Little Russian Doll

A Beyblade Fanfiction

Hey there guys! Please don't be too mean, this is my first fanfic! :D I'm sorry if the first chapter seems a little out of place, all will be explained as it goes on. Now Tala, could you be a dear and do the disclaimer for me?

Tala: *shrugs* MisstiqueRose does not own Beyblade, she only owns her OC.

Rose: Thankyou darling! *waves him off* I apologise for the phonetic Russian, and if I'm not spelling it how you believe it should be spelled please let me know! As you can probably gather, I'm not Russian! Please don't be too mean! There are characters from both Metal Fusion/Masters and the original Beyblade series because I think putting them all together in a dinner party would be hilarious. Especially this dinner party… *evil laugh*

"Talking"

Thinking

"Speaking in Russian"

"Would you like anything to drink, sir?" Her voice flowed calmly much to her surprise, not betraying a hint of the nervousness she felt. Tyson Granger, the young man in front of her, grinned brightly at her with warm brown eyes. Some of his navy hair fell haphazardly in front of his face and she couldn't quite stifle the small giggle as he tried to blow it out of his eyes which only resulted in more falling down. She felt some of her anxiousness disappearing due to his friendly demeanour, but she knew they would return soon. There was far too much that could go wrong and the implications that would bring…

Shaking her head as if to rid her mind of the thought she focused instead on Tyson and the other customers at the table. Customers. Yes, that was correct. Tonight she was waitressing to help out her friends Tala, Bryan, Spencer and Ian. Her eyes darted over to their table, where she caught Tala's frosted blue gaze. But instead of looking disapproving or uncaring as per usual, he gave her a small inclination of the head. A small smile crossed her face. Despite the wolf's icy attitude towards others, he had really taken a liking to her; just as all the Russians had. Tala made a small motion with his head towards the table she was currently waiting on with the tiniest hint of a smirk on his face. Her eyes flicked suddenly back to Tyson, who after a stern talking to from everyone else present, finally had an answer to her question.

"Sure Kitty! I'll have a Coke please! Max," he turned to the smiling blonde whose warm blue eyes destroyed any hint of nerves that had been flowing through her and left her smiling genuinely for the first time that evening. Max Tate, the single sweetest young man on the planet, and adorable to boot. Thank goodness for these guys being so nice, she thought to herself happily. Otherwise I never would have made it through the rest of the evening. "You want something buddy?" Also grinning, Max nodded.

"A Coke for me too please, Kitty!" His voice was sweet and sincere like a bubble bath, reminding her that was exactly what the Russians owed her for helping them out. Max then turned to the Neko-jin next to him who smiled in return. "Kenny, Hilary, Rei, anything?" Rei Kon thought for a moment while playing with his ridiculously long ink-black hair which was tied back in what Tyson had dubbed the "rat tail". Truly that nickname couldn't be more ironic; Rei was the cat not the mouse. After a moment his golden eyes returned to her and he smiled.

"I guess I'll just have the same, thank you. But you two," he growled flatly turning to Max and Tyson, "Have to stop calling her Kitty. She does have a name!" The cheeky smirk that crossed her face didn't go unnoticed as both Tyson and Max sheepishly apologized for the nickname, not before Tyson arguing that was what Tala had called her and so he thought that was her name.

"And what is your name anyway?" A curious Hilary, the only other female at the table, piped up from next to Rei where she had been preoccupied keeping Daichi, the youngest member of the group, happy. Hilary had brunette hair like her, but Hilary's was straight and well-kept where hers was curly and wild. Hilary's ruby eyes scanned her over and she couldn't help feeling like Hilary was testing her. Looking for a finch, a flaw, a soft spot, a weakness. But she also got the sense that rather than strike, Hilary would in turn protect that one weakness. Perhaps it was a foolish hope but hope was something she had always believed was the key to happiness. Grinning brightly with a cheeky glint in her jade eyes she answered.

"My name's Charlotte. But Kitty's fine too."

*Flashback*

"Charlotte huh? That's actually rather… nice…" Tala smirked slightly, tucking a part of her side swept fringe behind her ear. She grinned back at him and he couldn't supress the warmth that surged through him as she did. She had that effect on him, right from the start. It wasn't love in the romantic sense but rather the brotherly sense. Her warm friendly demeanour had done in a matter of days what so many others had tried for years to do and generally failed. She had melted the icy walls around his heart. From the first cheerful grin almost unperturbed by his iciness right to the mournful smile she had worn when she told him of the loneliness that plagued her heart she had almost never stopped smiling. She was optimistic no matter what which in turn had begun to slowly but surely rub off on Tala. Not that he'd ever actually display his newfound warmth to anyone but the other Russians and her of course. And perhaps his girlfriend Julia. Apart from that, no one.

He was snapped out of his revelry by her cuddling him. Her over-affectionate nature had definitely startled all the Russians at first, but they had grown to accept it, in fact, to love it. He wrapped his arms around her before tugging her close and whispering in her ear. "Daragwi(1), I need you do to me a favour." She looked up and focused solely on him, emerald eyes blazing. "You know how we're hosting our banquet as part of the competition right?" She nodded. "Well, I need you to waitress for a bit before we perform." She grinned and opened her mouth about to happily oblige when Tala cut her off. "You'll need to wear a waitress dress as well as your costume." She paused but nodded solemnly. His eyes widened in shock. "You'll do it?"

