The Majestics in Team bonding.

M'n'M: YaYness my first ever beyblade fic! And it's about the Majestics, even more YaYness.

Erinque: Someone said our name.

Oliver: We are here!

Robert: We have been very busy with other fanfictions but we have un-busyed our scheduals to appear here.

Jonny: Unfortuanatly.

M'n'M: Unfortunatly!

Jonny: Why does it have such a lame name?

M'n'M: I couldn't think of anything good.

Enrique: Well now I'm here let's get the party started.

Oliver: Let's.

M'n'M: First I better clear some stuff up though. This is just after the first series so why don't we all say our ages.

Robert: 16

Jonny: 15

Enrique: 14

Oliver: 13

M'n'M: I hope that stops confusion. I actually don't know their real ages but i looked it up on the net and the most common answer was that, so HA! Now for the disclaimer who will be said by the most manly person here.

Enrique: meaning me right?

M'n'M: No. . . Sasuke!

(Sasuke appears)

Sasuke: Why am I here, I'm not even from beyblades.

M'n'M: Because, you are the most awesome person ever!

Enrique: But I wanted to do the disclaimer.

Robert: Stop being so uncouth.

M'n'M: yes stop being so uncouth and let Sasuke do the disclaimer.

Sasuke: anime-rocz-nd-u-no-it A.K.A M'n'M does not own beyblades, naruto, a car, a xbox360, any beyblade games, Enrique, Oliver, Robert, Jonny, the list goes on so let's just put it this way she owns... not a lot.

Jonny: can we just get the first chapter over and done with.

M'nM: fine then, ruin all my fun.

Sasuke: Can i go now?

M'n'M: No!

Sasuke:Hn.

M'n'M: Also, I have no idea what Olivers dad is called so ha!

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Chapter 1, In France

Oliver Polanski son of the french millionair Henry Polanski was sitting at one of his many dining tables thinking about a certian someone, his girlfriend Maria. The young blader sigh as he thought about his girlfreinds tender lips, sweet smile and beautiful scent but before he could carry on his train of thought one of the butlers apperared. this certian butler was his chief butler who wore a black tuxedo and had neat grey hair tied back in a pony tail. Oliver looked up,

"Master Polanski, Master Giancarlo is at the door."

"Err, thank you Jeeves, tell Enrique I'll be right there." the old man gave a nod and went to follow Olivers request.

"that's strange, Enrique never said anything about being in Paris." He shook his head in disbelief, hopefully it wouldn't be like last time. Oliver got up and began to ponder about the last time Enrique had visited, he had encouraged Oliver to throw a house party with alcahole and girls, lots of girls! Let's just say his French home was more of a mess than a rubbish tip, not to mention the fact that both of them had been drinking under aged! Him and Enrique were in heaps of trouble from their parents, who were on holiday together at the time, no blading, no girls, no cooking, no girls, no visiting art, no girls, no Tv, no girls, no computer, not one girl! And the list went on from there. Oliver smiled gently, but one good thing had come from the whole fiasco and that was he met Maria. Yes Maria, the most beautiful girl to take a light step into the city of love.

Snapping out of his daydream Oliver walked into the courtyard to see his blonde Italian friend inspecting a rose that had grown a few centermeters ouy of place.

"Hey Oli you better get that rose trimmed before Robert gets here, he'll probably say it's very uncouth." Enrique turned around with a big grin on his face.

"What do you mean before Robert get's here?" Oliver walked over to Enrique noticing that he had two bags with him, probably hoping to stay.

"Oh did I forget to tell you, I thought we would have a get together at your house." Well nothing new there then.

"Oh really and you didn't even think of consulting me." Oliver had jestered to Jeeves to take the blue eyed bladers bags as they began to walk in.

"Well I know your parents aren't going to be in for a whole month and I had been thinking about us as a team." Team! That didn't come out of his mouth every so often so the greenet decided to listen intentivly.

"So I decided that if we want to be world champions as well as european champions we should hang out as a team more often and become closer and bond, you know like the Bladebreakers." Wow he was actually right for once, Enrique had a brain!

They had now entered the house and were sitting at the dinning table with special french ice cold lemonade.

"So how are you and Maria?"

Oliver giggled, "People already knew about him and Maria.

"We're (giggle) so (giggle) in (giggle) love!"

Enrique gave a snort of laughter Oliver was acting like such a girl, but it wasn't his fault concidering the fact that Maria was his first ever girlfriend.

