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This is a Beyblade Metal Masters story about a girl who comes from a complex background, and because she’s trying to help her family she enters a strange arrangement with a certain member of team Starbreaker, which will change her life forever. The story is developed alongside canon events from the series, so I always add an ambiance suggestion of which episodes the chapter follows in the A/N! Also, some chapters feature smut scenes, so please be aware!

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The Descend and the Resurface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

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I wanted to hop on here and express my gratitude for your kind words about my fanfic and continuous support even though I haven’t posted in a while! It is really rewarding to know so many of you enjoyed this little side-plot that follows the original storyline!

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I watched Beyblade Metal Masters a few years ago, and I remember I was always so bothered by how much potential Damian’s character had, yet they never used it. I waited a couple of years to see if they would bring him back into the show, but nothing happened and that’s why I decided to write my spin on the existing story using people I know and canon events as a blueprint; I felt that way it was both easier for me to write as I didn’t have to do any world building or introducing too many new characters, plus I really liked the writers’ work as it was.

Damian Hart x OC

Summary: OC comes from a complex background, and in the midst of trying to save it all and help her family she enters a strange arrangement, which will change her life forever.

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Tags: Beyblade, Beyblade Metal Masters, Julian Konzern, Jack, Damian, OC, mention of suicidal thoughts, team Starbreaker, team Excalibur, dr. Ziggurat, Hades Inc.

Chapter 24

From hazy memory, I recall my final days passed slow and fast simultaneously. Zeo helped me with my suitcase and went to the airport with me, holding me in a tight hug as I cried. It just wasn’t fair: why does everyone deserve to go back to their lives while I can’t possibly move on? Why does everyone have a happy ending while I don’t even know what happened to Damian?

Upon my return, I found my room crowded in fresh bouquets of the most beautiful flowers, all from Julian. Each had a handwritten note: apologies for his “unforgivable behaviour”, apologies for ever letting me go, promises and pleas for another chance. He also came by one Sunday morning to beg my hand back. I truly believe his repentance, turns out he realised he loved me more than he thought. That day, he left promising he will wait as long as it takes and earn my trust and love back. The final days of the summer slipped away in tears of heartbreak, of worry and nescience. Each day brought less news, even the gossiping and theory-plotting voices dimmed down eventually, distracted by new events. Everyone seemed to move on, except for me. As the leaves changed colour, my mind ran across different shades of emotion as well: my worry occasionally soured into hatred, boiled into anger, or sunk into depression. Some days I believed he selfishly ran away on his own, some that he has passed away, and on others that a worse fate than both found him. On a particularly rough night a month after he dissapeared, the thunderstorms reminded me of the cracks left in my sad heart: we didn’t even have a picture together, or something to remember each other by, nothing. Nothing but a painful memory. That night I considered ending it all, thinking we might finally be reunited as I looked over the balcony down into the garden. What stopped me was the thought he might still be alive. The thought he might be looking for me as I was looking for him. The thought that he loves me.

I am sitting next to my bedroom window as a misty autumnal morning wakes up with the rest of the world. Every day the thoughts from that night keep me going. Hope against fear of the unknown. Hope against a painful imagination. My parents are worried about me, and I agreed to start therapy under the condition that it was with dr. Carlisle. I felt comforted speaking to him because I felt at least somehow closer to Damian, imagining him speaking to Carlisle all those years. Julian never ceased his support for me and my family, sending fresh flowers, gifts and letters regularly. Through the letters he repeatedly expressed his sadness over being blind to how much he loved me, and that he fights his urge to contact me every day, choosing to write letters instead. In my pain and suffering, I constantly considered giving him another chance because I missed the warmth of an embrace, a shoulder to cry on. But my contemplation always circled back to the reason why I was crying in the first place.

