Hello, Everyone! Here is my fourth entry for Mal's contest. This fic has kind of been floating around in my brain for a few weeks now and I just got the courage to write it. I wanted to try exploring Ryuga's thoughts as he lay on the stones after his defeat at the end of Fury. I don't think it ended up quite as cool as I was hoping for, but I'm not really sure. I'm harder on myself than you guys are, so you might think it rocks and I might think it sucks. It just depends. I'm also not really sure what category I should post this under so, maybe you guys could give me some hints about that too.

I am also briefly mentioning my brother's bey OC, Jamal. Eventually, I will be posting my actual Bey story, and so you guys are getting brief glimpses of the OCs that will dominate that fic.

I am going to go ahead and apologize for my possible OOC-ifying of this totally epic character. My brother is better at writing Ryuga, but he wouldn't even consider writing something this emotional. I hope you guys at least like this, and hope that you will be gentle in your rebukes if this totally stinks. Hopefully, the next two will be better.


Fic Four

Category: Friendship/Drama (I think)

One Last Spark

Ryuga POV

I had never given much thought to how my life would end. I had always figured that my reign as the Dragon Emperor would never really end. I figured that once L-Drago and I were together, we would never part and never give up the power that we had.

Now, I lay on the stone floor barely able to move. L-Drago lay beside me in pieces, the light of the star fragment extinguished like a candle. There was nothing left. The one thing that would have defeated Nemesis would now never be completed.

For the first time ever, I wished that I had helped Gingka and the others. Even Jamal, who had followed me for almost a year now, had always been willing to help the other Legendary Bladers. He hadn't really said much about it or pushed the point, but I could see it in his eyes when he looked at the kid, Kenta, or at his own transformed bey, Burn Dragon.

And Kenta. That annoying kid who had followed me around for the past month or so was so determined to get me to help that he had actually developed a new move in the hopes of defeating me. He hadn't managed to do so, but he had cracked L-Drago's face bolt. He had made me get serious just for a split second.

Now, when I might have been able to swallow my pride and help them like I had promised, I was unable to do so. L-Drago was crushed, and so was I. My body was, and even my bey spirit, which had always burned as bright and hot as a dragon's fire, had been completely stamped out. Only dying embers remained. As I listened to the others battle, I let myself slowly begin to drift away.

It was then, when I was almost gone that I heard Kenta join in the fight. I could hear the fire of his bey spirit in his voice. The heat and power of it was shooting sparks everywhere. One, single spark managed to land on the dying embers of my own spirit. The heat of it burned, igniting the embers into a tiny candle flame. One last spark of spirit.

I knew that I had been given a second chance. Just as L-Drago absorbed the power of his opponent's spin, I absorbed that single spark. I let it build inside me until I could see something rising out of the flames.

A blue-white dragon soared up out of the building flames. She circled me for a moment, and then nudged her nose under my body, lifting me up. At her touch, my spirit ignited at last, burning as brightly as it had ever done before.

My bey was on its launcher and I knew what I had to do. I launched L-Drago Destructor for the last time. As she circled Kenta, instead of taking power, she gave power. We gave Kenta the power of the star fragment. Then, just as Gingka's Storm Pegasus had so long ago, my L-Drago Destructor disolved into white sparks and was absorbed into the dragon that I was now perched astride.

My beautiful L-Drago lifted up into the sky, taking me with her. Together, we soared higher and higher into the shining white light that opened in front of us like a great, shining gate. It was then that I heard a great voice say, "Greater love has no man than this; that he lay down his life for a friend. You have willingly given up the power that you have always craved, Ryuga. Welcome home, My Son."


I want to add a little explanation for this last part. As a Christian, I believe that anyone can be saved even at the last minute. I feel that Ryuga's sacrifice of his power at the end would count, in this setting, as a repentance.

Please don't kill me. -_- *peek* ;l