Beyblade: Triple Heart
By: ChocolateEclar
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of 'Beyblade,' which includes all teams and their bitbeasts, etc.
Claimer: I only own 'Triple Heart,' Palara, and Mr. and Mrs. McClane.
Chapter 3: The Fellowship of the Dish
"Ladies and gentlemen, the final match of this year's tournament is about to begin!" announced DJ Jazzman the following day. The fourth and fifth rounds had proved interesting, with Tasha and the mysterious Blaine winning their every battle. Now it was time to see if Triple Heart had what it takes to become a Bladebreaker.
"Alright, let's review the stats," said A.J. Topper. "Triple Heart and her bitbeast have been taking the tournament by surprise today, while her opponent, the returning champion, fights to keep his title. Both are well matched, their bitbeasts' power level are both very impressive.
"Right, A.J," added Brad Best. "Triple Heart's bitbeast has not participated so far in the competition while Blaine has been using his all along, to finish his opponents quickly."
"Looks like we will just have to wait and see who turns out to be the victor in this best two-out-of-three match!" said A.J. Topper.
"Time for Round One! Three…Two…One! Let it rip!" yelled DJ Jazzman.
Blaine and Triple Heart glanced at each other before launching their blades. "Ready, Pal, old buddy?" asked Tasha, her eyes fixated on the dish.
Palara nodded her speckled head and purred. A golden glow surrounded her as she bounded towards the dish. Right before she reached it there was a flash of blinding light, and suddenly Palara looked like any other bitbeast, roaring and shimmering over her master's blade.
Blaine, who looked to be a boy of about eighteen with gelled-back blonde hair, smirked and called upon the power of his own bitbeast. "Raffinil, 'Savage Nightmare' attack!" he bellowed.
The bitbeast appeared, above Blaine's crimson blade. It was in the form of a lion, its blazing golden mane framing its face. It roared and charged towards Palara and Tasha's pink beyblade. Palara stood still, hovering over the blade and keeping her eyes glued to her opponent.
"Palara, his attack is powerful! Counter it with, 'Dappled Reflection!' " shouted Triple Heart.
Palara nodded and her eyes began to glow red like they had the first day the Bladebreakers had met them. When Raffinil reached her, it was pushed backwards by a silvery, veil-like force field with golden speckles.
The audience gasped while the Bladebreakers eyes widened. "A force field?" muttered Max.
"Incredible," said Kenny. "Her expertise may not be defense but she still has a very good one!"
Back by the dish, Triple Heart grinned and said, "Now, Pal, attack with 'Jungle Fever!' "
Palara advanced forward again, this time trailing gold again. She drove into Raffinil, who growled and clamped his fangs into Palara's neck. Palara twisted in pain and screeched.
"Palara!" cried out Tasha, wincing as if she were in pain as well. It was too late though. Do to her blinding agony, Palara couldn't keep the blade spinning and it stopped.
"Round One goes to Blaine!" proclaimed DJ Jazzman.
Tasha, grimacing, reached down and picked up her blade and bitbeast. Palara had returned to normal again, losing her glow. "You okay, Pal?" she asked her partner.
Palara purred faintly and slowly jumped out of Tasha's arms. She 'reattached' herself to Triple Heart's beyblade and prepared to be launched again. "Ready?" Tasha asked. Palara nodded and Tasha got her launcher in position again.
"Bladers, ready for Round Two? Three…Two…ONE! Let it rip!!!" declared DJ Jazzman.
Palara and Raffinil were soon out on the dish again, ready for the rematch. Palara snarled and snapped her teeth at the larger feline and Raffinil roared again. "Palara, let's actually carry out 'Jungle Fever' this time!" yelled Tasha, her eyes narrowed at Blaine.
Both bitbeasts ran forward, their fur standing on end. Palara's eyes began to turn red once more, but this time Raffinil stopped in his tracks and began to sway where he hovered. Palara let out a thunder-like growl and, in his now seemingly weakened state, Raffinil couldn't defend himself properly. He was thrown backwards and straight out of the dish. As soon as the blade made contact with the floor, the bitbeast disappeared.
"The victor of Round Two is Triple Heart, bringing the score to a tie!" announced DJ Jazzman.
Tasha grinned at Palara. They stared at each other for a few more moments, as if they were silently communicating, before turning back to Blaine. The teenager was glaring at them fiercely as if they had done something terribly wrong.
Soon the beyblades were back out on the dish and the bladers were ready. "Tear that girl's blade apart, Raffinil!" screamed Blaine.
"Come on, Pal!" yelled Triple Heart.
The bitbeasts emerged and snarled at each other. Palara bounded forward and pounced on top of Raffinil's back. She crushed the larger feline under her paws, her claws digging into his back. Raffinil yowled and attempted to throw Palara off of him to no avail. Palara roared and whacked Raffinil on the back of his head. The lion bitbeast crashed into the dish, his head held down by the snow leopardess.
