Summary: Robert has been overworking himself and his weaken state has caught the eye of some potential kidnappers.
Pairings???/Robert
Warnings: Yaoi
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade.
I'm back with another Uke Robert story. XD Sorry, couldn't help myself. I know I have other fics to do, but it's not my fault I have so many ideas floating around in this head of mind. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
"Guys, I'm seriously worried about Robert."
The two other European bladers immediately turn their attention to the red hair Scot who was sitting at the other end of the table, his head leaning in his hand as he stares out at the street below from their lofty height in Oliver's family restaurant.
"It must be something serious," Enrique mutters. "if it has Johnny actually voicing his concern."
Johnny turns around to glare hatefully at his blond hair companion. "Shut it," he snaps. "But you guys can't seriously say you haven't noticed, I mean the last time I saw him he looked to be nothing but skin and bones!"
Oliver nods thoughtfully. "Yes, and he looked exhausted. He must be working too hard."
"So, what else is new?" Enrique shrugs.
"So?!" Johnny snaps again. "We have to do something!"
"Like what, exactly?" Enrique asks, his usual bored expression ever present on his face. "It's not like we can order Robert to go and take a vacation or something. He'll just say 'after I get these files done', like he always says."
"I'm going to have to agree with Enrique, Johnny," Oliver said, quietly.
"So, what else is new?" once again Johnny snaps, sounding more irate than usual.
Oliver blushes softly but remains firm. "I would love to help Robert in whatever way I can, Johnny, you know that, but as Enrique said we can't confront him and order him to stop working," he sighs and looks sad. "If you have a plan in mind, Johnny, I would love to hear it."
Johnny glares but said nothing and leans back in his chair. He let his head fall back and glare hatefully up at the ceiling, his mind vaguely registering the cracks in the pure white ceiling. He could hear his companions across the table sigh but he was too irritable to care at this moment.
"I don't think confronting him with our concerns will be of much help," Oliver said, sadness etched in his voice. "It will only give him more to worry about."
"So, what are you saying?" Johnny snaps his head forward to glare across the table. "We should leave him and hope for the best, is that it?"
"I didn't say that," Oliver shakes his head.
"It sounded like it to me," Johnny sneers.
"Back off, Johnny," Enrique said, defending his green hair friend. "Oliver is only going through the things that we shouldn't do in hope that we might just find something to help Robert, you snapping at him isn't helping."
"I'm sick of this," Johnny sneers once again. "You two don't care, all you two worry about is this damn restaurant and trying to bed the other."
Oliver and Enrique looked shocked and indignant, they both look at him in silence as the fuming redhead abruptly stands up from his seat and storms out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him, giving them a mere hint of his irritation.
"He's really upset," Oliver whispers, almost afraid to break the uncomfortable silence that was brought down upon them.
"He didn't have to take it out on us," Enrique mutters darkly as he crosses his arms over his chest in a display of annoyance.
"I really wish there was something we could to help Robert, but, he doesn't like to be fussed over," Oliver sighs again, his hands unconsciously twisting the hem of his jacket. "His health is deteriorating rather quickly, you have to admit."
Enrique let out a deep breath through his mouth in a sign of defeat. "I know, Oli, I know."
"I hope we can think of a way to help him soon."
… … … … …
With his fist clenched by his sides, his teeth grinding dangerously together, Johnny briskly walk through the crowded streets not excusing himself he if bumps into anyone, he'd probably push little old ladies in front of cars if they just happened to get in his way. He already made a few kids cry. Well, the little brats shouldn't have been in his way.
His eyes narrowed considerably as he tries to stop his teeth from grinding together, at this rate he'll need a lot of dental work done if he keeps it up. He was also mentally kicking himself for the way he had treated Enrique and Oliver in the restaurant. He knows that what Oliver was saying is true but that doesn't means he likes what he heard. It was as if there was nothing they could do for their royal captain. Whenever Johnny voiced his concern, in a less than direct manner of course he didn't want to come off sounding like he actually cared or anything, only to have Robert tell him that he's fine and then he would continue with his dangerous routine.
Johnny mutters darkly as he turns a corner, but at that same moment another individual was also turning the same corner. The end result was Johnny being pushed back a few feet and the poor sod who dared crashed into him was sprawled out on the ground in front of him.
"Watch where the hell you're going, idiot!" Johnny snarls, his eyes looking dangerous.
"Who the hell are you calling an idiot, McGregor!?" Snaps the young man on the ground who was rubbing his ankle. "You were the one who walked into me."
"Kai?" Johnny blinks. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"At this point in time or why I'm in France?" Kai mutters, climbing to his feet looking slightly peeved.
"You know what I meant!"
Kai narrows his eyes and had an insult already formed on his lips but he pauses, sensing a strange discomfort from the redhead in front of him. "All right," he mutters, placing his hands on his slim hips. "What crawled up you ass and died today?"
So, what do you think of it so far? I hope it's all right, it just kinda came to me, you know? Not sure how long this will be. Probably 5 or 6 chapters. Or something like that anyway. And since this is a uke Robert fic, I'm pretty sure you know what the pairing is (Sweatdrops).
Next chapter: Kidnappers make their move.
Read and review, please.