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 still haven’t watched V-force, so if you want me to rant about it, write the pro’s and con’s in your review, ‘k?

 I’m still using the original-version names.

Disclaimer:  Nope, I don’t own Beyblade. Takao Aoki does.

 

The Grumbling Room: Chapter 24

 

-         Why do they write those lists? – Rei growled.

-         Huh? – Takao blinked confusedly. – Why not?

-         I mean, write and post on ff.net. Wasn’t it only a fanfiction site? And lists aren’t fanfiction.

-         Well, no. – Kiki nodded. – But don’t you think writing a story is difficult?

-         But why should I be in interested in why somebody I never saw does/doesn’t like me, you, a pairing or hamburgers? – pointed out Yuri.

-         Because there can be a discussion? – said Kai.

-         Go to a chat, than. – snorted the redhead.

-         V-force is on air and pairing craze starting again. – sighed Ivan.

-         Voltres-V or Combatler-V? –Inquired Takao.

-         Bah! At least we have something to complain about. – shrugged Boris, ignoring the Japanese. – By the way catman, you seem to be the biggest playboy here.

 The black-haired neko-jin hissed.

-         Yeah, don’t bother denying. – continued the Russian. – You’re being paired with that pink-haired girl, Kai, Yuri, me, Takao, Max and that new girl – Selima quite often. And then there are the less popular things, which also have a lot of you.

-         You’re jealous!

-         No, I’m not. I merely stating the facts.

Kai rolled his eyes.

-         Don’t you think it’s amusing that when you get paired with him – he addressed Yuri. – he gets to be the dominant one?

-         You mean Rei? – the redhead answered indifferently. – They must think anyone with my looks is weak.

-         You’re getting vain pretty boy. – snorted the red-eyed Japanese.

-         Shut it, burned-chicken. I’m not a person, who listens to orders.

-         Not unless they’re backed up with some punishment, that is. – the captain of the Bladebreakers wasn’t going to let the redhead have the last word.

-         That dominant stuff sounds wrong! – whined Ivan.

-         Only because you never get to be dominant. – sniggered Kiki.

-         I get. When I’m paired with you.

-         That’s weird. – noticed Takao. – They usually follow the height rule blindly. You know, the taller guy is the seme?

-         Humpf! – the small Russian crossed his arms and huffed annoyedly. – Always the smaller! It’s not easy to be small, you know.

-         Yeah. – the green-haired Chinese nodded seriously.

-         Every bigger guy thinks, he can kick you, because you’re a few centimeters smaller!

-         A few? – Kai gave the long-nosed Demolition Boy a baffled look.

-         And do remind me who tried to beat you up? – Yuri sounded as disbelieving. The short boy grinned rather unpleasantly.

-         Well, I never said I’m helpless. – he smirked.

-         So why are you whining?

-         ‘Cause it’s a grumbling room.

-         Reei! – the violet-eyed White Tiger sing-sung. – Guess, you are the biggest playboy after all! You even got paired with poor lil’ me.

-         But I!.. I don’t! – Rei gasped, looking quite horrified.

-         What is it kitten? – Boris chimed in, making the last word sound like an insult.

-         He’s the biggest pervert in our village. – answered the golden-eyed teenager. – He’d probably grope my ass.

-         Poor thing. – snorted Yuri. – It’s not half as bad, as being paired with Balkov.

-         Depends on the point of view. I never was, so I don’t have to bother and can still say groping is worse. 

-         I’m not a pervert! – Kiki yelled. – Just because I happen not to be an oh-so-good character, you make me some kind of a pervert.

-         How ‘bout those pet names they make as use? – Takao piped up. – Like ‘angel’?

-         At least it isn’t sugar-chibi-lamb-chop or lovely-lily-weely. – mumbled Kiki.

-         Ugh. – Boris was quite green in the face.

-         And why does everyone call me kitten? – growled an ex-White Tiger. – Pardon me, but I’m not any helpless kitten!

-         I think the angel-stuff is worse. – the blue-haired Japanese wrinkled his nose.

-         At least no one will cal me angel. – Kai sounded quite happy.

-         Nor me. – the lavender-haired Russian recomposed himself.

-         Heh… Count me out. – sniggered the redhead. – Oh, by the way, someone can start calling you Boria. Or maybe cotton-muffin?

 The others started chuckling or plainly laughing, while the ‘cotton-muffin’ glared as if he was going to get homicidal any second.

-         Shut up, you red-haired idiot!

-         What is it, cotton-muffin? Upset? – the captain of the Demolition Boys grinned wider. 

-         Don’t. Call. Me. That. – growled the other Russian through gritted teeth.

-         Why?.. Cotton-muffin!

-         You are so immature. – drawled Kai.

-         Well, at least I have fun.

-         Hiromi manages to spoil my fun pretty often. – mumbled Takao miserably. – I have to train, – Kai smirked at that. – I have to clean up. Honestly! Doesn’t she expect a bit too much from me? And to think some people pair us.

-         Look on it from this side, Kinomiya. – his captain said. – You didn’t kill each other yet, so you must like each other.

-         You’re trying to say she likes me? – the smaller boy opened his eyes widely. – I never noticed.

-         Well, that’s one option. – answered the gray-blue-haired one. – The other is: you are going to kill each other in near future. You pick.

-         You are so positive. – the blue-eyed Japanese muttered.

 

 Souichiro Hiwatari boredly sipped his tea, while Balkov wriggled nervously. This Japanese way of sitting was driving him nuts.

-         This fandom is so boring. – the older man finally stated. – There’s nothing new around here. Tournaments, high school stories and pointless yaoi. – the last word sounded disdainful.

-         Well, this wasn’t an ambitious anime in the first place. – the violet haired man said annoyed. – So why do you expect a deal of ambitious stories?

-         Because I’m ambitious?

-         This doesn’t mean others have to be.

-         It’d be better, if they were.

-           Sir, you can’t make people act different.

-         You are the idealist here, Balkov.

 

 Frauke was cheerfully playing on her gameboy and humming softly a merry tune. She didn’t seem to pay attention for a while but finally raised her head.

-         Oh, hi! – she smiled. – Nice to see you again! I really approve that you like my little corner. Today, I’m going to talk about the romances.

 The first one would be ‘From Hate to Love’. It’s the one where the two heroes can’t stand each other in the beginning. They quarrel with each other every day and suddenly they realize they couldn’t live without each other. Of course, they’re stubborn and won’t admit it until something forces them.

 Another kind is the ‘Childhood Friend/Crush’ – it has two variations, by the way. The first one is: a friend whom the hero knew a long ago comes back. They have never forgotten each other and when they notice that she/he isn’t the boy/girl they used to play with, but a sexy lovely guy/chic they fall in love. The second variation is the story when the friend never leaves. They grow out together and behave rather like siblings, but their bo0nd is much deeper. Sooner or later their feelings will become known.

 The ‘Chosen by Destiny’ is a story about people, who fall in love on the spot, because they feel made for each other. Since the heroes are a pair almost from the beginning, the writer must invent something, what could be a danger for their relationship: ex-boy- and girlfriends for example.

 Last but not least is an ‘Ordinary Love Story’ – it starts with two people, who don’t know each other and get to know each other during the story, to finally fall in love.

 

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