Disclaimer: My dearest beyblade characters Jack and Damian, don't belong to me. Also, Metal fight beyblade isn't owned by I :). And that concludes today's presentation.

Chapter 10

The Peter family

Damian let out a sigh of pleasure and relaxation as he exited his bathroom. Like Jack, he was a lover of long showers. He collapsed onto the bed and fished through the pillows for his lost remote.

"Hey Damian!" Jack sang, entering the room and flopping on top of Damian. Damian let out a sharp gasp in a cough as Jack folded his arms on his chest and rested his chin on top. "Holy crap Jack, you just can't do those sort of things!! Have you forgotten how big you are!?" Jack only chuckled, reaching out and poking Damian's forehead playfully. "But Damian's tough, isn't he?" Jack teased with a grin. Damian looked away in irritation. He was referring to when they were little, like really little. Any time Damian would get hurt and Jack would run over to him in concern, Damian would simply state that he was tough. Jack had to giggle. "Come on Damian. Don't act like I torture you everyday." He said.

"Why not, when that's exactly what you do!?" Damian snapped. Jack blinked, then laughed; which only irritated Damian further.

"Anyway Damian," Jack started after his laughter had stopped, "Thanks Giving is tomorrow and my family is getting together. It'd be a great chance for you to meet them." Damian thought. It was true, he hadn't really met Jack's family. But the last interaction he had with something involving Jack's family, things didn't exactly end well.

"Hmm? You want to?" Jack questioned, fluttering his eyelashes.

"I guess." Damian grunted.

"Yay!!!" Jack cheered, wrapping his arms around Damian's waist and resting his head on his chest.

"And, you're cuddling me again." Damian drawled dully, but he couldn't help but cuddle him back. He folded one arm over Jack's back, and used the other hand to play with Jack's hair.

The next day

Jack and Damian entered through the large, fancy, black gates that surrounded the vast estate of Jack's family. With a grandfather who struck oil, a mother who specializes in making super expensive jewelry and fashion, and a father who trains people to be CEOs; Jack and all of his siblings were able to live pretty comfortably. The two strolled down the stone brick path that meandered through the front yard garden up to the front door of the four story mansion.

"Okay really? This place is huge." Damian commented as Jack rang the small golden doorbell of the dark oak door.

"Can I help it if my parents wanted to live here?" Jack questioned sassily. Damian shrugged. He had seen the mansion before, from the few times he visited Jack when he was small; but he had the same reaction every time. The place was unbelievable. Loud chatter and boisterous laughter was heard when the butler opened the door.

"Thank you." Jack nodded, walking through the door. Damian followed behind.

The two entered the dining room, where literally everyone was hanging out. Women in their silk gowns and men in their sleek tuxedos socialized while waiting for the last of the food to be prepared.

"Jack!"

Jack and Damian glanced in the direction of the voices origin. A woman that looked to be the age of twenty five was strutting over to them. Her hair fell in light pink thick waves over her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes were a chocolate brown. She wore a sleeveless black dress that ended at her silver shoes. She had diamond earrings and a matching necklace.

"Jack, it's been such a while." She breathed, pulling Jack into a warm embrace.

"Hello Mother." Jack greeted, returning the hug.

"Hello Mrs. Peter." Damian stated formally.

"Hello Damian." Mrs. Peter chuckled, giving Damian a pat on the head.

"Oh great, you're here."

Damian and Jack both recognized that sarcastic voice of anger. It was Jeff Peter, Jack's dad. And from what Damian remembered, Jack and Jeff weren't exactly on the best of terms.

"I was really hoping that you wouldn't come." Jeff mumbled in disgust, fixing his sharp green eyes on Jack in a glare.

"Well guess what Daddy, I'm here." Jack huffed, putting his hands on his hips. Damian had to roll his eyes. It was only ten seconds in and there were already problems brewing.

"Tone it down Jack!" Jeff reprimanded.

"Get over yourself Dad!" Jack shot back swiftly.

"Um, hey Sweetie, didn't you want Damian to meet your siblings?" Mrs. Peter asked to Jack frantically, in an attempt to break up the fight.

"Oh yeah!" Jack chimed. "Come on, they're probably upstairs." Jack said, gripping Damian by the wrist and dashing off.

