Warnings: Some foul language, I doubt there will be any pairings
Dedications: Written while thinking of Ray-Tiger-Cat in mind (I dunno why, RTC…)…and also written while reading Lady Blade WarAngel's Bladebreakers 'Tragic Past' Series…it's really good, check it out, and her hyperness and coke really got me started on this. So this chapter dedicated to RTC and Lady Blade.
Pairings: None…yet…I myself don't know if there will ever be any, so don't ask
Summary: The Bladebreakers, Majestics and Demo Boys turn into fishes…Tala can you give me the disclaimer please?
Tala: NO!! You TURNED ME INTO A FISH!
Me: o0 well I won't change you back into normal if you don't say the disclaimer for me
Tala: -gives Inner Dragon the evil death glare of doom- OK FINE!! Inner-Dragon does not own Beyblade, not now, not ever, and let's hope she never does, and she also does not own any of the fishes she may or may not mention. Including the poor Pompano.
Me: Thanks, Tala Characters won't be too OOC maybe a bit once in a while but I'll try and keep them in character. Now that I'm all done rambling, on with the fic.
Tala: Good. The sooner this gets started, the sooner it gets finished.
Me: -glares at Tala-
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WTF happened?!
"…" means talking
'…' means thoughts
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"OH MY GOD!!!" A scream echoed through the Kinomiya dojo. Luckily for the one screaming, the dojo's owner, Grandpa Kinomiya, had decided to go on holiday to the Caribbean two days ago, leaving his grandson and friends to take care of themselves for a couple of months.
"SHUT THE HELL UP TYSON!" Ray awoke irritatedly to Tyson's yelling. He had an annoyed look on his face at being woken up so rudely.
Tyson's eyes were basketball shaped. "O.O Someone's pissy when woken up early…"
"Not early, just rudely," Ray rudely informed him, laying back down and shifting his arms, finding that they were…..flapping? 'What the hell?' he mentally exclaimed. 'Is it just me or do my arms feel significantly…shorter?'
Meanwhile Tyson's yell had woken up Max as well (who was also feeling a little bit pissy with the loud and rude awakening). Max's eyes had literally bugged out when he realized he had some sort of a tail and could swish it back and forth…….it had shocked him so much that he couldn't speak (for once).
Daichi had jumped awake when Ray had shouted back at Tyson. He was startled to discover…green legs. "WHAT THE HELL? WHY THE FCK ARE MY LEGS GREEN???????????" (A/N: Daichi has such a potty mouth XD I didn't write out the word because I'm keeping the rating low on this…little kids would have fun reading this)
"GREEN? WHO THE HELL CARES ABOUT GREEN, MONKEYBOY!!" a girl shouted. "LOOK AT ME! LOOK!! I have glowing blue skin! The glowing bit's fine but the blue -!! My immaculate beauty transformed into ugly blueness in one second!!" She burst into tears after her rant.
"Why the heck is everyone shou – OHMYFREAKINGGOD!! WHY AM I SO SMALLLLLL??????" A formerly bespectacled short boy whined. "And where are my glasses?" he added as an afterthought.
Meanwhile the last occupant of the dojo hadn't said anything in his typical fashion. He was just…inspecting himself. Freaked out to discover that he had…fangs. 'What the freakin crap?!' his eyes bugged out also but nobody noticed as no-one was paying him any attention. 'I'm not Ray………….so why do I have fangs? Have I changed into Ray overnight or something?! Does this have anything to do with my grandfather –eeeaauuurrgh- I mean Voltaire …that 'grandfather' bit left a yucky taste in my mouth… or Boris?' Little did Kai know that he was the only one on the right track about changing into something else…
"WE. ARE. FISHESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!" everyone in the dojo (minus Kai who just rolled his eyes at the obvious statement) screamed out simultaneously, flopping about in the plastic bag left on the windowsill. (A/N: XD BWAHAHAHAHAHA I'm laughing so hard writing this!! Bwahahahahahammmffffft!! Tala: You were talking too much I had to shut you up. Me: o0 get outta here Tal, you're not coming till the next couple bits Tala: hmmmpf).
Meanwhile 3 countries around the world……..
A certain redhead had woken up to find that he was rather...uncomfortable.
"Errrr……..someone plan on telling me any time soon why the hell I have fang teeth and why the fck I'm gray?" he asked calmly but with a telltale deadly twitch in his eyebrow.
"Shut up you're so self centered…why the heck can't I freaking MOVE????" a person known as Bryan asked.
(A/N: Yes they are being idiots. They can't see each other right now…they'll figure it out soon that they're fishes…they're just too preoccupied with the weird feelings right now)
"I dunno…Ian how come you're strangely quiet today?" Tala shrugged and turned – err, tried to turn– to his teammate Ian.
