Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade the anime hit series, a Beyblade, nor do
I own any of the characters. I own Yuki and the sword.
Yuki's eyelids shuttered open as her room was filled with darkness instead of light. She slid her hand onto the floor and pushed herself up.
She was still in her room, laying on the futon with the same peach colored carpet and the same white walls and ceiling. Only now it was nighttime. Everything was darker. The corners of the room were hidden by the shadows and the only light came from a streetlight outside that showed through her window.
Yuki's first reaction to her awakening was that... all the pain was gone. Her back hadn't protested at all when she had sat up. So why had healed it so fast? Had it really been the sleep in her futon? Or...
That cat. The black glowing cat was gone. Yuki looked at her covers and found not even a small wet footprint could be seen.
FLASHBACK
Sitting on the windowsill, was a large black cat with glowing red eyes. The amazing thing about it was that it seemed to be glowing as well! At first it was outside, but then it walked through the glass of the window and it jumped onto the floor. Those red eyes looked sly and mischievous. The cat strolled across the floor and as soon as it was close enough to her futon, it leaped high into the air and landed in her lap, casting shadows over her blankets from the dark glow.
Yuki sat there with her eyes wide with half amazement, half shock. The cat purred softly and low in its throat as it began pawing at her hand. Yuki glanced down at her hand and decided to risk it. She lifted up her hand and touched the cat's head. For a second, Yuki almost thought she saw the cat smile. Because right after that second, the glowing cat seemed to be seeping in to her hand!
The glow of the cat outlined Yuki's whole body. The pupils in her eyes had disappeared and all that was left was a dark pink. Yuki couldn't breathe for a few seconds. She tried to take in the reseating air but it was leaving her, and fast. She choked. Her eyes were slowly closing. She could hear her own heartbeat now. She slowed down her lungs to let the oxygen come back in. She allowed the cool air to soothe her lungs and give back her life. Yuki closed her eyes, and her chin fell down to her neck as she passed out yet again.
END OF FLASHBACK
Yuki pulled the covers off of her legs and jumped up. She raced out of the room and down the hall. 'Where the heck are these people's bathroom?!' She thought in frustration as she began peering into rooms.
She found a third door and slowly slid it open. Yuki's eyes went wide at what she saw.
Tyson's grandfather was dressed in a training kimono with shadows cast over part of his tanned face, slightly emphasizing his cheekbones. His white hair was tied in a ponytail low at his neckline. A wooden dojo sword (I'm not sure what you call them) was firmly grasped in both of his hands and he held it in the middle of his waist. His eyes were closed, as he seemed to be meditating.
Suddenly, his eyes shot open and he first swung the dojo sword high above his head but still firmly grasped. Then, he stroked through the air with no sound except of the soft whir the sword had made in the air as it moved in motion with grace and speed.
As he did more moves, Yuki watched in amazement and awe. This man was an expert martial artist. He did moves that would make a police man scared. She watched closely at the footing he made and how he kept his balance.
After ten minutes, Tyson's grandfather stood straight up and placed his dojo sword against the wall. He walked over to the other side of them room and knelt down in front of something that Yuki's eyes couldn't catch sight of.
Tyson's grandfather seemed to be praying. During Yuki's sleep, her hearing must've increased because she caught every word of it.
"Mighty Dragoon, I am in need of your help. Or at least, a friend of mine's daughter is," Yuki's eyes went wide. "Her whole family is dead and I believe she has lost all will to life. Her soul is empty now. Please, help her regain the confidence she once had. She may not be in my family, but I am still willing to care for her as a granddaughter. Please help her," He finished off and stood up.
Yuki gulped and walked into the room. She glanced over to what he had been praying to and it looked like some kind of silvery-blue sword, slightly broken up. Tyson's grandfather looked over to her in surprise.
"You didn't-" Yuki cut him off.
"I did. And I apologize for my actions today. You took me in and were willing to treat me as your own. But I was too blind to see that. If you wouldn't mind, I would like to train under you and... be apart of your family," his eyes went wider. " I am the last of the Aisuru family. And now that I know I can't be reunited with my parents by death, I am willing to do what I can in this life. May I have a second chance?" Yuki thought it would be traditional to bow at a time like this. She clasped her hands together and placed them in the middle of her waist. She then bowed to Tyson's grandfather and he smiled at such a sight.
"Your father was right. You really are something else. And just in case something happened like this, he gave me something to hold onto," Tyson's grandfather walked over to the side of the room as Yuki stood back up. He slid open a door revealing a wooden closet. But inside was the real treasure.
Similar to the silvery-blue sword, there was a dark blade that gleamed in the moonlight. Unlike the dragoon sword, which was battered over the years, this sword looked new. And on the blade there was a design. It was a Chinese drawing of a panther. The whole body was near the tip, but the tail swirled and traced down to the bottom.
