My slave... Uh, friend gave me the idea for this fic at her birthday party. It was meant to be a one-shot, but I'm going to end up turning it into a short story, being the intelligent person I am. And I mean VERY short story. Five chapters this size, maximum.
Disclaimer: Try as I might, I STILL haven't got Takao Aoki to give me Beyblade. God, some people are so hard to please!
"What shoe size are you?" The man behind the desk asked, tucking Bryan's own shoes in the storage compartments.
"Ten." Bryan replied, before taking his bowling shoes and walking over to the nearest table to put them on.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and the Blitzkrieg Boys had decided to go bowling. Well, they didn't exactly decide; more like forced by Bryan's therapist as a form of anger management.
"And what shoe size are you?"
"Three to four, I think."
"No, Ian, you're confusing your shoe size with your clothing size."
"Oh, shut up, Tala."
Smirking at the argument between his two friends, Bryan tied the shoelaces up on his ugly bowling shoes. Seriously, pink and orange? Not only did they clash, but pink was a really unattractive colour.
"Hey, douchebag!" Ian suddenly appeared beside him, waving his shoes in Bryan's face dangerously.
"What?!" Bryan snapped, annoyed that his friend had distracted him from his lovely daydream about shoes and their beautiful colour range.
"And really, 'douchebag'? Is that the best insult you could come up with?"
"No! I just wasn't feeling creative." Ian defended himself, glaring at Bryan, who was looking at something in the other direction.
"What is it? Show me!" Jumping up and down, Ian tried to see what interested his friend, but of course his height issues were a problem.
"Chill, little child, it's nothing. But I'll pick you up if you want." Bryan smirked down at Ian, who looked horrified.
"No. Go anywhere near me and you die. I'll kill... Your... Dog?"
"Yes, Ian. Because I have a dog."
"Oi, big nose! We're starting!" Tala shouted, interrupting Bryan and Ian's inspirational conversation.
"Heeeey! Stop making fun of me!" Ian pouted, crossing his arms in an attempt to look annoyed, but ended up looking stupid.
"You look stupid." Bryan rolled his eyes and walked on, purposely kicking his friend in the leg as he passed. Ian shot the falcon a glare, which wasn't acknowledged any way.
"Who's going first?' Bryan asked after he had caught up with Tala and Kai, who was there as well.
"Kai, because he'd start crying if he wasn't first." Tala punched Kai on the shoulder. Kai returned his friendly gesture with a death glare.
"Bagsy going second." Ian said, sticking his hand up in the air.
"Who says 'bagsy' anymore?" Kai asked, frowning in a way that said 'you're an idiot, no one likes you, go die in a hole.'
"Your mum says bagsy, that's who." Ian shot back. Kai rolled his eyes, exasperated. Why had he agreed to come, again?
"I've put our names in the machine thingy." Bryan said, stepping back from the keypad.
"Bryan, who have you put down as 'The Wife?" Kai smirked, although he already knew.
"Tala, 'cause he's so bossy." Bryan explained.
"You did what?!" Said redhead exploded, furious.
"He's put me as 'Carrot Nose' if it's any consolation." Ian said, scowling at Bryan yet again.
"You're all- Bryan, I hope you've put yourself as 'Spoilt Brat', because if it's me I swear to god I'll murder you." Kai took a threatening step towards the falcon, who easily dodged the punch that was aimed his way.
"And you're called 'Lord of Everything', I'm guessing?" Tala demanded, still seething. Bryan stepped back from his annoyed teammates, enjoying the pain they were in. No wonder he needed a therapist.
"Nah, that was too long. You'll see what I named myself later." The Russian grinned evilly. How he loved winding up his friends.
"Change. It. Now." Tala spat, bright red in the face with anger. Even Kai stepped out the way. An angry Tala was a dangerous Tala. Well, Tala was dangerous whatever mood he was in. But still.
"Can't. It's permanent." Bryan shrugged, lying through his teeth. Oh, well. They could suffer.
"Just play the game before I throw a bowling ball at all of you. At once. With the same ball. Ha, figure THAT out!" Ian puffed out his chest proudly. Kai pushed him out the way as he walked passed, resisting the urge to trip him up.
"Wow, mature. Spoilt Brat, it's your go." Bryan grinned, not affected by the glare that Kai shot him.
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Kai muttered, selecting a random bowling ball from the rack.
