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ahamasmiyodhah · 8 months

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Reunion- Fruitful or Disaster?

The dark clouds reflected in the deep magenta eyes of a certain dual haired boy with face painted, as he looked outside the window while sitting on window's broad edge with no emotions on his Face. The World Championships has ended, his Grandfather was hauled away by Cops whom Mr. Dickinson had called, and he learned that his Parents had landed. He scoffed. Parents. His Father who seemingly didn't cared enough, his Mother, who just silently accepted everything. Maybe, maybe this covering the emotions thing was something that went through family.

Its fine, I'm here, ain't I?

He broke out of his reverie as he heard the female voice whisper in his ear, the Flame Empress and the very personification of coming back from dead, his Dranzer, his Phoenix, His Suzaku, whisper in his ear. Smiling mildly for miniscule of second, he held the blue Beyblade to his chest. Once again Tyson was Hero, once again, he lost his Chance to defeat the world Champion. Maybe, next time?

"Kai?" And the same boy had called him. Whipping his head towards the blue haired boy with a scowl on his face, he cocked an eyebrow. "Mr. Dickinson calls you." Ray said from Tyson's side. Kai sighed heavily, he had known the stout man ever since he was Kid, as Mr. Dickinson used to visit his Father, until he was 6, his Father left, and his Grandfather threw him into Abbey. He couldn't deny that man, no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't.

Hopping off the Window edge, Kai joined Tyson and Ray as the three walked out. "Hey Kai, you okay buddy?" Tyson asked, clearly concerned about the older boy. Kai riled Tyson up to the wall, but after the blue haired Boy had saved him from Lake Baikal and readily accepted him back in team, Kai might have softened up a bit to him. "Hn." Kai let out his usual, ignorant grunt, which made Tyson smile.

Dragoon says he is really worried. Well he shouldn't be, though Kai, as he walked beside the two. Soon their soft padding came to an halt when they entered in the floor's lounge area. Kai's eyes keenly took in everyone. Mr. Dickinson sat on a sofa with Tyson's Grandfather, Ryunnosuke or Ryu 'Gramps' Granger sat beside him. Tyson dark haired Father, Tatsuya Granger was on another couch, looking keenly through some files. Hitoshi, or better called Hiro by everyone, Tyson's Archaeologist Brother stood near the window, in a serious conversation over his phone with someone. Then, just then, his eyes fell on someone who made his breath stop.

"I lost again dad!" A little Kai had whined and pouted as his Father laughed fondly and ruffled his hairs.

"Well your Father is working hard, we have to reward him." His Mother's crimson eyes had twinkled with mirth as she looked at his Father.

"Either you chose Hiwatari Enterprises and stay here or chose those Bey spinning tops and get out of my House!" His Grandfather had screamed hoarse, as his crimson eyes trembled with fear, his throat screaming when his Father glanced at him worriedly, and chose Beyblades.

He reached out,

He cried,

He screamed,

He choked on his tears,

But nothing mattered.

His Father didn't turn.

He hadn't realised that while he was staring at his Father in disbelief and many emotions passed through his eyes, Max had noticed him. The blonde's whole frame actually turned relieved, as he chirped. "Kai!!" And broke him out of his reverie. Kai barely had time to recollect himself as Max came hopping to him and hugged him, making Ray and Tyson widen their eyes in alarm. Kai's first instinct was to push him away so hard that he was thrown off into the wall, but he restrained himself. He somehow couldn't bring himself to do that. Especially after what Max had done. No matter how much Kai was being a little shit, no matter how many times he had brushed them off harshly, rebuked them, called them names, and treated them as shit, even betraying them for power... Max, or anyone in that matter, never called him out on it. They let him go, and they accepted him back, as if he was never gone.

Susumu and Misaki, moreover Susumu, tensed when he realised that his son was standing in front of him. After a shocked gasp left Misaki's mouth, followed by a small sob she tried hard to contain. He slowly looked up. Dressed in dark turquoise baggy pants and a fitting tank top, with a scarf tied around his neck that he knew was of Misaki, stood his son. He wasn't the six year old small boy who ran into his arms with his Dranzer, he was now fourteen year old headstrong and stern Captain of World Champion Team Bladebreakers.

