Keira: i do NOT own Beylade or any of its characters.
Chapter 1: America
Nothing could compare to Los Angeles, out of all my travels i had never seen a place like this one. France, Spain, and all those other places, none compared. it was warm. first off. I needed a new set of clothes so i found some Camoflauge stuff. I got a bag and put my old clothes at the bottom of it, and Dranzer, it almost looked like the bit beast was crying at being put away. It went to break my heart but it was for the best. If i beybattled now i would only be doing it halfheartedly and that would hurt more then just putting him away. I closed him around my clothes, then hid the bag in a place i knew no one would find it. I wrote down stuff like a riddle so i would remember for sure. I wasn't a world championship beyblader anymore i was just some person people would run into on the street. More specifically Matt. It got dark and i had the surprise of my life, the people did not all go into their houses instead everyone seemed to go other places. There was loud music where i just happened to be. I wondered why people didn't complain about it, but i ended that thought and went in. People were dancing everywhere, people were drinking. I felt myself getting pushed close to what looked like a stage. People were dancing and the music was nothing like i had heard before. I turned to walk back out but before i had the chance someone pushed me really hard into other people. One of those people i had the impression was a top guy here. He went to punch me in the face, but i moved my head sideways and he missed. Drunk i thought but i couldn't smell alcohol on him. He did an uppercut and got me in the jaw then hit be in the stomach. This worked and i doubled over. Then the rest of the people pushed me over.
"they will just let anyonw in these days. But we're gonna fix that aren't we? get him out of here, he's beat. if he can't fight he dont belong in this area of town." The cocky guy said. I simply hadn't fought back but that time was over. The one thing i still had that couldn't be taken away was all those years of training. I kicked a leg out knocked him over onto the floor. I got up in one quick movement ready for more.
"oh, now you wanna try your luck fighting me. You know i am the best fighter here with good reason." the other guy said.
"you may have the brawn but you dont got the brains." i said. making him so mad it seemed he would explode. He came at me but i simply sidestepped, kicking him in the back sending him flying into the other side of the crowd. He gasped for air. You dont walk the streets of moscow at night without being lethal it seems like it was that situation here. "Had enough yet?" He looked at me. and i knew that look, i had seen it on that football player on the all-starz. not the sharpest tool in the shed. What was his name, i thought. Out of the corner of my eye i saw a fist come at me. I stood there letting him hit me, bad move he picked the arm i had broken bringing back too many memories. I fell to the ground, no will in me to continue the fight. My arm had been re-broken i could feel it. The world blacked out as i got hit again. I had an un-welcome walk down memory lane. Fighting Derik, seeing him lying there, my arm broken and tore up. Galux coming at me, I jumped in my dream and i guess i did in rela life too when i hit the floor.
"reliving the fight?" someone asked me. "go get Dan. he's awake." i landed on my broken arm. to find that someone had bandaged it. A couple minutes passed, then a couple more. it seemed like an eternity, like when i broke into the abbey. I put my arm over my eyes trying to block out the memory.
"hey hey hey, your not going anywhere. the guy said putting me in a sitting position." i just looked at him. Too helpless to do much else. hunted, haunted, tortured. He had no idea. I hung my head, not in shame though. just exhausted. I went to get up but pain shot through my arm forcing me to sit back down again.
"So, your awake." a guy who i assumed was Dan said to me. I nodded. "I am Dan. What on earth made you think you could take me on?" My eyes blazed red, like the pheonix i had had to hide. I lowered my head. He took a hand and looked at my eyes, staring defiantly at him, still not giving in even when i was beat, badly. "not the talkative type are we? well your eyes say all i need to know." i stared at him questioningly at him. Did he figure out who i was? He couldn't have! not just from that fight last night. "There is something different about you, something that doesn't give up. Which you dont see around here very often. whats your name?" he said.
"Matt" i pretty much whispered.
"well Matt. You get to stay here till you tell us just what is so different about you." Dan said. "Ty, keep an eye on him." i looked at the boy. He was about my age. give or take a year.
