Written by the lovely Anime-Rocz-nd-you-no-it or M'n'M
she doesn't own Bayblades or enrique..sadly for her...But she part owns the plot!
Mwhahahaha,she can make Enrique do what she likes! Ohh, the evilness of it all.
anyway, here's the first of our Cross-overColaboration fic!
Madre and Padre- Italian for mother and father.
Enrique P.O.V
I was idly lying on a sun longer by my newly built shimmering swimming pool in my luxurious Italian mansion thinking. I had always been into skirt chasing, after all I was 'The world famous Enrique Giancarlo, Sexy Italian P.I.M.P in training' but now I just had no motivation for it. I had my pool specially built for bikini season but now I didn't even want a single party. Maybe I was coming down with something, a disease of some kind, a fever, pneumonia, dyspepsia, or maybe an I-am-no-longer-interested-in-lady's-disease. Whatever this problem was, it made me feel depressed and that didn't go well with my cheerful complexion.
Hours passed and I looked at my diamond-studded watch, 4pm, maybe a few more hours out here in the warm summer sun. I felt like I was melting away, the sunbeams gently tinting my shaggy blonde hair working their way down onto my back over my thigh length red elegant swimming trunks all the way to the tips of my toes. I groaned and tossed over, I hope this day never ends.
Normal P.O.V
The Italian blader and third place European champion had fallen asleep under the blazing sun and was dreaming a dream about… NOT GIRLS! He was dreaming about winning the world championships in beyblading with his team, the Majestics, the four richest kids in Europe and his best friends with COMPLETLEY different attitudes. First the captain Robert Jurgen, the purple haired German was very precise and most certainly not un-couth, also he was a complete chess fanatic and the best blader in Europe. Next was The Johnny McGregor A.K.A The Gladiator of Glasgow, if you couldn't of guessed he was Scottish, he was a sports fan and could always beat Enrique in tennis, as well as normal sports he was the second best blader in Europe.
The next member of the team was himself, hot and sexy Italian playboy Enrique, well known for his looks and very many girlfriends, Enrique was in joint third position. Finally last but not least Oliver Polanski, resident pretty boy, master chief, girly French person, the owner of most of Paris and also joint third beyblade European champion. Now back to the dream. Enrique was winning against this unknown blader, their beyblades (basically spinning tops) spinning furiously and realising the bitbeast monsters out of their blades.
"Amphilyon attack!" Enrique raised his arm in order! His Two headed hydra bitbeast rose and attacked the opponent's blade with its Twin Destruction move sending it flying out of the dish! The Majestics had just won the championships and were jumping with joy when all of a sudden a fierce wind picked up. Whether it was a dream or not this wind hit our winner in the gut of his stomach, his very thin sexy gut of his stomach, causing him to blackout and wake to reality with a jolt.
Enrique P.O.V
I quickly dragged myself to my feet while clutching my stomach, argh what had just happened? A felt a sudden chill that tickled down my spine. Wait a minute, why wasn't I lifting the trophy celebrating? Oh wait that was a dream, a pretty good dream I mean come one how often do I get to kick butt like that? Okay most of the time, and with looks as well. I shook my head not time to be thinking about me being great more like what was going on, wow Madre and Padre were right my mind is easily distracted. I looked down checking out my body from head to toe, I was still wearing my swimming shorts and watch, I checked the surroundings. Cold, wet, rainy, a big field, hills, clouds, etcetera etcetera. Wow I really need to stop skipping classes and buy a dictionary, my adjectives and nouns need work. Well at least I knew one thing and that was I was certainly not in Italy anymore.