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simp999 · 2 years ago

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Short Lived.

Pairing: Ken Midori x Reader

Series: Beyblade Burst

Wc: 5.4k (help)

A/N: A new friend got me back into beyblade and I needed to write for my old beloved. (Sorry splatoon manga fans, I'm still working on the next chapter!)

A/N 2: I know that the beyblade fans don't vibe on tumblr for the most part, but I am deprived of beyblade fanfic. Take it

Warnings: Ends with fluffy angst (Might make Ch.2 if anyone wants.)

Themes: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, strangers to friends to lovers(?)-Not officially lovers but like c'mon now

Masterlist

A frustrated sigh escapes your lips as you cut the loose threads from the glove you’re trying to sew back together.

Last night, you had been training with your bey, but it seemed your glove had had enough of the years of sweat, abuse, and regular washes that it had gone through, and gave up on you. It had gotten you through many wins, and you doubt you’d find another just as comfortable since this one is now worn perfectly to your launching hand. You remembered that your school left the home ec. class open after hours, so you figured you’d give attempting to fix your glove a shot, which obviously wasn’t going well. The threads were too far apart, then too loose, then they just looked so badly done, you were ready to give up and buy a new one. Before you were able to fully get up from your seat, a boy came up to you - a brown puppet on one hand, and blue on the other.

The brown one began to talk in a goofy voice; “Hi there! Would you like some help? This guy here likes to think he’s pretty good at sewing.” The blue one cut him off, in a drastically different voice, “Yeah, ya seem to be strugglin’ a bit there.”

You could only stare at the person in amazement. What a skilled ventriloquist! Not only can he speak with minimal movement from his mouth, but he can switch voices so quickly!

You dismiss your thoughts, remembering the situation at hand. You get a little flustered after examining how badly you managed to mess up your stitching this time, accepting the kind stranger’s offer.

“Yeah… That’d actually be really nice.”

The boy takes a seat in the chair beside you, making sure to keep some distance between you two. He takes off his puppets and places them on the table with care, reaching a hand out toward your glove, silently asking to borrow it. You hand the beaten and well-used glove over, and he carefully but efficiently undoes the miserable stitching that you did. It doesn’t take long before it’s all gone, and you’re mesmerised by the way he so quickly threads the needle and pokes it through the fabric, making seemingly perfect lines. You see that he’s not doing the usual stitch, and you study the way he continues for a bit. He gets about a third through the small hole in the glove before handing it back to you, putting his puppets back on his hands to explain how to do this new stitch. A backstitch. He explains how to do it with maximum efficiency, and tells you that this stitch is great for reinforcing the area, which is exactly what you need.

You’re much slower, and the lines are obviously less straight than his, but this is far better than any previous attempts. He waits for you, pointing out when you begin to put too much space between the holes, or any other details. In the meantime, he introduces himself. Well, the puppets introduce themselves and him. You smile at how cute Keru and Besu are, and marvel at their unique personalities. You quickly learn that Ken’s puppets are very important to him, and that he’s obviously been doing this type of thing since he was young. His skills only further prove that, for both sewing and ventriloquism.

You only notice that you’ve been looking at Ken a little too long when he brings Besu’s little hand up to his face to ‘wipe’ Ken’s cheek, Besu asking if there’s something stuck there. Your face heats up, realizing your mistake, and you quickly assure him that you’re just heavily impressed by his ventriloquism skills. You can see slight surprise cross his face, it seems people don’t often see how difficult his skill really is. Besu thanks you, while Keru boasts about how long Ken’s been practicing for. He gets on to mentioning his puppet shows, and the two of you talk for a bit. It’s cut short when you sheepishly ask him if he can tie the final knot for you.

You try on your glove on the way home, trying to remember all the little details of the person you just met. The spikey, fluffy-looking black hair he had, the comfortable green color scheme, even his little snaggle tooth was hard to miss. It felt like you two spoke for hours, even though it was only probably 20 or so minutes. The sun is halfway through setting, and you find yourself wanting to see him again. You’re sure he went to the same school, it was simply unlucky that he and you had separate classes.

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You spent the next couple of days paying more attention to your surroundings at school. Taking the longer routes to classes, walking around during lunch, and even getting out of class a couple of minutes early so you could try to wait at the front door. No luck.

You didn’t really have anyone to hang out with, your - acquaintances at best - having their closer friends to hang out with. You didn’t mind, but there was something about the puppeteer that had you wanting more of his presence. He just seemed so… kind, and comforting.

