Disclaimer: There is a serious lack of Beyblade ownership over here. Maybe it should be checked up...
Sake-crossed Lovers
By Evil Cheese of Doom
Takao stared into the distance. Ten-year BBA Revolution Team reunion today. How... fun. He shifted on the futon.
There came a knock at his front door. "Come in, Rei," he groaned. Rei came bouncing in.
"Takao! How are you?! Life's great, isn't it?"
"You just picked up another girl, didn't you." It was a statement, not a question.
"Yep."
"Rei, that's your eighth girlfriend this week. The first one didn't even last for an hour."
"So?"
"Hold yourself back, man! You're getting a rep for being a serious playboy!"
"Ah. I can't help it!"
Takao grunted and continued to stare.
"You're depressed, aren't you?"
"Thank you very much, Captain Obvious."
Rei thought for a moment. Why would Takao be depressed? Maybe it has something to do with his love life. Maybe... ah-ha! He likes Kai, but can't tell him because Kai'd just laugh or glare or something. He's probably been in love with him from the start. Well, Max and I can fix that...
"We're meeting at Kai's at six," Rei told Takao brightly, then left. "See you there!"
"Right..." Takao muttered, and lay down to ease his headache.
Kai finished pinning up the decorations. Rei had been very specific; no skimping on the 'pretties'. He snorted and muttered., "Bet he's bringing some girl along. Maybe two. Maybe more. He just has to show off the fact that he can get at least ten girlfriends every week Eh, at least maybe I can get out before Takao and his date start a huge foodfight again."
Last year, Takao and Mariko had started a food fight that had lasted for five hours and destroyed his main sound system. He'd liked that sound system. Kai was particularly fond of Misha, the left speaker. Max had nearly killed himself laughing when he found out that Kai had named a speakerbox after his first girlfriend. Kai's hand wobbled and he missed the streamers with the staplegun.
Luckily, he had moved his other hand before putting the gun down.
Max got off the phone. "Damn," he muttered. "Stupid caterers. Stupid Kai. Where's Takao when you really really really need him?"
His dad leant through the door. "Max, are you sure you don't want me to cook?"
"Dad, I can cook! The phone works, too! Last time you made sushi-nori, the yaki nori got food poisoning... and I'm not even going to think about your tenpura."
"It isn't that bad..."
"Dad, you turn wasabi purple! I'm sure that nobody else on Earth can make food worse than yours, not even Dr Saggart!"
"You've never eaten his cooking."
"I have! Zio invited us over last year. I mean, even Yuriy Ivanov's socks probably taste better than your cooking."
"Max, have you been smoking something?"
"Salmon, yes."
"Then I won't cook. Why don't you do it yourself?"
"Good idea..."
Max got up and wandered into the kitchen.
"Dad, were you going to make Maccas-voucher tenpura?"
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