A/N: So this is my first Beyblade fanfic. I started writing it halfway through the GRevolution series, without having seen any of the first two seasons. It's currently incomplete, but ideally I work on it every day. If you want to read more, or know more or whatever, just email me, or review my work! Any kind of review is appreciated, especially if you have constructive criticisms or notice continuity errors. Cheers!
Slim
Run For Your Money- A Beyblade FanFic
Pierre watched, grinning, as Sierra's blade spun through the air and finally came to a halt in the dirt outside the practice arena. His sister's mouth was open in a gasp of disappointment, and she fell to her knees beside her stationary beyblade.
"No!"
"Yes!"
Pierre scooped up his own blade, which was still spinning on the edge of the arena.
"Beat you again, Si." He crossed to where his sister was kneeling and put a gloved hand on her shoulder. "But," he added, seeing the distress in her youthful eyes, "you sure gave me a run for my money!"
Sierra looked up at him, and Pierre was pleased to see that the tears that struggled to form there were disappearing.
"You really mean that, Pierre?" She whispered.
"Of course!" Pierre said, laughing and helping his sister to her feet. "Soon you'll be good enough to beat Tyson himself!"
Sierra rolled her eyes, her defeat temporarily forgotten. "Tyson's the world champion, Pierre. Not even you could beat him."
Pierre feigned a hurt expression. "Do you have no faith in your brother at all, Si?"
Sierra suddenly threw her arms around Pierre's neck, startling him and almost knocking him off balance. "Of course I do, Silly! If you battled Tyson, he'd be no match for you!"
Pierre hugged his sister back, laughing. "Thanks, Si. That means a lot."