Disclaimer-Beyblade is not mine. The characters do not belong to me.
Authors note-to Anu-chan, no, this will not be all flowers and poetry but just a little teenage angst coming from the first person viewpoint of Kai himself. I wrote this from his point of view. It really concentrates me on how he got involved with the sport of Beyblading and the build up I wrote I really almost got lost in there for awhile! As always, read and rview, and check out my other fics if you like too! Thanks!
I wish I could say the same about my father. Ever since he had realized how incapable of a Beyblader he was, he had tried to force me to particapate in the sport. I knew more than my grandfather was aware of, about how to construct the perfect Beyblade, the best strategy, everything possible that my dad could pass on. I feigned interest in it for some time for his benefit, but never found it more than mildly amusing. Finally one day I lost my patience with him.
"Dad listen, I'm sorry, but I just don't understand the appeal of this game. I realize that Grandpa Shodan was the world champion, but I have no desire to follow in his footsteps. I don't wish you any disrespect, but this is really is torture for me." I told him. I had meant what I said. The only way I think I would ever get interested in playing such a game was if I had a kindred spirit to share it with, someone who understood me and made me enjoy the game and my victories as I won them.
Sensing my restlessness, my dad bought me a weight set to occupy my ever flowing mind and help me focus my energies elsewhere. I could tell that he was grateful for my newfound pasttime, and he took the time to praise my efforts. "It's really amazing how much progress you've made in your weight lifting. I almost don't recognize you anymore." he told me. It hadn't been my intention to build myself up so quickly when I had started working out, but I found doing it was like a release for the anxiety I felt most of the time when I was alone. I had not overdone it, thankfully, but it was noticeable to anyone who might hanve known me beforehand.
I walked downstairs to join my dad for dinner when he called me down in the middle of my studies. This was a rare occassion, my dad actually being home to cook a meal for the two of us. Usually I spent my evenings at home alone, studying and working out, and cooking meals just for myself. My solo meals were passable, but my dad's cooking was always a treat. He worked as a cook at the military base, and all his co-workers said his meals were better than the stuff they'd had at home. Tonight he had made a delicious smelling beef stroganoff, and I ate with him politely, resisting the urge to eat all my food at once and maybe some of his. "I'm so glad we're getting to spend some time together as a family, Kai. Are you nervous about your first day of high school?" he asks. "It'll probably be no different than any of the first days I've had at any of the other schools I went to." I complained. "I understand that it's frustrating for you to have to change schools so often, but we should be here for some time if that means anything. I do the best I can for us, Kai." my father says. "I know that." I tell him. "Let's not engage in such unpleasant conversation at the dinner table, okay? I'm just glad to be able to spend some time with you." he says. I nodded, agreeing completely. I was glad of that too, as wefinished our meal and spent the rest of the evening sitting in the living room, him watching television and me catching up on my reading. "Kai, look. They're mentioning Beyblade on the news." my dad said. "We're here reporting on a local Beyblade competition that was being held this weekend here in dowtown Tokyo. the national championships are a long ways away, yet some of the young Beybladers have already started their training at meets like these. These teenagers take this game very seriously and have high hopes to see another in their ranks become a legend like the current world champion, Back to you, Kenchi." the lady reporter said. "Beyblade." I snorted. "You really should be a competitor, Kai. You have a real talent for Beyblading." my father says. I stood then and walked away. "No thanks." I said. As I settled in for the night, I never thought anything would ever change my mind about Beyblade, but I was wrong...
When I woke up the next morning, my dad was already gone to work. He had left breakfast for me in the refrigerator with a note wishing me a good day at school. Sighing, I took a shower and proceeded to get dressed. So not to attract too much attention to myself, I dressed simply in a short sleeve black button down shirt, green camoflage pants and combat boots. (a/n: I just had to dress him, he's so cute!) I decided to walk to school, since it was within a walking distance. I took pleasure in feeling the cool morning breeze in my hair and let my mind roam for a moment. I started thinking about something my father had told me once when he had taught me about Beyblade. He said that every bitbeast that modern Beybladers used in combat were actually ancient beasts and elemental spirits that had existed many lifetimes ago. You could only control a creature's true power two ways- through connecting with them spirtually or through a method called the Mark of the Beast. Few Beybladers were ever marked by the creatures they owned; only those that were destined to be their masters recieved this honor. I myself had never met anyone who had been marked, but I always avoided the game whenever possible. I soon made it to school, and got my class schedule, taking the time to examine it in the courtyard before the schoolbell rang. "What's a cute boy like you doing covering himself up so much?" a voice asked me. I looked up to see whom had spoken to me, and was nearly floored when I saw her. She was my same height with a slender build, long flowing adburn hair and emerald green eyes. She wore a low cut white crochet top that showed off her youthful curves, short black denim skirt and black knee high boots. She had to be the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I was so awestruck by her that I couldn't find my voice for a second. "Who...who are you?" I finally stammered out. I had lost my chance. She was gone.
