Decode
by: zulka
Takao/Hiromi-Centric
The white beyblade spinning in the center captivated Hiromi's attention. As Kyoujyo typed furiously on his laptop, she wondered about it. She watched it as it clashed and clashed with the blue one. She watched as it ran the length of the beydish, as it circled its opponent, as it attacked again and sparks flew. It was a stalemate, both beyblades spinning furiously against each other, neither moving an inch.
She wanted so desperately to know what it felt like. She craved that energy, the adrenaline; she wanted to feel it so badly. The silly game of spinning tops—wasn't so silly anymore. She wasn't sure when the shift happened. But it did. It went from simply being dumb, to amazing and pretty cool to I want to experience this as well.
But she kept quiet and simply stared at the white and blue beyblades. They clashed again, they flew and attacked, and they countered and dodged. Kyoujyo continued to type as the webcam recorded the battle. Hiromi thought back to the little kids that the boys were helping train. She thought about the kids at the park. All of them beyblading. But her? She was just cheering. She frowned. The beyblades clashed again before flying back to their respective owners.
She could hear Kyoujyo speaking, Daichi yelling, Takao boasting, but all she could focus on was the beydish. It was empty now. It was quiet. No more clashing, no more nothing. She looked at Takao then, smiling broadly. World Champion of Beyblading, he loved beyblade more than his life. Hiromi knew this and she couldn't stop the slight tug at her heart. She felt it whenever she saw him help a kid correct his stance. She felt it whenever he gave encouragement to the younger girls who were trying the sport.
She felt it whenever she saw the boys helping, but it hurt more when it came to Takao. She's been with the team for a while now, completely loyal and learning. She thought that after her complete failure in the bus, that maybe he'd come and tell her that he'd help her. She understood that the battle was important, she knew that. But there was always after, right?
But now she wasn't so sure. Again, beyblades were launched and she watched as they danced around each other before clashing. She hadn't gotten the nerve to ask, not after the last time. In all honesty, she imagined him teasing her and laughing. His ego made him blind sometimes. After all, Takao ate, lived, and breathed beyblade. He was always amazed when he learned someone was trying to take beyblading to the unknown parts of the world. He wanted people to understand beyblade and to love it just like him.
She sighed. Tomorrow, she told herself. But still, there was a part of her that wished that he'd say 'Hey, Hiromi why don't you learn how to blade? We'll teach you.' Two years with them, why didn't he think that aside from just coaching and cheering, she might want to learn too? She was inspired by all the other girls. She knew she could be just as kick-ass.
"Hey where's the water?" She sighed and stood up.
"I'll get it!" Yes, ever so cheerful, loyal, sensitive Hiromi. Coach, cheerleader and team mom. Tomorrow, she told herself again, yes tomorrow.
Notes: hmm. Introspective piece. Because in my head, like seriously, why hasn't Takao taught her? The scene in the bus in third season inspired this. Hope you liked. Please review.