Chibi: MY FIRST BEYBLADE STORYYYYYYYY! YEAAAA! Sorry, the guys in this series can be so energetic x.x. But anyway! Hello!

I am starting this story because…well…..why do I have to give a reason anyway? There are plenty of reasons. One of them is because Tsubasa Otori is a sexy beast. Ewe

ON WITH THE SHOW~!

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"WELCOME TO THE OPENING OF THE FIRST BEYBLADE WORLD TOURNAMENT AIRING FROM JAPAN!"

I flinched and glared up at the bandana clad announcer. Some people, believe it or not, like hearing! I am not going to spend the rest of my life deaf because that stupid idiot likes talking so fucking loud!

"WE ARE ABOUT TO START THE QUALIFICATIONS FOR ENTERING THE TEAM REPRESENATIVES! BLADERS, GET READY!"

Can do, asswipe.

"THREE!"

Minutes until you die.

"TWO!"

How many eyes you're going to lose.

"ONE!"

I gripped the rip cord and grinned to myself. The boy across from me gulped and started trembling harshly.

This was going to be fun.

"LET IT RIIIIP!"

-Later!-

WHAT THE FU-

"And so, now I announce the third member of Japan's representatives! This one was hard folks, because two bladers happened to have the same number of points. So, as a unanimous decision, both bladders will be entered! May I present Tsubasa Otori and Mimio Ginryuu!" Soon enough, some guy's picture and my own popped up on the large screen and a collective gasp filled the stadium at my decorum. Sure, Goth wasn't very popular, but I think that the shirt I was wearing the day this photo was taken was absolutely adorable with Jack Skellington. I mentally pictured him in the Santa getup when wearing it though…..

Heads turned and gazed at me in surprise and a bit of horror. Yeah, I wasn't the cutest with short straight brown hair and umber red eyes, but hey! I wasn't that scary!

"Will Mimio Ginryuu and Tsubasa Otori please step forward with Ginga Hagane and Masamune Kidoya?"

And here comes the fun part!

I straightened myself and began walking forward with a pleased smile that was borderline creepy. The guys who were on the team so far, Ginga supposedly being the wide eyed red head and Masamune the one staring at me like an idiot, just stood there as I took my place beside the white haired guy. The announced the alternate, some tiny kid named Yu Tendo and then they told us to pack and head for…whatever. All I heard was PACK YOUR SHIT AND GO.

Then the chibi walked up.

"So, how'd ya get in?" Was this kid serious?

"I battled like everyone else, dude. Not that this whole team thing surprises me, but…" I trailed off, not knowing how to finish the sentence. Jashin, how did I get in anyway? And where was I going with this sentence? "You know what! I suppose Karma decided to be nice for once! Now, I have to go pack….so….I'll see you at the airport or whatever…?"

"Kay Mimoomoo!"

My eye twitched.

"MY NAME IS MIMIO!"

"Whatever Mimoomoo!" And off the little bastard went, singing to himself how much fun he was going to have and all sorts of shit.

Someone kill me before I kill him. That chibi was cute as fuck, but he couldn't get a name right worth a shi-

"Oh! See you at the airport Tsubasa!"

THE FUCK?!

I heard a short reply from behind and froze. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. How did I not notice that guy was BEHIND ME? I turned and let a furious glare that didn't even seem to faze him. And it was then I actually noticed him. The super long silver hair, tan skin and golden eyes. The dude, surprisingly, was gorgeous in a hippie kind of way. And there I was in school uniform staring at him.

"Errrr…..hi?" I said, straightening myself and the tie around my neck. I hate to say it, but I would have loved having my camera with me to get a picture. I would have loved having my sketchpad to draw this guy. But sadly, they were back at my apartment, sitting on my desk. Tsubasa responded with a greeting of his own and walked pass, chuckling quietly. Whether or not he was laughing at me, I don't know. But he was still gorgeous.

"You have a sticker on your cheek there." I slapped a hand on my cheek and felt the smooth surface of a Pokeball shaped sticker. I remembered putting it on before the tournament as a way of pissing off my opponents. Pokemon and Beyblade didn't mix well apparently, cause I had gotten so many dirty looks over it, but it was still hilarious for me. I gripped the sticker and ripped it off, holding back the shriek of pain as I grabbed for the throbbing flesh.

"YEOWCH!"