Belzo in the Morning
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Beyblade series.
Pairing: Bell x Ranzo tension.
Summary:
Belligerent and the Beast.
"Are you DONE yet?" The ten-year-old's spit flew into the other's face.
"Hold still and stop rushing me, amigo!" Ranzo barked with eyeliner in hand. Barked…because he might as well be Bell's dog. If dogs could do their masters' makeup every morning.
"I can't believe it takes you this long to do this! Jiji would be done by now! You better not make me look like a clown, Ranzo!"
A clown? That was redundant, in Ranzo's opinion.
"If you believe you can do this without me, I'll be happy to get out of your spiky hair!" The blond physically pushed Bell's mohawk aside. "Which is stabbing me in the eye, by the way!"
This coming from the guy with a drill for hair! And a sharp object at his disposal!
"Ow!" Bell blinked in discomfort. "You poked me in the eye, loser!"
Ranzo was a beast!
And Bell was…Bell.
Tale as old as time. Only, this was Ranzo's life now. He was the one locked up…The beast slaving for a "human."
Belligerent and the Beast.
"How would you like it if I –?"
"What was that? The Demon King knows how it feels to be stabbed in the eye? I told you to sit still!"
"WHY DO I PUT UP WITH THIS?" Bell didn't sit still on the stool, thrashing like a baby.
"Because your Gramps thinks you're old enough to do your own guyliner, which you're not! And be-cuz you looove me~!" Ranzo laughed.
"I don't – OWW! – love you, Ranzo! I can do it myself!"
Ranzo called Bell's bluff. "All yours, Demon King."
"Why you!"
"Ha-hah! I got you! Now stay put while I make you presentable!"
Bell wasn't going to a ball, but he was balling a fist.
He clamped it repeatedly like he had a stress reliever ball in it.