Author's Note: Hey, well this is a stab in another direction for me. You'll notice that the style is very different and that's because it's pretty much because I've got more confident in writing and personally I am a highly sarcastic person in real life so they've blended to create this.

Anyway, I know Bryan/Mariam is a rather odd pairing but I don't know. Nothing ventured nothing gained. I've actually not planned this one... so, if you see any plots inform me please.

Warnings: Violence, sexual themes, slander (accussed of rape), vulgar language, and a death threat in the first sentence ;) Oh and an extremely annoying OC who actually has a point in this story. (Vague idea really). She's hopefully not a Mary-Sue... even with the extremely desperate and whiny personality. At least she has a personality...


Chapter One


'I'm going to kill them.'

Sure, they were paying for the meals - they'd paid for his clothes, even booked the damn table. But, oh, even still how Bryan wanted to turn into a deranged barbarian and cause some major pain to those sadistic fools.

'Why'd I have to agree to this of all things?' Bryan's jaw tightened, all he kept thinking about was whether or not he should sell his soul to the Devil so this extremist would choke on the soup - or possibly swallow one of those sharp utensils it was using and shut up.

Pity neither of them happened and Bryan underwent another mind-numbing half-an-hour of this things' ramblings. Something about - Bryan mentally scolded himself, he shouldn't even bother to think about what the thing was saying... It was useless information and would probably give him a headache if he even tried to think logically about the problems of a maniac.

An hour had past and it appeared that this particular moron had begun to repeat itself. Bryan rolled his eyes and sighed to himself, why oh why had he even chose to do this - was it even worth it?

Not now... Not after his head was filled with random names in which this dunce had spouted, talked about things Bryan just did not want or need to know. It wasn't exactly fair: two hells to pick from. Bryan just hadn't thought that going on a date with a fan girl would be so bad.

Boy, was he regretting it.

Bryan's attention had wavered from the start but he had to try to be indifferent, after all Bryan wasn't meant to show how truly bored he was, he wasn't meant to show any emotion whatsoever. Apparently boredom got the better of him as he sighed again. However this time he happened to be questioned on it...What else was he meant to do?

"Nothing." Needless to say the fact that Bryan had acknowledged her made the fangirl squeal with glee and Bryan was once again in the clearing. Now to go back to praying, and hoping an asteroid would fall from space and crush the darn brat.

Time was not going as quickly as he had liked, the girl seemed to be abstaining from eating... She hadn't really touched her food then again she'd been talking the entire night. Bryan wondered if the other hell was still opened.

A date with a fangirl or... Bryan shivered at the thought, he'd have to go to a nightclub. Now usually at Bryan's age that wouldn't have been a problem however, Bryan couldn't dance. So it was either this or an extremely embarrassing night seeing as Tala had threatened to bring recording equipment. So he had no choice to agree to this torture. If the girl wasn't going to shut up soon he would have to refrain from going near anything with a sharp edge, just in case he went psychotic and hurt the dear.

Or himself.

"You really do owe me, you know?" Bryan blinked and looked straight at his date – what had that fiend just conjured from it's mouth? A small twitch of the eyebrow. Surely not what Bryan believed she had said, surely not...she wasn't high was she? It wouldn't be a major surprise ever since Bryan had agreed that he'd experimented once or twice it seemed his fans were all drug-addicts. So next week he'd have another interview in which he would state in neon-writing and gladly spell it out to all his fans: 'People can do drugs if they want but if they do I will not touch them, even if I were armed with a totem pole.'

"What?" Bryan began to feel as if this terrible 'date', if that's what it could be classed as, was going to get even worse - if that was humanly possible. The girl seemed to be playing with her food, chopping up the stake and then moving it around just to cut it even smaller.

"Well, I mean without us – your fans – you wouldn't be anyone." Wow, such a bold statement from one who probably was a relative of the fungi that Ian grew in his room. Bryan sat back in his chair and folded his arms, a frown now upon his face.

The fan still didn't seem to understand what she had said to suddenly make Bryan glare at her. "I don't owe you anything." Bryan had been told to do this 'date' rubbish, however it didn't mean he had to sit through hours of self-seeking talk. If Bryan owed anyone in this world it certainly wasn't his fans. He could thank himself or even possibly, one of the other Demolition boys...but someone he'd never met?

She must have been stoned or damn well mentally unstable.

"But you do – I mean I have everything of yours," the girl seemed to pause as if realising that the sentence she had spoke was in fact quite unsettling, yet she carried on, "Like I totally believe you should come with me on holiday, my mother and father would be so happy!"

"I don't owe you anything," Bryan had clenched his fists, feeling enraged by how self-absorbed this so-called fan truly was. "I have no idea who you are," The fan sat silently and watched as her love lose all composure. "You are insignificant to me." Bryan was surprised he hadn't started foaming at the mouth, he was just that angry.

"You owe me for sitting through an hour of utter bullshit!" It appeared that the others in the restaurant believed that the events at said table were more entertaining than whatever they had been discussing. "I didn't ask for fans, I don't owe anyone anything." Bryan had managed to find some hidden away willpower to yell to cause some added embarrassment towards the fan. Strangely it hadn't been sucked away by the hours of gossip from the bitch that sat opposite: damn his soul probably hadn't been that lucky.

