[Silver Swiftness: Hey everyone! This is Silver Swiftness here and this is my first fic (yes, finally!). This fic is going to have Hilary from Vforce in it, but probably no other Vforce characters. This story is very AU (what does that stand for anyway?). Right now, there probably won't be any pairings, but if you guys want me to have pairings (non-yaoi), I can try to fit them in somewhere, although they'll probably only be slight and on the side. I hope you like this chapter and please read and review! Thanks!]
Summary: Because of a new BBA rule, the Bladebreakers must find a new female member. Taking advantage of Max's visiting cousin, they believe they've solved their problem! Too bad they overlooked one little thing…
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.
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Spin AroundEpisode 1: Mr. D's Dilemma
"So it's confirmed, then? You're absolutely positive that this is going to be put into action? I don't want the boys to have to go through all the trouble for nothing…Yes. Yes, I understand completely. I will inform the boys immediately. All right, thank you. Goodbye now!" the plump, elderly man sat back in his chair and sighed. After dabbing his brow lightly with his handkerchief, he stood up and put on his olive green coat and placed his matching hat on his smooth head. "I don't think the boys are going to take to this very well…" he thought to himself as he quietly shut the door of his BBA office and headed to his car.
When Mr. Dickenson arrived at the Kinomiya's traditional styled dojo, he could tell that the boys were all outside practicing their Beyblading techniques. He walked slowly through the entrance into the courtyard and followed the stone pathway around to the back of the main building.
"Hello, boys." He called out as cheerfully as he could when he spotted the navy haired preteen in a heated argument with a brunette haired girl. "I'm glad to see that you've been practicing."
"Wha—Hey! Mr. D!" Tyson laughed and ran towards the visitor. "How's it going Mr.D?"
After the other Bladebreakers and Hilary had gathered around, Mr. Dickenson spoke. "I'm afraid I have some news for you. I'm not sure how'll you'll take to it but…" he paused.
"Afraid? Is it something bad?" the blonde haired boy asked, his brow furrowing slightly in worry.
"Yeah, is someone trying to take over the world again?" Ray asked.
"No, no. Of course not!" Mr. Dickenson waved his hands in front of him. "There are not villainous plots to take over the world…at the moment anyway. But what I have come to inform you of will give you a bit of work to do--"
"Okay, so spill!" Tyson replied impatiently, which awarded him a smack on the arm from Hilary. "Ow! Hey?! What was that for?!" he glared at the brunette who wore an expression of pure annoyance on her face.
"That was rude Tyson!" she replied. "Be polite—and watch your mouth!" she scolded, wagging her finger at him.
"You're not my mother! You can't tell me what to do, Hilary! So go boss some other kid around and leave me alone!" Tyson huffed and they both folded their arms across their chests defiantly and turned away from each other.
After the rest of the gang had sweatdropped Mr. Dickenson cleared his throat and continued. "As I was, er, saying…I have just been informed of a new BBA rule that has been put into action."
"A new rule?" Kenny asked, looking up from typing on his laptop. "What kind of rule? I haven't heard about this before…"
"Neither have I, Kenny, not before last week, but then I wasn't even sure if it was going to be put in action. Well, it's more of a regulation than a rule but it's really just the same thing." He paused to make sure the preteens were listening. "According to this new regulation, all Beyblade teams are obligated to have at least one female member to be acknowledged as an official team and to have the right to participate in any proceeding Beyblading events."
After a couple minutes of silence, Ray was the one who finally spoke up. "So…we have to have a girl on our team if we want to be able to blade in any official tournaments anymore?" Mr. Dickenson nodded. "But…why?"
"It has come to the attention of the BBA that now that Beyblading has increased in popularity, it has increased in popularity with the girls as well. And seeing that most of the official Beyblading teams don't have any female members at all, it seems that the females have been…complaining about the unfairness and inequality of the male female blader ratio."
"Arg! What are you guys talking about?!" Tyson suddenly exclaimed clutching his head. "I can't understand a word you're saying! Can you please speak in English?!" that earned him another whap from Hilary.
"Tyson!" she growled. "Be polite!"
