First: Thanks to @Anime_Girl206  for  letting me use her name for an OC. I'll be using it more in the second book, probably if I get to it. Really, the name is perfect for this character! 

Anyways, on with da story!!!!

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Robin:

She gaped in stunned surprise. "You're not supposed to exist"... then what am I? That would make me a mistake! And I don't wanna be a mistake!

Oblivious to what Robin was thinking, Gabe started again. "This girl from Spain called me, ranked three in the world. Her name is Andi de la Hoya, and she has two quirks, and one of them is looking through time. Ask your beyblade later. Anyways, apparently time has this loop that goes over and over. It's gone by two times before, where the world was destroyed and recreated. And no, this isn't some cult, I had to google it. "

Robin glared at him and flicked her pocket knife open. Out of the corner of her eyes, she thought she glimpsed two figures scrambling away. She immediately identified them as Daigo and Valt, but focused on her rage. "YOU TELL ME THIS STUFF NOW OF ALL TIMES. GREAT. TELL ME RIGHT BEFORE MY MATCH!"

He looked mildly panicked, probably because she was now holding a knife. "Calm down and listen. In the first two, someone called the God of Destruction, Phi, basically killed the world. His younger brother recreated the world. This went on twice, and then there were beyblade powers, or Descendants. This wasn't supposed to happen, and then a gazillion years later, you and Andi were there. I don't know what's going on, but the world needs to reset, and if it doesn't, we're all dead again. The world will self destruct, and we won't be remaking it. This is in the interest of human survival. So please... I need you to lose to Lui."

Her heart beat faster with the knowledge. Andi de la Hoya, Phi or something, not supposed to exist, save the world? Okay, am I in a cliche or something?

"Oh yeah?" Robin decided on casual. "How do I know you're not just trying to keep your friend from losing. I know you're the only one he respects." She stuck the pocketknife back in her backpack. "I could always just win and let whatever this is take its course."

Struggling to keep her emotions in check, she turned around and left. Robin's eyes burned with tears as she tried not to destroy the wall. I have to get outta here! Before I murder this place and everyone in it.

She fled down the hall, dodging surprised people and glaring at anyone who stared for more than a second. God, I'm not supposed to be alive. Then what am I supposed to be?!

Robin charged through a door and crashed into someone. That someone cried out in surprise and fell backwards. She landed on top of

She thought a very inappropriate word as she noted the position she was in.

On top of Lui Shirosagi.

He reacted first. "GET OFF ME YOU WORTHLESS KURENAI!"

Robin toppled off and shot to her feet. "Then watch where you're going next time!"

"You crashed into me first!!! Go away!" God, he sounded so much like a little kid.

"Fine!" She pushed him aside and stomped for the door.

"Azura."

She turned around, surprised. Then cursed herself, realizing she answered to her actual name. "What?"

"Don't forget who's going to crush you."

She scoffed and stomped out, muttering, "My fate can't be foretold."

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At random, Robin arrived at a training area. Squishy mats covered the walls, and there were several beystadiums here. What should I do now? My only option to beat Lui is to do the Descendant Challenge, and I have a chance at that, but I need more power for both of us? What should I do, deciding that we won't throw the match?

Well... what about one of those spells you love so much?

Robin frowned. "Those spells" as Ramos called them, were different songs relating to fire or water or something like that. They gave certain beyblades extra power or loss of power, depending on what element. Super cliche, but that's why that kind of power was so important. Not many people spared time to master it, but plenty had the skill down. Robin was one of those people.

She took a slow breath.

You are the..." Pain, sudden and very annoying spiked through her head. She growled and pounded at her forehead. "O-ocean... ocean's" The words felt foreign in her mouth, and Robin coughed and spoke to Phoenix.

What the heck's wrong? I can't use my go-to spell anymore!

That'll weaken me.

I don't get it.

Phoenix rolled her eyes. That's a song supporting water beyblades. Naoki or your previous bey would be able to use that easily. I need something else, but I don't exactly google songs.

