A/N: These are original fictional stories about my favorite characters from
Beyblade. Please READ AND REVIEW! No flames. ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade so don't sue me. Although I wish I owned Rei. Such a BISH!
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Dragon Tears
Takao Kinomiya. Across the world he is known as a champion of beyblading. Close companions often brand him cocky, arrogant, stubborn, and thickheaded, a born leader and a bottomless pit. Though countless view this boy carefree, within his heart lies an inner sorrow.
Many years ago, when he was a young child, he lived in the same residence he dwells in today, however back then the setting was much different. His father worked alongside his grandfather in the Dojo, teaching people the art of kendo. Takao would wander around the wooden hallways playing with a special little toy his grandpa gave him the day he turned four. Grandpa had called it a beyblade and Takao loved toying around with it and trying to figure out how to make it spin across the floor. Once he had launched it he followed it around until it slowed down and stopped, then he would scream with delight and run across the yard and into the house to tell his mother the wonderful news.
Takao's mother was a lovely woman, a tall black-eyed beauty with long dark hair and a gentle smile. Though she was kind by nature, she could be very stern and forceful. When Takao came running into the kitchen, screaming and tossing his top toy around, she immediately hushed him and told him to play in his room, where the mess usually remained. Takao did not understand that his mother didn't want her good house décor broken and whimpered, "Mommy, I wanted to show you my toy. Watch me, watch me!"
His mother sighed, not able to bear her dear son's sniffling, put down the dish she was washing and came to his side. "All right, little Takao, show me your toy."
Takao whirled around and jumped for joy, squealing in delight and showed his mother what he could do. He followed the little spinning top around saying, "Look, look! It's spinning! It's spinning!" Then he jumped over the couch in the middle of the room and bolted to his room and back, shouting all the way. His mother shook her head as she eyed the toy Grandpa had given him. It was not very big, quite tiny actually, with many parts to it. The edges were pointed with plastic spikes, so when it spun it made a soft growling sound, like some kind of animal lay beneath its outer shell. "Of all the things you could get a four year old he had to get something like this."
Grandpa never had approved of the marriage between her and Takao's father. There had been much tension between the two families in the past and it had made things difficult, especially that now they lived in the same house. Although she did cook excellent meals, kept the house clean and well ordered, and dealt with her rampaging, overly energetic son everyday, the old man still eyed her with contempt. She often wondered if she was really appreciated at all in the household. Oftentimes she would wish for adventure out in the world like she had wanted before she had married, although she had no regrets of that. She sometimes wished she could disappear, but almost always put it out of her mind when she saw her charming little boy, and the sparkle in his eyes. However, if things got any worse, even Takao's tears wouldn't stop her.
Nonchalantly she picked up the toy and said firmly, lifting him off his feet as he attempted to rush by her, "Okay, Takao, I think it's time for a nap now."
"No nap!" Takao shrieked. "Tabetai! Tabetai!"
"No, little pig, you are not eating now. You need to take a nap, before you break something."
"Mommy, no-o-o nap," Takao yawned broadly and fell fast asleep in his mother's arms, snoring. She smiled sweetly at her little boy, kissed his forehead and placed him gently on his bed. Takao grumbled slightly then snuggled into the blankets and fell deeper into dreamland. The dark-eyed beauty left her son to sleep and went back into the kitchen, leaving the toy on his dresser.
About a year after these happenings, Takao was now going to school. On his first day he had met many children with beyblades just like his, only they were all different kinds. The children laughed together as they set their twirling top toys spinning and running into other toys hanging about the play area, and each other. Takao was so excited to join in the action and play alongside the boys who loved their toys as much as he did. The other children had named their toys after their favorite superheroes, animals, and cartoon characters, but Takao did not have a name for his beyblade. When he arrived back home he immediately went to his Grandpa for help.
"What can I do for you, little dude?" Grandpa asked while putting away his kendo stick for the day.
