DISCLAIMER:
Me: This is the last chapter! Phew! And I'm just gonna get it over with.
Ryuga (strangely cheerful): =^.^= DragonFang2011 doesn't own Metal Fight Beyblade.
Me: Hikaru was right. You are so adorable.
Ryuga: (growls) You're spoiling my mood. And only Hikaru could call me "adorable!" (blushes)
Hikaru: ...
Me: (snorts in laughter) Alright, Lover Boy. Why didn't you tell me that Hikaru's your girlfriend?
Ryuga: She's not my girlfriend!
Hikaru (simultaneously): He's not my boyfriend!
Me: (sigh) I love RyugaxHikaru. So much chemistry. They're complete opposites! Fire and Water! I love Fire and Water pairings, like Zutara from Avatar: The Last Airbender. Heard of it? It's awesome! And sadly, I seem to have an irritating attraction to fandom pairings... TToTT Which is SO SO UPSETTING 'CUZ THEY NEVER COME TRUE! None of my No.#1 pairings came true, except for PercyxAnnabeth in Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
Ryuga: Please, just shut up.
Happy Ending
"Oi. Wake up, Princess. Wake up." Someone was poking my forehead with sharp fingernails.
I snorted and swatted the cold hand away from my face.
Then, Miyako slapped me. Hard.
"Ow!" I hissed, touching my right cheek.
My sister smirked, her right arm in a sling. Her face was paler than usual, and her movements were slow and sluggish. She had somehow managed to put on her dress with only one arm. "It's almost time for the kiss."
"How long was I out?"
She rolled her eyes. "A few minutes. Weddings don't take that long."
"I've never been to one before today!" I protested, plucking a leaf out of Miyako's curled hair. She scowled and started combing through her ebony-black locks with pale, slender fingers. At the corner of my eye, I saw that Doji was all tied up, gagged, and unconscious.
"How'd you do that?" I asked her, gesturing to the terrorist. Heh. Barely.
She shrugged, her lips curling into another one of her mysterious half-smiles. "It's not the first time I've lost the use of an arm."
We peered out of the woods just in time to hear the bride and groom say, "I do."
"You may now kiss the bride."
There was an excited silence. They weren't smooching yet.
"Just kiss already!" I yelled.
Several people giggled.
The couple grinned and smashed their lips onto the other's.
Cheers erupted from all directions. While everyone was distracted, Miyako and I rejoined our peers.
"What happened?" Kyoya's blue eyes were uncharacteristically worried as he examined Miyako's cast.
"Doji happened; again," she said.
"I say we leave him in the woods until after the reception!" I whooped. "Who's with me?"
Miyako raised her uninjured hand.
Hikaru scoffed. "You're not serious."
"'Course I am!" my sister and I chorused.
After the picture-taking chaos, I wove through the crowd to find Gingka chatting with several of his friends, or maybe allies. I grabbed his arm and tossed him over my shoulder. He let out a satisfyingly high-pitched yelp as he landed on the ground.
"I thought we agreed that you won't beat me up!"
I hauled him up by the front of his shirt, only to shove him back onto the grass. "I made no promises."
"Oh yeah?" Gingka growled. "You're going down, Lizard Boy!"
Piece by piece, we were breaking our deal, which I knew wouldn't have lasted very long.
He started ruffling my hair and making cooing noises.
I said that he used to suck his toe until he was five, out loud.
He asked me about how Hikaru and I were coming along.
If he had his Beyblade, I would've thrown it into the stream.
If he had his headband, I would've tossed it onto the grass and stomped on it.
Unfortunately, he had neither.
Which was sad.
So instead, I decided to punch him in the nose. However, Hikaru stopped me. "Stop that!"
The Wang Hu Zhong leader's face had a mixture of confusion and amusement on it. "What's going on?"
"Just welcoming Gingka to the family," I explained. "He's my brother now, so all beat-down rights go to me."
I couldn't even describe how shocked everyone looked.
"You mean that Hana's your... mother?" the girl from Excalibur asked.
Julian Konzern raised a critical eyebrow at me. "Somehow, this is all very strange."
