Hey, peeps! I have just written up a new BEYBLADE STORY as I have regained my old childhood love for beyblade! Just the other day I was going through all my old fan-fictions I wrote as a 13 year old and looking back at it as a 17 year old sure brings back memories! Well, my old beyblade fan fictions are way too childish to be posted, so I've decided to make a few new beyblade stories. I've spent the entire day trying to figure out ideas and VOILA~! So, I hope you guys enjoy it and yeah!
It was a desire that young girl had. To be free of the noble life that didn't allow her to be herself. It was always her big brother that was given the responsibility to be in charge. He was the head of the family after all. What happens when that young girl disappears one day? Seeking an adventure that would fulfil her dreams of traveling, beyblading and freedom, she would be getting way more than she bargained for. What if that girl was you. Proceed to find out.
(Reader x Undecided)
Ch.1 : The Renegade Girl
The sound of wind was dominant in the surrounding atmosphere. To an ordinary person, they may not have to face hearing such fluttering caused by the air; however, this didn't seem to be the case for a particular rich aristocrat. Today seemed to be an ordinary afternoon in Germany as a helicopter landed at the landing area of a certain castle that was handed down to a certain German Regional Beyblade champion. Said champ was visible when the doors of the helicopter opened, revealing a rather posh man with hair gelled backed in a swank manner. As he was helped down by his butler, the German champ felt his purple mess of hair fluttering across his face as the wind was certainly harsh today.
"Thank you, Gustav. Now, if you will, bring the young miss to me. Tell her that I require her presence right away," Gustav's master ordered.
"Yes, as you wish, Sir Robert," the butler, Gustav, replied.
His name was none other than Robert Jurgen. Yes, the 'Robert Jurgen' who was currently the German Regional Beyblading champ. He was also the same man who came from a family of highly respected knights, and he was certainly proud of the fact that he is a descendant of noble ancestry. Who wouldn't be when they are of such respected status? But let's get back to what's occurring now, shall we?
With that, Robert walked through the staircase leading to the lightly dimmed hallways with his chin up high. The hallways were decorated in red carpet with old paintings adorning cream coloured walls. As soon as he has reached his extravagant room, he sighed before sitting on an expensive-looking couch. It was about time he discussed with a certain teammate and sibling of his about the new stadium that was being built. He waited for Gustav to bring that person he wanted to discuss matters with, and as if on cue, he heard several knocks on the dark oak doors to his room. He replied with a 'come in' only to find Gustav alone on the other side. Robert's eyes analyzed the situation, confused as to why his butler arrived without bringing along his sister.
"Sir, it seems that the young miss is not in her room," Gustav reported.
"Not in her room?" Robert inquired, so that Gustav would elaborate on what he meant.
'That's strange… She's almost always in her room whenever she's home…' Robert thought to himself.
"Yes, sir. It seems that way, but I will try finding-" Gustav replied, only to have his master interrupt him.
"Yes, Gustav. Once you find her, bring her to me. It's of importance that I speak to her immediately," Robert ordered, dismissing his butler.
His butler left his room with a bow as Robert's mind pondered on where his sister would be. She was often off on her own, so he didn't worry too much. His rebellious young sister. Sometimes, he wondered how they were even related as they had such contrasting personalities.
A couple of hours passed by and still no sign of her or Gustav. Robert sighed for the umpteenth time of the day and shook his head in a disapproving manner. He had called Oliver, Enrique and Johnny earlier to ask if they have seen her, only to have them reply him with a 'no'. By now, he was starting to get worried. Suddenly, a series of knocks resounded from his door, and he gave permission for whoever it was on the other side of the door to enter his room. It was Gustav.
"Have you found her yet?" Robert asked.
"No, sir! But we found this in the young miss's room!" Gustav replied while handing Robert a letter in a fancy envelope, addressed to him.
"Alright, Gustav. You may leave."
"Yes, Sir Robert."
The purple haired male looked and inspected the piece of parchment in his hand. He wondered what it could be about. Maybe his sister was just out with friends? He often got letters like these from his sister, instead of being told that she was going out. Sighing once more, he removed the envelope from the actual letter, and unfolded it to read its contents.
I know you are probably confused as to where I'm gone, but no need to worry.
I'm in good hands! You just keep being posh and don't hurt yourself when I'm gone, ok?
I won't be back for a while.
Or maybe even a long time!
But just worry about building that stadium of yours.
I'm off traveling to who knows where! Hell, even I don't know!
Well, see you!
Your loving lil' sis~
The letter was written with an American slang to it and it was exactly just like how his sister would write it, in an attempt to go in the different direction instead of the one she was supposed to follow. Robert knew how she hated the fact that she was from royalty and often acted like a commoner. She was supposed to be of high and noble class, but look at such insolence she displayed. Leaving home without informing her brother was not the lady-like attitude she has been taught during her etiquette lessons. Robert rubbed his temples in an annoyed manner before looking out his balcony, muttering his sister's name.
