I don't own Beyblade.
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"What are you doing?" asked Ginga and he stepped backwards out of the doorway he had just come through.
"Nothing you need be concerned about," Hikaru snapped back. She didn't turn around, she was busy. Hard at work rummaging around in Ginga's apartment garage.
"But, you can't do that. Masamune will flip so hard when he gets back." Ginga took another step back as he flung his arm up and gripped the doorframe as if to try and hold himself in place.
"Yes, but I can't do this any other time. I need to throw it all out but he won't let me. I don't know why he's so attached to all this stuff. He doesn't even look at any of it. It just stays out here, taking up garage space. It's bizarre isn't it?" She had a trash bag with her and she was shoving things into it.
Ginga let his arm fall limply to his side, he didn't feel like running away anymore.
"Look, I totally agree with you. Masamune's been lugging this stuff around for years. But it obviously means a lot to him, understand? He's my best friend, it's my garage, and I'd appreciate it if you left everything as it is."
Hikaru did what Hikaru always did when she was put in her place, which in Ginga's opinion, wasn't nearly enough. She pouted. She pursed her lips in that terribly frustrating way that writes the words "Go f*** yourself" all over her devastatingly pretty face in big, bright red letters. Then she dropped the box she was about to place in the garbage bag on the concrete ground of the garage. There was a loud smashing sound, Ginga jumped and his eyes locked on the box that lay on the ground in front of Hikaru's feet. His warm brown eyes widened as he read the words 'Mugs from Disneyland' written on it in felt tip pen.
A few years ago, Ginga and Masamune went to Disney Land. Masamune stole a box of novelty licensed mugs that were sitting idle out the back of a merchandise shop, and they somehow made it to his strange little collection.
Hikaru left the garage. She didn't even look at Ginga as he walked over and bent down to see if his friend's belongings were okay. They weren't.
The contents of the box was a bunch of coloured shards of thick glass. Mickey mouse's face was split in half and Ginga cringed. He picked up a few pieces and tried to fit them back together like a puzzle. Perhaps he could use a little glue here or there?
"Ow!" Glass sliced Ginga's finger like a hot knife through butter. He pulled his had back, stood up, shook the pain away and glanced around the garage. He didn't see a problem with Masamune's collection. He was looking at boxes and bags full of a variety of interesting items that Masamune had picked up over the years. Notebooks, bottles, stamps, paper weights and candle holders; all things that Masamune couldn't bare to part with for some reason.
'It's not like any of this stuff is upstairs' Ginga thought. 'It's all down here and out of the way.'
He grabbed the box of broken mugs and hid it behind Masamune's broken drum kit and followed Hikaru upstairs.