Jun. 10, 2011 8:09 PM
Wait, I'm writing a bey story? Even though I'm completely opposed to them and, in fact, strongly dislike them?
Yes and no. Yes because this story WILL feature beys, but no because they will not be the primary focus of this story. My goal with this is to write a small, 9 or 10 chapter story which depicts the early life of Tsubasa Otori, and create my own idea as to how he became a WBBA agent. In addition, I will describe some of his cases leading up to his case of infiltrating the Dark Nebula. I want to write this because I think it will be a challenge to write from the POV of a character that I did not create (especially because I'm not used to his kind of personality-I love sarcastic, witty characters). Anyways, without further ado, I present to you the The Lost Files Of Agent Otori!
Oh, and one other thing: this may be the last story I write on the WBO. My schedule is becoming more and more full as the years go on, and I really want to start focusing on writing real stories that I can publish, like my "Fine Arts" story. As a result, this may be the last one I write on here for fun. Seriously, I kid you not.
Other than that, enjoy the story!
As always, please keep those reviews coming!
Yes and no. Yes because this story WILL feature beys, but no because they will not be the primary focus of this story. My goal with this is to write a small, 9 or 10 chapter story which depicts the early life of Tsubasa Otori, and create my own idea as to how he became a WBBA agent. In addition, I will describe some of his cases leading up to his case of infiltrating the Dark Nebula. I want to write this because I think it will be a challenge to write from the POV of a character that I did not create (especially because I'm not used to his kind of personality-I love sarcastic, witty characters). Anyways, without further ado, I present to you the The Lost Files Of Agent Otori!
Oh, and one other thing: this may be the last story I write on the WBO. My schedule is becoming more and more full as the years go on, and I really want to start focusing on writing real stories that I can publish, like my "Fine Arts" story. As a result, this may be the last one I write on here for fun. Seriously, I kid you not.
Other than that, enjoy the story!
Prologue (Click to View)
In the future...
He slammed the folders onto my desk, dust scattering everywhere. I swatted the particles away with a stack of paper, and looked up at him, already beginning to sweat.
"U-um, sir." I stammered "Wha-wha-what are these?" His bulging eyeballs looked ready to explode, and he lifted a pudgy finger at me. His hot, tuna-smelling breath punctured my nostrils, and I shrank back in my chair.
"You..." His voice seemed to cut into my skin, and I winced. "It was your job to keep track of these files, was it not?" I shrank back even further.
"Yes...ye-yes, sir. It was." He glared at me.
"And it was also you, who promised never to lose track of any files, for any agent! Was it not?!" I wanted nothing more than to become invisible and fly away. Instead, I loosened my collar and looked down.
"Y-ye-y-yes sir. That was me." He pounded the desk, leaving a dent in the metal frame.
"Then why," He nearly shouted "DID YOU LOSE TRACK OF THESE?!" I meagerly dared a look upwards, and saw him leaning on the desk. His eyes were steaming red, like the faded ink on the folders that read:
W.B.B.A.A-The Files of Agent Otori
He slammed the folders onto my desk, dust scattering everywhere. I swatted the particles away with a stack of paper, and looked up at him, already beginning to sweat.
"U-um, sir." I stammered "Wha-wha-what are these?" His bulging eyeballs looked ready to explode, and he lifted a pudgy finger at me. His hot, tuna-smelling breath punctured my nostrils, and I shrank back in my chair.
"You..." His voice seemed to cut into my skin, and I winced. "It was your job to keep track of these files, was it not?" I shrank back even further.
"Yes...ye-yes, sir. It was." He glared at me.
"And it was also you, who promised never to lose track of any files, for any agent! Was it not?!" I wanted nothing more than to become invisible and fly away. Instead, I loosened my collar and looked down.
"Y-ye-y-yes sir. That was me." He pounded the desk, leaving a dent in the metal frame.
"Then why," He nearly shouted "DID YOU LOSE TRACK OF THESE?!" I meagerly dared a look upwards, and saw him leaning on the desk. His eyes were steaming red, like the faded ink on the folders that read:
W.B.B.A.A-The Files of Agent Otori
File #1-Early Life (Click to View)
I landed on the ground with a shocking crunch, and was sent sprawling backwards, head over heels. I tumbled for a few feet, then whipped my arms out and dug into the soggy mud to slow myself. It was a long fall from the tree where my Eagle lived, and every time I jumped from the tree after talking to him I risked falling down the hill and into the river. It was always jarring, no matter how many times I pulled the stunt. So far, though, I'd always manage to stop before I fell to far down the hill. Brushing myself off, I stood up and looked around in the sky. The sun was bright, and I squinted, hoping to find a clue as to why that this time, when I went to go and see him, the Eagle was gone. I was only 5 years old, and I didn't yet understand the concept of death. It didn't occur to me that something could reach the end of its' tether, and lose the gift of life. I only knew that my precious Eagle was gone, and I had to find it.