Even though I had completely lost all contact with Jack, I kept a somewhat regular streak of occasional calls with Zeo. His new life brought out his cheerful side, and I was so happy for him. I hoped Jack and Damian had found the same calm happiness. The same lift of liberation that filled him with life made each of our calls more spaced out, but I was thankful for each one nonetheless; I couldn’t blame him for moving on, or for not sharing my pain. All of my friends told me I should move on, but they didn’t understand time doesn’t heal all wounds: it heals only the ones you know how you got, and that you know are going to pass. In other words, time only heals the wounds you know have an end, but how can time fight against an unknown end? An unfinished story?

A/N: Even though it is a short one, I wanted this chapter to reflect the first in the sense that a lot had been said in a few words. I wanted to highlight what Camila is going through right now, a pained heart every day with little to no new things in her life (Lana’s “Dark Paradise” is the literal soundtrack of this chapter).

Damian Hart x OC

Summary: OC comes from a complex background, and in the midst of trying to save it all and help her family she enters a strange arrangement, which will change her life forever.

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Tags: Beyblade, Beyblade Metal Masters, Julian Konzern, Jack, Damian, OC, Gingka Hagane, team Starbreaker, team Excalibur, dr. Ziggurat, Hades Inc.

A/N: Sorry for the delay on this one! Enjoy!

Chapter 23

Damian seemed have to dissapeared into thin air. At first I was boiling in anger and worry because of where he could’ve gone in the few minutes that separated his ship docking and me leaving the helicopter. He could have went looking for me, but then where did he go and why was he alone? The very next day, my parents pressured me to buy a returning ticket because after seeing what happened they wanted me home safe and sound, but I managed to persuade them to get a date that was two weeks away to at least try and find out where he was. I was in contact with Zeo and Jack, none of them had seen him leave with anyone and had no idea how to contact him, or where to even look for him.

Two days after, Dr. Ziggurat had been presumed deceased by the media after his belongings had been found, but his body was missing. It was a shocking conclusion to reach without a body, but according to the investigation his access card had been used at three enterances since he was seen by a witness, the last one being Zeo who met him at a staircase at Hades Inc. Through these enterances he would only gain access to a small terrace with no other door or window leading anywhere, so the main assumption of the police was that he threw himself overboard: either while Hades City was still airborne or he jumped into the ocean after and drowned, the presumed motive being estimated as wanting to escape punishment and shame from his failed project. In a way, this was very believable: I completely agree Ziggurat would rather commit suicide than face the consequences of his actions, but would he really abandon his son like that?

Jack and Zeo ended up in the ER on the third day suffering from side effects of Arrangement abstinence, caused by the meltdown of Hades Inc.’s infrastructure as well as the Arrangement bed someohow being broken… I didn’t understand the details, but they also didn’t matter. Jack was having a severe reaction to the abstinence, unable to ingest or digest anything, even water, switching between a coma-like state and a delirium, even allegedlly bleeding from his body cavities. Because Zeo had been on the Arrangement for a shorter time, both his reaction and symptoms were gone within a couple of days thanks to the medical attention he recieved, and he was back to living a normal life with Masamune and Toby, cutting all ties with Hades Inc. after collecting his final paycheck. On the fifth day since Hades City crashed into the ocean, Damian was filed as a missing person by both the US police force and Interpol, as no evidence about his whereabouts came forward and he didn’t contact or come to collect his inheritance from Ziggurat’s will.

These were the days of absolute mental torture for me; every profile, thread and comment on the internet had a different theory about what happened to him. Some assumed he ran away on his own, others that he was kidnapped or even murdered, yet no one came forward to ask for ransom. When I visited Zeo in the gym in the city he used to train at, he said he thinks Damian had a plan B evacuation plan that separated him from others for safety reasons, but that does not explain why he didn’t respond to his father’s will, especially because he was the only beneficiary. The media and newspapers weren’t any better: as soon as an anonymous source ratted out Ziggurat and he were related, the onslaught of accusations, assumptions and allegations began. Hades Inc. medical experts gave several statements agreeing that Damian’s very life may be in danger if he didn’t get in contact with a medical facility or Hades Inc., as they had collected data on Arrangement abstinence on individuals that had used the system for periods of up to a couple of years, uncomparable to a decade. Because of the countless sleepless nights searching for answers, my hotel room was full of newspapers, notes scattered among any paper I could find, takeout packages and coffee-stained cups, but with every passing day the story grew more complicated, and my time was running out.

