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Location: Barcelona Airport – 10:02 AM
Status: The Champions Have Landed
The private WBBA flight from America touched down on the glittering runway of Spain's international airport, kissed by golden morning light and a flurry of global attention already brewing outside.
The moment the seatbelt light dimmed, Valt was up—grabbing his duffel bag, bouncing with visible excitement.
"We're here!" he grinned, turning toward Shu with a spark in his ocean-blue eyes.
And before Shu could so much as smirk—
Valt launched himself into a hug, throwing his arms around Shu's neck and pressing a loud, unapologetic kiss to Shu's cheek.
"Welcome to Spain, Shu!"
Shu froze for exactly 1.2 seconds. His jaw clenched. His eye twitched.
> Control yourself. Control yourself. Do not rip his shirt off in this aisle. This is a public aircraft. There are witnesses. The tray table is not strong enough to—
Valt pulled back with a soft chuckle. "What's with that look—?"
He blinked.
Then flushed bright red.
"…You're thinking something dirty, aren't you."
Shu smiled innocently. "Me? Never."
Valt narrowed his eyes. "You were literally debating if you could get away with destroying WBBA property."
"Wrong. I was calculating if you would scream loud enough to alert security."
Valt slapped a hand over his face and walked toward the exit.
Shu followed, still smirking.
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Location: BC Sol Headquarters – Main Entrance
Status: About to Become a Telenovela
The gates of BC Sol were already crowded.
Not with press—Kristin made sure that was handled—but with fans, junior trainees, staff, and most importantly… Valt's entire team.
The moment he stepped out of the car, there was an eruption of applause and shouting.
"CAPTAIN!!"
"VALT-SAN!!"
"Welcome back, sir!"
Valt beamed, waving both hands, practically glowing.
"Hey guys!! I missed you all—!!"
Before he could say more, Cuza, Xander, and Silas stormed the stairs, surrounding him.
"You didn't tell us you were bringing him!" Cuza said, staring suspiciously at Shu.
"Are you two really—?" Silas asked, then immediately grimaced when Shu's arm slid around Valt's waist.
"I'm his," Shu said firmly. "That's all that matters."
Xander whistled. "Wow. He's already claiming BC Sol like it's an extension of his home."
Valt laughed awkwardly. "Well, technically I'm the captain of BC Sol—so maybe I own it?"
Shu leaned down and whispered, "Then I'll just own you."
Valt choked. "SHU!"
Cuza blinked. "Did he just—?!"
"Yep," Xander nodded. "We're entering the 'bold threats of affection' phase."
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Inside BC Sol: Mayhem Ensues
As soon as Shu and Valt stepped into the lobby—hand-in-hand, naturally—the building shifted. You could feel it.
Staffers stopped mid-step. Trainees peeked around corners. Someone dropped a clipboard.
Valt tried to walk like everything was normal. Shu, on the other hand, walked like he was already head coach and co-owner rolled into one.
"Shu," Valt whispered. "Please stop glaring at the trainees like they just confessed to me."
"They might. I'm being proactive."
"Don't scare the staff."
"They looked at your hips."
"YOU CAN'T POLICE MY HIPS."
Shu raised a brow. "Watch me."
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Meanwhile: The BC Sol Trainees
"Is that Shu Kurenai?"
"He's even scarier than the articles said."
"Did he just growl at me??"
"Is this what it feels like to have your captain stolen by a possessive god?"
"Should we call him Co-Captain?"
"No, don't—he'll hear you—"
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As Valt gave a short, slightly frazzled welcome speech in the main stadium, Shu stood just behind him, fingers casually resting on his waist, eyes scanning for threats (aka, anyone under the age of 30 who blinked too long in Valt's direction).
When Valt finished his speech with a flustered smile, one of the younger bladers muttered:
> "BC Sol's officially a reality show now."
Another nodded. "And I think Shu just became the executive producer."
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Scene: "Enter the Hurricane: Free de la Hoya"
(Continuation)
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Location: BC Sol Headquarters – Central Lobby
Time: 10:34 AM – Peace Level: 0%
Valt had barely managed to deflect the dozen heartfelt welcomes from his team when the entire atmosphere shifted—a sudden and unmistakable spike in energy, like lightning had just crackled through the air.
