*Going Downhill*
I don't own Beyblade or any of it's characters. I'm just borrowing them for my own amusement.
Chapter One: And So It Begins...
The crowd errupted in cheers and applause as Steve won the second round in the Finals of the North American tournament. It had been close, but his Tryhorn had just managed to knock the opposing blade out of the ring before it lost momentum and rolled to the center of the dish with a clutter. The teams were told that they would have a half hour break until the final match.
"Are you sure you want to battle, Michael?" Emily asked as she sat down next to the red-head, watching as he pressed a heat pack to his sore shoulder. "I can always battle for you. I woul~"
"No! I'm going to battle, Emily. I got a... friend out in the crowd who's come all the way from Europe just to see this final match, and I'm -not- about to let him down!" Michael said as he tossed the bag aside and got to his feet, rolling his left shoulder back and forth to get all the kinks out of it before it was his turn at the dish.
"A friend, hmm? Are you sure it's only a friend and not something a little... more?" Emily asked, her smile widening when she say the small blush arise over the bridge of her captain's nose. "I knew it! So who is it? I never really pictured you with a guy, but I don't mind. It only makes it more interesting..."
"Oh, stop prying already and leave Johnny out of this," Michael said without realizing it. A few moments later, he gasped and his entire face turned bright red as he finally let his secret out.
"Oh my God!" Emily squealed, before she grabbed Michael's hand and pulled him down onto the bench next to her. She leaned closer to him, her eyes sparkling behind her large glasses. "You don't mean Johnny from the Majestics, do you? How did that happen! I never thought he was like that either. I have to update our database!"
"Emily!"
"I was only joking, Michael. I try to make a little joke and you go balistic on me. Don't worry, you're secret is safe with me."
Michael breathed a sigh of relief, before flashing his teammate one of his trademark grins. "Thanks Em, feels kinda good to let that out."
"Let what out?" a voice interrupted him from behind, and Michael turned to see another familiar red head behind him. The All-Star's grin widened as he rose from the bench and walked over to meet his boyfriend, giving him a slap on the back since they weren't the type to display their relationship in public.
"Emily just found out about us," Michael said with a fond rolling of the eyes.
"Oh, did she now?" Johnny asked as he peeked around the taller red-head and leveled a small glare at the owner of Trygator, who just smiled and waved in return.
"It's no big deal. She promised not to tell anyone and I trust her."
"That's fine then, I don't care. I just came down to see how you're doing. How's the arm? Is it still bugging ya? I saw you with the heat pack so I'm gonna assume that it's not back to 100% yet..."
"You got that right," Michael sighed, before giving his boyfriend a grin. "But I'll be fine. It's only three rounds, two if I can pull out a quick win. Then I'll just ice it up and let Director Judy have a look at it."
"If you're sure..." Johnny said, doubt in his voice before he pushed Michael down on the bench then stood behind him. He put both hands on the jock's left shoulder, and began to knead, trying to work out the knots and tension. As he worked, he glanced over his shoulder at Eddy and Steve, who were looking at him strangely. His eyes narrowed before he barked out. "What are you looking at? Never seen a shoulder massage before? Honestly..."
Michael couldn't help but smirk. Johnny's temper was definately one thing that hadn't changed since they had gotten together. If possible, it had only gotten worse. Whenever anyone even looked at them strangely, it wouldn't last long with Johnny there. He'd always let them know that they were looking at the wrong people. And you wouldn't even want to know what happens when Michael's fan club decides to pay him a visit...
After the massage and getting his check up from Emily to ensure that he was ready for a battle, it was time for the final match.
Michael approached the dish, his baseball clutched tightly in his left hand as he leveled a glare at his opponent, and waiting for the introductions to be done before the dish was revealed.
"Disney land? Just great..." Michael muttered to himself as he watched the dish rise. Cinderella's castle was placed in the middle, with lots of small rides around it. There wouldn't be much room for the blade to get around, since it was meant to stay on the 'sidewalk' area of the dish. It would take care aim to get his blade to go exactly where he wanted it to go, to the left side of the castle where he would have maximum control of the dish and could easily overtake his opponent.