With no luck from your attempts, you decide to test out the bey stadium on top of the school. You heard rumors of it, but never bothered trying it out, favoring the one at the park and the one you had at home- you and your dad had built it.

Before turning the corner, you heard the all too familiar sound of a bey spinning. You contemplated even going, but you were interested in potentially finding another skilled blader.

A boy with white hair and a black vest is fully concentrated on the red bey before him. You could bet that he’s counting the seconds that it’s spinning for, so you wait to make your presence known so as to not distract him. It spins for an impressive amount of time, and you wait for him to stand up and wipe the sweat from his forehead before approaching him.

“Can I help you?”

“I doubt it, but do you happen to know where I can find a boy named Ken? He wears mostly green, has two puppets-”

“Oh, Ken Midori. I believe he has a puppet show starting sometime soon in the main area of the mall.”

He finally looks at you head-on, and you recognize him. He’s known to be an extremely skilled blader, supposedly the best at school. Shu Kurenai. You pretend to not know him, and you thank him for his time before making your way to the mall. You’ve always tried to keep your beyblading lifestyle on the down-low, changing up your appearance in battle and only really practicing alone. Beyblading isn’t your only personality trait.

You smile at all the little kids who are sat down in front of the booth, and imagine all the thankful parents who can finally get somewhat of a break. The story follows an over-confident but weak hero who can’t manage to beat a dragon. Help arrives, and you’re quick to recognize the two puppets and their voices. Your smile grows, and you excitedly wait for the end. No, not the end of the cute story being played, you’re excited to go see the boy managing those two adorable puppets. Though, the story is still engaging and fun. They sure are experienced at what they do.

The puppets bow to their audience, and the curtains close. While kids begin to shuffle through the crowd to meet up with their parents, you carefully make your way over to the booth, watching out for any green and black. A lady comes up to you and asks if she can help with anything, and you see that she has a puppet on one of her hands, one from the show.

“Oh, yes! I’m looking for Ken?”

She nods and calls out his name, and the boy makes his way over to the lady, only spotting you afterward. Besu’s the first to talk:

“Oh! You made it to our show!”

“I was pretty sharp out there, right?!” Keru intervenes, and Besu doesn’t want to feel left out, so the two begin some light banter. Ken breaks it up by giving his two puppets a glare, then he makes them bow their heads, as if they felt bad. You stifle a laugh at the scene before you, happy that you got your own mini show. Ken’s smile slightly grows, and his mother notices, so she tries to give him a little push.

“How about you two go hang out for a while? We’ve got everything covered here, and that’s the last show of the night. As long as Ken’s home by 8:30.”

You bring your hands together to play with the hem of your sleeve, feeling bad about taking her kid away for a bit.

“I don’t mind helping if you’d like?”

“Don’t worry about it, you two go have fun!”

The two of you stand in silence as his mom leaves. Ken’s not sure if he should be frustrated or thankful that his mom just threw him right outside his comfort zone, but either way, he’s stuck with you now.

You check the time on your phone, 6:07.

“We’ve got a couple hours, is there anywhere you’d like to go? Or… We are already at the mall, if you’d like to just walk around?”

Ken admits through Besu that he never really got to check out the mall. You’ve lived in this city your whole life, which means you know this mall quite well. You’re quick to drag him, metaphorically, to your favorite stores that you think he’d like. The two of you find some stickers you like, some shirts, and anything else you find interesting that’s also reasonably priced. You surprise him with a keychain of a cartoon-y dog that looks an awful lot like Besu. He looks happy to receive it, Besu doing a little dance while holding it between his little paws, but Keru crosses his arms and huffs.

You turn around to show him a keychain that you already had attached to your bag, which resembled Keru. Keru’s attitude quickly changes, remarking that he’s the better one because you have his keychain. He and Besu get into another small fight, and you’re once again reminded of Ken’s amazing skill as a ventriloquist.

The night flies by, but you’ve definitely gotten more comfortable with each other. This time, you didn’t forget to exchange contact information, so now you two can plan meet-up times. Once you wave goodbye to Ken, he stands in the middle of the quiet mall, feeling the same way you did after your first meeting. He’s never had a friend before, and he’s deciding that he’d be happy to have you as his first.

For the next few months, the two of you began hanging out outside of class. You introduce him to places you enjoy, finding out that he really likes this one clear opening in the woods not too far from your home. You went once during the day, finally trusting him enough to show him your special comfort spot. There are lots of flowers, and you even added fairy lights and a few blankets to lay on, thanks to your mom. When moving the branches away from your face and holding them away for Ken, you explain that you like to come here when you want a break from reality, or to just enjoy nature as it is.

