Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Does anyone know beyblade?! ❯ Chapter 1

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.Chapter 7.

“Well, that went good.” Amanda commented, trying to cheer us up.

“Yeah, especially that part where Daichi was talking about his balls while we were eating spaghetti with meatballs! Really, Daichi, no one cares about your damn almost eaten balls!” Tai sulkily added. Amanda thwacked the brown-hared boy on the back of his head, before Daichi could start on a rampage.

“Man Tai watch your language. Don't say…'balls'”, she said the word with a certain caution, as if the word would set off a chain reaction that was going to make the world explode, `say…'fifty cents', family jewels', or `eggs'. Ok Tai?” Daichi was about to start again. When Amanda said Tai, Tyson thought they were talking to him. (Tai, Ty?)

“Huh, someone talking to me?” Tyson piped up.

“Yea Tyson, remember don't ever say balls.” Tai told Ty with a mock-educational tone.

“TAI!” Amanda said.

“What?”

“Oh forget it…” Amanda looked outside the window and blew a stray hair off her face.

“But…but! Teresa told me to liven up the conversation, so I did!” Daichi protested. Too late. The bomb had set off.

“But it didn't have to be something to turn you green!” Teresa argued, trying to shift the blame.

“That isn't disgusting! From where I come from, it's completely okay!”

“But it isn't okay.”

“Yeah.” (T)

“No.” (D)

“Yes.” (T)

“No.” (D)

“Yes.” (T)

“No.” (D)

“Yes.” (T)

“No” (D)

“Yes.” (T)

“Yes.” (D)

“HA! I won Daichi!” Teresa declared.

“Wh-why?”

“You said yes.”

“Huh?”

“I won again! Haha.” Proud of herself, she sat back with a triumphant face. Daichi was about to protest again, when Lydia parked the truck and in two seconds Teresa had disappeared.

“Well, I'll show her! No one insults me and isn't punished!” He waved his closed fist.

Second period, Marisol dodged people in the halls galore. At the end of the hall, like the light at the end of the tunnel, was… let's just call him Shut Up 2 for the privacy of the idiot. She felt in heaven. She was getting closer to him, and then he disappeared into a classroom.

But! It was the same one as hers.

`Heaven…and I sit next to him.” She almost started daydreaming. Despite herself, she tried to act non-desperately and sat down with jitters and shivers running down her spine.

3rd Period, P.E for me and Teresa.

And Kai.

Shit.

“Today, we are playing tackle football,” The boys' side of the class and Teresa began cheering. “I don't want any commas or broken skulls.” He finished, although he didn't sound as if he cared if our skull broke. “Begin the game!” He threw the football at Teresa to start the game. In a second, everyone lunged at her, who threw the football at me. With much a fumble and mumble, I caught it. And all the male side of the class was running towards me (all except Kai) my eyes flared in panic, because I didn't like football.

Teresa then came in back of me. Instantly I gave her the apple of discord. Somehow, someway, because the herd of idiots was running, and I Kai blended somewhere in the middle and was running by inertia, he was pushed along with other, to fall on me.

“Get off!” I cried, kicking and screaming. Kai smirked discreetly, because he knew I would get teased for that. The coach blew the whistle.

“Hiwatari, Morales! We are playing tackle football, not have-sex- in-the-football-field.” I pushed Kai off me with a grimace.

For the first time in his life, Kai was wrong. His orange-headed girlfriend came from her group of friends and came to him, and began screaming her head off, poking his chest with her index finger accusingly.

“Don't think I didn't see you! `Cause I did! You lousy piece of ass! Oh, but wait `till you grand- FORGET IT!” Kai rolled his eyes and pushed her aside. She just stood there, wanting to scream at him for taking off like that, but she shrugged it off and went back to her oh-very-interesting conversation.

That day, at home, Teresa just couldn't stop teasing me. “Ooo. Soo…was it big?” ( You know what she meant, right?) I was turning red already.

“I wasn't doing anything! I told you one million times! He just fell on me!”

“That…that is just the lamest excuse.”

“Let's go practice beyblade.” Kenny interrupted.

“Yes!” I added and grabbed `blade.

“Today…you opponent will be…Rei!” Kenny told me. I smiled. He went soft on us. He smiled back. That's what he always did to reassure us. I put the rip cord in it's place and said the `let it rip' thing, not with too much enthusiasm, though, and then released m y beyblade, which stopped spinning about two seconds later. I sweatdropped.

“What was that?” Tyson asked, laughing, holding his stomach with both hands.

“It's called a launch. I thought you knew.” I answered coldly.

“I do know, I just have never seen such a crappy launch in my life!” Tyson answered.

I threw my launcher and `blade on the floor angrily.

“What makes you think that you are so perfect, Tyson? I'm barely learning and I bet you made a couple of bad launches when you were learning and even as a re-known world champion! So just shut the fuck up and let me try to learn this!” I bent to pick up my `blade to launch it again.

“Forget you,” Tyson said in his usual confident tone, “neither of you girls can even learn beyblade. You have no brain.” He crossed his arms and turned sideways.

“Tyson! That's a horrible thing to say!” Kenny scolded him as if he were two years old.

