𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔 𝒏' 𝑹𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆: ✦𝙿 𝚎 𝚗 𝚞 𝚖 𝚋 𝚛 𝚊✦

✧༺✦✮✦༻∞ Prologue∞༺✦✮✦༻✧

3rd POV
𝔸 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 with (h/c) hair with lavender highlights, (e/c) eyes, and (s/c) skin, on her face? A birth mark, a half moon in between her eyes but above her eyebrows. She was wearing a magenta jacket with a letter, (first letter of name), the color of lavender above her heart. Her shirt underneath was dark blue with a silver crescent moon in the middle. Her sweatpants were a dark purple. Her (e/c) eyes we're latched on to a blader, a tall, pale skined boy with spiked up magenta hair with cyan highlights, yellow eyes, and strange magenta markings on his face. This eight year old boy was battling against another at a bey park, other boys stood around the stadium, tired, for they had all been bursted by the boy's bey. The battle quickly finished, a burst made by the magenta haired boy, he seemed unsatisfied by it though, only greatly inraged. He directed his rage toward the only girl in the park, the one person who hadn't battled him, yet had come everyday since the start of last month. "Battle me!" He shouted, pointing his bey, Vex Sekishishoku, a right spin defense type. He'd never asked before because there usually were more bladders, but today there were barely any, all of them incredibly weak.

Her eyes quickly widened at the sudden rage directed at her before calmly stating, "I can't."

The boy waited for her to elaborate, but she left it at that. "Why?!" He shouted, angered more by the girl who seemed to lack the ability to communicate. "I don't have a bey." It was his turn to widen his eyes. She watched because she couldn't do it. He felt pity for the girl. He grumbled at such a pitiful girl, she probably can't afford one he thought. "Fine." He turned and just launched until his launcher broke, she stayed and watched, even though there were no more battles.

"Why do you stay if you can't battle?" He asked, breaking the silence as they both walked toward their homes, in the same direction. It hadn't been intended, but they live in the same neighborhood. So, every day, they walked together because the girl always stayed as late as he did, always just watching. Today, he couldn't stop himself, for he kept thinking about their conversation earlier. She seemed surprised to hear him speak but replied, "Because if I can't blade, I might as well watch." More pity filled him as her words.

"Why don't you have a bey? Can you not afford it?"

"My brothers got theirs first, so I couldn't get mine." She replied, a hint of longing and sadness in her voice.

"Ok. Why don't you just ask for one then?" He asked. He wasn't sure why he even cared, pity probably.

"I don't want to burden my parents."

"Ok."

Both of them kept silent after that.

He turned when she had to go straight, and as soon as he got home, he asked his mother as she cooked, "Can we get a bey and launchers?"

"Welcome home, and sure, did you break your launcher again?" He nodded, showing her. "Alright then, but why do you need a bey? Don't tell me you broke that too?"

He shook his head and replied, "No, but can we get one, it's for someone."

His mother's eyes lit up. "Have you made a friend?" She asked hopefully, her son was not big on friends, and preferred his time alone. She had gotten him a beyblade in hopes it would help him interact with other kids since so many had them. It seemed it only drove him to push them away though.

"No!" He quickly replied, he was just doing this out of pity.

Her eyes looked playfully at her son. He just doesn't want to admit it. "Ok, we can go to the bey store after we eat." He nodded.

"Alright."

~The next day~

He battled against evey blader there once again, and bursted them all. The girl watched, just as she did every day. He looked to her, and said, "battle me."