Unfortunately, this would do a number on his arm.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I don't own Beyblade or any of it's characters. I'm just borrowing them for my own amusement.
Chapter One: And So It Begins...
The crowd errupted in cheers and applause as Steve won the second round in the Finals of the North American tournament. It had been close, but his Tryhorn had just managed to knock the opposing blade out of the ring before it lost momentum and rolled to the center of the dish with a clutter. The teams were told that they would have a half hour break until the final match.
"Are you sure you want to battle, Michael?" Emily asked as she sat down next to the red-head, watching as he pressed a heat pack to his sore shoulder. "I can always battle for you. I woul~"
"No! I'm going to battle, Emily. I got a... friend out in the crowd who's come all the way from Europe just to see this final match, and I'm -not- about to let him down!" Michael said as he tossed the bag aside and got to his feet, rolling his left shoulder back and forth to get all the kinks out of it before it was his turn at the dish.
"A friend, hmm? Are you sure it's only a friend and not something a little... more?" Emily asked, her smile widening when she say the small blush arise over the bridge of her captain's nose. "I knew it! So who is it? I never really pictured you with a guy, but I don't mind. It only makes it more interesting..."
"Oh, stop prying already and leave Johnny out of this," Michael said without realizing it. A few moments later, he gasped and his entire face turned bright red as he finally let his secret out.
"Oh my God!" Emily squealed, before she grabbed Michael's hand and pulled him down onto the bench next to her. She leaned closer to him, her eyes sparkling behind her large glasses. "You don't mean Johnny from the Majestics, do you? How did that happen! I never thought he was like that either. I have to update our database!"
"Emily!"
"I was only joking, Michael. I try to make a little joke and you go balistic on me. Don't worry, you're secret is safe with me."
Michael breathed a sigh of relief, before flashing his teammate one of his trademark grins. "Thanks Em, feels kinda good to let that out."
"Let what out?" a voice interrupted him from behind, and Michael turned to see another familiar red head behind him. The All-Star's grin widened as he rose from the bench and walked over to meet his boyfriend, giving him a slap on the back since they weren't the type to display their relationship in public.
"Emily just found out about us," Michael said with a fond rolling of the eyes.
"Oh, did she now?" Johnny asked as he peeked around the taller red-head and leveled a small glare at the owner of Trygator, who just smiled and waved in return.
"It's no big deal. She promised not to tell anyone and I trust her."
"That's fine then, I don't care. I just came down to see how you're doing. How's the arm? Is it still bugging ya? I saw you with the heat pack so I'm gonna assume that it's not back to 100% yet..."
"You got that right," Michael sighed, before giving his boyfriend a grin. "But I'll be fine. It's only three rounds, two if I can pull out a quick win. Then I'll just ice it up and let Director Judy have a look at it."
"If you're sure..." Johnny said, doubt in his voice before he pushed Michael down on the bench then stood behind him. He put both hands on the jock's left shoulder, and began to knead, trying to work out the knots and tension. As he worked, he glanced over his shoulder at Eddy and Steve, who were looking at him strangely. His eyes narrowed before he barked out. "What are you looking at? Never seen a shoulder massage before? Honestly..."
Michael couldn't help but smirk. Johnny's temper was definately one thing that hadn't changed since they had gotten together. If possible, it had only gotten worse. Whenever anyone even looked at them strangely, it wouldn't last long with Johnny there. He'd always let them know that they were looking at the wrong people. And you wouldn't even want to know what happens when Michael's fan club decides to pay him a visit...
After the massage and getting his check up from Emily to ensure that he was ready for a battle, it was time for the final match.
Michael approached the dish, his baseball clutched tightly in his left hand as he leveled a glare at his opponent, and waiting for the introductions to be done before the dish was revealed.
"Disney land? Just great..." Michael muttered to himself as he watched the dish rise. Cinderella's castle was placed in the middle, with lots of small rides around it. There wouldn't be much room for the blade to get around, since it was meant to stay on the 'sidewalk' area of the dish. It would take care aim to get his blade to go exactly where he wanted it to go, to the left side of the castle where he would have maximum control of the dish and could easily overtake his opponent.
Unfortunately, this would do a number on his arm.
TO BE CONTINUED...