Bakugan New Vestroia: Mira in New Vestroia (a Bakugan Fanfic)

Chapter 1: Mira and Keith

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The sun hung high in the sky, casting its golden rays over the Bakugan battlefield. Mira stood poised, her eyes focused and determined as she faced her opponent, her older brother, Keith. He was an expert Pyrus battler, his dragon-like Bakugan exuding an aura of fierce power.

"Ready, Mira?" Keith's voice carried a mix of challenge and encouragement.

Mira nodded, her heart pounding with anticipation. Her Bakugan, a towering humanoid rock golem with iron armor, stood beside her, its vulcan shoulders ready for the impending clash.

The battlefield trembled as the match commenced. Keith's Pyrus Bakugan lunged forward, fiery determination blazing in its crimson eyes. Mira's Subterra Bakugan responded with equal fervor, its massive stone fists meeting the dragon's onslaught with calculated precision.

As the battle raged on, Mira's mind raced. She recalled the teachings of strategy her brother had imparted, the way he guided her through the intricacies of Bakugan combat. Each strike, each move, was a testament to her growth in skill, a blend of her learned strategy and her own instinctual battle style.

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Amidst the clash, fleeting memories flashed through Mira's mind-a family lunch where her father, Professor Clay.

Amidst a rare family lunch, Professor Clay sat with Mira and Keith, his reserved demeanor veiling the weight of his scientific pursuits. The conversation remained centered on their well-being, devoid of any mention of Bakugan or his research.

"How have you both been?" Professor Clay's voice carried an air of reserved concern, his attention more on his children's welfare than on the enigmatic world he delved into daily.

Mira, looking up at her father with a mix of admiration and a yearning for his attention, replied, "We're doing well, father. Keith's been helping me with my training."

"Ah, Keith," Professor Clay nodded, a subtle hint of pride in his gaze. "You've always been diligent in guiding your sister. Perhaps one day you might join me at my workplace, assist in some of the research endeavors."

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Keith, a contemplative look in his eyes, offered a hesitant yet respectful response, "I need some time to think about it, father. It's a big decision."

Mira, feeling a pang of longing for her father's involvement in her life, mustered the courage to speak, "Can I help too, father? I barely see you, and I want to understand what you do."

Her father's reply was gentle yet firm, "Not something you can assist with now, Mira. Perhaps when you're older, finished with your studies."

As they finished their lunch, Mira's thoughts lingered on how her brother had taken on the role of a father figure in their lives, filling the void left by their father's frequent absence.

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As the conversation lingered around their father's invitation for Keith to assist in his work, Mira felt a pang of worry settling in. She glanced at her older brother, uncertainty shadowing her eyes.

"Keith," Mira's voice trembled slightly, "if you accept father's proposal, will I see you less?"

Keith met her gaze, a mixture of empathy and reassurance in his eyes. "I promise, Mira," he replied softly, "even if I go to help dad, I'll always come back home to you. You won't lose your big brother."

Her worries eased, comforted by Keith's heartfelt promise. In that moment, the bond between the siblings grew stronger, a silent understanding passing between them.