Kai looked at his Mother, and his eyes started burning. No. Nah, Nope. Nada. No tears. You can't break down. Somehow managing to tear away his eyes, Kai looked at Mr. Dickinson. "Mr. Dickinson, Ray said you called me?" He asked. Stanley Dickinson had known all the four Boys ever since they were Kids. His keen and experienced eyes penetrated through the mask of 'Everything is fine and I don't need anyone' and looked right into the vulnerability of the boy, who didn't even cared of hiding his emotions. He was glad his Dranzer was back, he was glad that he had friends he knew could rely on (despite his ass not wanting to admit), He was not sure of how to react after seeing his Parents, especially Father, after so long, but most of it, he was exhausted. Tired.

"Well Kai you see, we will need your Help with the Boys from Abbey. My Russian is quiet rough, you see." Blatant Lie. Kai knew the man had perfect Russian.

"If you say so." He said and turned to go. "Kai!" His feet halted when he heard his Father. "You have grown stronger.." He said softly, looking at his son with so much adoration. "Son?" Kai scoffed, his eyes shielded by his hairs. Ray, Tyson, Max, and probably everyone knew that either this will go good, or down the drain hole. "I don't have a Father." He said coldly, and walked out swiftly, closing his eyes when he heard his Mother's sobs. He knew his Friends would come behind, but he didn't cared. He kept walking. He kept walking until he reached a dark hallway and growled, hitting his fist on the wall over and over again, until it bled. "Kai?"

"Ray, please go." He said quietly. But Ray didn't go.

He stayed there, and gently held Kai's shoulder, pressing it as if saying, 'Everything will be fine.'

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Since your girl was angsty af and sick. Hiro Granger is Manga-wise in this Fanfiction because Manga Hiro is so good-

Tagging y'll here please tell me how it is and no, as much as I love Ray and Kai, I ship Mariah and Ray (might turn it RayxKai if my mood goes that way.)

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ceruleanmusings · 5 months

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One Summer's Day excerpt

a/n: i've been beating myself up for once again but who's surprise at this point? falling behind on mayblade and trying to come up with something and then finding time to write it when i got an idea when i i realized i already had something written i could add!

so here it is, the intro scene to a summer-based slice of life fic with the bladebreakers. as usual, my OC Crystal is included. prompts: lights, candles, music, affection

The Saien Ramen Shop was ready for summer. Paper lanterns in lush reds and stark whites decorated the awning of the back patio. Strings of light ran along the perimeter, little stars embedded in the sky. Beams threw glitter onto chunks of ice bobbing in drinks stuffed along the surface of the lone occupied table where small tea candles flickered. The back doors remained open, allowing heavy thuds of sharp knives on wooden cutting boards, sharp sizzles of frying meats, frothy bubbling of noodle-filled water, and smooth draining of savory broth to wash over the table and coat the patio in heady, mouth-watering waves, mixing in with the bouncing beats of a kpop song pouring out the speakers.

Being the most successful ramen shop in town, the Saiens made sure to cater to every patron, treating each with care, respect, and heaps of undivided attention. As for Kenny and his friends, that hospitality extended tenfold; while the main floor was open to all guests, the back patio tended to be reserved for them, giving them a place to hide away from the main streets and any onlookers wanting to interrupt their meals for autographs, championship retellings, pictures, or challenges to a battle.

It was a nice reprieve, sitting off in their own world, allowing them a chance for space, to breathe, and to enjoy each other’s company. Well, as much as company could be enjoyed witnessing Tyson inhaling food in the blink of an eye. They all sat squished around the table—Hilary, Kenny, Tyson, Max, Ray, and Crystal—and any space left over was taken up by various bags, a range of dishes, and various drinks. None of them were safe from Tyson’s attack.

Noodles splashed against his chin, leaving shiny streaks behind while he slurped them up into his eager mouth. Chunks of meat clung to egg yolk smeared over his lips. Bits of rice went flying like little grain bullets as he shoveled it in with his chopsticks. Hilary leaned away from him, dodging his pointed elbow while she slurped lychee boba tea, giving him a look.