Robin actually had an idea for this, which was mildly surprising considering that she'd never done this before.

"Oh, ye of so little faith," she started slowly, recalling the lyrics. The barest whisper of power flickered through her. "Don't doubt it, don't doubt it."

"Victory is in my veins," Robin continued, building up speed. Phoenix hummed in appreciation as warmth emanated from her. "You know it, you know it."

"And I will not negotiate," the girl sang faster. The air around her burst into flame, and she cheered. "I will transform!"

It swirled into her palms, ready and able. At least the bey training area she was in right now wasn't flammable. She chanted quickly, then stopped and looked at her flaming hands. The fire didn't hurt, but no one could make something out of nothing. The seemingly fuelless fire ran on her energy.

So how do I do this? Robin wondered, tracing her hands through the air like fiery comets. Did fire work like water, cool and gentle and pliable? Or was it the opposite, wild and angry and free?

What do you think, Robin? Phoenix chided. Ever since you lost your first beyblade, you weren't exactly gentle. You first name may be Azura, but your name is definitely Robin. Go with your instincts so I can stop talking these cliches.

Robin kept her eyes open as she practiced, combining martial arts moves Xander had taught with the spell Zac sometimes sang with the fire that Lui wore and the anger Shu hid. She would beat them all because she was stronger than them all. A combination of their best traits.

"Robin!"

She turned, cooled anger heating up again. "Gabe. What is it this time?"

"You didn't let me finish," he panted. Apparently he'd been running everywhere trying to find her. "There's more to it. I realize I was being a bit insensitive. Do you want me to wait for later or tell you now?"

She scoffed. "Later. Save it for after I win." Robin paused. "Does this have to do with why you're being nice right now?"

He was silent.

"Right. Got it. Anything else?"

Gabe tilted his head in the direction of the stands. "Shu and your angry blond friend will be battling in two minutes."

She nodded, distracted. "Understood. Thanks."

Andi De La Hoya. Wonder who she is, where she is. Will I meet her? Eh, probably. Maybe she'll know me somehow, and this guy won't have to play messenger. Guess I'll keep practicing.

Her partner cut through her thoughts. Perhaps you should stop, Phoenix offered. You need to save your energy, and the draws are random. After Shu, you have a 50% chance of going.

I have to get better! She protested, but Phoenix had a point. She had been working hard for days, getting up before dawn and practicing until after midnight. She needed to rest before Lui's match. But Robin was used to using water power, not fire. She didn't have as much control as Robin figured she'd need.

Annddd... that's where you're going wrong.

Startled, Robin flinched. What?

You don't have to control fire. It's power comes from your wild emotions, and since you have that particular power, you can find anyone's emotions and use them.

Robin sighed. Fine, I guess I'll rest for a while.

She made her way back to the stadium, where the showdown between Shu and Wakiya was starting. Robin grinned. The Great Murasaki Smackdown was about to begin.

Wakiya:

He had practiced forever for this day. Increased his endurance, fought through days and days of strength training, gone through thousands of launches, just for this moment. Hundreds of people had been destroyed by him in preparation of this. But today's match was special, because the time to knock Shu Kurenai off his throne had come. The arrogant albino had it coming, and Wakiya planned to deliver tenfold. He was no Descendant, but his skills were strong enough to bring this Kurenai down.

"Hello," Shu said casually to him at the stadium, watching him carefully out of those insufferable ringed ruby eyes. As if they ran into each other in the street instead of as opponents.

Wakiya seethed internally, but kept his normal facade. The determined weakling, challenging his betters. Who would suspect otherwise? Who would pay someone like him any attention with someone like Shu or Valt on the team?

Answer: NO ONE.

"You may as well give up now," Wakiya told him. Basic Murasaki smacktalk. It wouldn't work unless valt was out of range, though. Just as super annoying and really hot Rantaro was his anchor here, Valt was Shu's. The overpowered couple of the century.

