I don't own beyblade. But yeah I do own; Fumio, Miroku, Akira and Nobu: 3
Chapter 14
No More
"41…..42…43…44…." the young man panted, while doing pushups.
The speakers were blaring loud music which were echoing in the gym room and making the walls of it almost vibrate. Just then two people barged in; one boy and one girl.
The girl shook her head and sighed while the boy went to the fellow who was currently exercising and spoke;
"that's enough Fumio! You are going to tried yourself out"
Fumio snorted and retorted;
"Not likely…"
"You are so full of yourself" The girl muttered, but Fumio heard it because after a sec he panted angrily;
"I heard that!"
"No seriously….you are going to out run yourself, its way past our training time…." The boy Miroku said sternly.
"Well you should have seen this coming…"
At this Miroku cocked his eyebrow and asked;
"Excuse me?!"
Finished with pushups, Fumio lightly leapt on his feet and strolled towards the area where dumb bells were kept. He lifted them up and with a grunt started lifting them up and down. Nevertheless he spoke;
"Don't act ignorant…..i wouldn't be here if you hadn't said yes to that old geezer!"
Miroku closed his eyes in dejection while the girl who perched herself in bench, took out her phone and began to scroll through the messages.
"Here we go again…" she said.
"Seriously I mean what were you thinking?! Signing up for a tournament like that!"
"Like every time I am going to say this….i did it in everyone's interest!" Miroku answered.
"Everyone interest?!" he scoffed" As if!"
"Well you were the one complaining we have nothing to do, so I thought this would be an excellent way to utilize time!"
"Yeah I did….but battling with a group of amateurs is not one of them!"
"A group of very strong amateurs!" Miroku corrected.
While the duo was arguing, another boy came in and saw this. Instead of intervening he chose to sit beside the girl and asked;
"Why are they getting on each other necks Akira?"
"The usual Nobu…."
"Oh…."
After a while Nobu said;
"It's time Fumio should stop complaining, hardly any time is left before we face them…."
"Well why don't you tell him that?" Akira said" He might listen to you"
"You know full well he won't….." Nobu answered.
True, Fumio had to be such a thick head sometimes.
"We are going to have match with them in two weeks! It's time you accept instead of whining about it! This discussion is over!" Miroku stated severely.
"This discussion is over" Fumio mimicked.
"Come on, Akira and Nobu…..Fumio you better pack up, the gym is going to close in hour!" Miroku added.
"I know" Fumio snapped.
Fumio was now walking into streets towards the bus stop, hands stuffed deep in his jacket pockets. It was night time, with half of a moon hovering over the sky, being partially hidden by dark clouds every so often.
"That damn Miroku!" he grumbled to no one in particular" Fighting with a couple of kids! That's got to be centuries biggest joke…it an insult….frankly an insult to my strength!"
Fumio turned around the corner and found a bench in the end of the footpath where someone was sitting; a woman.
He squint his eyes and studied her profile from sideways. She has to be around his age or less; 17 or 18. Smooth skin, firm jawline, porcelain features with Long dark brown. She was a beauty.
Fumio gulped and tried to even out the blush that was spreading upon his cheeks before approaching her.
"Hey"
The woman looked up and Fumio was immediately entranced by her eyes; Ruby-colored. So soulful they were.
"Hm?"
"Ah what are you doing here alone at this time of the night?"
"Nothing just waiting for the ride…." The woman answered meekly.
"I see…."
A moment of silence before Fumio sat on the same bench. The woman looked up questionably.
"I will wait for the ride to pick you up…..it's very late" Fumio spoke gently.
"You don't have to do that….but thank you…." The woman smiled at him. Later on she asked;
"Your good name?"
"Mine? It's Fumio Takahashi…."
"Fumio?" The woman's eyes widened" You don't happen to be The Fumio from team Chikara…"
"The one and only!" Fumio answered proudly, a smug smirk plastered across his handsome face.
"Oh my….it such an honor to meet the greatest blader of all the times…." The woman gushed off, regarding the man with an appraising look.
"The pleasure is all mine…"
They talked for like good 15 minutes, until the woman said;
"You seemed agitated before you came here….did something happened?"
Fumio frowned.
"Yeah….."
"What is it?"
"Nothing, just frustrated over the fact that I have to battle in two weeks times…."
"Well that's not bad…."
"It is bad if your opponents are a bunch of weaklings…"
"You don't mean the blade breakers...?"
