Hi, I had this idea running around after rereading Arcada A's 13 Shades of Grey. This is actually my first time writing anything like this, so any constructive criticism is highly appreciated. And I don't want shit like "your writing sucks". That's not helpful, and really, it just pisses me off. Anyways, I don't own Beyblade or any of the characters and concepts. Even the story idea is not completely mine, as I had said in the first sentence, I was inspired by Arcada A, may she rest in peace (because it seems she's disappeared from FF).
WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE YAOI, OR INTENSELY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT. I'm seriously warning you, do NOT read if you're an innocent teeny-bopper that thinks Justin Bieber is totally hot. Also, there may or may not be implications to abuse.
The Fine Line
Prologue
Brooklyn sighed in annoyance, walking alongside his former teammates as they approached the school looming before them. It seemed that some crazy old hag decided it was necessary to build a school for the international Beybladers of the world, and also any rich brat whose parents paid a large enough bribe. The school was located in Australia, where there was a vast space for them to build on. Brooklyn seethed, seeing as he did not appreciate being forced to attend this hell-hole, not to mention he was a self-proclaimed genius that didn't need any schooling. The worst part of the whole thing was that blading was not allowed. At all. All the rules were very lenient, except for the one regarding the favorite pastime of many of the students. The ginger-haired teen looked to the side of him, at his friend Garland. He was sure Garland would have no problems adapting, seeing as he is an extremely talented athlete. The petite girl walking on the other side of Garland, Ming Ming, would probably join the choir, stealing most of the solos from other aspiring singers. Walking on the other side of Brooklyn was Mystel, whose sea green eyes revealed none of his thoughts about the tyranny taking place. Brooklyn wasn't sure how Mystel would fit in, being so different from the other people they had met along their travels. Thinking back to their travels made Brooklyn realize something, and he stopped in his tracks. His four silent companions stopped as well, looking back at him curiously.
"What's up, Brooke?" Mystel asked, quirking his eyebrow. Brooklyn just stared back at him.
"I just realized we're going to a school that's mandatory for all international Beybladers." Garland looked at him incredulously.
"You're just now realizing that? So what about it?" Brooklyn shook his head at their slowness.
"Somehow, I just don't think the BBA crew is going to believe that I'm not some mental freak bent on killing them all anymore," Brooklyn scratched the back of his neck, taking note of Mystel's comforting hand on his shoulder. The others were silent, not having any idea of how to solve this inevitable issue. They collectively sighed, starting again towards their newest Hell.
And that's the prologue. Obviously, since it's titled 'Prologue'.