Welcome to the most random story you will ever read! :D

This story is basically the result of Tsubasa teaching the rest of Gan Gan Galaxy how to spy and such, with a couple twists and lots of random humor XD.

When I first started writing this, I only planned for it to be a few short chapters, but it's kinda taken a mind of its own :P. I honestly don't know how long it will be, but it will be long. :D

I'm only updating this A/N because I've sort of rewritten this chapter; just touching up on the writing and stuff :).

So yeah!

Please enjoy this story! I hope you have a couple laughs :).

I do not own MFB

Becoming Sensei

…For centuries, beyblade has been an important part of the culture in Metal City. Many residents either own a beyblade or have used one in their lifetime and the practice of spinning tops is highly praised. For example-

"Tsubasaaa~!"

The owner of the name sighed and brought his book down. It was just getting to an interesting part too.

Peering above the weathered pages, he almost rolled his golden eyes at the sight of three familiar comrades smiling a little too innocently at him. What could they possibly be up to now?

"Heyyy Tsubasa…" they all sang, oh-so-sweetly.

The first, a cherry-red haired boy by the name of Ginka, produced a cake on a decorative plate bearing what must've been the biggest smile in history. Well. At least, Tsubasa thought it was a cake.

Deflated and crumbling, the questionably edible 'cake' was burnt coal-black in spots and iced poorly in a sickening pea-green color. It was like they burnt it in the oven, fed it to the dog, and slapped it on a fancy plate to hope it would somehow pass as a cake.

"We all made this just for you!"

Masamune, the self-proclaimed 1# blader, ran his fingers through his spiked black hair and grinned as well,

"It took forever, but we hope that you'll appreciate our labors."

The hard work was really showing off. Seriously, it must've been so painstakingly difficult to make it look that inedible. Gosh, they were probably up all night.

"We love you Tsubasaaa! You're just like an older brother to all of us!" the youngest, Yu, chimed in with cheeriness. His orange hair was completely messed up, filled with globules of icing, and sticking out in various places, but his forest-green eyes were glowing nonetheless.

Playing with a piece of his silver hair thoughtfully, Tsubasa gave the threesome a long, blank stare before realization set in and he leaned forward to face them directly,

"Alright, I get it. What do you guys want from me?"

"We want nothing," Ginka's tone became suspiciously higher, "We just want to leave you with the feeling of happiness because your three friends worked hard to make you a delicious and beautiful cake."

Suspiciously enough, Masamune and Yu eyed the 'cake' simultaneously with a disgusted glance, but Ginka glared at them promptly, which snapped them back to their little act.

All three wore the same cheesy, fake, expression, with their hair iced and clothes covered in cake batter.

There were obvious strings attached to the gift.

"Is that so?" Tsubasa asked, humoring them.

"Really. It's true," Yu assured, attempting to be persuasive with his wide-eyed, adorable face.

Shrugging, Tsubasa reclined backwards into the couch, picked up his book, and cast his friends a half-smile.

"In that case, thanks. Just leave the cake on the counter in the kitchen. I'll throw it ou-err, eat it later."

And with that, he settled and returned to his reading.

…For example, there are many centers and parks dedicated to beyblade, drawing in thousands of adolescents every year to enjoy them. Bladers, or frequent beyblading individuals, call the excitement that they feel about the tops their 'blader's spirit' and -

"Tsubasa."

Interrupted. Again.

Rubbing his temple in an irritated manner, Tsubasa set the book down once again, sighed, and gave the others an I'm-patient-but-you-need-to-go-like-now look,

"Yes?"

Trying to wash the obvious look of nervousness out of his face, Masumune prompted Ginka with a poke. And in spite of his equally nervous features, the redhead stepped forward, solemnly staring down at his feet.

"Well…"

"Just tell him."

"The worst he can say is no."

The Pegasus-loving blader nodded with understanding, balled his fists in a determined fashion and whipped upwards to meet his older friend's confused eyes.

"We want you to teach us how to spy!"

Taken aback, Tsubasa completely forgot about his book and furrowed his eyebrows further,

"What? Teach you to spy...? Why?"

Blurting out different reasons at once, the three snapped into begging mode like completely different people,

"Because it looks so cool!"

"Because I want to learn!"

"Because then I can use those spying skills in my everyday life to figure out everyone's deep, dark secrets!"

They all gave Yu a weird look.

"What?" the youngest sheepishly asked, quite guilty, "Doesn't everyone?"

Tsubasa was still a bit shocked. Teach these three undercover skills? Um, can anyone say: Disaster? Besides they would probably get hurt or something. It was too much to risk.

"Sorry guys, but I'm going to have to say no this time. Don't take it personally."

"NO!"

Yu started crying on the spot, his tears running down his face non-stop. Then he dramatically threw himself on the (hardwood) floor and began to thrash around hysterically.

Ginka and Masamune simply patted each other on the back with a few obviously scripted phrases,

"It's okay, man. It's okay." They proceeded to comfort Yu as well.

If Tsubasa didn't know any better, he'd say that from the way they were reacting, it looked like someone had died. It was either that or beyblade had been outlawed. Typical of them.

"Look, I'm just watching out for you guys - "

Ignoring him, they sobbed until a sniffling Masamune rubbed his reddened nose and gave the baffled eagle blader a detestable glare,

"Thanks for your consideration, good friend Tsubasa. Or should I say ex-friend?"

Uggg…they were impossible.

"You know," Tsubasa began, giving in, "I might be able to teach you guys a few things. But only a few."

Their dramatic acting ceased almost instantly.

"Really? Yes!"

"Teach me how to decode things!"

"No, teach us how to sneak into places!"

"Or how to disarm a bomb!"

"Or how to dust for fingerprints and record conversations!"

"Or-"

"Guys!" Tsubasa had to raise his voice, a normal action with these three, and hold his hand up in a 'stop' position, "Listen to me, I'll teach you, but you have to go along with what I choose to teach you. I will be grading your performance. And you will not be using it for your own uses. No exceptions."

"Okay Tsubasa-senseiii~!" They all grinned cheesily once again.

Exhaling with annoyance, Tsubasa regrettably tucked his book away in his bag, made a few phone calls to WBBA authorities, and prepared to teach his first lesson.

What am I getting myself into?