"Grandpa, all the other kids at school have names for their beyblades. They named them after superheroes and cool things like that, but I don't have a name for mine. Can you help me?"
"Awe shucks, I thought you was going to ask me about a math problem or something, maybe even a question about the birds and the bees."
"Grandpa?"
"Oh, sorry, never mind what I just said. I forget you're only five. Heheheh! But, I do think I have a solution for you, little dude. Mosey on over here and I'll tell you a story." Grandpa sat down before an old sword, set upon a wooden banister toward the back of the Dojo, standing as a tribute to the merit of their family's history. The old steel sword had broken down to a dull bluish-gray and the edges were chipped and shattered from the centuries of time that had past since it's forging. Takao sat down next to his grandfather and listened quietly as he told the story of the family sword.
"This ancient sword was made for your great-great-great-great...well, your ancestor, Tomoko Kinomyia. He used it to fight against bad people and their bad ideas. Because your ancestor was so noble, he was rewarded by receiving upon the hilt of his sword, the heart and spirit of an ancient beast named Dragoon. And down to this day, as each generation possessed this sword, the power of the Dragoon was given to the one most worthy. So in a way, Dragoon is the hero of our family."
Takao stared at the Dragon Heart Sword amazed and decided on that day to name his beyblade after the ancient spirit passed down through his family: Dragoon. Little did Takao know, that this tiny toy would soon be the only joy he would ever know, for the rest of his life.
Weeks later, a tragedy occurred. It happened on the night of the full moon during the late summer months when the rain came in the dark, and with it thick mist covered the night. Earlier, Takao had overheard his mother and Grandpa talking in a very harsh way. He did not understand what they were saying but hoped that they would stop. He could hear her crying, grandpa shouting, a glass breaking and his father trying to stop it all. Takao covered his ears and wished for it to end. He held onto his precious Dragoon beyblade and wished on the magical beast that everything would be okay. Soon he would realize that his prayers had been futile.
In the middle of the nighttime, when the land was still and silent, Takao suddenly was roused by a strange noise coming from outside. Afraid to see what it was, he covered his head with a blanket and curled into a ball, wishing for the monsters to go away. There was a flash of light, and a roar of thunder that shook every floorboard in the house. Takao, frightened beyond his wits, ran out of bed and into his parent's bedroom. There he found his father lying flat on the floor, sobbing, and his mother gone.
He rushed to his father's side and whimpered, "Otosan, where is she? Where is Mommy? Where is she Otosan? What's going on? I'm scared!"
His father did not respond. Terrified of the crashing thunder, Takao ran across the house, searching for his mother, screaming out for her in the darkness. The boy tripped and fell off the stairs leading to the outside and into a puddle still being filled by the pouring rain. Soaking wet, with the ominous black thunderclouds looming overhead, Takao screamed as pink and white lightning flashed about and thunder roared in his ears. He ran back under the eaves and kept screaming for his mother, running across the wooden floor until he came to the front yard. There he saw her, dressed in traveling clothes, drenched to the bone, and carrying a bag. Her hair clung to her face like shadows, and her eyes were low and dull.
"Mommy?" Takao whispered as she stood in the sheets of rain coming down from the sky. She did not breath a word, didn't even look at his shivering form, only stared into space, her eyes dull and distant and so dark. Takao cried out for his mother, but dare not go into the rain. The lightning flashed and the sky opened up even further, dumping buckets of water toward the earth. Takao wept as the gray mist came and obscured his mother from view. The boy cried out desperately for her to come back. He cried for her, wept tears of terrified sadness, then he was alone, alone with the monstrous storm roaring overhead.
