Title: I'm With You
Author: Fallen Iceangel
Rating: On FF.Net = R On AFF.Net = NC-17
Warning: Yaoi, Homophobia, abuse
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
"Bye Enrique-poo! The girls yelled in unison as they rushed into the house.
"Seeya girls!"
Enrique dropped his launcher to his side. He didn't care if he got wet. He started the long walk back to his mansion.
"Won't your armor get rusted?" A voice behind him asked.
Enrique turned to see a figure holding an umbrella. The figure had a long scarf on.
"Hey Kai, isn't it?"
Kai walked over and held the umbrella over both of their heads.
"Are you going to have a rematch with Tyson?"
"If he challenges me. I meant it when I said I didn't want him to get hurt."
Kai didn't say anything. Enrique turned and started walking again. It took him a few moments to realize the umbrella was still over his head. He turned to see Kai beside him.
'What is he doing?' He thought as he stared at the slightly taller person beside him. 'Not that I mind but . . . '
"What are you doing?"
"Hmp!"
'Okay, that didn't work. God, he's hot. WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!'
They walked in silence. When they reached Enrique's driveway, Enrique stopped.
"I'll be fine from here." Enrique said hurriedly.
"Sure?"
"Yeah! A little rain won't hurt me!"
"Hmp!" Kai gave Enrique a questioning look but turned away.
Up at Enrique's mansion.
"Hmmm." A tall man said as he lowered the binoculars. He walked down the stairs and waited at the front door. A few minutes later, Enrique opened the door.
"Where have you been?" The man asked harshly.
"I had a match, Father." Enrique said, immediately dropping his gaze when he saw who it was.
"And that boy you were with?"
"He was a friend of the guy I battled with, Father."
"You won?"
"Like always." Enrique didn't see the hand coming. His head snapped back and his face burned.
"Don't you get cocky with me! This is my first day back and I don't like lip from you!"
"Sorry Father."
"Good."
"How long are you staying?"
"A week. And I don't want any trouble from you!"
The man turned and stormed back up stairs. Enrique followed and went into his bedroom. He changed out of his armor and into his PJ's. He went into the bathroom and stared at his cheek. It was still slightly red but not bruising.
They hardly ever bruised.
Author's Note: They never mentioned who Enrique's Father was or how they got their money. So I figured that the money was passed down or something. In this story, Enrique's father is an overbearing homophobic bastard who is never home. Because he is never home, Enrique isn't all depressed or Mean. He's hard headed, and a flirt naturally, but to please his father he's even MORE hard headed and a flirt. .
"Bye Enrique-poo! The girls yelled in unison as they rushed into the house.
"Seeya girls!"
Enrique dropped his launcher to his side. He didn't care if he got wet. He started the long walk back to his mansion.
"Won't your armor get rusted?" A voice behind him asked.
Enrique turned to see a figure holding an umbrella. The figure had a long scarf on.
"Hey Kai, isn't it?"
Kai walked over and held the umbrella over both of their heads.
"Are you going to have a rematch with Tyson?"
"If he challenges me. I meant it when I said I didn't want him to get hurt."
Kai didn't say anything. Enrique turned and started walking again. It took him a few moments to realize the umbrella was still over his head. He turned to see Kai beside him.
'What is he doing?' He thought as he stared at the slightly taller person beside him. 'Not that I mind but . . . '
"What are you doing?"
"Hmp!"
'Okay, that didn't work. God, he's hot. WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!'
They walked in silence. When they reached Enrique's driveway, Enrique stopped.
"I'll be fine from here." Enrique said hurriedly.
"Sure?"
"Yeah! A little rain won't hurt me!"
"Hmp!" Kai gave Enrique a questioning look but turned away.
Up at Enrique's mansion.
"Hmmm." A tall man said as he lowered the binoculars. He walked down the stairs and waited at the front door. A few minutes later, Enrique opened the door.
"Where have you been?" The man asked harshly.
"I had a match, Father." Enrique said, immediately dropping his gaze when he saw who it was.
"And that boy you were with?"
"He was a friend of the guy I battled with, Father."
"You won?"
"Like always." Enrique didn't see the hand coming. His head snapped back and his face burned.
"Don't you get cocky with me! This is my first day back and I don't like lip from you!"
"Sorry Father."
"Good."
"How long are you staying?"
"A week. And I don't want any trouble from you!"
The man turned and stormed back up stairs. Enrique followed and went into his bedroom. He changed out of his armor and into his PJ's. He went into the bathroom and stared at his cheek. It was still slightly red but not bruising.
They hardly ever bruised.
Author's Note: They never mentioned who Enrique's Father was or how they got their money. So I figured that the money was passed down or something. In this story, Enrique's father is an overbearing homophobic bastard who is never home. Because he is never home, Enrique isn't all depressed or Mean. He's hard headed, and a flirt naturally, but to please his father he's even MORE hard headed and a flirt. .