“People are always so bombarded with lights, buildings, cars, loud noises, and the like, so we don’t often get to have 'us' time. It’s much prettier at night, we should try to convince your mom to let you stay out a bit later one night. Maybe on a weekend?”

“We often have lots of plays on the weekends, but I think our first one for next Sunday is later in the day, so if we go next Saturday night after the play it should work.” He still uses his puppets to speak, and you still love them just as much as the first day they spoke to you. They are really cute and fun, after all.

“Alright, a week and a half from now, then! Don’t forget!” Ken nods, excited to see what this place looks like at night. It seems you put lots of care into the surrounding area.

The next day, you had planned to meet up after school. At the end of your last class of the day, you get a text from your favorite ventriloquist saying his club is having an emergency meeting. You were really hoping to hang out with him, and you wouldn’t mind if there are other people around, so you ask if his club would be okay with you lingering around. He thinks about it, and figured that his friends wouldn’t mind, so the two of you meet up and you follow him to the roof.

You quietly follow behind him, a little nervous about meeting his friends. You wouldn’t usually be like this, but these are Ken’s friends, so there was a good chance you’d be seeing them time and time again.

The first one to pep up is a boy with short, blond hair, he seems to be pretty eccentric. His energy is really fun and he gives off good vibes, it feels like being around him could put you in a better mood overall, which is nice. You wave at him after he points you out, and he gives you a bright grin. You notice Shu nod at you, you’re surprised he must have remembered you. The next to speak is a shorter boy with dark blue hair, and it’s a little hard to make out what he’s saying thanks to how fast he’s talking. Something about asking if you’re Ken’s friend, then about blading.

What was that about blading? It seems the friend group quieted down after he asked you the question, also wanting an answer. Noticing your lost expression, the blondie from earlier repeats his friend’s question.

“Do you do any beyblading?”

You could tell them, but you don’t like it when your name gets out there.

“Not that much.”

“But you have a bey?”

“...Yeah.”

The blue-haired boy is quick to challenge you to a battle, but you’re not really feeling up to it. You’re not a big fan of showing off your skills to any unnecessary opponents. You don’t also want to make a fool of yourself. The ‘meeting’ goes on, and they discuss an upcoming tournament. The plan for this meeting is just to battle. They introduce themselves to you one by one, then decide that they’re going to do a tournament-style set of battles. They don’t have enough players for it to start out evenly, though. They manage to convince you to join, and you agree on the condition that you get to battle Ken in the first round. It’s the only way you’d be able to hold back.

Anyone else and you’d end up with a quick and effortless burst finish.

Valt’s up first against Honcho- or Rantaro, you’re not sure which name to use since he introduced himself as Honcho, but all the others called him Rantaro. You’re surprised at how much skill is shown before you, you may have underestimated these players. Not like it matters, though. It’s then Shu against Daigo, and you already know the outcome before it starts. Finally, you end up against Ken.

You both take your positions, and you opt to not do any strength-inducing launches, so you keep it basic. You already know exactly how this match is going to do. Your eyes flicker up from the stadium to Ken, and he looks really focused on where he intends to send his bey. He makes it all too obvious that he’s going straight to the center. You barely give the launch 15% of your power, and you let him win with a survivor finish.

As if you’d have the heart to hurt him - Well, his ego. You congratulate him on the win, and remind the gang that you don’t blade that much, with a hand stretching the back of your head and a half-smile.

“No worries! At least now our tournament can continue!”

You lean back on the bench, examining the players’ battle styles. You focus mainly on Ken’s of course, and he’s a lot stronger than you had anticipated. You watch the battle between him and Valt, the underdog pulling through. It almost looked like a stroke of complete luck that he’d won against Ken, but as much as you’d like to say that, an experienced blader’s eyes like yours could catch the hidden skill that Valt has.

He comes and sits beside you, encouraging his friends. You tag along, rooting for them. Daigo sits on the other side of you, since there isn’t anywhere else to sit and his legs are tired. The two of you don’t exchange any words, but you gain a mutual respect for each other. You like his style, and he approves of you as Ken’s friend, you seem like a good pair to him. He won’t say that aloud, though.

That weekend, Ken calls you to see if you can hang out. You try your best to never turn him down, even ditching plans just to hang out with him, but you’ve got a battle in a tournament that you can’t miss. You feel bad about it, but it can’t be helped. You tell him that you’re busy, and he assures you that it’s alright and he’ll just go watch his friends battle.

