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.

Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own Beyblade. Takao Aoki does. Neither do I own the characters from Neruto. Frauke/The Prostitute is mine though, but she won’t be appearing now. Charlene Deamen belongs to Exodia-Girl.

The Grumbling Room: Chapter 34

“Hey, Kai? Who’s Kyouju?” Yuri addressed the dual-haired blader, after having a long hushed discussion over something with Mariam.

“The guy with the bouncing beyblade,” the red-eyed Japanese answered boredly.

“Oh, that one,” the redhead nodded. “Can somebody tell me why would I ever go out with him?”

“Because he’s determination in your match in G-Rev turned you on?” Rei shrugged.

“Ha-ha-ha, hilarious,” the Russian snorted. “Do you see the tears of joy?”

“You shouldn’t insult Kyouju!” growled Takao.

“Calm down,” Boris said impassively. “He just can’t accept somebody like that got behind his precious Novae Rogue.”

“That was cheating! That brat should have come with that on his own!”

“See what I mean?”

“You should be loyal, Cotton-Muffin!”

“Only if you stop calling me that.”

“Jerk.”

“That’s better.”

“It means it’s not insulting enough.”

“I sometimes wonder about them…” Kai sighed.

“That’s what you get for leaving a perfectly normal and sane team,” huffed Takao.

“Perfectly sane and normal?” the older blader echoed, his imagination showing him one of the quarrels between the blue-haired teen and Daichi.

“Compared to them…” Kiki said pointing at Boris and Yuriy, who were still trading insults in a conversational manner and at Ivan who was scribbling it all down furiously.

“That’s actually quite normal,” stated the captain of the BBA team. Mariah and Mariam exchanged pitying looks after hearing such a statement.

“The poor things…” faux-cooed the blue-haired girl.

“Nobody ever brought them up properly,” joined the neko-jin.

“Well, some of them made it possible for you, since both of you got paired up with me,” Boris said with a superior smirk. However, if he expected he scared the two, he was sadly mistaken.

“Well, if we were in a threesome, you’d be our slave,” sing-sung Mariam.

“In your dreams.”

“You want to bet your money?” Mariah grinned, showing her cat-like fangs.

“Sure. I could handle you both easily.”

“I don’t think anybody would write such a threesome…” muttered Ivan.

“Live on in the dream-world,” answered Kiki. “At least that Rick guy would be nearer to reality if he’d want to be with Mao.”

“Excuse me?” hissed Rei.

“Well, they pair her up with that Mystel-person and with that Mingming." shrugged the short Chinese.

"Why do I get punished so?" moaned the pink-haired girl.

"You should be happy, you get more heterosexual pairings," grumbled Yuriy.

"But when she gets a homosexual one, she gets flat squirts." answered Ivan with a grin. He promptly got clobbered by an angry Mao.

"Yay for you!" cheered Kiki - nobody knew if he meant the girl or the small Russian.

“Oh yeah…” Ivan muttered while rubbing his now sore head. “I’m always unlucky.”

“Oh?” the green-haired Chinese arched his eyebrow.

“I got paired up with him,” he waved in Takao’s general direction. “but nobody ever considers that I’d do better with Yuri.”

“In your dreams pip-squeak,” snorted the redhead.

“You have a lot of luck for pip-squeaks,” commented Kai. “As far as I remember some people believe you and Daichi are destined.”

“Hmpf. He only reaches to my waist.”

“That’s high enough,” sniggered Boris. “Or maybe even a bit too high.”

“How cute,” muttered Yuri furiously. “Cotton-Muffin has a sense of humour.”

“But Yuri’s right!” Takao declared, his foot resting on Kai’s head. “None of us can talk with anybody without being paired up by some fan!”

“Kinomiya… I agree with you, but you really didn’t have to stomp the truth into my head…” the dual-haired ‘blader growled while pushing his teammate’s leg off. This resulted in Takao loosing his balance and falling down.

“Kai! You could have killed me!”

“See if I care.”

“Really, I wonder how Kai survived with such insane team members…” Yuri said to himself. To his surprise Maraim started giggling after hearing it.

“What?”

“Oh nothing!” the blue-haired girl replied airily.

Before Yuriy could muster any reply somebody opened the door and a girl walked in – she had brown hair and amber eyes. She was quite tall and maybe a tad to skinny, but her clothing masked it quite well.

She frowned while looking at now silent ‘bladers and placed a small piece of paper on the table. Kai picked it up and read out loud:

“OC evaluation. Beyblade Grumbling Room. Signed Max Mizuhara. PS. Guys be so nice and evaluate her!”

The beybladers looked at each other and then at the girl, who seemed faintly amused.

“I remember you!” Kai yelled. “You’re Charlene Deaman! One of the bimbos which fawn over me, as if they could do something more productive!”

“My, my… I never expected such humble words from you,” Charlene spoke up for the first time. “You admit dating you is unproductive?”

“Besides Kai, wasn’t she dating me for at least two and a half story?” Rei chimed up.

“That only proves how much of a bimbo she is,” shrugged the red-eyed teen. “She could even notice how magnificent I am.”

“…And they say I’m arrogant?” muttered Yuri. “You know Kai, I thought bimbos are blond and remind you of Pamela Anderson on Estrogen?”

“…Hmpf.”

“Thought so.”

“Guys! We were supposed to evaluate!” Mao reminded. The two ‘bladers looked at each other and then at the pink-haired girl. “Oh fine. I’ll start,” she sighed. “When she was with Rei the authoress stated they were destined and then she ended up with Kai after all.”

