Introduction to the story; like a background thing so you'll know what
happens later on.
I dun own anything, yadda yadda yadda.
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A rainy day in China, crystalline pools glitters the sky. Clouds dim, crowds rushing through the streets in crazy chatter, finding shelter.
From the large crowds, I ran; shoving my way around the groups of people, a beyblade close in hand. Another chased behind, not too far away; an adult, his voice rough, "Get back here!" He cried. I wanted to get away. I hated him. What did he want from me?
I ran farther, having nothing more than a trench coat to keep me warm; bare feet rushing across the sodden dirt road, hoping to find some place to hide.
People around wondered, it looked like; giving me strange glances. My vision was blurred from liquid drops that glazed my eyes. My feet guided me down this one alley, yet I could still hear the man's yelling close behind. With cat-like grace, I slipped between the two walls with ease, but suddenly my world came tumbling down. just like that.
My foot had slipped against the rock that was imbedded just at the end of the alley, sending my face hard against the street.
My left cheek grazed against the clear-coated dirt, and I saw a pool of ruby liquid that greeted my hands. Long raven tresses gathered around me, stringy and wet; like webs. Tears stung my eyes, now kneeling in the center of the village. I couldn't go anywhere now, my knee was badly scraped; where a trail of velvet wondered to my ankle. More blood.
The last thing I saw was the ground, and feeling his rough hand pinning my neck, "You'll never amount to anything..." were his last words to me.
Seven Years Later
The same streets, I'm walking through. Nothing at all here really changed.
Metallic blue eyes raised, I watched people striding across from shops to shops. Kids beyblading at nearby dishes, others buying Beyblades. They sure became popular; especially after those. Bladebreakers became 'famous'.
"Whatever."
'You'll never amount to anything.' These words still sting my head after all the years, and through these years I've wondered what he wanted from me.
With my hands in the same trenchcoat I've had for so many years, I pulled out an old busted beyblade; black with strange markings around the base, "He wanted my life." I said simply. Who was he? He was my step-dad. A bastard at that. I've always hated him.
He wanted my life, because I'm a girl. From the family he came from, girls were a disgrace; so he wanted to kill me since he'd be embarrassed to have a girl. He even killed my mom not too long after she had me.
I'll show him.
***
"We came from a proud heritage, worshipping the wolf. The wolf shows us the way, it'll help you figure out new challenges, and how to get over them.you must remember this Kay. Are you listening?" My step-dad would always say, lecturing me day by day.
"What about beyblading? Doesn't beyblading do the same thing? " I'd always ask; and the same thing always happens.
His hand comes charging down across my cheek, a red marking bruised my face.
***
The same thing would always happen.
'You'll never amount to anything..' He keeps saying, only because I was a girl. So I'd show him.
**
"Girls don't Beyblade! It's just not done; you were made to cook and clean! Boys are meant to Beyblade!" He'd always remind me, something I never want to hear again.
**
With a determined nod, I stuffed the trashed beyblade into my pocket; and whispered, "Kay Hirotoshi, you are going to that All Boys Tournament."
An All Boys Tournament and I'd be the first girl to come out the champion. But no one must know that I'm impersonating a boy. they can't.
The wind gentled, I felt my hair growing free; but it'd never be. with narrowed slits, I pulled out another beyblade from my other pocket; one in good condition with a well black coat with blue red designs circling the attack ring.
Just across the streets, I saw a few kids beyblading. This would be my chance, and eventually everyone would know.
A smirk caught my lips, and that was the beginning where I earned my reputation as The 'Shadow Wolf'.
~~~
My first time writing a BeyBlade Fic.
Please, R & R so I'll know whether to post up more of the story or not.
And fer those of you who dun know or totally understand, Kay's a girl whose gonna dress herself and go around being a guy; and enter into this Boys Tournament so she can prove to her step dad that girls can do anything guys can.yes, her step dad's still alive.
Blah blah blah, kind of a boring introduction but. it'll get better, I promise.
