(A/N: Sorry that it's a short chapter, this is my first story, anyways I
hope you do like my story, and yes the title gives off a heavy hinting of
the couple if you think of it, so enjoy.)
Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade or any of it's characters.
Tyson, a boy of age 14 had entered the house taking his shoes off at the steps and running upstairs to his room, plopping himself down onto his bed thinking of today's events, he had been sulking over a lost of a beyblading match. Tyson hadn't been acting himself lately. He became very frustrated with himself for the last week or so. He hasn't been able to think straight and eat like usual, he can't even keep his mind in one area anymore, and with this lost it ads more pressure to him.
~Flashback~
Tyson was walking down the street and cutting through an alleyway getting home after a meeting and argument with the gang.
"Why do they always do that, I mean, I am one of the worlds top beyblader and all, but they think I can't handle any of this stuff saying I'm still an amateur and need to work and that I need more concentration, but they don't see how far I've gotten. Man this bites, they all think something's gone wrong with me, but there isn't.Ahhh!" He yelps at the beyblade at front of him.
"I challenge you to a beyblading match Tyson." The figure stated standing there in the shadows.
The challenger wore a navy blue bandana and scarf around his mouth, a rolled up and un-button satin long sleeved shirt, underneath was a white t- shirt, and he had purple-blue shorts.
"Huh, sure but you'll be sorry you challenged me, um, you got a name?" He asked.
"My name doesn't need to be known, so you can just call me Boss." Plastering on grin.
"I ain't gonna call ya Boss, let's just battle and get this over with okay, cuz I really got to be going." He snapped.
"Boss" Throwing the small stadium dish for the battle, Tyson was beginning to think he shouldn't have done this.
"I'm getting a feeling that you'll regret this." Boss confirmed.
"Oh yeah, we'll just have to see about that." He snapped back.
"Fine by me, don't listen to what I say." Boss calmly, getting in to position.
"Ready. Set. " Tyson paused, then both Boss' and Tyson's voice mixed. "Let it Rip."
The beyblades swoop down into the little based stadium and crashed, sparks were flying at each other, suddenly Boss' blade hit Tyson's to the curve of the stadium it was at the tip of the edge spinning.
"Come on Dragoon, you can do this lean down back into the stadium." He powered his voice at the bit.
"Time to finish it." Boss' beyblade hit Tyson's over the tip of the edge. "Sorry that you lost Tyson. Next time study your opponent in a match, that way you at least come up with a strategy, then just fighting head on with no clue at all." And with that he disappeared into the shadows.
"Oh great I lost, life couldn't be anymore worse to me." Walking home bitterly, unknown still watched.
~End of Flashback~
"I should just give up, I've had to many losses and with the way I am, I don't know if I should beyblade anymore, I maybe one day come back to it in a big explosion after these teen stuff pass away, wish I didn't have to go through this." Tyson spoke out loud looking at the ceiling and four walls of his room he knew so well.
(A/N: Did you like it for the first part, I hope you did, you'll be seeing more of that mysterious guy in later chapters, you'll see who he is soon enough. Most of you people know, but please don't tell anyone yet. Anyways please review it.)
Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade or any of it's characters.
Tyson, a boy of age 14 had entered the house taking his shoes off at the steps and running upstairs to his room, plopping himself down onto his bed thinking of today's events, he had been sulking over a lost of a beyblading match. Tyson hadn't been acting himself lately. He became very frustrated with himself for the last week or so. He hasn't been able to think straight and eat like usual, he can't even keep his mind in one area anymore, and with this lost it ads more pressure to him.
~Flashback~
Tyson was walking down the street and cutting through an alleyway getting home after a meeting and argument with the gang.
"Why do they always do that, I mean, I am one of the worlds top beyblader and all, but they think I can't handle any of this stuff saying I'm still an amateur and need to work and that I need more concentration, but they don't see how far I've gotten. Man this bites, they all think something's gone wrong with me, but there isn't.Ahhh!" He yelps at the beyblade at front of him.
"I challenge you to a beyblading match Tyson." The figure stated standing there in the shadows.
The challenger wore a navy blue bandana and scarf around his mouth, a rolled up and un-button satin long sleeved shirt, underneath was a white t- shirt, and he had purple-blue shorts.
"Huh, sure but you'll be sorry you challenged me, um, you got a name?" He asked.
"My name doesn't need to be known, so you can just call me Boss." Plastering on grin.
"I ain't gonna call ya Boss, let's just battle and get this over with okay, cuz I really got to be going." He snapped.
"Boss" Throwing the small stadium dish for the battle, Tyson was beginning to think he shouldn't have done this.
"I'm getting a feeling that you'll regret this." Boss confirmed.
"Oh yeah, we'll just have to see about that." He snapped back.
"Fine by me, don't listen to what I say." Boss calmly, getting in to position.
"Ready. Set. " Tyson paused, then both Boss' and Tyson's voice mixed. "Let it Rip."
The beyblades swoop down into the little based stadium and crashed, sparks were flying at each other, suddenly Boss' blade hit Tyson's to the curve of the stadium it was at the tip of the edge spinning.
"Come on Dragoon, you can do this lean down back into the stadium." He powered his voice at the bit.
"Time to finish it." Boss' beyblade hit Tyson's over the tip of the edge. "Sorry that you lost Tyson. Next time study your opponent in a match, that way you at least come up with a strategy, then just fighting head on with no clue at all." And with that he disappeared into the shadows.
"Oh great I lost, life couldn't be anymore worse to me." Walking home bitterly, unknown still watched.
~End of Flashback~
"I should just give up, I've had to many losses and with the way I am, I don't know if I should beyblade anymore, I maybe one day come back to it in a big explosion after these teen stuff pass away, wish I didn't have to go through this." Tyson spoke out loud looking at the ceiling and four walls of his room he knew so well.
(A/N: Did you like it for the first part, I hope you did, you'll be seeing more of that mysterious guy in later chapters, you'll see who he is soon enough. Most of you people know, but please don't tell anyone yet. Anyways please review it.)