Hello! This, in short, is a collection of random fan-created fails that occur over the time span of the Beyblade World Championships (Metal Masters aka Metal Fight Explosion). There're random, probably stupid, and there isn't much point to it, but I love these characters a lot so I thought I'd weave together a story in their honor. Enjoy!

I do not own Metal Fight Beyblade.

Gan Gan Galaxy

"Hey Guys!"
A small girl with shiny brunette hair, bounds towards her friends, a pink book in hand. Her aqua eyes sparkle with excitement and her whole face glows, nearly dying to spill her news.
"What's up Madoka?" asks a red-haired boy, while sipping on a cold glass of sweet lemonade. He slouches in his chair, tugging at the collar of his orange shirt trying to resist the humid air around them.
Madoka grins and holds out the book, which is noted by her friends to be completely covered in plastic gems and strawberry scratch-and-sniff stickers.
"Look!" she gasps excitedly.
"Why are you showing us your journal?" a boy with black hair asks, leaning forward for a better look, "I thought they were private."
"Masumune, you can be such a dummy sometimes," Madoka scolds, frowning. She opens the book and points to pictures of the five friends,
"It's a scrapbook I made. Of our time in the World Championships."
The smallest boy nearly crashes into Madoka, as if running away from something. He falls on the ground, which softens what would be a loud thud.
"Ouch," he grumbles, before looking up at her, "Hey Madoka. A little help, please?"
"Yu! What are you doing?" Madoka snaps, gently pulling her smaller companion up from the ground. His lime colored shorts are covered in dirt from his fall.
"Oh nothing much. Just running away from-"
"Yu!"
The foursome turn their heads to see a tall, tanned teen speeding across the lawn; silver hair flying loosely behind him. Yu pales a little more than usual before taking off again,
"Uh, see you guys!"
He's no match for the teen's speed though, and is quickly caught in his grasp,
"Give me my hair ring back! I can't tie my hair up without it!"
Yu thrusts his hand out away from his predator, a glistening gold ring in his palm,
"No! I told you; try elastic sometime!"
"Yu!"
Madoka rolls her eyes as Masumune and Ginka, the redhead, begin cheering.
"Show him who's boss, Tsubasa!" Masumune yells.
"Man up, Yu!" Ginka adds.
Madoka feels anger boiling up inside. Why was she always interrupted by something? Didn't these guys care? She watches as Tsubasa manages to get his hair ring back, while Yu jumps up attempting to grab it. Ginka and Masumune hold up notebook paper with scores scribbled on them.
8.9 from Ginka.
3.2 from Masumune.
"No praise, Masumune?" Tsubasa jokes, as he lifts Yu onto his back. Piggy back rides were always the compromise.
"You know you can do better than that. Ginka's such a softie," Masumune states. Ginka's eyes fill with fake shock as he puts his hands on his hip and faces Masumune,
"Oh yeah? Well, you're such a critic. Anyone looks like a 'softie' next to your ego!"
"Excuse me? Did this just come from the boy who nearly revealed your own special move to a certain Chinese flatterer back in China?"
"Oh no you didn-"
"Enough!" Madoka shouts. She soon finds four pairs of eyes resting on her face as she lets her annoyance drain into her hands, which are spazzing around in crazy motions, "I've been trying to show you this scrapbook, you guys! Can't I have a little respect?"
Madoka watches as Tsubasa rests Yu down, and Ginka and Masumune turn to face her directly. She finally has their attention. And she realizes that she's been a bit louder than intended. She opens her mouth to apologize, but no words come out.
It's hot out.
So hot and sticky.
She suddenly wishes that she wore her bathing suit for a dip in the pool. The clear, cold water would feel so good right now. Oh well. This was no time to be dreaming about pools. She had an apology to share.
"S-sorry guys, I just…I just…" she looks down. Her toes are pink with little daisies painted perfectly on each nail. The unnaturally green grass tickles her feet and the cool, dampness of it is welcome to her toes. Something about the cool earth and her painted toenails calm and clear her mind.
"I just thought it would be nice for us to remember the moments that we shared together. I have pictures from every country and even the airport."
Her four former-teammates just stare at her, like she's some sort of alien or something. Finally, Ginka speaks up,
"Is that so? Sounds cool, let's see them."
Yu starts to protest, but Tsubasa shoots him a look that shuts him up quickly. Masumune's the only one that looks genuinely interested.
"Co-ol!" he exclaims, leaning towards the pink book, "I didn't know you took all these pictures."
Madoka's fingers itch to face palm; how could Masumune forget? He was the one always commenting about how she should stop taking thousands of pictures all the time. But she resists, and instead opens her treasured scrapbook to reveal colorful pictures of the five friends.
The airport.
The excitement, anticipation, and anxiety each of them felt that day was absolutely crushing. Madoka remembers wondering what the future held for them and worrying over her friends was about half she ever did.
"Ha! Look at how grumpy Yu looks," Masumune chuckles, "What a stubborn substitute." He points to a picture of the small blonde throwing a silent tantrum at his status.
Yu frowns at him and points to a nearby picture,
"If you think that's bad, then you should remember how you nearly got us on the wrong flight using your 'reliable' knowledge of the Japanese language."
About half of them snort in amusement at the memory and Yu begins to re-tell the tale, creating some sort of a flashback…

