This is my first beyblade fic in… 12 years? Go easy on me Lol.

I would like to thank promptcenter on tumblr for the idea of this fic, and the prompt is:

Person A: "So, what's the plan?"

Person B: "Plan? Oh, erm, 'plan' is such a strong word. I was thinking we run for it and hope for the best."

Person A: "You are going to get us all killed."

This was originally going to be a one-shot, but became longer than planned!

Enjoy~

8:26 AM

"Where the fuck are my pants!?" yelled Bryan as he stormed into the kitchen.

"BRYAN! What have we told you about being naked around the house?! Clean your room for once and maybe you'd find them!" Tala yelled.

Luckily the rest had not made their way down to the kitchen yet. But Tala was right, what if they had a guest over? What if someone else brought home a date? Bryan was too shameless. He made his way back to the room before Spencer came down the stairs and asked what the noise was all about.

It was rather unusual that Bryan would even be awake that early. Most mornings, he wouldn't be out of bed until almost 10oclock.

"It is Valentine's Day after all, maybe he's getting a head start to finding chicks".

"You're probably right Ian" Spencer sighed.

Before they knew it, Bryan was back upstairs (and dressed this time) to join his family for breakfast.

Ian's guess was right. Bryan was going to find someone to sleep with as usual. But he knew that on this particular day, Bryan's odds were low. "Uhm… Bryan, you do realize that there won't be many singles out today right? You probably won't have much luck".

"Pfft! So what? I have no trouble getting laid any other day" he replied.

"Bryan… every place is going to be packed with lovey-dovey couples. Single chicks on Valentines are usually at home eating ice cream. I bet you won't bring home a girl!" Ian could sense what was about to happen next.

"I bet I could…"

"100$... AND a copy of the newest call of duty game!" Ian smiled.

"Fine! But If I get laid tonight, you have to serve me breakfast in bed for the next week" Bryan replied.

"Ha! Well you better tell your imaginary date that breakfast is cancelled, I can't wait to see you come in the door with my stuff"

"Ian, the only thing I'm going to come in tonight is-"

"BRYAN, your toast is getting cold" Tala thankfully interrupted before Bryan could say any more.

Spencer and Tala looked at each other and sighed, they knew this was going to be a very long day.

After breakfast, Bryan put on his warmest coat and then took the keys to his bike and walked towards the door.

Tala laughed, "Whats with the camo jacket? Are you going hunting or something?"

Bryan smirked and said "The only thing I'm hunting for today is pussy" and left.

Tala had to force his breakfast to stay in his stomach. How the team dealt with Bryan's rude language was one of the biggest mysteries in the universe. Ian on the other hand, had to control his laughter.

Little did our Russians know, today was going to be complete chaos for the silver-haired beyblader.

Sooo that was chapter 1! It was a bit short, but there will be more to come! and I hope to have this done by Valentines! Thanks for reading!