First MFB fanfic! Yay!

Dedicated to havarti2.

Disclaimer: I don't own Metal Fight Beyblade *sobs as she nosebleeds thinking about all of its boys and how they're so gonna fuck each other in my version*

Warning(s): Gingka, language, and OOC randomness.

Enjoy! (I know this is short but I'll be writing chapter two on my road trip, which I'm going on this afternoon. I'll be updating this fic and this fic only during my time in another state. I'll back on Sunday, so don't worry.)

Oh, and I apologize before hand: Stupid spell correct is making me say Ryoya instead of Kyoya, so if that happens occasionally please don't kill me! I can't write another chapter if you do!


"Kyoya." The green haired boy turned around to see Nile, holding a rather unwilling Gingka. "Unhand me!" Gingka screeched, waving his arms and legs in random directions in an attempt to escape. The attempt pretty much failed, but it was rather comical for those watching. "Yeah?" Kyoya chuckled, ignoring the death glare Gingka sent him. Nile cleared his throat and set Gingka down. Come to think of it, when had Nile gotten strong enough to lift his own weight? And since when was Gingka Nile's weight? That was when Kyoya noticed it. Gingka had a dripping nose, burning forehead, and look absolutely horrible.

More than usual, of course. (Kyoya's thoughts, not mine)

"He's sick?" Kyoya asked with a raised eyebrow, laughing again when Gingka profusely denied this but was interrupted by a powerful sneeze, which happened to send him tumbling into the bushes. Nile nodded his head and laughed a little. "Yes, and he keeps saying he isn't." The two-tone haired boy put his hands on his hips and shook his head. "He refuses to let me give him medicine." A cry of 'medicine is for sissies!' came from the bushes, but it was pretty much ignored.

"Take him to the doctor." Kyoya suggested, watching Gingka roll on the grass restlessly. Nile did something similar to a face palm. "He won't budge!" He exclaimed, pointing towards the currently tumbling and rolling spiky redhead, who sent them both a glare before resuming...Whatever he called that. Kyoya crossed his arms and sighed, trying to figure out a logical way to get Gingka to go to the doctor.

Gingka and Logic weren't exactly best friends forever. No, screw that, they were enemies.

Gingka hated logic with every fiber of his being, which was an unknown number to Kyoya, considering knowing the amount of fibers in someone else's being was rather useless, so he hadn't bothered to check. "I'm not going." Gingka huffed, crossing his arms and turning his back to them, similar to a 5 year old child, which was in fact similar to Gingka considering they acted the same way.

With the five year old being more mature, of course.

"Yes, you are." Nile insisted. Though this was off topic, Kyoya really wanted a sandwich right then. Hey! I told you it was off topic! Somehow, the aspect of sandwiches made him think of Tsubasa, though he couldn't imagine why. That guy was incredibly senseless, according to Gingka. But hey, coming from someone who has a brain the size of a pea, that's not saying much.

At the 'brain the size of a pea', Kyoya began giggling to himself.

Aw, damn it! The jig was up! Not a literally jig, though Lord almighty save them if Gingka began dancing. For your information, Gingka sucks at dancing. Anyway, back to the jig is up thingy. So Kyoya began giggling, and so Gingka get suspicious, so he stared at the green haired boy for about 5 seconds before continuing rolling. Did I mention Gingka has the attention span of a dead rat?

What's that you say? 'Idiot, it's dead, it has no attention!'? Exactly.

"Gingka, do you even know what you're sick with?" Kyoya asked with an annoyed sigh, growing tired of the red head's display of spinning on his cranium. The red head looked pissed as hell when Kyoya said that, but that wasn't rare in the slightest. Gingka would get pissed at one of those electronic billboards if it changed to another AD while he was reading the previous one.

"I'm not sick, damn it!" Gingka protested, now mumbling the lyrics to 'Party Rock Anthem', which was rather disturbing after the first minute or so. You know, when the guy starts saying things about dicks and stuff? WHAT?! Hell yeah he does that! "Gingka, stop singing that, and take this medicine." Nile approached the other red head cautiously, but Gingka's hyper sense was tingling and he bounded away.

Well, if going about 2 feet before dropping from pure exhaustion counts as 'bounding' away.

Oh, and this is slightly off topic, but Gingka had always reminded Kyoya of Winnie The Pooh's 'Tigger'. Damn, that 'tigger' or whatever he was called was bouncy! It was like a less annoying Gingka! All it did was bounce, sing, bounce, sing! It was Gingka's maternal twin! Man, if that thing was real, Kyoya could envision all of the horrible things that would befall this Earth.

For instance, Gingka and 'Tigger' would be constantly shattering glass due to their singing. Damn you Tigger!

"Tigger...!" Kyoya fumed, angry at the supposedly-tiger-related 'thingy' from Winnie The Pooh. Speaking of that, what the hell was a freakin' Pooh?! Couldn't they just say bear for Pete's sake?! But nooooo, fate doesn't give a rat's ass about Pete, so 'fuck his sake', said Fate. Nile gave Kyoya a confused look. "What's a Tigger?" He asked, slightly concerned as the last time this was mentioned, Gingka began singing something that involved that very word.

