I’m still using the Japanese-version names (Cha-cha-cha!)

Disclaimer: Ich besitze Beyblade nicht. (Got bored with saying in English that I don’t own Beyblade)

 

The Grumbling Room: Chapter 10

 

-         Did you notice how often that artificial thingy – Black Dranzer – comes back? – said Yuri in a conversational tone, hoping to distract Rei and Boris, who were glaring daggers at each other again.

-         Yeah, and although we destroyed it! – piped Ivan up.

-         Why do people like a brain manipulating copy? – wondered Takao.

-         Guess, they think it’s ‘cool’. – snorted Kai. – They should try using it themselves. It’s ‘no-fun’. And it was me, who got rid of the bitbeast! The Demolition Boys only got rid of the beyblade.

-         You seemed to be enjoying it? – Rei raised his eyebrows.

-         The past tense being the key here. – answered Kai evenly.

-         But the point is the thing is gone. Destroyed. Zerstört. Kaput. No-more. – chimed Boris in.

-         Zer-?.. – Takao gaped at the lavender-haired boy.

-         Ich spreche Deutsch ziemlich gut... – answered the Demolition Boy.

-         Nani? – the Japanese looked even more confused.

-         He’s showing of because he can speak German. – said Yuri.

-         Oh! What did he say? – asked the Bladebraker.

-         I don’t know, I can’t speak German. – answered Yuri.

-         I’m not telling. – chimed Boris in, with his evil smirk. His teammates rolled their eyes.

-         It’s good we never tried to play any part of Slayers. – piped Takao up. – I’m sure he’d want to be Xellos. And he’s not the person who’d play him well.

-         Could somebody explain, why do we end up so often doing a famous movie or book? – sighed Kiki. – And why don’t I ever get the main role?

-         Because the author isn’t very creative or has writers block. – said Kai.

-         And because you don’t fit to the role. – added Yuri. – Or maybe it’s because you’re too short?

-         You’re friend here is even shorter! – shouted the White Tiger. – And has a longer nose.

-         Hey! It’s not my fault I have long nose! – yelled Ivan.

-         Shut up! – growled Boris, adding a very threatening look. It worked immediately – the two small boys stared at him, their eyes opened wide. – Would you stop that? I’m not going to eat you or something!

-         Er... Yeah. OK. – muttered Kiki.

-         Yuri couldn’t you do something with him? – the tiny Demolition Boy sounded as nervous. – He’s scary!

 The red-haired captain sighed.

-         Boris stop glaring at Ivan. – he said in monotone voice, very similar to that of a tired mother of seven naughty children.

-         Boo! I’m big, bad and I’m going to kill Barney the Dinosaur. – answered Boris boredly.

-         What do people have against Barney? – asked Takao. – It’s a show for little kiddies. They don’t have to watch if they don’t like it.

-         And I would prefer slaying Mary-Sues instead of people dressed up as purple dinosaurs. – snorted Kai.

-         And I would prefer dating a nice girl, who’d pamper me instead of quarreling and telling me how arrogant I am. – chimed the captain of the Demolition Boys in. – And I’m not arrogant. I simply know, how handsome, intelligent and talented I am.

-         You forgot to say that you’re a very modest person. – said Kai, sarcasm literally dripping from his voice.

-         Well, you’re as bad as I am. – smirked Yuri, while stretching his arms up.

-         I know when to be quiet. – answered the tattooed boy.

-         So you want to say something mean most of the time? – asked Takao innocently. His captain glared at the smaller boy, who hid behind Rei.

-         Would you two stop fighting for a while? – pleaded the Chinese. – It’s tiring!

 The two Japanese continued chasing each other over the room, oblivious to exasperated sighs made by other beybladers.

-         Do you see my Driger having pink hair? – asked Rei Boris, trying to sound pleasant, but still with a growl in his voice.

-         No. – was the violet-haired teens answer. – I don’t think they’d change into humans anyway.

-         Wish that eyeless freak of yours would be here with that talking computer. – piped Kiki up.

-         Yeah, Dizzy would tell us if that’s possible. – nodded Rei.

