Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.

Greatest Love of All

Gingka

I didn't know for sure why I was chosen. Is it because of Battle Bladers? Was it because of the World Tournament? Or was it because of the fact that I hold a legendary beyblade? Maybe it was all three. Even at the young age of fourteen, I was granted...no blessed...with so much power. I could've ran. I could've given up. But I wasn't raised that way. No one at Kouma Village was.

My father was a wise man. Well, yes he was on the crazy side. But what Hagane isn't? He would have so much fun operating the WBBA Headquarters. But eventually, he passed it down. No, it didn't go to me at first. It actually went to my friend, Tsubasa. Once he settled down with a family, he gave it to me. I wish I chose to settle down. I wish I at least found someone that'll settled down with me. On the other hand, I chose to continue my travels. At fifteen, I got a better grasp of the world. I traveled again to gain more strength and find other legendary bladers. At eighteen, I had the world in my hands via advanced technology. With a small tablet devise, I had access to nearly everything. All the good stuff…and the evil.

No longer a child, I slowly said farewell to beyblades. Pegasus gradually began to collect dust. A small cake covered the face bolt and energy ring. Madoka would've had my head! But I haven't spoken to her in years. The last I've heard, she lost her youngest (or oldest) son during birth. Or was it Hikaru? No, her daughter passed because of a birth defect. Or was that the baby that died during child birth? It depresses me when I think of all the death. More death has been happening in these few years alone than I've ever experienced.

Five years ago, war broke out between bladers all over the world. Beyblade was no longer a game. It wasn't a sport. It was hardly a test of spirit. Now, it was every country for itself. Our friends from China became our worst enemies. Team Wild Fang expanded like crazy and continued to take on the E.U. team. Being the head of the World Beyblade Association, I feel as though I let the whole world down. I let the battles become personal. But I'm not letting it stay like this any longer. I brought together the legendary bladers to settle their countries. So far, it worked in America and India. Only in America and India. Everywhere else is in war known as the Great Beyblade War, or GBW.

The streets were dangerous. No one could leave their home alone. The roads were definitely rough for any independent blader. Many are forced into battle just to take their money. Since the war, many companies shut down and prices rose just to cover the expenses. Everyone else became desperate for a quick buck. Thievery, prostitution, and unfair gambling on battles became some of the only ways out.

Every day, I use my Geo-Blade tablet and visit countries, but today, I was too tired. To add onto the stress, a familiar face entered the room. "Gingka!" He yelled, making my head pound.

"Masamune, you don't have to yell." I told him. "Have you brought any good news with you?

"Yeah!" He nodded leaning closer to me. "In fact, I have two pieces of good news!"

I smiled. "You don't say! What is it?"

"I'm going to be a daddy!" He threw his arms in the air. My friend was very happy, but one thing didn't seem right.

"But I thought King was your partner. Who's the mother?"

Masamune crossed his arms. "King and I have separated years ago. Besides, I'm over that phase. I met a girl named Luz in America. Now we're going to have a baby girl!"

"You already know what it's going to be?" I asked. "How far along is she?"

"We're eight months in. But that's not the news I wanted to tell you!"

"Then what is it?"

"I gave her a name!" He smiled from ear to ear. "Wanna hear it? It's Cherimoya!"

"Cherimoya Kadoya...?" I said to myself.

He nodded. "It's a fruit from Central America which is where Luz is from, and Cherimoya will be the fruit of my loins!"

I cleared my throat and rubbed the back of my neck. "Creative." I said. "Now, what about the other news?"

"Right!" Masamune snapped back to reality. I never knew he would be so happy about a baby, especially a girl.

"I have located Kyoya's son!"

I stood up. "You what?" My jaw dropped.

"I located him! He was just wandering around like he was looking for someone, so I told him to come with me. Cool, huh?"

I haven't heard from Kyoya in years. No one has. He went missing years before the war even started. We only knew that he had a child when he was still young. Because he loved Jun and she loved Kyoya. "Where is he?"

"I knew you would get excited! He's in the lobby. Let me go get him."

"No, let me go with you." I stepped around my desk and followed my friend out. My heart was pounding and I didn't know why. It was just a kid. No, a teenager. Or a young adult. I've dealt with all three before. Maybe it was because he was Kyoya's son. By the time I opened the door, I saw him. He sat there looking calm and patient like his father.

"Hello." I greeted with a smile.

The boy looked at me and immediately sprang into action. He took out his launcher and set up his bey.

