Darkness Requiem

Bakuten Shoot Beyblade

Chapter One: Alone?

PG 13

Disclaimer: This is definitely... um. I'm not even sure where half the charcters are from so you know I down own Beyblade. I have a Golden Dranzer and a Driger Einstein bouncy beyblade though... There's a whole story behind the green 'Driger' but I believe that it is actually Einstein.

... Anyway, I don't own Beyblade.

Author's Note: Why aren't there any English fanfics with Hitoshi/Brooklyn as a pairing? I mean, I've found one English one but all the others are Spanish...

'You don't know me.

You never will.'

Chapter One: Am I alone?

Brooklyn yawned slowly and loudly as he woke up from a previously disturbed slumber. Pulling back his creamy white sheets, he got up and walked over towards his window. Rubbing his weary eyes, he opened his window and leaned onto the balcony, staring at the rising sun. 'Coach... you nut.'

Flashback

Brooklyn had fallen asleep late that night, somewhere arounf eleven thrity to be exact. He had been training outside, late at night, by himself. Training was not his style, especially training alone, but he wished to become stronger... needed to become stronger.

Stronger... so he could face his coach in a true and wonderful beybattle someday.

Then... later, at four 'o clock in the morning, there was a soft knock on his door, followed quickly by a harder one. Groaning, Brooklyn rolled over and slowly got up from the bed. His orange hair was in disarray, his hair falling carelessly into his eyes, and went to the door, he came face to face to see a smirking Hitoshi.

"Coach..." Brooklyn moaned, "do you have any IDEA what time it is?" Brooklyn paused to study what Hiro was wearing. He wasn't wearing pajamas like him though, what normal people wear to sleep; instead he was a wearing a tight black shirt, that delicately fit over his well-defined muscles. He was also wearing somewhat loose black pants to match. He also had his normal red sunglasses on his face even though were inside, and a smirk on his face. 'Those stupid shades..' Brooklyn thought, groaning, then asked aloud,

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, did I wake you?" Hiro asked, ignoring Brooklyn's question. Hitoshi then took off his sunglassess and slid them onto the collar on his shirt and examined Brooklyn, his midnight blue eyes taking in the sight set before him.

Brooklyn was wearing a creamy slightly see-through white silk shirt with creamy yellow clouds on it, and creamy pants to match, except they had creamy yellow moons. His usual golden earring was missing from his left ear and his orange hair was in dissaray.

"Brooklyn... what a cute outfit." Hiro said, looking at the younger boys pajamas once again. Brooklyn opened his mouth to respond, a tint of blush on his face, but before he could form a word, Hitoshi stopped him.

"Wh--" Brooklyn was stopped by Hitoshi's index finger, as he placed it lightly over his mouth to silence him.

"I have a favor to ask of you." Hiro whispered in his ear, as he brushed pass Brooklyn and into his room. Brooklyn, stunned, and now at a loss for words, closed his door slowly and followed.

Brooklyn stared down at his lap, his fist clenching his loose pants, as he absorbed what Hiro told him. "What... are-- what are you saying? What... Hiro, what do you mean!" Brooklyn had stood up from off of the bed and was glaring at Hiro. Walking over to him, he whispered something then grabbed Hiro's right hand and wrapped his in it, as slyly as possible. He lloked down at their hands, afraid to meet Hiro's solemn eyes, awaiting an answer.

"Brooklyn... you will not see me for a while...

You might not see me-- ever again.

I'm sorry.

Goodbye."

With that said, Hitoshi left the room.

end

Even though Brooklyn knew that Hiro wouldn't tell him when he was leaving, he had asked if he could see him once more. Hiro had said 'no' because of the time but had told him instead to meet him in the training room later. Brooklyn, surprised, and not sure when 'later' was, agreed, a slight smile appearing on his face. Thinking about it, Brooklyn decided that it was the last time he would see his coach and the perfect oppurtunity to challenge Hitoshi, if he object.

'Maybe-- maybe finally I can tell him...

...tell him that... I...'

