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The Grumbling Room: Chapter 25
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Lemons.
– snorted Boris. – M/M lemons.
- What is it cotton-muffin? – sniggered Yuri.
- You and me in a lemon, that’s what. – the lavender-haired teen answered evenly.
- Afraid the Big Bad Wolf will eat you? – the redhead smirked tauntingly. Then he sighed. – If more of them made you in character, I’d walk around looking like some porridge leftovers… But than you’d have some bruises too.
- What the hell are you talking about, you red-haired brat?
- You are a sadist. Full-stop. – the Russian captain answered dryly. Rei nodded so much that you’d expect his head to fall of any moment.
- Thank you. – Boris’ voice remained void of emotions.
- He doesn’t get it. – sighed Takao.
- Pineapple-head there is right though. – Kai piped up. – Landing in bed with him means either rape or a S/M session.
- Excuse me, burned-chicken-boy, but how do you know what I like? – the pale Demolition Boy snarled.
- It’s how you act and my o-so-dear grandpa with Balkov, having that nice little talk about you. – the grey-blue-haired Japanese answered unfazed. – How come they make you out of all people nicer is beyond me.
- They like me. – the other teenager answered, as if stating the obvious.
- Why you out of all people? – wondered Rei. – You’re a homicidal nut!
- That’s not exactly his fault. – observed Ivan.
- At least they don’t make him an idiot. – grumbled Takao. – I may not be very intelligent, but I’m not a moron.
- Point. A moron wouldn’t have beaten me. – nodded Kai. – This is also insulting me.
- Not to mention our dear Takao has other personality traits then the… er… - Rei bit his lip.
- You mean being stubborn? Or loyal to the point it’s stupid? – inquired Kiki and got whacked with Takao’s boken in the head.
- I know my character. Thank you very much, but at least I’m easier to cope with then some people. – the blue-haired boy growled.
- You mean me? Or somebody else, Kinomiya? – asked Kai in a very intimidating voice. The other beyblader grinned and poked his tongue out. It was enough – the red-eyed Japanese lunged forward and soon he was chasing Takao around the room.
- And here they go again. – sighed Yuri.
- I think, it’s their private form of entertainment. – said Rei.
- Well, I don’t think it’s entertaining. – chimed Kiki in.
- It’s enough they do. – Ivan shrugged. – Are we going to stop them?
- Nah, let them play. – answered the taller Chinese. – They’ll have some move that way.
- And to think somebody paired me up with dragon-boy. – sighed Boris.
- …Don’t say! – the blue-eyed Demolition Boy turned around and gave his teammate a very shocked look.
- They did.
- Ugh. I don’t wanna! – yelled the younger Japanese, who managed to climb on Rei’s back and started talking from this ‘safe’ position. Kai plopped down at the Chinese feet with a face of lion, which can see his meal nicely coming straight in to his moth. The neko-jin was the only one, who didn’t seem amused.
- Get off me!!! – he screamed, but it didn’t work.
- And then it was… ugh… love on the first sight. – Boris made a very disgusted face. – With all that mystic lovey-dovey mambo-jumbo.
- Poor little cotton-muffin. – sniggered Yuri. – Should I fetch you a bowl, so you don’t barf over our nice floor?
- Did I hear it right? – the smallest Russian looked at his teammates incredulously. – Love on the first sight? Him? That’s waaay out of character!
- There’s no such thing as love anyway. – the lavender-haired teenager added.
- And you’re not supposed to have any feelings except anger and hate. – Kai remarked.
- Somebody paired me up with Sergey too. – sighed Takao.
- You remember him? – Rei asked.
- The big blond.
- Anything more?
The blue-eyed Japanese only shook his head mutely.
- And this should end the topic. – said the captain of the Demolition Boys. – He doesn’t know Sergey, Sergey doesn’t know him – what kind of relationship would that be?!
- And Halloween? – wondered Rei.
- The American holiday when kids dress up like monsters and go out begging? – inquired Ivan. – I saw it once or twice in a movie. Seems pretty childish too me.
- They make us do it. – snorted Kai. – As if I would take part in such degradation.
- Poor lil’ Burned-Chicken-Boy. – sniggered the redhead. – Do you ask ‘Trick or Treat’ too?
- Shut up.
- Why?
- Shut up!
- But why?
- Just shut the hell up!!!
The Russian shrugged and smirked.
- Kai: 0, Yuri: 1 – proclaimed the blue-haired Demolition Boy. The red-eyed Japanese eyebrow twitched.
- I wonder, if they’ll mess up Valentines too… - sighed Takao.
- What do you mean? – Yuri looked at the other boy quizzically.
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- Or that that’s no Russian custom? – chimed up Ivan.
- Neither is it Chinese… or European, or American? – added Kiki.
- Let us pray brothers. – said Boris in a monotone voice and started pretending to cough when he saw the other bladers’ faces.
- They paired me up with Ralf. – said the black-haired Bladebreaker to no one in particular.
- That’s strange. – Takao blinked confusedly. – I don’t recall you talking to or with him… So where’s the proof?
- It’s the case of ‘I claim the first…’ – answered Kiki. – I don’t get it – most pairings created like this are impossible!
- You can say that again! – said Ivan.
Meanwhile Boris Balkov was very busy inventing ‘Ten ways, how to kill your boss with a fork, so it would be very painful and nobody would notice.’ He definitely didn’t like sitting, like the Japanese do.
- I do wonder if they read? – Souichiro Hiwatari mused. – I mean, books.
- What for? It’s boring. – the scientist shrugged.
- If you want to write a good story, you have to know how to write one. – answered the older man, as if talking to a particulary stupid child. – And to know how you do it, you have to see a properly written one, right? So you have to read books – preferably those written by famous authors.
- Thank God I’m a scientist. – mumbled the Russian. – I had enough literature in school.
- And you can always show off that you’re very smart and read really famous books.
- That’s a better point. – the scientist suddenly grimaced. – I wish, they’d stop inserting them so blatantly in their stories. It is annoying.
- The plot is too easy to guess? – Souichiro Hiwatari raised his eyebrows. – The favourite character of the child, who wrote the story, will fall in love with the said child. And if we’re unlucky the said child will acquire elven powers or something like that.
Frauke was cheerfully playing on her gameboy, but quickly turned it off, with an air of an expert.
- Hello! Nice to see you again! – she adjusted her red hair, grinning like a very pleased cat. – Today’s topic is angst. We all love it, don’t we?
The first kind of an ‘angsty’ story is that with all possible tragedies: parents and siblings dying, murdered by the characters best friend, while he/she gets physically and mentally tortured by his boy/girlfriend, while being raped by some crazy psycho. Of course there are variations like: the character is being mentally, physically and sexually tortured by one of his/her parents, who killed the rest of his/her family and friends; or similar. If such a story isn’t exceptionally well written it will end up as – pardon my French – total crap or in a slightly better case – rather funny than sad.
The second one is the one tragedy – only one or two persons, who are close to the character dying, or rape, or abuse. It’s generally easier to write, because you have to focus on only one psychological influence.
Then there is the ‘mild’ angst – teenage depression, or being ignored by family are examples of it. Seems not dramatic enough for most people, because you don’t see it really often.
There’s also the angst/romance, which can be shortly described as ‘Woe is me! He/She will never love me!’ It’s usually also either the first kind of angst or the second. It consists mostly of the chosen characters inner monologues, about how unhappy he is and that he isn’t worthy of his love.