“Hey, watch it, Ty!” Max leaned forward with a frown, covering his arms over his steaming bowl as a hailstorm of rice landed on his head. “Geeze, you should come with a warning: watch out for flying objects.” He brushed the grains from his hair as he released a sigh, an amused smile returning to his face.

Following a large burp, Tyson shot a large grin his best friend’s way. “I can’t help it! I’m starving!” As if to prove his point, he tipped his head back and drained the remaining brother from his bowl. He dragged his hand across the back of his mouth and surged forward, grasping a large chunk of meat off the pile on a plate with his chopsticks, throwing it atop the mound of rice left in his other dish. “And besides, we are celebrating!”

“That doesn’t excuse you having a lack of manners.” Huffing, Hilary rolled her eyes and picked up an abandoned napkin. Within seconds she scrubbed his face, ignoring his muffled protests as he squirmed away from her. Max laughed around his spoon with a twinkle in his eye while she folded the smudged cloth. “Besides, Ray should be the one celebrating, Not you. He’s the one who won the tournament after all.”

Scoffing, Tyson grabbed the napkin from Hilary, balled it up, and tossed it at her. It bounced off her nose as he crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. “I would’ve won if I were there!”

“Yeah, but you weren’t! And you don’t know that! Ray could’ve beaten you! Don’t be so rude!”

A soft chuckle carried along the warm breeze. “Thanks for the support, Hilary. I really appreciate it.” Ray set down his mug and laced his fingers, resting his chin on the little table. His golden eyes nearly matched the golden lights filtering through the lanterns. “It was a tough battle and I’m sure even my opponent would’ve given Tyson a run for his money.” He shrugged and swept a few crumbs off the table. “It was just my lucky day, is all.”

“Lucky?” Max’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “Ray! You were awesome! You and Driger were completely in sync in there. That was some comeback!”

“Oh, if only Dizzi and I were there to see it!” Kenny groaned, rubbing his hands through his hair. His fingers curled against some of the strands and he pulled at them, pushing his glasses askew. “Imagine all the data I could have collected!”

A small tournament sponsored by a local grocery store had been staged to celebrate the start of summer. It happened to fall on the week of final exams which took Tyson out of the running, despite his best efforts at begging, pleading, and bribery to be allowed to skip them. Neither his teachers nor Grandpa Granger would allow it—his father even threatened to fly back from a dig to force Tyson to attend—so he begrudgingly sat for his finals. Ray and Max, who’d both flown in around the time of the tournament, decided to participate.

Max came in to, much like the others, celebrate school ending and summer break arriving. It was the few times of the year his entire family was in one place. While attended school, his mother went to work with PPB and his little sister, Charlotte, now four, ran around her daycare. His father stayed behind in Japan to mind the hobby shop. Any chance he could have to get the whole family together, he took. A beyblade tournament coming around the same time was just icing on the cake. Charlotte could watch her big brother in his element.

Max ended in third place while Ray made it all the way to the finals and won 2-1 in a desert-themed dish. Driger was a little wobbly on the sand at first, not being able to get his footing, but a few electric attacks heated it up so much the sand turned to glass. After that, Driger was able to use the smooth surface to his advantage, bouncing well-timed electric attacks into his opponent when he least expected it.

“We have been having a good run lately,” Ray conceded. Kenny groaned again, muttering something about falling behind on updating their stats for school. After consoling Kenny, he said with a wave of his hand, “But I’m sure, on any other day, he would have had a good chance to get one over on us. Anyway…” He turned a smile to Crystal and nudged her shoulder with his. “I’m not the only one who has something to celebrate today.”

Beneath the low lights, a dusting of red settled on Crystal’s cheeks. Her nose winkled and her bright blue eyes focused on the pink mochi in her hands. “I told you, it’s not that big a deal,” she mumbled. Tugging apart the pink treat, she watched it stretch until the halves broke and she popped it into her mouth.

“Hey, you deserve that 89. You studied really hard.” Ray squeezed her shoulder. “You should be proud of yourself.”

“An 89’s not that big a deal,” Tyson grumbled. He stabbed at the chunks of fruit in his drink with a straw.

