My Star || Delta x Dante fanfic

☆ Chapter 2 - Beyblade Battle Royal

Delta’s POV

I eye Valt suspiciously.

That grin of his… It's never a good sign. “…What are you planning Valt?” I ask, leaning forward slightly, my voice laced with doubt. 

He winks. “You’ll see.”

I cross my arms. “That’s not an answer.” 

Valt just chuckles, setting his glass down before stretching his arms behind his head. “Alright, alright. I’ll tell you. There’s a new tournament happening soon, a big one. Something that’s never been done before.” 

I raise an eyebrow. “A tournament?” 

He nods. “Yeah. It’s called Beyblade Battle Royale and it’s happening in France.” 

I pause, processing the name. I raise an eyebrow. “Beyblade Battle Royal?” 

“Yep! It’s gonna be huge!!” he says, eyes practically glowing with excitement. “There’s a brand-new stadium, and Bladers from all over the world are coming back to battle face-to-face. And I’m not talking about just any Bladers. I mean big names. The best of the best. I’m coming too of course” He flashes me that trademark grin of his like it’s supposed to convince me or something.

I cross my arms, unimpressed. “And?”

Valt huffs. “Andddd you should enter.” 

I scoff, leaning back on the couch. “Why? So I can wipe out another batch of Bladers and feel nothing afterward?” 

Valt shakes his head. “Nah. This tournament isn’t just about winning, Delta. It’s about bringing Bladers together. Rivals, old opponents, even new ones. It’s different from your usual one-on-one battles. The stadium is built for chaos. Multi-Blader battles, shifting terrain, all kinds of wild stuff.” 

I blink. “Wait. Multi-Blader battles?” 

He grins. “Yup! It won’t be just you and one opponent- it could be three, four, even five Bladers battling at once! You’ll have to think fast, adapt, and most importantly…” He gives me a pointed look. “…you’ll have to work with other Bladers sometimes.” 

I narrow my eyes. “That sounds awful.” 

Valt laughs. “It sounds fun. And maybe, just maybe, it’s exactly what you need. By joining this tournament, you might finally find someone who can match you. Or-” He pauses for dramatic effect. “you might make some friends.”

There’s that word again. Friends. Why does he keep saying it like it’s some magical cure-all?

I look away, thinking. Battling multiple people at once? Teaming up? That’s not how I do things. It’s always been me and Devolos. We don’t need anyone else. That’s always been the rule.

But still… this whole thing sounds different. Chaotic. Challenging. Unpredictable.

I glance at Devolos in my hand. It’s weird… but I think I can feel it too. That small flicker deep inside. A spark of something I haven’t felt in a long time.

Excitement.

I thought for a moment and finally settled on the choice. I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair. “...Fine. I’ll enter.”

Valt pumps his fist. “Yes! I knew you’d say yes!” 

I shake my head. “Don’t get too excited. I’m not going there to make friends or whatever nonsense you’re thinking. I’m going to see if there’s anyone actually worth battling.”