"Ha! My friends said that you're always like this, but on the inside--" Bryan really wished he'd brought Falborg, he'd at least be able to have some aiming practise. Hopefully the damn thing would have hit, right between the eyes. Falborg would be praised endlessly for such a deed.

"Look, you stupid girl." Bryan was glad that people were looking, probably trying to look down upon him. Not as if he minded. Although it at least made it so much easier to avoid another date if this got out. "I'm not some misunderstood blader, " The fan seemed to be losing all motivation to stay happy and cheerful, which was great. "I hate people – I hate you – I am a cruel bastard. I'm nothing else." Bryan could at last see a piece of humanity in there. A minuscule piece but a genuine one nonetheless as the fans' eyes filled up. "I won't get married to you or your little friends," Which was an odd way of thinking, Bryan suddenly realised, "and if I did I'd kill myself at the alter."

"You're so..." Bryan sighed at the pause in the girls' words, she would hopefully go on and on about how she hated him. Then at least he'd never have to go through something like that again. Ever. "You're such a bastard!" Ouch. That was a bit of a let-down.

"Thanks. You understand now at least." Bryan clapped his hands slowly until the girl grabbed her stuff and darted out the place, wailing like a banshee out for a kill. Bryan looked around the place, everyone seemed to be a little... pissed with him.

"Get back to your meals or you'll soon be eating through straws..." With that Bryan walked out at his leisure after he finished his meal, and couldn't help but chuckle when he thought about the stupid girl saying that she owed him. Get real – he didn't owe anyone because he never needed anyone.


As soon as he closed the door, a call from the living room was heard, "So how was the date?" Ah, Tala, dear Tala, the bastard that had made his Sunday so completely crap. Of course, Bryan being Bryan would never admit to doing anything wrong on his own behalf. It was not his fault he had lost a bet. It was not his fault that he had bet on a two-hundred to one horse. Damn straight it wasn't his fault.

"Terrible until near the end when she had tears streaming down her face screaming at how much she hated me." Well, oddly enough she didn't exactly say that she hated him. Usually when one humiliated and tore any hidden-fantasy from them, they would, in general, call them more than a 'bastard'.

"You made a girl cry?" Tala smirked, now there was a new low for the Demolition Boys: pity the only one who had even the slightest bit of sympathy was Hiwatari and he wasn't even here. It was either because he felt sorry for the starving animals which lived on the streets or he had some twisted fetish... which Tala wouldn't mind revealing to some animal right activist.

"Fangirl's aren't human." Bryan shot back as he wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. All that yelling does hurt ones throat. Thankfully he wasn't too dehydrated, seeing as he hadn't foamed at the mouth. Yet.

There was a strange thudding noise coming from downstairs and Bryan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow to. It sounded like a cross between a beyblade being hit against the wall and a very badly rehearsed jig. "That weird beyblading team is downstairs." Spencer pitched in.

"Weird beyblading team?" Bryan arched his back and clicked a few bones into place before opening the large bottle and taking a few gulps. He sighed when he never got an instant reply and went over to hit Tala on the back of the head for not responding to his question. He just sat there smirking...

He was stopped by the blonde as he gave him his answer."The one that tried to steal Granger's and the other bit beasts to shove them in that stone..." Bryan nodded his head trying to remember the team name, once he remembered that he could try to remember who was in it. Maybe one of them could provide some entertainment for a while?

"The Shields or something?" Bryan sat down and put his feet up on the small coffee table which was currently stacked high with old paper-bowls, scattered around there were plastic forks and knifes. They weren't into cleaning, just to avoid cleaning the dishes they had bought the plastic cutlery and bowls. Though now they had a new problem. They have to chuck those things out, and there were a lot of them scattered around the house. Too right they weren't doing something like that.

"Saint Shields." Tala corrected as he got up from the smaller couch – he needed to go see if the leader board was up yet. A local beyblading tournament, they'd easily win it, but a win was a win. Bryan raised an eyebrow at Tala as he slacked his tie he'd been forced to wear.

"How do you know?" The tie was then cast aside and he took off the smart suit he was wearing. He hated them, it made him look like one of the jackasses from those high-end magazines – not as if he wasn't a jackass – but at least he admitted it unlike those... Stuck-up morons, now to go put on some proper clothes.

"I know everything," Tala called back and he left the small apartment. He had simply waited to see how the day with the fangirl went, obviously Bryan hadn't enjoyed it and so Tala was pretty content with that. Annoying Bryan was certainly a good way to keep everyone on their toes.

Bryan sighed as he heard the door slam shut , "Great, Tala thinks he's omnipotent." He heard Spencer snort in amusement. Now that, that date was over – Bryan needed some entertainment before he did something stupid, again.


So maybe leaving the safety of his apartment wasn't the greatest idea in the world. Especially when one had pissed off an extremely obsessive fangirl just a few hours ago. Bryan really did need some new brain cells, they must have went kamikaze when that thing had opened it's mouth.

"You have to apologise to me!" Bryan raised his eyebrows in surprise, yet that's all he did and that made the little fan even more crazy – what, was that possible? She continued to complain and tell Bryan that he just had to apologise to her. Yeah, because that was going to happen maybe when Hell froze over...No, not even then.