You throw on your hood and a cloth facemask, adjusting the elastics on the sides to be comfortable. This mask is really breathable, and has a cool design that consists of two rows of cartoony sharp teeth. It’s perfect for concealing your identity while you blade.

Your opponent is already up on stage when you walk up, Hanami announcing you as the Mysterious blader, only known as X. You take a glance at the crowd, there seems to be more people showing up at your battles as time goes on. You refuse to go easy when it comes to important battles, so you steady your arms and plant your feet for maximum power.

3, 2, 1, LET IT RIP!

The crowd cheers, and your hood slips down from the force of your launch. That’s why the mask is important. The hand resting next to your hips subtly brings up three fingers. Then it hides one. One left. As you bring down your index, the opponent’s bey bursts. Six seconds, it seems you were feeling generous today.

Another quick glance at the crowd was intended only to observe their reaction, but your eyes caught someone unexpected. He wasn’t supposed to be here. The puppets on his hands seemed to be as surprised as him, their mouths wide open. Before he can make any sort of movement as your eyes linger on him, you shuffle over to the changing room. You try to be subtle when you leave, checking around corners before walking past, but that someone still manages to find you. He runs up to you, hugging you excitedly, but still gently, from behind, having Besu voice his excitement.

“I knew it was you!”

Keru’s quick to add on,

“Why didn’t ya go all out against Ken, though? You’re a really strong blader!”

You take a quick look around, making sure that nobody else is in the area before taking off the mask and hoodie.

“I wanna keep it on the down low. Getting challenged left and right isn’t too fun. And I didn’t have the heart to go all out.”

The last part was muttered, but Ken heard it. He chose to ignore it, though.

“You don’t enjoy lots of battles?” Besu sounded like he was a mix of sad and curious.

“Well, I’ll be honest, I underestimated your friends. I didn’t think they’d be fun to battle, but I might just have to one of these days. I’ll only do it in a competition, though.”

Ken nods, then stands still for a second. It seems there’s a lot running through his mind. His smile grows all of a sudden, and he hugs you again.

“We need to battle for real sometime, okay?”

You embrace the hug, then let go, with your hands still on his hips. You nod, agreeing to it. You may not have the heart to go all out right away, but you’re sure that if you do it enough, one day you two could have a really all-out, fun battle. The two of you have to go separate ways since it’s dinner time, but not before you promise to battle him often.

As you walk off, he finds himself staring at you in amazement. That opponent surely wasn’t weak, you were already a couple of rounds deep in the tournament. He had come to watch the previous battle, which featured Valt, but ended up staying because he was curious about Valt’s possible future opponents. He had gotten quite the reality check instead, realizing how awesome his friend is. Yeah…friend.

That moment, Ken makes a big decision: 'That’s going to have to change. Next weekend.'

The next couple of days go by as usual, having lunch with the beyclub, and hanging out with Ken a couple of times throughout the week. Although, It’s hard to miss the way he seems to slowly inch closer to you when he’s near you, or how he may have messaged you a little more often than usual, asking how you were or if you remembered to eat.

But Tuesday, that all stopped. He went quiet. You didn’t receive a 'Good morning, see you at school!' text. He didn’t have Besu pitch into the conversation, nor did he have Keru butt in with any snarky remarks during the beyclub battles after school. He still answered when spoken to, but he seemed very… out of it. Dazed? Like he had something else on his mind. You were worried about him, especially since you planned on hanging out with him in a couple of days. You have been planning this late-night meeting for a while now, and you really hoped that he still intended on coming.

But he didn’t move away when you moved closer to him, and he didn’t flinch when you put your hand in his and rubbed your thumb against it. You wanted him to know that you’d be there for him, no matter what. You wanted to so badly tell him that you- no. That can wait.

The night finally came. The sun was almost done setting, and Ken still hadn’t made it to your house yet. Now this was getting worrying. After debating for a few minutes, you finally sent him a text.

[“Hey, we’re still on tonight, right?”]

[“Of course, I’m on my way.”]

You let out a sigh of relief, unsure of why you ever doubted him. Of course you could trust him, he was the person that you were closest to, the person you cared about the most.

You look up from your dark phone screen when you hear hurried footsteps. Ken speaks through Besu, telling you that his mom wanted help deep-cleaning the house. You give him a nod, and you gently grab his hand, (you grab Keru?), and lead him to your favorite clearing. You move the branches away, being careful as to not let them smack Ken when you let go.

