Shadow of a Doubt || Copper

[Arashi]

Darkness shrouded the abandoned alley ways, leaving the few remains that show signs that life still remains, the odd bottle of alcohol, and a two day old cigarette. The heavy sound of boots echoed inside and rebounded back around said alley ways and gave the area a spooky atmosphere. Hands buried deep in pockets, hood up and a slow beating tune playing quietly through a set of headphones. A small gust of wind blew a couple sheets of paper around in miniature vortexes. The moon shone above the remains of a city, with wisps of grey cloud, drifting lazily across the silver light. A few stars dotted around, forming star signs and various symbols.

A chilled huff from the blader known as Arashi set the temperature at 48 degrees Fahrenheit. The fog of air hanging around for two seconds then dispersing into the darkness. The slow procession down the alley way didn't bother Arashi, he had become accustomed to it and often preferred taking the dark route. Reason being that he didn't really like being out in the open. Yeah, it's a lame excuse not to walk out in the open like normal people but he was different.

The pace quickened as the tune changed, switching to a more fast paced song. His boots stepping more quickly, and the slight sound of quiet beat-boxing coming from Arashi's mouth. Just then what sounded like a tin can rolled across the ground giving the distinctive rattling noise, stopping Arashi in his tracks. He pushed his headphones from his ears, to hang around his neck, still playing but allowing him to hear his surroundings. Slightly leaning backward and looking over his right shoulder, Arashi saw a shadow that seemed to be blocking the sliver of silver that filtered into the small space. He didn't like it.

"Who's there." He called out, in a non caring tone. It didn't help that he was tired, so that placed him in a bad mood. Turning his whole body this time, Arashi searched the dark area with his eyes looking for any more suspicious shadows. There, one moved. Arashi didn't know karate, ti chi, and all that jazz, all he needed to know was how to punch, kick and run. Also another factor about Arashi, he hates to fight, so when he can, he'll take the least aggressive way out and run like hell.

[Copper]

Sweat drenched hair and an aching hand was all that Copper had to show for a couple hours of training in the dark cold alley. He’d been having some issues with his beyblade drifting on him and it was starting to bug the hell out of him. He locked the large green bey back into the launcher and gripped tightly on the ripcord. His arm shook as Copper raised the launcher; his attention now focused on the small silver can that laid on its side a few feet from him. “C’mon…work this time.” With as much might as he could provide he tore back the ripcord and watch as the bey launched itself and shot for the can.

At first the green blur began moving left and right before finally straightening out halfway to the can. Chunks of dirt flew from the tip of the blade as dug deeper into the ground hoping to gain traction as it flew down the alley. The closer it got to the can the more Copper’s hopes began to rise until he noticed something that really disappointed him: Once again the beyblade began to drift. Just as the bey was within inches of the can it drifted to the right and slice the can on its side sending the silver container flying in the opposite direction. He watched as the bey spun off some more before finally coming to a stop up against one of the building walls.

Copper just stood there and contemplated what had gone wrong. ‘I’d adjusted for the weight, terrain, and even launched it more to the left. What is the freaking problem now?’ He bent down, grabbed the grey sweatshirt that was lying on the ground with a furry, and slipped it on; his mind still on the recent attempt. Everything was quiet as he moved on to pick up his beyblade. He hadn’t really noticed how cold it was until he noticed the steam rising off the edges of the green bey. He kicked the can once more for good measure before reaching down to pick up the bey. It was then that he heard a soft sound of music coming from down one of the alleys. He quickly moved over to the side of the wall and listened for the music once more. ‘Where is it coming from?’ He then noticed a shadow standing still in the moonlight and it was questioning him. “I should be asking you the same thing. What’s your business here?”

[Arashi]

Arashi's bad mood dwindled to a more annoyed state of mind. He was now approachable but still uneasy. The sound that someone replied to Arashi's question was reassuring and proved that he wasn't going insane. Taking his hands out of his pockets, crossing his arms across his chest Arashi began to walk toward the voice. It sounded like another youth, like himself, and thus he replied in the same manner. "Just passin' through. Not up to much really. How about you?" Arashi now a few meters away from the other then noticed the scratch marks in the ground. He knew what from and who owned it.

The scratches were fresh in the ground and so the other who was standing ahead of him must have been a blader. Stopping in the shadows Arashi uncrossed his arms then pulled down his furred hood, revealing his face. His gloved hands intertwining with themselves, rubbing to keep themselves warm. Though he often got cold hands due to the Beyblade that sat impatiently in his pocket. Now and then 'freezing' his fingers out of boredom. Nether the less, that didn't help in situations where you meet someone new, and so Arashi thought better than to place his hands in his pockets again for a while.

Smirking like a Cheshire cat, Arashi said, "Seems that someone here has a Beyblade. A heavy duty one as well, judging by those scratches in the ground." Looking up to the sky Arashi noticed the moon now wasn't concealed behind the clouds at all. The moonlight flooding the alley like a tsunami. Out of the shadows Arashi was faced with a tall well built young man, around his age. He was slightly jealous but still you can't have everything he thought.