"Ugh, I'm all worn out."
A certain blonde teen with a lollipop in his mouth walked into his house in a daze. He gradually reached for the couch and instantly collapsed onto it.
Rantaro had spent the entire day training the young bladers at the Bombers gym, especially the Asahi brothers. Let's just say those two were constantly bickering with each other and it really gave the older blader a headache. His parents were still at work and his younger brother was somewhere hanging out with his gang.
"It has been a tiring day indeed. Even I couldn't stand their quarrelling." a male voice said, one that was all too familiar to the blonde.
"Oh, shut up Ragnaruk. You're just saying that to make me feel better. I bet you can handle those two better than anyone else." Rantaro replied as he took out his beyblade, Glide Ragnaruk.
"What? Is it wrong to feel empathy?" the spirit within the beyblade questioned, a faint yellowish glow being the sign of his presence.
"Th-There's nothing wrong with that its just...," the blonde blader sighed. "Whatever, the point is...I'm really tired now."
"Well, go get some rest then. In the meantime, I'll go get the bath ready for you. And when your parents and Ranjiro get home, I'll prepare dinner. Sounds good?"
Rantaro made a small sound that Ragnaruk interpreted as being a "yes". The spirit exited his metal vessel, took on a human form (I'll let you guys imagine what he looks like) and left his blader.
Ragnaruk has been with Kiyama family for generations as a result of a promise he made with their ancestor, the first Ragnaruk blader. Ever since the fateful day of his former master's death, the demon made it his lifelong duty to watch over the former's descendants. As Ragnaruk had no problem with revealing his true form to his former blader, the same applied to his children, making them one of the few people of the modern age to know the true nature of beyblades. At the same time, the family did their best to keep this secret from the rest of humanity because if this information fell into the wrong hands, they may use it for nefarious purposes. It's also so that no bad rumours about the family would spread such as them being demon worshippers and such, not that Ragnaruk was evil by any means.
Ragnaruk cared deeply about the Kiyamas, especially his current bladers, as much as he cared about his first master. If anything, he was like another parent to them. Though they sometimes insisted that they could handle somethings on their own, the spirit couldn't help but aid them as this was his promise, and he would fulfill it as long as the family continued.
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Ranjiro had injured his arm in a bey battle with Lane Valhalla, which ended with his bey in pieces. Rantaro received the news from Aiga and quickly went to check on his brother. After a little brother-to-brother talk, the older Kiyama went somewhere quiet where no one could see him before pulling out his beyblade from his pocket. It was glowing intensely and the blonde could feel a gradually increasing heat as he held the metal top in his hand.
Ragnaruk was angry. VERY angry.
"Look, Ragnaruk. I know my brother's hurt and I know you're mad about it, but please don't do anything stupid like going after Lane or something." Rantaro frantically said as he tried to calm the demon down. "Him and I will take full responsibility for what happened. You don't have to be involved in this."
The intensity of the light seemed to lessen when the blonde said those words. He sighed in relief, knowing that Ragnaruk wouldn't do anything reckless about it.
Unbeknownst to him, the demon had crossed his fingers behind his back.
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It was the middle of the night, but that didn't stop Lane from training vigorously in his pursuit of destroying the Legends and increasing his flare. As he repeatedly launched Lucifer into the beystadium, he couldn't help but feel as though someone was watching him. He turned around a couple of times to make sure there were no intruders breaking into his warehouse. When he turned back to continue his training, a dark shadow flew over the roof of the warehouse. Lane swore that he could make out horns and wings from that shadow. Even so, he tried his best to shrug it off, thinking that it was probably a hallucination caused by being awake this late at night.
With this, the purple haired boy decided to stop for awhile. As he was about to fall asleep with Harry beside him, a giant flame burst from midair right in front of him and what emerged from it was unlike anything he had ever seen.
He could only describe it as something eldritch. Something that shouldn't belong in this world. Something straight out of Hell itself.
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The Ultimate Tag-Battle was around the corner. Shu Kurenai had decided to have Lane as his partner. As he entered the warehouse, he saw his student sitting on a few crates seemingly deep in thought. His eyes had shrunk, as he had seen something that he shouldn't have. Concerned, Shu walked towards the boy and called out to him.
"Lane, is there something on your mind?" the albino asked.
This caused Lane to snap out of his deep thought. He turned to see his mentor, which should have dismayed him, but for some reason, he felt a sense of comfort in his presence.
"It's none of your business." he bluntly replied as he turned away from Shu.
"Are you sure? You look a bit spooked."
Lane didn't reply, instead pondering on what he saw that night. The form of that terrifying beast as it hovered over him and Harry was still fresh in his mind.
(Ragnaruk is simply one hell of a Beyblade.)
