Ufufufu… T'is my first fic Beyblade: Girl Revolution. Please, enjoy. -le grin- Flames welcome.
Disclaimer: Hey! Hey, Aoki Takao! Wanna sign this contract for ownership of Beyblade? … No? How 'bout I give you this stale cookie? … Still no? Damn… Someday, 'till be MINE! Muahahaha! ((Dun own Bey. I DO own meh OCs.))
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Chapter 1: Mystery 'Blader
A black hooded cloak shaded her eyes and her lithe figure stood stalk still, hovering over their 'blading spot, a glint in her eyes. She'd make her move soon…
"Yeah, go Dragoon!"
"Strata Dragoon!"
Tyson's Dragoon slammed into Daichi's Strata Dragoon with a tremendous BANG! As a result, Strata Dragoon tittered dangerously on the edge of the BeyDish. Daichi blinked, "Crap." He muttered. Tyson beamed at him and rubbed his nose, "See yah, yah little monkey!" he said cheerily.
"Think again, you overgrown pig!" Daichi hollered back. Tyson blinked and stared at the dish, "What the hell are you talking about?" he questioned. Daichi pointed at his Blade. It in the dish once again and spinning with such force that you'd of thought he was planning to induce an earthquake. Tyson gulped; this did NOT look good. Daichi grinned evilly, "Say 'bye-bye' to Dragoon!" he shouted. 'Shit.' Tyson thought desperately. Strata Dragoon spun wildly and crashed into Dragoon, sending Tyson's Blade flying.
Kenny, the bespectacled, genius of a team-mate, stood up and grinned at Tyson and Daichi, "Well, well, Tyson. It seems you've lost."
"No way! It was a fluke! I wasn't concentrating! He cheated! Aw, come on, Chief, you've gotta believe me! You just gotta!" Tyson ranted and wailed. Kenny smiled, "Sorry, Ty, but Daichi won fair and square."
Tyson's shoulders slumped in defeat. He trudged over to the BeyDish and picked up Dragoon despondently, "Okay, okay, monkey boy, you win. Big whup." He grumbled, "But wait 'till next time! Then, you'll be at MY mercy." His defeated frown was quickly replaced with a confident grin as he threw his head back and laughed triumphantly.
Kenny sweatdroped, "Er… Tyson? You haven't won YET, so relax!" he told the energetic boy. "Yeah, yeah, Chief. Don't get your g-string in a knot." He waved his hand dismissively.
"G-g-string?" Kenny stammered, blushing madly, "Tyson, I've not the slightest idea where you get such notions." He muttered. Tyson threw an arm around the small boy's shoulder and grinned like a lunatic, "Aw, chillax, Chief. I was just JOKING! Jeez, don't have a cow."
The cloaked girl smiled tersely, "Look at them, goofing off like… three-year-olds!" she told the taller, skinner girl beside her.
The opposite frowned, "Yeah, Siaarn. They're so… childish."
The one addressed as Siaarn tightened her smile, eyes narrowed. She'd figure out how to get near them… eventually. The opposite tugged on Siaarn's cloaked shoulder, "Well, Siaarn? When ARE we gonna make our move?" she questioned.
Siaarn sighed, "Soon, Manna, soon." She told the other girl.
The opposite, now known as Manna, nodded, "Very well, then." She then removed her hood, revealing waist length raven hair and crimson eyes.
Siaarn also removed her hood, revealing waist-length silvery-white hair and ochre eyes. Her terse smile reappeared, "Tomorrow, at the very least…"
Owari, Chapter 1.
Err, yeah. First chapter, really bad. Uh… REVIEW! –runs off with a Cosmo plush- -returns with a plate of cookies- Review and get a nice cookie. .
--KironaKae