Takao, wet with tears and rain, ran out into the mist, franticly searching for his mother despite the danger, for she was most dear to him. He ran out of the front gate and down the muddy street, tripping several times on his oversized pajama pants, wet dirt sticking to his skin. Suddenly a bolt of lightning cracked just above his head, missing him by inches, and hitting a tree nearby. The tree rocked and tilted down toward him. Takao screamed in terror but something stopped the danger before it came upon him. Takao peeked through his fingers and saw an eerie blue light lurking in the mist, placing the tree down on the ground beside him, then as quick as he saw it, disappeared around the corner. Takao followed the light until it stopped in the middle of a clearing where a new shopping center was going to be built. The light came into view as the rain started to let up. Takao let out a surprised gasped as he saw the form of a dragon, hovering over him, looking down at him mournfully. "Dragoon!" The great dragon sighed a heartbreaking moan, and turned his head away, a tear falling down its face. Takao did not understand why the hero of his family was so sad. The boy came up to the glowing beast and said, "Dragoon, where is my mommy?"
The blue dragon sighed and looked up into the black clouds. His ancient voice spoke in a low and tragic tone, "Your mother...is gone..."
Takao shook his head forcefully and screamed, "No! No! NOOOOOO!" A crack of thunder silenced him and he crouched down in the mud crying harder than he ever had before. Dragoon hovered over him and said gently, "Takao, I know you are young and very sad, but please listen to me." Takao looked up at the beautiful creature sadly. "I will always be watching you, I will always be with you. No harm will ever come to you if you believe in me. Remember, that...Takao." Dragoon faded into a blue mist and led the sad boy home where his father and grandfather found him and comforted him. Neither of them knew where his mother had gone or why she had, but decided not to ever mention it to the boy once he had recovered.
After these events, Takao was never quite the same. Though he remained chipper and high-strung in his teenage years, within his heart he longed to know what had happened the night of the storm, when his mother disappeared. He released every ounce of his rage and sorrow each time he launched his beyblade and in each and every battle he fought. Then, the year he turned thirteen, a gift was bestowed upon him: the power of Dragoon. It was placed within the heart of his beyblade, so that wherever he went and whatever he encountered, the spirit of the ancient dragon was always with him, protecting him in times of danger and comforting him in times of distress. Still, there was one thing even the great Dragoon could not do...
...Dry his tears.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade so don't sue me. Although I wish I owned Rei. Such a BISH!
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Dragon Tears
Takao Kinomiya. Across the world he is known as a champion of beyblading. Close companions often brand him cocky, arrogant, stubborn, and thickheaded, a born leader and a bottomless pit. Though countless view this boy carefree, within his heart lies an inner sorrow.
Many years ago, when he was a young child, he lived in the same residence he dwells in today, however back then the setting was much different. His father worked alongside his grandfather in the Dojo, teaching people the art of kendo. Takao would wander around the wooden hallways playing with a special little toy his grandpa gave him the day he turned four. Grandpa had called it a beyblade and Takao loved toying around with it and trying to figure out how to make it spin across the floor. Once he had launched it he followed it around until it slowed down and stopped, then he would scream with delight and run across the yard and into the house to tell his mother the wonderful news.
Takao's mother was a lovely woman, a tall black-eyed beauty with long dark hair and a gentle smile. Though she was kind by nature, she could be very stern and forceful. When Takao came running into the kitchen, screaming and tossing his top toy around, she immediately hushed him and told him to play in his room, where the mess usually remained. Takao did not understand that his mother didn't want her good house décor broken and whimpered, "Mommy, I wanted to show you my toy. Watch me, watch me!"
His mother sighed, not able to bear her dear son's sniffling, put down the dish she was washing and came to his side. "All right, little Takao, show me your toy."
Takao whirled around and jumped for joy, squealing in delight and showed his mother what he could do. He followed the little spinning top around saying, "Look, look! It's spinning! It's spinning!" Then he jumped over the couch in the middle of the room and bolted to his room and back, shouting all the way. His mother shook her head as she eyed the toy Grandpa had given him. It was not very big, quite tiny actually, with many parts to it. The edges were pointed with plastic spikes, so when it spun it made a soft growling sound, like some kind of animal lay beneath its outer shell. "Of all the things you could get a four year old he had to get something like this."
