Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, I don't own the BEGA Five, and I don't own Nyan Cat! Not the music, the image, or the torturous (and somewhat addictive) combination! (Oh yeah, and I don't own Brooklyn either… *wishes she did*) Thanks again to iXheartXdemy-chan for the inspiration!
The BEGA Five
For Brooklyn, it was a peaceful day. Training had been canceled (Hiro was ill), and our favorite redhead was currently lying outside on his back in a meadow, watching the birds. That he heard Ming-Ming's scream was very unfortunate. Very unfortunate indeed.
After weighing the options of her being attacked by a knife-wielding madman or rabid fanboys, or her just being excited, he decided it would probably be best if he went to check on her. He could see the headlines: Ming-Ming Love is Kidnapped/Murdered; Teammate Lies Half Asleep in Meadow. That wouldn't look good… not at all. Gently shooing all of the woodland creatures that had gathered around him away, he headed back towards the house.
When he got to the house, she was nowhere in sight. He ran up to her room. There she was, sitting in front of her laptop, stiff as a board. Great… what has she found now? "Ming-Ming?"
"OMG BROOKLYN!" She squealed, jumping up. "YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!" He could practically see the emoticons and smiley faces in her words as she dragged him over to the screen, where a YouTube window was open.
A video was playing.
Said video involved a cat with a cherry pop-tart body running through outer space with a rainbow trailing behind it. "What is this…?" He asked, not sure whether or not he wanted to know.
"It's Nyan Cat!" Ming-Ming said as though it should have been obvious. "Silly, haven't you ever heard of it? It's like, one of the latest things!" For some strange reason, Brooklyn doubted that. He was almost certain that self-harm wasn't in style in most places, if any. And watching this for… did that timer really say ten hours? Watching anything for that long was sure to bring about insanity. "And it has the CUTEST little song too! Listen!" With that, Ming-Ming ripped the earbuds out of the jack they had been plugged into and turned up the volume.
Poor Brooklyn almost had a heart attack. However, because he was too young to have one, he passed out in a dead faint instead. "Brooklyn?" Ming-Ming asked innocently, "Brooklyn, are you okay?"
Mystel walked in just then, to see Brooklyn crumpled in a pile on the floor and Ming-Ming looking like a murder had just been committed. However, he was smart enough to address the more immediate threat first. "Ming-Ming, what the hell is with that music?"
"It's Nyan Cat!" Ming-Ming chirped. "Isn't it so cute!" Mentally, Mystel gagged.
"Not… not really, no…" Outwardly, Mystel acted like his usual indifferent self, aside from the mild stutter brought about by listening to this stupidity. "You should feel lucky that Brooklyn's unconscious and Crusher and Garland are both off training or something, or you'd be dead by now… or at least the computer would be." Ming-Ming twitched, as though she wanted to jump up and protect the computer from the non-existent threats. In the meantime, the noise droned on. Maybe 'squealed' would be a better term. Or 'shrilled'. This cat was worse than Ming-Ming!
I can't take it, he thought desperately. Must. Kill. Computer. But he knew Ming-Ming would probably hate him for the rest of the week (eternity to her) and write an awful song about her 'feelings' and sing it for said week. Between the cat and her singing, he chose the cat. Now, to take care of Brooklyn, who was still lying on the floor; out cold. "Brooklyn?" He asked gently. "C'mon, wake up…" He slapped his teammate's face gently, trying to rouse him.
"Is it gone?" Brooklyn muttered. "Is the cat gone? That is the only animal I have ever wanted to harm in my life." Ming-Ming's mouth fell open into a small 'o', and she sat down hard in her hot-pink swivel chair, causing it to roll back and hit the desk as she clutched at her heart.
"He's gone insane!" She gasped. Her laptop, which was still playing the horrendous music, wobbled gently on the edge of the desk. Then it picked up momentum.
"-" There was a crash, and then silence.
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When Garland and Crusher returned from training (Mystel's assumption had been correct), they found Brooklyn sitting on the back patio, feeding a bird from the palm of his hand, Mystel sitting contentedly in a tree, and Ming-Ming… nowhere in sight.
"Mystel," Brooklyn called across the yard as the bird fluttered off, "Do you see her?" Garland watched Mystel climb a bit higher into the tree, then scramble back down.
"Yeah," he called back, "Do you have the earplugs?" Garland and Crusher were both thoroughly confused. Ming-Ming had sworn that she would never practice her singing in the house; why did they need earplugs?
Unfortunately, not soon after the pop singer came back home with a brand new hot-pink laptop, they found out.
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AN: Um… I don't know what to say about this, except I hope it was somewhat funny… Please review? And please leave a request for the team you want featured in the next chapter! All requests will be honored!
Honestly, I didn't think this one was all that funny… Maybe I'll write a follow-up to it in a later chapter.