The two were now in the living room of the second floor. The loud chatter and hearty laughter could still be heard. Jack glanced around the empty room after calling one of his sibling's phone. He spoke a few words before sliding his phone back into his pocket. Damian looked up at him in curiosity.

"They're all in different sections of the house, so I'll just call them in one by one." Jack explained. Damian nodded. Judging on how easily Jack and his father quarrel, that was probably a good safety precaution.

The first one to enter was a real muscular guy. First, he was shirtless. Second. His pink hair was spiked up and back. He looked like a regular Lars Alexanderson. But what really through Damian off, was the fact that he was soaking wet. He had to stifle a roll of the eyes.

"Hey! You're Jack's little buddy right?" The odd man chuckled, patting Damian's head with enough force to knock him to the floor.

"Yeah, I'm Damian." Damian introduced through gritted teeth as he rose back up to his feet.

"Aren." The guy introduced. He shook Damian's hand, once again with enough force to pull him to the ground.

"Can you stop doing that!!?" Damian growled, standing up.

"Sorry Little Dude, but I can't help it if you're flimsy." Aren chuckled, pulling an arm behind his head.

"I dare you to say that again!" Damian threatened.

"Okay, thanks Aren. See ya later." Jack hummed awkwardly, pushing Aren out of the living room.

"Well that went well." Jack stated sarcastically.

"He called me flimsy!" Damian exclaimed.

The second guy to enter looked just like Jeff. Short red hair, green eyes, a bit of stubble. And he wore a pretty expensive looking suit.

"Damian, this is Stephon." Jack informed, doing one of his wild hand motions. Damian held out his hand toward the older man.

"I don't shake the hands of commoners." Stephon scoffed.

"Commoner?" Damian deadpanned, as Jack gave Stephon a nasty scowl from behind.

"Um, I mean. Would you like a drink?" Stephon corrected himself, holding up a bottle of red wine.

"I can't." Damian said.

"Suit yourself." Stephon brushed off. He exited the living room, walked up to the banister of the stairs that lead to the first floor, and simply tossed the bottle over the edge. Gasps of all sorts reverberated throughout the house from the abrupt shattering of the bottle. Damian glanced up at Jack with a shocked expression.

"We can leave if you want." Jack informed with a shrug.

"No. I said I'd meet your family, I'll stick to my word." Damian sighed, earning a genuine smile from his friend.

The third sibling of horror to enter was a woman. She was tall with long red hair and green eyes. She looked like she had a lot of boyfriends.

"Hello, I'm Avery." She introduced.

"Damian. I think you're pretty." Damian greeted back.

"Oh, I don't date dwarves." Avery huffed.

"Oh. My. Goodness." Damian grunted.

Two girls entered in next. The first one looked older, and a lot like Mrs. Peter. The second one seemed younger, and looked a lot like Jack. The younger looking one, dashed over to Damian and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Damian flinched uncomfortably.

"What did you do that for?" Damian queried.

"You're just so adorable. How could anyone not hug you?" The girl replied, before cheerfully skipping away. Now Damian's cheeks were on fire.

"That was Elizabeth." It was the older girl who spoke, "She's pretty childish." Damian wasn't sure how to respond, so he just stared. The girl shrugged, before walking away. Damian had to exhale in disbelief. He didn't even learn her name.

Jack was truly disappointed. He didn't expect his siblings to be so… so… what do you call their behavior actually? And the worst part was; the best one of all of his twisted family, didn't even show up. He gazed over at Damian, who had fallen asleep in the passenger seat during the drive home, and smiled. "Yup Damian. You're pretty tough." He chuckled. He then proceeded to exit the car, and carry Damian into the house.

First. I give a large thank you to everyone who's been reading and reviewing so far. You're honestly all so kind, and your comments always put an ear to ear grin on my face. XD. Thank you so much.

Okay, I apologize if the end seemed a bit rushed. The idea of the story literally came from no where. It was pretty goofy; which is contrary to the idea I have for Damian's family, so I hoped it made you smile.

So I decided to post today because I was feeling a little bit sad.

I really suck at sticking to my schedule. :)

Well if you feel like it, let me know in a review.

Would you have declined or accepted Jack's offer to go home?

That's all for now.

See you again next Thursday … or Friday … or Saturday.

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