In desperation, I looked up dr. Carlisle’s email and asked him to meet me before I had to leave. On my way to the café he invited me to, I went over everything I’d read and heard. Even though it was a beautiful sunny day, I hadn’t felt any warmth in my body for days:

“I am just as concerned as you, Camila.” He devoted his assuring gaze my way: “I believe he’s definitely - hopefully - still alive, but I doubt he would run away by himself. He is too rational for that, and he is aware of the severity of abstinence.”

“Do you think he might have been kidnapped?” I warmed my hands on my warm cup of coffee

“I don’t believe so. The kidnappers would’ve asked for ransom by now, it’s been a week and a half since he was last seen on the boat. Besides, as soon as his side effects would start showing up he would definitely not be an easy hostage.”

A new theory popped into my head: “But what if they didn’t consider that? What if they didn’t know, just like I didn’t know, that the Arrangement abstinence had side effects and they…” I paused because of an emotional knot in my throat: “…got rid of him as soon as he became difficult?”

Carlisle looked at me for a moment, his eyes were warm but perturbed: “Camila, you haven’t been getting much sleep have you?”

I sighed, closing my eyes: “I can’t”

He paused again before gently putting his hand on the table: “As his doctor, I am not allowed to disclose details about him as a patient. I personally wouldn’t completely rule out the possibility that he ran away as a result of an irrational, emotional and traumatic episode. But knowing dr. Ziggurat, there might have been a secret evacuation and isolation plan for him none of us were aware of; perhaps he was taken in the crowd before you reached him.” He took a sip of his coffee: “He had a difficult and inescapable childhood, perhaps he wanted to run away from it all.”

“Do you think he might have gone out to search for his mother?” I gasped, surprised that I didn’t think of this earlier.

“Unlikely.” dr. Carlisle fixed his glasses: “Ziggurat’s parenting methods were questionable from my professional perspective, but one of the worst things he did was convince Damian his mother abandoned him as a baby.”

“But… why?”

“He probably wanted to achieve a certainty that he would never seek her, because then he would find out what his father’s real nature was.” I raised an eyebrow, so he continued with a big sigh: “His mother died of cancer years ago. Ziggurat took newborn Damian away from her as soon as she was diagnosed and took legal action so that she would never see him again until she died.”

My mouth was agape from shock, how could a human being be so cruel: “Didn’t he love her? How could he do such a thing?”

Get to know my OC: Camila moodboard

Damian Hart x OC

Summary: OC comes from a complex background, and in the midst of trying to save it all and help her family she enters a strange arrangement, which will change her life forever.

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Tags: Beyblade, Beyblade Metal Masters, Julian Konzern, Jack, Damian, OC, Gingka Hagane, team Starbreaker, Masamune Kadoya, Kyoya Tategami, dr. Ziggurat, Hades Inc.

A/N: (ambience suggestion) this chapter will go along with the canon storyline, so watch Beyblade Metal Masters episode 98, 99 and 100 if you like, it’s available on youtube! Enjoyyy :D

Chapter 22

I was trying to get into Ziggurat’s wing, suspecting if he and the boys are back that they may be together. Moving along the long, repetative, identical hallways I heard the echo of running footsteps, but I could not tell from which direction they were coming.

“Someone’s there! Get ready!” I heard an all too familiar voice: it was Gingka. He came up to me running with two other boys, launchers pointed at me because they were probably thinking I was a security guard or something. He was followed by a tanned guy with green hair and scars on his face, and Masamune.

“Camila?!?” Gingka almost dropped his launcher from confusion: “Wha… what are you doing here?!”

“Are you here with Julian?” Masamune also chipped in

“Uh…” I let out the longest, most confused, idiotic sound ever because I had no idea if I should just say yes and not overcomplicate things, or correct them seeing as I was in Hades Inc. and they were technically tresspassers to me.