Chapter 1: America
Nothing could compare to Los Angeles, out of all my travels i had never seen a place like this one. France, Spain, and all those other places, none compared. it was warm. first off. I needed a new set of clothes so i found some Camoflauge stuff. I got a bag and put my old clothes at the bottom of it, and Dranzer, it almost looked like the bit beast was crying at being put away. It went to break my heart but it was for the best. If i beybattled now i would only be doing it halfheartedly and that would hurt more then just putting him away. I closed him around my clothes, then hid the bag in a place i knew no one would find it. I wrote down stuff like a riddle so i would remember for sure. I wasn't a world championship beyblader anymore i was just some person people would run into on the street. More specifically Matt. It got dark and i had the surprise of my life, the people did not all go into their houses instead everyone seemed to go other places. There was loud music where i just happened to be. I wondered why people didn't complain about it, but i ended that thought and went in. People were dancing everywhere, people were drinking. I felt myself getting pushed close to what looked like a stage. People were dancing and the music was nothing like i had heard before. I turned to walk back out but before i had the chance someone pushed me really hard into other people. One of those people i had the impression was a top guy here. He went to punch me in the face, but i moved my head sideways and he missed. Drunk i thought but i couldn't smell alcohol on him. He did an uppercut and got me in the jaw then hit be in the stomach. This worked and i doubled over. Then the rest of the people pushed me over.
"they will just let anyonw in these days. But we're gonna fix that aren't we? get him out of here, he's beat. if he can't fight he dont belong in this area of town." The cocky guy said. I simply hadn't fought back but that time was over. The one thing i still had that couldn't be taken away was all those years of training. I kicked a leg out knocked him over onto the floor. I got up in one quick movement ready for more.
"oh, now you wanna try your luck fighting me. You know i am the best fighter here with good reason." the other guy said.
"you may have the brawn but you dont got the brains." i said. making him so mad it seemed he would explode. He came at me but i simply sidestepped, kicking him in the back sending him flying into the other side of the crowd. He gasped for air. You dont walk the streets of moscow at night without being lethal it seems like it was that situation here. "Had enough yet?" He looked at me. and i knew that look, i had seen it on that football player on the all-starz. not the sharpest tool in the shed. What was his name, i thought. Out of the corner of my eye i saw a fist come at me. I stood there letting him hit me, bad move he picked the arm i had broken bringing back too many memories. I fell to the ground, no will in me to continue the fight. My arm had been re-broken i could feel it. The world blacked out as i got hit again. I had an un-welcome walk down memory lane. Fighting Derik, seeing him lying there, my arm broken and tore up. Galux coming at me, I jumped in my dream and i guess i did in rela life too when i hit the floor.
"reliving the fight?" someone asked me. "go get Dan. he's awake." i landed on my broken arm. to find that someone had bandaged it. A couple minutes passed, then a couple more. it seemed like an eternity, like when i broke into the abbey. I put my arm over my eyes trying to block out the memory.
"hey hey hey, your not going anywhere. the guy said putting me in a sitting position." i just looked at him. Too helpless to do much else. hunted, haunted, tortured. He had no idea. I hung my head, not in shame though. just exhausted. I went to get up but pain shot through my arm forcing me to sit back down again.
"So, your awake." a guy who i assumed was Dan said to me. I nodded. "I am Dan. What on earth made you think you could take me on?" My eyes blazed red, like the pheonix i had had to hide. I lowered my head. He took a hand and looked at my eyes, staring defiantly at him, still not giving in even when i was beat, badly. "not the talkative type are we? well your eyes say all i need to know." i stared at him questioningly at him. Did he figure out who i was? He couldn't have! not just from that fight last night. "There is something different about you, something that doesn't give up. Which you dont see around here very often. whats your name?" he said.
"Matt" i pretty much whispered.
"well Matt. You get to stay here till you tell us just what is so different about you." Dan said. "Ty, keep an eye on him." i looked at the boy. He was about my age. give or take a year.