Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Does anyone know beyblade?! ❯ Chapter 6

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

.Chapter 6.

I hung up the phone and kicked the table in anger.

`Investigate…my ass!' I strolled around the house pointlessly. “I'm not going to freakin' ask him about his personal life, not even about his stupid triangle tattoos!” I heard breathing behind me. I froze in my spot. I just knew it was Kai. Luckily, the doorbell rang.

“It's my parents!” I called out. I rushed to get the door. “Go call everybody inside! Inspection time!” I told Kai. The doorbell kept ringing. “I'm coming!” I called and opened the door wide. Seven adults instantly came in. “Oh great.” I muttered.

“What was that, Ceci?” My mom asked.

“Oh, hey! Cool everybody's here!” I `repeated.' “The entire damn herd.” I muttered again.

“Huh, Ceci?” My mom asked again, suspiciously.

“All the better!” I `repeated' merrily.

“Come inside. We're okay, there's no trouble here. We have enough money, food…”

“Transportation?” Teresa's mom interrupted.

“Bus” I answered promptly. `Why did you tell them they could check on us, Mr. Dickenson?” I almost growled at the thought. The adults looked around the house, inspecting every inch with a clinical eye. Marisol's mother and father went towards the back door.

//outside//

“Yeah! Like that! Perfect!” Max screamed excitedly as he saw Mariso'ls `blade fiercely attacking his. Then her beyblade began to drift away.

“No, not there!” Max to infuriate Marisol and make her come back to battle, began his attack, Heavy Viper Wall. A great tower of water, a hurricane, sped towards Marisol at an incredible speed. She gasped.

“It's so big!” She declared, above the roar of the wind and water gushing. Then her `blade began to dodge Max's onset run-ons towards her. Max was certainly acting weird, his style is defense!

“Come on, attack me!” Max taunted Marisol increasing the power of his towering attack. She bit her lower lip and followed the movements of her beyblade with her eyes, even though it was increasing in speed. “Come on, come on, I'm getting old here…” Marisol ignored Max's good-natured mocking, for he was just trying to get her to attack.

“It's not fair! You've got a bit-beast, that's why you are more powerful!” Marisol protested fervently. Max's smile disappeared, because Marisol had lost all concentration on her `blade, and it stopped spinning.

“Aw. Not fair.” She picked up her `blade and sat down next to the door, thinking how stupid it all was and why she had to learn that anyways.

Max feeling slightly guilty for Mariso'ls loss of interest in the game, sat down next to her.

“Hey, you made great improvement in you game. You could do awesome offense. But I didn't master my beyblade skills right the next day. And some people may take more or less time.” He said shyly, slightly wincing because he expected her to scream back at him. But, no, instead she acted all grown-up.

“You're right,” She begun, “maybe you c-” The bell rang once again.

“It's Shali!” Max exclaimed and jumped up and was about to run to the door, when Marisol stuck her foot out to tripo the blonde, which he did, and came falling down on her just when Marisol's fathehr and Mother opened the abcyard door and saw the secene before them. jEgihte hardworking teens playing with weird spinning tops, and two frisky teens- Wait a second! They wera blonde boy and their daughter!

“Marisol! What are you doing!? We heard some very nasty noises, then it got quiet, and now your moaning you head off!”

“From PAIN, mom!” Marisol answered. Then she shireked, because all the time, Max had had his hands in a place they were not supposed to be.

Yes. You guessed it. Marisol's parents' eyes widened so much it seemed they were going to fall right on the floor any second. And Marisol's legs were wide open. I suddenly came outside to see Marisol's dad holding poor innocent Max held by the ear, with him pleading for mercy and swearing innocence, while her father, with broken enlgish, scolded the whining boy. I turend red as a bet and screamed for Kaij, because I had clearly told him to chall everyone inside.

But no! The friggin' bastard had to go about his own damn way, believeing he was the kind! Why such a superiority complex behavior!? No idea, but he was going to die.

Obviously, King Sourpuss, as I learned Tyson liked to call him, budged no.

Little did I know he was standing on the roof, typically watching with his everlasting countenance, arms crossed. My mother, sensibly deducing the situation, shooed Shali and the other girls outside and closed the door until `the storm' dissipated.

The other people, both `bladers and non-bladers, watched the scene with incredible interest, kind of like the one TV has upon the world.

“Snap out of it!” I hissed to them and signaled them to go inside and try to save the inspection.

You see, right after Kenny left the BBA building, Mr. Dickinson phoned my parents, and he explained to them- only what they needed to know. Six boys were coming to town but seriously needed adaptation, if we could nicely help them. All expenses paid by the BBA, and they could inspect Monday. We only had 21 hours, (even less because we needed sleep) to pack, shove in furniture, decorate our room and learn a tiny bit about our guests. The thing, mission, whatever, never really made sense to our parents- but hey! All expenses paid for getting rid of your kids! A once-in-a-lifetime deal. It didn't make sense to us either, but getting away from our parents for undefined time, everything paid- and six boys!

Surely if we made a bad impression, `heaven', so to speak would be taken away, and Marisol and Max had done a pretty good job of vanquishing all our opportunities.

That forgotten, Amanda toured adults around the house. Even though she had to quickly close the door when she saw Tai was still dozing his head off, sprawled on the bed with only his boxers on, and snoring loudly, with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth onto the pillow.

“That's my c-cousin, Tai. Don't mind him.” She explained, hiding her embarrassed face. Fortunately that went well. //sarcasm//

Then came the meal. That was ok too, if okay means Daichi speaking about how he bathed naked on the river, with all his village watching, and then how while he was bathing, he got attacked by piranhas and had to `save the family jewels'.