Beyblade Roleplay (...of doom)
Note: Piddle, converstation, 07785 yami's #, shuggles
So this is the first fanfic myself, Courtney, and my friend, Kim, have written. We don't own any of this ok well there are two female characters that are ours but the rest is just not. Kim has this thing where she puts a lot of '...' and I have this thing where whenever I have someone ask a question or make someone confused there's not one question mark but three. '?' and this '!' too or '!'. See like that. Don't mind them. Anyway, so read, review. We also wrote little side notes on some of the pages. Don't mind them because we decided to throw those in there to, show you what we're like.
CHAPTER 1 French Connection
Kamaho sat alone in her room; deep inside Oliver's mansion.
"My loyal friends." She whispered to herself, as she stared down at her beyblade. Kamaho wore her usual blue jeans, half covered by a black and blue wrap; with a black tank top over a cerulean blue shirt.
"Wonder what Japan's like?" she questioned as she looked up at the rapping on the door. "Come in!" she yelled at the door; standing and fixing her hair by the mirror while doing it.
The door opened and it was Oliver. His bright green hair sticking out from under his blue hat. He also had his white shirt sticking out from under his black overcoat. He was readjusting his goggles when he entered. "It's time to go."
Kamaho smiled then followed her friend to his family's private plane. The bells clanked from the wrap as they walked together down the long empty hallway.
"Are ya nervous?" Oliver asked.
"Yes." Replied Kamaho as she looked away, and slightly blushed.
"Well don't be. You'll be just fine." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "I no you'll be great."
Kamaho blushed crimson as she reached her hand up and grabbed his; she then smiled up at him. BAM! echoed through the hall as Kamaho landed flat upon her now even more red face.
" Are you ok!" Oliver asked. Then he went to help her up.
Kamaho rolled over laughing, her face redder then ever. "I'm such a klutz." She sighed; as her expression turned morbid as she sighed again.
"Would u take my hand so I can help u up." His hand still stretched out to her.
She smiles as she extends her hand and grabs his. "Thanks." She says calmly as she gets to her feet.
"Come on we've got to get to the plane before it decides to leave without us."
"Oui." She smiled to him again as they continued down the hall.
"Are you sure your ok? It looked like you fell pretty hard." He asked.
"No, I'm fine... just nervous I guess." She shuffled and fixed her and then scuffled the hair that was peeking from Oliver's hat.
"I already told you. Don't be nervous. You'll be the best one there."
"Well I have come a long way from blowing up your beystadium/beach house." She laughs.
"Exactly, I can't wait for you to meet Tyson and his team."
Laughs... "yeah from what I heard their characters... I want to beyblade with them!" she looks pumped, holding her fists to her face.
"I'm sure they'd love to."
"Yata!" she yells as they board the plane, "Hehe. I've been studying my Japanese. "Holds up dictionary "yata mean hurray." She smiles.
"Yes it does. It's always good to know the language of the place your going to."
"Anyway do you mind if I sleep on the trip?" she sits.
"Go ahead." He sits next to her. "I may sleep to."
She smirks. "Of course you can Oliver-chan... er... kun" she laughs.
"Well I'm glad it's ok with you if I sleep on my own plane." He smirked at her.
She again laughs. "Sorry I heard you wrong... may I ly on you?"
"Well... yes. Yes you can."
"Arigato." She states as she rests her head on his shoulder.
"You're welcome." He lay his head on top of hers.
She again blushes as she reaches her hand around Oliver's waist and snuggles to him.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders again and fell asleep right away.
Kamaho quickly fell asleep as well, before the plane even got off the ground, a smile rests upon her face as she lyes on the one she secretly cares for.