Off the Grid.

Let's leave?, I didn't even know why I dragged these two along with me in first place, I should have left by my self .

I'm sure such a big dummy.

"Hey buddy, let's go?! "

I stood there in this thought till kiyo called me in excited voice . Hand stretched for mine.

"Y–Yeah ."

I said looking around for another one.

" The blue one's gone?"

I said my thought out in low.

"I don't even got chance to thank him."

"Don't sad your self dude, he's just out in parking . thank him then .so cheer up! Hehe~"

He said wrapping his one arm around my shoulders.

"And yes, his name is Rei."

"Oh... OK "

So he's Rei.

I followed Kiyo outside. The air had that post-rain scent— wavy leaves, cool earth, and something faintly metallic, like a storm still lurking behind the clouds.

Kiyo walked just ahead of me, spinning his Bey in his hand.

"You sure you're okay? You looks kinda pale."

I gave a quick nod. "Yeah."

He glanced back at me, his black eyes narrowing, but said nothing.

"There we are. The parking. Rei might be near vending machine. "

We got there I had so much of whirlpool in me but I shifted my attention out.

At the corner near the vending machines, someone leaned against the wall, one leg bent and the other casually stretched out. His hair shimmered like ice under the sunlight —messy, untamed, and unmistakablely perfect.

Rei.

"Well, well. Kiyo and…" His icy-blue gaze rested to me. "You."

"Took longer.... getting here."

"Umm. Thank you for supporting me in there."

He looked at me with no special expression a moment later his lips curled into a small smile.

"No problem. " In calm he said .

And a next Kiyo busted.

"Oh come on guys let's walk already, I'm starving as hell . Aren't you guys feeling the need of food, Steeva, Rei?"

"Sure, let's go to nearby food cafe. "

In straight cool tone Rei said.

"Stay along with us steeva." He added more.

I walked between two teens who are a head higher than me.

"So go on, what happened in there with Enforcer. " kiyo opened up.

I don't know from where to start

"It's about my bay" I began

" he said it's something a way more different than all the bay present. Sigma-tier, one newly formed and functional. " I stopped to see their reactions before I continued more.

But both were calm. Kiyo held a bit confusanary look under that steady face, but for Rei although it was more clear expressionless face but deep down his eyes darkened as if they knew something.

And before I could add more Kiyo exclaimed.

" Here we are !" And ran near the open table with three seats.

Cafe was under a large flourished tree all seats encircle under the bloomed shadow.

"Lets eat something first, and discuss this later." In low deep voice Rei whispered near my ear. Which itched my ear.

Just what is this boy.....I backed off. I really can't let my guards down.

We sat around in a triangle. Food was surved with some sandwiches and bubble drink with freshly backed bread.

Kiyo immediately dug in, biting into his sandwich with a crunch that echoed a bit too loudly in the silence between us.

Rei, on the other hand, didn't eat. He simply sat there, swirling his bubble drink with the thin straw, his eyes fixed on the fizzing surface like it held secrets. His presence was unsettling—calm in a way that felt calculated.

I picked up my sandwich, trying not to let my thoughts spiral again.

"So…" Kiyo spoke with his mouth full, pointing his pinky at me, "this Sigma-tier bey thing... what exactly did the Enforcer say? Is that, like, a new type or something?"

I took a sip of the drink before answering. "He said it's not officially classified yet. That it operates differently from any known Beyblade system. Like… it has instincts. Or will. Like those seven sigmas kept hidden in population. "

Kiyo blinked. "Will? Like a mind of its own?"

I nodded slowly. "He didn't phrase it that way, but… he kept calling it 'sentient' in structure. Said it shouldn't exist. That it was like something that built itself."

Rei suddenly stopped stirring.

His fingers, pale against the glass, tightened just slightly. He looked up.

"You didn't build it yourself, did you?" Rei asked.

The silence befall sharp.

These words striked me like lightning, making me remember that at the start of series I skteched similar of nox I have now even the sprit attachmentits similar to what I wrote.

But—

If I tell this to them, either of them won't believe in me and to add more, I'm not sure by myself too.

I hesitated. And instade uttered "No. I found it."

Kiyo choked on a bubble and slapped his chest.

"Wait—what do you mean 'found'? Where?"

This makes me realize that I'm truly not good with words. And Looks I messed up more. Uh~

Better story it up now being a doctor is good atleast you know how to make a story when family wanna hide something from patient. HOWEVER!. This makes me wanna cry silent.

"In the storage, I don't remember where it is. But it was hidden, wrapped up in something like… an old burial cloth."

I said in quick.

Kiyo looked mildly horrified and fascinated at once. "Dude, that sounds cursed."

Rei leaned forward now, elbow on table, face rested on palm and unreadable yet somewhat showed a suspicious look toward me as if he didn't believe.

"And it responded to you?" he added in calm.

"Yeah," I said, glancing away and holding nervous smile. "The moment I touched it. The weight… it pulsed. Like it was breathing."

Although it's not entirely false, the moment I felt it in my hand it pulsed as if it breathed. It responded to me and it felt mine in all likelihood.

Rei sat back again, slow and thoughtful, before muttering,

"Then it's not coincidence."

Kiyo looked between the two of us. "Not coincidence? Rei—do you know something about this?"

Rei shook his head slightly. "Not yet. But I've heard rumors. About bays that weren't created in factories or printed with modern tech. Old prototypes from abandoned projects. Or… other things."

I felt a cold shiver crawl up my arms. Was there really something like that–

Wow my fake story turned out to have some clues in real. Now I'm rather more curious about how it actually came to me.

"You mean someone made it before? Secretly?"