I sprinted farther north, deeper into the woods, where shadowed patches overtook me and pulled me out from the light. I ran around aimlessly, wandering farther and farther from home. My choppy silver hair acted as a rudder as it directed me deeper into the thick of the trees. Faster and faster I ran, calling out my Eagle's name over and over.
"Aquilla!" I called "Aquilla, where have you gone?" The sun was beginning to set, and the last glimpse of light were fading fast. The sound of the night creatures overcame the sounds of the day ones, and I began to shiver-not from cold, but from loneliness. Even though I had always been a lonely person, my Eagle was always there for me. Now, I had nothing left, no one to stand by me. That was why I felt so dependent on him, because he was the only true friend I had.
He was the only friend I'd ever had.
I sprinted farther north, deeper into the woods, where shadowed patches overtook me and pulled me out from the light. I ran around aimlessly, wandering farther and farther from home. My choppy silver hair acted as a rudder as it directed me deeper into the thick of the trees. Faster and faster I ran, calling out my Eagle's name over and over.
"Aquilla!" I called "Aquilla, where have you gone?" The sun was beginning to set, and the last glimpse of light were fading fast. The sound of the night creatures overcame the sounds of the day ones, and I began to shiver-not from cold, but from loneliness. Even though I had always been a lonely person, my Eagle was always there for me. Now, I had nothing left, no one to stand by me. That was why I felt so dependent on him, because he was the only true friend I had.
He was the only friend I'd ever had.
File #2-Sickness (Click to View)
The night waned on, and the farther the moon rose in the dark sky, the more the truth began to sink in.
"Aquilla?" I called for the hundredth time. I wanted to keep searching, but I knew it was hopeless. Mother had once talked about death, how certain people go to sleep for time. That was what had happened to Father. Could it have happened to Aquilla? A single tear formed on my eyelid, and made its' way down my cheek. No, it couldn't be. Aquilla couldn't be gone, because...well, because...I needed him. He was my friend! I sank down on the grass and rocked myself back and forth, the tears falling like rain. Aquilla was gone.
For months, I mourned over the loss of my Eagle, but refused to talk about it with anyone. School started up again, but it didn't matter. Nothing excited me now. Every day seemed dull and lifeless without Aquilla. My grades dropped, and Mother became very concerned. But every time she asked me about it, I ran upstairs and locked myself in my room and cried. It wasn't long before I became seriously ill.
"Depression" The doctor said, shining the flashlight into my dull grey eyes. "I'm not sure what caused it, because he refuses to talk." Mother began to rub her kneecaps, like she always did when she was nervous.
"Do you think he'll be alright?" She asked, a worried tone apparent in her voice.
"Depends," he replied. "In a more serious case, like his, you should be careful and watch over him. Make sure he doesn't....end himself." Mother nodded, but I wasn't listening. All I heard was a strange commotion outside, like pieces of metal banging together. It reminded me of banging pots and pans when I was a lot younger, and for a second, I smiled, for the first time in months. It quickly passed though, because the doctor ushered me out of his office.
In the end, Mother decided it would be best if I stayed at the hospital, so she could keep a close eye on me, and we wouldn't have to travel to see the doctor. There, I developed a pattern that began to lift me out of my sickness. Every night I would lie awake in sadness and think about Aquilla, but every day I would go outside and watch the kids play with the metal tops. It was this that would save me from my depression.
"Aquilla?" I called for the hundredth time. I wanted to keep searching, but I knew it was hopeless. Mother had once talked about death, how certain people go to sleep for time. That was what had happened to Father. Could it have happened to Aquilla? A single tear formed on my eyelid, and made its' way down my cheek. No, it couldn't be. Aquilla couldn't be gone, because...well, because...I needed him. He was my friend! I sank down on the grass and rocked myself back and forth, the tears falling like rain. Aquilla was gone.
For months, I mourned over the loss of my Eagle, but refused to talk about it with anyone. School started up again, but it didn't matter. Nothing excited me now. Every day seemed dull and lifeless without Aquilla. My grades dropped, and Mother became very concerned. But every time she asked me about it, I ran upstairs and locked myself in my room and cried. It wasn't long before I became seriously ill.
"Depression" The doctor said, shining the flashlight into my dull grey eyes. "I'm not sure what caused it, because he refuses to talk." Mother began to rub her kneecaps, like she always did when she was nervous.
"Do you think he'll be alright?" She asked, a worried tone apparent in her voice.
"Depends," he replied. "In a more serious case, like his, you should be careful and watch over him. Make sure he doesn't....end himself." Mother nodded, but I wasn't listening. All I heard was a strange commotion outside, like pieces of metal banging together. It reminded me of banging pots and pans when I was a lot younger, and for a second, I smiled, for the first time in months. It quickly passed though, because the doctor ushered me out of his office.
