I am going to need OCs guys, a few for Josie's team and a few rival teams. Please try not to make all of them have romantic relationships because it becomes all fluffy and I'm trying to keep this action packed as possible. Try not to make all the characters antisocial and depressed because then it just becomes depressing to write. This may sound a little demanding and I apologize I just really kinda want ordinary people, single parent, no parents, abuse but just keep it minor please. I'll put up a form you can complete for your OC at the bottom of the chapter. I hope you like the story so far, hopefully it's a bit different without the whole saving the world and all that other junk that seems to pop up in beyblade fics.
Chapter one
Tiredly the girl leaned back and stared at the computer, her green eyes scanning the entire page of writing before her printer turned on. The sound of the machine humming made her even more exhausted from the work she put into the letter. Outside the sounds of thunder, lighting and rain made the entire atmosphere feel morose and dull, making it seem like the worse night ever. Josie couldn't be bothered doing anything but go to bed but she wanted to say farewell to her brother and daughter before sleeping. "Jose?" a voice called from her door. The sixteen year old looked up and stared inquiringly at the blonde man, "Jade wants you to tell her a story." He said smiling slightly and then left the room.
She looked around her room for some sort of inspiration for a story to tell her daughter. Spotting her silver love heart necklace she picked it up and dangled it in front of her face, "so Azrael lets go see my daughter shall we," she said talking to her bitbeast.
Azrael was a beautiful angel like spirit that often looked like a kitten when first emerged from a beyblade. It had long silver hair and large red eyes, often a soft and gentle spirit but when in battle it was fierce and spiteful. Josie found her when she was a young girl in Russia on a family holiday with her older brother Enrique. Enrique was a beyblader just like her but he gave up the sport and decided to stay home, hold parties and take his fourteen month old niece out. Often the rest of the Majestics would come around for a game of poker or just for dinner, having them over was fun but tiresome, which was the reason for her lack of energy.
Getting up from her seat she walked to her daughter's room and smiled at the sight of Enrique holding the girl. When Jade was born everyone had thought that she had looked more like her mother than her father (who had left when he heard about the pregnancy). The fourteen month old child had long dark blonde hair, far darker than Josie's and emerald green eyes which she inherited from the sixteen year old. "Hello my beautiful child," she greeted softly taking the child from her brother's arms. "Enrique told me you wanted to here a story, what will it be? About the princess in the small village or about Azrael? Would you rather I read you a book?" she asked placing the little girl in the cot.
"Az-Azrael," Jade said slowly, her eyebrow frowned slightly as she tried to pronounce the name. Josie smiled and then looked up at Enrique, Jade's green eyes followed and she wriggled to a sitting position, "stay," she ordered glaring at the older man.
They chuckled together they sat down on either side of the cot, "ok…as a younger child Azrael was cursed. No one and nothing could help her," Josie crossed her legs and continued dangling the necklace in front of the girl's face, "once she was sixteen the ancient ones cast a spell on her and cursed her in all eternity inside the heart of this necklace." She smiled slightly when her bitbeast emitted a white glow.
"That is her talking to us Jade, if ever you are scared will yourself to think about Azrael, she is your angel and will protect you through your toughest times," Enrique said grabbing the necklace and hanging it on the mobile connected to the ceiling.
"A few hundred years Jade, your great somethingth mother found it deep inside a cave, inside a crystal. She took it home and kept it. It caused trouble for the family, other people wanted, so originally we fought for it. A raging war occurred just for the possession of Azrael, they though it brought good luck, wealth, protection. Azrael only serves for whoever can control it, I'm not sure about the good luck and wealth but it does provide protection." Josie smiled slightly, "Azrael protected our family and will protect us for centuries. Soon though Azrael broke free, her form taking place memorising the entire Tornatone family. Her beauty was that of angels Jade, long silver hair and soft red eyes that shined like the moon."
"Men instantly fell in love with her," Enrique cut in telling the story, "but because she wasn't human she couldn't love them back, only to protect them was her job. Azrael only shows her true form to those willing to accept that she is a family only if you had the strength to love her as an aunt, mother or sister. Azrael has guided your mother and I through most of our lives, she and Amphilyon taught us about life and love. For your birthday you will receive your own sacred spirit which you will name. Hopefully for you, you can find your own destiny." Jade smiled as Enrique told the tale and leaned over the caging to kiss the sleeping girl on the cheek.
"Goodnight my little angel," Josie said kissing the girl on the forehead, "I'll see you in the morning."
"Will you?" Enrique asked by the door, "you'll be leaving at nine."
"Yea I guess but Jade will remember and come running into my room before I wake up. We really have to do something about the cot I mean she can climb out of it."
"Jose," Enrique said placing his hands on her shoulders, "I'll look after her while you're gone, get some sleep, buona notte (good night)," he kissed the top of her head and then shoved her away from him, "now get some sleep and leave me alone while I go back and play poker."
Josie poked out her tongue and turned around swiftly coming in contact with a hard chest, "oof," she mumbled getting knocked to the ground.
"Oops sorry Jose," Johnny lent out a hand and pulled the girl up quickly, "thought I'd give you this before you go to bed," he handed over a light blue and pink beyblade. "It's your old one only pimped out," he said smiling, "courtesy of Johnny McGregor and Co."
She chuckled and hugged him tightly, "thanks Johnny," she whispered, "thank you so much," she hugged him again and then looked up, "I'll see you in two months, buona notte," she walked pass him and into her room where she collapsed on the bed, the beyblade still clutched in her hand. Her hardly there snores filled the room as she fell into a deep slumber.