"I'd rather not," the albino nightmare said calmly.

No more words were exchanged. Wakiya ran through his short list of moves. He had worked hard to perfect his moves, so there weren't many. Quality over quantity, he supposed.

His feet found the correct width apart, and his arm curled backwards. Wakiya attached Wyvron to the launcher and held it in front of him, carefully tilting the launcher at a precise sixty-two point five degree angle. Another one of his overlooked skills-- he was excellent at deducing widths and lengths and other basic spatial calculations. He also knew how people's minds worked after meeting them once.

"Three!"

"Two!" Honcho gave him a thumbs up. His cheeks turned red, and he growled. Wakiya couldn't afford to be distracted. The adorable oaf would have to wait.

"One!"

"Let it.. Rip!" Wakiya pulled as hard as he could. So did Shu, who seemed to not be taking him seriously.

That was what would be his downfall.

Wyvron landed perfectly in the center, curved tip keeping the bey balanced. Spryzen narrowly missed the purple bey, streaking around the stadium and coming in for another attack.

He knew that after two to three attacks, Spryzen would do either an upper launch or a Counter Break, and that couldn't be allowed to happen. They were attack number one. Wakiya had time.

"Now!!!" Wakiya roared, following Wyvron with his eyes. Spryzen curved towards the center, and Shu mumbled something quite rude.

"SHIELD CRASH!!!!"

Wyvron left the center of the stadium to touch the upper edges, then gained gravity like a pendulum and streaked back down. A surge of power that anyone could feel exploded from the two colliding beys.

"Ring out finish!" the ref called. "Wild Wyvron gets one point!"

Shu scooped up his bey, and the weird thing was that he looked... glad. Glad that the ring out finish had happened., no emotion in his eyes. "So that's what you've been working on."

And just like that, Wakiya's strategy was gone.

Shu had been playing him the first round. He was so focused on himself he forgot to check on Shu. That meant he'd been going at half power, just enough to seem vulnerable. And Wakiya had taken the bait, fallen for it hook, line and sinker.

Honcho glared at him and mouthed some advice: Do better! Eat a lollipop!

Very helpful. Wonderful, even.

Wakiya looked Shu in the eye. "I have more than one trick," he told him, wishing it was true. He couldn't make up new moves on the spot like Valt, and had more pride than his opponent, which got in the way. He didn't possess the cheerful determination his boyfriend had, nor the quiet strength Daigo was now showing. And he surely didn't own the endless power source Robin seemed to have.

Wakiya was the weakest member of the Beigoma Beyclub.

What business did he have trying to compete with Shu?
He would never be good enough.

Honcho blinked, looked him straight in the eyes. Do not lose hope, got it? It's not over until it's over. Fight through it, understand? You're better than this!

Wakiya wondered how he could understand Rantaro so completely, only knowing him for a few months.

"Losing your nerve?" Shu asked him. Those haunting red hues tracked his, a hunter toying with its prey.

"Never," Wakiya snarled back. When he was angry, he was the strongest, and right now Shu was making him very angry. "Don't be so cocky. You just lost a point." He settled into his launching position and tilted the launcher the same way, intending to change it at the last second. That should give him more power for shield crash, and with luck, Spryzen was hitting the center too.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Let it... rip!"

Wyvron didn't even hit the center. As it soared down, Spryzen crashed into it from the sides, hitting it out of the air. Wyvron landed, barely in one piece, next to his foot. His bey had been chucked out before he even touched the ground.

"What an anticlimactic finish!" Hanami yelled, getting through Wakiya's sound block. Another thing no one knew he could do: shut down his hearing when he wanted to.

Shu narrowed his eyes. Wakiya figured he was thinking something about that as a burst finish and gave him a savage grin. The ones Robin liked to use to annoy people. "You can't take me down that easily."

His gaze bounced off Valt, landed straight on him. "And you can't take me down easily," he replied. And flashed a smile just like Wakiya's.

