Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters that I use here. I do, however, own the plot and any original concepts and Original Characters (O.C.) that I may feature. All OC character designs and any images I post of them will also be owned by me. I am also not writing this fanfic for profit, or to in any way affect the franchise's production or distribution.
Original Characters: For those who care there are (or will be) links to a profile picture for each O.C. I use that is of some importance in my user profile. If you are new to the story, I recommend you look at them as the characters are introduced in the story.
Note: This story actually contains elements from Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Adventure/Drama/Romance but I could only pick two for the filters. While not AU, this does expand on the fantasy component of the mythos of the original Beyblade series as well as contain elements of Sci-Fi beyond what was present in the original throughout.
Other than that, please read & review, and enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE
~ A Dark Dream's Embrace ~
A soft breeze sings in the air of a fine spring day one year after the fall of BEGA. Things have more or less been returned to normal only with the lack of fancy stadiums for competitions. The sun shines brightly on this particular day, perhaps more so than any other day. A boy of seventeen treads through the green grass of a park in the city, a bag of groceries in hand, his scarf trailing behind him in the wind. He stops by some bushes and sets down the groceries. A couple of playful furry ones pokes out slowly from the bushes as if familiar with the boy. He takes some food from the paper bag and sets it down for them, watching them as they enjoy their meal. Then, the boy reacts in surprise as he realizes something. One of the cats, his favorite, in fact, is missing. He looks around but cannot seem to find him. Thinking that he may have simply been playing elsewhere at the moment, he tells the other cats to leave some for their friend, strokes them gently on their heads and turns to go.
A pair of golden eyes and a pair of heterochromatic eyes with an iridescent glow watches from above a tree as he leaves. A soft meow echoes after the boy's footsteps as they fade into the distance.
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The next day is no less brighter than the last. The flowers shine more vividly and the same boy's soft footsteps in the grass are once again audible in the patch of green in the city. A flutter of gold passes through the trees, catching the boy's eyes and he searches for it but gives up shortly, believing it to have been a mere illusion of the day's brilliance. He sets down the food for the cats as usual and sees that his favorite is still not present. The boy sighs and gazes up at the sky for a moment, allowing the wind to play with his two-toned blue hair. He is suddenly disturbed by the same flutter of gold through the trees, this time a little more visible, but nonetheless capturing. A soft meow is once again heard, this time from behind the boy and he turns around to find the small kitten he has been missing and picks him up gently. The kitten gives him his usual happy smile and gazes at him with his golden, trustful eyes but it differs from its usual self in that he wears a red ribbon around a front paw. The ribbon dangles lightly around its paw, tangled in itself. The boy removes the ribbon and holds onto it, wondering where the small kitten had acquired it from.
Soon, the boy got up and headed out leaving the playful little things behind. In his hand is a thin, red ribbon. Unknown to him, the same pair of iridescently glowing heterochromatic eyes follows his movements.
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That night, the breeze blows gently. As the clouds part, they reveal a full moon. The slender silhouette of a female is visible in the moonlight crouching on the windowsill of a room in a large mansion.
At the same time, the mind of a two-toned blue haired boy illustrates a different scenario. Phantasmagoric scenes, red and bright, plays itself in the mind of the boy, starting with a black silhouette armed with a blade dripping crimson with one large, black wing on his head. It then shifts to a scene where crimson seems to dominate the scenery and then to a single figure clad in crimson stained white and pink laying on a crimson tainted field of flowers. Her face, covered with gold that had fanned out seems wet with tears and when the boy takes a closer look at her, he notices the light in her iridescently glowing, heterochromatic eyes fade. Then, darkness swallows all and echoing through it is a merciless laughter that is strangely alarming.
A light flashes as the boy bolts up from his bed, sweating. He looks around to find that his room is still shrouded in the night's darkness. He then notices a cold wind. He turns in the direction of his window just in time to catch a flutter of gold and remembers the flutters of gold near the cats he tended to. He dashes to his window and pokes his head out to find no one.
The next morning, the boy awakes and notices the red ribbon is gone.
"That's strange..."