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.

Souichiro Hiwatari = Voltaire Hiwatari

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 17

 

-         This Giancarlo is Italian, right? – asked Yuri.

-         Right. – answered Rei.

-         So why did they call him Enrique in the American dub? – continued the red-head. – It’s Spanish, not Italian.

-         Spain, Italy -  wwhat’s the difference? – said Kiki, mimicing the American accent. – They’re both in Europe.

-         Plus we don’t want to hurt the poor kiddies heads with too much strange names. – added Boris, sounding very sarcastic. – They probably won’t see the difference between an evil guy and a good guy, if the latter won’t have a proper American name, or at least one the kiddies will know.

-         Yeah, everybody knows people under eighteen are too stupid to see the difference between a good and a bad character on their own. – snorted Ivan.

-         NOOOOO!!! – suddenly Kai and Takao yelled in unision.

-         What is it? – growled Yuri. – Did somebody made you go out and pick flowers together?

-         It’s worse. – sighed the tatooed teen.

-         Far worse. – followed his teammate. – Someone paired be me up with his grandfather.

 Everyone was dumbstruck, not to mention aghast.

-         Yuck! – finally said Rei. – This is sick.

-         How would I cope with those two togheter? – whinned Kai. – Their bad enough separate!

-         Plus imagine waking up and going somewhere, and seeing your grumpy rape or fuck him, first. – added Boris.

-         Lovely start for a day, eh? – snickered Yuri.

-         Lovely. – Takao and Kai chorused, both sounding as monotone as could be.

-         What are they going to do next? Frame me for selling illegal rubber chickens? – muttered Kiki darkly.

-         They did frame me for killing a girl in one. – grumbled the older Japanese. – Honestly, do you belive, I’d do something like this?

-         If you were supposed to kill her with an angry look, than yeah. – sniggered Takao.

-         I thought Boris was more the type. – said Yuri.

-         I thought Yuri was more the type. – followed the lavender-haired teenager. The red-head glared at him and the pale boy returned a look as vicious.

-         Would any of you risk your career? – asked Ivan.

-         No. – the two answered and glared at eachother again.

-         Besides, what should I say? – the long-nosed boy continued. – I get paired with Sergiey and you know how we look together? Ridiciulous! That’s what!

-         You’ve both got funny noses. – suggested Kiki.

-         Don’t add to the tragedy of my life. – said the tiny Russian faux-miserbly. – Besides, he might squash me, if he won’t be carefull.

-         Talking about pairings, how come every OC, who joins my team is a. female, b. gonna fall for me or Kon? – chimed Kai in. – Why don’t they haress Kinomiya or Mizuhara?

-         Or Kyouju? – added Takao.

-         Kyouju’s asexuall. – muttered the grey-blue-haired Japanese.

-         Have you checked? – asaked Kiki innocently.

-         Morron.

-         You know Kai, we’re supposedly the ‘hot’ ones. – said Rei. – Maybe that’s why. I mean we seem to have the most fans.

-         Hey, why did they pair me up with that Emily-girl? – said Yuri surprisedly. – I didn’t even say a word to her! Did I even see her?

-         No, I don’t think so. – answered Kai. – It was me against the American team in the show.

-         You’re a red-head, she’s a red-head?  - suggested Boris.

-         My hair is red, her hair is orange. – answered the russian captain.

-         Maybe it’s because she tends to be mean? – mused Takao. – And you’re a Bad Boy’n’stuff.

-         A great concoction. – sniggered Kai. – Mix and stirr, and it’ll blow up right into your face. – he turned to his chinese teammate. - I thought, you and the White Tigers reconciled, Rei.

-         We did! – cried both Rei and Kiki. – At the end of the Chinese Championships.

-         Yeah, we even saw him and Rai shake their hands. – added the younger Japanese.

-         So why do so many people forget that? – wondered the japanese captain.

-         Because it’s easier to write a romance story, then. – answered Yuri. – They don’t have to bother with Mao’s relationship with Rei.

-         We’re good friends! – yelled the black-haired Chinese, blushing furiously.

-         Still in denial. – muttered Ivan.

-         If he’d stop this, I could peek. – said Kiki dreamily and started drooling.

-         In your dreams. – growled the golden-eyed Bladebreaker.

-         Or they can make the evil villians, who want to kill, rape and torture him – Boris pointed at Rei. – so that the author can stick his choice for his lover.

-         Lovers-shmovers – said Ivan – lets talk about something serious: drinking habits in fanfiction!

-         Really, their so annoying! – snorted Yuri. – Almost never true. I remeber, I supposedly drank lots of vodka in one fic. On one gulp.

-         So what? – the pale Demolition Boy raised ebrow. – Were you puking further than you can see or have you drunk a bottle of some juice?

-         No, I went happily to angst about. – muttered the red-head.

-         That’s impossible! – gasped Ivan. – Everything from 35% up burns in your throat. That’s why almost evrybody eats something or drinks some juice after taking a small gulp.

-         And after a larger amount of alcohol most people our age end up vomiting... – added Boris.

-         Asleep. – finished Yuri.

-         Oh, anyway, pipsqueek here can’t drink as much as Segiey for example. – continued the lavender-haired teen.

-         How come? – asked Takao.

-         It’s simple. – the pale Demolition Boy said, sounding very much like a rocket scientist. – The smaller you are, the bigger effect alcohol has on you.

-         Oh... – the blue-haired Japanese looked like fish thrown out of water.

-         Ey? – Kiki raised his eyebrows. – Somebody paired up Yuri with Mao?

-         What? – the Russian gaped at the small Chinese. – OK, she’s good-looking, but I don’t know her! And seeing how over-protective he – the red-head pointed at Rei. – gets, I’d have to be a nut to go out with her...

-         You’re not her type anyway. – muttered the long-haired Chinese.

-         Plus you have bad reputation. – added the green-haired White Tiger. Yuri only snorted.

 

Souichiro Hiwatari looked amused.

-         How strange. – he said. – I thought those children in the show are to young to have sex.

-         They are, sir. – answered Balkov and curiously eyed the prostitute, who turned off the gameboy and started scribbling something in a notebook.

-         Couldn’t they write they’re a few years older? – grumbled the old man.

-         Some do. – chimed the prostitute up. Kai’s grandfather looked at her and tried to take a glimpse of what she was writing. The shape-shifter started wriggling, so he couldn’t see the notebook. Balkov banged his forehead with his fist. Really, a respected buissnesman behaving like a curious child!

-         But some don’t. – eventually said the old man and pinched the prostitutes bottom. The woman started giggling in a high pitched way, which made Balkov wince. Really, he should have become a clerk, when he had the chance.

 

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