"What's so funny!" But before Enrique could answer Jeeves appeared informing them that Jonny had arrived. The scotsman was wearing his normal clothes and had his bandana blue bandana tied around his head. He was drenched in sweat and you could certianly smell it as well.

"Oh man Jonny! When was the last time you took a shower, you smell worse than a public toilet!" At this Enrique screwed his nose up like a rabbit causing Oliver to laugh. The red headed boy snarled "You think this is funny Polanski, well I wouldn't be like this if you didn't set your vicious guard dogs on me! I was running around the court yard for 20 minutes at full speed in the blazing sun!" Enrique gave another snort.

"Jonny, I don't own any guard dogs..." McGregor fell on the floor. His face was livid, that wasn't a good thing. Once again the italian snorted with laughter.

"Before I got here I hired some vicious dogs for the day. I think they like you Jonny." He said in an Italian accent. Jonny quickly got up from the floor and grabbed his team-mate by the collar and got him against the wall. Oliver tried to get his bestfriend away from the other boys grip but Jonny just pushed him to the floor.

"C-c-come on Jonny my bud, t-t-this is all a misunderstanding. Please don't hurt me!" He knew for a fact that Jonny could hit hard, it ran in his family. Oliver desperatly tried to to help his scared friend but he couldn't, The Gladiator of Glasgow was far to strong for the tiny little french boy.

"Any last words Enrique-poo?" He growled.

"Erm yeah, hi Robert." Jonny dropped his team mate and span around to see the captian of the Majestics standing in the door way.

"How very uncouth Jonathan. I hope you do appologize for your beastly behaviour." He walked up to the three boys with a stern look on his face,

"So Oliver, what was the emergancy that Enrique told me about?" Oliver pulled a face.

"What emergancy? I've been perfectly fine. All I know is that Enrique turned up at my door step this morning saying that all you guys were coming over." What had the italian boy been planning?

"There was an emergancy! I got told Oliver was having a party and you were lame not to go!" Jonny piped in while still giving Enrique an evil look.

"Enrique what's going on?"

They all looked at the second youngest of their team as he started to explain about why they were here and bonding to become stronger as a team.

"What a load of rubbish! I don't take part in a team!" You could guess that was Jonny.

"Well concidering the fact we lost to a bunch of ammatures as a team (refering to the Bladebreakers) I guess we could give it a go." Robert said.

"It could even be fun." Oliver added. Enrique colapsed.

"Jonny I believe your stench got to him." Oliver sighed.

"How uncouth. And speaking of uncouth there is a rose out of place in the court yard." The greenet laughed, he knew that would happen.

The three concious Majestics were gathered in Olivers king sized room, Jurgen, McGregor and Polanski were sitting around a round glass table discussing their latest beybattles why knocked out Giancarlo was in the middle of Olivers bed.

"And that was when I did a reverse spin and sent the blade flying." Jonny had just finished his story about beating someone or something. To be honest Oliver wasn't really taking much notice, he was busy thinking about... Maria. Oliver blushed deeply he must of been worse than his playboy team-mate thinking about girls all day long. Tut tut, this month was suppose to be about the Majestics NOT Maria! The german noticed his friend in a deep flutter and began to wonder what had got him in such a state. Was it the fact a very hott blonde was in such a vunreable state unconcious on his bed with legs wide open just waiting to be jumped on; probably so. If you hadn't guessed Jonny and Robert wern't invited to the party so they don't know about Maria... YET! But Oliver was only just a teeneger! He couldn't be that sick minded I mean this was Oliver we're talking about! Robert sighed, but then again he did have that certian gay thing about him and the fact that he was so quiet could be to do with his deep thoughts for Enrique. Yes the boy had finally unmasked the mysteries that were Oliver. He was in love with Enrique!

Suddenly there was a loud BANG! Everyone looked to see their now concious friend tangled up in a heap of Olivers expensive royal blue velvet blankets on the floor rubbing his pretty yellow head, he was such an idiot. Enrique looked around wooden flooring, a rug with two swords clashing on, rare paintings on walls and a bed that could fit at least 6 people in, obviously he was now in young Polanski's bedroom. He stopped rubbing his head and un-tangled himself,

"Hey guys when did I get in here?" he sniifed the air. "The stench! It's gone! Jonny had a shower!" At this Mr Anger-management got up from his seat and finnaly got round to that punch he had been saving for his dear chum.

"Enrique!" Oliver gave out a little scream as goldielocks fell against his bed. Jonny just held his fist,

"You know I'm not normally this vioalnt, it's just you made me." He rolled his eyes and went back to his seat. Enrique recovered and pulled Oliver up and dragged him out the room.