Beyblade Training Room

Brooklyn slowly cracked open the door and peeked into the room. Glancing around, he spotted Hitoshi, sitting on the far side of the room, on the floor, leaning against the wall underneath the large window. He was now wearing a midnight blue shirt and black pants, and, there was no sign of his usual sunglasses. He seemed to be in deep thought, his eyes distant, pondering something...

"Coach?" Brooklyn muttered, stepping fully into the room. Hiro, blinking back into reality, stared blankly at him. Sighing, he stood up, never taking his eyes off of Brooklyn. Hiro's eyes seemed... very different to Brooklyn, and...

'The way he's staring at me...'

Brooklyn gulped then closed the door behind him and leant against it. Their eyes were still enter-locked and it was beginning to make Brooklyn feel nervous. Not being able to stand it anymore, Brooklyn stared down at the ground and wrapped his right arm around himself, feeling awkward.

'Hiro...'

"I see how it is now." Hiro mumbled to himself, walking across the room, over towatds teh orange-haired boy.

"See... how... what is, dear coach?" Brooklyn whispered calmly as possible. He looked up but gasped to see how close Hitoshi was to him now. Leaning more onto the door, he continued,

"I have a favor to ask."

"What?" Hiro whispered back. Brooklyn let out a small sigh, then grabbed the bottom of Hiro's shirt, tugging on it to pull him closer to him. Whispering into his ear, he siad,

"A beybattle. Against me. Please."

Hiro smirked then grabbed Brooklyn's hand, which had been still clutching his shirt. Wrapping the hand in both of his, he said quietly,

"There's something else to this sudden proposal, right?" He looked sadly at the younger boy who then nodded then leaned onto his chest.

"Hiro... If I win, I'll tell you a secret." Brooklyn explained. "And... And if you win, then you may leave. You can go... forever." Hitoshi scoffed.

"So you're saying that if you win I can't leave?"

"That's not what I said!" Brooklyn shouted, grabbing Hiro's shirt in the process. He looked up at Hiro, surprising him. "That's not what I said." he repeated again, only more calmly. He let go of HIro's shirt then turned away. Hiro sighed then said, turning away also,

"Let us battle them.

I will not go easy on you.""

"I don't expect you to." Brooklyn replied.

"Let it rip!" Hiro and Brooklyn both yelled, their beyblades shooting into the stadium, clashing together, the first attack, before landing. Immediately, Zeus danced away from Metal Driger's oncoming attack. Brooklyn stood up straight as he calmly avoided all of Driger's attacks. Chuckling, he said,

"C'mon, coach, I know you can do better!"

"Hmph." Hiro smirked then raised his hand slightly. "Driger, attack!" Zeus dodged then spun back to its original spot.

"King of Darkness--"

"Ah, ah, ah." Hiro interrupted. Brooklyn stopped then stared, his eyes widening in shock.

'H-how...'

Before Brooklyn could attack, Hiro had somehow hit Zeus, completely damaging the blade and knocking it clear out of the ring.

Brooklyn had lost.

Tears threaten to fall from the boy's emerald green eyes. Looking away from the stadium, Brooklyn whispered,

"I-I guess... I guess this is goodbye then." He felt his throat grow dry with the thought. 'Will I ever see you again Hitoshi?' He looked down at the stadium, then a few feet away, his beyblade motionless. His heart throbbed agaisnt his chest, his breath quickened. 'I didn't get to tell you... It's probably better this way anyway.'

Then... Brooklyn gasped as he felt Hiro's hand on his chin. His fingers lightly caressed it then he lifted Brooklyn's chin up so the boy would look at him. Leaning towards him, he whispered,

"I'm leaving BEGA. I'm sorry... but..." Hiro trailed off then kissed Brooklyn's chin, his lips softly grazing agaisnt it then pulling away. Brooklyn stared at him wide-eyed then tried to speak but was stopped.

"That's what you wanted, ne?" Hiro asked. He then ran his hand through Brooklyn's orange bangs. "Maybe, someday... you can leave BEGA too. Until then..." Hiro withdrew his hand from the boy's light amber hair and turned away. Brooklyn so desperately wanted to speak now but couldn't bring himself to do so.

"Goodbye Brooklyn."

'I am now alone...'