Nodding she grinned. "Of course Tala, that's what friends are for!"

He couldn't stop the absolute grin that came to his face this time. Friends. He couldn't have put it better himself.

Present moment

Spencer smiled as he watched Charlotte happily chatter with the Breakers. Trust her to pick the single strangest group of people in the room and wait on them out of everyone here. But they were friendly and they would definitely look out for her for the rest of the evening. And if they fail, we'll protect her, he smiled to himself. She was his kugolka(2), his precious girl. Nothing would ever harm her whilst he was there to save her. He knew that Bryan, Tala and Ian all felt the same way and would do anything they could to make her smile. Perhaps he could convince the Breakers to be the same…

"Spencer," Upon hearing his name the blonde Russian's head flicked around to the search for the owner of the voice. He didn't have to look far. Hiro Granger. As Tyson's older brother he bore a startling resemblance to him, the only difference being their height and maturity level; which of both Hiro was higher. The serious expression on his face told Spencer he would actually have to listen for a bit, much to his dismay. He wanted to keep watching over his little doll. Instead he had to listen to Hiro prattle on about the rules of the competition. She's a big girl; she can take care of herself. Taking one last furtive glance at her he looked over to Hiro sourly.

"What?" The venom laced in that single word seemed to shake Hiro for a moment before he returned to his usual calm state.

"Who's that girl?" Hiro's question startled him. He'd expected a lecture, not an interrogation.

"Our waitress."

"Does she have a name?" This time Spencer met the eyes of the other Russians before answering. Bryan was pretending he didn't care, but Spencer saw the tiny movements in his hand indicating to him not to screw up because then they would lose their baby girl. Ian was less subtle with wide eyes and a desperate denial motion. 'Don't say anything' Ian begged without a noise ever leaving his lips. Finally he met the eyes of his captain, Tala. Tala's eyes darted to Charlotte, and a small wolfish grin crossed his face. This is where Spencer began to worry. His captain grinning was never a good sign.

It was Tala who finally answered Hiro's question but it definitely wasn't the answer Hiro was expecting. "How about you ask her yourself?" Confusion reflected on Hiro's face, he knew Tala was up to something but he wasn't sure what. Deciding to keep on his guard he agreed. Tala then removed himself from the table and walked over to where she was still taking down orders from Hilary, Daichi and Kenny after resurrecting Kenny from his laptop-induced social coma. Daichi wasn't allowed anything fizzy or sugary much to his annoyance. Tala watched as Charlotte calmly trotted over to Daichi and whispered she'd get him a soft drink, but he had to promise he'd be a good boy or she'd put him over on the "Time Out Table", a table on the other end of the room far away from all other guests. Daichi nodded excitedly and she wrote it down with a cheeky glint in her eyes.

For a moment Hilary thought she was serious about giving him soft drink but Hilary saw she had something else planned and decided it best to trust her. She seemed nice enough, especially for someone working for the Russains. Speaking of Russians, Hilary thought with her eyes flicking cautiously over to Kai Hitawari who had his eyes closed and was slumped against his chair as though he was sleeping, but Hilary knew better. He just wants to get this performance over and done with so he can leave and people will stop staring at him. She sighed quietly. I don't blame him. If I were where he was, I'd do everything I could to get out of here.

Charlotte seemed to have also noticed Kai's antisocial behaviour, but was treating it with amusement more than anything. She turned to Kai with the brightest smile on her face. "Would you like anything to drink, or are you going to sit there and sulk all night?" That certainly woke him up. His eyes opened suddenly and he looked up amazed at her. Just as she planned. "How…you…Russian?"

"The boys have been teaching me. And since you don't seem to respond to English, I decided to ask you in your native tongue." Kai did not look pleased. She couldn't help but liken him at that moment to a small boy on another table, Yu she believed his name was, who had gotten upset when he found out he wasn't allowed ice cream. He had huffed and pouted, turning his head away and not talking to anyone until Charlotte had gotten him some textas and drawing paper. And boy did she vocalise this.

"You're acting like that little boy over there was," she chuckled nonchalantly pointing to Yu. "He huffed when he couldn't get what he wanted, just like you are now. Maybe I should just give you some textas and paper so you can stop being so grouchy." Needless to say the room fell silent at her joke. Well, except for Tyson, Daichi and Max laughing. Even Rei couldn't stop the giggles. Kenny shrunk into the table and Hilary giggled for a moment before trying to regain her composure. Kai growled but said nothing, embarrassed at being compared to a child by the pretty but incredibly cheeky waitress. She didn't stop there though. "Really? Nothing? At this rate I'm going to have to put you on the Time Out Table for being such a sourpuss." If most of the room weren't laughing then, they were now. She saw the expression of annoyance, but the slight twitch of pain on his face and realised she might have actually hurt his feelings. And so very gently she sashayed over to him and whispered in his ear, once again in Russain. "I'm sorry, but you really do need to lighten up. Just a little bit? For me?" He sighed and met her eyes, crimson to jade. Much that he hated to admit it, she had beautiful eyes. Slowly he nodded, sitting up a little from his angry slouch.
"But I'm no child, kitten. Remember that." She laughed a little at his words.
"Of course." She winked cheekily at him. "And I'm no kitten." A ghost of a smile crossed his face and he finally ordered; a Russian drink that she could have Bryan make.