Apparently walking away from an obsessive fangirl is an even deadlier thing to do, as Bryan learned a few seconds later. "Will you shut up and stop following me...?" Bryan didn't quite know how long this Victoria had been following him for, yelling and whining to everyone in earshot, but he was getting quite pissed.

"Say you're sorry." Bryan groaned and rubbed his head as Victoria continued to rant and rave about she was a sophisticated young lady who should be – and that's when Bryan decided that ignoring her completely would be a good idea.

Of course his pain was being watched by a certain two members of another beyblading team. "That's Bryan from the Demolition Boys?" Mariam looked around, it seemed as if he was out himself: then again no wonder, it looked as if he were going to murder the next person to flicker an eyelash at him.

"Oh yeah, seems he has girl troubles..." Joseph chuckled to himself, in his opinion he didn't get why everyone loved the psycho but seeing him so infuriated was more amusing that watching his sister shoot Ozuma down. Again and again.

"Bryan – he's a good beyblader, right?" Joseph nodded though he was a little considered with what his sister could be thinking. She wasn't that strong and he was sure that Bryan was a much more experienced beyblader than she was, "Might as well test out my new blade."

"Mariam, don't!" Of course by the time Joseph had processed what was going on Mariam had sprinted off in the direction of a very, dangerous and fuming Bryan. Someone was going to get hurt and so Joseph decided to be the more wiser of the twins... and stayed where he was.

Mariam had managed to attract no attention towards herself as she approached. Hey, this way she could listen in – hearing a Demolition Boy with girl problems, priceless. "If you don't say sorry--" Mariam raised her eyebrow and wondered what the girl could say, to be honest she didn't look too bright.

"You'll do what?" Bryan egged her on, and Mariam was about to infuriate Bryan more so then at least he would beyblade her. He'd be good practise for the upcoming tournament. Nothing major but they hadn't had much practice since getting here.

"I'll..." The girl stammered on, "I'll tell everyone that you raped me!" So much for being a sophisticated lady. Bryan didn't believe that he could become angrier than what he was feeling but...that was more than low. That was disgusting.

Mariam blinked as the smirk on her face fell – what the hell did she just say? "But I haven't even touched you." She looked over at Bryan and saw that he too looked as if he were about to throw up and not only that but he looked worried. However Victoria seemed to act smug as if it were the greatest idea in the world.

"Still – the public doesn't know that." She smiled happily, okay she didn't want to do this: but Bryan had humiliated her in front of so many people and of course hurt her deeply... She had to do something to get him back.

Bryan was suddenly aware at the person standing nearby him, "You know I hate you and I don't even know your name." Mariam sighed. She hated women like this, she hated women that were just so low, had they no honour? Then again most of the space in their head was used up for vanity and some delusions. For example, having a Demolition Boy fall in love with you, yeah, not going to happen! Mariam mentally hissed.

"Who are you?" The girl turned to give a glare at Mariam and all the blader could do was sigh. Where were the brainy people nowadays: divine-being help them all if they were extinct. Bryan was a little relieved that someone else had came out of nowhere to tell this stupid woman that she was being, well, stupid. Even as much as Bryan wanted to – he doubted he would be able to hit her. The other girl – whoever she was – could rightly so...

"Try and blackmail however you want, but using rape of all things is damn sickening." Mariam glared back, rape was a traumatic thing and shouldn't , ever be played with. How Mariam wanted to strangle that little neck of fangirl-number-who-knows-what.

"You went on a date with me, we're going out!" Bryan wondered what exactly classed as a date. Really, did talking about oneself to someone whom they obsess over twenty-four seven, then being yelled at about how pathetic they were: really count as going out? Bryan was scared for this girl, she truly was mental.

"You seriously are deluded...Just leave me alone, fangirl." Bryan sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets, the great thing was he had Falborg with him he could always try to aim for her head. Then again if she did die, it wouldn't look too good.

"I'm a fan you're meant to treat me with respect." She was a spoiled brat apparently; Mariam had met someone quite like her throughout the teams' travels. Boy, this would be fun.

"You're only respected if you earn it, dumbass." Mariam smirked as the seemed to be unable to say anything back to Mariam. On the other hand, Victoria had suddenly wondered was this girl involved with Bryan?

"Who are you exactly?" The quick glances between Mariam and Bryan was all the female-blader needed to conclude that this other girl was the reason why Bryan was being so cruel to her. "You! I bet it's your fault!" Bryan had missed the quick glances between him and Mariam and so had no idea what was going on when the girl suddenly slapped Mariam.

"Mariam!" Bryan looked over, and saw someone running up and trying to grab Mariam back. She was taller but seemed to be trying to calm herself down, "You did not just do that..." Her nostrils flared like an enraged beast, her hands were being kept from lashing back out by Joseph. She would kill this girl if her brother so much as eased off.

"Wow, Mariam, calm down. You better get out of here." Joseph and Mariam struggled for a while, Bryan watched as Victoria left quickly, obviously not as dumb as she looked. Bryan turned around and started walking off in the opposite direction: his problem was no longer his. The argument had been somewhat interesting but that little boy had stopped anything majorly entertaining from happening.

Before he knew it the same girl from mere moments ago was standing in front of him, apparently gasping for air. "You know, after handling your fans I think you owe me." What was it with girls and them owing people? Did they keep a record? Did they carry around journals just to make they knew who owed them what?

