Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Does anyone know beyblade?! ❯ Chapter 3

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer- I do no own beyblade.

Erm…Here I finished introducing all ze characters! I think…I know this chapter is boring. I didn't really know what to say anymore, my inspiration wore off. So yeah…I'll try to write the next one slightly better.

.Chapter 3.

Back with me

Daichi went through the `bey-routine' like Tyson did with Teresa, but longer.

“Attack disk?”

No.

“Weight disk?”

Uh-uh.

“MG Core?”

Nope.

“Goodness, what do you know about beyblade then!”

“I know that you are well over obsessed with it.” I said simply and walked away from the red-haired boy, only to crash against an obviously manly chest.

I tried to hide my embarrassment with attempting to push him out of my way, and answered snarlingly when he told me:

“Take me to my room.”

No, `where is my room?' `can you please take me to it?'

Simply commanding me as if I were a servant.

“Find it yourself!”

`Stupid idiot.' I hurried to get to my dragon-filled dark purple room with black curtains. There, from under the mattress, I retrieved two pictures, both bearing the image of the same boy: Ivanov Tala.

Three knocks on my door meant Marisol was going to come in- in a fraction of a second. Quickly, I shoved the pictures under my derriere and smiled widely when she came in.

“HI!” I screamed something I do when I am nervous.

“Hm. Were you looking at those photos again?” The psychic girl asked, already knowing the answer, just expecting it to be confirmed.

“No.”

“You might as well stop dreaming about him. He may have even moved. After all, all he wanted to do was to, `hide from society for a while'. It's not use for you to keep remembering and cherishing those pictures anymore.”

“It's none of your business. Even though he did spend the summer hiding in my house, I feel like I've known him for a longer time.” (Oh wow. I can't believe how cliché I am. Can you tell what's going to come out of this?)

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Did you see the boys that came?” She sighed. “I kind of like the blonde one.” I rolled my eyes, and rolled so I wasn't facing her anymore. Two seconds later, I got bored of lying down and sat up, and put a DVD in my DVD Player. (No, actually I think I placed a floppy disk /scolding myself: ignore/)

While the thing got loaded, I touched the scars in my back and side. I still wondered how I got those. Yes, I was a klutz, but those were too many, even for me.

Marisol was already long gone, in her own room, reading the Lord of the Rings. For the fifth time. And she was listening to the Lord of the Rings soundtrack for the Return of the King.

Lydia, Lydia was in her own crimson red room, sitting on a chair, writing with a black pen some dark poem.

Teresa stormed in the house, hands on her head in desperation, shouting at the boys behind her that she didn't know what the freak beyblade was.

She knew all sports except that one, the most famous sport in the world. But after all, nobody in the city knew what it was. Apparently the only city in the whole entire world.

Tyson, out of the blue, suddenly demanded for food.

“Yes! Food!” Teresa went into the kitchen and slammed the door in Tyson, Rei, and Max's astounded faces. A tiny explosion was heard, and steam coming from under the door.

“I better go see what happened.” Tyson said.

Easier said than done!

He had to bang on the door for apparently a million years, and then he growled in frustration and did an all-on attack on the door, which knocked it down.

“You're paying for that, not me!” Teresa greeted him.

“Yeah, that's the thanks I get for worrying you had fried yourself.”

“Like a chicky!” Her face brightened when she remembered the objects of her fetish.

“What?” Tyson sweatdropped.

“Like Marisol's chicky that blew up!”

“Who's Marisol?”

“Oh yeah…” Teresa inhaled sharply, then, “MARISOL FEMATT COME HERE THIS SECOND AND SAY HI TO THE BOYS THAT ARRIVED!” Tyson, actually, everybody in the house had to cover their ears to not end up deaf.

“Yeah I'm coming.” Marisol slid down the stairs by means of sliding down the handrail (a/n sorries I'm not sure what the word is, I know it in Spanish but like that does any good) “What?” She asked impatiently, LOTR book still in hand.

“Say hi to them!” She beckoned to the boys. All her confidence gone and replaced by shyness when she spotted Max, she waved uncertainly and smiled a wry smile.

“This is Tyson, this is Rei, and Max.”

“I wonder where the Chief and Daichi are.” Tyson piped up.

“There's more?”

“Yep.”

“Well, Mr. Dickinson really dumped a burden over us this time.”

“Oh, don't forget Kai.” Max added. Then he shook his head and looked at Marisol.

“You know Mr. Dickinson?” Marisol and Teresa nodded.

“Then how come you do not know about beyblade?”

“What does that old man have to do with blakeblade or whatever?” Marisol retorted.

“One: It's beyblade. Two: Have more respect for the old man!” Tyson corrected. The pot calling the kettle black. (in other words, look who's talking XD)

“We know Mr. Dickinson because he came to our school. Some inspection thing. We helped him with it, the next summer he calls Ceci up and asks her if she could host Tala in her house just for that summer.” Marisol elbowed Teresa in the ribs and snickered.

“And Ceci dreams and dreams of Tala endlessly.” Marisol added, about to laugh.

“Who's talking about me?” My voice echoed to the computer room, which was next to the kitchen, the present position of the conversating teens. I jumped off the rail and saw everybody. Teresa sighed because she had to introduce me to all the BladeBreakers.

“Okay. This is Tyson, then Rei, then Max, and apparently Kai, Daichi and Kenny are boppin' around somewhere.” Marisol said before Teresa could cut in. (it is your word, isn't it, Marisol?)

“HELLO!” An alien voice greeted from the lobby. Another girl came in, with black hair, and quite tall.

“Hi Amanda.” Marisol and I greeted. Teresa just waved. In back of her, came in Tai. (Digimon…just so you won't steal Kai, Amanda!)

Finally, Kenny and Daichi appeared. It turned out they had been looking all over for the BladeBreakers- in the backyard!

Don't tell me you don't know where this is going. -;; I need a plot twist. sits dejectedly on chair and ponders endlessly

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