Books and Beyblades
Disclaimer: I don't own, nor do I claim to.
Warnings: Yaoi: TalaBryan, eventual KaiRei, serious oocness, and language.
Before you begin! I apologize in advance if this idea has(and I think it has…) been all ready written. But I can assure you, this all comes from the dark depths of my deranged mind… I hope you enjoy!
Prelude
'What do ya mean, "dumb"?' Tyson Granger, ever the annoying bugger, shrieked, slamming his fist on the conference table.
At the head, Mr. Dickinson just smiled.
'I never said that you were dumb, Tyson- just that it would be bad if you were.'
'Too late for some of us…'
The brunette glared at the older boy across the table from him, his team captain smirking slightly. Tyson quietened for the moment.
'So yes, as I was saying, we can't have 3 of our best teams un-educated. None of you are supposed to be out of school yet.'
'Get to the point…' the red-head at the other end of the table snapped loudly, momentarily stopping the graffiti of his spread sheet.
Mr. Dickinson, having learnt to deal with Russian patience, just nodded and cleared his throat.
'We're going to school you all…'
Silence fell over the group.
'Come again…?' Leeroy spoke up moments later.
'The BBA have the means to educate you all. It'll be like a boarding school!'
Kai, seated in between Mr. Dickinson and Rei, snorted, glancing at his former team and "pink Satan", a nickname so lovingly dubbed to, accurately, describe Mariah.
'I DON'T have a death wish, thanks.'
Only Rei saw the humour in the comment, therefore biting his tongue.
'Either way, you- Kai, Rei, Tyson and Max of The Bladebreakers, Lee, Kevin, Gary and Mariah of White Tiger X and Tala and Bryan of the Blitzkrieg Boys shall ALL attend classes.'
'Dun dun DUN!' Tala smirked, causing a few chuckles or dirty looks.
'With all due respect, Mr. D,' Kevin brushed a few strands of forest jade hair from in front of his eyes, 'We belong in China…'
The balding man shook his head, smiling.
'It's all been cleared up.'
'Goody…' Lee's sarcasm was obvious.
'So… we're going to school together?' Mariah, who had been oddly silent till then, chirped up.
'Yes.'
'Oh crap.'
'Language, Bryan.'
'Fuck off, Granger.'
From the front of the room, Mr. Dickinson and Hiro exchanged looks akin to worry.
Maybe they should have taken out insurance…
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