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 original-version names and team names (those I know):

Baifuzu = White Tigers

Disclaimer:  Nope, I don’t own Beyblade. Takao Aoki does. Neither do I own the Saint Seiya/Knights of the Zodiac characters, who will have a guest appearance. Frauke/The Prostitute is mine though.

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The Grumbling Room: Chapter 28

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-         Hey Ka-! – Takao started when somebody opened the door.

-         Hello! – a cheerful voice of girl could be heard. They all turned around to see Mao in full pink and busty glory. Unfortunately, the girl also spotted Boris. – It’s you! – she hissed and almost jumped at the Russian. Kai managed to catch her.

-         No brawls allowed in the Grumbling Rooms. – he said, having a hard time trying to restrain the Chinese.

-         I was planning to get back on him after we’re finished. – chimed up Rei. – Care to join?

-         With pleasure. – the pale Neo Borg member gulped, looking at two feral neko-jins.

-         Hey, Mao! What are you doing here? – Kiki joined the conversation.

-         Representing my gender.

-         And doing it well. – added Yuri, whose eyes were fixed on Mao’s chest.

-         Quit staring!- growled Rei and slapped the back of the redheads head.

-         This is so unfair! – grumbled the Russian.

-         Like you’re the one to complain. – muttered the girl. – This – she pointed at her breasts. – is heavy and a problem when you’re running. And how can I rape anyone is beyond me!

-         With a broom? – Boris suggested.

-         This… was unnecessary. – mumbled Ivan.

-         I was only trying to help.

-         Yeah, sure.

-         Oh, Rei? – Mao turned to her former teammate. – Who is this Salima?

-         Er… She’s one of the Psykicks. A nice girl.

-         Well… I believe you. For now.

 The black-haired Chinese gulped.

-         Go Mao! – cheered Kiki.

-         So where were we? – mused Takao. – Oh, yeah. I wanted to ask Kai what he thought about being paired with Mariam. So Kai, what do you think?

-         Didn’t she go for Max? Ozuma? – the older teen shrugged. – And didn’t she have a similar relationship with that over-grown ape Dunga, like you and Hiromi?

-         I see you don’t like the idea.

-         What’s the proof?

-         Er… You saw each other?.. – suggested Rei.

-         Sheesh! – the dual-hair-coloured teen shrugged, indicating that he considered the case was closed.

-         I did see some stating your bit beast was female, Kai. – Mao piped up.

-         Eh? – the stoic adolescent arched an eyebrow.

-         You could try asking. – suggested Takao.

-         You’re the only one who’s bit beast said something to. – countered the BBA Team’s captain. Nevertheless he closed his eyes, concentrating. A moment later he opened his eyes, a semi-amused expression on his face. – Well, he’s sulking.

-         Wha-? – the other ‘bladers gave the red-eyed teen confused looks.

-         Sulking. Upset. No talking, because he feels hurt.

-         Hey! I remember one strange thing! – Ivan yelled waving his arms frantically. – That friend of yours – Max raping his mom!

-         Say what? – Rei managed to splutter out, while Takao was making a very nice impression of a fish thrown out of water.

-         Was it a parody? – asked Kai.

-         Maxy? Mizuhara Max? My bud? – the blue-haired Japanese finally snapped out of his stupor. – Is this some stupid joke?!

-         I’d say, that’s OOC. – nodded Boris.

-         Speaking of OOC, did you notice how in some stories our flaws are all gone? – asked Yuri.

-         Like you’re self-control or the lack thereof? – snickered Kai.

-         At least I don’t have a stick up my ass!

-         You can talk what you want, but I’m the perfect gentleman. – said Rei smugly.

-         Yeah, right. – snorted the lavender-haired Russian. – Playboy.

-         He’s only telling that to impress Mao. – piped up Kiki.

-         I’ll get you for that! – the raven-haired neko-jin growled baring his fangs.

-         Yeah. – Ivan chimed up. – He wants to do this and that with her.

-         You little perverted!.. – the golden-eyed Chinese clearly didn’t know whom he should strangle first.

-         Animation in 2002 is baaad. – grumbled Takao.

-         Look at us launching our beyblades! – snorted Kai. – It looks as if we weren’t even trying!