"Your father called this the 'Blade of Darkness'. In your family's legend, a dark sorcerer had created a blade with the design of a Black Panther. It was told that the blade held the spirit of goddess who took the form of a panther when she fought her enemies. The sorcerer encased the sword with a talisman of binding so only a person with enough power could unlock the goddess," Tyson's grandfather picked up the sword by the hilt in one hand and used his free hand to keep support of the tip. "He believed you would be able to wield such a blade passed down through your ancestors. Unfortunately," Yuki looked up to see dismay in his eyes. "I don't know what kind of martial arts your father took. I-"
"Is martial arts the only way to unlock the goddess?" Yuki asked. Tyson's grandfather looked taken aback.
"I'm not really sure. Your father didn't really believe in such a legend but he did take in consideration that there was something about it. He knew it would be you who would find out because..." he trailed off in thought.
"Because of what?" Asked Yuki earnestly. Tyson's grandfather sighed.
"Well,"
NOT REALLY A FLASHBACK BUT A KIND OF THING THAT HAPPENED BEFORE
A man with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail in his late twenties walked down a hall similar to Tyson's house.
'He was walking down the hall one day and when he saw you with the blade,'
The man peered into a room beside him and inside sat a young girl no older then eight in front of the Blade of Darkness. The pupils in her eyes were gone and all that was left was a dark pink. She had long orange hair and part of her bangs slightly covered one of her eyes. She was gazing at the tip where the panther was drawn. The Blade of Darkness itself seemed to be giving off a dark aura.
'The blade seemed to glow when you were near it and you seemed to go into some kind of trance,'
The man ran over to the young girl and shook her shoulders a little. The girl's eyes went back to normal with large black pupils and the blade had stopped glowing.
"Daddy, Daddy! I had a dream where this pwetty lady turned into a cat like the one on the sword!" said the girl in excitement. The man, obviously the girl's father stared at her for a few moments and then to the blade.
END OF THE THING THAT HAPPENED BEFORE
Tyson's grandfather placed the blade in Yuki's hands and led her out of the room.
"If what he said is true, then I think it would be best to put this somewhere you can meditate in peace,"
Yuki slipped back into her bed and shifted over to the side. She smiled as she pulled the covers up to her chest and gazed over to her desk. On top of it was the blade, resting a pile of silk shawls and cloths. Yuki closed her eyes and purred her way into a deep sleep.
Yuki's eyelids shuttered open as her room was filled with darkness instead of light. She slid her hand onto the floor and pushed herself up.
She was still in her room, laying on the futon with the same peach colored carpet and the same white walls and ceiling. Only now it was nighttime. Everything was darker. The corners of the room were hidden by the shadows and the only light came from a streetlight outside that showed through her window.
Yuki's first reaction to her awakening was that... all the pain was gone. Her back hadn't protested at all when she had sat up. So why had healed it so fast? Had it really been the sleep in her futon? Or...
That cat. The black glowing cat was gone. Yuki looked at her covers and found not even a small wet footprint could be seen.
FLASHBACK
Sitting on the windowsill, was a large black cat with glowing red eyes. The amazing thing about it was that it seemed to be glowing as well! At first it was outside, but then it walked through the glass of the window and it jumped onto the floor. Those red eyes looked sly and mischievous. The cat strolled across the floor and as soon as it was close enough to her futon, it leaped high into the air and landed in her lap, casting shadows over her blankets from the dark glow.
Yuki sat there with her eyes wide with half amazement, half shock. The cat purred softly and low in its throat as it began pawing at her hand. Yuki glanced down at her hand and decided to risk it. She lifted up her hand and touched the cat's head. For a second, Yuki almost thought she saw the cat smile. Because right after that second, the glowing cat seemed to be seeping in to her hand!
The glow of the cat outlined Yuki's whole body. The pupils in her eyes had disappeared and all that was left was a dark pink. Yuki couldn't breathe for a few seconds. She tried to take in the reseating air but it was leaving her, and fast. She choked. Her eyes were slowly closing. She could hear her own heartbeat now. She slowed down her lungs to let the oxygen come back in. She allowed the cool air to soothe her lungs and give back her life. Yuki closed her eyes, and her chin fell down to her neck as she passed out yet again.
END OF FLASHBACK
Yuki pulled the covers off of her legs and jumped up. She raced out of the room and down the hall. 'Where the heck are these people's bathroom?!' She thought in frustration as she began peering into rooms.
She found a third door and slowly slid it open. Yuki's eyes went wide at what she saw.
Tyson's grandfather was dressed in a training kimono with shadows cast over part of his tanned face, slightly emphasizing his cheekbones. His white hair was tied in a ponytail low at his neckline. A wooden dojo sword (I'm not sure what you call them) was firmly grasped in both of his hands and he held it in the middle of his waist. His eyes were closed, as he seemed to be meditating.
