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Mayblade Day 20: Horizon
** ran out of time with this one so I recycled something from last year
The sun had begun to dip towards the horizon, casting a pink haze over the pond and over the dragon’s wings, making them sparkle like a million tiny diamonds.
“She’s magnificent,” a voice said quietly from behind her. She turned around to see Matt standing at the edge of the pond.
“Yes,” Steph agreed as he moved to join her on the bridge. He leaned up against the guard rail, looking up at the dragon in awe. Then it dawned on her. He could see Seraphina!
“When did you - ” she broke off, unable to contain her excitement. “How long have you been able to see them?”
Matt merely shrugged his shoulders. “A while now,” he admitted. “First it was like seeing a hazy coloured light. Then it started to take shape - this is the clearest I’ve seen her.”
As if on queue, the mighty dragon banked her wings. She skimmed the surface of the pond, the tips of her wings sending a gentle spray of water in their direction, making Matt jump back from the railing in surprise.
Steph stared at the dragon in awe - she had never seen Seraphina interact with another human in such a way. Show off, she scolded the spirit and was rewarded with Seraphina’s toothy grin. The dragon was enjoying herself.
“How?” she asked.
Again he shrugged. “I did what you told me to,” he said. “I just believed.”
She could only stare at him in disbelief.
“Careful, Summers,” he said, the corners of his lip twitching upwards. “You’ll get wrinkles if you think too hard.”
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Mayblade: No prompt entry 2
… when the bladebreakers go to France
“He has no idea what you’re talking about,” Becky told her, smiling politely at the police officer. “He thinks you’re looking for a girl in a red hat.”
“Well what do you expect,” she exclaimed,
“My French is terrible.”
“Here,” Matt said quietly, taking the photograph from her and turning then addressing the police officer in some of the most well spoken French Steph had ever heard. After a brief exchange, the officer handed back the photograph and pointed towards the Siene.
“Please tell me Daichi’s not sleeping with the fishes,” Becky grumbled.
“He says he headed south along the river bank towards town,” Matt told them, handing the photograph back to Steph. “We’re about a half hour behind him on foot.”
Becky sighed. “Well that’s a relief,” she said, starting off along the river and beckoning them to follow. “Stupid Daichi running off. What was he thinking. This isn’t Okinawa - someone’s going to see him and pickpocket that stupid little bag on a stick he carries everywhere.”
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No Sacrifice ramblings #1
“Is he right, do you think?”
“About what?”
“About all of you being able to work together?” he elaborated. “Tala looks as though he wants to strangle Garland.”
“No, his face always looks like that. After a while you stop noticing it.”
- Ray and Steph, NSNV Part II
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Mayblade: No Prompt entry #1
I can’t do prompts this year so …. Here’s some bladebreaker shenanigans from No Sacrifice
Grandpa’s truck had to be as old as he was, or at least it felt like it was when Steph climbed into the driver’s seat. The front seat was in fact one long bench and the gear stick was on the steering column.
“It’s manual,” she said, dismayed.
Tyson shrugged his shoulders from the passenger seat. “What did you expect? Automatic transmission wasn’t around in the eighties.”
The passenger door creaked open and Becky clambered into the back seat. She was dressed all in black and even had a beanie to match.
“Think you might be taking this a little seriously? We’re not robbing the Louvre.” Steph remarked.
“And a good thing too because this would be a terrible getaway car,” Becky remarked, tucking her fine strands of blonde hair beneath the beanie. “What year is this anyway?”
“Old,” Tyson replied with a grin, making Steph want to strangle him just a bit. “Okay, so the truck’s not the most inconspicuous vehicle, but it’s better than walking, right?”
Steph had to admit, walking didn’t sound at all appealing, so she relented and turned the key. To her surprise, the engine rattled to life.
“Here we go,” she muttered, putting the truck in gear and letting it roll onto the street.
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Mayblade Day 15: Shadow
She saw the familiar figure of her old team captain sitting on the porch step, his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands.
“Kai?” she asked.
“Yeah?”