Yuu's POV

The atmosphere pumps with excitement unexplainable to human words.
My friends' faces are full of wonder, determination, and maybe a touch of unsureness.
In spite of this, I cross my arms and sulk. I try with all my energy to make my face as unpleasant as possible.
I am the substitute.
The sub doesn't compete.
At all.
And I don't like that.
Kenta and Benkei try to cheer me up, although the whole time I'm doubting it'll do much good.
"You know, you might compete after all, Yu. A regular could get a toothache, or fall off a cliff, or get a hangnail, or run over by a bus, or maybe end up in the hospital-"
Tsubasa suddenly coughs really loud. We look at him for a second, but he recovers quickly and it seems that nothing happened.
"That'll never happen. Those guys are health freaks," I retort, "Last night, Ginkie brushed his toothbrush before going to bed. He brushed his toothbrush! Masumoomoo's not much better. He took a half an hour to walk a block, because he didn't want to step on any cracks. Tsubasa-"
"Yu, come on," Kenta gently reprimands me, "Just having you on the team is amazing. The fact that you were able to beat every blader in the country is amazing. Just think, when you guys win, you'll be the fourth best blader in the world, and even after that, there's Ginka, Masumune, and Tsubasa to beat."
I try to accept his words, but as I'm thinking about them, Ginkie's father shows up. He gives us a speech about doing our best or something, throws Madoka onto the team as a supporter, and hands us tickets with strict instructions to go to the front desk with them. We'll be directed to our plane.
We thank him, Ginkie hugs him (even crying a little! How childish!) and we're off to the front desk. Tsubasa takes the lead, carefully counting our plane tickets out to five. He hands each of us our ticket, instructing us not to lose them.
The airport is full of people. All kinds of people. I sigh at the long line that awaits us and note the time printed on my ticket.
5:00 p.m.
Our plane will be boarding in fifteen minutes, and only ten minutes after that it'll be taking off. Suddenly, I'm urging the people in front of us to hurry up.
"Please go faster!" I plead, "We're in the beyblade world championships! If we don't get directed to our plane, we'll miss it and lose, and that'll be so stinky!"
Masumoomoo's been staring off into space, but I see him now eyeing a man with a map in his hand. The man says something to his wife next to him in another language. It sounds sorta Asian.
"Hey guys," Masumune starts, "I have a faster idea. Come with me."
Ginka and Tsubasa exchange an unsure look and Madoka opens her mouth to protest, but Masumune points out that they have a map that looks to be of the airport.
"But Masumoomoo, Ginkie's father said to-"
"It's fine, I can speak Japanese. I'll just get us those directions, and we can be early for the plane!"
Reluctantly, we follow him, silently hoping that this doesn't fail. It could cost us our title as 'winner'.
Ginkie face palms, before leaning back to us,
"Since when does Masumune speak Japanese?"
"Since now," I say, giggling a little.
"To be honest," Tsubasa looks a bit sly, "I'm interested to see what he says."
Madoka nods, "I agree."
We approach the Japanese couple with great caution, but Masumune jumps right into their faces-which is normal for him. He bows all the way down to the floor, before coming back up, hands folded geisha-style. Madoka looks like she's about to yell at him
"Hajimemashita!" Masumune greets, using bad grammer, "Atashi no namae wa Masumune desu!" I may not know much Japanese, but I know enough to know that 'atashi' is only used by women. I tug at Masumune's sleeve, but he just shrugs me off.
"Y-yoroshiku," the small man answers politely and perhaps slightly off guard while executing a short, quick bow.
Masumune points to his ticket and then at the doorways around, leading to different planes,
"Kiipu wa tasukete! Kiipu wa tasukete!"
They stare at him confused,
"Kiipu wa…tasukete?"
Tsubasa, who knows a little more Japanese than Masumune, points out to him that 'Kiipu wa tasukete' means 'save the ticket'.
Masumune starts reddening, as he discovers he doesn't seem to know as much as he thought he did,
"Chizu okudasai!" he points to their map of the airport and bows to the floor again, this time coming up to bonk the poor man in the chin.
"Ii da da da da…" the man gasps, holding his chin in the sensitive area. His wife lets out a short cry and she holds him as he leans on her. She frowns at Masumune,
"Baka! Dame desu! Anata no obasan wa doko desu ka?"
I didn't even have to guess that she said something along the lines of 'stupid'.
Ginka and Madoka can't hold it in anymore and they start cracking up. Masumune's face is now completely red with embarrassment, and he starts trying to apologize.
"Gomenesai masu!" he gushes.
The man, still holding his left hand to his chin, cringes as he points to Masumune with his right,
"A…anata!"
We're cracking up, even though we can't understand a word of their conversation.
"I think they're trying to call you 'stinky', Masumoomoo," I joke.
He shoots me the death glare, and I quiet a little.
Tsubasa finally steps forward and begins speaking fluent Japanese. I assume that he apologizes, because the couple laughs a little when he gestures towards Masumune ands says something like, "Akachan." I assume it means something along the lines of 'child' or 'baby'.
Perfect for Masumoomoo.
Eventually, they show us the map, and we're able to find our way to our plane in the nick of time. Everyone's face is still red from laughing, except for Masumune's; his face is red from embarrassment. For their amusement, I proceed to intimidate Masumoomoo's closing statement with his too-low bows,
"Gomenesai masu! Gomenesai masu!"
I have to stop soon, though, because I get shot with another death glare from the raven-haired boy.
Maybe this World Championships thing is going to be a good time after all…