Opportunity and Genuinity

||Okay, so… I actually really love Lync. Not as a fangirl… more in that 'oh my god he's so bloody cute and awesome' kind of love… which doesn't always apply to fangirls… he's just so sneaky, and being a kid… I just think it's great… he's so frickin SMALL… so, anyways, his oneshot.

By the way… I'm pretty making up his past. Actually, most of the Vexos' past, the way I imagine them based on their personalities… after all, the show doesn't seem eager to look into the villain's history. And if they do… it will most likely be something completely nonsensical.

And yes, the orphan thing is clichéd… but either Lync's parents were really apathetic about teaching him his ethics… or they just didn't/couldn't.

||Disclaimer: I do not own Bakugan.

Lync Volan had been one of the first to come to New Vestroia.

For the opportunity he could find there.

There was nothing for him in the crowded, suffocating streets of Vestal. Every abandoned building was being bought and restored to harbor the growing population, and those that were left for the homeless to take shelter in were already claimed by tight gangs of the fierce destitute.

He had always managed to find somewhere to whittle away the night; a cluttered alley, beneath a vendor's stand, or in that hollowed tree he liked so much. And he always found some way to make ends meet. All it really took was for him to shuffle by any person with that air of generosity, wearing tattered clothing and a sweet smile, and he would have pocket change and filched wallets to last him days. If worse came to worse, he could always just sneak away whatever unguarded food beckoned to him within the open-air market.

And that was how it had been since the biological terrorist attack. Since that lethal disease had swept the nation and left him without father, without mother, without siblings. A blurred mix of years spent running, hiding, stealing, tricking anyone he could with his 'naïve' youth and later mentally mocking them for their misguided judgement of innocence. Years of independence and solitude.

He hated this life. As much fun as it was to fool people into thinking he was cute and sweet and sad, it was frustrating… to see the looks of pity and guilty relief that it hadn't been them who had lost everything.

It was so... boring.

When he had first heard of the plans of colonize New Vestroia, his mind was instantly cooking up plots to ensure that he would be one of the ones aboard the ships. He couldn't get in as a brawler; he'd never played with Bakugan, only collected the little marbles on occasion to sell and barter away. There was no way he was going to be mistaken for one of the aristocracy. And no matter how much he stole, he'd never afford a ticket.

So he did the same as so many others looking for something different. He snuck aboard. And through sheer luck and skill, he managed to avoid being one of those caught and tossed off the ship mid-voyage. And soon he was on New Vestroia soil.

It was only a matter of days before he had gotten himself some Bakugan, for serious play; this was what this world revolved around, after all. This little game of marbles and cards and ferocious beasts that bowed to your will. If he wanted anything to change for him in this new world, he'd have to play the game…

How great if felt to realize he was a complete natural at it.

He was no longer that scrawny orphan with the delicate looks who was commiserated; he was the champion with the delicate looks, a celebrity in the stadium, on top of the world…

And when he was invited into the Vexos, he accepted right away. More glory to him, right? No doubt he'd be running the show in no time… he'd have the rest of his 'fellow elitists' under his thumb with a single adorable smile…

They had all hated him immediately.

Not a single one had been fooled by his adolescence, not for a moment. Even that idiot Shadow had been aware of Lync's true personality. They had looked at him, and their thoughts about him were clear on their faces; who does this brat think he is?

It was disconcerting at first; he had been hated before, of course, but never right off the mark, not when all they had seen of him was his childish appearance. But he got used to it… no, he appreciated it.

For once, he could finally show his true colours; be his real, genuine self.

Being cute was a hassle, anyways.

||There. I actually enjoyed writing that… although it was a bit hard… surprisingly enough, the thesaurus doesn't offer many alternations of the word 'cute'. I just imagine Lync to be the type to use his looks to his advantage… I mean, look at him. He could be an actual doll. Actually. I would make him my doll. He's frickin adorable.

Next is the ever charming and delightful Shadow.