"You should talk, Ms. Know-it-all! I don't think hitting people is very polite either!" the navy haired boy shot back.
"At least I'm not a pig like you, you walking disposal unit!" the irritated brunette fumed.
"At least I don't suck up to Miss Kinkaye all the time! 'Oh, Miss Kinaye, let me help you with that!' Or 'Miss Kinkaye, let me handle this, after all, I am the class president!'" Tyson mimicked.
"Shut up! It's not like you don't, you faker!" Hilary yelled. "'Oh! My lombego! Oh, it hurts, the pain!'" she clutched her stomach, and mimicked the day Tyson had wormed himself out of cleaning the classroom.
"I'm not the only faker around here!" Tyson retorted.
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too too too!"
"Are not not not!"
"Are too too too too too too too too too too too…"
"Are not not not not not not not not not not not…"
As Mr. Dickenson and the rest of the Bladebreakers sweatdropped and rolled their eyes, they returned their attention back to Mr. Dickenson and ignore Tyson and Hilary as best they could.
"What about Hilary?" the boy with two-toned blue hair spoke up, leaning against the wall of the dojo.
"Yeah! Doesn't she count?" Max asked eagerly.
"Well…does she Beyblade?" Mr. Dickenson asked.
"Well…not really…" Max replied slowly. "…No."
"I'm sorry boys, but I'm afraid that Hilary doesn't count. Your female member has to be a Beyblader."
"And Hilary doesn't even know how to hold a launcher… she doesn't even know what a launcher is." Tyson replied as he appeared beside his American friend, rubbing at his newly forming lumps on his head.
"I do too!" Hilary argued.
"Then what is it?" Tyson smirked.
Hilary's eyes widened. "Uh, well…um…it's the thingy that this other thingamabob goes into that let's you…uh…launch the other thingamajig." She stammered nervously, trying to be as confident as she could.
"Ha! See? Wrong! You're wrong!" Tyson exclaimed proudly pointing a finger at the steamed brunette. "What a faker! Haha! Yeah, I showed you! In your face, Hilary!!!" the navy haired boy did a funny little dance around the yard, hooting, jumping, and raving about how he was the best.
Hilary just stood there growling and unclenching and clenching her fists in annoyance. "ARRRGGG! THAT IS IT KINOMIYA! I HAVE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU AND YOUR STUPIDITY!" she roared before charging towards the unsuspecting boy, which started a frantic chase around the dojo and another round of sweatdrops.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Tyson yelled as he ran around trying to escape Hilary's angry wrath.
"AAAARRRGGGGG!!!" Hilary cried out in a sort of war cry as she chased Tyson around and around the dojo.
"Um…so what are we going to do?" the Chief pulled at his tie nervously as he brought the main subject back up. "I mean, there's a tournament coming up in two weeks!"
"Yeah, we can't just throw the towel now." Max stated. "We've worked too hard already to quit now!"
"But—what can we do?" Ray wondered aloud.
"Well, you could have tryouts." Mr. Dickenson suggested.
"But tryouts mean…" Ray realized.
"Rabid fangirls!" the gang shuddered.
"But, don't you boys like fans? That means you're well-known, people out there are rooting for you!" Mr. Dickenson pointed out.
"But with fans come…" Max began.
"Blader bashers!" the gang shuddered again.
"Blader… what?!" Mr. Dickenson inquired.
"Blader bashers!" the short brown-haired boy explained. "Like rabid fangirls…only crazier and the fact that they…despise us!"
"Mr. Dickenson's right." Kai separated himself from the dojo wall and strode towards the gang. "I hate to say it too, but if we want to keep Beybattling in official tournaments, we have to have to tryouts to find a new member. Even with rabid fangirls and blader bashers."
"So…that's it then." Kenny jumped when Tyson's voice came up from behind him. "We've got to find a girl blader. When are the tryouts?"
"That's…what we're trying to decide, Tyson." The Chief replied, eying Tyson's new bumps on his head.
"Why don't we start our search today?" Mr. Dickenson offered. "We can make posters and calls today and tomorrow. I can arrange for us to have a mini tournament at the Seaside Dome if there are that many Beybladers interested. If not, we can hold the tryouts at the park on Saturday."
