Disclaimer: I don't own Metal fight Beyblade, because if I did ... oh the horror. Plus, there'd be a season for all the bad guys.

Summery: A collection of one-shots following the awesomeness that is Jack and Damian's bro-hood.

Chapter 1

Written in gold

"Why!!?" Why did you!!!? After I told you not to!!!" Damian screamed at the older pinknette teenager in front of him. He held up the used to be white cape to shove the damage he had done in his face. It now had an intricate floral design that only Jack could've possibly put together.

"Sorry Damian, I tried, but I just couldn't help myself. I had to paint something, and the walls are occupied." Jack explained frantically, gesturing around the living room in which they stood. Damian groaned in anger, turning to leave.

"Leave me alone. I really want nothing to do with you right now." Damian huffed, before disappearing behind a corner. Jack let out a lonely and defeated sigh, bowing his head. Why not take a walk to feel better.

He found himself standing in a small and empty community garden near he and Damian's two story home. He gazed up at the sky, which shined a beautiful cerulean. The sun's glow had sent pink and silver streaks through the soft sugar white of the slowly drifting clouds. It was nothing short of breathtaking. It sent a wave of inspiration through Jack's saddened mind. Inspiration. That was the last thing he needed, it did just get him in trouble with his best friend after all. Even still, he had to paint. He had to create. He was just about to head back home to retrieve his art supplies when he heard a loud roar. He gazed up at the sky to see a bright red fiery dragon spirit in the distance. Perfect. Who better to create a piece with than Ryuga? The dragon emperor. Jack didn't really need to win against him, he just really needed to express all those creative thoughts brimming his brain. So he raced off toward the fiery dragon, plagued with inspiration.

Ryuga gave a harsh glare to the teen in front of him.

"You really think I'm gonna waist my time on you?" He growled, clearly appalled at Jack's request to battle.

"No. But if you're a real blader, you won't back down." Jack retorted sharply, getting into a launch position.

"Who are you to say what makes a real blader?" Ryuga hissed.

"Don't you worry. Once I defeat you, you'll no the difference between real and fake power." Jack snickered, arching his eyebrows.

"I'll put you in your place." Ryuga promised violently, narrowing his golden eyes and taking aim.

Three

Two

One

LET IT RIP

They were battling in a small building complex, that's where Jack had found Ryuga. The two clashed head on. One full of rage while the other was covered in passion. Evil Befall attacked furiously with its jagged wings, making swirls in the base of the small stadium. Jack wasn't as excited as usual because of the fight with Damian, so he judged the lines he carved in the stadium quietly. Ryuga of course, saw Befall's attacks as the most pathetic piece of trash on the face of the earth. Jack sighed quietly as

Befall made its final swirl in the stadium. The image was that of a fancy mystic cloud. It was a truly lovely picture.

"Heh. I've had enough of this scribbling nonsense." Ryuga scoffed, arrogantly placing a hand on his hip.

"L Drago!" He exclaimed, throwing his hand out. L Drago began spinning at a swift pace, a fiery ora glistening around its fusion wheel. It continued to spin until a burst of flames shot from its spin track. The darting flames hit everything, Befall, Jack, the ceiling, everything. The complex began to collapse and Befall was knocked from the stadium.

"That is the difference between those with real power, and those with fake power." Ryuga huffed, taking L Drago and exiting the falling building. Jack chased after him to escape with Befall, but fell himself when a large piece of debris crushed his leg.

Damian lounged on his bed. His anger had gone down. In fact, he felt a little sorry for going off at the artist. He himself new that containing your emotions with the arrangements hold was difficult. He had the problem too, but that's not what he was most worried about. He was quite aware of Jack's decision to take a walk, and was rather confused as to why he hadn't returned. It had been a full hour. Was he really that upset with him? Did he get hurt? Damian didn't care, he was going to go look for him. He pulled on a black leather jacket in place of his cape, and hurried out the door.

Jack sure was in a bind. Though he only had himself to blame for his current situation, but how was he to know that Ryuga had a move which could destroy a building. Oh wait; he's Ryuga, expect the unexpected. So there he lie on his stomach , bound to the floor by building debris, with a bleating wound on his head. He honestly wasn't sure how long he could stay awake, but he didn't wanna die. He tried to stay awake, but black began to blur his vision. He dropped his head to the hot concrete. He felt unconsciousness tug at his brain, before he felt a cloth being pressed against the wound on his head. He felt himself being pulled up and leaned against a small body. Through his foggy sight, he could see blue hair as he was sluggishly being half dragged across the pavement.

"Damian, what-are-ya-do'n-here?" Jack queried. His words were incredibly slurred, but somewhat audible.

"Saving your life." Damian stated. He continued to try to keep Jack talking. If he was talking then he was awake, and if he was awake than he was alive. He kept him talking; though he couldn't understand his soft and hazed voice, he tried. Moving Jack was even more difficult. Each step was slow and agonizing, and Jack was like an extra forty pounds. Luckily, someone had called the ambulance upon seeing him.

Jack slightly opened his bright green eyes. He glanced around the plane pale hospital room he was in.he sat up, meeting Damian's large gray eyes. The small boy bluenette teen sat comfortably at the edge of the hospital bed.

"Damian?" Jack questioned.

"Hi Jack." Damian greeted meekly. Jack paused for a little while, trying to evoke the escapades of earlier.

"Are you still mad?" Jack queried exhaustedly.

"Would I save you if I were still mad?" Damian spat. Jack didn't look convinced.

"Hhhhh. I'm sorry, I guess, about earlier." Damian moaned apologetically, scratching the back of his head.

"You are?" Jack gasped.

"Mhmm." Damian nodded.

"Well in that case, I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to ruin your cape. I'll make an apology written and gold to convince you." Jack said.

"You don't have to do that." Damian chuckled, "Wanna get some ice cream?"

"How?" Jack asked.

"A sneak out." Damian answered with a smirk. A grin spread across Jack's face.

All right. So there it was.

Did it warm your heart? That was the goal.

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