Disclaimer: If I’d own Beyblade, it’d be very different. The Ducky Dance is owned by my Mom.

I’m using the Japanese names:

Takao = Tyson

Hiromi = Hillary

Rei = Ray

Kyouju = Kenny

BBA Team = Bladebreakers

 

The Infamous Ducky Dance

 

 The BBA Team was having a break – they decided to have a little party. And since every party needed three things: space, music and food - it had been organized in the Kinomiya dojo. Takao, Kai and Rei dragged a Hi-Fi set there, while Hiromi, Max and Kyouju prepared the food.

 After a while, all were enjoying themselves. Kai sat with his arms crossed and eyes closed, Kyouju was typing something on his laptop and the rest was dancing – which involved Takao and Max bouncing, Hiromi swaying and Rei waving with his arms. The captain of the BBA Team opened his eyes for a moment to check what his teammates were doing and grunted annoyedly at what he saw.

 The blonde boy suddenly plopped down, red on the face and sweaty. Rei started sniggering at that.

 ‘Oh, Max!’ he sing-sung. ‘I think you’ve been eating too much sweats lately!’

  The other boy simply stuck his tongue out and went for something to drink. The raven-haired neko-jin shrugged and returned to his odd dance.

 Meanwhile Takao and Hiromi started chuckling and whispering something to each other. Kai rolled his eyes when he noticed those two. They should finally decide if they like each other or not. That’d be proper. But no! They just had to act like some lovey-dovey idiots one moments and like bitter enemies the second. God! Weren’t they annoying!

 As if in cue to his thoughts the two adolescents turned to the other teens grinning brightly and somewhat mischievously.

 ‘You know what?’ started Hiromi.

 ‘We invented a new dance.’ continued Takao

 ‘The Ducky Dance.’ she ended.

 The others gaped mutely as the two started to dance – they stood with their backs turned to each other and were waving with their butts and arms. Rei and Kyouju grew red, Max started laughing, while Kai rubbed the bridge of his nose.

 This is even worse than macaroni with fruit! was his first thought. Then after a moment, he changed his mind: On the second thought, nothing’s worse than that. With that he continued watching the two classmates do one of the weirdest dances he would probably ever see.  

 

A/N

 Well, watching my Mom dance like that gave me an idea. ^_^ Not too much macaroni in this chapter, but – oh well.

 

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