Grandpa never had approved of the marriage between her and Takao's father. There had been much tension between the two families in the past and it had made things difficult, especially that now they lived in the same house. Although she did cook excellent meals, kept the house clean and well ordered, and dealt with her rampaging, overly energetic son everyday, the old man still eyed her with contempt. She often wondered if she was really appreciated at all in the household. Oftentimes she would wish for adventure out in the world like she had wanted before she had married, although she had no regrets of that. She sometimes wished she could disappear, but almost always put it out of her mind when she saw her charming little boy, and the sparkle in his eyes. However, if things got any worse, even Takao's tears wouldn't stop her.
Nonchalantly she picked up the toy and said firmly, lifting him off his feet as he attempted to rush by her, "Okay, Takao, I think it's time for a nap now."
"No nap!" Takao shrieked. "Tabetai! Tabetai!"
"No, little pig, you are not eating now. You need to take a nap, before you break something."
"Mommy, no-o-o nap," Takao yawned broadly and fell fast asleep in his mother's arms, snoring. She smiled sweetly at her little boy, kissed his forehead and placed him gently on his bed. Takao grumbled slightly then snuggled into the blankets and fell deeper into dreamland. The dark-eyed beauty left her son to sleep and went back into the kitchen, leaving the toy on his dresser.
About a year after these happenings, Takao was now going to school. On his first day he had met many children with beyblades just like his, only they were all different kinds. The children laughed together as they set their twirling top toys spinning and running into other toys hanging about the play area, and each other. Takao was so excited to join in the action and play alongside the boys who loved their toys as much as he did. The other children had named their toys after their favorite superheroes, animals, and cartoon characters, but Takao did not have a name for his beyblade. When he arrived back home he immediately went to his Grandpa for help.
"What can I do for you, little dude?" Grandpa asked while putting away his kendo stick for the day.
"Grandpa, all the other kids at school have names for their beyblades. They named them after superheroes and cool things like that, but I don't have a name for mine. Can you help me?"
"Awe shucks, I thought you was going to ask me about a math problem or something, maybe even a question about the birds and the bees."
"Grandpa?"
"Oh, sorry, never mind what I just said. I forget you're only five. Heheheh! But, I do think I have a solution for you, little dude. Mosey on over here and I'll tell you a story." Grandpa sat down before an old sword, set upon a wooden banister toward the back of the Dojo, standing as a tribute to the merit of their family's history. The old steel sword had broken down to a dull bluish-gray and the edges were chipped and shattered from the centuries of time that had past since it's forging. Takao sat down next to his grandfather and listened quietly as he told the story of the family sword.
"This ancient sword was made for your great-great-great-great...well, your ancestor, Tomoko Kinomyia. He used it to fight against bad people and their bad ideas. Because your ancestor was so noble, he was rewarded by receiving upon the hilt of his sword, the heart and spirit of an ancient beast named Dragoon. And down to this day, as each generation possessed this sword, the power of the Dragoon was given to the one most worthy. So in a way, Dragoon is the hero of our family."
Takao stared at the Dragon Heart Sword amazed and decided on that day to name his beyblade after the ancient spirit passed down through his family: Dragoon. Little did Takao know, that this tiny toy would soon be the only joy he would ever know, for the rest of his life.
Weeks later, a tragedy occurred. It happened on the night of the full moon during the late summer months when the rain came in the dark, and with it thick mist covered the night. Earlier, Takao had overheard his mother and Grandpa talking in a very harsh way. He did not understand what they were saying but hoped that they would stop. He could hear her crying, grandpa shouting, a glass breaking and his father trying to stop it all. Takao covered his ears and wished for it to end. He held onto his precious Dragoon beyblade and wished on the magical beast that everything would be okay. Soon he would realize that his prayers had been futile.