Shu felt it immediately.
His arm, still draped around Valt's waist, tightened instinctively. His crimson eyes narrowed toward the entrance.
Valt felt him freeze and sighed softly.
"…I was hoping he'd be late."
"Who?" Shu asked.
And then the sliding doors opened.
Free de la Hoya strode in, glowing with his usual effortless smugness, his spiky blonde hair catching the sunlight like a halo of sin. His coat flared behind him, his confidence as untouchable as ever.
"Valt," he drawled, his smirk infuriatingly charming. "Still stealing the spotlight everywhere you go, I see."
Valt winced internally. "Free…"
Before he could warn him—again—Free crossed the lobby in a few easy strides and pulled Valt into a hug.
A hug.
A lingering hug.
Right in front of Shu. Kurenai.
Shu's hand dropped from Valt's waist.
His eye twitched.
The entire building seemed to pause. Even Cuza took a step back.
"Danger," Silas muttered. "That's a death wish in motion."
Rantaro, leaning against a railing above, stared down like he was watching a car crash in slow motion. "Oooh boy. Here we go."
Free grinned, arm still around Valt's shoulders. "Didn't think I'd be the first to welcome you back, huh? And still as pretty as ever."
"FREE," Valt hissed quietly, blushing furiously. "Let go of me—"
But it was too late.
A low, cold voice cut the air like a blade.
"Get your hands off him."
Free turned lazily—and came face-to-face with Shu Kurenai.
Older. Taller. Built with cold control and battle-hardened steel.
No Red eye mask from evolution era.
Just raw, furious Shu.
"Oh?" Free tilted his head, smiling with all the mischief of a demon. "Did I touch a nerve, Kurenai?"
Shu didn't answer.
But his glare—calculated, furious, and deep with unspoken history—said it all.
Valt quickly stepped between them, palm on Shu's chest, voice tight. "Shu. It's fine. He's just—Free's just being Free—"
"He hasn't changed," Shu said through clenched teeth. "Still doesn't know when to back off."
Free raised a brow. "You haven't changed either. Still easy to unhinge."
The room practically held its breath.
Because this—this was not just awkward.
This was the first time Shu and Free had stood face-to-face since their battle in America.
Since Free defeated Shu.
Since Shu vanished… and became Red Eye.(A.N.: Watch Beyblade burst evolution anime show to see the what actually happened from this scene)
And now? Here they were again.
Older. Stronger. On even ground.
> And this time, Valt was between them.
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"I missed this tension," Free chuckled. "Like old times. Only difference is now…" He flicked his gaze to Valt. "You're his soft spot."
Shu moved.
Fast.
He was inches from Free's face, towering, dangerous.
"You touch him again," he whispered, voice low and venomous, "and I won't hold back next time."
Valt's hand pressed harder to Shu's chest. "Shu. Please. Not here."
Free held his hands up with a smirk. "Alright, alright. No need to combust. I was just welcoming the captain."
He stepped back—barely.
But not before leaning close to Valt one more time. "Nice to see you, Valt. You're even more stunning than the rumors say. Though I should be used to your pretty face since we are in the same team for many years."
Shu growls pulling valt and wrapping his arms around valt's waist as if to say shut up or I'm going to rearrange your face free dead la hoya."
Valt blushes furiously in shu's arms looking like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
Shu? Shu looked like he was one word away from launching Free and his smug aura into the next time zone.
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As Free finally sauntered off toward the upper decks, Valt let out a slow exhale.
"That could've gone worse," he muttered.
Shu, still glaring at the spot Free had stood, replied, "No. It couldn't have."
Valt turned, resting his hand against Shu's jaw. "Hey. Look at me."
Shu's furious gaze softened instantly when it met Valt's eyes.
Valt smiled gently. "He doesn't matter."
Shu leaned forward and kissed Valt's forehead. "He's going to."
Valt blinked. "What does that mean?"
Shu gave him a mischievous smirk.
> "It means if he tries that again, I'm making you wear my shirts for the rest of the week."
"….....You menace."
"You love it."
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To be continued…
(Next: Shu finally gets a tour of BC Sol—while Free sticks around just long enough to stir more chaos. And when the idea of a friendly spar is proposed…? Let's just say the BeyStadium is not ready for what's coming.)