I nodded and smacked Gingka's nose for good measure.
"OOOOOOWWWWWWW!" He slapped a hand over his nose, which probably made it worse, because he whimpered.
I ignored his screams. "Oh please, that wasn't even one of my good ones."
"My nose is sensitive!" he gasped.
The only thing I liked about the reception was the food.
Yeah, the food was amazing.
Gingka and I literally fought over the last piece of chicken.
"I GOT TO IT FIRST!" he screamed.
"MUST BE YOUR IMAGINATION!" I retorted, poking him on the nose.
"OUCH! WILL YOU STOP THAT?"
"NO!" POKE!
"Alright, you immature brats," Miyako snapped, squeezing in between us. "You'd better stop it right now. Everyone's staring at you!" She stabbed the chicken with her fork until the metal tips of the prongs stuck out on the other side. I heard a loud crunch and assumed it to be the bone, but when Miyako put the meat on her plate, the platter that was holding the chicken was in large pieces.
My sister's face darkened in frustration at the broken china, then went back to the table where she sat down between Kyoya and Hikaru.
Gingka and I exchanged a half-furious, half-shocked glance, and looked at the destroyed plate. "If you'd let me have it in the first place, my stupid sister never would've stabbed through the plate!" I hissed, gesturing at the tiny holes in the tablecloth.
My new brother (Okay, weird; I'm never calling him that again) grinned sheepishly. "Let's just pretend that nothing happened."
I made a face and flicked him on the nose.
"Hey!"
After the pretty boring reception, I entered the hotel room that me, Gingka, Ryuto, and Kyoya were sharing, and pulled off my shoes and socks.
Kyoya was sprawled on the bed that he was supposed to be sharing with Gingka, cleaning his Leone (which Miyako had kindly obtained before we went to our rooms).
Gingka was sleeping with his head on the table, one side of his face crushing a hamburger.
Ryuto was already asleep on his side of our bed, snoring away. Well, actually, he was not on his side; more like in the middle of the bed. I huffed in irritation and poked him. "Ryuto, move over."
He just snorted in his sleep and hugged the pillow.
"Ryuto..."
"Giant cookie..."
I yanked him over the side of the bed and watched blankly as he landed head-first at my feet.
He yelped quite loudly. "CHOCOLATE! Wha... what was that for?" he grumbled, trying to untangle himself from the blankets.
"Quit hogging the bed," I growled, taking off my jacket, tie, and shirt. Then, I collapsed onto the mattress and pulled the covers over my head.
Then, I sat up. "Wait... what did we do with Doji, again?" I asked Kyoya. His eyes widened.
He and I stared at each other, and shrugged.
"Maybe tomorrow."
It was a few days after Ryo and Mom ran off to their honeymoon...
"RYUGA!" Kenta whined, not letting go of my ankles. "DON'T LEAVE!"
"Gr..."
Benkei pried the green-haired blader off me. "Alright, buddy; you're overreacting."
"Do you have to go so soon?" Miyako deadpanned.
"Thanks so much for caring, sister," I muttered through gritted teeth.
Ryuto was busy examining the snake bracelet, which sadly, had been forgotten for a good few months.
"Anyway, I've spent too much time here," I pointed out.
"And I was just starting to get used to you." Gingka fake-pouted.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
He put both palms in his ears and made a face at me.
"Immature weirdos," Miyako snorted.
I was about to summon a bolt of lightning to teleport me to Africa, when Hikaru grabbed my shirt and kissed me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Miyako smirk and bump fists with Madoka.
Hikaru pulled away, blushing.
"Um... um... uh... well... uhhhh... hi."
You guys might think that it was Hikaru who stuttered, but it was me.
"I..." I stammered, walking backwards. "I... gotta go... now." Then, I slammed into a pole, grinned sheepishly, and with a red flash, I was in the jungle.
"YESSSSSSS!"
Well, that was a long story (for me, anyway)!
I had a great time writing it!
Thanks for reading and reviewing, everyone!
~DragonFang2011
PEACE OUT!