In the end, Mother decided it would be best if I stayed at the hospital, so she could keep a close eye on me, and we wouldn't have to travel to see the doctor. There, I developed a pattern that began to lift me out of my sickness. Every night I would lie awake in sadness and think about Aquilla, but every day I would go outside and watch the kids play with the metal tops. It was this that would save me from my depression.
File #3-Beyblade (Click to View)
I sat there in amazement, watching the two tops collide with the other. Hit after hit, a barrage of attacks by one, and a solid defense by the other. The sparks danced around, and inspired me to try. Standing up, I walked over to one of the boys battling. He was about my age, maybe more. His white hair glistened, and he bent down to pick up his top. I gently tapped him.
"Hey," I asked, my voice wispy and thin. It had been a while I had asked anyone for something, let alone talked.
"Yeah, what?" He sounded ready to pummel me, and had a fist raised, so I decided to drop it. No use in getting beaten up for something I wasn't even sure I liked. I hobbled over to the other boy, whose face looked inviting rather than threatening. He looked up at me with big, curious brown eyes.
"Yes?" He almost seemed to whisper. His top glistened in his hand, and my eyes fell upon it. I shifted from foot to foot.
"Um.." I began, "That top you have there, what is it?" He looked at me sideways.
"A beyblade," He said. "It's a spinning top that you battle with" I fidgeted my fingers.
"Beyblade..." My lips took their time forming the word, refusing to let it go. Beyblade...was this my destiny? Was I to use these for a greater purpose? I felt a calling...it sounded like an eagle cry. I knew that call....Aquilla! When I saw the tops, they reminded me of Aquilla. That was why I felt a connection to them, why I felt close to them. Now more than ever, I wanted to try it. "I was just wondering," I asked politely. "Could I try that?" Without saying a word, the kid handed me the top, a strange, green mechanism and a blue plastic rope with a handle.
"This is the launcher," He said, point to the mechanism. "You use it to launch. You just insert this ripcord here, like so..." he took the rope and put one end through. "Next, you attach the bey onto the bottom..." He clicked the top onto two plastic protrusions on the bottom of the launcher. "Then you hold the launcher and pull the cord to go!" He handed me the set up launcher. "Good luck..." He backed away. The other beyblader wobbled over to the opposite side of the dish in the ground.
"Hey," He said, pulling out his top. "I'll challenge you!" He showed off his ugly teeth, and I held up my top in defense. "Ok..." I said meekly, gripping the launcher. A large crowd of kids had gathered, and they began a countdown. "Three! Two! One! Go Shoot!" On the last word, the other guy launched. I was pretty sure I was supposed to launch as well, so I pulled my cord and watched the bey fly off of the mechanism.
My first beybattle had begun, and for the first time in years, I cracked a full smile.
Sorry this one was short. It's late and I have to go to bed!
"Hey," I asked, my voice wispy and thin. It had been a while I had asked anyone for something, let alone talked.
"Yeah, what?" He sounded ready to pummel me, and had a fist raised, so I decided to drop it. No use in getting beaten up for something I wasn't even sure I liked. I hobbled over to the other boy, whose face looked inviting rather than threatening. He looked up at me with big, curious brown eyes.
"Yes?" He almost seemed to whisper. His top glistened in his hand, and my eyes fell upon it. I shifted from foot to foot.
"Um.." I began, "That top you have there, what is it?" He looked at me sideways.
"A beyblade," He said. "It's a spinning top that you battle with" I fidgeted my fingers.
"Beyblade..." My lips took their time forming the word, refusing to let it go. Beyblade...was this my destiny? Was I to use these for a greater purpose? I felt a calling...it sounded like an eagle cry. I knew that call....Aquilla! When I saw the tops, they reminded me of Aquilla. That was why I felt a connection to them, why I felt close to them. Now more than ever, I wanted to try it. "I was just wondering," I asked politely. "Could I try that?" Without saying a word, the kid handed me the top, a strange, green mechanism and a blue plastic rope with a handle.
"This is the launcher," He said, point to the mechanism. "You use it to launch. You just insert this ripcord here, like so..." he took the rope and put one end through. "Next, you attach the bey onto the bottom..." He clicked the top onto two plastic protrusions on the bottom of the launcher. "Then you hold the launcher and pull the cord to go!" He handed me the set up launcher. "Good luck..." He backed away. The other beyblader wobbled over to the opposite side of the dish in the ground.
"Hey," He said, pulling out his top. "I'll challenge you!" He showed off his ugly teeth, and I held up my top in defense. "Ok..." I said meekly, gripping the launcher. A large crowd of kids had gathered, and they began a countdown. "Three! Two! One! Go Shoot!" On the last word, the other guy launched. I was pretty sure I was supposed to launch as well, so I pulled my cord and watched the bey fly off of the mechanism.
My first beybattle had begun, and for the first time in years, I cracked a full smile.
Sorry this one was short. It's late and I have to go to bed!