Ken doesn’t notice that you two have made it to the clearing until you announce it, probably because the fairy lights weren’t on. You lead him to the blanket, getting him to make himself comfortable before finally turning on the lights with a “ta-daaa~”

You had meant for all this to feel a little silly, wanting to get rid of the tense atmosphere, but you immediately saw just about every worry leave Ken’s eyes as the lights flickered on. It’s like he was finally made aware of how dreamy the world could be, and it almost seemed as if his eyes twinkled when they met yours.

Must have just been the lights.

You sit beside him, eventually deciding to lie down once your arms got too strained from holding yourself up. The only thing filling the silence was the quiet buzzing of any nearby bugs, and the crickets. Ken let himself fall from his sitting position not too long after you did, and he was quick to pull you close to him. Impossibly close, even, as he had your head laying on his chest.

He’s never been this bold before, and you can easily tell that he’s nervous with how hard his heart is beating. You snuggle closer, if possible, and you’re almost on the brink of falling asleep. Before you can though, the fairy lights die out, allowing you to see the infinite amount of stars above you. There’s no better time than now.

“Hey.”

Ken slightly adjusts his head so his eyes can meet yours, but you don’t share his glance.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

His breath hitches. You catch the way his chest no longer moves up and down, and your lips waver, afraid you may have made a mistake. He most definitely understood what was implied, his reaction making it a dead giveaway.

It’s silent for what feels like hours, the only thing breaking it being his uneven breath. Then, his light sobs. You immediately half-sit up, focusing all your attention on Ken.

There’s a big, strained smile on his face, the kind that only shows when you’re the last person trying to convince yourself that everything’s alright. It begins to fade, and tears only begin to fall faster when you envelop him in a hug. He hugs you tighter, tighter than he ever has before, almost like he’s afraid to lose you. No, as if he’s afraid to leave you.

You back off by a couple inches when his weak hold finally allows it, and you bring a hand up to wipe one of the many tears from his cheek. You eventually have to courage to raise enough for Ken to hear.

“Ken…did I say something wrong? I never meant to hurt you, I’m so sorry-”

“It’s not your fault that you loved me.”

You both sit in silence. Your hand weakly starts to weigh itself down, away from his face, while he avoids any kind of eye contact. This was the first time you heard his voice.

“I…I don’t want to leave. I can’t just leave you, you mean so much to me!”

He begins to ramble, and it starts to become hard to understand him when the tears come right back.

“Ken, my love, I’d never leave you. What makes you think-”

“No, no, my family. My family’s puppet shows are making me travel. I have to change schools. I have to leave. I have to leave you.”

“Oh.”

That’s what that meant.

He’s leaving.

You may never see each other again.

“...When?”

“I need to start packing tomorrow. I also need to tell the bey club.”

You nod absentmindedly, you mind trying to come up with any possible, futile ways to keep him here. When nothing useful comes up, you slowly reach your hands around his torso and lay down. He allows it.

He can feel a wet spot form on his shirt, but he only embraces you tighter. He strokes your hair as gently as he can, resisting the urge to burst out into tears again. It’s much harder when the love of his life is past that point, lying on his chest, and there isn’t much else he can do as comfort.

You awake the next morning to rays of sunshine crossing your face, and you groggily attempt to sit up, but the arms wrapped around you won’t allow it. You quickly recognize the fluffy, black hair you grew so used to, and the area in the woods that you loved so much. That was all you needed as confirmation that no, none of what had happened was a dream. Your eyes want to well up again, but your body refuses, still tired from last night.

Finally, Ken’s grip loosens a bit when he takes in the situation as well, but it quickly tightens again when the two of you are sat back up.

“Don’t you still have to tell the beyclub?”

“...Yeah.”

Ken makes no effort to move until you do, grabbing his hand and letting him take the lead to wherever he had planned on meeting the club. Before he turned the corner, he takes a deep breath in and plasters the usual smile on his face. You hadn’t let go of his hand, so he currently only has Besu on.

You don’t plan on letting go any time soon.

Xander ends up interrupting the beyclub, and you all find yourselves at the Shakadera Dojo, the Beyclub battling the Swordflames. Halfway through the team battles, Daigo finally speaks up about something being off about Ken, and he slips his hand out of yours, swiftly making his way out of the dojo. You follow the beyclub, finally ending up at the top of a cliff, where they question Ken.

You know it hurts.

It hurts, even more, to say it out loud.

