Episode 2: Origins: Entering the Regional Tournament! Part I
Finally, it was complete. It had taken days, weeks, and months of scrounging up pieces of plastic and metal off the floors of Beyblade arenas and figuring out ways to assemble them. He had toiled and struggled over it, and one could only hope it had all been worth it. In Reiiji's hands he held the final product. In his hand he held his Beyblade.
Four years had passed since Reiiji's vacation to Tokyo, but he had not forgotten a single detail of the Toy Shop. He recalled the harsh lights, the slick slope of the Beyblade arena, and the excitement of the crowd. His eyes creased as he remembered the fond experience, but it faded quickly when he reached the end of his daydream. When his father had stormed in, dragging the boy to the streets. When he had looked back at the expression on the shopkeeper's face. And then the hell that had followed that. Reiiji lightly traced a curved scar on his left cheek with his index finger. It was slight, but noticeable, especially in the light. It hadn't healed terribly well either. Reiiji glanced darkly at his other hand, it was still holding the Blade he had built. As if out of a trance, he snapped to action, putting the blade through its final test.
He opened a drawer and took out his broken "lightly used" launcher he had bought from the local market. He inserted the ripcord into the rectangular opening and then affixed it to his Beyblade. The contraption hovered over a used cooking pot, scratched from years of use. Anxiously, he placed his index finger into the ripcord and counted down, though it made no difference.
"Tsuri, Tu, Wan, Gooo Shoot!" He felt the metal gears of the launcher grind and his beyblade went flying into the scratched metal bowl. The moment of truth had arrived. None of Reiiji's previous projects had ever survived this test.
With a loud clang the metal tip made contact with the bowl and the Beyblade began spinning. Reiiji anxiously waited to see if it would break down. It was not the hardiest of tops. He had constructed the attack wheel out of two broken ones he had found on the floor of a Beyblade shop. He toyed with them for weeks trying to balance them out. The mid section spin track was the only genuine part of the piece, a 145 track if he remembered accurately. The tip was nothing more than a sharp metal spoke he had affixed to the track. Reiiji clearly expected the broken down Blade to collapse but to his surprise, the toy managed to spin for a while, outlasting even his best previous efforts.
"Yatta*!" he let out with joy. He grabbed his blade and marveled at its beautiful imperfections. Finally he had a Beyblade to call his own. He could finally compete with the rest of the happy, unrestrained children he had seen in the shop. Reiiji's glee was short-lived, however, for his victory cry had attracted Tsukuyo's attention. Reiiji's father stormed into the room clasping the neck of a beer bottle in his left hand.
"What are you...doing in here..." he babbled. Reiiji instinctively pushed the launcher under his bed and hid his Beyblade.
"N-nothing Dad...I just found something I lost a long time ago" Reiiji meekly replied.
"Did you...do your homework?..." he asked.
"Y-yes Daddy...like always. Don't you see me doing it when I get home from school?" he responded, realizing full well his efforts were pointless.
"Well do it again! We don't have room for drop-outs in this house!" he mumbled.
Drop-out. The word echoed in Reiiji's head. Such a word had never applied to him. In fact he was top of his class and he excelled in school. Unlike most children living in the Narrows he went to school in downtown Kyoto in the Kyoto Academy for Higher Education. His father would often grumble about the cost of the schooling, but was never quite mad enough to put an end to it completely.
"Get out your books, you good-for-nothing!" Tsukuyo yelled, as he pushed through the curtain that was Reiiji's door. Reiiji quickly took out a piece of paper and pretended to write whenever he heard his father's footsteps in the hall. Eventually, the old man's footsteps stopped and he collapsed in a drunken stupor. Seizing the opportunity, Reiiji climbed out the window of his tent-like hovel, and with his beyblade in hand he set off for the lights of the city.
*"I did it!"
Next on Beyblade: Legends
Episode 2: Origins: Entering the Regional Tournament! Part II