It had seemed ages ago, that day he had first lost and Brooklyn had seemingly healed, mentally at least, in the past several years. But time always marches on. His glory days were long gone. Now he was just another has been, now that blading was dead.
Eyes focused intently as he blinked for a moment, studying the fall horizon, the dying leaves falling around him, his ears picking out the familiar sound of a beyblade whirring. He smiled slightly, his eyes turning to focus on the sound, slowly approaching it. It had truly been too long, his beyblade still carried only because of nostalgia.
His eyes focused ahead, seeing a silver haired beauty before him, the dark skin shinning in the low afternoon sun. At that a smile touched his lips briefly, his eyes focused intently. If this was a dream he'd rather not wake up from it.
Fingers flexed slightly as he gazed at the figure, whether he be a figment of his imagination or not. It didn't faze him. He smiled briefly for a moment as he took a step closer, seeing the deep eyes as they landed on him. It seemed they had all fallen on hard times.
"So bladers still live," Brooklyn whispered, being the first to speak between the two.
"I know who you are," the other spat, scowling at him. "You're one of BEGA."
"I used to be… yes," Brooklyn lifted up his head at that. "But is there really any point to fight now?"
He stiffened at that, having caught his blade. "You make me want to steal parts again."
Brooklyn mentally sighed at that. Wonderful, of all the former bladers he had to meet a cheater. Things just got better and better.
"I'm not worth your time, no one is anymore." Brooklyn reached into his pocket, pulling the worn beyblade from it, the corners chipped from hard play and the paint worn off. The once proud Zeus was no more stunning.
The man stuttered for a moment, staring at the blade as he took a step back.
"There aren't any parts left to fix him," he whispered, his gaze down. "I'm not a threat to anyone now."
The man stiffened slightly as Brooklyn reached out, offering an open hand. The man finally took it as the once powerful psychic knelt down and pressed a kiss to his hand. "Come find me if you ever want to start anything."