“Want me to tell them?”

He quickly looks your way, and his face is mixed with surprise, panic, sadness, and many other emotions. A slight nod towards you, and you somehow manage to utter out the words that Ken couldn’t. Only once it came to the part about him not wanting to leave could he finally speak up, and you could tell his eyes were starting to gloss over again, same as yours. It almost seemed as if a heavy weight was taken off his shoulders, only to be replaced with a heavier one. The clear emotions being shown by his friends didn’t help, and that made him want to get away as soon as possible.

Not paying attention to his surroundings, the rock beneath him crumbles, making him slip. He closes his eyes, preparing for the worst.

He opens his eyes to see your face, jam-packed with adrenaline. You pull him back up thanks to the help of the beyclub, and the two of you sit for a second, trying to comprehend everything that just happened.

Then, Daigo lays out the idea that everyone will still be friends no matter where you are. That gives the rest of the club hope, and Ken’s eyes fill with determination. The two of you stand up, and you piggy-back off off Daigo’s idea, assuring him that you’ll be there for him no matter where you are.

You refuse to let go of his hand once again, up until he has to get into the truck to make his way to his new home.

“Hey, don’t forget to shoot me a text anytime, okay?”

Your nerves are getting the better of you, but Ken reassures you that he’ll keep in contact. He pulls you in for one last hug.

He doesn’t let go until his mom calls to him, and even then he waits another minute.

“I love you. And distance won’t change that. Don’t get hung up on me, though, go enjoy life.”

You let out a sad chuckle,

“As if I could ever move on. I’ll still love you, even with the distance.”

One last deep breath and he gets in the truck that begins to drive off.

The beyclub members shout their last goodbyes and you give the last word;

“Be safe, Love!”

May.21.23

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diaviz · 3 years ago

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Revancha ; Wakiya Murasaki x fem!reader

[Beyblade Burst]

—¡Let it rip!—exclamó lanzando su bey a la arena.

Wyvron cayó en la arena a la perfección.

—Mmm... ¡no es suficiente! ¡vamos, sé que puedes hacerlo mejor!—nuevamente gritó haciendo sus manos puños.

Wakiya llevaba horas entrenando, algo que era normal en él, pero ésta vez era diferente.

Una semana atrás se había enfrentado a una chica que recién había llegado a la escuela, se veía como un clara novata así que pensó que sería divertido arruinar sus sueños veciendola, solo para pasar el rato.

Pero... oh no.

Ella ganó un con final explosivo en la primera batalla.

La había subestimado, lo admitía. Por eso debía conseguir una revancha y vencerla para recuperar su orgullo perdido en aquella derrota.

—No descansaremos hasta vencerla... —murmuró volviendo a lanzar a su bey.

« Sólo tuvo suerte, ella ni nadie es rival para mí. Tengo que demostrar que soy el mejor » Pensó aquél rubio algo cansado de tanto entrenar.

—¡Wakiya!—gritó cierto chico de cabello azúl entrando al gimnasio juntos con sus amigos—. Te estábamos buscando para ir a mi casa, ¡mi mamá preparó un delicioso pan bey!—informó saboreando dicha comida.

—¡Justo eso estoy haciendo así que no molesten!—contestó sin desviar su mirada de la arena.

—¡Podemos entrenar contigo!—volvió a gritar Valt acercándose a la arena.

—Estoy bien entrenando por mí cuenta. —se quejó mirando con fastidio al de menor estatura cuando se colocó frente a la arena observando a su bey con admiración.

—Hoji nos dijo que llevas entrenando mucho tiempo. —mencionó Daigo acercándose junto a sus amigos, para irritación del rubio.

—Se nota, sólo miren lo sudado que está. —comentó aquella marioneta azúl con dientes filosos controlado por Ken.

—Oh, estás entrenando así para vencer aquella chica que te gano hace una semana, ¿no?—preguntó con una sonrisa el más alto.

—¿Q-Qué? ¡¿cómo lo sabes?!—interrogó alarmado. No recordaba que aquél rubio estuviera presente en la batalla.

—Toda la escuela lo sabe, hermano. —respondió con gracia mientras sonreía.

Claro, toda la escuela se enteraría que el gran y fantástico Wakiya perdió una batalla contra la chica nueva.

Wyvron se había detenido en medio de la arena.

—Mmm... ¡Bueno, eso no importa! Ella solo tuvo algo de suerte, pero le acabará cuando tengamos la revancha y Wyvron venza a su bey. Así que si me disculpan, necesito seguir entrenando a solas. —tomó a su bey de la arena antes de hacer lo mismo con una botella de agua y una toalla antes de salir del gimnasio.

