Shattered dreams and Lost souls.

[Kenpachi Zaraki]

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Ever since I was a young child I have gone in and out of fads in a snap, to be honest, I don’t really know how long a fad should take or how it should manifest itself into your life, but the one thing I’m sure about is that this time, it’s not a fad.

I remember my mother telling me the day I got it “this better not be another one of those stupid fads”. These were one of the last things I herd her say, and that was the last thing she gave me. She was an elegant, tall beautiful woman. She had long brown hair pushed off of her face which was chiselled with a small dent in her chin and her eyes, I remember her eyes so vividly, more so that I nearly forgot about the rest of her, I don’t know there was something, something just mesmerising about those hazel brown eyes.

You know that empty feeling you get sometimes? You don’t know why you get it but it’s just there, a void in your heart… There is a constant void somewhere deep in my heart that cries out for my mother, as if the little child I once was.

The last thing she gave me was a Beyblade kit, the basic idea behind it is to create your own Beyblade, give it a life of it’s own, I named my Beyblade after my mother, as a way of remembering her, her name was beautiful; “Aizen” meaning peace and love, very fitting for her, even if she was a total pain sometimes.

So, I guess I’m continuing this “fad” for my mother, all in her name, I wonder what she would have made of it… She would of probably been supportive, yeah, I would like to think that.

Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
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The vile winds shattered against everything that stood, Daisuke muzzled his chin into his scarf and scurried through the tall glass doors of number 47 manor drive. He walked through the barren hallway, unfurling his scarf off of his neck and his step getting lighter as he strode onto the crimson rug laid out before him. His eyes narrowed as he approached the towering, spiralling staircase.
He made his way up the stairs one at a time until he finally reached the top; at the top of the establishment was a long line of mirrors on either side of him. Straight ahead another set of tall glass doors leading him out onto the terrace.

Daisuke made his way across to the doors, glancing in one of the mirrors as he did so he caught a glimpse of himself, he looked from bottom to top, still striding across the hallway he saw his smart ebony suede shoes and his dark brown trousers as his eyes towered up towards his head he saw his light brown golf jumper with a diamond check pattern overlapping his smart stainless white shirt, finally he met with his eyes, his face a basic, casual, everyday frown. His eyes were mixed in colour, one was an ebony black the other a crimson red, the reason behind this was unknown and yet to be discovered in Daisuke’s books, he then glanced at his dark brown hair, short back and sides and long at the front, coming down to roughly his eyes.

Exiting through the glass doors Daisuke looked around at the atmosphere laid before him, above him Hitoshi stood, tall with black hair standing before a Bey-Arena, the rest of the roof was grey and colourless, and the only colour filled objects were Daisuke and Hitoshi.
“You kept me waiting a while… Daisuke” a snarled voice came from above. Lightning clapped to the ground in the distance and the rotund moon shimmered bright in the sky the skies themselves a bracing black and although the world around was how it should have seemed, it remained colourless, an empty grey.

“Sorry, Hitoshi… But the world doesn’t revolve around you now, does it?” Daisuke said in a low mellow voice. “Let’s cut the pleasantries Daisuke, it is almost time…” Daisuke approached the stairs languidly making his way up. As he reached the top Hitoshi wasted no time;
“Ready?”
“Ready”
Daisuke reached behind his back and out of a black leather pouch he pulled out a sapphire blue Beyblade glancing at it momentarily he attached it to the grip launcher. Hitoshi had a permanent simper look on his face, from the moment Daisuke had entered through the glass doors.

“Let’s go” Daisuke said callously
“Right” Hitoshi roared
“3…”
“2…”
“1…”
“Let it rip!”

Upon this command the entire atmosphere sprung to life, the colourless skies became a vivid deep blue and the lifeless stars became thousands of spectators. Daisuke tore the rip chord backwards as did Hitoshi, both Beyblades blue and green sprung to life. Hitoshi’s Beyblade named “Akira” headed straight for the centre, whereas Daisuke’s Aizen sprung around the arena below manically.

Daisuke’s Beyblade went for a sharp turn, aiming to take Akira out in one blow. Daisuke’s Beyblade flung to the air and narrowly landed back into the arena. “What?” Daisuke questioned… “My blade is a defence type blade Daisuke, whereas yours is an all out brawl Beyblade, based on speed, you really aught to check out the info on your opponents before you decide to battle them”
Snarling Daisuke roared “Aizen, jab him at either side!” doing so Aizen thundered towards Akira, once again Daisuke’s Beyblade went hurtling into the air, this time landing before Daisuke’s feet. “I told you Daisuke, you can’t win if you’re not versatile, how many times do I have to tell you?”

…Continued

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[Kenpachi Zaraki]

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