"How's the tournament going to work?" Max wondered aloud.
"Hey, yeah! We can pair the contestants up against each other and whoever comes out on top will get to be a Bladebreaker!" Tyson exclaimed. Then he stopped and scratched his chin, looking doubtful. "But what if it doesn't work? What if none of the girls who tryout are good enough?"
"Well, there has to be at least one girl in this city that can blade." Ray commented.
"I don't know…" Tyson spoke slowly. "I just don't have a good feeling about this…"
Kai placed a hand on his navy-haired friend's shoulder. "With you Tyson…" he smirked. "It's probably just gas."
Tyson brushed the team captain's hand away as everyone laughed. "I resent that!" he growled. And everyone laughed harder.
When everyone had calmed down, Hilary said, "So, when do we get started?"
"How about now? I'll go back to my office and arrange everything while you all make posters, put them up around the city and basically spread the word." Mr. Dickenson looked down at his watch. "Oh, my! Look at the time! I'd better get going, good day to you all!" he tipped his hat and rode off in his car.
"Then let's get started!" Tyson pumped his fist up into the air enthusiastically. When no one else had joined in his excitement, he stared at the rest of the gang, puzzled. "Hey? What's with you guys?"
"Well…you see…" Kenny began as he stood up with his folded laptop clutched in his hands. "I can't do anything about this at the moment…I promised my parents I'd help out at the restaurant today. But I can help out tomorrow!" then he added, "I can also spread the word around to the customers and the people near the restaurant about the tournament. That way I'm still helping my parents out and helping you guys out! So, yeah, I better get going. Bye guys!" With that, the short brown haired boy with the glasses ran out the entrance and down the street.
"Okay, so the Chief's out. But that's okay, we can still get a lot done. Come on guys!" he began to walk away, but stopped and whirled around when no one followed. "What now?"
"Uh…we kinda' have to go too, Tyson." Ray spoke up quietly.
"We can still spread the word though." Max replied.
"Yeah, and we'll all help out tomorrow, okay?" Hilary added.
"Okay, sure. Whatever." Tyson cast his head downwards and jammed his hands into his pockets. Then he walked away quietly and disappeared inside the dojo, without the smallest of goodbyes.
"The things we do for that guy…" Ray sighed as the he, Max, Kai, and Hilary watched as Tyson walked away. He shook his head. "We better get going guys."
"Yeah." The agreed as they quietly wandered away from the dojo to complete their other plans.
Inside, Tyson had sat down on the hard wood tiles of the dojo with stacks of paper and piles markers surrounding him. "Some friends they are." He muttered, picking up a sheet of paper and a red felt tip marker. "They don't even care about the team. Maybe they don't want to enter the next tournament, but I do. Even if we have to get a girl to join, it's not going to change anything. We'd still be a team." He uncapped the marker and started to write on the poster. "That's what I think anyways."
Meanwhile, Mr. Dickenson had finished making the arrangements for the tryouts to be held at the park. He was about to call some of the local radio stations to advertise the competition when there was a knock at the door. Putting the telephone receiver back down on the cradle, he then continued to search for the telephone numbers he needed.
"Come in," he replied without looking up. That was a big mistake.
Suddenly, Mr. Dickenson felt strong hands press a cloth with a foul odour up to his mouth and nose. He tried to struggle, but the person had pushed his chair up against the desk so he couldn't move.
He glanced upwards at his captor and his eyes widened at what he saw. He gasped and gave a muffled reply, "You!" Just before everything went black.
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A new official BBA regulation? What's the gang hiding from Tyson? What's happened to Mr. D? Tune in next time to Spin Around to find out what happens next!
Silver Swiftness: Hey, everyone! Thanks a bunch for reading this chapter…er episode of Spin Around. Just so you guys know, even though some chapters may seem like nothing has happened, you should take note of the details (hint, hint). So please, if you have the time, review and tell me if this is any good or if you have any story ideas/twists you want me to stick in! Remember: creative criticism is always good! Thanks again for giving my fic a chance and don't forget to review! L8er D@yz, dudes!
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