Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade in any way. The only characters I own are my OCs. Anything else is coincidental.

Note: This story is another prequel, more of a spin-off and it details the past of my bad OC Pyro.

Chapter 7: A Dark Effect

A few weeks went by since Nicolai was killed and his young friend was struggling, and so things were getting worse for him. He had been getting little sleep as he kept having nightmares of everything that had happened: his parents' deaths, when he was beat up first day on the streets and Nicolai's death.

After another night of minimum sleep, he awoke and took a look in a cracked mirror. It was the best they...he had. A look at his reflection and he sighed. He looked awful as there were bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep. He was much skinnier than he should be as he had also been eating less.

"Everything is so boring...and I feel so alone." he said to himself and sighed.

He turned away from the mirror and thought of something that Nicolai had once told him. It had been good advice, about keep fighting, going on and not giving up, no matter how bad things looked. Well, Nicolai hadn't seen that his death would come. The kid let a tear fall as he thought of his friend.

He walked into another part of the hideout and looked around. It was only a small room and quite messy. He walked forwards and suddenly slipped on something and put his hands out to catch himself before his face hit the ground. He winced due to the pain in his knees from landing.

"That hurt." he muttered angrily then spotted something underneath a wrecked sofa. "What...?" he asked out-loud.

He moved nearer and reached a hand out, shivering at the feeling of dust and a couple of spiders, and his fingers pulled out a piece of paper with a small key. He looked at them both curiously. The paper had writing on it, Nicolai's handwriting, which was pretty good for time on the street instead of school.

He got up and sat on a crate in the main part of the hideout and read the writing which was clearly a note.

"Hey, Squirt. I wrote this in case the worst scenario happened and...that our friendship had to unexpectedly end. The key you should have found with this letter opens a box under my old bed. You will find a gift in there that will be a useful tool, plus a little extra that will keep you safe. Hope it all works out, my friend. Nicolai." the letter said.

The kid was surprised, but did as the letter said and looked under Nicolai's old bed and indeed there was a box. He gently pulled it out and set it on the bed and admired the keyhole.

"Oh, this better work." he muttered and inserted the key into the lock and, after struggling for a bit, managed to turn the key and open the box. "Wow, this is a..." he started quietly as he saw what the box contained.

It was a jagged circular object, a beyblade. It was red with shades of orange and in its centre was a bit picturing a red, winged, dragon with orange armour. Also in the box was a launcher and ripcord, the whole set.

He picked the blade up and it glowed slightly, so he smiled and looked up and said "Thank you, Nicolai."


It wasn't long until the kid had the area more prepped for beyblade training, and he stood in a launch position, ready to release.

"Okay, here we go. What is it?..." he asked himself out-loud then frowned. "Ah, I got it. Okay, 3...2...1...let it rip!" he shouted and pulled the ripcord.

The red blade went flying into a crate and bounced into the ground, not making a crack in anything.

"That sucked..." whined the kid as he picked his new blade up.

He tried again, but the blade didn't get much further than before. It spun a little then stopped.

"Oh, this is a dud. It won't spin properly." he whined then picked it back up and added "I never thought Nicolai would give me a busted gift."

He lowered his head sadly when suddenly the blade glowed, so he dropped it in surprise and it rolled a small distance away.

"What is it...?" he asked curiously.

The blade began to spin by itself and glowed brighter as the bit lit up. The kid stared in surprise as a red dragon with orange armour rose from the blade and gave a roar.

"A dragon?...A bit beast?!" he said in surprise.

"Hello, Child." greeted the dragon in a deep voice.

"I...um, you can talk..." the kid stuttered, partly amazed, partly scared.

"Yes. Your old friend, Nicolai, hoped I would protect you and I will, if you can accept working with me. We can be a partnership, if you wish." continued the dragon as he looked down at the boy below himself.

"Sure. Yeah, we can work together." said the kid slowly.

The dragon did a low growl and lowered his head to the boy. The kid backed away slightly, but allowed the dragon nearer.

"You're kinda cool. What's your name?" asked the kid.

"My name is Pyrotoa." answered the dragon as he almost nuzzled his head against the young boy.

"Pyrotoa? Cool. Let's do it then, Pyrotoa." the boy said.

The dragon lowly growled and returned to his bit. The boy picked his blade up then went to launch it again.

"Go, Pyrotoa!" he shouted as he launched the blade.

It landed and spun around, destroying a few crates in the hideout and leaving wreckage behind it as it went.

"Pyrotoa, emerge!" he commanded.

The dragon roared as it rose from its blade.

"Attack!" the kid yelled.

Pyrotoa opened his mouth and let out three fireballs, destroying a few pieces of equipment and more crates.

"That's a nice attack. Fireballs." he said with a smile at all the destruction around him.

"You and me will be a great team, Master." said Pyrotoa as he growled softly.

The boy had a small, but evil, smile with none of the innocence in his light brown eyes anymore.

"We sure will. We will never be beaten." the kid said.

The dragon returned to his bit so the boy picked the blade up and smiled down at it.

"We will be the perfect team. No one can beat the combination of Pyrotoa and..." then his sentence trailed off and he looked up thinking. "Hm, I wonder if that name can work. Not for me, so...yeah. Pyro. My name will forever be Pyro and I will soon be the best." he continued to himself and gave another small evil smile.