Burning Hearts (Beyblade Metal Masters/Kyoya)

Chapter 1 - Home

Kira walked the halls of the big Beyblade stadium calmly. She could hear the crowd cheering and Blader DJ narrating everything that was happening at the arena. The female entered her room and got ready. She put on her red jeans and one of the black crop-tops she had. She did her make-up and finally dressed her black and red leather jacket by Painkiller Clothing. When she was perfecting her eyeliner, someone knocked at the door. It was the staff. She finished the last detail in her left eye and followed the man.

They went to another room with many electronic pieces of equipment. She got her bodypack receiver ready and put it in the back of her jeans as she warmed up. She made sure it was secure and that it wouldn't fall. Then she put on her earpiece and took the microphone.

Kira felt butterflies in her stomach as she approached the arena entrance. She could see the whole stadium from there. Then she began to listen to the beat. That was her cue.

'Put on your war paint' Kira started as she walked down the stairs between the seats with energy and rhythm.

'You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down

Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground

We are the jack-o-lanterns in July

Setting fire to the sky

Here, here comes this rising tide so come on'

The female was in the middle of the crowd with her hands up and clapping them so the audience would do the same.

'Put on your war paint

Crosswalks and crossed hearts and hope to die

Seal the clouds with grey lining'

She approached the people at the end seats and touched their hands, always with a security guard behind her, as she kept going down the stairs and singing.

'So we can take the world back from the heart-attacked

One maniac at a time we will take it back

You know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start

So dance along to the beat of your heart

Hey Youngblood doesn't it feel like our time is running out

I'm going to change you like a remix

Then I'll raise you like a phoenix

Wearing all vintage misery

No I think it looked a little better on me

I'm going to change you like a remix

Then I'll raise you like a phoenix'

She finally got to the stage in the middle of the arena and joined to musicians that were playing with her. They were just as happy to be performing as her and that made it all even better.

'Bring home the boys in scraps

Scrap metal the tanks

Get hitched make a career out of robbing banks

Because the world is just a teller and we are wearing black

She broke our spirits with no impact

So we can take the world back from the heart-attacked

One maniac at a time we will take it back