“Is there a reason you’re sitting on the doorstep instead of inside?”
The Russian teen hesitated.
“I may have - what’s Tyson’s word for it?”
“Chickened out?” Steph suggested. She dug through her pocket for her front door keys. “Come on,” she said. “Grandpa’s hot chocolate is a good ice breaker - figuratively speaking of course.”
She couldn’t be certain in the shadows of the porch light, but she thought she saw Kai smile as he rose to his feet and followed her inside.
#beyblade#beyblade fanfiction#steph summers#kai hiwatari#platonic#platonic relationships#tyson granger#mayblade 2024
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Mayblade Day 11: Music
“Not this again,” Becky grumbled, glaring at the fluorescent yellow bluetooth speaker that lay carelessly abandoned on the beach in front of them, blasting the lyrics to a pop rock song from a sequel movie the team knew all too well.
“How come every eighties movie has to get a sequel this century?” Tyson grumbled.
“And how come your brother has to make us watch every sequel?” Steph groaned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It was far to early for Hiro’s shennanigans. If he had brought a speaker to their impromptu training session, it could only mean one thing.
“Heads up,” their coaches voice was unwelcomingly cheerful at such an early hour of the morning as he tossed a soccer ball towards them, hitting an unsuspecting Max squarely in the back of the head.
“Ow,” the American grumbled, rubbing his head.
Hiro grinned. “I gave you fair warning,” he said. “I think I’ll pick the teams today. How about … Kai, Tyson, Steph and Daichi on one team, and Ray, Max, Hilary and Becky on the other.”
Too groggy from sleep to argue, the Bladebreakers divided themselves as instructed. Ordinarily, Hiro would have scolded them for their lack of enthusiasm for his team building activities - but this time he had an ace up his sleeve to get them interested.
“Winning team gets an all you can eat buffet breakfast!”
“Out of the way Max,” Tyson exclaimed, snatching up the ball from the sand and taking off down the beach. “That buffet has my name on it!”
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But I ain't worried 'bout it right now (right now)
Keeping dreams alive (hey!), 1999, heroes
I ain't worried 'bout it right now (right now)
Swimmin' in the floods (hey!), dancing on the clouds below
I ain't worried 'bout it
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Mayblade Day 5: Cards
A snippet from my oneshot: Majestic Victory
It's the first day of the World Championship tournament and the rejuvenated Majestics team are prepping for their match against the BBA Revolution. All is calm and orderly as the team goes through their pre match preparations....
"Johnny, let me out!" Oliver yelled out as his Scottish team-mate attempted to lock him in one of the lockers.
"Johnny, stop fooling around, we have a match in ten minutes and we still haven't decided who's going first!" Robert snapped. He glowered across the locker room at his teammate, who grinned and snapped the lock shut, leaving little Oliver trapped inside.
Backing away from the locker he admired his handy work. "Why don't we just do it the old fashioned way?" he suggested. When nobody objected, Robert shrugged and pulled out his trusted deck of cards.
"Be my guest," he said, offering one to Enrique.
Enrique drew a card. "Ten of diamonds," he declared.
Robert nodded and passed the deck to Johnny.
Johnny drew two cards. "One for Oliver," he said, sliding the card through the crack in the locker door. "Thanks!" Oliver called, fetching the card. "Queen of Hearts!" he cried out. "Top that Johnny."
Johnny smirked and flipped over his own card. "King of Spades," he announced proudly, watching as Robert drew the final card and turned it over.
"Ace of clubs," he announced. "Oliver goes first, Johnny will go second, I'll take the third match, and Enrique warms the bench … again."
Enrique huffed. "Again?" he grumbled. "One of these days…"
"Would the Majestics and the BBA Revolution report to the stadium please, your match will start in approximately five minutes." The announcement over the speaker broke into their conversation and Enrique's protests.
Robert got to his feet. "Alright," he said. "Let's go team."
" 'Let's go team'?" Enrique repeated as he and Johnny followed their captain out of the locker room. "That's the best pep talk you could come up with?"