"Yeah…it's them alright! I mean who are they trying to kid? Having us battle with them! We are the great team Chikara!..."
And off he started venting out the details.
When finished, he took a calming breadth. The woman then spoke;
"I can totally understand…..i know how it feels like when someone doubts your skills…"
Fumio looked up and saw the woman peering at him with concern. She really was beautiful. Hesitantly he took her hand and clasped it. Surprisingly enough, she didn't pull away.
"Thank you for your concerns….really, because unlike some people, you understand what I am going through…."
The woman squeezed his hand.
"I am glad I can ease your pain….."
In mere moments, Fumio all of sudden started feeling hot. He could have literally sworn that it was chilly previous minutes ago. He made an attempt to remove his jacket but found he can't due to the fact that his hand was grasping hers.
"Ah….excuse me? Can I have my hand back? I need to remove my jacket…" Fumio said jokingly.
The woman ignored him.
Fumio tugged his hand and tired again.
"Miss?..."
"It such a shame…..that no one, plainly no one understands you, otherwise you wouldn't be here in the first place…."
"What?"
The woman looked up and Fumio recoiled from the stare she gave. It was so frightening. A manic glint could be seen in her eyes.
"If they would have, you wouldn't be here sitting right next to trouble….." she whispered.
"Trouble?"
"Yes….." And with that the woman's teeth started to sprout in to fangs, skin shredding in trails and body expanding quickly, it hue becoming black.
Fumio was frozen with fear, cold sweat running down from his face. The strange creature now spoke in a raspy voice, no longer the gentle tone it used a minute ago;
"I can arrange your pesky little problem…" the creature tighten his hold on Takahashi's hand.
"Hey…." Fumio winced in pain.
"By devouring your bit-beast…"
Fumio heart dropped at the last sentence.
"Devoured?!" Fumio stuttered.
"Yes….." It hissed. The creature now closed in, its red eyes carrying hunger and excitement.
That night was the longest night that existed.
"Tyson, give me that cereal box!"
"Nope…."
"Why?! I wanna eat fruity loops" Max whined.
"You already had your share so back off!" Tyson said.
"No I didn't!"
"What?!" Tyson asked, his eyebrows twitching in mild irritation" You just had it! A bowl full of it!"
"Yeah well that was my first helping…"
"And?..."
"Two helpings make my day!"
"You got to be kidding me…" Tyson gaped.
"Now well that has been established, give it to me!"
"No…I won't"
And on they went bickering as usual like an old married couple. Just then Grandpa came and saw the whole scene which was completely ignored by Ray and chief. Kai as usual was nowhere in sight.
"Knock it off you dudes! Such behavior can't be tolerated in breakfast!" Grandpa Granger said briskly and snatching the box of cereal from his grandson hands.
"But I wanted to eat that…"Tyson wailed.
"What?! This trivial thing!" Grandpa asked" I swore these things are corrupting your guts!"
"Huh?!"
"You shouldn't eat such stuff! You should eat pure stuff like eggs, pancakes…." And off he started ranting off about healthy breakfast.
Tyson and Max sweat-drop (anime style).
"Are you guys finished?" Chief tiredly asked.
"Yeah why?"
"Because we got only two weeks left before the tournament approaches!" Ray pointed out" It time you get serious!"
"Are you sure? Last time I check you guys were still squabbling over 'Trivial thing'"
"It's not trivial thing!" Both Tyson and Max shouted in defiance.
The phone rang, loud and shrill, to which Grandpa said;
"I will get that!"
While he went to attend the call, Tyson said;
"Speaking about tournament, we are serious about this!" Tyson said earnestly" otherwise we wouldn't have participated in the first place!"
Ray smiled. Tyson may sometimes act like a kid but when it comes to beybladying, he becomes so dedicated.
"We are going to nail this thing!" he boasted.
"Yeah" Max joined him, completely forgetting that a minute ago they were snapping at each other.
Just then Grandpa came, his wrinkled face carrying a grave expression. Chief saw this and worriedly asked;
"What happened Grandpa? Who was on the phone?!"
"It was Mr. Dickenson…."
"Huh?!"
"Why did Mr. Dickenson called? Was it about venue and timings? Or about the promotion of the event?" Tyson asked excitedly, coming to his grandpa.
The old man stared at his grandson, his ebony eyes revealing nothing. He then said;
"The tournament of big leagues have been cancelled. You will not battle with team Chikara"
Author note: I just drew Katashi! If you want to see him, check this link below!
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