"Why, yes. Yes I am." Bryan said happily. Kai glared at him one last time before he threw the bowling ball down the lane. Holding his breath as it approached the white pins, he bit the inside of his lip. He could not loose this battle... Uh... Game.
"Ooh! One pin left!" Ian shouted, holding his hand to his mouth like a microphone. Kai closed his eyes and sighed, annoyed that he had missed a pin.
Picking up another ball, he aimed it carefully, then with a flick of his wrist let it go. It quickly rolled down the lane, nothing but a black blur...
"Yesssss! And he's done it! Kai Hiwatari, aka Spoilt Brat, has scored a spare! And the crowd go wild!" Ian commentated, jumping around as a family playing at the other end stared at him as if he were crazy.
"Hn." Kai smirked as he took his place in the seating area next to the bowling lanes.
"Next up is the amazing Carrot Nose, who, by the way, does NOT have a nose that looks like a carrot." Ian stepped up to the bowling lane, still acting like some kind of news reporter.
"He picks up a blue bowling ball, extends his arm, and with as much power as a very powerful thing, he throws it down the lane! Now it's approaching the pins, as fast as a bullet, and... Ah. Now it's in the gutter." Ian trailed off as the bowling ball disappeared, all of the pins still standing.
"You're so bad at this it's funny." Tala grinned, not furious at Bryan anymore. Ian stuck his young out (in a very grown up manner) and turned his back on his friends.
"I'll get it this time." Ian mumbled to himself, collecting another ball: green this time.
Squinting, he stood with his legs apart, one arm bent slightly, the other clutching the ball. He was determined to do it this time. He would do it this time.
He raised his arm, and was just about to throw it down the lane, when:
"Just throw the ball already!" Startled, Ian let go of the bowling ball, and it instantly rolled into the gutter.
"Bryan! You idiot!" Ian whined, glaring at the falcon, who was laughing his head off.
"Your face though!" He clutched his side, tears of laughter running down his face.
"It's The Wife's go." Kai said from his seat, looking bored. Tala grumbled something about immature losers and took his place in front of the lane.
"Just to let you know, it's really hard." Ian warned Tala. The wolf just rolled his eyes.
"That's because you find everything hard, Ian. Especially growing." Ignoring Ian's cries of protests, Tala approached the bowling lane, picking up a random bowling ball on the way.
"Watch and weep, Papov." The redhead said. Scowling at the pins on the other side of the bowling lane as if that would make them fall down on their own, he launched the ball down the alley with incredible power.
"Strrrrrrike! He's done it! The Wife had scored the first strike in the game, putting him in first position, above the mighty Spoilt Brat!" Ian yelled, pointing at Tala, who was smirking at Kai.
"I'll get you, Ivanov." The Phoenix warned.
"Thought you said it would be hard?" Tala said, elbowing Ian in the ribs as he passed.
"Ow! That hurt! Why is everyone hurting me today?" He whined, rubbing his side.
"Because you're just very hurt-able." Tala simply said, sitting down next to Kai.
"Bryan. It's your go and- oh my gosh. You've named yourself 'Sex God'." Ian started. There, on the screen, it clearly said that Bryan had indeed named himself 'God'; and now he (Bryan, not god) was chuckling quietly.
"What can I say? It's true." He shrugged innocently. He picked up a bowling ball and stepped up to the lane, before throwing the ball without any enthusiasm at all.
"Bryan, we're here because you need anger management. That was pathetic." Kai said, glowering.
"Yeah, Bryan. So walk up the bowling alley and get your ball back like a good little doggy." Tala mocked Kai, earning himself a slap around the head.
Meanwhile, while the three Russians were arguing, the bowling ball had managed to knock about half of the pins down. However, the only one who noticed this was Ian.
"Bryan, it's your go again." The young boy said, tapping Bryan on the back.
"Huh? So it is. Move, squirt." Pushing Ian out the way, Bryan once again threw another ball down the lane without any enthusiasm. Surprisingly it knocked down most of the pins, and at the end of his turn three were remaining.
"And Sex God scores, leaving him in third place! At the end of round one, The Wife is first, followed closely by Spoilt Brat, with Sex God next and Carrot Nose in last place." Ian declared, waving his arms around for some reason.
"I'm so getting you next time, Ivanov." Kai whispered to Tala.
"Dream on, Kai." The wolf muttered back. The two of them glared at each other, daring the other to say anything else.
Oh, it was on...
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