"I didn't ask you to," Bryan walked around the girl who he couldn't seem to remember the name of. That little kid had said something, Mariah? No that was the pink girl who seemed to latch on Kon whenever possible. Oh well, no skin off his teeth if he knew one less female name.

"Well, are you up for a beybattle?" The last word certainly got his attention. Yet it was amusing, did this girl think she could beat him? Was there something in the water that was making everyone delusional today?

"You won't beat me." Bryan stated matter-of-factly, the whole point in beyblading was to win. Why bother beyblading someone who would cream them? Who would no doubt make fun of them for being so stupid?

"Is it because I'm female?" Mariam's face was blank of emotion for a few seconds, until Bryan smirked which made the blader more than annoyed. "Pig! Beyblade me now." Yeash, he hadn't said anything: he was just amused at how this woman had automatically shoved him into the sexist column. He'd made a new record for himself.

"Just don't start crying if I win." Bryan sighed and took a quick glance around the area, there was a gassy knoll just across the road, which would be an adequate place to beyblade. Mariam followed Bryan and seemed to be glaring at him which Bryan on occasionally caught with a quick glance back. She didn't think he'd run away? Now, why would be give up the chance to beat someone as annoying as this girl?

They reached for their beyblades.

As soon as the beyblades landed both Mariam and Bryan called upon their bit beasts, even though Bryan had accepted the challenge, he was probably going to be late for that team meeting. No doubt to be reminded, yet again when the tournament was and how much he should be training every day. Yet Fate didn't appear to want the Russian to get to his meeting on time as Mariam's beyblade dashed around not being hit by any of Bryan's advances.

"Stay still, woman." Bryan had folded his arms and a small frown had replaced the cocky smirk. Tala was going to kick his ass if he was late, he doubted he could blame his lateness on a beybattle with some Saint Shield female.

"Like I'm really going to listen to a pig like you." Mariam rolled her eyes, why was it that all of the men she had spoken to today, all of them were sexist jackasses, where were the decent men today? Maybe there was some sort of memo that was handed around and Mariam missed it.

Bryan wasn't too keen on using any more energy than he would use to open a packet of crisps, but then again he mentally sighed when he heard Mariam call out an attack, "Abyss Fire!" Apparently he'd need to actually try to finish this relatively quickly. Before he had time to even brace himself for an attack a small scratch appeared under his left eye. "You...little..." It wasn't anything major, Bryan doubted this could even be placed in the minor injury category, but still the woman had hit him. She'd actually cut him!

"Just give up," Bryan glanced around trying to find out what the time was, apparently there were no public clocks about. Still he smirked when the female blader shot a reply back, it was an automated response in which Bryan gave back.

"Go to hell." Mariam wasn't to sure why she was a little curious on why Bryan had that smirk on his face. She had attacked him, he shouldn't be acting like that or maybe it was a bluff? Maybe Bryan was – okay Mariam must have been losing it today. Bryan didn't bluff about much...

"Been there done that." Bryan narrowed his eyes when he saw Mariam smirking again, she had better not be planning another scratch attack. "Falborg. Chop that overgrown fish into pieces." The falcon screeched in agreement, with a calm voice Bryan yelled out his own bit beasts attack. "Stroblitz."

Mariam didn't even think for a moment that Bryan would be too serious – serious about who won and what not - not serious as in I'm going to really hurt you. After that attack Bryan was not surprised that Mariam was on the floor mumbling away about how much 'that hurt'.

"Shit." Mariam hissed when she noticed that her beyblade was now weakly spinning, Bryan showing no mercy ordered Falborg to ram into it a few times until it eventually stopped. Bryan quickly called Falborg back, he hoped he wasn't that late: he wouldn't mind being possibly five minutes seeing as that would just annoy Tala. It wouldn't give him a death sentence at least.

"Going to start crying now?" Bryan sighed as he turned on his heel and began to walk away. He wasn't – truly wasn't – expecting to hear anything else out of the girl, apparently she had more spirit than he had thought.

"Like hell I would. Let's go again." Bryan glanced back to see Mariam standing proud, as if she had never lost a few moments ago. This whole thing confused Bryan completely, she had been defeated why couldn't she get that through her head?

"You don't exactly think you'll beat me the second time round." Bryan tilted his head very slightly and wondered why the female population was just so strange. Mariam needed lessons in admitting defeat and some of those other females need some social boundaries lessons.

Mariam nodded. She didn't think she'd lose so quickly then again she had been told that the Demolition Boys were respected for a reason. "Go home, woman." Bryan noticed that merely by calling this female blader 'woman' she would almost frothing at the mouth, the only reason why Bryan had resorted to such a term was... He still couldn't remember her name, go figure.

Mariam glared as Bryan left, she sighed and stood up straighter hoping that her leg would be okay to stand on. "Sexist pig..." She hissed as she limped to the Saint Shields home, no doubt her brother would go into over-protective mode. Then again she could always she what Ozuma did, he was always good for an over-the-top reaction.


Author's Note: So, how was it? Should I continue this really odd... pairing or should I give up before I get too hung up on finishing it? I haven't a clue how many chapters this will be seeing as I haven't planned it completely. Well, I do hope you did enjoy it, if you have enough time please tell me your thoughts on it. If not - later!

