Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. Blah.
AN: The Otherworlder is back! Not that anyone would notice or it's an event worth celebrating... But anyway, I decided to return to the Beyblade fandom, for a short while at least. I have sighted a few good fics in this fandom now, and I am exceedingly glad and thankful. Also my other fics aren't going so well, and they are difficult and strenuous to write. So I decided to get back to Beyblade, where I can have most fun. This is not going to be a very long piece. It's only six chapters in total, and it's a departure from my usual action/adventure style. It's more realistic and romantic. And hopefully you will like it! Okay that's quite enough of my rambling, so please sit back and enjoy. Don't forget to review! They are my energy bars of the day.
A long time has passed since I was a member of the Blade Breakers, but I am sure the world still remembers me, Kenneth Taylor. I know I barely count as a true Blade Breaker. I don't blade, and my bit-beast is trapped in a laptop computer. Even until this day I don't know what her true form is. I can only guess, and I think Dizzi is a fox, based on her slyness of course. But the world remembered me anyway, as part of this name, part of a seemingly ordinary group of children that became the unmatched world champion of a sport and toppled an international criminal organization.
True, the Blade Breakers are a most extraordinary bunch, despite their plain demeanour. First there was Tyson, the archetype of a modern fairy tale hero. In the beginning he was brave with a heart of gold, even though at times brash and just plain stupid. He had learned and grown on his journey, he was made wise by all those he had witnessed. Yet he was still Tyson, with that same magnetic, if not charming, personality. He still loved to talk, to eat, and to be the one and only Tyson.
Then there was Max, the boy next door. The cliché, done-to-death word "nice" would describe him well. He was always smiling, and soft and kind. However one cannot ignore his strength. His power was like that of the ocean, fathomlessly deep and unyielding, and should never be judged by what is on the surface.
And Kai. No one can forget Kai. He was always a mystery, a shadow far, far away. He grew up in the Abbey, under the control of a power-mad grandfather and his hellish minions. Yet contrary to common belief, his coldness has little to do with such things. He was not abused, nor taught to be emotionless. It was merely within his personality to be like that. He shows nothing, not to us, not to anyone. We have learnt to accept that, for that was Kai. He treasured us as we treasured him, even if he never said that.
Last, there was Ray. If Kai was a mystery, then Ray was an enigma, even if no one else realized that. Ray was always reserved, but not emotionless. Most of the times he was calm and collected, but there were times when he showed us his weakness, his strength, his joy and his sorrow. But he barely showed enough. He talks little, especially not about himself. We always though we knew Ray, but if we think of it, there were nothing we can say about him. There was more to Ray than what meets the eyes. He seemed to belong to an order of higher might and purpose that none of us knew of. True enough, after being with him for almost two years, we finally learnt that he worked for the MSS. That piece of information was shocking, to say at least.
The Blade Breakers stayed together for three years, and competed in three World Championships. After that we just broke off to our own things. I guess in a way we were too good, and none of the challengers even come close. So we left the stage. The audience always want to see fresh things. We kept in contact for a while, but not much longer. We were spread all over the world. Kai went back to Russia, Max to America, and Ray first back to China, then America. Tyson and I were back in our hometown, and stayed together. We even went to the University of Tokyo together, I in computer science, he in engineering. But soon after that we parted, and I haven't heard from him since.
Ten years passed since our last time together as a team. I am 25 this year, so should Tyson and Max. Ray and Kai should be 26 now. It was time to see them again, I think. It was to satisfy my own curiosity, to see where the Blade Breakers are now, after all those years...
AN: The Otherworlder is back! Not that anyone would notice or it's an event worth celebrating... But anyway, I decided to return to the Beyblade fandom, for a short while at least. I have sighted a few good fics in this fandom now, and I am exceedingly glad and thankful. Also my other fics aren't going so well, and they are difficult and strenuous to write. So I decided to get back to Beyblade, where I can have most fun. This is not going to be a very long piece. It's only six chapters in total, and it's a departure from my usual action/adventure style. It's more realistic and romantic. And hopefully you will like it! Okay that's quite enough of my rambling, so please sit back and enjoy. Don't forget to review! They are my energy bars of the day.
A long time has passed since I was a member of the Blade Breakers, but I am sure the world still remembers me, Kenneth Taylor. I know I barely count as a true Blade Breaker. I don't blade, and my bit-beast is trapped in a laptop computer. Even until this day I don't know what her true form is. I can only guess, and I think Dizzi is a fox, based on her slyness of course. But the world remembered me anyway, as part of this name, part of a seemingly ordinary group of children that became the unmatched world champion of a sport and toppled an international criminal organization.
True, the Blade Breakers are a most extraordinary bunch, despite their plain demeanour. First there was Tyson, the archetype of a modern fairy tale hero. In the beginning he was brave with a heart of gold, even though at times brash and just plain stupid. He had learned and grown on his journey, he was made wise by all those he had witnessed. Yet he was still Tyson, with that same magnetic, if not charming, personality. He still loved to talk, to eat, and to be the one and only Tyson.
Then there was Max, the boy next door. The cliché, done-to-death word "nice" would describe him well. He was always smiling, and soft and kind. However one cannot ignore his strength. His power was like that of the ocean, fathomlessly deep and unyielding, and should never be judged by what is on the surface.
And Kai. No one can forget Kai. He was always a mystery, a shadow far, far away. He grew up in the Abbey, under the control of a power-mad grandfather and his hellish minions. Yet contrary to common belief, his coldness has little to do with such things. He was not abused, nor taught to be emotionless. It was merely within his personality to be like that. He shows nothing, not to us, not to anyone. We have learnt to accept that, for that was Kai. He treasured us as we treasured him, even if he never said that.
Last, there was Ray. If Kai was a mystery, then Ray was an enigma, even if no one else realized that. Ray was always reserved, but not emotionless. Most of the times he was calm and collected, but there were times when he showed us his weakness, his strength, his joy and his sorrow. But he barely showed enough. He talks little, especially not about himself. We always though we knew Ray, but if we think of it, there were nothing we can say about him. There was more to Ray than what meets the eyes. He seemed to belong to an order of higher might and purpose that none of us knew of. True enough, after being with him for almost two years, we finally learnt that he worked for the MSS. That piece of information was shocking, to say at least.
The Blade Breakers stayed together for three years, and competed in three World Championships. After that we just broke off to our own things. I guess in a way we were too good, and none of the challengers even come close. So we left the stage. The audience always want to see fresh things. We kept in contact for a while, but not much longer. We were spread all over the world. Kai went back to Russia, Max to America, and Ray first back to China, then America. Tyson and I were back in our hometown, and stayed together. We even went to the University of Tokyo together, I in computer science, he in engineering. But soon after that we parted, and I haven't heard from him since.
Ten years passed since our last time together as a team. I am 25 this year, so should Tyson and Max. Ray and Kai should be 26 now. It was time to see them again, I think. It was to satisfy my own curiosity, to see where the Blade Breakers are now, after all those years...