DISCLAIMER:
Ryuga: Why do I have to do it?
Me: Because you're so cool!
Ryuga: (scowls) DragonFang2011 does not own Beyblade: Metal Fight.
Me: If I did, Ryuga and Hikaru would be kissing right now!
Ryuga: O.o
Hikaru: (Runs by screaming)
Me: And Ryuga would have three powerful-but-annoying little sisters (all with cool Beys), and a little brother.
Ryuga: (Glares at me) Don't make me laugh.
Me: (slaps him)
Chapter 1: Help
Ryuga POV
Almost there, I told myself, my breath coming in short gasps.
I grasped the left side of my stomach, where a horizontal gash half a foot long was visible through my shirt, which was practically ripped to shreds and hung around my chest like a lifeless vine.
I felt warm blood oozing out of the wound, and winced.
An even larger slash arced diagonally across my back—stretching from my right shoulder to my left hip.
Cuts, and bruises adorned my arms like tattoos done by a two-year-old, making it even harder to move.
There was a horrible wound on the front-right-hand side of my head, just above my dragon headpiece. Blood dripped into my eyes.
My left arm was paralyzed because of a long, deep cut that began on my shoulder and ended in a spot just above my elbow.
The dragon gauntlet weighed my left arm down, making it harder to ignore the pain. It didn't help that it was made of gold.
But I was concentrating so hard on my goal that I didn't bother to take it off.
The knees of my pants were torn, revealing my bloody knees, and I was missing my boots.
My belt and launcher were dirty and uncared for. Almost every part of my body was encrusted with dried blood.
I wanted to throw up.
I could barely walk, feeling lightheaded from the loss of blood, but I pushed myself on.
I knew I looked terrible. I felt worse. The pain was hard to describe.
I remembered a familiar voice speaking to me in harsh tones, then the burning sensation of a knife as it sliced mercilessly through my sensitive flesh.
I remembered screaming—a lot.
In the dark of night, the streets were empty.
Good. I didn't need an audience.
It was embarrassing to let people see me in this state, and even more embarrassing to ask for help.
My mouth opened in a soundless yelp as I took another step. It felt like I was lifting a mountain.
The world swirled around me, a blur of color. That just made me dizzier.
I'm not gonna make it...
I wanted to die right then and there.
I steeled myself. I had to make it.
I let my right fist drop to my side, feeling the broken pieces of my Bey—LDrago Destroy—safely tucked into my palm. A sharp thorn of metal pierced my skin as I tightened my grip on the thing I loved the most.
I was not about to let go.
I held onto my Beyblade like I would a lifeline as I clumsily stumbled towards my destination.
Finally, I saw a tall building standing on the corner of a block. The words above the entrance were hard to make out, but I knew what it said: "B-Pit."
I knew that this was where my rival, Gingka, often went, but I had no choice.
It was that or die, so don't judge me!
I just hoped that they'd take me in, even after everything I've done to them.
Grimacing from the effort of quickening my pace, I used my shaky right fist to push open the door.
Inside the shop were Gingka and his friends—Kenta, Kyoya, the big guy with the purple hair (I forgot his name), and the brunette computer geek.
They stared at me in shock.
Kenta was the first to speak. "Ryuga?"
Relieved, I collapsed, absentmindedly loosening my hold on LDrago. The pieces tumbled out of my hand and clattered onto the floor.
I heard a lot of gasps. The people in the store were frantically moving around.
I curled up into a ball, pulling my left arm close to me protectively.
I clenched my teeth as the cut on my back tore painfully.
"What happened?"
"Benkei!" Kyoya snapped, helping me sit up. "A little help here!"
I clutched my side in pain and groaned.
Then, the world went black.
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