Author's Note: Hey, well this is a stab in another direction for me. You'll notice that the style is very different and that's because it's pretty much because I've got more confident in writing and personally I am a highly sarcastic person in real life so they've blended to create this.

Anyway, I know Bryan/Mariam is a rather odd pairing but I don't know. Nothing ventured nothing gained. I've actually not planned this one... so, if you see any plots inform me please.

Warnings: Violence, sexual themes, slander (accussed of rape), vulgar language, and a death threat in the first sentence ;) Oh and an extremely annoying OC who actually has a point in this story. (Vague idea really). She's hopefully not a Mary-Sue... even with the extremely desperate and whiny personality. At least she has a personality...


Chapter One


'I'm going to kill them.'

Sure, they were paying for the meals - they'd paid for his clothes, even booked the damn table. But, oh, even still how Bryan wanted to turn into a deranged barbarian and cause some major pain to those sadistic fools.

'Why'd I have to agree to this of all things?' Bryan's jaw tightened, all he kept thinking about was whether or not he should sell his soul to the Devil so this extremist would choke on the soup - or possibly swallow one of those sharp utensils it was using and shut up.

Pity neither of them happened and Bryan underwent another mind-numbing half-an-hour of this things' ramblings. Something about - Bryan mentally scolded himself, he shouldn't even bother to think about what the thing was saying... It was useless information and would probably give him a headache if he even tried to think logically about the problems of a maniac.

An hour had past and it appeared that this particular moron had begun to repeat itself. Bryan rolled his eyes and sighed to himself, why oh why had he even chose to do this - was it even worth it?

Not now... Not after his head was filled with random names in which this dunce had spouted, talked about things Bryan just did not want or need to know. It wasn't exactly fair: two hells to pick from. Bryan just hadn't thought that going on a date with a fan girl would be so bad.

Boy, was he regretting it.

Bryan's attention had wavered from the start but he had to try to be indifferent, after all Bryan wasn't meant to show how truly bored he was, he wasn't meant to show any emotion whatsoever. Apparently boredom got the better of him as he sighed again. However this time he happened to be questioned on it...What else was he meant to do?

"Nothing." Needless to say the fact that Bryan had acknowledged her made the fangirl squeal with glee and Bryan was once again in the clearing. Now to go back to praying, and hoping an asteroid would fall from space and crush the darn brat.

Time was not going as quickly as he had liked, the girl seemed to be abstaining from eating... She hadn't really touched her food then again she'd been talking the entire night. Bryan wondered if the other hell was still opened.

A date with a fangirl or... Bryan shivered at the thought, he'd have to go to a nightclub. Now usually at Bryan's age that wouldn't have been a problem however, Bryan couldn't dance. So it was either this or an extremely embarrassing night seeing as Tala had threatened to bring recording equipment. So he had no choice to agree to this torture. If the girl wasn't going to shut up soon he would have to refrain from going near anything with a sharp edge, just in case he went psychotic and hurt the dear.

Or himself.

"You really do owe me, you know?" Bryan blinked and looked straight at his date – what had that fiend just conjured from it's mouth? A small twitch of the eyebrow. Surely not what Bryan believed she had said, surely not...she wasn't high was she? It wouldn't be a major surprise ever since Bryan had agreed that he'd experimented once or twice it seemed his fans were all drug-addicts. So next week he'd have another interview in which he would state in neon-writing and gladly spell it out to all his fans: 'People can do drugs if they want but if they do I will not touch them, even if I were armed with a totem pole.'

"What?" Bryan began to feel as if this terrible 'date', if that's what it could be classed as, was going to get even worse - if that was humanly possible. The girl seemed to be playing with her food, chopping up the stake and then moving it around just to cut it even smaller.

"Well, I mean without us – your fans – you wouldn't be anyone." Wow, such a bold statement from one who probably was a relative of the fungi that Ian grew in his room. Bryan sat back in his chair and folded his arms, a frown now upon his face.

The fan still didn't seem to understand what she had said to suddenly make Bryan glare at her. "I don't owe you anything." Bryan had been told to do this 'date' rubbish, however it didn't mean he had to sit through hours of self-seeking talk. If Bryan owed anyone in this world it certainly wasn't his fans. He could thank himself or even possibly, one of the other Demolition boys...but someone he'd never met?

She must have been stoned or damn well mentally unstable.

"But you do – I mean I have everything of yours," the girl seemed to pause as if realising that the sentence she had spoke was in fact quite unsettling, yet she carried on, "Like I totally believe you should come with me on holiday, my mother and father would be so happy!"

"I don't owe you anything," Bryan had clenched his fists, feeling enraged by how self-absorbed this so-called fan truly was. "I have no idea who you are," The fan sat silently and watched as her love lose all composure. "You are insignificant to me." Bryan was surprised he hadn't started foaming at the mouth, he was just that angry.

"You owe me for sitting through an hour of utter bullshit!" It appeared that the others in the restaurant believed that the events at said table were more entertaining than whatever they had been discussing. "I didn't ask for fans, I don't owe anyone anything." Bryan had managed to find some hidden away willpower to yell to cause some added embarrassment towards the fan. Strangely it hadn't been sucked away by the hours of gossip from the bitch that sat opposite: damn his soul probably hadn't been that lucky.