"Thanks for flying Air Japan and we hope to have you aboard with us again!" a flight attendant announced before the seat belt sign has been set off.
A certain girl smiled brightly as she stared at the window beside her seat in an enthusiastic manner. Said girl had eyes that glimmered with such interest and hair held back in a ponytail that cascaded on her back. That girl was (Your name). (First name) Jurgen. Flicking your hair aside, you undid your seatbelt before grabbing all your hand-carried items, stuffing them in your bagpack beneath the seat in front of you.
"Hello, Japan! Beautiful day it is! Sunny day in a beautiful country! My adventure has just officially begun," you said to yourself as you stepped out the airplane.
After picking up your luggage and going through customs, you walked through arrivals and headed towards a rather father-like figure of yours who was dressed in a rather old-fashioned manner. As you saw said man, you waved your hands, gaining his attention in the process.
"MR. DICKENSON!" you yelled out cheerfully, rushing towards the old man.
"Why, hello, (Name)! It's good to see you again! How's your brother doing?" Mr. Dickenson asked, smiling at you.
"He's doing rather good! Building an ultra-awesome new stadium there, although he barely gave me any say on how I wanted part of it to be designed! Anyways, leaving that aside! I'm so psyched to see how good the bladers here are! I can barely wait," you replied, smiling back at Mr. Dickenson.
"Yes, child! Well, then I supposed you'd like to come watch the Beyblade Battle Tournament that will determine the qualifying team for the World Championships," Mr. Dickenson explained.
"I would love that, Mr.D! It would certainly be nice if I could qualify in it too, but I'd never hear the end of it from Robert if I do. Not that that is a problem though! It would be rather amusing to join some other team and see my rascal brother's face but oh well," you said before chuckling towards the end.
"Well, you would make a rather excellent candidate for it, (Name)! Maybe you should re-consider and try out," Mr. Dickenson urged.
Smiling at him, you nodded to signal that you will think about it.
"Any room for me to join the conversation?" a voice announced, and to that, both you and Mr. Dickenson looked at the source of the voice.
There stood a boy that looked about the same age as you with dark raven hair. He was dressed in authentic Chinese-styled clothes and had cat-like fangs that made his smile all the more adorable.
"Ah yes! Ray! (Name), this is Ray from China and he has come to compete in the Battle Tournament. Ray, this is (Name). Her family and I had been friends for a long time. She has come to visit Japan, and decided she would like to watch the Battle Tournament!" Mr. Dickenson introduced.
"Well, hello, Ray! It's nice to meet you! As Mr. Dickenson has earlier said, I'm (First Name)Jurgen," you said politely before extending a hand out to the raven haired boy.
Said boy had his smile widened as he accepted your hand, giving it a firm shake.
"It's nice to meet you too, (Name)! I'm Ray Kon. So are you a beyblader?" Ray reacquainted himself to you before asking whether or not you were a blader.
Smirking at the boy, you pulled out your blade from your pocket, immediately flashing it in his face.
"Check it out. It's my Mermaphlyon! Pretty, isn't she?" you smiled proudly as you showed Ray your blade. 
"Impressive. But not as impressive as my Driger!" he smirked back, flashing Driger at you.
"Hm, is that a challenge, Mr. Kon?"
"No need for the formalities, Ms. (Name) Jurgen. That can very well be a challenge if you prove to be a challenge."
"I can say the same to you, Ray! Well, believe me but I think I'll keep your hands tied in that challenge," you replied just as arrogantly as he did before you.
The both of you had a competitive glint in your eyes as you pulled out your launchers and got ready to launch your blades. However, just before the both of you could start the battle, Mr. Dickenson intervened, saying that this was not the place to battle, and he was right. So, the both you decided to call off the battle until later on.
After all this, Mr. Dickenson had brought you and Ray to a hotel that was located downtown so that you guys could settle down and rest for the remainder of the day, noting on how tiring it is to be travelling. Entering your hotel room, you closed the door behind you before dropping your stuff on the floor beside your bed. You breathed in the aroma that filled the room and fell back on the bed behind you, letting your aching muscles relax. Smiling as you remembered today's happenings, you were so glad that you decided on travelling. Things were getting way too interesting, and you couldn't imagine staying in that dark depressing castle you called home. You let your eyes close slowly despite the excitement you felt before you were in a deep nice slumber.
 – Your beyblade/bit-beast is Mermaphlyon. It is pronounced as 'Mer-math-lee-yon'. But it's up to you guys how you pronounce it This is just a mere heads up. Yup, it's a mermaid bit-beast! :D
A/N: Well, I hope you guys enjoy it! I hope to get reviews and feedback on this, so I know that you guys like it and will continue on with it~! :D