In the middle of the nighttime, when the land was still and silent, Takao suddenly was roused by a strange noise coming from outside. Afraid to see what it was, he covered his head with a blanket and curled into a ball, wishing for the monsters to go away. There was a flash of light, and a roar of thunder that shook every floorboard in the house. Takao, frightened beyond his wits, ran out of bed and into his parent's bedroom. There he found his father lying flat on the floor, sobbing, and his mother gone.
He rushed to his father's side and whimpered, "Otosan, where is she? Where is Mommy? Where is she Otosan? What's going on? I'm scared!"
His father did not respond. Terrified of the crashing thunder, Takao ran across the house, searching for his mother, screaming out for her in the darkness. The boy tripped and fell off the stairs leading to the outside and into a puddle still being filled by the pouring rain. Soaking wet, with the ominous black thunderclouds looming overhead, Takao screamed as pink and white lightning flashed about and thunder roared in his ears. He ran back under the eaves and kept screaming for his mother, running across the wooden floor until he came to the front yard. There he saw her, dressed in traveling clothes, drenched to the bone, and carrying a bag. Her hair clung to her face like shadows, and her eyes were low and dull.
"Mommy?" Takao whispered as she stood in the sheets of rain coming down from the sky. She did not breath a word, didn't even look at his shivering form, only stared into space, her eyes dull and distant and so dark. Takao cried out for his mother, but dare not go into the rain. The lightning flashed and the sky opened up even further, dumping buckets of water toward the earth. Takao wept as the gray mist came and obscured his mother from view. The boy cried out desperately for her to come back. He cried for her, wept tears of terrified sadness, then he was alone, alone with the monstrous storm roaring overhead.
Takao, wet with tears and rain, ran out into the mist, franticly searching for his mother despite the danger, for she was most dear to him. He ran out of the front gate and down the muddy street, tripping several times on his oversized pajama pants, wet dirt sticking to his skin. Suddenly a bolt of lightning cracked just above his head, missing him by inches, and hitting a tree nearby. The tree rocked and tilted down toward him. Takao screamed in terror but something stopped the danger before it came upon him. Takao peeked through his fingers and saw an eerie blue light lurking in the mist, placing the tree down on the ground beside him, then as quick as he saw it, disappeared around the corner. Takao followed the light until it stopped in the middle of a clearing where a new shopping center was going to be built. The light came into view as the rain started to let up. Takao let out a surprised gasped as he saw the form of a dragon, hovering over him, looking down at him mournfully. "Dragoon!" The great dragon sighed a heartbreaking moan, and turned his head away, a tear falling down its face. Takao did not understand why the hero of his family was so sad. The boy came up to the glowing beast and said, "Dragoon, where is my mommy?"
The blue dragon sighed and looked up into the black clouds. His ancient voice spoke in a low and tragic tone, "Your mother...is gone..."
Takao shook his head forcefully and screamed, "No! No! NOOOOOO!" A crack of thunder silenced him and he crouched down in the mud crying harder than he ever had before. Dragoon hovered over him and said gently, "Takao, I know you are young and very sad, but please listen to me." Takao looked up at the beautiful creature sadly. "I will always be watching you, I will always be with you. No harm will ever come to you if you believe in me. Remember, that...Takao." Dragoon faded into a blue mist and led the sad boy home where his father and grandfather found him and comforted him. Neither of them knew where his mother had gone or why she had, but decided not to ever mention it to the boy once he had recovered.
After these events, Takao was never quite the same. Though he remained chipper and high-strung in his teenage years, within his heart he longed to know what had happened the night of the storm, when his mother disappeared. He released every ounce of his rage and sorrow each time he launched his beyblade and in each and every battle he fought. Then, the year he turned thirteen, a gift was bestowed upon him: the power of Dragoon. It was placed within the heart of his beyblade, so that wherever he went and whatever he encountered, the spirit of the ancient dragon was always with him, protecting him in times of danger and comforting him in times of distress. Still, there was one thing even the great Dragoon could not do...
...Dry his tears.