"Gingka's maternal twin." Kyoya answered nonchalantly, totally forgetting that wasn't really true. Well, it could be true! I mean, come on! The thing is freaking orange like Gingka, bounces like Gingka, probably eats like Gingka, and has wrecked God-knows how much stuff! So, boys and girls who shouldn't be reading this because it's T rated, don't you see? Gingka has a brother!

The thing was, his brother was forever stuck to a page. As was Gingka, at this current moment, as he was sneezing right onto the pages of a random book. "SHIT!" Kyoya and Nile jumped in fear at the random outburst. Gingka had apparently stepped on a beetle and was nursing his non-injured foot. He despised bug juices, bugs, or anything that started with the letter 'B'.


Later, Nile and Kyoya were sitting on the bench in the doctor's office. Gingka had decided to go as he'd taken a turn for the worst. Literally. He ran into a freakin' wall and broke his nose, the idiot. "I wonder if Gingka's going to be alright." Nile thought aloud, watching the door in which Gingka had gone through. Speaking of Tigger's maternal twin, here he was! Yay! Not.

"Hey." Kyoya mumbled, blue eyes following Gingka's every step. The red head promptly plopped his body down onto the floor, ignoring the doctor's protests. Nile raised an eyebrow curiously. "Aren't you going to sicker from laying on that cold floor?" Gingka scoffed offhandedly, putting his hands behind his head. "Nope." His two friends shrugged and waited for him to...I don't know, he was just laying there and being useless.

Finally, they were out of the office. Well, almost. Gingka had become attached to a piece of candy. Literally. His butt was stuck. A STUCK BUTT IS SERIOUS BUSINESS, PEOPLE! So, naturally, we brought out the big guns! No, we like, literally did. Kyoya was holding a big ass gun. "Alright Gingka, I'm gonna shoot you in the butt. I'm sorry, but a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do."

Gingka looked angry at this. "Why?!" He exclaimed, crossing his arms childishly. "BECAUSE YOUR BUTT IS FUCKING STUCK!" Kyoya shouted. If exasperation had a name, it would be Kyoya. The green haired boy was getting tired of Gingka's annoying attitude. He just might shoot more than his butt if he kept this up. "Just know that I've always loved you, Kyoya." Gingka announced dramatically, throwing his arms up in the air.

"Your feelings are not mutual."

Cue the record scratch.

"Just shoot my butt."

Alright, so it turns out that didn't work. So, we called in the other big guns! AKA, another big ass gun! This time, Nile had one as well. So, we weren't able to obtain the exact footage, though we did get the audio! Here it is:

"MY BUTT FUCKING HURTS!"

"I KNOW YOU IDIOT! I'M TRYING TO SPARE YOU THE PAIN!"

"WELL HURRY IT UP, MY BUTT CAN'T WAIT ALL DAY!"

"Nile, why are you laughing?"

"B-Because, you keep saying the word-"

"Butt?!"

"Gahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!"

"My butt hurrrrrttttsss."

"Gingka, shut up and sit still."

Eventually, the big ass gun tactic work. It took a hell of a lot of fire ammo, and let me tell you ladies and gentlemen, that was one stuck butt.

"Gingka. The hell are you doing?" The red head was now, well, wiggling his 'caboose' in the air. It wasn't a very pretty sight, so naturally, Nile and Kyoya felt compelled to point this out and politely ask Gingka to stop. Gingka, however, ignored their pleas. His butt was asleep and needed to be awoken. And if anyone dared played the 'Wiggle' song, they were going to hear from the FBI. And yes, all three of them work for the FBI. Jealous?

"Hey Gingka, the doctor's here." Gingka paused in his 'tailfeather shaking' and turned around to see an evil looking doctor. He did look evil. More evil than that owl that constantly rotated his head in a disturbing way from that Majora's Mask video game. Damn that thing was freakish! "Alright honey," The doctor cooed, stepping suspiciously closer.

"STRANGER DANGER!" Gingka squealed, hiding behind Kyoya, who quickly kicked him back out. Like hell was he dealing with some pyschotic doctor. "It's just a needle." The dcotor said with a obviously fake smile. It was so fake, it made Kim Kardashian's ass look 100% legit. "THINK AGAIN DOCTOR DERANGED, I DON'T DO NEEDLES!*" Gingka yelled before literally tackling the doctor and crushing the needle.

Welp, if that was expensive, then for Pete's sake, cut the redhead some slack because he already has a huge stack of debt.

Oh wait. Fuck Pete, remember? So, fuck Pete and his sake.

All in all, it was a useless day. And it still wasn't over. It was only like, 8:30 in the morning. Oh boy.


Poor Gingka. Poor Gingka's butt.

*If anyone can guess where this is from, I'll give you a huge cookie.