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 8: Monstrous, Yet Sudden
The next day, the newly-named Pyro woke up from his sleep and rubbed his eyes, yawning. He jumped up from his bed and looked around at the damage he had done the day before with his new beyblade.
"Now that I look on this damage, I think I got pretty good quite quickly." he said out-loud then got his blade out of his pocket and looked at the bit. "What do you think, Pyrotoa? Shall we get some outside practice?" he asked mentally.
The bit glowed as the dragon answered in his master's mind. "Are you sure you're ready, Master? I'm supposed to protect you, not allow you to walk into danger or trouble."
Pyro nodded and said "Yeah, I'm ready. I have you by my side, so I'll be fine. Don't be a paranoid dragon."
Pyrotoa growled lowly, but kept his temper low. After all, his master was only a five year old child, he couldn't expect much understanding to come from him yet, but hoped it would come sooner rather than later.
Pyro smiled slightly and put his blade back into his pocket, then grabbed a small breakfast and ran out of the hideout, heading for a secluded alleyway in which he could train without being disturbed.
Finally, Pyro found the perfect alleyway, though he had a feeling about it, like he had been here before. He shrugged it off as two years on the streets, he must have been in, or passed, this alley sometime, so he stood in a launcher position ready to get some training in.
"Okay, let it rip!" he shouted as he released his red blade.
It landed on the ground spinning strong and cracked a small hole. Pyro smiled and was just about to call his attack when an image flashed in his mind. An image of a scared boy, it was so quick he couldn't register it, but it distracted him and his blade spun to a stop at his feet.
"Wha...what was that? I swear I recognised that vision." he said to himself.
"Master? Are you okay?" asked Pyrotoa in his master's mind. "Master!" he said, raising his voice.
Pyro blinked as his bit beast's voice rang into his head and said "Yeah, I'm fine, just...never mind, let's go again." then he picked his blade back up and clicked it back into his launcher.
He went back into position and re-released his blade. It landed fine, like before, then smashed into the wall, leaving a small hole in it. Pyro smirked as this was looking much better, when, suddenly, he saw the face of the street gang leader in his mind's eye. Those burning red eyes, the ugly scar across his face, and the evil grimace he had.
The images of his first day on the street then began to swarm his mind, completely distracting him and saddening him, so he lost control of his blade and it spun all over the alleyway, causing damage.
"Master, you have to clear your mind...things aren't looking good. I'm holding back to stop more damage...but our bond will break if you don't recover." said Pyrotoa hurriedly to his master.
Pyro growled and allowed his thoughts to run wild, when suddenly, another beyblade crashed into his and stopped it.
"What was...?" Pyro started then turned to the owner of the blade, who ran over looking relieved.
"Um, hi." said the kid, then looked around. "Wow, what happened here? You can't have just been training, did something happen?" he asked.
"Mind your own. I was just training. I have to get back to it." answered Pyro as he picked his blade back up.
"Right, well excuse me. I didn't mean to hit your blade, it was an accident, but when I saw the damage you had done, I was glad I had, as it looks like it could have got a lot more dangerous." said the kid.
"Hn, well, I would have been fine. Take a hike now, would you?" Pyro said and turned away.
The kid frowned, but looked a little sad as he left the alleyway. Pyro looked at his bit piece which had a strong glow to it.
"Master, that was harsh. The kid helped you. You should have managed a thank you at least." scolded Pyrotoa of his master.
"Oh, don't lecture me. You're a bit beast and you are meant to protect me and do as I say, not give me advice or tell me off." Pyro replied.
"We are friends too, Pyro." reminded the red dragon then cut off the connection with his master.
Pyro blinked that Pyrotoa called him by name that time, but he did think of the dragon as a friend. He would be alone without it and it would be harder out here, so he owed it. He sighed then headed out of the alleyway, not wanting to stay here anymore, plus thought he would find some competition in a nearby park.
In the park, Pyro saw a group of kids. They were all beybattling having fun and Pyro decided he would challenge them to a battle, so he walked over, closing his mind to his bit beast in the process, as the dragon was trying to dissuade him from this idea.
"Hey, who's that?" asked one kid to his friend as Pyro approached.
"No idea. Hey, Pal, wanna game?" the friend asked the dual haired Russian.
"Yeah, why do you think I came here? Get yourselves into positions as I will take you all." replied Pyro with a confident smirk.
Most of the kids smiled or chuckled at Pyro's confidence, but they nodded, accepting the challenge and got into their launch positions.
"Okay, you set the challenge, wanna start us off?" asked the boy who had addressed Pyro first.
Pyro nodded and began the countdown. "3...2...1...let it rip!" he shouted and released his blade. The other kids' blades, of which there were 5, followed.
One blade immediately went for attack and Pyro's red blade slammed it, sending it out before it had a chance. Another blade soon followed, trying to be clever and attempting to catch the red one out.
"Okay, that leaves three. Show me what you have, together if you like, it really won't change the outcome so give me what you have." Pyro said, egging the last three on.
"Come on, guys, this chump wants us all, he'll get us all." said one of the remaining three.
The other two nodded and their three blades charged together. Pyrotoa wondered at his master's idea, but wasn't going to question him. He was his master after all, and though they were friends, he did have to follow commands in battle, so waited for the move to be called.
"Okay, they want it. Pyrotoa, emerge and use the Fireballs at maximum!" shouted Pyro.
The red dragon burst from his bit roaring. The three kids in the battle, plus the two who were out, screamed and gazed upon the apparition in fear. Pyrotoa's wings widened in a show of force as he opened his mouth and let loose three fireballs towards the remaining blades, one for each.
"No, no...noooo!" screamed the kids as their blades flew out of the dish as remnants of dust and debris, no longer worth anything and certainly not usable in any kind of battle.
Pyrotoa roared again as he returned to his bit, then Pyro called his blade back to his hand and smirked at the kids picking up the small amounts left of their blades and their tears of grief.
"That was a good battle. Easy, but good." he said as he pocketed his blade.
One of the kids, who was comforting his friend who's blade was now one of the trashed, looked up at Pyro and said "What are you? What kind of blader are you? You are horrid...a danger...a monster."
"Don't flatter me, Kid. Your friends tried, just didn't try hard enough." Pyro replied with a smirk.
The kid stuck his tongue out, a tad childishly, but he was young and innocent, so Pyro hn'd and walked away, back to his hideout.
As he entered the hideout, Pyrotoa spoke, "Pyro, that was harsh. Please don't do it again."
"My friend, please. You liked causing that danger, I sensed your thrill at causing that mess. You enjoyed thrashing those kids' blades...as did I. What a team we'll make." said Pyro back to his bit beast.
"Okay, Pyro. I'll admit...I did find some sense of superiority over it and I am a bit glad you found it too...so yeah, we will be a better team than we originally expected yesterday. Let's keep it up." declared Pyrotoa and he did a low growl.
"Good choice, Pyrotoa. Let's indeed." Pyro said and smirked evilly. He had indeed officially changed into a more overconfident, evil person...with less emotion it seemed.