"It's more than what Kai would say," Johnny mused as he shut the door behind him. "By the way, I don't care what order we're in, Kai's mine. Robert can have the big mouthed bass."
"Big mouthed bass?" Enrique repeated. "Oh, right… Tyson."
Their voices trailed away, leaving the locker room in complete silence. The silence was finally broken when Oliver said. "Umm…does anyone mind letting me out…I think I'm starting to run out of air in here."
#bakuten shoot beyblade#beyblade fanfiction#beyblade#mayblade#mayblade 2024#johnny mcgregor#robert jurgens
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Mayblade Day 4: Gender Swap
(I took liberty with my interpretation on this one. Since Kenny is the bladebreakers engineer, I wrote about a female engineer character instead…)
(The lovely Kiya belongs to @soclonely )
Whether it was the haphazardly organised appearance of her office or the way in which she glided through the room with single minded focus while chatting at a million words a minute, Steph could tell immediately that she liked Kiya.
“Once upon a time people made beyblades out of wood and plastic, but these days, with the development of three-d printing, you can make a beyblade out of almost anything if you put your mind to it.”
She tossed one of the beyblades in Steph’s direction, confident her reflexes would allow her to catch it - and they did, just … Turning the beyblade over in her hand, she inspected it closely.
“I’ve never seen a material like this.”
“You wouldn’t have,” Kiya told her. “I created it myself. That’s what Mr Dickenson hired me to do - design beyblades that can better withstand the demands of your bitbeast’s power. Do you have an idea of what kind of beyblade you want to make.”
Steph rifled through her bag. “I have some sketches…”
“Let me see,” Kiya said, snatching the sketchbook gently from Steph’s hands and beginning to rifle through it.
“You’ve switched out your weight disk?” Kiya mused, her words more of a statement than a question. “And in addition to a heavier weight disk you’ve gone for a winged attack ring - that’s good; the heavier weight disk will give the projections on the edge of your attack ring a higher impact.”
“That’s kinda what we’re going for,” Steph replied. She was amazed that Kiya had gotten all that information from a handful of, let’s face it, subpar sketches.
Kiya pondered this information, then snapped the notebook shit and walked over to the wall where she’d hung a periodic table of the elements.
“What element does your bitbeast wield?”
“Seraphina is a fire dragon.”
Kiya ran her finger over the elements on the table, hovering over the transitional elements until she settled on one in the middle of the table.
“Tungsten has the the highest melting point of any metal and low thermal expansion due to its strong metallic bonds,” she explained. “It should easily be able to withstand the heat of Seraphina’s attacks. But - tungsten is brittle, and quite frankly, difficult to work with.”
“Alloying small quantities of steel with it would counteract that,” Matt supplied. “And it won’t compromise its overall durability.”
Kiya frowned, looking annoyed at the interruption. “Ten points to captain obvious,” she muttered, reaching for the sketch book once again and a pen. She scribbled something into the margins of the page and handed it back to Steph.
“If you leave the designs with me, I can have the parts to you by the weekend.”
“That soon?” Steph exclaimed, unable to hide her surprise. “That’s only three days!” She was used to Kenny working fast, but even he couldn’t put an entire beyblade together in three days.
Kiya just shrugged. “Girl, find me some caffeine and I’ll have it done in two.”
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Mayblade Day 1: Lights
The stadium lights were blinding when she stepped out onto the stadium floor amidst the cheers and excited shouts of the crowd.
She looked down at her right hand. Her midnight blue HMS beyblade sparkled, showing off the brand new attack ring Kenny had installed in the locker rooms only minutes earlier. He had promised her it would be good enough to stand up to Carlos. She desperately hoped he was right. In the centre of the beyblade, the emblem of the dragon shone brightly.
Vaguely, she heard the referee’s announcement, calling the competitors to the dish. She took a breath, and then she stepped forward as the crowd around her erupted into cheers of excitement and anticipation.
This is it, the anxious voice inside her head told her. It was time to prove to the world what she could do.