"Whoa there!" I chuckled. "We're on your side! Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Gingka Hagane, head of the WBBA. I was a friend of your father's. What is your name?"

He didn't answer. He kept his eye contact with his bey pointed at my chest. The boy looked just like his father when we first met. The only differences were the lack of scars and his clothes. He had on a black t-shirt that was ripped at the edges and a hooded brown vest over it that was torn the same way. His jeans were also ripped at the edges with a few scrapes and holes on the legs. His black shoes were scuffed and dulled. Plus, he was a bit shorter.

"How about something to eat?" I asked him as I loosened my tie and took off my jacket. Maybe now that I looked a little more casual, he'd open up.

"Sounds good to me!" Masamune smiled. "How about you, Li'l Kyoya?"

I gave him a look. "You mean to tell me that you found this kid and you don't know his name?"

Masamune shook his head. "No. He didn't tell me. But he looks like him! In fact...I have an idea." He showed him Blitz Striker. "How about a battle?"

The child smiled. "I'll crush you!"

"Good job, Masamune." I gave him a pat on the back.

"You should join us, Gingka! It'll be like old times!" Masamune said. Then to Li'l Kyoya, he said "Gingka won the Battle Bladers tournament when he was about your age. And then we won the world championship together. We were awesome!"

I sighed. "That sounds nice, Masamune, but I don't battle anymore. But go ahead and battle without me."

"Is that so?" Someone asked coming around the corner. It was, yet again, another reporter. "Gingka Hagane, are you making it official that you are quitting beyblade?"

I sighed as her camera man zoomed in on me. To the others, I said "Go ahead and go without me. There's a place out back you can battle in."

Masamune took the child and went on. The reporter did not hesitate to repeat her question. "Are you officially quitting beyblade?"

I sighed. "It's hard to say right now. Beyblade has been a huge part of my life and I can't part with it that easily. But the thing is...I can't seem to find the time to battle anymore."

"Is it because of the Great Beyblade War?"

"Yes."

"And what country are you planning to visit next?"

"Russia."

"Mr. Hagane, what would you say actually started this war? Will you use your Cosmic Pegasus for the one responsible?"

"I can't fully grasp what started this war exactly. It may be one country trying to override the rest. Either that or there is a force out there driving everyone into fighting each other. I don't have any information on the cause, but if it was a person, I would have no choice but to defeat him."

"Lastly, do you believe there is hope for our world?"

I nodded. "Yes, of course! Just because there's darkness now doesn't mean there won't be any light. Just wait and see."

"Thank you, Mr. Hagane. No further questions."

I didn't stick around to hear the rest. I continued to go outside to watch the rest of the battle. So far it was intense! Masamune and the child were calling out so many things that I couldn't hear what they were saying. But then I noticed something.

"Roar, Leone!" The child howled. And it sent me back.

The anger, the drive, the power, the pride. That was Kyoya. But he showed it the most whenever he battled me. This child is him. At least, he's a good piece.

Snapping me out of my thoughts was the child's bey flying out of the stadium followed by Masamune belting out "Better luck next time!" He laughed.

"Come on, you two!" I called. "Let's eat. It's on me."

"Can you tell me something?" I asked as the boy took a ravenous bite of his hamburger. "What is your name?"

I waited for him to swallow so that he can answer. Before he did, he dropped all of his fries on the floor and didn't bother picking them up.

The boy took a sip of his soda and said "Msaka. Msaka Tategami."

"How old are you, Msaka?" Masamune asked, taking the words from my mouth.

He took another bite. It was as if he hasn't eaten. Msaka kept eating a few more bites before saying "I'm thirteen."

"Only thirteen?" I asked. He nodded. "So I guess Kyoya didn't have a child as a teenager."

Msaka set down his burger. "How do you know my father?"

"We were rivals." I answer. "I defeated him in our first encounter and he vowed to defeat me ever since. He's one of the strongest bladers I know."

He settled down. "So you're that Gingka?" I nodded. "He mumbles your name a lot when he trains. I just thought that was a word that meant something."

"He still talks about me..."

"And he did have a child when he was a little older than my age. But it wasn't me."

As if on cue, a young man walked into the fast food restaurant looking angry. He had auburn hair that exploded like a lion's mane with brown eyes and a scar on his right cheek going down to the jaw line. His clothes had the same rips as Msaka on his baggy khaki pants. He also had on a green t-shirt that had no torso and a black jacket with the sleeves torn off.