"Ha! My friends said that you're always like this, but on the inside--" Bryan really wished he'd brought Falborg, he'd at least be able to have some aiming practise. Hopefully the damn thing would have hit, right between the eyes. Falborg would be praised endlessly for such a deed.

"Look, you stupid girl." Bryan was glad that people were looking, probably trying to look down upon him. Not as if he minded. Although it at least made it so much easier to avoid another date if this got out. "I'm not some misunderstood blader, " The fan seemed to be losing all motivation to stay happy and cheerful, which was great. "I hate people – I hate you – I am a cruel bastard. I'm nothing else." Bryan could at last see a piece of humanity in there. A minuscule piece but a genuine one nonetheless as the fans' eyes filled up. "I won't get married to you or your little friends," Which was an odd way of thinking, Bryan suddenly realised, "and if I did I'd kill myself at the alter."

"You're so..." Bryan sighed at the pause in the girls' words, she would hopefully go on and on about how she hated him. Then at least he'd never have to go through something like that again. Ever. "You're such a bastard!" Ouch. That was a bit of a let-down.

"Thanks. You understand now at least." Bryan clapped his hands slowly until the girl grabbed her stuff and darted out the place, wailing like a banshee out for a kill. Bryan looked around the place, everyone seemed to be a little... pissed with him.

"Get back to your meals or you'll soon be eating through straws..." With that Bryan walked out at his leisure after he finished his meal, and couldn't help but chuckle when he thought about the stupid girl saying that she owed him. Get real – he didn't owe anyone because he never needed anyone.


As soon as he closed the door, a call from the living room was heard, "So how was the date?" Ah, Tala, dear Tala, the bastard that had made his Sunday so completely crap. Of course, Bryan being Bryan would never admit to doing anything wrong on his own behalf. It was not his fault he had lost a bet. It was not his fault that he had bet on a two-hundred to one horse. Damn straight it wasn't his fault.

"Terrible until near the end when she had tears streaming down her face screaming at how much she hated me." Well, oddly enough she didn't exactly say that she hated him. Usually when one humiliated and tore any hidden-fantasy from them, they would, in general, call them more than a 'bastard'.

"You made a girl cry?" Tala smirked, now there was a new low for the Demolition Boys: pity the only one who had even the slightest bit of sympathy was Hiwatari and he wasn't even here. It was either because he felt sorry for the starving animals which lived on the streets or he had some twisted fetish... which Tala wouldn't mind revealing to some animal right activist.

"Fangirl's aren't human." Bryan shot back as he wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. All that yelling does hurt ones throat. Thankfully he wasn't too dehydrated, seeing as he hadn't foamed at the mouth. Yet.

There was a strange thudding noise coming from downstairs and Bryan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow to. It sounded like a cross between a beyblade being hit against the wall and a very badly rehearsed jig. "That weird beyblading team is downstairs." Spencer pitched in.

"Weird beyblading team?" Bryan arched his back and clicked a few bones into place before opening the large bottle and taking a few gulps. He sighed when he never got an instant reply and went over to hit Tala on the back of the head for not responding to his question. He just sat there smirking...

He was stopped by the blonde as he gave him his answer."The one that tried to steal Granger's and the other bit beasts to shove them in that stone..." Bryan nodded his head trying to remember the team name, once he remembered that he could try to remember who was in it. Maybe one of them could provide some entertainment for a while?

"The Shields or something?" Bryan sat down and put his feet up on the small coffee table which was currently stacked high with old paper-bowls, scattered around there were plastic forks and knifes. They weren't into cleaning, just to avoid cleaning the dishes they had bought the plastic cutlery and bowls. Though now they had a new problem. They have to chuck those things out, and there were a lot of them scattered around the house. Too right they weren't doing something like that.

"Saint Shields." Tala corrected as he got up from the smaller couch – he needed to go see if the leader board was up yet. A local beyblading tournament, they'd easily win it, but a win was a win. Bryan raised an eyebrow at Tala as he slacked his tie he'd been forced to wear.

"How do you know?" The tie was then cast aside and he took off the smart suit he was wearing. He hated them, it made him look like one of the jackasses from those high-end magazines – not as if he wasn't a jackass – but at least he admitted it unlike those... Stuck-up morons, now to go put on some proper clothes.

"I know everything," Tala called back and he left the small apartment. He had simply waited to see how the day with the fangirl went, obviously Bryan hadn't enjoyed it and so Tala was pretty content with that. Annoying Bryan was certainly a good way to keep everyone on their toes.

Bryan sighed as he heard the door slam shut , "Great, Tala thinks he's omnipotent." He heard Spencer snort in amusement. Now that, that date was over – Bryan needed some entertainment before he did something stupid, again.


So maybe leaving the safety of his apartment wasn't the greatest idea in the world. Especially when one had pissed off an extremely obsessive fangirl just a few hours ago. Bryan really did need some new brain cells, they must have went kamikaze when that thing had opened it's mouth.

"You have to apologise to me!" Bryan raised his eyebrows in surprise, yet that's all he did and that made the little fan even more crazy – what, was that possible? She continued to complain and tell Bryan that he just had to apologise to her. Yeah, because that was going to happen maybe when Hell froze over...No, not even then.