Authors note-to Anu-chan, no, this will not be all flowers and poetry but just a little teenage angst coming from the first person viewpoint of Kai himself. I wrote this from his point of view. It really concentrates me on how he got involved with the sport of Beyblading and the build up I wrote I really almost got lost in there for awhile! As always, read and rview, and check out my other fics if you like too! Thanks!
I wish I could say the same about my father. Ever since he had realized how incapable of a Beyblader he was, he had tried to force me to particapate in the sport. I knew more than my grandfather was aware of, about how to construct the perfect Beyblade, the best strategy, everything possible that my dad could pass on. I feigned interest in it for some time for his benefit, but never found it more than mildly amusing. Finally one day I lost my patience with him.
"Dad listen, I'm sorry, but I just don't understand the appeal of this game. I realize that Grandpa Shodan was the world champion, but I have no desire to follow in his footsteps. I don't wish you any disrespect, but this is really is torture for me." I told him. I had meant what I said. The only way I think I would ever get interested in playing such a game was if I had a kindred spirit to share it with, someone who understood me and made me enjoy the game and my victories as I won them.
Sensing my restlessness, my dad bought me a weight set to occupy my ever flowing mind and help me focus my energies elsewhere. I could tell that he was grateful for my newfound pasttime, and he took the time to praise my efforts. "It's really amazing how much progress you've made in your weight lifting. I almost don't recognize you anymore." he told me. It hadn't been my intention to build myself up so quickly when I had started working out, but I found doing it was like a release for the anxiety I felt most of the time when I was alone. I had not overdone it, thankfully, but it was noticeable to anyone who might hanve known me beforehand.
I walked downstairs to join my dad for dinner when he called me down in the middle of my studies. This was a rare occassion, my dad actually being home to cook a meal for the two of us. Usually I spent my evenings at home alone, studying and working out, and cooking meals just for myself. My solo meals were passable, but my dad's cooking was always a treat. He worked as a cook at the military base, and all his co-workers said his meals were better than the stuff they'd had at home. Tonight he had made a delicious smelling beef stroganoff, and I ate with him politely, resisting the urge to eat all my food at once and maybe some of his. "I'm so glad we're getting to spend some time together as a family, Kai. Are you nervous about your first day of high school?" he asks. "It'll probably be no different than any of the first days I've had at any of the other schools I went to." I complained. "I understand that it's frustrating for you to have to change schools so often, but we should be here for some time if that means anything. I do the best I can for us, Kai." my father says. "I know that." I tell him. "Let's not engage in such unpleasant conversation at the dinner table, okay? I'm just glad to be able to spend some time with you." he says. I nodded, agreeing completely. I was glad of that too, as wefinished our meal and spent the rest of the evening sitting in the living room, him watching television and me catching up on my reading. "Kai, look. They're mentioning Beyblade on the news." my dad said. "We're here reporting on a local Beyblade competition that was being held this weekend here in dowtown Tokyo. the national championships are a long ways away, yet some of the young Beybladers have already started their training at meets like these. These teenagers take this game very seriously and have high hopes to see another in their ranks become a legend like the current world champion, Back to you, Kenchi." the lady reporter said. "Beyblade." I snorted. "You really should be a competitor, Kai. You have a real talent for Beyblading." my father says. I stood then and walked away. "No thanks." I said. As I settled in for the night, I never thought anything would ever change my mind about Beyblade, but I was wrong...
When I woke up the next morning, my dad was already gone to work. He had left breakfast for me in the refrigerator with a note wishing me a good day at school. Sighing, I took a shower and proceeded to get dressed. So not to attract too much attention to myself, I dressed simply in a short sleeve black button down shirt, green camoflage pants and combat boots. (a/n: I just had to dress him, he's so cute!) I decided to walk to school, since it was within a walking distance. I took pleasure in feeling the cool morning breeze in my hair and let my mind roam for a moment. I started thinking about something my father had told me once when he had taught me about Beyblade. He said that every bitbeast that modern Beybladers used in combat were actually ancient beasts and elemental spirits that had existed many lifetimes ago. You could only control a creature's true power two ways- through connecting with them spirtually or through a method called the Mark of the Beast. Few Beybladers were ever marked by the creatures they owned; only those that were destined to be their masters recieved this honor. I myself had never met anyone who had been marked, but I always avoided the game whenever possible. I soon made it to school, and got my class schedule, taking the time to examine it in the courtyard before the schoolbell rang. "What's a cute boy like you doing covering himself up so much?" a voice asked me. I looked up to see whom had spoken to me, and was nearly floored when I saw her. She was my same height with a slender build, long flowing adburn hair and emerald green eyes. She wore a low cut white crochet top that showed off her youthful curves, short black denim skirt and black knee high boots. She had to be the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I was so awestruck by her that I couldn't find my voice for a second. "Who...who are you?" I finally stammered out. I had lost my chance. She was gone.