I’m still using the Japanese-version names (olalala!)

Hiruta = Carlos

Ralf = Robert

Disclaimer: Ich besitze Beyblade nicht. (Got bored with saying in English that I don’t own Beyblade)

 

The Grumbling Room: Chapter 9

 

-         Okay. – said Rei. – That’s enough.

-         I wonder, why do I say that something is for the weak so often in all those stories? – mused Boris.

-         It’s like Wufei and weak women. – said Takao. – People see this as your trademark quote and when they notice your getting OOC they put so that the reader knows it’s you and not some doppelganger.

-         That and it can be humorous. – added Kai.

-         But I don’t use it that often in the series. – protested the Demolition Boy.

-         Well, I don’t ‘whatever’ or ‘hn’ that often too. – shrugged the tattooed Bladebraker.

-         Hey people! – Kiki piped in. – What do you think about the ‘tragic past’ stories?

-         Do I look like an abused child? – asked Takao.

-         No, you look like cheerful moron. – snorted his captain. – And you behave like one...

-         You’re mean again! – yelled the smaller boy.

-         And I don’t behave like an abused child too, I’m quite sure. – muttered the older Bladebraker, ignoring his teammate.

-         Nah, you act like neglected one. – chimed Yuri in. – Anyway, the only people with a possible ‘tragic past’ is my team. But than it’s only a possibility and it’s over-used.

-         Really, come to think of it, it’s Max who gets them really often. – Takao shook his head. – What do they have against him?

-         They think you can’t be that cheerful? – suggested Kai.

-         Speaking of that blonde of yours, - suddenly spoke up Ivan – what do you think about him getting paired with that Majestic – Olivier?

-         Er... Weird. – answered the boy in the baseball cap. – Will those people finally understand that we don’t really know the Majestics, the White Tigers...

-         Speak for yourself. – muttered Rei.

-         ... the All Stars or the Demolition Boys. And that nobody sane would like to know the Dark Bladers. – continued the younger boy obliviously.

-         Boris isn’t sane, I believe. – commented Kai dryly.

-         Are you implying something? – growled the lavender-haired Russian.

-         Hn... – was the Bladebrakers answer.

-         Back to Max – he and any other Majestics’d be also silly. – said Yuri.

-         How do you know? – demanded Kiki.

-         Easy – answered the Russian. – Robert is too serious, Johnny would get annoyed by Max too easily and Enrique chases everything in a skirt.

 Takao started giggling at this.

-         What’s wrong with you again? – asked Kai wearily.

-         Scotts wear skirts and Johnny’s a Scott. – laughed the smaller boy. Kiki shook his head.

-         Scotts wear kilts. Not skirts. – he mumbled.

-         Isn’t he infuriating? – the captain of the Bladebrakers rolled his eyes. – One moment he’s behaving like a cheerful kid, than he says something smart and the next he does something completely moronic.

-         I was born wise, but then I went to school. – said the other Bladebraker ominously. – What do you think about the school stories people?

-         If it’s AU, there will be probably a Mary-Sue. – grumbled Yuri.

-         And if it’s ‘cannon’, than a Mary-Sue will probably show up too. – added Boris.

-         I wonder what are we doing in the same school anyway? – mused Kiki. – They forget to explain this so frequently...

-         Or even if it’s only one team – us most of the time – it’s still funny. – said Takao.

-         I’d say. – agreed Kai. – I for one thing didn’t meet you until you beat Hiruta.

-         I didn’t know Kyouju before too. – said Takao. – He might have been in a different class, though. He’s so hard to notice. And Max is ‘the new kid’ around, so we might end up in the same place.

-         Well, I’m another case, I guess. – chimed Rei in. – I mean, with all the traveling I’ve done, I had to change schools often. It’s plain common sense. And there is a possibility I would end up in Takao’s school, but... Why always the same class?

-         Their too lazy to think of something more complicated. – answered Kiki.

-         And who on Earth would send Russians to Japan?! – Yuri threw his hands up. – Balkov maybe nutty, but he’s not completely crazy.

-         And what for? – piped Ivan in. – To spy on Takao’s love life?

-         Oh, my dear food I love you so much! – said Kai in his monotone voice. The smaller Japanese took out his kendo sword and tried to whack his captain with it. The other boy swiftly moved out of the way and his teammate succeeded only in landing flat on his face.

-         Ow... – he muttered, rubbing his nose. – That was mean!

-         But true. – said Kiki, with a mischievous glint in his visible eye.

-         Ah... I wonder what some people have against me? – mumbled Ivan.

-         What’s wrong now? – asked Boris, sounding annoyed.

-         They pair me with Ralf! – whined the small Russian. Takao started to laugh uncontrollably at that. Yuri covered his mouth with his hands and was doing several strange things including bouncing on his chair and making noises which were similar to cross between a singing cat and a drunk donkey. Kai was yet again pretending he was coughing and Kiki was looking like fish thrown out from water. Rei was chuckling. Only Boris stayed calm.

-         I just can’t see our prim and proper Ralfie going out with him! – the green-haired White Tiger managed to say snapping out of his trance-like confusion. And than the unimaginable happened – Boris burst out laughing. The other beybladers stared at him, shocked.

-         What?! – the lavender-haired boy snapped.

-         It’s rather... unusual to see you laugh. – answered Yuri. Boris glared at him. – That’s more like it. – added the red-head.

-         Now, I wonder why would anybody pair me with Giancarlo? – mused Rei.

-         Don’t ask me! – Takao shook his head.

-         Other, more reasonable pairings seem too ‘conventional’? – suggested Kai.

-         But I thought the Enrique guy was one big playboy! – Kiki looked taken aback.

-         We all did... And still do. – answered Kai gravely

 

 Meanwhile in one of the many brothels in the Realm of Complaining Characters two adults were having a conversation. One was a broad elderly man, the other had violet hair. The older on sat on a large armchair, a prostitute on his lap. The other sat on a chair, looking sourly at the woman on his companions lap.

-         Stop glaring, Balkov. – said the older one. – I am not interested in your sexual preferences, so you better leave it.

-         Yes sir. – muttered the scientist unhappily. – I honestly don’t understand why everybody expects I’d rape boys.

-         You just look like it. – growled Voltaire Hiwatari (a.k.a. the elderly man with a prostitute on his lap) – At least they don’t think you’d rape your grandson. Why should I do it is beyond me. I wouldn’t benefit me in any way!

-         I don’t think we should dwell on this – the children who write those stories have usually over-active imagination. – said the Russian. – But you might have paid more attention to that brat. Maybe he wouldn’t betray us than.

-         I don’t expect you ever tried to bring up a child on your own? – drawled the older man. – So don’t give me advice.

-         Yes sir. – the violet-haired man sighed. Why did he have to become an evil scientist? Maybe his father was right and he should have worked as a clerk?

 

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