Beyblade Burst Oneshots

A New Normal

Gwyn opened the door to his room, and was greeted by the dim lights casting a faint glow across it. He squinted a bit. He's more used to the lone blue screen being the only source of light, but that hasn't been on for days. The match took much longer than expected.

He looked around the room, and couldn't help but feel something off about it, even though it had no noticeable changes. The dark shadows painted along the crevices and edges, the scribbles that littered the walls and floors, and the papers scattered all over. Nothing was new. It was all the same. But still, the feeling lingered. Was it always this quiet?

He flipped the on switch, allowing for the bright artificial lights to engulf the work area, before planting himself on a chair near the computer desk, the hard wood pressing on his arms.

His fingers twitched slightly, and the off feeling was made even more present, digging itself in place. He glanced around the room. Perhaps he just needs to get back into the routine. Clearly everything felt different, so if he went back to something familiar, that could make the feeling go away.

He eventually found a journal that sat on the table next to him, laying in front of the black monitor. The pen wasn't too far off either. But as he tried to reach for it, something stopped his hands from moving. It was heavy, laid sticky in his arms and hands like glue and tape, and stubborn, refusing to move. And to be honest, he didn't find himself resisting it.

It doesn't make sense in hindsight. If it were like any other day, he would have no problem reaching for the journal and writing down anything and everything. In fact, it would've been second-nature. Instinctual. Ingrained with every movement. He should be writing.

And yet, he didn't. He just sat, and studied the room as if he was seeing it for the first time again.

A faint glow began to radiate from his pocket. His hands moved its mold to the chair to the smooth lining of the pocket's fabric. Static still buzzed in his head.

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Genesis looked down at him. He knew it was, even with his head was facing away from it.

It stared at the top of his head, but stayed quiet. Both of them did, which only gave Gwyn more time to think.

The stadium is cheering, the large platform and seats filled to the brim with crowds of people. Dragon and Genesis clash, blow after blow, sending waves across the two bladers. Gwyn looks up, and sees Dante smiling back. A rainbow glow shines around him.

He looks to his right. Both Arman and Delta are on either side, giving him the same smile.

"Not bad Gwyn. Nice job."

"Not bad at all!"

Dante speaks. "It's fun, right? Giving it your all?!" His eyes shined as he did.

"...fun." Gwyn whispered under his breath. Genesis peered at the young boy.

"Is something still on your mind?" It had a firm, but gentle voice, one that wasn't demanding, but held an air of strength around it as echoed around their chambers.

He didn't respond at first, taking time for the word to bounce in his head before his mouth blurted out an answer.

"No." He said. He hesitated, but continued on. "My search is finished; I have the answer. I do not need to go any further."

"And yet, you still question yourself," it said. Although the words were a statement, it felt more of a question. He tried to come up with an answer, but just as the words were on the tip of his tongue, it died and sunk back deep in his throat. Another stretch of silence followed.