This is my first Fanfic based on Beyblades. The main focus will be on two
characters I made-up. The original characters (Tyson, Max, Kenny, Kai and
Ray) will make appearances.
By The Way, I have NOT seen the Beyblade TV show yet, so don't be surprised if anything seems a bit off. (such as character attitudes, or how battles are fought)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Beyblades or it's characters. I only own the idea for this fic and any made-up characters I decide to add.
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CHAPTER 1- Breaking the Cycle
Same time, same place. Two figures face each other in another match to decide who is the better Beyblader. One was like ice; he gave no expressions of what he's feeling or thinking. He was calm, smooth, and silent, like ice. The other, was the complete opposite. She was like fire, she was active, aggressive, and violent. Like a wildfire. Both were possessors of the Hidden Spirit blade tops. Tops that were thought to have never existed. However, both of these rivals were owners to one. And even stranger still was the fact that they were both the exact same top, except for the color and the names of the tops. His Beyblade was white, blue and yellow. Like Ice. Hers was black, red and silver. Like burning coal.
"Shall we start?"
The boy asked, rather coldly and without emotions... as always
"Yes! And let's hope one of us wins this time!"
She replied, hinting to the fact that when these two battle, the end result is always the same: A tie.
Both positioned their Beyblades and launchers over the stadium and waited. In perfect unison, they counted down.
"Three... Two... One... LET IT RIP!"
And the two Beyblades were released. The tops spun in the Beystadium in a fighting dance that the two have seen so many times. The white top would clash with the black, and vise-versa. Neither got the advantage. They were both equal. The boy, named Andir, crosses his arms and stands, as though falling asleep on his feet. This was how he always was during a match, concentrating in his mind to stay calm. Amber, the girl, was as hyper as always, chanting at her Beyblade to win. She was edgy when she battles. But still the Beyblades did the same thing, they both stopped spinning and fell to their sides in complete unison. 'Poetry in motion' many would call it, but not to Amber, who was sick of the same result as well as Andir.
"RGGG!! Another Tie! I'm so damn sick of this!"
"Calm your fury Amber. One of us will win someday."
"How can you be so flippin' calm about this!? This must've been the 100th tie we've had!"
"104th to be correct."
"RRRGGG!!!"
Amber growled as she grabbed her Beyblade from the stadium. Kicking a nearby dumpster, she groans.
"I don't care if it's my Zinrai or your Hayate that wins Andir! I'm just tired of us being equally matched."
Without another word, she begins her walk home, leaving Andir to himself and his Beyblade.
Andir put his Beyblade into his pocket and carried his Beystadium under his arm as he made his own way home. He lived only with his mother in a small apartment downtown. Many would think it's sad for him to still be living with his father at his age, but Andir had nowhere else to go. Besides, his father needed his help from time to time. But that wasn't what Andir thought about. All he could think of recently was how he could train himself so that when he and Amber have another match, it wouldn't end in a tie.
As he crossed a street, and continued passed several stores some time later, he didn't hear the voice calling out to him. Until a younger boy ran in front of him and stopped.
"Hey you!"
He said to Andir. Andir only stopped and looked at the boy with his emotionless face.
"Yes?"
"I see you holding a Beystadium! You have a Beyblade too?"
"I might. What do you want?"
"A challenge!"
The boy said, holding his own Beyblade out in front of him. Andir could see it was a Spark Knight Beyblade, he would've laughed; if he cared.
"I challenge you to a Beyblade match."
Andir chuckled under his throat.
"You're foolish. Challenge someone who won't humiliate you."
"Are you making fun of me?"
"Not at all. Just stating a fact."
As Andir attempted to walk by, the boy grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.
"Hold on there! I'm challenging you! Get your Beyblade ready and let it rip!"
Andir grabbed the boy's wrist and twisted it free. Without a word, he continued walking.
"Oh I get it! You're afraid! You know you'll lose to me, so now you're running."
That got Andirs attention. He stopped yet again and half-turned to face the boy.
"Boy. It is reckless to rush into battle. If this meant life and death, you'd be dead. Don't be so hasty."
"To hell with that! Are you going to face me or what?"
Andir said nothing.
"How about this then. It'll get your attention. How about a bet? The winner takes home the loser's Beyblade for keeps."