—Ah... yo quería entrenar con él. —murmuró el de cabello azul decepcionado.

—Oye Audaz. —lo llamó Daigo—. ¿Cómo se llamaba la chica contra la que perdió Wakiya?

—Creo que... sí, ______. Llegó hace poco a la escuela, dicen que su bey es muy poderoso.

—Debe serlo si venció a Wakiya. —dedujo la marioneta café con dientes cuadrados.

—De ser así ya quiero tener una batalla con ella. —sonrió con entusiasmo Valt.

[...]

Aquella chica de cabello (c/c) se encontraba mirando a su rival en el suelo, quien miraba incrédula a su bey desarmado.

—¡Electric Storm gana dos puntos por un final explosivo! ¡______ gana con un marcador de dos a cero!—gritó aquél chico que hacía de árbitro.

La chica tomó su bey avergonzada de su derrota.

______ la observó sin interés, se dio media vuelta y comenzó a caminar.

—¡E-Espera! ¡esto no se quedará así!—la detuvo poniéndose de pie—. ¡La próxima vez te derrotaré!

—Lo creeré cuando lo hagas. —respondió sin siquiera voltear a verla antes de seguir su camino.

Todos eran buenos para hablar pero no para cumplir con lo que decían. Nadie había podido derrotar a la de ojos (c/o) y estaba segura que nadie lo haría.

Solo era pura palabrería inútil.

Aún sin detenerse, ______ miró a su bey, en su mano, y sonrío.

« Lo hiciste de nuevo, Storm. Bien hecho »

Cada vez que ganaba una batalla no podía evitar estar feliz con su bey por eso, sabía lo poderoso que se había vuelto desde la primera batalla que tuvieron y estaba orgullosa del progreso que tenían juntos.

—¡ALTO!

Escuchó un grito detrás suyo.

Con curiosidad hizo caso y se detuvo, volteó encontrándose con aquél rubio.

Había estado presente sin ser visto durante la batalla... aunque de hecho, había estado presente durante todas las batallas que había tenido la chica desde que lo venció...

—¿Ajá...?

—¡Te reto a una batalla bey!—finalmente habló.

Ella se le quedó mirando unos segundos antes de formar una media sonrisa en sus labios.

—¿Vienes por una revancha... Wyvron?

No recordaba el nombre del muchacho pero sí el de su bey. Recordaba el nombre de los bey's a los que se había enfrentado en el pasado a la perfección.

—¿Qué acaso no recuerdas mi nombre?—cuestionó indignado—. Wakiya Murasaki, recuerda muy bien ese nombre porque será el que te venza.

—... Sí, lo creeré cuando lo vea. —repitió. Lo observó de nuevo, notó que mantenía una expresión molesta y sonrió de nuevo—. Mmm... ¿Seguro que quieres enfrentarme?

—¡Por supuesto! Tu victoria no fue más que cuestión de suerte, pero se te acabará una vez que tenga mi revancha. Wyvron destruirá a tu bey. —proclamó mostrando su bey.

—... De acuerdo, si tú lo dices. —se encogió de hombros y se dio media vuelta para comenzar a caminar.

—¿Qué?... ¡¿a dónde vas?!

—No podemos tener una batalla aquí, necesitamos una arena. —respondió volteando a verlo.

Wakiya murmuró un "claro" sintiéndose un poco tonto por preguntar algo obvio.

Ambos se dirigieron a arena más cercana.

Solo serían él y ella, listos para su revancha. Aunque era el rubio quien más la ansiaba, había estado practicando mucho para esa batalla.

—¿Listo?

—Siempre.

Los dos se colocaron en posición, preparando su lanzador.

« No puedo perder. Debo demostrar que soy el mejor en el beyblade, que soy mejor que... ella »

Pensó aquel rubio con una expresión seria.

« Soy Homero el malo, soy Homero el malo, soy Homero el malo »

Pensó la (c/c) murmurando la tonada de la canción.

Estaban listos.

—¡3! ¡2! ¡1!... ¡let it rip!—gritaron en unísono lanzando su bey a la arena.

Wyvron cayó a la perfección a la arena posicionándose en el centro mientras que Electric Storm cayó tambaleándose un poco.

El lanzamiento de la (c/c) había sido débil y se podría decir... flojo.

—Parece que tu suerte se acabó. —comentó con burla.

