Please read this! The story is written for fun – I do not intend to offend anyone. If it happens, I’m really sorry, I never meant that to happen.

 I’m still using the Japanese-version names.

Disclaimer: Ich besitze Beyblade nicht. (Got bored with saying in English that I don’t own Beyblade or anything else that might pop up here)

 

The Grumbling Room: Chapter 14

 

-         I do mind. – muttered Yuri. – I do mind, when somebody pairs me up with somebody I don’t know.

-         You mean the me/you thing? – asked Kiki. – I don’t know you, you don’t know me – let us do a quickie! – he started singing.

-         Would you shut up? – growled Boris.

-         Why can’t I get a normal, sensible person, who’d pamper me? – whined the red-head. – Why do I always get all the whackos?

-         Like you’re sane. – muttered Kai.

-         Smartass. – snapped the captain of the Demolition Boys back.

-         Pineapple-head. – said the Japanese boredly.

-         How can you stand him? – the Russian asked the two other Bladebreakers.

-         He doesn’t talk really much. – answered Takao.

-         Hn... – the red-eyed teenager glared at his teammate, who promptly stuck his tongue out.

-         You know what? – said Ivan. – I’m happy, that probably nobody will try to turn me into a kid.

-         How do they call it?.. – mused Yuri. – Chibi? Yeah. Of course, I was a very cute kid, but I like being a teenager more.

-         Ditto. – was everything Boris said.

-         Well, you get easier to bear as kid. – snarled Rei.

-         Not my problem. – the lavender-haired boy shrugged, not even glancing at the Chinese.

-         Hmpf. – the black-haired boy turned in another direction. – I like being a teenager. Thank you.

-         Yeah... Especially that Mao has nice, round... – Kiki started talking but received a punch on the head from Rei.

-         Shut up you little pervert.

-         Gee. You sure are over-sensitive. – muttered the green-haired boy, rubbing his head.

-         Why do they want to change me into chibi, is beyond me. – stated Kai.

-         Maybe they don’t want to sulk so much? – mused Takao.

-         Yeah. Right. – snorted Kai. – And cows fly.

-         Hey, Takao! – Kiki sniggered. – What do you think about Mao?

-         She’s nice. – answered the blue-haired boy, looking rather clueless.

-         He wants to know, what you think about you being paired with her. – muttered the captain of the Bladebreakers.

-         But I thought she likes Rei! – protested the younger Japanese.

-         And Rei likes her. – nodded Kai. – And there’s also Rai, who’s as clueless.

-         Huh? – Rei blinked surprised, looking at his captain.

-         Never mind. – the blue-grey-haired boy sighed. – I’m not playing matchmaker... Don’t ask.

-         Oh, Rei? – Yuri gave the golden-eyed boy a curious look. – Were there other girls in your village?

-         Yeah, but only Mao was in my age. – answered the ex-White Tiger.

-         So you can’t have any other female childhood friends? – asked the red-head.

-         No.

-         Thought so. – the Demolition Boy nodded to himself. – There were no girls in the Abby. It was supposed to be male Abby, so there couldn’t possibly be any women or girls.

-         What are you babbling about? – Kai glared at the red-haired Russian.

-         Childhood friend fics. – answered Yuri. – Why do they always end up as love stories?

-         Anime law. – answered Takao.

-         Great. – muttered the red-head. – Simply great. And although it defies logic in my or my teammates or the White Tigers cases we’ll still have to stand this.

-         It happens surprisingly often to me. – muttered Kai. – I don’t like being popular. Especially, if it means ‘falling in love’ with thousands of self insertion Mary-Sues. Their so called perfection is annoying.

-         And would any of you like to land in the Dark Ages? – asked Ivan.

-         Me not. – said Takao. – No fast-food, no gameboys...

-         No proper medicine, - broke the captain of the Bladebreakers in. – holly wars. Besides, I’m not romantic.

-         Most people were dirty peasants, who’d kill us as some daemons, which isn’t romantic, if you ask me.. – snorted Yuri.

-         That’d be fun, no doubt. – Kiki sounded very sarcastic.

-         And why would we play Disney movies? – wondered Boris.

-         There are so many good plays we could do. – nodded Rei. – Take Shakespear or Molier.

-         Or maybe one of the kabuki plays? – suggested Takao.

-         You think that many people not from Japan know them? – asked Kai.

-         No...

-         And when we get transported to their world? – Ivan shook his head.

-         No real beyblades, just perverted fans. – sighed Rei.

-         Not even groupies. – sighed Yuri.

-         And the falling in love stuff starts again. – muttered Boris.

-         Yeah, we all go ‘I’m, like, so in love with you dear authoress-person or authoress-friend-person.’ – muttered the black-haired Chinese. – And I always thought self-insertion was bad.

-         You’re not the only one, who did. – Kai crossed his arms and closed his eyes.

-         I wish, they’d stop doing that. – the golden-eyed Bladebraker shook his head tiredly. – It only makes them jealous of Mao.

-         Funny, I never noticed her stalking you. – joined Kiki. – And some people make her bad, raping stalker, who wants to kill you.

-         Wonder why do they think our smug Rei is so vulnerable? – wondered Takao. – He was the one, who calmly almost got cut to pieces and still managed to fight back.

-         It was his bit-beast. – muttered Boris. The blue-haired Japanese stuck his tongue out at him.

 

 

 The prostitute on Voltaire’s lap yawned and rubbed her eyes. Those two were so boring. No sex, no nothing, just babbling! Really, they could have gone to restaurant or rent a room. What were they talking about now?

-         Why do they make me act like an idiot? – whined Voltaire Hiwatari.

-         Because your plan wasn’t... er... conventional. – muttered Balkov, who was in desperate need of alcohol, unless he wanted to go completely nuts while listening to that old goat of a boss – or at least so he thought. – Well, they make me nice, although I’m very evil and show on every possible occasion.

-         You should try being an OC. – sighed the prostitute out of the blue. Both man stared at her surprisedly. – It’s really hard to be a good OC, especially if you have a bigger role.

-         She is right. – said the Russian.

-         You have to have convincing flaws. – she continued.

-         I wish some authors would realize, that good-looking people are usually vain. – sighed the older man. – And that people, who are good at something, are mostly arrogant.

-         And the bit-beasts! The bit-beasts! – said the purple-haired scientist. – Can’t they use animals which weren’t used in the show? There were no foxes, spiders, sharks...

-         Mosquitoes? – suggested the older Hiwatari. – I guess such a bit-beast would be much more annoying than the others?

-         I hate mosquitoes. – muttered Balkov.

 

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