Somehow, Shu could always break through his sound barrier. Hanami did it again. "OOOHHH!!! THINGS ARE GETTING INTERESTIN--"

Wakiya successfully blocked him out as he thought about his next move. That one hit nearly killed Wyvron, and if he did that again, then his bey didn't stand a chance.

He could always put himself at a disadvantage, use the "bait" trick Shu had used. Going with an attack stance would do that, and that was twice as much power if he could alter the trajectory without hitting the center.

He settled into a launching position, and Shu did the same, cold blood orbs gleaming with a challenge. He was taking Wakiya seriously. At least that was a plus.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Let it... rip!"

Wyvron hit the wall, bounced off, and zoomed back and forth from one side of the stadium to another and gathered speed. Meanwhile, Shu's bey was going wild, missing everything and gaining speed the same. Wakiya knew the attack had to come soon, because with the way Shu's Counter Break worked, he could basically go in any direction, not to mention with extreme power.

"Attack now!!!" Wakiya roared, throwing his hand forwards. Wyvron responded instantly, glowing and streaking towards the center. Shu's bey was on the other side, and the red eyes on it seemed to burn.

"GO!!!" Shu yelled. Yelled. Using more than a whisper was unusual for him. "Spryzen! Destroy him!"

The two beys met in a crash of sparks. Waves of energy rolled off them, nearly throwing the two bladers back. People in the stands cried out, trying to defend themselves from the onslaught of gaseous power.

Wakiya and Shu were deadlocked in this, along with their beys. This time, no other thoughts rolled through his mind, no self-doubt burrowed through his head, nothing other than he had to win. Wakiya had to win. There was a difference between wanting something and needing something.

Wakiya Murasaki needed this win.

Then a crack startled him. He hissed, breaking his concentration, and just like that, it was over.

Wyvron burst.

"Two points to Storm Spryzen! Shu Kurenai wins with a score of three to one!"

Both of them stared in utter shock. Wakiya was the first to react, his mind struggling to cope.

He had to leave before he started crying. Refusing to look at anyone, he gathered his pieces and ran like Wyvron was chasing him.

Honcho found him in the hallway, beating his closed fists mercilessly against the wall. "Stupid... useless... weak.... Too weak!" With a cry of anger, he slammed his hand against the wall with more power and was rewarded by a satisfying burst of pain.

The thoughts running through his head was complete torture. The pain of loss was burning though him like liquid fire and clawing at him. He lost because he got distracted by a noise. A noise, of all things! If he had just been able to block it out, if he had just been stronger!

Tears were spilling from his eyes, and Wakiya didn't know when they had started, just that Rantaro couldn't see this. "Go away," he gasped through his sobbing. "D-Don't look at me!"

He pulled his arm back to shatter the bones in his hand-- so he would remember this.

And Honcho threw his arms over him and pulled Wakiya back.

"Stop it!" his boyfriend yelled at Wakiya. "You're just going to throw everything away because of a dumb loss? While we're on the topic of losses, you almost had him! You did fine, now stop throwing a tantrum!"

If there was anything Rantaro Kiyama was good at, it was motivational speeches. That was actually in the yearbook.

"You can cry," he told him, pulling Wakiya into a hug. Honcho kissed his forehead. "It doesn't mean you're weak."

And finally, the lone wolf found that he was not alone.

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But...

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If he had stayed at the arena second later, he would have seen the victor's bey shatter to three parts: one of them with a crack in it.

Maybe he hadn't won, but Wakiya Murasaki had just shaped the future.

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YEETTT!!! So that should be a decent finish for Wakiya. I tried to make him more likeable, since I've been making him the hated character for most of this. Change in perspective hopefully did a lot.

I've been practicing.

Also, happy summer break! I'll be updating randomly,  but I"ll try to finish it by the end of summer.

Hopefully.

Thank you for reading this far!!!

Robin out!