Her teammates were already assembled and waiting for her. It had been Kai’s decision to change the line up at the last minute - with a draw and a loss behind them, her captain knew they were backed into a corner. Now her teammates were counting on her to keep them in the game.
As she approached the bench, Max and Tyson each patted her on the back and shared words of encouragement. Ray gave her arm a gently squeeze as Becky pressed her launcher and ripcord into her hands. “You can do this,” she said, her voice full of determination and confidence in her cousin’s abilities.
She glanced in Kai’s direction and her captain nodded wordlessly before her coach pulled her aside. Hiro placed his hands on her shoulders. “Remember Steph,” he told her. “Your beyblade is like an extension of yourself. Believe that it’s good enough to defeat Carlos. Believe that you are good enough to beat him.” He squeezed her shoulders gently. “You won’t lose.”
She nodded her head. “Okay, coach.”
She didn’t look to the stands as she approached the dish - she knew he would be there watching her. Slowly, she ascended the steps to the area, her anticipation building as she climbed higher, higher until she could see across the field to her opponent. The announcer’s voice echoed through the stadium.
"And the hopes of the entire team rest on the shoulders of their Vice Captain. If they don’t win this round, the Bladebreakers will lose the match and their chance at the Championship title."
She clipped Seraphina securely into her launcher, the rip cord held tight in her hands. Across from her, Carlos stood ready, his beyblade held over the dish, a menacing look on his face.
“Beybladers at the ready,” Jazzman told them.
Steph took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She felt the spirit of the bitbeast inside her beyblade gently brush against her consciousness, reassuring her that she was not in this fight alone and when she opened her eyes again, she could no longer the sounds of the crowd or the jeers from the Bladesharks’ bench. This was her moment. She took her stance, beyblade and launcher poised over the stadium and waited for Jazzman’s count.
Three. Two. One … Let it Rip!
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Truth Or Dare
Written as part of my prep for Mayblade, a team bonding scene prior to the Bladebreakers match with the Demolition Boys
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In the hours after they returned from the lake and after they’d all thawed out from the cold, the Bladebreakers gathered in their hotel room with snacks Kai had fetched them from the closest convenience store.
“Take all my rupees,” Tyson had declared. “I offer it all in the name of snacks.”
Tyson’s cash had been enough for two whole boxes of snacks, including popcorn, American candy and an assortment of Russian delicacies that Steph had never seen before, but she quickly recognised the picture of a peppermint leaf on a chocolate bar and snatched it up.
Becky found a bowl and popped the popcorn in the microwave. “Let’s play truth or dare,” she suggested.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Steph said hesitantly. “We need to concentrate on being a team tonight, not almost killing each other.”
“Aww, don’t be a buzzkill,” Tyson jeered, nudging her in the ribs gently to assure her he was only teasing. “Daring your friends to do reckless stuff is how some of the best friendships are made.”
“He has a point,” Ray agreed with a shrug. “But maybe we should agree now that no one gets dared to steal anything.”
“Fair point,” Max agreed, “can’t beat the Demolition Boys from prison.”
“Unless they end up in prison too,” Becky added. “Oooh, that’s an idea…”
“No,” Kai said, in his most serious, no nonsense voice. “No one is going to jail. But otherwise Truth of Dare is a good idea.”
Steph scowled at him. “I warned you,” she said.
It wasn’t as terrible as she thought it would be. They learned the truth about Ray’s fear of werewolves, dared Tyson to eat his popcorn out of his hat and Max was forced to stuff as many Oreos in his mouth as he could at once. After almost choking down the last one, he rounded on Steph.
“Steph’s up,” he declared, far too cheerfully for the Italian beyblader’s liking. “Truth or dare?”
Steph hesitated, then as she caught sight of Becky, looking far too happy as she munched on a handful of popcorn, a wicked idea occurred to her. “Truth,” she said and grinned. “Becky’s not a real blonde.”
