The sound of Bey cleaning equipment was the only sound that filled the B-Pit Beyblade Shop. Little drills for cleaning those stubborn areas let out high-pitched screams as the nimble fingers of the shop's owner and single employee worked yet another short hour at fixing the Bey of one of her friends. Oh, if only those boys would learn to watch where they're blading!
The small orange glow of the machine at work lit up the dark space, casting long shadows and bringing a shine to the girl's face. Goggles were moved to take a better look at the current situation before nodding in approval. Yes, that looked just about right. In fact, she should start polishing this Bey before its owner recklessly barged in with his usual manner of entry.
The soft chime of the front door rang out for a split second above the lull in her studio. The girl perked up at the sound before rising to her feet with a muffled groan and a stretch. Oh, how her muscles ached! She had to start remembering to take a break or two to loosen up her back and shoulders.
"I'm coming up!" The light-brunette headed to the spiral staircase and placed a single hand on the railing. "Please wait there and I'll be up to assist you!"
Light footsteps rang out on metal steps as she walked up to the upper level of her beloved store.
She was taken aback by not only the dark of her storefront, but the distinct lack of a customer. The brunette looked around with confused blue orbs before checking the outside of her shop. One glance, two glances proved to find nothing but empty streets and a few pieces of litter. She eventually closed the door and frowned at the turn of events.
"Strange," She walked over towards her staircase with slow feet, light squeaks ringing out from aged sneakers. "I could have sworn that someone opened that door..." She stopped for a moment beside her counter and sighed. "Perhaps I've spent a few too many hours in my workshop again—"
The sound of heavy boots touching the floor interrupted her ponderings.
The brunette spun around and gasped as she found a figure on her tiled floors, one hand on the ground and the other resting at their hip. They slowly rose to their feet and flashing a toothy grin at the brunette, streaks of moonlight illuminating their sharp canines.
The girl took a few steps back only for the sound of rushing air to come from behind her. She spun around and found yet another figure standing behind her, a Beyblade at the ready and aimed straight at her face. With a shocked whimper, the girl tried to backstep behind her counter.
"Miss Madoka Amano, I presume?" She spun around as a sinister, echoing voice whispered her name. Blue eyes locked onto a flash of red visors and metal shimmering on their face, messy red locks hiding their left eye from view. The figure chuckled as the second intruder continued to inch closer with their Bey ready to fire.
"Who are you and what do you want from me?!"
"I'm afraid you'll have to come with us, Miss." She snapped her attention back to the armed figure and found this one to be lacking a metallic mask and instead exposing sharp brown eyes and long green hair that reached their shoulders. This voice wasn't half as menacing as their partner's, but that didn't stop Madoka from feeling her heart drop in her stomach.
"I'm not going anywhere with you two!" Her voice quivered as her bravery started to falter. Her blue orbs snapped to the masked figure and a stubborn frown found a place on her face. "I'm certainly not going anywhere with you Dark Nebula scum!"
At the mention of the organization, the masked figure let out a deep growl and snatched their own Beyblade launcher out of their pocket. They then promptly pointed it at her face and hissed, "We are not part of those disgusting murderers!" Madoka's eyes widened as their word choice, but he continued on. "We are nothing like those Nebulas!"
"Miss Madoka," The figure with the softer, more quiet voice spoke up as their partner began to quiver with fury. Madoka was starting to hear a bit of a masculine ring to this greenette's voice. "I'm afraid that you'll have to come with us either way, whether you want to or not." He then jerked his head towards the door and continued, "Personally, I'd suggest that you make this easier and come with us. I promise that if you comply, we'll have no reason to harm you."
Madoka stood tall among the glass counter and the potted plant as she glared at the male's face. "And what if I refuse?"
The redhead jumped in the way of the greenette just seconds before he had a chance to answer. With his Beyblade aimed at her forehead, they spat out an answer that made Madoka's stomach swirl.
"Then we'll just have to force you to come, Miss Madoka Amano!"
Author's Note: Hello and welcome to my fan-fiction series for Metal Fight Beyblade! I've been meaning to start this series for years, but I've just now decided to sit down and get to work. I'm hoping you guys will enjoy this series!
This series sorta takes place in a separate timeline, I'm thinking perhaps even slightly AU! (In which Pegasus is still with Gingka and a few other details are different.) I'll think of the term for this later, but to make things clear, this is disconnected from the canon in which canon could not proceed with these events in the way. (But isn't that what fan-fiction is all about?)