-         They’re as slow as a slug in tar going upwards. – commented Ivan.

-         And those computer animations of ‘blades make it even worse. – sighed Yuri. – I may not be there, but thinking about it hurts.

-         Isn’t it the mere action of thinking, which hurts? – the taller Japanese suggested with a smirk. – Too much effort?

-         You’re just jealous because I look better.

-         What’s with them? – Mao whispered to Rei.

-         I think, they don’t like each other.

-         I think you are right. – Ivan said mimicking the black-haired teenager’s voice.

-         Takao? – Kiki grinned a bit to cheekily for the blue-haired boy’s liking. – Why if you get new attacks in fanfics they’re usually named Rose Petal something?

-         The author is female. – stated Boris. – And girls like flowers.

-         Yep, best with a bit of salt! – added Mao. The Russian gave her a baffled look and the girl flashed a victory sign. – Gotcha!

 Suddenly, the door flew open revealing three teenagers. One was a tanned short boy with brown messy hair, clad in bleached jeans and a red T-shirt, the second one had black hair which reached the end of his back and lavender-coloured Chinese-style clothes, the last one had grayish hair which was uneven and partially reached his knees. He had golden eyes and a wolfish face. Next to his leg stood a grey wolf with a darker moon-shaped spot on its forehead.

-         Eh? – the wolfish one snorted. – Do we have to stop here, Lizard-Boy?

-         Yes, we do. – ‘Lizard-Boy’ ignored the insult.

-         Hey! Will you stop dissing my friend?! – the brown-haired teen, however, didn’t.

-         Why should I? He doesn’t mind.

-         Sure, he does!

-         Well, why doesn’t he get annoyed?

-         Argh! Just shut up, Wolf-Boy!

-         So you can call me Wolf-Boy and I can’t call him Lizard-Boy?

-         Lizard-Boy is insulting! Wolf-Boy isn’t!

-         Do be quiet you two. – the black-haired teenager demanded. His behaviour was similar to Rei’s calm and collected.

-         ‘Scuse me? – asked Mao. – Who are you?

-          Sorry. – the Chinese-clad stranger said. – I am Draco Shiryu. That is – he pointed at the brown haired adolescent. – Pegasus Seiya. We are both Athena’s Bronze Saints, although you might have heard about as Knights of the Zodiac.

-         Later to become Divine Saints – broke in Seiya. – The almighty, he pointed at himself. – undying, - he took out a picture of some blue-haired sullen teen. – wound self-inflicting, - he pointed at Shiryu and than took out another photo, this time of a blonde. – Gods. – he took yet another picture out – one of a green-haired androgynous creature.

-         In other words Mary-Sues. And my name is Fenrir, - the grey-haired one chimed up. – Alioth Fenrir – Epsilon God Warrior of Asgard. Under Priestess’ Hilda’s command.

-         Don’t say there was a Saint Seiya/us crossover?! – Kai cried out. – And don’t start with the toys!

 It was too late, however, as Fenrir somehow managed to snatch Takao’s and was looking at it with interest.

-         I had a similar thing when I was a hid. You’d start it pushing a button here. Unfortunately, the cubs nearly ate it.

-         And here I thought we had strange things happen to us. – mumbled Kiki. – You had a beyblade?

-         Huh? A what? Isn’t that a top?

-         Not another one! – groaned Kai. – Beyblades are not toys!

-         We don’t need kids, which would get into the way. – Seiya grumbled. – They’re cosmo is weak – if existent and we still have Kiki to keep an eye on.

-         Eh? I thought it was that Saori. The chic, who didn’t know you don’t run in a nightgown when it’s snowing. – Fenrir commented.

-         That’s not a nightgown! – the brown-haired Saint yelled. – It’s a dress.

-         Yes, yes. I still say, you were cheating.

-         What?!

-         He dropped an avalanche on me! – the golden-eyed Asgardian growled pointing at Shiryu.

-         That’s called superior tactics!

-         Yeah. That’s what I said. Cheating.

-          What?! – the black-haired youth lost his temper. – You call me a cheater?!

-         Alberich uses the same term, describing what he does and everybody knows he cheats.

-         Well, Alberich is a motherfucking homosexual! – barked Seiya. Fenrir blinked and gave the tanned teenager a baffled look.

