle of sweat wiggle down his temple. He wiped it with a sleeve. Reiji still lay on the concrete, unmoving save for his breathing torso and darting eyes.
"C'mon Reiji, let's get you some help." Ryuusei said as he lifted Reiji into his arms. After all, the boy was clearly unable to walk. Reiji hissed, twisting like a cat in Ryuusei's hold. Many times he had slipped from Ryuusei's arms and tried to crawl, and Ryuusei would have to scoop him up,and adjust his grip. Several times Reiji had accidentally slapped or kicked Ryuusei on account that he had no idea how to use his limbs.
Ryuusei was so relieved when he made it to the WBBA HQ. He settled Reiji in a nursing room, who was happy to be alone. It didn't last long though, as a doctor was soon in to check on him. Theodore was his name. An average sized adolescent with a fair face and ivory skin. Silvery blue locks curled about his head, swimming into his countenance. He dressed in loose layers of gray and blue.
"Hey there Reiji." He greeted gently, approaching the bed to which Reiji was assigned.
Reiji made no reply, shuttering feverishly under the sheets as he eyed Theodore.
"Now. It's okay, I'm just going to make sure you're healthy." Theodore cooed. Though by the slenderness of the male, he highly doubted he was. He honestly felt terrible for the boy. Becoming a stone statue wasn't the loveliest of fates. Reiji sized him up as he slid the sheets from his body. Theodore raised one hand in surrender.
"Are you ready?" He quizzed, dipping his voice into a softer octave. Reiji chewed the inside of his cheek, scowling.
Reiji couldn't put up much of a fight; so against his will, Theodore was able to give Reiji a proper physical. He left Reiji alone afterword, urging him to sleep and handing the results of his physical off to Ryuusei. Once he was done there,he headed to Hyouma's house. The two of them, Yuu, and Tsubasa were having a sleepover.
Jack was on his third cup of coffee the next morning. He had an unhealthy relationship with the drink. All the same, Damian shared a similar relationship with hot chocolate. The pair were drinking to their heart's content that morning. When Damian overflowed his cup with whipped cream and marshmallows, Jack would toss him a look. And when Jack would fill his mug with sugar, chocolate , and cream, Damian would toss him a sneer. This did little to brighten the mood the fact of reform school had put on them.
"You didn't sleep." Damian commented, dragging a spoon through his parfait.
"Nope." Jack murmured, chopping at his waffles, which were filled with an amalgamation of toppings. "I managed to contrive some great work of art though." He added, somewhat of a cheer in his voice. Damian produced a noise akin to a snort. It was likely a dark piece.
"Damian, what are we going to do!?" Jack sobbed brusquely, throwing himself back against his chair.
"Go to Oikutsu Reform School?" Damian answered simply. It made Jack angry, the latter yanking on his burgundy locks.
"Look. We won't know until we get there." Damian groaned. Jack keened a little, rubbing helplessly at his temples and shoulders.
"So what do you think Reiji?" Ryuusei queried, he and Theodore having explained the reason Reiji was freed. The serpentine had skipped out on breakfast, much to Theodore's dismay. Hearing the reason he was saved frustrated him, though none of it showed physically. He sat on his medical bed, head away from Ryuusei and Theodore.
Reform school?
All right! That was my introduction chapter. First time writing Beyblade in a while, so hopefully I did a good job! I'd love to have you guys' OCs in here. So please, submit them if you're interested. You can take a peek at the OC form here, and it's on my profile for copying and pasting convenience.
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I don't like limits, but what's say you can submit up to three? As you fill out this form, consider what role you want your characters to play in the story. Are they attending Oikutsu? If so, what did they do to be sent there? Maybe they used to work for Hades Inc or just had a former like for hurting others' beys. Or is your character a staff at Oikutsu? A therapist/councilor, nurse, dorm keeper, residential assistance etc. Or maybe your character is just a friend. It's not something you have to know, but if you have an idea, tell me in your form. :) If there are questions, ask me.
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