Disclaimer: I'll only say this once then never again.
First. This is a fan story on a certain fan story website. Technically that should already be 'nuff said.
Second. If Beyblade belonged to me I'd be riiich biatch!!!
Third. Don't bother suing, I have no money, it's like squeezing water from a stone.
Fourthly. Ok I'll stop being stubborn now, Beyblade and all canon characters, bit-beasts and blades are the intellectual property of Aoki Takao. Happy now?
Authors Notes: Well hey everyone this is my first beyblade fanfiction. Along with characters from the show you will see quite a few different OC's and the like. I was wondering before I wrote this what to write about. I had tons of ideas for a fanfic and tons of credible OC's, mostly female at the time but only by a couple. But as I scanned as much fanfic as I could, I began to notice that all of the stuff I had been planning to write had been done already in some form or another, so after brainstorming a while I decided to do something else entirely that would be a challenge to write and thought "What if I create OC's that can be built from scratch in terms of character development." as most of the OC's I've seen have come into the story developed in some way. Canon characters start to appear in later chapters and are now older. (Not grown just a bit older).
My ideas are inspired by different sources mainly mythology, folklore, comics and just a lot of stuff in life in general. Any characters and bit-beats and companies not recognised as canon belong solely to me and so does the general idea for the tournaments.
The theme will be a mix of everything I can write about, a little humour, romance, adolescence and beyblading action of course so give it a read if you'd like to see something new. Well then here we go everyone, enjoy.
The King of Blades
Chapter 1: New Opportunities
Victor woke up dreary eyed with sound of birds chirping in the garden. It was Saturday so there was no school but somehow this particular one wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. Not to him anyway. For one he woke up far too early, secondly he didn't feel like he had slept at all and his muscles were like wooden planks.
"Vic, one of your friends is here!" Called his mother from downstairs, no reply "Vic!"
"Okay okay I'll be right there. " Why the hell would anybody come this early, probably Drigo, better get up before I'm dragged out.
He briskly brushed his teeth and washed his face then changed into a red and black golf shirt, blue jeans and white/blue sneakers and grabbed his satchel before going downstairs to meet him.
At 1.74m tall at 15 years he was in a growth spurt just like most boys that age. Dark-skinned with dark brown eyes and short black hair.
"'Sup man." Said Rodrigo. "Nothing much, I was sleeping before you arrived." Vic replied.
"Heh, sorry about waking you but I've got something you'll like." He reached into his satchel and removed a magazine. Victor was suddenly alert.
"Is that..." "Yup, this month's issue of New Age Blader, I knew you'd wanna see it but more importantly turn to page fifteen."
Victor turned to the article, "I saw this on ESPN last week, Tyson Granger, world ranked number one in beyblading already hinted then that this might be a possibility after leaving the beyblading scene," He mused staring at the cover picture featuring Kai Hiwatari. "but I still don't get why so many of the best bladers are quitting."
"They're quitting competitive blading numbskull, not beyblade as a whole, as for why, well life happens, you can only have nothing but beyblading on the brain for so long, as you get older more responsibilities come into play, things like higher education an....."
"Fine fine no lectures please." Victor retorted.
"The point I'm trying to make is do you really think you can beyblade forever?"
Victor suddenly had a thought of himself as an elderly man screaming "Let it riiip!!!" while a younger individual tugged at his arm discretely saying "Come on Dad put the blade away, we're in public you're embarrassing me. Get a job or go sit at home or something!"
He shuddered "I never thought of it that way. Well all the more reason to enjoy childhood while we still can ain't it."
"No arguments there Vic, by the way any progress with Carbuncle?" Drigo asked.
"Not yet, I still can't communicate with it well so I don't know what it can do even when I summon it."
Vic removed a white blade with pale green finishings from his satchel. At the centre on the bit chip was the image of a pale blue green mouse-like creature with large ears and long hind legs that made it look like a gerbil. But its most defining feature was the large red gemstone embedded in its forehead.
He reflected on how he had recently acquired Carbuncle. His family had always had Aghanims sceptre. As a child his father had told him that Aghanim was a mighty wizard in ancient times that drew his abilities from his sceptre. He had shown him the sceptre, a short silver staff with intricately designed gold finishings which held a giant ruby at it's head where the spirit of Carbuncle was housed until recently extracted. His father, Dr Olatunji, a general practitioner at Mater Dei Hospital, had given him Carbuncle having seen how spirits could now be used in beyblading and not having any particular way of using it himself. He told Victor Carbuncle gave Aghanim the power to do anything but they both knew that the stories were tremendously exaggerated. He had initially tried to use Carbuncle but had seen no sign of what to look for when it came to its abilities. He had asked his dad time and time again for anything to do with Aghanim's abilities but the answer was always the same
"Telling you will only make you excessively eager and you can't force it to do what you think it can do, rather just practice and let Carbuncle show you."