Andirs eyes tightened.
"Come on. You can't resist such an offer."
"Fine."
Andir replied as he puts the Beystadium down on the sidewalk.
"I agree to your terms. Just don't think you can go back on it."
"Oh don't worry. I'm not an amateur to loose so easily."
"Neither am I."
Both Andir and the child held their Beyblades and launchers ready.
"Three... Two... One... LET IT RIP!!"
Both Beyblades spun and landed in the arena. The moment his top touched the stadium, Andir stood, crossed his arms and lowered his head again in the stance he took when his Beyblade battles. The two tops bounced off each other as they danced within the arena. A full twenty seconds later, the white Beyblade struck the Spark Knight with such a force, the top was practically thrown from the stadium. The orange Beyblade came to rest against a store nearby as it's owner looks at it in disbelief.
"I've won."
Andir said coldly as he picked up his Beyblade before it stopped spinning. The other boy could only stare at his Beyblade with his mouth open. Never before had he seen a battle go so fast. In defeat, he lowers his head.
"I... can't believe it..."
"I've warned you. But you did not heed. And your mistake has cost you."
As Andirs hand picks up the orange Beyblade from the sidewalk, he turns back to the boy, who only sat there, crying. The boy didn't try to ask Andir not to take his Beyblade, and the lack of such a reaction made him curious. He glanced at the Beyblade in his hand, then back to the boy. Andir walks to the boy and holds the Spark Knight to him.
"It was not a fair match anyway. Take your top and go home."
The boy looked at Andir
"But... We agreed..."
"I have no need to take someone's Beyblade if I could just buy one myself. Now take it and go."
Without a word, the boy snatched his top from Andirs hand and ran off down the street. Andir watched him go before something else caught his eye. A flyer in a store window that announced an upcoming Beyblade tournament. Perhaps that's just what he needs to overcome the problem he and Amber have been having.
"I may be able to meet the Bladebreakers in this event."
He smiled.
TO BE CONTINUED
Well? What did you think? Questions? Comments? Please remember that this is my first Beyblade based Fic and that I haven't seen the show yet so I'm not quite sure how matches are fought. Please give me some info in a review please.
Until Next Time ^_^
Theo~
By The Way, I have NOT seen the Beyblade TV show yet, so don't be surprised if anything seems a bit off. (such as character attitudes, or how battles are fought)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Beyblades or it's characters. I only own the idea for this fic and any made-up characters I decide to add.
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CHAPTER 1- Breaking the Cycle
Same time, same place. Two figures face each other in another match to decide who is the better Beyblader. One was like ice; he gave no expressions of what he's feeling or thinking. He was calm, smooth, and silent, like ice. The other, was the complete opposite. She was like fire, she was active, aggressive, and violent. Like a wildfire. Both were possessors of the Hidden Spirit blade tops. Tops that were thought to have never existed. However, both of these rivals were owners to one. And even stranger still was the fact that they were both the exact same top, except for the color and the names of the tops. His Beyblade was white, blue and yellow. Like Ice. Hers was black, red and silver. Like burning coal.
"Shall we start?"
The boy asked, rather coldly and without emotions... as always
"Yes! And let's hope one of us wins this time!"
She replied, hinting to the fact that when these two battle, the end result is always the same: A tie.
Both positioned their Beyblades and launchers over the stadium and waited. In perfect unison, they counted down.
"Three... Two... One... LET IT RIP!"
And the two Beyblades were released. The tops spun in the Beystadium in a fighting dance that the two have seen so many times. The white top would clash with the black, and vise-versa. Neither got the advantage. They were both equal. The boy, named Andir, crosses his arms and stands, as though falling asleep on his feet. This was how he always was during a match, concentrating in his mind to stay calm. Amber, the girl, was as hyper as always, chanting at her Beyblade to win. She was edgy when she battles. But still the Beyblades did the same thing, they both stopped spinning and fell to their sides in complete unison. 'Poetry in motion' many would call it, but not to Amber, who was sick of the same result as well as Andir.
"RGGG!! Another Tie! I'm so damn sick of this!"
"Calm your fury Amber. One of us will win someday."
"How can you be so flippin' calm about this!? This must've been the 100th tie we've had!"
"104th to be correct."
