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The mask of Zeo

That battle

Cerberus stopped at the bottom of the pit.
"TYSON REPEATS, TYSON ONCE AGAIN IS THE WORLD BEYBLADING CHAMPION!" Zeo fell to his knees.
"No...I...I lost" a tear fell from his right eye.
Zeo looked up feeling a gaze on his head.
"T...Tyson?" he held his right hand down.
"You played well Zeo, you are a worthy opponent."
"I lost."
"No big deal, I just blade and have a fun time doing it" Zeo took Tyson's hand.
"That was one sweet battle, maybe one day you'll beat me" Tyson closed his eyes laughing.
"One day I will Tyson, maybe not tomorrow but next year."
"Just remember...have fun and don't take it to serious" Zeo nodded as DJ approached Tyson with a trophy for Tyson and a medal for Zeo.
Tyson put the medal over Zeo's head.
"Tyson!" he looked over.
"RAY!" he smiled.
The Team had come over.
"That was one amazing battle guys, it was really hard to tell who would win." The Neko smiled.
"Thanks Ray."
"You put up a good fight Zeo, I think maybe next year you could win."
"Maxie, don't encourage the opponents."
"Were still enemies?" Zeo looked at Tyson with sad eyes.
"Only in the Stadium are we enemies..."

Twenty years later...

The phone awoke Zeo from his sleep.
He leaned over and took it in his hand.
"Hello?"
"Zeo, its your father, I'm afraid he's not going to make the morning."
"I'll be there quick" he turned on the lamp and quickly changed and left his room.

On the way to the stairs he passed his old violin, he didn't play any more he hated that thing anyway.
He remembered playing for the Bladebreakers, on there birthdays.
Zeo left his manor and got into his car.
He had a personal driver but he didn't think it was fair to wake the man.
Zaggart was dying of Leukemia.

Soon he got to Baycity General and his father's room.
"Father?" he looked to the bed in the dimly lit room, IV lines were attached to his weak body.
Machines were bleeping all around him.
"Zeo" he said weakly.
He came close and knelled to the left of his father.
"Dad?" he was crying.
"Please Zeo...don't cry" he smiled weakly.
Zeo tried to pull himself together but to no avail.
"Listen Zeo...I have to tell you something."
Zeo looked at his father and held his left hand.
"What?"
"About three years before you were born a boy named Zeo died in an accident, you were created in his image"
"What?" Zeo looked at his father with confusion, shock and anger.
"You...are a robot Zeo"
"No...say it isn't so!" he wrapped his hands around his father's neck.
A passing by nurse saw this and pulled the man from his father's neck.
"STOP!" she said.

Zeo looked back down at his father coughing.
"I...imagined you would react like that, I am sorry my son, please forgi..."
"BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!"
Zaggart passed away.
"Please...bring him back."
"I'm sorry there's nothing I can do except get a Doctor to pronounce him dead" She left.
"Daddy please don't go, please" he cried into his father's chest.
"NO, Pl...ease don't" a Doctor came in and the same blond nurse called Judy gently pulled the sobbing man from his father.
"No, I don't want to leave him."
"Time of death, 1:55 am" The brown haired doctor said.
Zeo lay there on his knees, his head in his hands.
The nurse took him away and they went to the Cafeteria.

Author notes

Beywriter: Ok, an Idea I'm toying with...just wait there is a plot to this story.
Ray: Please review, we want to know what you thought!

Story by- Beywriter
Edited by- Lirin Sama