It's Just For Fun, Right?
by Shadou-sama
Chapter 7 - Yuri Is Slash

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.

The next morning, things went very smoothly in training. Or at least teammate wise. The actual training was still as hard as ever, possibly even harder. Boris seemed to take Bryan and Shadra's loss as a lack of skill, rather than Mariah and Lee were simply better.

Currently, they sat in Math class in a corner. The rest of the students had yet to arrive.

"In Russia, my name isn't Tala," Ivanov said.

"Why'd you change it?" Shadra asked.

"His name's Yuri," Bryan said.

"As in girl on girl slash?" Bryan nodded. She laughed.

"Shut up, Chaton," Tala said. She put her hands up in defense, but had trouble holding them up because of her giggling. Taking one look at Tala's expression, she took a few minutes to calm down.

"No more laughing," she said.

"Bryan's name was Boris," Tala said.

"That must've been confusing," Shadra said.

"Not really. We called Boris Balkov, his first name."

"And the team was Neo Borg."

"I get it! Because your bit-beasts all end in –borg." They nodded. "So who was your fourth member?"

"A short kid named Ivan," Tala said. "He decided to stay in Moscow."

"What about you?" Bryan asked.

"What about me what?"

"Your blading history, moron."

"Hey! I just didn't know what you meant," she said the last part kind of meekly. She leaned back in her desk, looking up at the ceiling. "Last year I was on the Bladebreakers' team. Then Eddy moved here last year. Max took my spot, and Eddy took his spot on the All Starz."

"During the beyblading season?"

"Well, no. They put up with me until after Finals passed. But this year, they changed it up. I was gone all summer too, so I couldn't argue my case or make them feel guilty."

Mariah and her boyfriend walked in, the pink-haired girl fuming and Rei looking like she'd been this way since yesterday's match. Shadra didn't even notice her until she slammed her Math text on the desk that the black-haired girl was sitting at.

"What the hell!" Mariah yelled. Her arm was bandaged where it had been mysteriously sliced.

"Uh…"

"Uh…! That's all you have to say for yourself!"

"Huh…"

"Oh so much more articulate! Maybe you and your giant vocabulary can tell me why you lied to me!"

"What?"

"You don't even remember! I'll refresh your memory!" She slammed her hands down on the table again. "Lying to me about your strategy! When I told you ours truthfully!"

"Oh… Did you really think that I'd just give up my team's plan?"

"You didn't have to say yes! You could have refused! Instead, you lie! You cheat!—"

"You won."

"That's not the point! You could've done many other things, but instead you choose to lie to me! Your friend! I hope that your team is good company because I'm never speaking to you again!"

"Okay."

"What do you mean okay! Is our friendship worth nothing to you!"

"This sounds an awful lot like speaking to me."

Mariah hmphed, then strode across the room to sit down. Shadra turned back to her teammates. While they had been fighting, other students had come in, and now the match was all everyone could talk about. And why wouldn't they? Betrayal, ending friendships, and beyblade makes an awfully irresistible combination. Through in Mariah and Lee's mysterious injuries and it could be in the tabloids.

"What? She really did that?" Oliver asked. Mariah nodded, too furious to speak. Rei had had to explain it. The usual group, minus the traitor, and plus Kai and Lee, were sitting on the exact opposite side of the room from the Demolition Boys.

"Kai, what great and insightful wisdom do you have to beseech us?" Rei asked, playing it up again, not knowing that Kai really didn't like it. He was blushing on the inside.

"Teenagers are bound to move through several groups in high school. They lie, they tease, they steal, and they mock, especially towards their old friends. It's only natural," Kai said.

"So that makes it alright?" Mariah practically yelled.

"No, just that you should calm down a little."

"N—"

"Kai's right," Lee said, cutting her off. "It's useless to get so worked up about it."

"How can I not? With her smugness, and her smart ass-ness, and all of them going 'He, he, he.'"

"Did you remember to do your homework?" Lee asked.

Mariah's face fell from the angry fangy grimace. "No…I'm going to fail," she said, clasping her hands onto her face.

"See? You haven't thought about her for three seconds," Lee said.

Mariah sighed. They obviously won't understand her plight since they had yet to come one-on-one with Demolition Boy Shadra. But she doubted it wouldn't take very long.


"Hi, Emily," Kenny said as he boldly walked up to her in the cafeteria. It was lunch period, and the large room was humming from the student body.

"Oh, hey Kenny," she said, looking up from her laptop.

He sat down across from her, the only nearby available seat. "That tag-team tournament was really something," he said.

Emily nodded. "I just wish I had some data from it… Darn, I really should've went."

"I've got information," Kenny said, remembering the video footage and profiles Kai and Rei had brought back for him. "Maybe tonight we could go over it."

"Sorry, I can't. Max and I are going out."

"Oh…"


Shadra winced as she changed into her gym uniform. Her bruises, now a not-so-healthy dark purple, were the cause. She sighed, looking down at herself. Some were fully viewable now, which were previously covered by her school uniform. A necklace of bruises hung around her neck.

Maybe Mariah would get over their little fight long enough to ask her about it. But all the pink-haired girl was 'hmphed', and fingered her bandage. None of the other girls asked, seeing as how none of them wished to feel the cat girl's wrath. Shadra sighed.

To be continued...