“Aren’t you happy?” asked Kiki. “You ended up with him thanks to that.”

“Besides, it was a minor slip and you didn’t get bashed…” added Rei.

“I’d say Ray tends to flirt from time to time,” piped up Takao. “So he could have got an OC and then end up with Mao.”

“We were to evaluate her, not the story-line!” hissed Mariam. “Wasn’t she bit over-powered?”

“Hm… Not really, if you think about it,” Kai shook his head. “Unlike Mary-Sues she was a challenge, not a hopeless case of being invincible.”

“I feel honored,” the brown-haired girl snorted.

“You should,” the dual-haired teen said.

“Adorable, isn’t he?” snorted Mariam, addressing Mao.

“Yeah… As much as an angry lizard,” answered the Chinese making sure the object of their gossip would hear.

“At least I don’t look like a Chinese Barbie-doll.”

“At least I have a social life.”

“I don’t need one.”

“Sure, you don’t,” snorted Charly. “We’ve all seen how much you don’t need one!”

Even if the intended to talk more they never had the chance since loud knocking had interrupted them. Before anybody could answer the door had been opened at the blond boy in an orange track-suit jumped in. His eyes were closed, which – combined with whisker like birthmarks – made him look like a fox. From behind him a black-haired girl peeked shyly, averting her eerie white eyes when ever somebody tried to look directly at her. Last was red-haired boy with black-rimmed green-blue eyes. He looked definitely less friendly than the two others.

“N-na-naruto-kun?” the girl said in a faint uncertain voice. “D-do we ha-have to-to talk w-with them?”

“Why not Hinata-chan?” the blonde gave the girl a confused look. “Their show will probably get cross-overd with ours, if it hasn’t already been done.”

“You don’t seem too worried about it,” Ivan remarked.

“Why should I? I’m way stronger than you guys.”

“Not another one…” muttered Mariam.

“I don’t see why we should get crossovered with them,” said the greenish-eyed redhead monotonously.

“That’s easy, the author liked your show and ours, so they thought, it’d be a good idea to make a cross-over,” answered Rei.

“And make a load of new pairings,” added Takao, sounding rather sour.

“They won’t make me date Sasuke again?!” shrieked the blue-eyed boy in orange track suit.

“Who knows?” Kiki sighed.

“Hey, you could at least introduce yourselves!” huffed Mao. The black-haired girl blushed and looked at her feet, while the blonde boy blinked as if he got reminded of something. Only the redhead remained impassive.

“I’m Uzumaki Naruto! Future Hokage!” he exclaimed, then pointed at the girl behind him. “This is Hyuuga Hinata,” he pointed at the redhead, “and that’s Gaara!”

“I-I’m so-sorry to say tha-that,” muttered Hinata, “b-but it wou-wouldn’t be v-very good, if you ha-had to fight with us…” she blushed. “I don’t me-mean to sound a-a-arrogant, but those to-tops a-aren’t the b-best weapon…”

“Beyblades aren’t meant to be used as weapons!” yelled Takao and made the black-haired girl cower even more. “Beyblading is a sport!”

“Stop scaring Hinata-chan!” Naruto yelled at the blue-haired Japanese.

“But Beyblading is a sport!” Takao continued to scream, as if this were justifying scaring anybody.

“What You still wouldn’t survive,” stated Gaara. “You’re all too weak.”

Character Evaluation Result for Charlene Deamen a.k.a. Charly: Not a Mary-Sue, Rants Approved.

Souichiro was enjoying his God-knows-which mug of green tea. It made Dr. Zeggert wonder, how soon Kai’s grandfather would need to go to the toilet. It certainly didn’t appear as if he intended to get up soon. Balkov returned to gloating over Gideon. He was currently telling how smart he was, using his plan from G Revolution as the example. The other man was staring into space his eyes glassy. Obviously, he hadn’t heard one word from the Russians monologue. Doctor K. was still occupied with her gun.

The door cracked as somebody opened in and a moment later a white-haired young man with red eyes and glasses stood in the middle of the room, flanking a snake-like Gothy individual.

“That’s the place, Kabuto?” the Gothy one drawled.

“Yes, Orochimaru-sama,” Kabuto answered.

“Hmm… So you’re the people, who wanted to take over the world with toys?”

“How many times do I have to repeat, I didn’t want to take over the world?” sighed doctor Zeggert.

“Until you grow fairy-wings,” muttered Doctor K.

“Pathetic,” Orochimaru commented, adjusting his long hair.

“Excuse me?” Souichiro Hiwatari growled. “We aren’t mutants…”

“You don’t know the true meaning of power,” was the black-haired ninja’s answer.

“We don’t know money rules the world?” Balkov said. “Funny, I was sure I knew it.”

“Money? How silly…”

“Everybody knows it’s information!” Kabuto chimed in.

“Information are nothing, if you can’t use them!” argued the violet-haired Russian.

“You can’t get money without information!” answered the albino.

“And he’s supposed to be smarter than me?” mused Gideon. “Everybody knows power is what brings money and information.”

Kabuto and Balkov slapped their foreheads simultaneously.

A/N:

Sorry for not updating that long – I was busy with accommodating in a new city and Uni demanded a lot of attention. Hopefully, I’ll be able to write faster now.

Okay, I decided to start evaluating OC’s. If you want to have your OC evaluated I’ll ask for two things – a bio and a paragraph (200 words minimum) so that I know how to write them. I may choose to use the bio only and make the guys and girls comment on it. A link to the fanfic featuring the OC would be helpful. Please, do not leave those in your reviews – send them to: missbloodymary2000yahoo.de.