silas x oc | beyblade burst

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"That wasn't the deal! What if Wakiya fucks this up?"

Overthinking happens when your thoughts trap you in your mind. Is no secret that Silas places himself and his bey above all else; which still begs the question of why he helped me. I bet he regrets it now. No, he obviously regrets it now.

Lashing out is his defence mechanism, and it seems he has forgotten we're on his side.

"If I never had faith in him I wouldn't be here now." I'm spending a lot of time in Shu's office lately. It's not elegant like Wakiya's, but extremely tidy. He has cabinets designated for certain documents and color-coded folders on his desk. You'd never know his world was slowly slipping into chaos.

"That's enough." Shu steps in finally, "Silas, you're dismissed."

He scoffs and storms out. Typical fucking Silas. I have every right to be mad at him. I persuaded him. I saved his ass from certain raccoon-doom and he repays me with an ungrateful scoff. I thought the night we trained together was a declaration of friendship. How naive I am. He's just like he is in the torments on television. He's unworthy of a spot in them at all. I should be there. I should be-

"He's just on edge." Shu sighs and stands up.

"Aren't we all?" I look up at him. "You especially?"

"I can't be on edge. I'm a leader." He turns his back to me, looking at his bookshelf.  "You and I are a lot alike." He groans, debating with himself if he should elaborate. I step behind his desk and analyse the books from beside him. They're thick and antique, he probably hasn't read any of them. "How so?"

"We can't afford to be afraid." I look at him quickly, he's still staring out the window. I dart my eyes to the ground. "You deserve a spot in an individual international torment." I look back up at him. I'm fucking shocked. Shu Kurenai just told me I'm amongst the strongest bladers in the world. "You're intelligent. You're powerful. Your worst fear is people knowing your fears. Knowing your weaknesses. You think that having no weaknesses makes you strong, and you use that to make it in the discriminatory world of Beyblades."

"You've been watching me." I breathe shallow.

"I have been." He admits, then side eyes me. "If we survive this I will host a tournament. Consider yourself the first to be invited."

A sentence. A fleeting sentence of words. I straighten my shoulders. I want to break down into tears of happiness, but that would be unprofessional on several different levels. Deep breaths. "Thank you, Shu. I will not let you down."

He closes his eyes and smiles, tilting his expression down from the window. "We have to beat Theodore first." Theodore is the last thing on my mind right now. I just got the opportunity of a lifetime. "Then let's kick his ass."

I just swore in front of a superior. I open my mouth to apologize, but he lets a small chuckle escape his lips. "You're dismissed, Discordia."

And with that, I walked calmly as fucking possible to the door. As soon as I was outside and heard it click behind me I took off down the street. I needed to find Silas.

It was dusk now. The sky was painted shades of orange, but Silas was too consumed in training to admire it.

Oh the things we sacrifice for victory.

"What do you want?" He hissed as I approach the stadium. He's covered in sweat and his bey is spinning strong in the centre. "Tomorrow Wakiya gets here and we leave to find Theodore." I stand by the window.

Us humans underappreciate the sky.

"Thanks. I know." He's so annoyed at me. I'm angry too, but there's such a big part of me that wishes to redeem myself. Even though I know I've done nothing wrong.

"This could be the last sunset we see."

His bey stops spinning on cue. He lays his launcher at his feet and walks to the window beside me. We stand in silence. Golden hour really compliments Silas' appearance. Not that I care, of course.

"I don't want anything bad to happen to us." His voice cracks. Imagine; it takes a death sentence to get him to slightly open up. "And it won't." The light off the horizon makes the water glisten as waves roll in on the rocks. It's a calming sight to see, but Silas is holding his breath. "Whatever."

"It is a nice sunset though." He whispers. "When all this is over, guess what Shu is gonna do?" I smile, he makes a curious grunt as if to encourage me to tell him. "He's starting a tournament. An International Individual Co-ed Tournament. And I get the first invite."

"Congratulations." He's smiling too, it's sincere. I'm a bit surprised. "I'd better get an invite, because when I crush Theodore, you're next." He laughs, turning his head so our eyes meet. That's him. That's the Silas I knew and missed. The Silas I battled with the other night. The one who declared I was "the most tolerable" on the team.

"You're on." After a few seconds, a thought seeps into my mind. "What's your deal with Wakiya Murasaki?" My question seems to bother him, he rolls his eyes quickly and collects himself. "I was on his team forever ago. He expected too much from me."

I don't get it? Silas left the team on his own accord? He joined BC Sol because he wanted to, he played strong and well on Wakiya's team. I look to him for clues, but he looks so annoyed with me. As if I'm missing the obvious? Did Wakiya really kick him off the team? Wha-

oh.

"Don't make the same mistake."

He walks away.

He's telling me that Wakiya Murasaki fell in love with him, and upon finding out he ran away.

He couldn't handle it and left.

"I wasn't planning on it." I snarl. I'm insulted he thinks so low of me, so fall in love him is not an option. I'm married to the game.