Soon Raffinil had vanished and Blaine's blade had ceased spinning. Palara stopped glittering and grabbed Tasha's pink blade with her teeth. She brought it over to Tasha, who picked it up and hooked it back to her belt. "Great job, Pal," she said happily. She bent down and lifted the mini leopard into her arms. Being smaller than an actual snow leopard, but bigger than a house cat made her rather difficult to carry, but Tasha managed it somewhat gauchely. Palara curled her tail around Tasha's waist and purred loudly.
Blaine glowered at Tasha and her strange bitbeast loathsomely. 'How could I have lost to her?' he asked himself as he grabbed his beyblade.
"And the World Single Player Champion is now Triple Heart!" shouted DJ Jazzman.
Suddenly, in fury, Blaine launched his beyblade once again, straight at Tasha's turned head. The crowd, which had erupted in cheers when Tasha had won, now abruptly silenced. Tasha didn't have time to react, her eyes elsewhere, but Palara did. The feline lifted two clawed paws and sliced the approaching blade in half. Blaine shrieked and Tasha gasped. She had had no idea she had been in danger of getting hit by anything and now cuddled her bitbeast appreciatively.
The bitbeast and Tasha turned to Blaine, both the pair of coffee colored eyes and the pair of cerulean ones narrowed. Palara snarled, the sound resonating across the stadium. Blaine, who was shaking a little, turned and fled the arena, never looking back. Soon the audience was chatting loudly once again, while the Bladebreakers walked to a backroom where Mr. Dickenson was waiting for his granddaughter.
After a few minutes Tasha and Palara entered. "So how'd I do, guys?" Tasha questioned, brushing a strand of white hair out of her face.
"Wonderfully, 'Tipsy,' " exclaimed Mr. Dickenson beaming.
"Yea, what was up with that Dappled Reflection attack though?" asked Tyson sitting in between Kenny and Max on a couch.
"It's a type of force field that Palara created herself," replied Tasha setting herself down on an armchair in front of the others. Palara curled up at her feet and closed her drooping eyes. Her breathing soon became heavier signaling she had fallen asleep.
"You did really well, Tasha," remarked Max, grinning as usual.
"Thanks."
"Can you explain to us how Palara can just walk around like she does?" Kenny inquired.
"Well," began Tasha cocking her head slightly. "I guess I should start out with how I met my unusual bitbeast. When I was eight years old I discovered a room in my grandfather's attic I had never seen before. I crept inside only to find one thing: a small chest. Inside, I found a tiny bitbeast chip, which I immediately attached to my blade. When I launched it, a bitbeast emerged. From the tiny inscription on the chip, I knew her name was Palara and I called out that name. Palara, who was glowing and hovering over my blade just like any other bitbeast, purred at me.
"One year later, at the British Tournament, everything changed. I was walking outside after I had finally been defeated when lightning colored the sky. Palara shot out of my beyblade and roared. Another lightning bolt could be seen in the sky and Palara grabbed onto my jacket and pulled me away from there. She wasn't fast enough though; we both were struck by lightning.
"The next thing I knew, I was waking up in an infirmary, Palara back in my beyblade. I couldn't go back to the tournament of course because of my injuries so when I could, which wasn't for several months I launched my blade right in my hospital room. Palara appeared above my beyblade just like always but when I called her back to me, she just stopped glowing and walked right up to me. I was totally amazed by this and leaned down and warily patted Palara's head. She was always by side after that. I just assumed it must have been the lightning bolt that did it and that's basically how it happened from an nine-year-old's point of view!" she concluded.
The Bladebreakers' eyes where wide as they listened to her story. "Wow," was all Tyson said.
"Cool!" exclaimed Max.
Rei nodded and Kai examined the sleeping Palara more scrutinizingly. "You mean to say, during a storm you found a bitbeast and when you both were struck by lightning, she became the way she is now?" the Chief asked.
"Yep, that's about it," answered Tasha smirking. The Bladebreakers' eyes enlarged even more.
"So, Bladebreakers, does Tasha have your approval?" inquired Mr. Dickenson after a few moments of silence.
Rei, Max, and Tyson nodded while Kenny said, "Indeed," and Kai replied, "Whatever."
"Just whatever, Kai?" asked Tasha teasingly causing Kai to eye her unemotionally. Tasha, her grin widening, said, "So am I an official member of the world champion team, the Bladebreakers?"
"Seems so," answered Tyson shrugging.
Tasha laughed gleefully and rubbed Palara's ears. "We did it, Pal," she muttered. Palara, who was still asleep, replied with a buoyant purr.
"It appears the four Bladebreaker boys and the Chief have become the four Bladebreaker boys, the Chief, and the Bladebreaker girl," stated Mr. Dickenson. And so it had.
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