Beyblade X Reader One Shots

Pretty Girls : Damien

A/N: Hello darling! Enjoy the read! Xoxo

It had been a total of six minutes since you had joined Dr. Ziggurat and The Hades Inc. Beyblade program. In that short amount of time, the doctor whisked you through the labyrinth of a facility on a tour. He was so quick and short-spoken, it was hard to keep up with his words, let alone his pace. 

Your eyes wandered around the halls, it was a maze of dark walls and metal doors, nothing like the bright future Ziggurat promised you were contributing to. You kept walking, unknowingly ignoring your tour guide who had stopped in front of a door. You paused, the realization and embarrassment hitting you like a ton of bricks. You walked back and laughed nervously, "I guess I was on autopilot... Sorry."

Ziggurat sighed, "...Not the most observant but she'll do..." he mumbled.

"Hm?"

Ziggurat shook his head, "It's fine. Now..." he steeped aside so you could view the door like it was something special, "Now, I'm sure you are curious as to why I had you sign that waiver earlier..."

You swallowed hard yet again, this place, this guy, it all made you nervous, "I mean I guess?" You stepped back.

"In that case, allow me to show you your future, (y/n)" He grinned wolfishly and opened the door. 

The steel metal door led entrance to a lab. With hesitation in every step, you moved forward. Ziggurat followed you in, the gunshot of the door slamming behind you grabbed hold of your nerves and made you jump. You turned to Ziggurat unsure of his choice to bring you here.

"Go on..." he coaxed you to look closer.

You walked to the balcony still nervous but what you saw made your eyes go huge. The room was a mess of tubes and wires, blinking lights, and screens. For all you knew, you could have walked into an alien mothership. Your eyes went back to the wires, following them from the walls to the center of the room. It was a pod, a cold cocoon of metal and glass. You looked closer, there was a boy in there! You turned to Ziggurat confused, "Why is he in there?"

Ziggurat chuckled and made his way down to the floor, beckoning you to follow suit. As you descended the stairs, you couldn't keep your eye off this boy and the pod. You moved to get a better look at the person inside. The glass fogged up with condensation at every breath this stranger exhaled. He was asleep or so it seemed, his face was calm, slightly pained as you could imagine, the alien capsule he was inside of couldn't' have been comfortable. 

"(y/n), meet Damien Hart." Ziggurat's voice jolted you from your fascination with ... Damien was it? Ziggurat continued, "Damien is receiving an arrangement-"

"An arra-?" 

"Don't interrupt. An arrangement. A way to boost the capabilities of a blader's power and strength with science. A-"

The woman monitoring a screen interrupted, "Sir, Damien is 10 seconds away from completing his arrangement."

Ziggurat nodded, "Perhaps Damien could give you a first-hand explanation of these arrangements... Ease any apprehensions of completing them for you..."

"Me?"

Ziggurat meant to answer but the glass lid to the pod opened, a faint mist coming from inside the pod. You weren't into sci-fi movies but here it was, happening right before your eyes. Damien sat up like the monster of Frankenstein. You gulped. You weren't scared per se... curious? aroused maybe? No, wait. 

Pump the brakes (y/n)! You can't just go crushing on the pod guy Damien! You know nothing about him!

You watched fascinated as he climbed out of the pod. When his gray eyes landed on you, you had butterflies. 

His gaze was short-lived as he turned to Ziggurat, "Who is she?"

His voice,  slightly more whiny and nasally than you expected... It didn't bother you in the slightest. You stepped forward, "I'm-"

Ziggurat cleared his throat and cut in, "This is (y/n). The newest member of team Starbreaker. You will be filling her in on how we do things here."

Your eyes went wide. You? Representing the American team? You looked back at Damien visibly confused. 

Damien grumbled, "Fine." He eyed you up and down, "We'll see if you're worth it."

Ziggurat chuckled, "I'll leave you to it."

Damien led you through the winding halls to an unusually quiet corridor in silence. Swatting down any hope of small talk with the icy frustration he held in his thundering eyes. After a minute he stopped abruptly and turned to you. You weren't expecting that and bumped into him. There was never a shade as red as the color you wore on your burning cheeks that second. "Oh god, I'm sorry. I-"

To your surprise, the cold bitterness in the male's face melted into a low chuckle. He wasn't laughing at you, he was amused by you.

"Don't mention it... Are your cheeks always that red?

A small laugh escaped you, "Only when I make a fool of myself."

Damien smirked, "You're not a fool..."

You giggled, "You know, I had a completely different first impression of you... I'm glad you aren't as mean and terrible as I thought you'd be."

Damien's smile faded, "You thought I was mean and terrible?"

You panicked, "Well... I don't know I mean...not mean and terrible but..."

Damien grinned, "Don't take back that complement. I am mean and terrible."

You bit your lip nervously, "Oh? I mean I feel like you were being nice to me though...for a second... I uh..."

Damien smirked, "I'm only nice to pretty girls..."