Okay, y'all. Went strollin' down Memory Lane tonight, and I found one of my old Beyblade scripts. Lo and behold, I have decided to turn it into a fanfic, just 'cause it made me laugh. The first chapter might extend beyond the original text, so most of this will be improvised. Keep in mind that this is inspired by my very young, very stupid self of the past. That said, enjoy. XD
"Brr," Benkei shivered. "Why's it have to be so cold?"
The snow crunched beneath their shoes as Gingka, Kenta, Madoka, Benkei, and Kyoya trudged down the street, wrapped cozily in their winter attire. Kyoya, of course, wasn't wearing anything special becuase... well... he's Kyoya.
"It's not so bad," Kenta smiled. "The snow is so much fun!"
"Oh, yeah?" Gingka scooped up a handful of snow, packing it into a tight ball. He threw it Kenta, hitting him smack in the back.
"Hey!" The boy tossed a few snowballs of his own and, before long, the two were engaged in an epic snow battle.
"You can't get me!" Gingka taunted.
"You wanna bet?!"
The red-head hid behind Madoka. Kenta's next snowball found, not Gingka, but his unfortunate barricade.
"Oops..." Kenta stopped. "Sorry about that..."
Madoka turned to face him angrily. Slowly, she bent down, picked up some snow, and carefully packed it into a ball. Lifting her arm, she aimed right at Kenta. The boy winced, waiting for the wrath of the mechanic to come upon him.
Suddenly, Madoka turned, throwing the ball right at Gingka.
"Ah!" he screamed, scrambling backwards. "Hey, no fair! I wasn't ready!"
The fight continued, this time with Madoka in the mix. Snow whirred around, just barely missing the agitated bystanders.
At last, a stray snowball hit Benkei in the head. He turned to the others, furious. "Stop it already!"
"Fine, fine," Gingka consented, barely out of breath. He already had a snowball in his hand, so he plopped it on Kenta's head before moving along.
Everything was quiet, but only for a moment. A snowball flew threw the air, hitting Benkei once again. He turned to Gingka. "I said to stop it!"
"Hey!" Gingka threw up his hands in defense. "It wasn't us!"
"Who was it, then?!"
In answer, two more snowballs came out of nowhere, hitting Gingka and Kenta.
"Huh?" They all turned their gazes towards the source of the attack-a large snowdrift several feet away. Above the snow sat three Santa hats with three pairs of eyes below. They disappeared, ducking down beneath the snow.
Gingka crawled over to the drift, leaned up against it, and made a big, large, Gingka attack-sized snowball. He dropped it on the unsuspecting heads behind the drift.
"Hey!" three voices cried. Takashi, Osamu, and Akira leaped to their feet. Gingka scrambled away, but the three pursued. At last, they caught their screaming quarry, and tossed him into a big pile of snow. They buried him.
"Not a good idea..." Gingka reflected from within his white capsule.
"You guys," Kenta laughed as his three friends joined the group.
Madoka shook her head. "I should have known it was you three."
"Ha!" laughed Osamu.
"Ha-ha!" added Akira.
"Ha-ha-ha!" joined Takashi.
"We couldn't just let you guys pass by," Osamu explained.
"That's right!" Takashi chimed in. "We had to do something."
"That seemed like the best option." Akira shrugged.
"Well," Benkei grumbled, "you're gonna pay for that!"
"Oh, lighten up, Benkei," Madoka scolded.
"Hmph." Benkei folded his arms.
"I'm okay!" Gingka called out, still buried. "Um, can someone get me out of here?"
Kenta rushed over to help his friend. "Haha. Okay." He began to pull on the captive's legs. With a little assistance from Benkei and Madoka, the boy was freed. The party re-formed on the sidewalk.
"So," Akira asked, "what are you guys doing anyway?"
"Just walking," Gingka answered, shivering. "You know, they should make snow that's not cold."
"Um," Madoka explained, "they do, but it's not exactly real, and it's more expensive."
"So? The government takes enough money to buy a bunch."
"Well, this stuff kinda fell by itself, so we're just gonna have to deal with it," she said.
"Let's keep walking," Benkei suggested, stamping his cold feet on the ground. "No use hangin' around here."
They continued on their way, the three newcomers in tow.
"So," Takashi began, "what do you guys want for Christmas?"
"Hikaru!" Kenta cried.
"Whoa. Okay..."
"Confessions have been made here today," Gingka said dramatically.
"No," Kenta sighed, "look! Hikaru!" He pointed across the street and, sure enough, there stood Hikaru.
"Wow," Gingka mused. "Way to save Santa a trip. Hey, Hikaru!" He called to her in a very... Gingka-ish way, waving his arms wildly, shouting at the top of his lungs, and all that.
"Oh, no," she moaned to herself.
"Gingka," Madoka muttered.
"Come join us! Over here!"
She did not come join them. In fact, she began walking away.
"Hey!" Gingka didn't exactly get the message. "What are you doing?! Were right over here! Come here!" He turned to the others. "Maybe she can't hear me." He cupped his hands around his mouth. "HELLOOO! OVER HEEERE!"
"Gingka," Kyoya snapped, "cut it out!"
"Don't invite her over here!" Takashi pleaded.
"Yeah," Osamu added. "She freaks me out."
"COME ON!"
