Beyblade Burst Years And Years

Saving you

Wakiya's POV:
    ''It's an agency, why would you request a play-ground?!"

"I-i dont know! Just...maybe?"

I groaned as we walk into the playground was was not surprisingly empty since it wad lower than thirty-degree's.

"See? Nothing" i spat.

"You didnt even take a second to look around!" She conplained.

I sat on the cold bench and waited for her to come back running to me.

I closed my eyes and let the coldness take over me for a second.

Why would she think it would be here?

Its a frickin play-ground!

Tch. Im wasting my time waiting for her to come up with nothing.

I tapped my left foot on the wood-chucks that was apprently occupied with snow or ice on top.

I awakened my eyes again.

The clouds were grayer.

"Look Melissa, we've been looking for them all day and i think-"

"I FOUND SOMETHING!"

Welp. I didnt see that coming.

The moment she yelled i flinched, fell backwards, literally banged  the back of my head on the rail metal.

"Hahahaha! Oh my god! T-that was hilarious! You should have- ph wait! Are you ok?"

I groaned in response.

She said that last part as if the first disappeared.

I got up slowly and walked towards her.

"What'd you find?"

"So i was digging, and look!"

She immediately pointed to a wooden door and a silver but old dirty handle around it with mountains of wood-chuck around it.

"How...?"

"Told you, ha-"

"Shutup and just get in"

Trust me,  dont want to hear her bragging about how she's right. I know i do it, but it takes one to know it.

She pryed the door open, dont get me wrong, it was hard, so when she finally succeed, she was practically sent flying and banged her back on a red metal pole.

"Ow..." she muttered, letting the warm air from her body escape.

I decided to go in first.

I was quickly met by old wooden stairs that creaked if a book even stepped on it.

"Disgusting.." i grumbled.

About six stairs down, Melissa joined me.

I heard her close the secret wooden door lightly and she tip-toed down with me.

God damn, the stairs were long.

Five minutes in, stairs.

Fifteen minutes in, stairs.

Twenty-five minutes in, stairs.

Thirty minutes in, miracle.

We finally reached the end and was quickly hit by the terrible smell of blood.

Of course Melissa, being a big baby, complained for five minutes straight, gagging for air.

But i already gotten used to it by then.