Apparently walking away from an obsessive fangirl is an even deadlier thing to do, as Bryan learned a few seconds later. "Will you shut up and stop following me...?" Bryan didn't quite know how long this Victoria had been following him for, yelling and whining to everyone in earshot, but he was getting quite pissed.

"Say you're sorry." Bryan groaned and rubbed his head as Victoria continued to rant and rave about she was a sophisticated young lady who should be – and that's when Bryan decided that ignoring her completely would be a good idea.

Of course his pain was being watched by a certain two members of another beyblading team. "That's Bryan from the Demolition Boys?" Mariam looked around, it seemed as if he was out himself: then again no wonder, it looked as if he were going to murder the next person to flicker an eyelash at him.

"Oh yeah, seems he has girl troubles..." Joseph chuckled to himself, in his opinion he didn't get why everyone loved the psycho but seeing him so infuriated was more amusing that watching his sister shoot Ozuma down. Again and again.

"Bryan – he's a good beyblader, right?" Joseph nodded though he was a little considered with what his sister could be thinking. She wasn't that strong and he was sure that Bryan was a much more experienced beyblader than she was, "Might as well test out my new blade."

"Mariam, don't!" Of course by the time Joseph had processed what was going on Mariam had sprinted off in the direction of a very, dangerous and fuming Bryan. Someone was going to get hurt and so Joseph decided to be the more wiser of the twins... and stayed where he was.

Mariam had managed to attract no attention towards herself as she approached. Hey, this way she could listen in – hearing a Demolition Boy with girl problems, priceless. "If you don't say sorry--" Mariam raised her eyebrow and wondered what the girl could say, to be honest she didn't look too bright.

"You'll do what?" Bryan egged her on, and Mariam was about to infuriate Bryan more so then at least he would beyblade her. He'd be good practise for the upcoming tournament. Nothing major but they hadn't had much practice since getting here.

"I'll..." The girl stammered on, "I'll tell everyone that you raped me!" So much for being a sophisticated lady. Bryan didn't believe that he could become angrier than what he was feeling but...that was more than low. That was disgusting.

Mariam blinked as the smirk on her face fell – what the hell did she just say? "But I haven't even touched you." She looked over at Bryan and saw that he too looked as if he were about to throw up and not only that but he looked worried. However Victoria seemed to act smug as if it were the greatest idea in the world.

"Still – the public doesn't know that." She smiled happily, okay she didn't want to do this: but Bryan had humiliated her in front of so many people and of course hurt her deeply... She had to do something to get him back.

Bryan was suddenly aware at the person standing nearby him, "You know I hate you and I don't even know your name." Mariam sighed. She hated women like this, she hated women that were just so low, had they no honour? Then again most of the space in their head was used up for vanity and some delusions. For example, having a Demolition Boy fall in love with you, yeah, not going to happen! Mariam mentally hissed.

"Who are you?" The girl turned to give a glare at Mariam and all the blader could do was sigh. Where were the brainy people nowadays: divine-being help them all if they were extinct. Bryan was a little relieved that someone else had came out of nowhere to tell this stupid woman that she was being, well, stupid. Even as much as Bryan wanted to – he doubted he would be able to hit her. The other girl – whoever she was – could rightly so...

"Try and blackmail however you want, but using rape of all things is damn sickening." Mariam glared back, rape was a traumatic thing and shouldn't , ever be played with. How Mariam wanted to strangle that little neck of fangirl-number-who-knows-what.

"You went on a date with me, we're going out!" Bryan wondered what exactly classed as a date. Really, did talking about oneself to someone whom they obsess over twenty-four seven, then being yelled at about how pathetic they were: really count as going out? Bryan was scared for this girl, she truly was mental.

"You seriously are deluded...Just leave me alone, fangirl." Bryan sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets, the great thing was he had Falborg with him he could always try to aim for her head. Then again if she did die, it wouldn't look too good.

"I'm a fan you're meant to treat me with respect." She was a spoiled brat apparently; Mariam had met someone quite like her throughout the teams' travels. Boy, this would be fun.

"You're only respected if you earn it, dumbass." Mariam smirked as the seemed to be unable to say anything back to Mariam. On the other hand, Victoria had suddenly wondered was this girl involved with Bryan?

"Who are you exactly?" The quick glances between Mariam and Bryan was all the female-blader needed to conclude that this other girl was the reason why Bryan was being so cruel to her. "You! I bet it's your fault!" Bryan had missed the quick glances between him and Mariam and so had no idea what was going on when the girl suddenly slapped Mariam.

"Mariam!" Bryan looked over, and saw someone running up and trying to grab Mariam back. She was taller but seemed to be trying to calm herself down, "You did not just do that..." Her nostrils flared like an enraged beast, her hands were being kept from lashing back out by Joseph. She would kill this girl if her brother so much as eased off.

"Wow, Mariam, calm down. You better get out of here." Joseph and Mariam struggled for a while, Bryan watched as Victoria left quickly, obviously not as dumb as she looked. Bryan turned around and started walking off in the opposite direction: his problem was no longer his. The argument had been somewhat interesting but that little boy had stopped anything majorly entertaining from happening.

Before he knew it the same girl from mere moments ago was standing in front of him, apparently gasping for air. "You know, after handling your fans I think you owe me." What was it with girls and them owing people? Did they keep a record? Did they carry around journals just to make they knew who owed them what?