Tyson, Max and Ray gasped and the room fell silent as Becky looked up, her hand buried into the popcorn bucket. She met Steph’s gaze, and for a fleeting moment, Steph wondered if she might have gone a step too far. Then all of a sudden, Becky raised her popcorn filled hand and launched the popped kernals in her cousin’s direction and chaos ensued.
“Blasphemy!” Becky roared as popcorn went everywhere and Steph ducked behind Tyson, using his body as a shield.
“Why am I getting dragged into this?” Tyson yelped helplessly.
“I call foul play!” Becky went on, this time upending the entire bucket of popcorn on top of them both. “The truth is supposed to be about you!” She whirled around, empty popcorn bucket in hand causing both Max and Ray to duck for cover as she turned to their captain for reason. “Referee, a decision please?”
Kai took a moment to deliberate then, with a wicked grin, declared, “I’ll allow it.”
“TRAITOR!” Becky bellowed, and launched the popcorn bucket at her captain.
“Oho,” Ray winced sympathetically as Kai swore, ducking behind the couch as Becky descended on him, taking up a cushion as her new weapon. “He’s caused a mutiny.”
“Guess that means we have a decision to make,” Max decduced, as he too took up a pillow. Then he grinned at his teammates. “Well, are we a team or not?”
Tyson, Ray and Steph exchanged glances, then in silent agreement they nodded and armed themselves with pillows and blankets (and even a bag of skittles in Steph’s case.
“MUTINY!” Tyson bellowed as he led the charge, Becky cheering madly.
Kai realised his mistake all too late as he covered his head with his arms as the onslaught began. “Guys, wait - let’s talk about this!” he wailed helplessly.
But it was no use, he realised dismally. After the incident at the lake, the Bladebreakers were indeed a team, and a force to be reckoned with. As Kai was pelted with pillow after pillow and skittles rained from the ceiling, he knew for certain that whatever the Demolition Boys threw at them tomorrow, they would face it as a tea
#steph summers#beyblade#beyblade fanfiction#tyson kinomiya#tyson granger#ray kon#rei Kon#max tate#max mizuhara#kaixoc#kai hiwatari#mayblade2024#Mayblade 2024#Mayblade
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Concept art for my OC’s beyblade done in preparation for Mayblade.
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ZOIDS:Tears from the Heart except
"I've managed to gather you a handful of pilots," Herman told her, nodding his head toward a group of soldiers on the other side of the hanger bay. "They're all skilled close combat pilots."
"There's five of them," she replied, double checking her count. They were going into what might just be one of the most important battles of the decade, and all Herman had managed to scrape up was five zoid pilots. A standard squadron was composed of eight.
"You want me to go up against the Deathsaurer with only five zoids behind me?"
"Six."
Matt had returned to the hanger wearing an imperial pilots' uniform. His expression was one of determination, a solider ready to fight.
"I'm coming with you," he told her. "If you'll have me."
She hadn't known him when he came to her rescue in New Helic City. Now she realised she may never get the chance to.
Yet he stood before her, all but pledging an allegiance to her, willing to follow her into a battle they had no hope of surviving.
We've had no hope before, a voice in the back of her mind reminded her.
"We may not come out of this alive," she warned him half-heartedly. She hardly expected to change his mind.
"I'll take my chances," he told her with a grin. “You might get lucky again."
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Tears from the heart snippet - Zoids
She had to jog to catch up to him.
She caught him by the sleeve of his jacket and almost stumbled into him when he stopped abruptly. He caught her, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist, exactly as they had in the ruins.
“That was reckless,” she told him, struggling to keep her voice level. The touch of his fingers against the skin of her lower back made her skin tingle. “Going up against the Deathstinger.”
“I promised you I would protect you,” he reminded her.
“You could have been killed,” she insisted.
He raised an eyebrow. “So could you,” he reminded her. “Doesn’t that make you just as reckless?”
“What?” She hesitated. “I guess ... No!” She shook her head insistently. “I’m a Guardian Force pilot - its what I do. Your job is to - ”
“Protect you,” he supplied. He seemed to find her reaction amusing.