He stormed over and grabbed Msaka's wrist. "What are you doing here?" He asked rather forcefully. "I told you never to leave my sight!"

"Wait a minute!" I stood up. "Let me explain. I'm Gingka Hagane, head of..."

"Wait! You're Gingka? Really Gingka?" He asked, not letting go of Msaka's wrist.

"Well, yes..." He punched my jaw.

"Hey!" Masamune raised his voice and stood up.

"Ryooshi..." Msaka uttered at the same time.

"You're the one giving our family a hard time. You drove my father away!" The man (Ryooshi?) yelled, causing the whole place to look at us. He must be Kyoya's first born.

"Ryooshi... May I call you Ryooshi?" I asked.

He didn't answer.

"Please, sit down so we can talk about your father." I gestured towards the seat and waited for him to sit.

"You're not going to tell us he's dead, are you?" He sat down. "And who's this?" He nodded towards Masamune.

"I'm Masamune Kadoya." He introduced. "I'm their friend." He extended a hand. It was the first time I've ever heard him leave it at that without adding how strong a blader he is.

"So you must be Kyoya's first son." He said. Ryooshi nodded. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-one."

"Twenty-one?" Masamune and I asked, exchanging glances.

"Sixteen..." I mumbled to myself. "Ryooshi, Msaka, where is your father now?"

The boys looked at each other and back at me. Finally, Ryooshi spoke up. "We don't know."

Masamune and I let out a sigh. "We could've had an advantage." Masamune buried his face in his hands. "This war could've ended!" He pounded the table.

"Your father is a legendary blader. He has so much power that we could use to win." I explained.

"You should've thought of that before you drove him away!" Ryooshi slammed his hands on the table and stood up.

I pulled out the small cube that is my tablet from my pocket and expanded it. From there, I opened up my world map. Msaka leaned in closer to me. "What are you looking for?"

"Your father." I answered, zooming in on Africa. "Search: Kyoya Tategami." I commanded. I kept scrolling and searching, but nothing came up. "Damn him!"

"What about your mother?" Masamune asked. "Where is she?"

"Hopefully, she's still on Earth." Ryooshi answered. "She's been very sick. The doctor doesn't know how much time she has left."

"That's why we were trying to find Dad." Msaka said. "He left us when we needed him the most." The whole time, Msaka was maneuvering Leone through his fingers.

"What's that?" Ryooshi asked, grabbing towards it.

"Nothing..." Msaka tried to pull away but his brother was too quick. He snatched it right out of his hands.

"Rock Leone?" He raised his voice. "You stole my bey again?!"

Msaka stood up. "It's not yours. It's still Dad's."

Instead of yelling back, Ryooshi stood up calmly. "Whatever. We're wasting time here. Come on."

The man held his brother by the elbow until Msaka shook him off. "No."

Masamune and I, at this point, were watching in shock while Ryooshi looked down at his brother with wide eyes. Then those eyes turned from appalled to angry "Msaka, come on!"

"I don't want to."

"You have no choice!" He grabbed him again.

"And I said no!" The child shook him off again and sat down.

. "Fine! Stay here! I don't have time to deal with you stubborn little...! If you're not going to help me, go back to Mom. I'll find Dad on my own." He clinched his teeth and fist for a second as if to give Msaka a chance to change his mind. Then, with a huff, he left.

Something told me that I should stop him, but maybe Ryooshi leaving could help us. "Ryooshi, please stay in contact." I told him. I didn't know if he heard.

"Have you found him?" Tsubasa asked over the phone. I saw that he had his daughter in his arms. She looked just like him. She had the same long white hair in a high ponytail, big brown eyes, and gentle smile.

I shook my head, already knowing who he was talking about. "He's a difficult find. And his sons are just as stubborn as he is."

"So you talked to them."

"Yes." I answered. "I still have his youngest here. He'll be spending the night. It's too dangerous to let him go now." Tsubasa nodded in agreement. "So have you ever contacted Yu?"

He shook his head slowly. "I have been trying for years. He probably changed his contacts."

I rubbed my chin. "You don't say..." It was odd to lose track of Yu Tendo. Tsubasa always had a close bond with him. How could he lose him?

Suddenly, Tsubasa looked behind him when some glass broke. He swallowed as he kept his head turned. His daughter grew quiet as she squeezed him tighter. Something else crashed. "Who's there?!" He called. Nothing happened. Finally, he turned back to me. "I have to go."

"Hey, wait..." Tsubasa turned off his device.