-         Er... If Kai gets of my back, I can ask Dragoon. – said Takao. Kai was sitting on his back with arms crossed on the chest. He opened his eyes and stood up.

-         How come? – he asked.

-         He talked to me during the championships, so maybe he will again? – answered the blue-haired boy. He furrowed his brows and closed his eyes. For a while he stood motionless. – He says, that changing into a human would be a comedown for any bitbeast. And I should eat less...

-         Nice. – snorted Boris. – It’s almost as ridiculous as the girl-from-the-Abby stories.

-         Yeah. – Ivan nodded vigorously. – There were no girls in the Abby. If there were they’d be training with all the others.

-         And you’d be able to spot them on TV. – chimed Yuri in. – But you don’t.

-         And both my grandfather and Balkov are obvious anti-feminists. – added Kai. – Just look at them.

-         Anyway, the girl must fall in love with either me or Kai and has to be someone’s sister. – sighed the red-head. – It’s so bo-ring! And it’s starting to be a cliché.

-         Yeah... – Boris said. – Why don’t I have any siblings for change? Or Ivan?

-         Or Sergey? – chimed the long-nosed Russian in.

-         Anyway, it was a male Abby? – asked Rei.

-         Yeah... It was pretending to be one. – Yuri answered.

-         So, there couldn’t be any girls because of the rule. – said the long-haired Bladebraker.

 

 

 Meanwhile in the brothel the Big Bad Duo was having a conversation as well.

-         I wouldn’t rape Yuri for a pretty obvious reason, - Balkov was complaining. – marketing.

 Both Voltaire and the prostitute gave the scientist a sleepy, glazed look.

-         He was the most popular Demolition Boy and raping him might cause an undesirable change in his behavior. – continued the Russian.

-         Get over it, Balkov. – snorted Voltaire, still looking insanely bored. – Your grandson doesn’t become gay in most stories!

-         I don’t have grandchildren. – muttered the other man. The Japanese ignored him.

-         I would understand, if he was bisexual – most Evil Overlords are. – he sighed. – But no! He has to go only for boys, get all wimpy!

-         And why do they all hate us? – whined Balkov.

-         Because we’re evil! Eeeeviiiil! – yelled the older man. – They’re supposed to hate us!

-         Oh! – the Russian looked taken aback. – But they like the Demolition Boys?

-         They’re our poor, abused victims. – Voltaire said disdainfully. – Beaten, raped and starved. Bah!

-         But if we wouldn’t give them enough food, they wouldn’t do well on the tournaments. – protested Balkov. – Same with too much beating.

-         That escapes their little minds too often. – drawled the older man. – And stop staring at my girl. I told you I’m not interested in your sexual preferences!

-         Yes sir. – muttered the scientist unhappily.

-         And I don’t understand why you’re unhappy. – growled Kai’s grandfather. – They don’t make you... good. – the last word was said with deep disgust, as if the old Evil Overlord had eaten something very untasty. – And I don’t mean simply out of character, but really have a change of character. As if a man in my age could change really much.

-         Yes sir. – answered Balkov.

-         And stop ‘yessering’ me. – growled the old Japanese. The scientists face betrayed that right now he was thinking about spoiled old people, who where much more annoying than ungrateful brats.

-         Well, do you think it’s all right for them to picture us as really caring for the well-being of all those brats? – asked the purple-haired man in a conversational tone.

-         Ah-h, but we do... As long as they perform well, that is. – he said, tickling the prostitute under her chin. The girls giggle was high-pitched and slightly annoying. She seemed to in her early twenties and had red hair. Her eyes were green and cat-like. However, her most prominent feature was a well-developed chest.

-         Stop gaping at my girl Balkov. – barked Voltaire. – How many times do I have to tell you I am not interested in your sexual preferences. I don’t want her to turn into a teenage boy or some corpse.

-         I wouldn’t, sir. – said the girl. – You paid me for taking this form.

-         Can we change the topic? – pleaded Balkov.

 

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Zerstört – destroyed

Ich spreche Deutsch ziemlich gut – I speak German quite well.

 

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