He reached up a hand and brushed a strand of hair from her face while his other arm, wrapped around her waist pulled her to him. He kissed her.
At first, it was a gentle brush of his lips against hers. The second kiss was bolder, his lips firm and unwavering against hers. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she reached up to touch his face and run her hands through his hair. It was softer than she imagined it would be. She clung to him, and she was surprised when she traced her fingers down the back of his neck that he shivered. His breath, which came in short rasps between kisses, made her skin tingle.
She didn’t want this moment to end, and neither, it seemed did he. They clung to each other, their minds racing and their breaths coming in gasps.
Reluctantly, he broke the kiss, his fingers still entwined in her hair, holding her to him. Her skin burned beneath his touch. He rested his forehead against hers. She caught the look in his blue eyes, one of fierce determination and loyalty. “I told you,” he said. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
She believed him.
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Oneshot: To the Moon and back again
He found her on the rooftop, curled beneath a thick blanket she’d dragged up from their living room. She stirred as he approached, blinking sleep from her eyes. “Matt?”
He smiled apologetically. “Am I late?”
She yawned softly, shaking her head and glanced up at the sky. “You’re just in time - it looks like the moon is about to enter earth’s umbral shadow.”
Once the eclipse began, it would progress rapidly until the entirety of the moon was obscured by the earth.
She shuffled over on the blanket so he could join her, and when he did, she snuggled into him, snaking her hands underneath his jacket in an attempt to pilfer some warmth.
“How many days,” she asked.
Matt was silent for a moment, looking up at the sky. The cratered surface of the moon stared back at him, beckoning him from four hundred thousand kilometres away. “Apollo 8 made it there in just under seventy hours.”
Three days, She thought and taking a moment to admire just how far he’d come.
“They won’t accept me,” he’d told her when he was applying to the Special Defence Forces. “They don’t just pick anyone to be an astronaut, you know.”
But she’d known better. In fact, from the moment he submitted the application, she knew he would be going to the moon - but neither of them had expected it to be so soon.
“When do you leave?”
There was a hint of reluctance in his voice when he answered. “Tomorrow morning.”
Her heart sank. So soon?
“They’re flying the astronauts families to Florida next week,” he added.
“So T.K will go with you?” she asked, feeling somewhat resentful. Of course she understood why NASA had their protocols, but that didn’t mean she had to like it.
“About that,” he said, and he reached into his pocket. She felt her heart skip a beat. In his hands was a ring box.
“This wasn’t how I planned on giving this to you, but given the circumstances - ”
“Yes,” she said at once, then covered her mouth with her hands - he hadn’t even asked her a question yet.
He laughed, half with amusement and half with relief as he opened the box. With hands that trembled ever so slightly, he slid the ring onto her third finger.
“I love it,” she told him, admiring the purple stone in the centre of the setting. “And I love you, even if it’s go the moon, and back again.”
He laughed. “I’m counting on it.”
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When you put the finishing touches on a piece you started >12 months ago and finally finish it
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AU / Crossover Challenge: Beginnings
It was well after dark by the time Steph reached her dorm. Flopping onto her bed, she pulled out her phone and selected the most recent missed call. The line rang twice before her cousin answered.
“Matt Ishida is my lab partner.”
“Wait -“ the phone shook violently as Becky flipped the camera around so that Steph could see her face. It was close to midnight in Paris and it was obvious the call had woken her up.
“Dickenson’s grandson? The one that hates beyblading?”
Steph nodded, figuring that seemed like an accurate enough description. She heard the rustle of food packets as her cousin dug into her snacks.
“What’s he doing at Oxford?”
“He’s doing the summer science program, same as me,” Steph said with a shrug. “Said something about wanting to become an engineer.”
Somehow, the fact that Matt had already figured out what he wanted to do when he graduated high school and she hadn’t made Steph like him even less.
“Nerd,” Becky teased, helping herself to a handful of popcorn. “So - is he hot?”
“Becky!”
Her cousins laughter reverberated through her AirPods, prompting Steph to mash the volume down button to preserve her hearing.