“Gingka what are you doing here? It’s dangerous!” I tried to scare them off, I didn’t know if I should alert security

“Camila if you’re lost we can help you!” Gingka came closer to me, extending his hand: “We are looking for Ziggurat, Toby or the Spiral Core - they need to be stopped!”

I was feeling overwhelmed by the stress and weight of the moment: on one hand Ziggurat was definitely doing something fucked up, but then again I couldn’t just betray Damian and the boys if they are behind this too. But then again - they have to be behind this since they all work for Ziggurat, maybe even they are not aware he is doing something fucked up.

“Forget this” the green hair boy shook his head in dissapointed annoyance: “We’re just wasting our time with her.”

“Kyoya, seriously?” Gingka looked at him, but I kind of felt like he was right - I didn’t know if I should help them or not, and I didn’t even know in which direction to point them in: I literally found out about everything in the same day as them.

“I am completely serious Gingka” Kyoya said, shooting me a piercing judgemental look: “No matter the reason why or with who she’s here, she’s the enemy.”

Gingka and Masamune slowly looked back at me with a clear expression of shock and realisation, as if they couldn’t believe they were decieved by me even though I didn’t decieve them. Gingka soon snapped back to his old self:

“Doesn’t matter! Camila, if you want to help us save the world please do, and if you don’t then please step aside!”

“Save the world?” I picked up on this part, because it seemed I wasn’t aware of something.

“Oh for cryin’ out loud!” Kyoya screamed in frustration, almost punching a wall: “Gingka stop wasting your time! We have a battle in front of us and she doesn’t even know what you’re talking about!”

Gingka looked at me with a gleam of hope in his eyes: “Camila, he intends to sell the Spiral Force and won’t do anything if they use it as a weapon of mass destruction.” A wave of ice passed through my body upon his last four words: “Please help us if you can.”

I stood there for a minute, paralysed with the new information and with thinking if I could even help them in any way. Then, I remembered what Ziggurat’s assistant said about the subterranean levels of the facility - which were both guarded, secretive, unauthorised to almost everyone and big enough to have a reactor of some sort down there:

“If it’s anywhere, it’s down below” I pointed downwards with my hand: “that’s all I know”

Gingka smiled at me: “Thank you so much!” before all three of them ran off. I was left alone again, shaken by what I’d just heard, but shaken once more when I realised there was a camera on the ceiling just a meter away that has maybe filmed the entire thing. I almost shat my pants from stress in that very moment - will Ziggurat throw me out? Will Damian end his relationship with me because I betrayed his father and Starbreaker? A whole new rush of overthinking came over me as I slid down against the wall, shaking and shuddering. I was entering a panic attack from everything that was happening, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. After a couple of minutes a group of security guards came running past me, probably after Gingka and the boys:

“Hey, we have an injured girl!” One shouted after the others before kneeling down to help me, another one stopping in bis tracks to assist him: “She has the watch.”

My panic attack was shaking me so bad I couldn’t get a word out of my mouth, the security guards obviously had no idea who I was and my ID was not on me, making the situation very complicated.

“Let her go, Ziggurat gave us clear orders to stop the tresspassers!” The one who joined later stood up and started running after the other security guards before looking over his shoulder when he noticed his colleague wasn’t following him: “It’s your job on the line!”

As he dissapeared into the length of the hallway, the kneeling security guard was trying to calm me down in any way he could. He ended up calling for medical assistance and giving them my location before leaving, assuring me help is on its way. Although I couldn’t say it to him at the time, I was grateful for his kindness. By the time the paramedics arrived I was a bit better but very weak, the same feeling from before when I was struck by Spiral Force acting up again. The paramedics took me to the medical wing when I heard an explosion somewhere far in the building. I sat up abruptly: “What is that?”

