-1Disclaimer: I do not own B-daman. I never will own B-daman and I don't plan on it. The characters in this story belong to the owners of B-daman. This story however, is my own. Please do not copy, steal, or alter this material in any way. Feel free to print for personal use.
Author Note: My story is roughly descriptive. If you cannot stand descriptive quality stories, don't read. Simple as that! Enjoy.
SESSION ONE - Schools Ending To Begin A New Story.
Its been seven years since the horrible death of Gray, a well known B-daman player. Protests and riots against B-daman and the sport had erupted that very same week. Only fourteen countries in the entire world have not banned B-daman. These counties include Japan, China, Egypt, Denmark, Italy, Germany, Australia, Russia, Canada, Mexico, France, India, the UK, and the USA.
B-daman flourished in these countries and training academies had been constructed. This sport was a matter of national pride. Kids started playing with there first B-daman as toddlers as toys and adults worked through a day to get money to upgrade their parts. It was a phenomenon. Armada, the legendary creator, had developed a new and more enhanced system. This system has been modified 14 times, each by a respective country. Every country has their own secret to their B-daman core system.
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He tapped his pencil, occasionally shifting his feet. His desk had become uncomfortable. He looked at the clock, 2:50. More tapping of the pencil, more occasional shifting. The teacher in front of the room was shifting through papers. The people at the desks near by were all scratching down information recorded by ink on the papers. More tapping, another quick stare at the clock, 2:57.
He grew impatient and sighed, slouching in his chair. Everything was quite. Quite enough to hear the scratching, the vary scratching that symbolized learning minds. He looked at the clock again, the metronome of the ticks and tocks seemed to set in, 3:03. So very close… He began counting, the ticks and tocks, perhaps it would pass time faster. Exactly sixty ticks and sixty tocks later, the alarm rang out and the students flowed from the classroom. Seemingly unaware of the teacher's good byes and have a good summer phrases.
Andrew leapt from his seat, stretching. He grabbed his books and headed out the door, closely followed by a good friend of his.
She smiled as he sighed. "Man! Knowing today is the last day before summer break makes the day boring."
She nodded in agreement. "Aren't you going to go relax for vacation?" He interrupted her with a predetermined response.
"Nope!" He smiled and it automatically caused her to smile back. "B-daman tournament downtown is coming up in a few days. I want to win!" He gave her a light thumbs up, almost running into a person as they walked against the flow of people toward their lockers in the back corner of their school.
She nodded. "And winning is all that is important?" He thought for a second, then nodded firmly.
Andrew was a thin young man with grown out blonde hair. He was popular among the crowd of friends he liked to hang out. Described as mellow and as a dreamer, many teachers thought he wouldn't amount to anything in life. He was also the only student to be taken to the principal's office four times in one day for leaving his tie not tied and cutting his long black pants into shorts which were all offenses to the dress code. The school, located in a small town of Japan, had a strict dress code. Andrew didn't attempt to be a rebel, he just didn't believe in the dictatorship the staff had enforced upon all the students.
Mariah and Andrew stopped in front of the their lockers and stared at each other. "Don't go to crazy at that tournament, it's OK if you lose too." He smiled brushing some of her hair back, she smiled staring into his sapphire eyes that examined her face.
He sighed and his eyes widened as he pointed. "Look! It's a three headed squirrel!" She turned gullibly and when she turned to look back at him, he was gone. She smiled, noticing he had made his way out the front door of the school already.
He was outside at the track, running laps to increase endurance. His necklace jingled. A crown shape and a small silver key jingled with each step. The heat caused sweat to build up all around his body. He stopped after the fifth lap due to the track team showing up.
After running, the day was uneventful for both Mariah and Andrew. He stayed at home thinking about his B-daman. He hadn't told her, but Brock, the local pothead, had stolen it from him. He tensed up and growled. What would he do? He picked up his soccer ball and dribbled it toward the front door, he stopped for a moment to get a drink of pop from a cup he had left on the table three nights ago. He quickly spit it out.
"Ah hell! This stuff takes like crap!" He whipped his mouth and poured in the dog's food bowl. He smiled at the small terrier that looked up at him and then went to swallowing the water. "Be good Yamato." With that, he turned with the soccer ball and headed out the door.
Outside, the weather was blazing hot. The sun was bright and it left shadows clinging to all sorts of objects. The car's shadow was that of a bend cardboard box, the step railing gave a jail impression on the ground, and the trees left ominous shadows reaching for the sky. He was dribbling the ball down the street, keeping it control despite the cracked side walk and dog poop that was occasionally scattered. He looked up just in time to spot a strange box on the ground.
The box didn't appear to be anything like junk, nor did it appear special. The box seemed to call him, but he left it behind and started to dribble the ball away. He passed four more blocks, people enjoying the weather, Mr. Henry mowing his lawn, and the occasional car or bus to dodge as he went across the street. He decided to return home after awhile, his mom had probably prepared dinner.
On his way home, he followed the same path, but the box was gone on the way back. He smiled, someone probably picked it up and sold it to a pawn shop. He picked up the ball, ran up the steps and went to the door. It was locked, so he leapt up on the pedestal on his porch and reached into the overhang and got down his spare key. He unlocked the door, and was met by the hyper dog . He shut the screen door and chucked the spare key back into its hiding spot. He entered the house and his mouth fell open, the box laid there on the table. He hesitantly chuckled and ignored it.
He wiped his face and then he couldn't stand it anymore. He rushed into the front room, grabbed the box and clenched the opening. He pulled and pulled at the lid. It wouldn't open. He examined the box. It was equal on all sides, made of a fine wood, and had beautiful engravings on the sides. Where is came from didn't concern him, but what was inside the box did. A few more tugs until he searched again. He discovered a key hole. Where would he get a key for it?
He threw the box back onto the table and went into his room and laid on the bed. His eyes wearily stared out his open window for a few moments. A single blink, another, a slight close, and finally darkness. He was in a slumber, floating in his mind was a dream. The key dream he had needed. He saw through the eyes of someone, who was it? He felt an overwhelming since of joy as the figure observed several flags falling from a ceiling and were suspended in the air. The first flag was three different shades going in rows, the next one looked like Japan's flag.
Static. The dream buzzed out and floated into the next one. Once again, it was through the eyes of a unknown figure. Who was this person? The figure walks slowly, everything is gray and white like watching an old movie. Everything is silent as the figure pulls out a silver key and reaches for a box on the table. Andrew thought. Wasn't that the box laying on his table? The key fit perfectly, the box opened. Inside was - Andrew abruptly woke up when the hyper dog bounced on top of his stomach. He pitched the dog off, who proceeded to bounce around the house further. He sat at the table, one hand in his palm and stared at the box. He smirked. It was worth a try. He reached unto his necklace and pulled it off his head. He grabbed the key and examined it. He had déjà vu as he slid the key into the box's keyhole. He turned the key and with a click the lid propped up slightly.
He laughed. Andrew looked around. "He figure." He smirked to himself. And lifted open the lid, his mouth fell open as he examined the contained object.
- Session End -
Author Note: Do you like it? If you do, leave a review and tell a friend. I apologize for no B-daman fights or if it's too serious for you. I'm submitting the introduction, this chapter, and the Session 2 so that you are not left on a cliff hanger. Thank you for the reviews.