“It’s a valid question,” her cousin insisted, following by the crunch of a cookie. Great, now she was making Steph hungry. “How long has it been since you last saw him? A year?”
“At least,” Steph guessed, trying to do the math in her head. As the grandson of the Chairman of the BBA, it was inevitable that they would cross paths on occasion. In fact, the first time they’d met, she’d actually found him rather charming.
She’d been visiting the BBA office in Paris during the Bladebreakers first tour of Europe. Mr Dickenson had requested an update following Tyson’s match with Oliver, so she’d snuck off from her teammates while Tyson finished another bottomless brunch at the hotel. Of course, Dickenson had forgotten their meeting and his assistant instructed her to wait in the lobby.
Steph couldn’t remember who struck up the conversation first - had he commented on the book she’d been reading while she waited, or had she caught a glimpse what was playing on his iPod? Whichever the case, the discussion that followed suggested that in another place and time they would be friends, possibly more.
When she’d introduced herself as a beyblader however, his attitude toward her suddenly turned cold.
She had never found out why Matt disliked beyblading so much, especially when his younger brother, T.K, was one of Tyson’s biggest fans.
“You didn’t answer my other question,” Becky’s pout could be heard between the sound of crumbling cookies, drawing Steph’s attention back to the conversation at hand. “Is he good looking at least?”
“He’s not … unattractive,” Steph conceded. “His personality on the other hand …”
Becky laughed again, this time so hard that the phone tumbled out of her hand and hit the floor with a thud and Steph glared at the now empty screen. “I’m not kidding,” she said. “His attitude makes Kai seem like a Ray of sunshine.”
“I give it a week,” Becky said. “Two tops - before you’re making out with him in the library surrounded by the works of Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde.”
“Fat chance of that,” Steph grumbled, ignoring Becky’s cackle as they said their goodbyes before hanging up.
The only time she, Steph Summers, would be caught making out with the likes of Matt Ishida in the library was when hell froze over. Or so she thought …
#steph summers#beyblade#beyblade fanfiction#beyblade oc#digimon fanfiction#becky carter#digimon adventure#yamato ishida
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When you feel nostalgic and revisit Adventure…
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Suddenly and without warning, the door swung open to reveal a small child with short brown hair. She looked up, her brown eyes widening in surprise that quickly morphed into excitement when she saw the Digimon in Steph’s arms.
“Oh wow! You have a Digimon too,” the girl exclaimed.
Steph blinked, then slowly looked down at the Digimon who grew suddenly very still in her arms.
“How do you know …” she began, then she stopped herself. She could figure out the details later. All that mattered now was finding their leader.
“Never mind,” she said. “Kari - did Tai come back from camp already?”
Kari inclined her head curiously.
“My brother …” she repeated slowly, and Steph felt her heart begin to sink. What if her theory had been wrong all along - what if Tai hadn’t made it through the gate the way she thought he had. What if she was stranded here in the Real World while all her friends remained in the Digital World.
Kari shifted, her hand still holding the edge of the door framed. “He’s right over there.” She stepped aside, opening the wider and allowing Steph a better view of the inside of the Kamiya apartment. Unable to help herself, Steph peered inside and caught a glimpse of messy brown hair sticking up from behind the sofa cushions.
“Taichi…” she murmured.
He sat up, craning his neck to look over the top of the couch, his brown eyes widening in surprise. A moment passed; then he was up, vaulting over the edge of the couch towards her, startling Kari, who jumped back in alarm.
He hugged her with enough force to knock the wind out of her, but Steph couldn’t care less. She’d done it, she realised with a mixture of triumph and relief; she’d found Tai, and if they could find a way back to the Digital World then maybe - just maybe, they could bring everyone back together again.
He pulled away, holding her at arms length and looking her up and down, like one might appraise a relative they hadn’t seen in a long time. Then he grinned - that carefree, cheeky grin of his she remembered so vividly.
“What’s with the tears?” he asked.
Steph laughed despite herself, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. “I’m just so glad to see you, Tai.”
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