GOG: I think this will be my best fic ever!
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade but I do own Saya, Freedom, and "Leader".
~*~*~*~*~* THE BLOODY BEYBLADE WAR *~*~*~*~*~
~*Flashback*~
"But Mother, Father, this is my dream! I can't let it go so easily!" Saya, the age of 18, yelled to her parents. "Saya, sweetie, we both love you very much" Her mother said with concern, " but we could never let you go through with this....um...crazy idea of yours." Saya argued back, "but it's NOT crazy!" She glared at her father, who was about to speak " Nor stupid!" Her father sighed and looked at his wife, " I think she should do this." His wife's eyes went wide, "Do you know how deadly this is! She's only 18 for God's sake!" "I know, I know, but she is old enough to make her own choices. And plus she is requested but the American Army. We can't let our home country down." The mother sighed, "You're right." She turned to her daughter, "you may go through with this BUT come back in at the most 5 years." "I will mother, I promous." "Good, now go and pack. It says here you will leave sometime tomorrow." Saya's mother pointed to a letter from the American army. "I will!' she yelled as she was running up the stairs to pack her things.
~*End Flashback*~
"AH!" Saya quickly sat up in her bed, hitting her head on the bed above her own. " ow... darn trumpet!" she got up and got ready for the big day. The day when she would lead her troop to the cursed land of Iraq. It had been three years sense she left France and one year sense the September 11th attacks. For the past three years, she worked her way up the ranks of the American Army and now she stood, tall and proud, a general. A 21-year-old general. Her troop treated her with the highest of respect and she did the same to everyone else. Over the years in the army, she would be sent out to spy on other countries because she could speak over 16 different languages, 18 if u include Egyptian and American. She was dubbed one of the BEST spies that America has to offer. And because of this, many countries that never feared America, now did.
~*On the Training Field*~
"GOOD MORNING MEN!", Saya yelled across the sea of solders. All dressed the same except Saya, who's uniform was more classy. "GOOD MORNING SIR!", the men yelled back in reply. " YOU ALL SHOULD KNOW WHAT TODAY IS! THIS IS WHAT WE HAVE BEEN TRAINED TO DO! WE ARE TO HEAD FOR IRAQ, BUT WE WILL STOP AT FRANCE AS A RESTING POINT! GOT THAT?!" "SIR YES SIR!" "GOOD! WE WILL LEAVE TONIGHT AND IN APROXIMENTALY THREE DAYS WE WILL LAND IN FRANCE! WE WILL SPEND ANOTHER THREE DAYS THERE AND HEAD FOR IRAQ!" Saya's words caused a roar amongst the crowd and she walked away. She mumbled to herself," I can see you again mother, father. After three years....
~*End Chapter*~
GOG: that was FUN! I've wanted to do a fic like this and now I have! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Everyone else in the room: backs away and runs for their lives.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade but I do own Saya, Freedom, and "Leader".
~*~*~*~*~* THE BLOODY BEYBLADE WAR *~*~*~*~*~
~*Flashback*~
"But Mother, Father, this is my dream! I can't let it go so easily!" Saya, the age of 18, yelled to her parents. "Saya, sweetie, we both love you very much" Her mother said with concern, " but we could never let you go through with this....um...crazy idea of yours." Saya argued back, "but it's NOT crazy!" She glared at her father, who was about to speak " Nor stupid!" Her father sighed and looked at his wife, " I think she should do this." His wife's eyes went wide, "Do you know how deadly this is! She's only 18 for God's sake!" "I know, I know, but she is old enough to make her own choices. And plus she is requested but the American Army. We can't let our home country down." The mother sighed, "You're right." She turned to her daughter, "you may go through with this BUT come back in at the most 5 years." "I will mother, I promous." "Good, now go and pack. It says here you will leave sometime tomorrow." Saya's mother pointed to a letter from the American army. "I will!' she yelled as she was running up the stairs to pack her things.
~*End Flashback*~
"AH!" Saya quickly sat up in her bed, hitting her head on the bed above her own. " ow... darn trumpet!" she got up and got ready for the big day. The day when she would lead her troop to the cursed land of Iraq. It had been three years sense she left France and one year sense the September 11th attacks. For the past three years, she worked her way up the ranks of the American Army and now she stood, tall and proud, a general. A 21-year-old general. Her troop treated her with the highest of respect and she did the same to everyone else. Over the years in the army, she would be sent out to spy on other countries because she could speak over 16 different languages, 18 if u include Egyptian and American. She was dubbed one of the BEST spies that America has to offer. And because of this, many countries that never feared America, now did.
~*On the Training Field*~
"GOOD MORNING MEN!", Saya yelled across the sea of solders. All dressed the same except Saya, who's uniform was more classy. "GOOD MORNING SIR!", the men yelled back in reply. " YOU ALL SHOULD KNOW WHAT TODAY IS! THIS IS WHAT WE HAVE BEEN TRAINED TO DO! WE ARE TO HEAD FOR IRAQ, BUT WE WILL STOP AT FRANCE AS A RESTING POINT! GOT THAT?!" "SIR YES SIR!" "GOOD! WE WILL LEAVE TONIGHT AND IN APROXIMENTALY THREE DAYS WE WILL LAND IN FRANCE! WE WILL SPEND ANOTHER THREE DAYS THERE AND HEAD FOR IRAQ!" Saya's words caused a roar amongst the crowd and she walked away. She mumbled to herself," I can see you again mother, father. After three years....
~*End Chapter*~
GOG: that was FUN! I've wanted to do a fic like this and now I have! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Everyone else in the room: backs away and runs for their lives.