"Hmm, I wonder if they're doing what I think they're doing?" Robert said in such a civilised manor.

Jonny blinked "What do you think they're doing?"

Robert began to explain his 'Oliver is gay and loves Enrique' theory in a slight whisper. Jonny stared wide eyed trying to hold back his laughter.

"Y-Y-You really think that!" He snorted. Robbert knoded. Meanwhile. . .

"Don't you think Robby and Jonny have been spending to much time together to be 'just friends'?"

"No, not really. Why do you say that?"

"Well when I was unconcious I could see what looked like the future. They were both together kissing and having fun... Not like that!"

"I really doubt that is the future."

"Yeah but when Jonny punched me he said he isn't normlly that violent then smiled. What if he did that to try and impress Robert with his strength!"

"Mm, maybe."

"Well I think so."

Olivers face lit up, "Well actually they do seem pretty close recently, maybe there is somnethin going on between them!"

Enrique smirked, "Exactly what I have been thinking but I'm not sure they're ready to get them out in the public..." his smirk grew evily.

"And you think we should do something to get it out in public, right." Oliver was a mind-reader!

"So you'll help me, won't you?"

Olivers face dropped, "I don't think we should mix with their relationship they'll tell us when they're ready."

"Awww, please Olli! It will be fun!"

"..." "Piuttosto si prega di Oliver!" He didn't speak italian but could tell that his friend was trying to win him over.

"..."

"Vi preghiamo di tu Oliver ti verrà il mio migliore amico!" He cooed gently into the greenets ear. Oliver had no idea what he was saying but knew when he was beaten, no-one and I mean no-one could win in an argument with Enrique. "Amende, je vais." That was the sound of Olivers defeat. Now back to Robby and Jonny. "So you think we should get Oliver to come clean about his feelings for Enrique?" Robbert nodded. "That is one way to become closer as a team and it will stop Enrique from flirting with all the pointless girls." "Plus the fact that Enrique is 14 and should be settling down by now." Jonny had no idea why on earth he had just said that.

Oliver and Enrique were standing in the corridor discussing ways to get them out of the bag while in Olivers room the other two were doing the exact same. Suddenly Enrique had another idea, he was really on fire today! "Spin the bottel!" Olivers jaw dropped, last time the majestics had played that game. He didn't even want to go there. "You are insane!" Enrique gave a maniac smile.
"So what if I am, now just follow my lead." "Well there is one way to try and get Oliver and Enrique together," Jonny said. "That would be?" Robert raised one of his very manly purple brows, Jonny gave shook his head. Please God forgive him for what he was about to say.
"Spin the bottel." ... ... ... Robert fell of his chair in shock!
"No, No way! There is no way on earth you will get as such a civilised persona such me to play that barberic game!" Robert didn't like spin the bottel since what had happend last time. Just then Enrique opened the door pulling a frantic Oliver by the back of his blue coat who was shouting something along the lines of 'Get off me, there is no-one alive who will make me do this. Just kill me now!' Enrique pushed him onto a chair.
"Your overly dramatic!"
Jonny and Robert eyed each other, "What have you guys been doing?"
"Err, just talking about the first way to bond as a team." Robert and Jonny gave each other another look, had they been?
"Please no..." Oliver looked like he was going to wet himself. Enrique was psyco!
"Who wants to play spin the bottel... Enrique style." ...

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M'n'M: So who loved my totally retarded story!
Jonny: It was laimer than the title.
Enrique: So if anyone wants this story continued
Jonny: Which no-one will.
Oliver: Just send a review.
Robert: Also M'n'M does not swear so this fic might not be as entertaining as most fics.
Sasuke: Exactly.
M'n'M: Plllleeeeeaaaaasssseeee review, even if no one does I know where this is going so I will continue writting so you will be doomed with my terrible writting forever. Mwahahahaha¬
Sasuke: It is a known fact that M'n'M can't write.
M'n'M: Very true. But I love to write so HA!
Oliver: Anyway, Thanks for reading and please review.
Enrique: Constructive critisism accepted.
Jonny: Also this is not written on word because it doesn't work so it's written on wordpad which doesn't have a spell checker!
Robert: So please forgive the uncouth spellings.
Sasuke: So next time on 'The majestics in Team bonding' we uncover the deep mysteries of spin the bottel.
M'n'M: I promise next chapter will be long, this was considerably short but I promise the chapters will be longer.
Jonny: Bye.
Oliver: Au revoir
Enrique: Arrivederci
Robert: Auf Wiedersehen
Sasuke: And this is where it all ends.