“Yeah Tyson! Even I think so!” Daichi backed up the Chief.

“Well it still stands!” He still had a stiff upper lip. Marisol, Lydia, Teresa, Amanda (who that day had decided to practice beyblade with us.) and I veered around marched angrily to our rooms. I, who was the last, screamed at Tyson,

“Fuck you too little girl!”

Max, Rei, Daichi and Kenny glared at Tyson.

“That was wrong,” began Max.

“You shouldn't talk that way to them,” Continued Rei.

“because they're our hosts!” Finished Kenny.

“Yeah, Ty.” Added Daichi. Tyson said exasperatedly.

“All right, all right. I was wrong. I couldn't stop myself. But they got angry too easily! They shouldn't have taken it to heart!”

“Tyson!” The BladeBreakers chorused, accenting the last syllable of his name.

“I vote that Tyson goes and apologizes.” Max raised his hand. Daichi sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Max and his American-ish democracy. I just say we FORCE him!” Daichi jumped and pushed Tyson forward. A little too hard, I'd say, for Tyson hit his head on the wall and fell on some thorny rose bushes. The blue-haired teen jolted up with a piercing scream that made birds fly away, massaging his injured head.

Lydia paid no attention to the bickering outside. She was looking at her Wicca Book. Twice she passed by a spell that would increase her abilities in sports or anything she wanted, but that wasn't her idea.

It was way worse, for Tyson.

“Aha!” The red-heads face brightened, and then pointed to a page that said, `Practical Jokes.'

She quickly buried her nose in the book and began turning pages. Then, “AHA!” once again and he put her index finger on the page. And broke it.

“Ow ow ow ow! Owww!!!” She petted her finger, and sucked on it. “Eeep…”

`Well back to work. This'll be a good practical joke.' She thought. `What fun. He'll shrink to the size of a pinky finger!'

Amanda and Tai were somewhere, walking around in the park.

“See? I told you no one came around here. The sight of a school scares the ignorant little kids.” A female voice whispered. Tai leaned a bit and looked around for the owner of the voice. Amanda thwacked him on the back of his head.

“OWW!!” He glared at Amanda while rubbing his head with a bratty face.

“You're not supposed to listen to people's conversation even if it seems they're criminals!”

Tai groaned. “But I want to listen!” He protested.

“Alright listen nosey-boy. But forget me helping you with your homework!” She threatened and walked away. He shrugged. He had done it already anyways!

“-a perfect day to take them. Forget the serious one thought, we don't need him.”

“I don't know if-” Tai knew what the situation was and he took off like a rocket to tell Amanda.

“Hey! Amanda! They're going to kidnap the BladeBreasters!” He said tensely. Amanda just looked at him.

“Tai? What's on your pervy little mind?”

“B-but…”

“It's BladeBREAKERS, not BladeBreasters!”

“Oh. But my point is, they're going to kidnap them!”

“No, you're making up stuff.”

“Just hear their conversation, please!” Tai grabbed Amanda by the hand and literally dragged her to the spot where he was listening earlier, behind a puffy rose bush. (Yeah it's always a rose bush, I know)

“The cocker spaniel will cost $300; the Dane will cost $550, and the serious one, the collie, that one I won't take.” The female voice said.

“Okay.” Amanda glared at Tai.

“They're buying dogs!” Amanda grabbed Tai's neck and from there looked a pressure point.

I feel sorry for Tai, because Amanda found it. “Ah ah ah ouch…!” Tai waved his arms around anime-style in pain.

“Let's go `cause you'll think next they're going to shoot you or something” Amanda told the brown-haired teen and dragged him back.

“Thank goodness those are gone. Noisy brats they don't even know how to spy correctly.” A girl said long after Tai and Amanda had left.

“Good cover up.” Complimented Shali.

“I know. Of course.” Tyson's girlfriend said, running her fingers thought her long jet-black hair (it was probably a wig)

“So, Tahnle, what are we going to do tomorrow?” Kai's girlfriend asked.

“Oh. That. Well. First, try to just…make those girls that live with them completely seem idiots so they don't even consider being friends with them.”

“Kind of like make them enemies?” Daichi's girlfriend asked Tahnle shook her head.

“Not to that point. Just…make them so crazy for you that they'll just be obsolete.”

“Like, can we like, dress like in our like best outfits and like, yeah?” Rei's girlfriend asked. Tahnle rolled her eyes at Irian's pathetic way of speaking and imitated it briefly.

“Like, yah. And, like try to get them like away for like, as long a you like, can, yah?”

Shali and Acri (heehee what dumb names.) giggled.

Lydia was preparing the ritual. “Shit…a spoon of paprika? What for?” She wondered aloud. “Whatever. That's ghetto. I'll just buy it tomorrow.” She got up from the half-circle she drew with black chalk and jumped on her bed tiredly.

The window had been left open for the ritual, and an eerie wind blew in, turning the pages until it stopped suddenly on one that said, “Body Change.” The black ink then glowed red, gold, and blue, then a white light surged from there. Lydia didn't notice a thing. Suddenly she opened her mouth and began snoring, and moved her leg so it dangled next to the bed.