"I didn't ask you to," Bryan walked around the girl who he couldn't seem to remember the name of. That little kid had said something, Mariah? No that was the pink girl who seemed to latch on Kon whenever possible. Oh well, no skin off his teeth if he knew one less female name.

"Well, are you up for a beybattle?" The last word certainly got his attention. Yet it was amusing, did this girl think she could beat him? Was there something in the water that was making everyone delusional today?

"You won't beat me." Bryan stated matter-of-factly, the whole point in beyblading was to win. Why bother beyblading someone who would cream them? Who would no doubt make fun of them for being so stupid?

"Is it because I'm female?" Mariam's face was blank of emotion for a few seconds, until Bryan smirked which made the blader more than annoyed. "Pig! Beyblade me now." Yeash, he hadn't said anything: he was just amused at how this woman had automatically shoved him into the sexist column. He'd made a new record for himself.

"Just don't start crying if I win." Bryan sighed and took a quick glance around the area, there was a gassy knoll just across the road, which would be an adequate place to beyblade. Mariam followed Bryan and seemed to be glaring at him which Bryan on occasionally caught with a quick glance back. She didn't think he'd run away? Now, why would be give up the chance to beat someone as annoying as this girl?

They reached for their beyblades.

As soon as the beyblades landed both Mariam and Bryan called upon their bit beasts, even though Bryan had accepted the challenge, he was probably going to be late for that team meeting. No doubt to be reminded, yet again when the tournament was and how much he should be training every day. Yet Fate didn't appear to want the Russian to get to his meeting on time as Mariam's beyblade dashed around not being hit by any of Bryan's advances.

"Stay still, woman." Bryan had folded his arms and a small frown had replaced the cocky smirk. Tala was going to kick his ass if he was late, he doubted he could blame his lateness on a beybattle with some Saint Shield female.

"Like I'm really going to listen to a pig like you." Mariam rolled her eyes, why was it that all of the men she had spoken to today, all of them were sexist jackasses, where were the decent men today? Maybe there was some sort of memo that was handed around and Mariam missed it.

Bryan wasn't too keen on using any more energy than he would use to open a packet of crisps, but then again he mentally sighed when he heard Mariam call out an attack, "Abyss Fire!" Apparently he'd need to actually try to finish this relatively quickly. Before he had time to even brace himself for an attack a small scratch appeared under his left eye. "You...little..." It wasn't anything major, Bryan doubted this could even be placed in the minor injury category, but still the woman had hit him. She'd actually cut him!

"Just give up," Bryan glanced around trying to find out what the time was, apparently there were no public clocks about. Still he smirked when the female blader shot a reply back, it was an automated response in which Bryan gave back.

"Go to hell." Mariam wasn't to sure why she was a little curious on why Bryan had that smirk on his face. She had attacked him, he shouldn't be acting like that or maybe it was a bluff? Maybe Bryan was – okay Mariam must have been losing it today. Bryan didn't bluff about much...

"Been there done that." Bryan narrowed his eyes when he saw Mariam smirking again, she had better not be planning another scratch attack. "Falborg. Chop that overgrown fish into pieces." The falcon screeched in agreement, with a calm voice Bryan yelled out his own bit beasts attack. "Stroblitz."

Mariam didn't even think for a moment that Bryan would be too serious – serious about who won and what not - not serious as in I'm going to really hurt you. After that attack Bryan was not surprised that Mariam was on the floor mumbling away about how much 'that hurt'.

"Shit." Mariam hissed when she noticed that her beyblade was now weakly spinning, Bryan showing no mercy ordered Falborg to ram into it a few times until it eventually stopped. Bryan quickly called Falborg back, he hoped he wasn't that late: he wouldn't mind being possibly five minutes seeing as that would just annoy Tala. It wouldn't give him a death sentence at least.

"Going to start crying now?" Bryan sighed as he turned on his heel and began to walk away. He wasn't – truly wasn't – expecting to hear anything else out of the girl, apparently she had more spirit than he had thought.

"Like hell I would. Let's go again." Bryan glanced back to see Mariam standing proud, as if she had never lost a few moments ago. This whole thing confused Bryan completely, she had been defeated why couldn't she get that through her head?

"You don't exactly think you'll beat me the second time round." Bryan tilted his head very slightly and wondered why the female population was just so strange. Mariam needed lessons in admitting defeat and some of those other females need some social boundaries lessons.

Mariam nodded. She didn't think she'd lose so quickly then again she had been told that the Demolition Boys were respected for a reason. "Go home, woman." Bryan noticed that merely by calling this female blader 'woman' she would almost frothing at the mouth, the only reason why Bryan had resorted to such a term was... He still couldn't remember her name, go figure.

Mariam glared as Bryan left, she sighed and stood up straighter hoping that her leg would be okay to stand on. "Sexist pig..." She hissed as she limped to the Saint Shields home, no doubt her brother would go into over-protective mode. Then again she could always she what Ozuma did, he was always good for an over-the-top reaction.


Author's Note: So, how was it? Should I continue this really odd... pairing or should I give up before I get too hung up on finishing it? I haven't a clue how many chapters this will be seeing as I haven't planned it completely. Well, I do hope you did enjoy it, if you have enough time please tell me your thoughts on it. If not - later!