Gingka's Past
Chapter 1: Gingka's Friend
AN: all right, first things first. This is my first fanfic, and I've never written before, so go easy on me this first time. Second, this is in a time before Gingka's dad "supposedly" died, but I'm giving Gingka Pegasus anyway. His dad's bey is unknown at this point. Last of all, I do not own Beyblade anime, toys, or characters. All I own are my OC's. For now…
The boy woke up, tired as always, and looked up at the ceiling. He was tired of the same old routine. Not that he hated beyblade of course. That part he loved. The rest was just, well, blech. He decided that he was going to mix it up today. It was after all, the day of the Beyblade village Championship.
He got up, went to the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. He saw nothing abnormal. To him it looked like an average redhead. To everyone else it looked like the face of a village champion, five years running. Big blue eyes, a nose with a piece of tape across it (for fashion, his nose never broke), and a smile so big it melted the girl's hearts. And then there was his appetite. He was a growing boy, but no one in the village could surpass his ability to eat. He was a bottomless pit. He decided to try and do something he had never tried to do, actually try to brush his hair. It was a complete failure. It looked as if there was a red porcupine on his head. He then went over to his dresser and put on his new garb, a blue suit with a red bandana and white scarf. The bandana had half of a picture of Pegasus, his bey, on it, and the scarf always seemed to be floating in the wind.
He then proceeded to walk outside. People outside seemed to be shocked, whispering, "What happened to his pajamas?" and, "Why's he up so early?" The people of Hakoma Village had grown used to seeing Gingka Hagane walk outside in his pajamas, sleepy at 10:30 in the morning. It was 7:00. A.M. He walked over to his best friend's house, which looked just like all the other houses. White walls, a thatched roof and a wooden door. He gathered his breath and screamed loudly at the door, "Harun! Wake up! Time to practice!" He was answered with a door in the face. But he didn't care. He was with his best friend. Harun was just as old as Gingka, but looked a lot older. He had blue/silver hair and had big muscles. His face revealed nothing. His small, beady, gray eyes looked hardened, burdened even. His nose was set and on that rare occasion when he smiled, he had cheek dimples. Even though he was only 12, he looked 16. "Harun!" The redhead exclaimed. "Gingka!" the other said.
They ran around to the back of Harun's house and proceeded to get out their launchers. Harun's backyard was like any other typical bey lover's backyard. There was a basin for washing, holders for beys and a bowl-shaped stadium for battling. The red haired boy, Gingka, held out his bey, Storm Pegasus, proudly. The bey was short, with a blue ring around the outside, and a red bolt in the middle. This bey was the chosen bey, and for good reason. It was the bey destined to defeat the evil L-Drago, and it's owner. But Gingka had no idea of that, and used it like a normal bey. It was an attack type and had been known to knock opponents out of the ring in one hit.
The other boy, Harun, held out his bey, Flame Kicker, just as proudly. It was a balance type, and was all together well rounded. It had what looked like small metal eagle's wings wrapped around the outside, and a purple bolt in the middle.
They both put their proper beys in their respectful launchers, Gingka's blue and Harun's red, and started the countdown.
"3!" Gingka exclaimed, gripping his handle tightly.
"2!" Harun said, just as loudly and ready to roll.
"1!" They both yelled.
"Let it rip!" With that, both boys pulled on the string attached to their launchers and their beys flew out into the stadium, spinning rapidly. The beys headed straight towards each other and collided with a loud CLANG! They bounced backwards and started to circle the stadium opposite from the other bey.
"I've got you today, Gingka!" the silver haired boy exclaimed. His bey had always lost to Pegasus, and every day after the loss, he would send Gingka away and train until the next battle. He had gained talent, Gingka would give him that. He was not one to accept defeat though, as his blader spirit was like a wild mustang. Untamed. Dangerous. Powerful. As his father always said, "It's not the strength of the blader, son. It's the size of their blader spirit.
Pegasus gathered speed and went into a full head-on charge towards Kicker. The balance type blocked the other bey's attack, but barely. He was almost knocked out of the stadium, which would mean a loss.
But now it was Kicker's turn. The bey started to circle Pegasus and hit him rapidly from every side. Pegasus started to lose speed to the point that he almost stopped, which would also result in a loss. Pegasus fought back and started to circle with it's opponent starting to gain back momentum.
Once Pegasus completely caught up with Kicker, he started throwing attacks from behind, slowing it's opponent down. He dropped back and charged straight into the air, Gingka screaming the whole time, "Pegasus Starblast Attack!"
The bey stopped in mid-air, and then started to fall straight towards Kicker, gaining speed the whole time, until the bey was glowing blue. Pegasus slammed straight into the top of the other bey, sending Kicker flying out of the stadium.
Gingka, not surprisingly, had won again.
Harun bended down, picked up his bey, and put it in its holder. "Good battle, Gingka. You're getting more height on Starblast Attack." The silver-haired boy said, and Gingka replied with a shrug.
"Let's get something to eat." The redhead said.