Suddenly, his eyes shot open and he first swung the dojo sword high above his head but still firmly grasped. Then, he stroked through the air with no sound except of the soft whir the sword had made in the air as it moved in motion with grace and speed.
As he did more moves, Yuki watched in amazement and awe. This man was an expert martial artist. He did moves that would make a police man scared. She watched closely at the footing he made and how he kept his balance.
After ten minutes, Tyson's grandfather stood straight up and placed his dojo sword against the wall. He walked over to the other side of them room and knelt down in front of something that Yuki's eyes couldn't catch sight of.
Tyson's grandfather seemed to be praying. During Yuki's sleep, her hearing must've increased because she caught every word of it.
"Mighty Dragoon, I am in need of your help. Or at least, a friend of mine's daughter is," Yuki's eyes went wide. "Her whole family is dead and I believe she has lost all will to life. Her soul is empty now. Please, help her regain the confidence she once had. She may not be in my family, but I am still willing to care for her as a granddaughter. Please help her," He finished off and stood up.
Yuki gulped and walked into the room. She glanced over to what he had been praying to and it looked like some kind of silvery-blue sword, slightly broken up. Tyson's grandfather looked over to her in surprise.
"You didn't-" Yuki cut him off.
"I did. And I apologize for my actions today. You took me in and were willing to treat me as your own. But I was too blind to see that. If you wouldn't mind, I would like to train under you and... be apart of your family," his eyes went wider. " I am the last of the Aisuru family. And now that I know I can't be reunited with my parents by death, I am willing to do what I can in this life. May I have a second chance?" Yuki thought it would be traditional to bow at a time like this. She clasped her hands together and placed them in the middle of her waist. She then bowed to Tyson's grandfather and he smiled at such a sight.
"Your father was right. You really are something else. And just in case something happened like this, he gave me something to hold onto," Tyson's grandfather walked over to the side of the room as Yuki stood back up. He slid open a door revealing a wooden closet. But inside was the real treasure.
Similar to the silvery-blue sword, there was a dark blade that gleamed in the moonlight. Unlike the dragoon sword, which was battered over the years, this sword looked new. And on the blade there was a design. It was a Chinese drawing of a panther. The whole body was near the tip, but the tail swirled and traced down to the bottom.
"Your father called this the 'Blade of Darkness'. In your family's legend, a dark sorcerer had created a blade with the design of a Black Panther. It was told that the blade held the spirit of goddess who took the form of a panther when she fought her enemies. The sorcerer encased the sword with a talisman of binding so only a person with enough power could unlock the goddess," Tyson's grandfather picked up the sword by the hilt in one hand and used his free hand to keep support of the tip. "He believed you would be able to wield such a blade passed down through your ancestors. Unfortunately," Yuki looked up to see dismay in his eyes. "I don't know what kind of martial arts your father took. I-"
"Is martial arts the only way to unlock the goddess?" Yuki asked. Tyson's grandfather looked taken aback.
"I'm not really sure. Your father didn't really believe in such a legend but he did take in consideration that there was something about it. He knew it would be you who would find out because..." he trailed off in thought.
"Because of what?" Asked Yuki earnestly. Tyson's grandfather sighed.
"Well,"
NOT REALLY A FLASHBACK BUT A KIND OF THING THAT HAPPENED BEFORE
A man with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail in his late twenties walked down a hall similar to Tyson's house.
'He was walking down the hall one day and when he saw you with the blade,'
The man peered into a room beside him and inside sat a young girl no older then eight in front of the Blade of Darkness. The pupils in her eyes were gone and all that was left was a dark pink. She had long orange hair and part of her bangs slightly covered one of her eyes. She was gazing at the tip where the panther was drawn. The Blade of Darkness itself seemed to be giving off a dark aura.
'The blade seemed to glow when you were near it and you seemed to go into some kind of trance,'
The man ran over to the young girl and shook her shoulders a little. The girl's eyes went back to normal with large black pupils and the blade had stopped glowing.
"Daddy, Daddy! I had a dream where this pwetty lady turned into a cat like the one on the sword!" said the girl in excitement. The man, obviously the girl's father stared at her for a few moments and then to the blade.
END OF THE THING THAT HAPPENED BEFORE
Tyson's grandfather placed the blade in Yuki's hands and led her out of the room.
"If what he said is true, then I think it would be best to put this somewhere you can meditate in peace,"
Yuki slipped back into her bed and shifted over to the side. She smiled as she pulled the covers up to her chest and gazed over to her desk. On top of it was the blade, resting a pile of silk shawls and cloths. Yuki closed her eyes and purred her way into a deep sleep.