-         What’s this homo-? – he asked.

-         It means he has sex with other man. – explained Yuri, who suddenly and irrationally felt helpful.

-         Oh. – the wolfish adolescent frowned for a moment, but a second later his face brightened. – So it means he fucks his father! – he cheerfully announced.

-         He didn’t get the picture. – mumbled Shiryu.

-         At least he knows what sex is. – whispered Seiya.

-         I don’t want to have to show up in one story with those nuts! – whined Ivan.

-         You’d probably die. – the grey-haired God Warrior said with a smirk. – You better stay in your own world playing with those tops.

-         They’re called beyblades! – snarled Yuri.

-         And they aren’t toys! – added Kai.

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 Souichiro Hiwatari wondered, if he was going to meet a villain, who would be more ridiculous than he. Well, he wasn’t thinking exactly that, but that’s how you could translate it to normal Beyblade-fan speech from his thoughts. Boris Balkov was soundly asleep and it didn’t seem that he was going to wake up any time soon.

 The old man took a sip of God-knows-which portion of green tea, when he heard a loud voice outside.

-         Si Aphro! It is here! – the person must have been Italian he guessed from the accent.

 Soon after two man came in – one very feminine (he had even make-up) the other rougher looking, but smiling as if he were on crack.

-         Heh! Look at this! – the more masculine man sniggered. – Now, I’ll be able to prove that Hyoga that being half-Russian isn’t very much to be proud of!

-         You and Milo are so similar… Stupid and, how do the fans describe it?.. sugar-high?

-         Well, at least I was never mistaken for a girl as a child. I’m Cancer Death Mask. And my companion is Pisces Aphrodite.

-         And don’t you dare to call me Aphro. – the Pices Saint said twirling a white rose in his fingers.

-         I thought I asked you not to take those! – Death Mask sounded distraught.

-         Why? It’s only for protection.

-         Do you want something here? – the Japanese villain asked pointedly.

-         Yes. We wanted to see the man, who couldn’t raise his grandson so that the kid would love him. – cheerfully announced the Italian.

-         I seriously think somebody up there doesn’t like me. – muttered Souichiro Hiwatari.

-         How do they make those things fallow their orders? – mused Death Mask.

-         It’s those bit-things they have in them. – said the Pisces Saint.

-         Not all of them have those.

-         They don’t know it’s impossible? – suggested Aphrodite. – Like Shiryu and his mountains – he didn’t notice yet that if you fall from a certain height you die, so he doesn’t. They didn’t notice that plastic can’t react to your commands.

-         You mean, it’s will power… Wait a sec! You can’t fall from high cliffs?!

-         We’re Gold Saints. We can.

-         Oh.

 

 Frauke grinned and turned of the gameboy.

- Ya-ha! Finished Mortal Combat! – she blinked. – Oopsie. Got carried away. – she became serious. – Well, today I think I’ll talk about sequels. The main problem with those is that the author is expected to write something similar to what he wrote before. And that’s not always possible. The other problem is the fact that, if there were OCs you might have grown too fond of them… And that’s the straight way to making them too perfect.

 Don’t get me wrong – liking your OCs is perfectly OK – you just have to remember that no matter how much you hang on them a.) they’re fictional and b.) you want to create a realistic story, which means your OC have to have some problems.

 All in all inventing a new plot, which would still be similar to the earlier one – it’s what the people liked after all – can really cause a headache. You can’t make it too similar… but it has to be really similar… but you shouldn’t make it like that… Got the idea?

 

A/N

 I really did see a Saint Seiya (or rather Knights of Zodiac) Beyblade crossover. *sighs* And I just couldn’t resist, having the chance to put my favourite Wolf-Boy here. ^^

As far as I know Fenrir was Fenril in the French language version and Luxor in the Spanish… I think. Aphrodite was Aphrodite… I think – as for Death Mask – the meaning stayed the same.

 As for the sequels… I remember what happened after I wrote one original story (in Polish) and my friend asked me to make more… I did, but it came out a romantic comedy instead of a horror parody. Actually, I’m still writing it, but unless I’ll have no fanfiction to write, I’m not translating it. I’d fall back in my schedule, if I did!

 

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