“Nothing, miss, please lay down” the main nurse pushed me down gently, before mumbling something to the other nurse about sedatives. I looked to the left towards the open door of the nurse’s room, where a small part of a computer screen revealed some security camera footage. From a distance, straining my eyes, I could see a small part of a Bey battle arena, and a white cape:

“Damian!” I gasped: “Where is he? Where is that?”

“Now” the main nurse instructed the other nurse, who came up to me with a needle, pressing my arm down to get a clear injection point.

“Please no!” I begged, shaking my arms and legs so she couldn’t inject me: “Please! I’ll be good! Just tell him I’m here! I won’t be any trouble!”

“I believe you” the main nurse looked at me with sincere, compassionate eyes: “But these are the doctor’s orders.”

I gasped: “Ziggurat.”

He must’ve seen the camera footage, and this must be his way of preventing me from causing more inconveniences for him while he deals with Gingka. The nurse managed to grab my hand and inject the sedatives into my arm, slowly letting go and stepping back to disinfect and dismantle the small apparatus. Slowly, my mind was battling the urge to drift off to sleep. I was trying to stare into the lights and wake myself up somehow, but the drug was very strong. I resisted, trying to defy the chemistry that was happening inside my body and trying to persist against Ziggurat’s wishes. My eyes were blurry and my vision dizzy, I couldn’t tell the time even though I could see the watch on the wall in front of me, and I had no idea how much time passed. The nurses were in a commotion around me, but their unintelligible voices made me wonder if this drug is that strong or if they are actually speaking in a foreign language. They rolled my bed outside into the hall, where other nurses were waiting, and pushed my bed down the hall while running beside me.

The lights were pulsing in red, a voice echoing across the metallic hallways. Something about an evacuation? Even though the drug was preventing me from making the movements and sounds I wanted, I tried to move out of the bed and escape, but the nurses pushed my limbs down. Soon we were at the Hades Inc. medical heliport, where I was transferred onto a stretcher and placed inside of the helicopter along with a couple of others who were severely injured. I rested my head against the plastic support pillow; there was nothing I could do now. I was restrained by the staff, heavily drugged and completely clueless and hazy about what is happening around me. As the helicopter took off my consciousness drifted away as my body gave in to the drugs, unable to resist any longer.

I abruptly woke up with a gasp as the helicopter landed, the grounding snapping me out of my heavy, clouded uncosciousness. I realised they removed the restraints at some point in the flight, and that I could move my hands and feet. When the helicopter door opened I jumped up pushing the paramedic who was blocking me, and running outside. We were grounded in the city harbour, with hundreds of Hades Inc. boats pulling up with the evacuated staff. With a lazy limp in both of my legs, probably from the sedatives, I walked around trying to find the boys:

“Damian? Zeo?” I looked left and right, repeating myself like a paranoid parrot: “Jack? Damian? Anyone? Zeo?”

A wave of panic swooped over me, overwhelming me with the idea that they might have not survived the evacuation. Anyone I stopped and asked had no idea where they were, even the security guards. Our smart watches also stopped working because the main computer in Hades Inc. died in the evacuation process:

“Damian!” I cried, shaking, praying for them to be alive. Suddenly, I saw a familiar head of pink hair:

“JACK!” I gasped as I ran over to him, almost knocking a few people over: “Jack oh my God are you okay?!”

He was seated next to a pramedic, seeming normal at first, but as I came closer I realised he was shaking, his eyes lost to a gaze pointed somewhere behind me: “Jack do you hear me?”

“The Arrangement…” he whimpered: “They ruined it…”

“Jack where is Damian? Have you seen him?”

The paramedic next to him looked at me: “They were on the same boat before Jack’s entered shock. I am afraid I didn’t see where he went.”

I got up, spinning around trying to see Zeo or Damian - heck, I’d even be glad to see Ziggurat if Damian was next to him.

“Damian!” I called, continuing my search on foot, step by step choreographed with looking left and right: “Damian! Zeo!”

No one payed any attention to me, and no one answered my tearful calls:

“Damian! DAMIAN!” I cried out, begging for him to be okay: