silas x oc | beyblade burst

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Kinetic Satomb is a defence type. Currently not a turbo bey. But it does have some crazy powerful attacks and is not to be underestimated.

Dylan Summers already made that mistake just moments go.

Silas won with a burst finish.

He's cocky, but his strength certainly keeps up with his ego. I want to battle him, but I don't want to lose. When a male Blader loses a match, they are supported and given more opportunities to learn and grow as a Blader. When I lose a battle, I am knocked down a peg.

It's not a systematic problem with the Ragjng Bulls, it's a world wide problem. Females are seen as weaker Bladers. That's why I have to annihilate every opponent I face, to some day earn the chance to reach the top.

"So, is the a pretty girl gonna battle me or what?"

He's been in the building thirty minutes and I'm already feeling homicidal.

That being said, I think I'll find this battle interesting.

"Indeed. I'll give you the chance to pick on someone your own age." The silence is laughable as my boots click off the floor. They see me as just the nameless new girl who is about to be crushed by an arrogant fish-toothed teenage boy with good fashion sense. His peering eyes follow me through his glasses as I approach the stadium. Everyone thinks they know how this will end, and it's all the more reason to win.

I have a point to prove.

This is a prime example of the opportunities I came overseas for. These challenging battles are the ones I deserve; but I am underestimated to the point of being constantly shoved aside without a chance.

Now this changes. I am in America, my talents will not go unnoticed for any longer.

But I can't help but wonder, what brought Silas Karlisle here? He's challenging people left and right, and as far as I know he's undefeated so far. Maybe he's joining the team?

"Inspect each other's Beys!"

We meet at the centre and he shoves Kinetic Satomb into the palm of my hand. It's a gorgeous bey.

But not in comparison to my Dauntless Dahlia, of course.

He must have heard of it. But I guess we'll find out soon enough. We exchange Beys once again, and I pull off a perfect launch on the count. He doesn't. Somehow he managed a weak launch, and he's yelling at Satomb to hang in there.

He knows that he has already been defeated. His mind was elsewhere at the time of the launch.

"Okay Dahlia, let's show him what we're made of! Chaos Nosedive!"

With that, Dahlia tilts slightly. It increases its speed and is set at an angle securing a burst finish and then delivers seconds later. An easy move for an easy win thanks to his failed launch. Silas simply rolls his eyes at the defeat and demands a rematch, but I laugh and carry myself up the stairs. Feeling the burning eyes on me, I'd rather leave him with this bothersome defeat.

Besides, plenty of our members want to take him on. It's not an opportunity you get every day. I can sense it is putting him in physical disarray to not chase me. Reminds me of his match with Free De La Hoya years ago. That was more of a comedy film than a Beyblade match.

I practice for long hours that day, but my concentration is off.

I'm worried people would theorise I was evading the match because I wasn't. Right?

I need to get stronger. I had so much self-doubt, perhaps I was no match for Silas and knew it. I train until the moon shines through the window onto the stadium in my room, till there's a knock at my door and a fumble at the knob. Paranoia forces me to always lock my dorm door, even when I'm inside. Living with a bunch of boys will do that to you I suppose.

I peer through the peephole and let out a long sigh. It's none other than Silas Karlilse. I remove the bolt lock and swing the door open. "Back for more?" I taunt. "Yes, considering you ran away from our last match." Silas puts his hands behind his head and walks into my room. He stops in the centre. "I was not running away." I slipped one hand into my pocket before continuing. "I had some important business to attend to. And don't get any ideas."

"Oh, by 'important business' do you mean you had to go fuck the owner of your team?"

Then several things happen quickly. I gasp, he laughs at my embarrassment and I slam the door shut, praying the entire hallway didn't hear him.

"Can you shut the fuck up? Why are you so loud!?" I whisper as angrily as possible. "And no, I didn't fuck Shu!"

Silas is pretending to be in his own world, and I want to punch him. But in a friendly not-so-friendly kind of way.

"Stop it, everyone has fucked Shu."

Silence.

I look at him, shocked.

"N-N-Not me, obviously! Fuck off!"

I covered my mouth with my gloved hand and began to laugh, seconds later he joined. "Not gonna lie, you had me in the first half."

For a moment it felt like we were more than strangers. "I haven't spoken much to him since I joined," I confess, Silas looked puzzled. I walked over to the door to my stadium and slid it open. "But he's like, the owner of your team?" I shrug as Silas follows me in.

"I guess, but there's no reason for us to have one-on-one conversations with me. When he makes announcements it's usually to the team as a whole. I do see him around occasionally though. He recruited this kid named Fubuki. He's from Japan, you know him?"

"Not a clue." We take our places at the stadium. Now it's time for a real battle. Nerves attack my stomach. I've watched him battle, he's so strong. I'm attracted to his power. "Failure is not an option," I remind myself.

But then, I lost the battle. Kinetic Satomb snags a win with a hard-earned burst finish.

"No." I stare at my Bey in horror. "No!" Collecting the pieces, I feel Silas' smirk. "Care for rematch, sweetheart?" I can't help but smile too. I will learn to defeat him, I'll get stronger! "Don't you dare call me a sweetheart! I am a feared Blader! I want a rematch."

"You're lucky you're pretty." He laughs. Now he's just trying to push my buttons.

Steadying my launcher, I head for the centre and win that match. And the next. We continue to battle until we lose track of time and we're both exhausted and collapse against the cement wall across from the glass wall. "You know what?" He says, moonlight glistening off his glasses. "What?"

"You're probably the most tolerable person on this team."

I smile. "Is that right? Though I'm honoured, I haven't even formally introduced myself yet."

Then there's yet another knock.

For a moment, chaos breaks loose. I panic a whisper to Silas, telling him to hide in my closet. He just stares at me puzzled and unbothered. When he didn't move I acted fast and shoved him in it. He hit the ground with a soft thud and I slowly closed the door behind him. Who would be here at this hour? I open the door.

Theodore Glass stands before me. Bloodshot eyes staring, seeking a docile soul.