"What have you two been saying? It wasn't about me, was it?" Tyson demanded angrily. Charlotte met Kai's eyes and laughed shaking her head.
"Tyson, the world doesn't revolve around you, although if you keep eating the way you do you're going to develop your own gravitational pull." That was Kai, snide and sarcastic as always and had everyone in stiches, especially Charlotte. Daichi looked confused.
"I don't get it. What's he mean 'own gravitational pull'?" Charlotte grinned brightly before explaining the physics of the joke to Daichi, who nodded and then grinned.
"OH! I get it now! Haha! Kai just called you overweight Tyson!" This made everyone laugh, even Tyson after a bit of consoling.

That was the moment Tala decided to make his presence felt by the Bladebreakers.

Much to the shock of every patron in the room Tala calmly strutted over to her and wrapped one of his arms around Charlotte's waist, the other one he used to tilt her head slightly back so he could whisper something in her ear. It was soft and in Russain, but the Bladebreakers noticed she seemed to understand. He then released her and gave his girlfriend Julia a knowing look to which she nodded and began to calm down her hyperventilating twin brother Raul. Trust Tala to kill the mood, Charlotte thought. She then read over the orders of the Bladebreakers once to ensure she'd gotten them right before placing them on top of a light blue tray over on the bar and skipping over to the table with the Russians, Hiro and an old fat white-haired man with glasses named Stanley Dickinson. She couldn't help but liken him to Santa Claus which made her smile. The image of him in a red suit giving out toys to children on Christmas was certainly a powerful albeit hilarious one. Swallowing down her giggles she tried her best to remain professional.

"Hello there, Tala tells me I'm required here. Is there anything you gentlemen would like to order?" Her eyes flicked to Bryan cheekily. "Because he's going to have to make it, I'm not allowed behind the bar." Hiro seemed to regard this news with interest. Why wouldn't she be allowed behind the bar? "These shoes have no grip and the tiles behind the bar are slippery as hell. If I were holding glasses and tripped over I'd be in a lot of trouble." She answered his question before he even vocalised it. Clearly, she was one of them. He looked up at her again, but this time decided to analyse her more closely before asking another question.

She was rather tall, standing at about the same height as Tala, perhaps a little shorter without her heels on but she had a sense of power in her step with broad shoulders and her head held high. She didn't look much younger than Tala who was seventeen, but not too much older than Masamune who was fourteen. She had sun kissed skin, which made Hiro note that she probably wasn't from Russia like the boys but rather somewhere warm. Her curly brunette hair was being held back by a waitress headband which she had to keep readjusting because it was falling down. Her eyes were jade green and full of warmth, the kind you can't help but smile back at. She had a bright cheery grin on her face and it reminded Hiro of a female version of Max. Her "grip-less" shoes were polished black with a slight heel and did up around her ankles with a small clasp shaped like a rose. She had on white socks that came up to above her knees where they tied with small black bows and were lined with an onyx ribbon leaving a small exposed patch of tan skin in between the socks and the dress, which stopped at her mid-thigh. Not that Hiro was looking there, obviously. The dress itself was black and framed her somewhat column-like figure nicely with a slight ruffle on the hem and end of the sleeves which tied up with a bow like on the socks. Her apron was white and tied up at the back with a neat little bow, which Hiro had watched her redo herself after someone tugged it loose. She had on white fingerless gloves that ruffled out at her wrists as well as a few bracelets. A small pendant swung from a ribbon choker around her neck shaped like a little cat's bell and seemed to have something engraved on the back, but Hiro couldn't quite read it.

"Are you done checking me out now? I do have to go and check on everybody else's orders." Her voice had a tinge of annoyance added to its usual cheery tone. Hiro's face was what can only be described as mortification, whilst the Russians were having difficulty not laughing. Hiro could only mumble an apology before letting the young woman off to go do her job when he suddenly remembered why she was over there in the first place.
"Wait, what's your name?"
"Is that all you wanted to know?" She laughed a little before continuing on. "It's Charlotte." He nodded, deep in thought leaving her to wonder what other interesting twists the night would bring as she skipped off to the next table for their orders.

Hey there guys! Wow, that was pretty decent for a first chapter don't you think? :D Anyway, here are the translations to the phonetic Russain:

(1)Daragwi – Darling

(2)Kugolka – Little doll

I'm sorry if this seems so random, but I will explain more in due time. But I never would have guessed Hiro would check out a younger woman!

Hiro: *still mortified* Shut up! I was just analysing to get a better understanding of her.

Tala: *laughing* Sure you were ;)

Rose: Anyway, in the next chapter a bit of insight as to how Charlotte wound up in the Russian care, the "competition" they keep talking about and perhaps some musical theatre! :D So please keep reading! :D :D