"RRRGGG!!!"
Amber growled as she grabbed her Beyblade from the stadium. Kicking a nearby dumpster, she groans.
"I don't care if it's my Zinrai or your Hayate that wins Andir! I'm just tired of us being equally matched."
Without another word, she begins her walk home, leaving Andir to himself and his Beyblade.
Andir put his Beyblade into his pocket and carried his Beystadium under his arm as he made his own way home. He lived only with his mother in a small apartment downtown. Many would think it's sad for him to still be living with his father at his age, but Andir had nowhere else to go. Besides, his father needed his help from time to time. But that wasn't what Andir thought about. All he could think of recently was how he could train himself so that when he and Amber have another match, it wouldn't end in a tie.
As he crossed a street, and continued passed several stores some time later, he didn't hear the voice calling out to him. Until a younger boy ran in front of him and stopped.
"Hey you!"
He said to Andir. Andir only stopped and looked at the boy with his emotionless face.
"Yes?"
"I see you holding a Beystadium! You have a Beyblade too?"
"I might. What do you want?"
"A challenge!"
The boy said, holding his own Beyblade out in front of him. Andir could see it was a Spark Knight Beyblade, he would've laughed; if he cared.
"I challenge you to a Beyblade match."
Andir chuckled under his throat.
"You're foolish. Challenge someone who won't humiliate you."
"Are you making fun of me?"
"Not at all. Just stating a fact."
As Andir attempted to walk by, the boy grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.
"Hold on there! I'm challenging you! Get your Beyblade ready and let it rip!"
Andir grabbed the boy's wrist and twisted it free. Without a word, he continued walking.
"Oh I get it! You're afraid! You know you'll lose to me, so now you're running."
That got Andirs attention. He stopped yet again and half-turned to face the boy.
"Boy. It is reckless to rush into battle. If this meant life and death, you'd be dead. Don't be so hasty."
"To hell with that! Are you going to face me or what?"
Andir said nothing.
"How about this then. It'll get your attention. How about a bet? The winner takes home the loser's Beyblade for keeps."
Andirs eyes tightened.
"Come on. You can't resist such an offer."
"Fine."
Andir replied as he puts the Beystadium down on the sidewalk.
"I agree to your terms. Just don't think you can go back on it."
"Oh don't worry. I'm not an amateur to loose so easily."
"Neither am I."
Both Andir and the child held their Beyblades and launchers ready.
"Three... Two... One... LET IT RIP!!"
Both Beyblades spun and landed in the arena. The moment his top touched the stadium, Andir stood, crossed his arms and lowered his head again in the stance he took when his Beyblade battles. The two tops bounced off each other as they danced within the arena. A full twenty seconds later, the white Beyblade struck the Spark Knight with such a force, the top was practically thrown from the stadium. The orange Beyblade came to rest against a store nearby as it's owner looks at it in disbelief.
"I've won."
Andir said coldly as he picked up his Beyblade before it stopped spinning. The other boy could only stare at his Beyblade with his mouth open. Never before had he seen a battle go so fast. In defeat, he lowers his head.
"I... can't believe it..."
"I've warned you. But you did not heed. And your mistake has cost you."
As Andirs hand picks up the orange Beyblade from the sidewalk, he turns back to the boy, who only sat there, crying. The boy didn't try to ask Andir not to take his Beyblade, and the lack of such a reaction made him curious. He glanced at the Beyblade in his hand, then back to the boy. Andir walks to the boy and holds the Spark Knight to him.
"It was not a fair match anyway. Take your top and go home."
The boy looked at Andir
"But... We agreed..."
"I have no need to take someone's Beyblade if I could just buy one myself. Now take it and go."
Without a word, the boy snatched his top from Andirs hand and ran off down the street. Andir watched him go before something else caught his eye. A flyer in a store window that announced an upcoming Beyblade tournament. Perhaps that's just what he needs to overcome the problem he and Amber have been having.
"I may be able to meet the Bladebreakers in this event."
He smiled.
TO BE CONTINUED
Well? What did you think? Questions? Comments? Please remember that this is my first Beyblade based Fic and that I haven't seen the show yet so I'm not quite sure how matches are fought. Please give me some info in a review please.
Until Next Time ^_^
Theo~