Also working on another Beyblade Fic, general or humor most likely.
I dun own anything, yadda yadda yadda.
~~~
A rainy day in China, crystalline pools glitters the sky. Clouds dim, crowds rushing through the streets in crazy chatter, finding shelter.
From the large crowds, I ran; shoving my way around the groups of people, a beyblade close in hand. Another chased behind, not too far away; an adult, his voice rough, "Get back here!" He cried. I wanted to get away. I hated him. What did he want from me?
I ran farther, having nothing more than a trench coat to keep me warm; bare feet rushing across the sodden dirt road, hoping to find some place to hide.
People around wondered, it looked like; giving me strange glances. My vision was blurred from liquid drops that glazed my eyes. My feet guided me down this one alley, yet I could still hear the man's yelling close behind. With cat-like grace, I slipped between the two walls with ease, but suddenly my world came tumbling down. just like that.
My foot had slipped against the rock that was imbedded just at the end of the alley, sending my face hard against the street.
My left cheek grazed against the clear-coated dirt, and I saw a pool of ruby liquid that greeted my hands. Long raven tresses gathered around me, stringy and wet; like webs. Tears stung my eyes, now kneeling in the center of the village. I couldn't go anywhere now, my knee was badly scraped; where a trail of velvet wondered to my ankle. More blood.
The last thing I saw was the ground, and feeling his rough hand pinning my neck, "You'll never amount to anything..." were his last words to me.
Seven Years Later
The same streets, I'm walking through. Nothing at all here really changed.
Metallic blue eyes raised, I watched people striding across from shops to shops. Kids beyblading at nearby dishes, others buying Beyblades. They sure became popular; especially after those. Bladebreakers became 'famous'.
"Whatever."
'You'll never amount to anything.' These words still sting my head after all the years, and through these years I've wondered what he wanted from me.
With my hands in the same trenchcoat I've had for so many years, I pulled out an old busted beyblade; black with strange markings around the base, "He wanted my life." I said simply. Who was he? He was my step-dad. A bastard at that. I've always hated him.
He wanted my life, because I'm a girl. From the family he came from, girls were a disgrace; so he wanted to kill me since he'd be embarrassed to have a girl. He even killed my mom not too long after she had me.
I'll show him.
***
"We came from a proud heritage, worshipping the wolf. The wolf shows us the way, it'll help you figure out new challenges, and how to get over them.you must remember this Kay. Are you listening?" My step-dad would always say, lecturing me day by day.
"What about beyblading? Doesn't beyblading do the same thing? " I'd always ask; and the same thing always happens.
His hand comes charging down across my cheek, a red marking bruised my face.
***
The same thing would always happen.
'You'll never amount to anything..' He keeps saying, only because I was a girl. So I'd show him.
**
"Girls don't Beyblade! It's just not done; you were made to cook and clean! Boys are meant to Beyblade!" He'd always remind me, something I never want to hear again.
**
With a determined nod, I stuffed the trashed beyblade into my pocket; and whispered, "Kay Hirotoshi, you are going to that All Boys Tournament."
An All Boys Tournament and I'd be the first girl to come out the champion. But no one must know that I'm impersonating a boy. they can't.
The wind gentled, I felt my hair growing free; but it'd never be. with narrowed slits, I pulled out another beyblade from my other pocket; one in good condition with a well black coat with blue red designs circling the attack ring.
Just across the streets, I saw a few kids beyblading. This would be my chance, and eventually everyone would know.
A smirk caught my lips, and that was the beginning where I earned my reputation as The 'Shadow Wolf'.
~~~
My first time writing a BeyBlade Fic.
Please, R & R so I'll know whether to post up more of the story or not.
And fer those of you who dun know or totally understand, Kay's a girl whose gonna dress herself and go around being a guy; and enter into this Boys Tournament so she can prove to her step dad that girls can do anything guys can.yes, her step dad's still alive.
Blah blah blah, kind of a boring introduction but. it'll get better, I promise.
Also working on another Beyblade Fic, general or humor most likely.