Please read this! The story is written for fun – I do not inttend 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: Beyblade nie jest moją własnością. (Now I’ve gotten bored with saying in German that I don’t own Beyblade, so I’m sayimg it in Polish instead.)

 

The Grumbling Room: Chapter 16

 

-         And why do almost all mages wear robes? – wondered Takao.

-         Something to do with the archetypes – shrugged Boris.

-         Yep, - Kiki nodded. – in almost every fairy talle or legend the sorcerer or mage wears a robe.

-         And the knight wears shiny armor. – snorted Ivan. – They don’t even say what kind of armor it is!

-         You really interested in it? – wondered Yuri. – What’s the differance?

-         Well, for example a platemail is harder to penatrate, but limits movement and slows you down, - answered the tiny Russian – while a chainmail, doesn’t give you that much protection, but better speed.

-         Quit playing cRPG, squirt. – sniggered the red-head.

-         You know there other funny things in fantasy. – said Kiki. – Like: elves use always the same language. Isn’t that a bit unrealistic?

-         Can you do something about that? – shrugged Rei.

-         Or what about your basic fantasy team? – wondered Takao. – A female elven mage, a bulky human or half-orc worrior, a halfing thief and a human priest. It’s always the same!

-         And it’ll be for a long time. – muttered the ex-White Tiger. – For some unknown reason those are the favourites of thousends of RPG players.

-         You know, I start wondering about my hair colour... – mutterd Kai. – Some say the front is pale blue, some it’s grey. And the back should navy blue, black and even violet!

-         Well, I heared some people thought my hair was grey. – shrugged Boris.

-         You should look at japanese fanart. – chuckled blue-eyed boy. – You have grey hair on some pictures there. And blue eyes... or even green.

-         And my get violet on those. – snorted Yuri.

-         Heh... The anime isn’t much better. – sniggered Kiki. – Some people really change.

-         Oh, don’t remind about that. – grumbled the russian captain. – Sheesh! My hair was out of a sudden way longer, not to mention in a complitely different hairdo.

-         And why does my fringe plop down, when I don’t have my cap? – mused Takao. – Shouldn’t it go the other way?

-         Anime physics differs from real one. – sighed Kai. – Honestly Kinomiya, you should have noticed that.

-         I did! – yelled the smaller boy.- But what does have hair to do with physics?

 Kai slapped his forhead and shook his head.

-         Why do I even bother trying? – he mumbled.

-         You like me? – grinned the blue-haired Japanese.

-         Whatever.

-         You know what Cat-boy? – drawled Boris. – Somebody paired up that Mao with Max...

Rei hissed.

-         I figured, you wouldn’t like it. – continued the Demolition Boy. – Neither would that freaky chinese captain, would he?

-         Rai. Is. Not. Freaky. – growled the black-haired teen. Kiki glared at the Russian from behind his teammates back. – And... And it’s not your buissiness anyway!

-         I never thought Max was suicidial. – said Kai tonelessly. – Don’t people realise we have a nice little problem with two clueless id... – at that moment Takao kicked him in the anckle. The red-eyed teenager glared at the smaller boy and continued. – guys, who seem not to be able to figure out they’re in love? Or at least have crush like the Mt. Everest?

-         Remind me never to ask him to play matchmaker. – muttered the other Japanese to Yuri.

-         He’s right, you know. – whispered the red-head back. – It Rei’ll behave like that more Mao will leave him for Rai...

-         Would you stop gossiping behind my back? – growled the golden-eyed teen threateningly. – I’ve heared you.

-         But why Max? – mused Kiki. – I mean, I’m so much better!

The other boys started laughing, or at least sniggering.

-         At least, I know her! – huffed the green-haired Chinese.

-         Oh, Kai? – the lavender-haired Russian turned to the Bladebreaker. – About the japanese fanart...

-         Yes? – said the blue-grey-haired Japanese in a very threatening voice.

-         There was a site where you glomped him. – the pale Demolition Boy pointed at Takao.

-         So? – the red-eyed boy shrugged. – There are loads were I grope Rei and only a bit less where I do it to Yuri. Why should I bother?

-         He was dressed up as a maid and you were having nosebleeds.

 Kai looked as if he just ate a whole lemon, while Takao seemed to be choking.

-         There was a site with pictures where you had funny things on. – chimed Rei in. – Not to mention doing something strange with a lollipop.

-         Eating it maybe? – snorted Boris. – And you get dressed up as a girl very often Cat-boy.

-         Not my fault. – Rei snarled at the Russian.

-         I know something far more interesting. – broke Yuri in. – Why do people asume Sergiey was stupid?

-         He’s big. – answered Kai.

-         What does that have to do with anything? – wondered the red-head. – He didn’t say anything very stupid during the series!

-         He didn’t say much at all. – said Kiki. – It may seem that he didn’t have anything smart to say.

-         Well, there’s no proof. – the Russian deffinetly felt insulted in the name of his teammate.

-         I wish Mr. Takao Aoki made one thing clear, when inventing me. – muttered Kai. – Couldn’t he have said if those things – he pointed at the triangles on he’s face. – are tatoos or face paint.

-         They dissapear when you wear your school uniform. – pointed out Takao.

-         That’s in Beyblade 2002 and not everybody have seen it. – said the other Japanese. – And then there are some people, who make a bad, evil seme. Do I look like someone of that kind?

-         Seems you do. – grinned Yuri.

-         And which part to you mind exactly, Kai? – follewed the younger Bladebreaker. – Being the seme or being bad?

-         KI-NO-MI-YA! – the taller teenager leaped forrward, but Takao managed to dodge. Soon they were chasing eachother around the room. The other beybladers shook their heads.

-         This is getting old. – muttered Rei, at that moment the smaller Japanese turned around and bumped into Kai, knocking him down. Then he started tickling the other teen.

-         This is new. – obsereved the black-haired neko-jin.

-         Stop it Kinomiya! – yelled Kai, laughing.

-         Should we help him? – asked Kiki.

-         Nah, - Rei shook his head. – this way he’ll lauugh for a while. And everybody knows laughing is healthy.

 

Meanwhile in a cartain brothel, Balkov was having his rant.

-         I don’t understand, why so many people think I starved the Demolition Boys. – he said. – True, I never gave them sweets, but that’s unhealthy, unlike macaroni with fruit.

-         Plus the said macaroni is cheaper. – added Souichiro Hiwatari. – And, as far as I remeber, you had to pay very much for electiricity.

-         Research was never cheap. – muttered the Russian. – And it’s not as if they were starved!

-         No, but that food must have been pretty untasty. – muttered the prostitute, not rising her head from over the gameboy. – Most food made for a large group of people is... – she added.

-         That reminds me: have you ever tried it Balkov? – asked Kai’s grandfather.

-         No sir.

-         I thought so. – nodded the older man. – It explains why Kai runs and screams when he hears the words ‘yummy macaroni’.

-         Er... really? – wondered the violet haired-scientist.

-         Do I look like someone who makes stupid jokes? – the grey-haired Japanese glared at the Russian.

 

 

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