"Or," Rei said softly, "it made itself through someone."

Haha- Man, this is starting to freak me out. It's like season two all over again, Like with 'Shu Kurenai' but it was done to Win against 'Lui Sirosagi'

That sentence sat heavily between us like a dropped stone in still water.

I looked at the sandwich in my hand and took a bite in mess of my thoughts.

"So what do I do?" I asked. "I didn't sign up for any of this."

Rei gave me a strange glance—almost pitying. "You don't. It's already chosen you. It's not about what you signed up for anymore. Now it's about what it wants. What you want. "

A faint breeze picked up. Leaves rustled above, sending dappled light dancing across the table.

Kiyo finally spoke again, trying to lighten the mood.

" So how about a match tomorrow We'll see what it's got, right?"

But Rei wasn't smiling.

He stood up slowly, brushing crumbs from his lap. "Tomorrow might be too late."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Rei's eyes met mine—those frozen, piercing eyes.

"Things that don't belong… eventually attract the ones who make sure they disappear."

His puzzled words gave me hint of what Calamity I hold onto.

The silence that followed huge thick between us, like the humid air before a second storm. I shifted uneasily in my seat.

Kiyo leaned back with a forced chuckle. "Okay, now that was unnecessarily cryptic, Rei. You trying to spook us?"

Rei didn't respond.

His gaze lingered on mine for a beat longer, then turned away toward the counter beyond the tables. His icy expression stayed unreadable, but something in the tension of his shoulders said he meant every word he just spoke.

"Rei…" I called out just as he began to walk off towards counter. "If something's coming—something bad—shouldn't I— we be getting ready?"

He paused. Only slightly.

"You should be," he said without turning. "Because it won't just stop at you."

Kiyo stood now too, half-confused, half-irritated.

"Dude, you're acting like it's the end of the world or something. Chill. It's just a bey."

Rei finally looked over his shoulder, just enough for us to catch a glimpse of something flickering behind his cold blue eyes—fear maybe. Or worse, familiarity.

"That's exactly what they thought," he muttered, "before seven others hide themselves, they fought so long but had none."

Now I think it's better for me to not stay here any longer I should leave this place and go to some place hidden till I find my answers.

The decision settled inside me like a stone in water—heavy and impossible to ignore.

I stood up too, pushing my chair back. My hands trembled slightly, but I clenched them into fists. "Then I'm leaving tonight."

Kiyo blinked at me. "Wait—what?"

Rei turned fully now, his expression unreadable, but his gaze locked onto mine like frost spreading across glass.

"What– Where will you go?"

"Somewhere hidden . I need time. Time to figure out what thing really are. What I really am for."

Kiyo looked from me to Rei, then back, stunned. "Are you two serious right now? This is turning into some underground sci-fi horror plot."

"I'm serious," I said quietly.

"Steeva first of all your own existence is a great question. Don't you remember that at morning I caught you up when you were falling like a meteor in mid air. Adding your bey you need to be here with us." Kiyo fumed.

I hesitated but continued.

"If this all is really not meant to exist… if it's drawing in things, or people, who want to erase it… then I need to stay out of the spotlight. Stay away from all."

I looked down at the table—the crumbs, the scattered wrappers, the now-still drinks. Something about this moment felt final. Like it marked the end of something simple, and the beginning of something I had no control over.

Kiyo's brows furrowed. "Okay… okay, let's say you do hide. Then what? You just disappear? What happens when whatever this thing is comes looking for you? You gonna go for it alone?"

I didn't answer. Not right away.

Because deep down, that was the plan. Fight it alone. Bear it alone.

But before I could say anything more, Rei stepped closer, his voice softer now but edged with steel. "You shouldn't stay away."

I met his eyes.

"Then what should I do?" I asked.

Rei's gaze dropped briefly to my waist—where, just beneath my upper, in pocket, the bay rested in, it clipped tight against me.

"Stay with us. We move. We keep off the grid. You learn more. We learn more. Whatever this thing is—" he paused, "—you're not the only one it concerns now."

"Wait, wait—we?" Kiyo cut in. "You're seriously getting involved in this?"

Rei gave a small nod. "If it's a Sigma-tier… if it's one of those, then this won't stop at Steeva. I have my own reasons for staying close."

I swallowed. My throat felt dry. "And what reasons are those?"

Rei didn't answer.

But I didn't need him to. Not yet.

Instead, he turned back toward the counter again. "Finish eating. We leave after sundown."

Kiyo dropped into his seat with a sigh. "Great. Now I'm part of some rogue bey-hunters party."

I smirked a little. "You don't have to come, if you don't wanna."

He gave me a look like I'd just insulted his entire family.

"Please. Like I'd let you idiots run off and get erased by some cosmic bey spirit without me. No way."

We sat in silence for a few minutes after that. The wind rustled the leaves above, and a few petals fluttered down, sticking to Kiyo's messy blond hair. He didn't notice.

With is dark green eyes he looked cute like straight from some mhanwa.

This world is really different from where I lived.

The city beyond the tree cafe bustled on, unaware of what stirred beneath its concrete skin. Unaware that something forgotten—something never meant to wake—was stirring again.

Somewhere deep inside me, the bay pulsed faintly once more.

Not like fear. Not like hunger.

But more like… purpose.

••••

Later that night, under a sky smeared with indigo and the glow of distant stars, both packed up what they had.

And brought me some stuff.

We stood at Port.

I had no Idea what my destination is.

Yet we moved.

No goodbyes. No explanations.

Only silence, and the soft hum of my bay 'Nox'.

Whatever was coming—

We would meet it head-on.

Together.

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