Beyblade fan fic: "BB: Girl Power"
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, Kai (I wish!), Rei (bummer), Tyson (boo hoo), Max (double boo hoo), or Kevin (that's...a loss I can deal with), or any other Beyblade characters! Warning: If you've read my bio, you'd know what kind of fan fiction stories I would do. Okay, fine I'll tell you: I do AU (Alternative Universe, in case you didn't know), and since I am not good at yaoi (but I do read them in the Digimon, GW, and Yugioh catergories, though), I do some.. um.."gender bending". (Basically, I change some male characters into female characters, or vice versa. Simple enough.)
Please R+R! Flames are allowed. (NO ONE should restrict such a thing. Everyone has opinions. Anyway, feed back is good, even if they are flames. Authors get an oversized ego when they get A LOT of positive reviews, and NO suggestions on how to change, or correct what was wrong, etc.)
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~Carlos's POV~
Time goes fast, especially when your opponent is inexperienced and not at all great as rumors say about him.
I watched as my skilled Beyblade totally destroyed the tall boy's Beyblade fairly easily. It wasn't much of a challenge. But what did I expect? Just because a boy has a famous reputation is this dump, doesn't mean his reputation could not be quashed. He lost, and he's SUPPOSEDLY the BEST among these amateurs who call themselves BEYBLADERS?! Ha! What a joke!
The tall boy just stood there, looking stupefied and surprised. He better be. What was his name? Andrew? Who cares? He is not worthy to be remembered. He is just one of my many unworthy amateur victims I've faced and is not worth my time. I picked up my sack of stolen Beyblades, whose owners were dumb enough to challenge ME!
"Well," I smirked. "I guess you lost, so if you excuse me, I'll just take your 'blade and be on my way-"
"Not so fast!"
I turned toward the voice, and saw a blue-haired, tan skinned girl, who looked about fourteen years old. She glared at me, as if I committed a crime. I laughed.
"Listen, kid, he deserved it for challenging me, Carlos from the Blade Sharks." I gestured to the pathetic Beybladers. "_All_ of them did."
"That's not a reason to steal other kids' Beyblades!" The girl snapped. She clenched her fists. "Give them back!"
I laughed wickedly at her for being so naive. "Yeah, like that's going to happen anytime soon-"
"All right. I challenge you!" I stopped laughing.
"_Excuse_ me?"
"If I win, you give back the kids' 'blades."
"And if I win?" I asked, knowing this girl can not beat me.
The stupid girl hesitated. She then answered, "Then you win my Beyblade." She held up her own Beyblade. "But don't count on winning!"
I chuckled. This girl is quite amusing. "Al right, we meet in front of-" I pointed. "-that bridge at, let's say, tomorrow afternoon? I've got better things to do than Beyblade against an immature girl-"
"Shut up!" She looked like she wanted to pulverize me, but the geeky boy with the glasses, who was standing next to her, restrained her.
"Heh. So, see ya." As I walked away with the bag of 'blades hung over my shoulder, I heard the girl shout, "We'll meet again, Carlos! And when we do, I'll make sure everyone gets their 'blades back!" Man, what a justice freak.
"Sure, kid, whatever." Like she's going to ever beat me. She'll learn. They always do..
TO BE CONTINUED
So, how was it? (This must be my favorite phrase after every first chapter of my fics, I swear.) Tell me if I made Carlos OOC, or if this is close to his personality. Wait a minute, he sort of sounds like Kai. No..Kai is worse than that (I think). Anyway, R+R! And yeah, Tyson's a girl, al right.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, Kai (I wish!), Rei (bummer), Tyson (boo hoo), Max (double boo hoo), or Kevin (that's...a loss I can deal with), or any other Beyblade characters! Warning: If you've read my bio, you'd know what kind of fan fiction stories I would do. Okay, fine I'll tell you: I do AU (Alternative Universe, in case you didn't know), and since I am not good at yaoi (but I do read them in the Digimon, GW, and Yugioh catergories, though), I do some.. um.."gender bending". (Basically, I change some male characters into female characters, or vice versa. Simple enough.)
Please R+R! Flames are allowed. (NO ONE should restrict such a thing. Everyone has opinions. Anyway, feed back is good, even if they are flames. Authors get an oversized ego when they get A LOT of positive reviews, and NO suggestions on how to change, or correct what was wrong, etc.)
/ / -thoughts
~Carlos's POV~
Time goes fast, especially when your opponent is inexperienced and not at all great as rumors say about him.
I watched as my skilled Beyblade totally destroyed the tall boy's Beyblade fairly easily. It wasn't much of a challenge. But what did I expect? Just because a boy has a famous reputation is this dump, doesn't mean his reputation could not be quashed. He lost, and he's SUPPOSEDLY the BEST among these amateurs who call themselves BEYBLADERS?! Ha! What a joke!
The tall boy just stood there, looking stupefied and surprised. He better be. What was his name? Andrew? Who cares? He is not worthy to be remembered. He is just one of my many unworthy amateur victims I've faced and is not worth my time. I picked up my sack of stolen Beyblades, whose owners were dumb enough to challenge ME!
"Well," I smirked. "I guess you lost, so if you excuse me, I'll just take your 'blade and be on my way-"
"Not so fast!"
I turned toward the voice, and saw a blue-haired, tan skinned girl, who looked about fourteen years old. She glared at me, as if I committed a crime. I laughed.
"Listen, kid, he deserved it for challenging me, Carlos from the Blade Sharks." I gestured to the pathetic Beybladers. "_All_ of them did."
"That's not a reason to steal other kids' Beyblades!" The girl snapped. She clenched her fists. "Give them back!"
I laughed wickedly at her for being so naive. "Yeah, like that's going to happen anytime soon-"
"All right. I challenge you!" I stopped laughing.
"_Excuse_ me?"
"If I win, you give back the kids' 'blades."
"And if I win?" I asked, knowing this girl can not beat me.
The stupid girl hesitated. She then answered, "Then you win my Beyblade." She held up her own Beyblade. "But don't count on winning!"
I chuckled. This girl is quite amusing. "Al right, we meet in front of-" I pointed. "-that bridge at, let's say, tomorrow afternoon? I've got better things to do than Beyblade against an immature girl-"
"Shut up!" She looked like she wanted to pulverize me, but the geeky boy with the glasses, who was standing next to her, restrained her.
"Heh. So, see ya." As I walked away with the bag of 'blades hung over my shoulder, I heard the girl shout, "We'll meet again, Carlos! And when we do, I'll make sure everyone gets their 'blades back!" Man, what a justice freak.
"Sure, kid, whatever." Like she's going to ever beat me. She'll learn. They always do..
TO BE CONTINUED
So, how was it? (This must be my favorite phrase after every first chapter of my fics, I swear.) Tell me if I made Carlos OOC, or if this is close to his personality. Wait a minute, he sort of sounds like Kai. No..Kai is worse than that (I think). Anyway, R+R! And yeah, Tyson's a girl, al right.