Beyblade: A Metal Fanfiction

Chapter 25

As she made her way to the designated checkpoint right outside the park, Zukira sat down on the bench, crossing one leg over and placing it on her knee. A few moments passed and a man in pilot attire approached her, the Dark Nebula logo on his jacket.

"It's time to leave, ma'am," the man spoke, awaiting her response.

Zukira got up, pulling her coat down before proceeding to the parked copter a few meters away from the park. Its blades whirred slowly, the sounds of its engine chugging low. The copter door opened and a small flight of steps appeared.

Upon entering, she felt a cool blast of air hit her face, sending her in instant relief and pleasure. Her footsteps echoed ever so softly in the copter's interior, allowing the Blader to calm down. She sat on a random seat and leaned her head back, letting out a long exhale and pulling her shoulders down.

She could still feel her nerves and adrenaline pumping. The encounter with Gingka and his friends left her with an overwhelming palpable feeling of tension. She placed a hand on her temple, supporting her head on it as she placed her elbow on the seat. She could feel the veins aggressively pumping in her temples, leaving her with a slight headache and moodiness.

The helicopter gave out a chugging sound and its blades picked up speed, piercing through the wind. It lifted the air vehicle off the ground and made its way back home.




                                        The Dark Nebula Base




Doji got up from his desk and walked towards the window, holding his iconic champagne glass filled with orange juice. His eyes were stuck to a projection of Zukira's battle with Ryuga, watching Blazer ever so ntently. He gave his glass a slight shake, causing the liquid inside to move around. Static came through the speaker, and Merci began speaking.

"Bonjour, Master!"

"Yes, what is it, Merci?" the man replied without looking away.

"I wanted to inform you that Miss Zukira has returned from her long search and would like to see you. Shall I let her in?"

Doji smiled in amusement, "So she has returned...how troublesome," he muttered under his breath. "Very well then. Let her in."

"Mui, yes. Access granted!" Merci turned off the video projection and opened the door to Doji's office opened.

Zukira stepped inside, tucking her mask and gloves back into her coat pocket. She quickly tied them into a loose ponytail and stopped by his desk, tucking her hands behind her back.

"I am back from my task, sir," Zukira informed.

Doji turned around, "Why, yes. Welcome back, Miss Zukira. So, tell me," he pushed his glasses up his nose with the glass, "were you able to find anything resourceful?"

Zukira shook her head, "Much to my dismay, I did not," she sighed, "but I did happen to come across Gingka Hagane."

"Gingka Hagane you say?" Doji's smiled widened, an evil and sinister intent behind those eyes.

"Yes. I happened to take a little peep at the 8-Pit, and I saw Gingka battling with some kids. Do you think he could be practicing in order to redeem his lost points?"

"Indeed so," Doji took a sip from his orange juice. "After all, our main goal is to have Gingka battle against Master Ryuga in the final match of Battle Bladers. After all the weaker Bladers are eliminated, of course."

Zukira gave a thoughtful nod.

"However, it's such a shame we couldn't have you be part of this exciting event, my friend," Doji tucked one hand in his pocket, "you could've battled fairly well while demonstrating that awfully overwhelming power of yours."