"MAYBE CUZ I'M YELLOW?" Ian yelled with a dangerous twitch in his tiny eyebrow (A/N: XD I can so imagine that)
The last teen in the room sweatdropped. "Don't see why you're so bothered."
"Wouldn't expect you to, Spencer," Tala snarled.
"Oh shut up," the one known as Spencer mildly shot back. "I have no reason to com –WHATAMINUTE. Why do I feel so …wet?" he inquired, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. (A/N: giggles evilly oh my poor muses and the rest of these characters)
"NOW he catches on!" Bryan snarled.
"Cough cough. Guys."
"WHAT?!" Bryan glared daggers at Tala, his temper already frayed. Everyone knew Bryan had a short patience.
"Erm…don't look at me like that…but…" Tala seemed to have lost his temper and bravado all of a sudden.
"What?! Just spit it out already Ivanov!!" Bryan raised his eyebrows in annoyance.
"…I think we're fishes…left inside a plastic bag on our windowsill…" Tala finished quietly.
There was a silence. A LONG silence. Then–
"WHAT?!" Ian screamed.
"HOW THE HECK IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!" Spencer seemed to have lost his usual cool.
"…With that nutter Boris and that maniacal Voltaire around, anything's possible…" Tala muttered sarcastically.
"IVANOV DID YOU DO SOMETHING??????????" Bryan roared. He was beyond furious.
Poor Tala cowered. "NO!! I woke up like this too!! Geez!" he huffed.
Bryan, Ian, and Spencer: O.O
Meanwhile halfways across Europe…
The one Scott known as Johnny McGregor had awoken to find himself…no longer quite himself. "What the hell?" he mumbled, still in his state of half-sleepyness and wakefulness. "I don't…feel too much like…normal…" he stated, extremely annoyed by now. He swiveled around to face a full-length mirror that suspiciously hadn't been there before…and…screamed. (A/N: -sweatdrop- I hear Johnny in my head…) His eyes bugged out of his head…literally. (A/N: a fish's eyes always bug out, I think).
"What the fck??" Robert mumbled (A/N: tehe…the 'couth' one has a potty mouth XD) "Johnny just shut up, why do you have to be so uncouth? This early in the morning too…" he moaned and rolled over to avoid the sunlight piercing through, burying his head – or trying to anyway – in his pillow, which was now surprisingly, or not, gone…
Through all the fuss, two other beybladers, namely Enrique and Oliver had woken up…cutely cuddled together. (A/N: Awwwwwww that is so cute…I'm becoming addicted to that pairing) They both sprang apart with a pink blush staining their cheeks, avoiding looking into each other's eyes.
"Brrrr…I feel kinda…umm…cold…" Oliver mumbled.
Enrique rolled his eyes. "You are such a girl, Oliver."
"No, I'm not," the French shot back.
"Yeah, right…" Enrique muttered disbelievingly under his breath.
Oliver huffed and glared at the blonde.
"Okay, okay, point taken," Enrique mildly let go of the argument. "In all technicalities, you are a boy. But…actually, what the fck happened to my beautiful hair?!" Enrique wailed no longer feeling that his hair was perfect, or so he put it.
It was Oliver's turn to roll his eyes. "Now who's being the girl?" he smirked.
Enrique shot a dagger-glare at him before resuming his whining.
"Quiet!!" Robert shouted with a natural edge of authority in his voice…or well it didn't exactly come out as a shout. Not a normal shout anyway. More of a high-pitched squeak. It seemed to unnerve him for a little while before he composed himself. "Anyway, as I was saying…" he continued his train of thought. "This, according to me, seems to be a very uncouth situation. We seem to have turned into fish." He observed calmly, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening to them.
Johnny, however, could not stay too calm at that. Hence, he exploded. "WHATTTT?!! WHYYYYY? What happened? Can someone explain this to me please…?" He asked with a dangerous twitch in his tiny eyebrow.
"No-one knows what happened, you prick," Enrique interjected before Robert could go off on another long-winded speech about "uncouthness". "Fact is, we're fishes. And fact is…my hair is ruinnnnned!!!" he wailed dramatically.
"But what do we do now?" Oliver asked, feeling a bit scared.
"I…"
"Have a plan?" Enrique asked hopefully. Johnny just glared at everyone, still extremely pissed off.
"…No." Robert muttered quietly and embarrassedly. "…I have no idea what to do."
And all the others just anime felled…
…Only to land in a splash of water.
FINI…TBC
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Well? You like? I'm really sorry for all the author's notes. I really, honestly, truly could not resist. I was…hyper while writing this. And I just had to keep putting my thoughts in the author's notes…gomen. Tehe XD I seem to write it best under the influence of coffee and sugar and coke and tons of other hyper inducers…
So yup. Please excuse the A/Ns. And, oh, review, please, I need feedback to be able to update!