“Only ‘cause you got a 61,” Crystal shot back with a smirk, almost drowning out Hilary’s exasperated comment about him not being able to be happy for anyone. She let out a soft cackle and ate the other half of the mochi. As she chewed, she flipped the tie wrapped around the starched collar of her uniform shirt over her shoulder where it had fallen again.

Tyson didn’t understand how lucky he was that something like school was always a part of his future. Ray was right, she worked hard for it. Though he didn’t have to lay it on quite so thick.

“But, I couldn’t have done it without all your help,” she added, her soft words squeezing out between a small, affectionate smile. At Ray’s look of pride, her blush deepened; she rolled her eyes and pinched a sheet of nori out his ramen, taking a large bite. That was enough of that.

“Well, if we’re going to celebrate things, then I have something to celebrate too,” Tyson said.

“What? That you managed not to throw up everywhere?” Hilary asked.

“Ha ha. Now that it’s finally summer that means I have more time for beyblading! Which means Dragoon and I have more battles to win!” As he spoke, Tyson removed his trusty beyblade from his pocket and brandished it in the air. Dragoon’s bitchip gleamed beneath the light. “Waddya say, Kai? You ready for a rematch?”

The quiet member of their table hummed, slowly opening his eyes. He sat perfectly still from the moment he showed up: arms crossed, one leg over the other. He hadn’t touched any of the food. If he saw them gathered on the back patio, he didn’t let on, almost walking by them until Tyson called out to him to join them. He didn’t protest but he didn’t seem overjoyed either. They brushed it off, just happy to have him around. Like the others, his presence had been scarce lately though they didn’t know where he was on any given day. Even though he’d been a solid member of the team for the past few years he still didn’t let them too far into his world. Though they respected him and his boundaries, they a few lighthearted jokes and comments about what he could be up to.

Unsurprisingly, it left little time for beyblading for all of them. The last good battle they had was when Tyson and Kai had a rematch in the early days of the BBA being rebuilt from the ground up. What was supposed to be a fun, quick match between rivals became a big spectacle within seconds. With all their friends, fellow bladers, and supporters cheering them on, they threw everything they could into the match only for it all to end with a tie. Despite Tyson’s challenges to rematch, Kai walked away from beyblading. He still showed up to certain events to promote the BBA during its renovation projects and his name appeared on check-in logs, but no one knew if he’d actually taken Drazner out for a spin. He dodged the security cameras in the training and battle rooms.

“C’mon Kai, don’t leave me hanging,” Tyson goaded when Kai didn’t speak. “I know Dranzer’s ready to get another battle in. What else do you have to do?”

Kai opened one eye, just enough for them to see it pointed right at Tyson. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” Kai said.

“Well, duh, Kai, that’s why I’m asking. We haven’t seen much of you lately, dude.”

“There’s a reason for that.”

“Which is…?”

“Maybe he just doesn’t like you.” Crystal’s commented. Her question was innocent though her smirk rubbed away it's its sheen.

“Hey guys, I just realized something,” Max said, gaining their attention. Leaning back in his chair, he rested his arms above his head, looking skyward. “This is the first time we’ve all had the same schedule in a long time.”

“Hey, yeah,” Ray agreed, “kinda feels like the good ol’ days.” Ray’s days had been spent back in White Tiger village taking his role as a captain and a leader very seriously. Lee was poised to take on the duties of his grandfather, the Elder, whenever he passed on.

“I, for one, don’t think we should let this serendipitous moment pass us by," Kenny said.

“I like what you’re sayin’, Chief! More battles it is!" Tyson punched his fist in the air. The table rattled from his enthusiasm.

“Actually I was thinking maybe we could do something outside of beyblading for once,” Max said. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the sport as much as you guys," he quickly amended at Tyson's aghast expression, "but I’d love to just hang out once in a while. Y’know, not have to worry about our bitbeasts being kidnapped or anything.”

“Or us getting kidnapped,” Ray agreed.

“Sounds like a dream,” Hilary said with a wistful sigh. “I almost remember what life was like before I met you guys.”

“Must’ve been one big bore,” Tyson said.

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