—Eso parece...

Esa respuesta consiguió confundir a su rival, él cual a este punto ya se había dado cuenta de lo extraña que era la chica.

Negó con la cabeza.

Quería distraerlo, era tan obvio.

En su anterior batalla, Electric Storm en su primer movimento había chocado con Wyvron, dando un final explosivo.

Ésta vez era diferente porque Wyvron había logrado soportar los golpes de Electric, y no solo eso si no que logró sacar a su adversario de la arena.

Esto sorprendió a ______.

—¡Bien, Wyvron!—festejó Wakiya orgulloso de su bey.

—Veo que se ha vuelto más fuerte... y en tan sólo una semana, aunque no me sorprende tanto. —pensó en voz alta con una sonrisa.

La observó con el ceño fruncido, no parecía estar preocupada o molesta por haber perdido un punto.

—Y pronto verás de lo que es capaz Wyvron.

—¿Eso significa que aún no he visto nada?

—¿Ah... ? ¡Exacto, aún no has visto nada!

Ambos se prepararon y volvieron a lanzar a sus beys a la arena para continuar con su batalla.

Wakiya al tener un punto de su lado se sentía más seguro que nunca. Volvió a mirar a su rival, la cual miraba la batalla con una expresión neutral mientras tarareaba una canción y movía su cabeza a ese ritmo.

No entendía cómo podía estar tan tranquila, más cuando iba a perder contra él.

______ alzó la mirada y se percató que la observaba, el de ojos azules rápidamente desvío la mirada avergonzado.

En ese momento los dos beys salieron volando de la arena cayendo al mismo tiempo al suelo.

El rubio maldijo en voz baja, se había distrajo, pudo haber perdido... y al mismo tiempo hizo que ella se distrajera.

—Vamos, de nuevo...—habló ella tomando su bey y el de él para dárselo.

Lo aceptó sin decir nada y se puso en posición, ésta vez iba a estar más concentrado, nada lo iba a distraer.

Ni siquiera ella...

—¡Let it rip!

Lanzaron por tercera vez su bey a la arena.

—¡Es hora de acabar con esto! ¡Shield Crash!—exclamó observando a su bey.

—¡Vamos, Electric Storm! ¡Shower!

Los dos bey hicieron su ataque, estuvieron resistiendo los ataques de si rival por un rato hasta que Electric consiguió velocidad y se acercó de esta manera a Wyvron chocando con el, dándole la victoria por un final explosivo... nuevamente.

Wakiya miró todo sorprendido. No podía creerlo, había perdido de nuevo.

—Creo que mi suerte no se ha ido. —comentó con gracia ______.

—... ¡No es posible! ¡no pude haber perdido otra vez!—sus manos viajaron a sus cabellos y tiro de ellos furioso.

—Has mejorado pero aún no es suficiente para vencerme, lo siento Wakiya Murasaki. —dijo tomando a Wyvron de la arena para armarlo—. Nunca había visto un bey como Wyvron, tiene mucho potencial para seguir volviéndose más fuerte y evolucionar.

—No necesito los comentarios de algo que ya sé, y mucho menos de alguien como tú. —arrebató a Wyvron una vez lo armó.

—Sólo digo... Oye, podríamos entrenar juntos. —Wakiya abrió los ojos sorprendido ante esa propuesta

—¿Qué te hace pensar que haría algo como eso?

—Así podrías seguir viéndome. —contestó encogiendose de hombros. Wakiya sintió sus mejillas arder por la pena, rápidamente desvío la mirada—. Aunque, solo sería agradable practicar con un bey tan poderoso como el mío. Hasta ahora eres el único en la escuela que me ha podido dar batalla.

Él alzó una ceja. Había atacado su zona más débil... su ego.

—Por supuesto, soy el mejor. —la observó y tosió falsamente—. Supongo que podría hacer el sacrificio de entrenar contigo, pero eso no significa que dejaré de entrenar hasta tener una revancha real y ganarte de una vez por todas. Así te demostraré a ti y a todos que soy el mejor beyblader del mundo.

—Claro, si tú lo dices. —contestó con algo de burla, a lo que él frunció el ceño—. Mañana estaré lista para entrenar juntos. Hasta entonces, Wakiya Murasaki. —se despidió antes de marcharse.

El rubio chasqueó la lengua sabiendo que se arrepentirá de aceptar esa propuesta. Aún así, se iba a preparar más que nunca para esa revancha.

« Mmm... Al menos ahora recordará mi nombre »

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