Finally, Hikaru face-palmed, then strode over to where the group stood. "What?" she demanded.
"You should come walk with us!" Gingka grinned, completely oblivious to her annoyance.
"Why?"
"I dunno. Why not?"
". . . Fine."
"Yay!"
They walked on in silence, some of them mad, some of them freaked-out, and some of them just too stupid to start a good conversation.
"So," Kenta began at last, "what are we gonna do this Christmas?"
The "we" in question looked at him. "Huh?" they asked in unison.
"Well, I thought maybe we could all do something together."
Everyone was quiet for a moment, but, at last, Gingka spoke up. "Sure! I don't have any other plans. It'll be awesome! What do you guys say?"
"Yeah!" Takashi, Osamu, and Akira cheered.
"Well, I guess it'd be pretty fun," Madoka agreed. "Sure!"
"Yeah!" Benkei said. "What about you, Kyoya?"
"Hmph," Kyoya grunted.
"Oh, c'mon, Kyoya pal!"
Just then, Gingka got himself a little idea. "You can come too, Hikaru." He winked at the unappreciative Kyoya, who turned away, crossing his arms.
Hikaru shrugged. "I guess. Sure."
Kyoya sighed. "Fine," he mumbled. "I'll go."
His attempts to hide his reasons for going did not convince Gingka, and the ginger giggled like a school girl.
"Oh!" Akira called out suddenly. "We can have an awesome bey battle!"
"And stay up really late!" Osamu chimed in.
"And eat a whole bunch of food!" It is entirely unnecessary to state that these were the words of Benkei, but it shall be stated anyway. Benkei said this.
"Yes!" Gingka agreed excitedly. "And at midnight, we can all get a bunch of pots and pans and stuff and say 'Happy New Year!'"
Madoka looked at him, bewildered. "What?"
"Exactly!" he beamed, thrilled at the idea. "Everyone will be super confused!"
If there is such thing as a mental face-palm, it was taking place in Madoka's head. "Okay, then..."
"And then," Kenta continued, "we can each bring a present, and do some sort of gift exchange!"
"Yeah," Osamu said, "like a White Elephant!"
"Gee," Gingka muttered. "Not much of a surprise anymore..."
"No, no, Gingka," Madoka corrected him. "A White Elephant is a gift exchange where everyone brings something funny."
"Oh, okay. Sounds awesome! So, when is this gonna be?"
"Christmas Eve!" Benkei cried.
"Yeah!" the others cheered, excepting Kyoya and Hikaru, of course. Everyone knows it's not cool to cheer.
Takashi brought up a new predicament: "How are we gonna get the food?"
The answer was given as all eyes fell on Madoka.
"What? I can't do everything," she sighed.
"We know, Madoka," Gingka assured her. "You can just do most of it. We'll each bring something, and you can make the main course: burgers!"
"Really? Burgers again?" she groaned.
"Please?" he begged.
"Okay."
"Yes!" Before anyone could stop him, he had broken into song. Don't ask what the tune was, because no one quite knows. "Madoka is the best. Madoka is the best."
"Okay, okay," she said. "That's enough."
"Madoka is the very, very best. She's better than all the rest."
"You can really stop now," she mumbled.
"She's the best. Madoka's the best."
"Okay, cut it out!" she said, much louder.
"She is the best. She passed the test. She's the best, best, best!"
"The best what?" Takashi asked, eyebrows raised.
For once, Gingka didn't have anything to say.
"Haha," Takashi chuckled victoriously.
"Thank you," Madoka sighed.
"Burger maker!"
"Huh?" Madoka started.
"You're the best burger maker!"
"Oh, no..."
The song continued, much to Madoka's annoyance. "Madoka's the best burger maker-"
"Seriously," Kyoya stopped him harshly. "Cut it out."
He stopped singing, turning to Kyoya. "But it's true!"
"I know," Benkei grumbled, "but you don't need to sing about it!"
"I think Christmas does that to you," Takashi observed.
"Totally!" Osamu agreed.
"It's like you become possessed!" Akira cried, wrapping his arms around Kenta's head, making the best zombie face he possibly could. The guys, except Benkei and Kyoya-they're much too mature-laughed. To Akira's pleasure, Madoka giggled. Kenta pushed him away, and the boy stumbled back to his spot by Takashi and Osamu. "I got a giggle," he whispered to his two friends. "All Gingka got was an annoyed."
"Haha," Takashi half-chuckled under his breath.
"Whatever," Osamu muttered. Although they would never let her know, the boys had formed a small rivalry over Madoka, Gingka being their common enemy.
"At least we probably don't have to worry about him anymore..." Takashi noted, tipping his head toward Gingka.
"What are you boys whispering about?" Madoka inquired.
"Uh," the trio stuttered, "n-nothing!"
Gingka came up behind them, poking his head into their little bubble. "I know what they're talking about!"
"You do?!" they squealed.
"Of course," Gingka smiled, throwing his arms into the air. "The Purple Elephant thingy!"
"Um," Madoka corrected, "it's actually 'White Elephant.'"
They sighed in relief. At least their competition was completely brainless. "Uh... Yeah. Totally. Hehe."
Aaand my script stops at a perfect spot. I may or may not continue this... depending on the response, and my random inspiration. Thanks for reading!
God bless!
-LittleBrotherSocket