"Quit spacing out" Drigo chided "you still haven't told me what you think of that article."
"Argh sorry dude. It says this 'King of Blades' tournament will be done for the sake of rankings among old bladers and new?" Victor asked
"Exactly."
"But it says it's an invitation only tournament, so please my friend define 'new'." Victor scoffed.
"You'd know if you read the whole thing that this month is the beginning of a strictly newbies tournament sponsored by New Age Blader Inc and I was thinking if we were to enter...."
Victor snorted "Enter to get our asses kicked on national television? I don't think so. I can handle a blade but I've never had any delusions of grandeur when it comes to the sport."
"But we've got nothing to lose, no reputations to protect and if we don't do well...well I guess we'll just be forgotten won't we?"
Vic mused for a bit "I guess it wouldn't kill either of us, what are this year's rules?"
"At least you're thinking now, the rules for any registering team is to have a minimum of five to a maximum of seven active members so we'll need three more members. That's all we've been told for now, match structures and battle styles will be discussed later."
"Well I better get to work creating my team then." Vic smiled.
"Bastard, you were reluctant not a minute ago and now you claim captainship like it was your suggestion." Drigo muttered But it matters not. I'm not interested in that. "So where do we start in terms of recruiting?" He asked.
"We could always ask Daniel, he's the best we know so far and he's in our class so we can approach him." Victor piped.
"Daniel? But you're the one who always says he thinks he's too big for his own good."
"He does, but in truth he has beaten us both. All the more reason for him to come with us and lose to real bladers, that'll bring him down a notch."
"He won't accept you know." Drigo said.
"Let's just try anyway."
"Okay then after you Captain."
Mean while in another close neighbour hood:
A blade landed on the ground outside a dish
"Nice one Craig." A young boy said "but you're too strong for me, I can't help you gauge yourself, you need to face someone stronger."
"I know," said the winning blader with a British accent, an older boy with dirty blonde hair and green eyes standing at about 1.71m with a lean build. "thanks anyway." It's frustrating being at this point, I think I'm good but it might be that I get creamed if I were to try competitive blading but who else is there around here that can test me?
"Daniel Stone" the younger boy piped as if reading his mind "Excuse me?" Craig said
"Daniel Stone" he goes to Saint Johns Boys School but hangs out by the park near the Union Buildings every weekend. He looks like someone with skill; maybe he'll give you a better challenge."
Craig thought it over "That sounds interesting I'll go check it out. Thanks again."
"No problem Craig."
And he was off to his next location.
At the park a young lady sat reading a novel half-heartedly while watching people walking and kids blading in park dishes. She had a fair complexion, sharp blue eyes and hair so blonde it seemed bleached but she was pretty. While running her vision over random people a particular one caught her eye, a boy sitting alone under a nearby tree seemingly staring off into space, he wore a black shirt with black pants and his short hair was jet black, probably dyed she thought. She just watched as two other individuals approached him, one dark-skinned of average height and build with short hair while the other was comparatively just taller and slightly more solidly built, he had long shoulder length braids and a strong tan. She continued to observe discretely.
"Hey Daniel" Vic began "how's it going"
"Not quite the same way it was going before you got here." Daniel replied without moving.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Perhaps."
"Easy now Dan, was just making conversation."
"Lemme guess, you wanna battle again, the result won't change this time you know, not unless you've improved drastically" Victor looked abashed.
"Ha ha, I was actually just offering a spot on our team for the upcoming newbies tournament, it'll feature a lot of new talents from all over and you might get to test your skills competitively, I'm sure you want a shot at some strong bladers don't you? Hey it's for exposure and who knows when you show them what you can do you might end up with an invitation to say, I don't know, the King of Blades."
Daniel shifted a bit and Drigo looked at Vic incredulously. For you that was almost smooth.
But he regained his countenance quickly and replied "That actually does sound interesting but.....no sorry"
"Why not?" Vic asked.
"Well because..."
"You think we suck."
"I'd never use such a harsh term"
"Will you at least think about it, registration deadline's in two weeks?"
"That sounds fair."
"Okay then, be seein' ya"
Daniel just nodded. As the two walked away.
"That went well, but I won't say I told you so." Drigo chirped.
"Hello." came a female voice and they both turned to see a girl about their age
"I'm sorry I couldn't help but overhear that you're looking for team members for a tourney."
The guys looked at each other then Vic asked "You wanna join?"
"If you're taking..."
"You're in, I'm Victor and this is Rodrigo."
"Well that was quick but okay cool, I'm Inga, nice to meet you guys."
"Nice to meet you too Inga," Drigo replied "Since we're here in the park you wouldn't mind a battle or two would you? It seems our 'captain' here doesn't know that he's supposed to at least give individuals a trial even though he will accept them anyway."
"I thought you'd never ask." She beamed.
"Let's do it then."
Well that's just the intro chapter, keep reading to get into the flow and remember to review, stay tuned.