Title: Secrets

Pairing: Enrique/Oliver

Summery: "You can't tell secrets like these Enrique, no matter how close your friends are." Oliver took that moment to leave.

Warning: This fic will contain swearing and shounen-ai!

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, Aoki Takao does!

A/N: Re-edited at last! I know I've edited this once before but it really needed it, as they say, third times a charm, hopefully it'll be okay this time. I'm re-doing the whole story so no more Olivia. Sorry to those who liked the fem. Oliver theme but it just got too complicated and I've decided I like Oliver more as a boy anyway, that is how he's supposed to be after all.

Tearful Eyes

"You know sometimes I wonder, do you think Oliver could be a girl?" A certain blond Italian questioned, breaking the dead silence.

"Wouldn't surprise me." The red-haired Englishman replied.

"I'm not! How could you say that?" After placing his tea on the wooden table Oliver glared at his so-called teammates, not amused by their current discussion. The blond Italian caught the annoyed tone in his friend's voice and smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry Oli' it was just a question." It was once again silent for a while before the French boy spoke up.

"Well don't talk about me as if I'm not here!" Silence filled the room. "And don't call me Oli'! either!" The Italian just grinned at his friend, the fact that Oliver was still trying to glare despite the blush on his face was just too funny, it was also moments like these that Enrique remembered just why the French boy was his best friend.

"It's not his fault you look so feminine." The hot-tempered redhead added as he once again tried to make himself comfortable on the sofa. Oliver had had enough, the two boy's constant mocking was driving him insane and he needed to get away before he did something he would regret. Where was Robert when you needed him anyway? The jade-haired teen was so angry he could have killed the two teens and just when Johnny began to laugh along with the Italian Oliver decided it was time to leave before he really did kill the two.

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Being left in the classy lounge with Johnny for two hours was boring but the blond didn't have anything else to do, other than wonder if Oliver was ever going to come back or not. The green-haired teen had been gone for two hours already and after another hour passed Enrique assumed that maybe this time he and Johnny had gone too far, but Johnny lacked any form of compassion, it was just the way or so Enrique believed anyway. The maroon-haired teen just frowned and said that Oliver was probably on his monthly and should be left alone, Enrique could only grin.

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Oliver wouldn't admit it but he was sulking, only children sulked and he certainly did not consider himself to be a child, he was also pouting but of course being the young gentleman that he was would not admit to that either so he went back to ranting aloud.

"They're jerks! The both of them! They think it's so funny to crack jokes and have a laugh whenever it comes down to me but when the conversation is turned around on them it's not funny anymore." It was raining outside, and Oliver continued to pout at the small drops as they threw themselves at his window. An abrupt knocking snapped Oliver from his thoughts and had he been anyone else the rants my have continued but being the cautious teen that he was Oliver instead went silent and turned around slowly, watching as the door open and someone entered.

"Master Oliver your father has arrived and wishes to speak with you, it's about your inheritance and the upcoming ball."

"Father wasn't supposed to arrives until tomorrow. I don't feel like seeing him right now can it wait?" The teen protested.

"I'm afraid not sir, please go see to your father at once." Oliver nodded and followed the servant to the library where his father was most likely waiting.

Oliver hated it when his father called him, it always meant a lecture was coming and unlike with Robert's family history speeches there was no escaping it well not unless Johnny randomly decided to barge in and start causing a scene but the likely-hood of that happening right now was zero to none.

"Father you wished to speak with me?" It was dark in the room, no, dark was a huge understatement, calling this room dark would be like calling Robert boring, it just wasn't a Strong enough description. How anyone could see in this room at all the Frenchman didn't know yet his father was sat there proudly looking at him as if he were a bug and then Oliver remembered, his father wasn't just anyone, he was the owner of a huge corporation, an icon to investors anywhere and could even be considered a god in the business empire, no, definitely not just anyone.

"Yes. Come in and sit down. This is important. You see the ball is coming up..." The conversation was headed in a bad direction already and Oliver was well aware of what was going to be said next and what it meant. "You need to attend the ball and find a rightful partner to run the estate by your side. You can't do it on your own." Oliver's father said looking into the teen's violet eyes, giving him a look that said it all. "Are you listening to me?!" The teen nodded. This was all going to end badly, Oliver could tell, it had all happened before, numerous times. Violet eyes cast down at the floor, wishing the man would just hurry up and get to the point so that the teen could go back to being annoyed at his teammates and thinking of ways in which he could utterly humiliate them, it was more fun than this at any rate. "You're getting too old for this now. I kept my promise, I allowed you into this beyblade team of your and this is how you repay me, with disloyalty and no respect?!"

"I do respect you father and I am loyal to you, it's just if the other's find out that I'm actually a-a-a you know, they'll kick me out of the team for sure and then..." Oliver was rambling now, which made the old man annoyed.

"Which is more important? Some silly spinning top game or the welfare of your family estate? It's bad enough that you are like that, but being your father I have no choice but to accepted it I will not allow you to dishonour me at the ball, do you understand?" Oliver's eyes cast down at the floor once again.

"I understand father." The sentence was said so quiet that Oliver's father almost missed it.

"Good, then you may leave." Oliver didn't even think to stick around.

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"Hey Oliver, what's the matter?" Looking up he saw Enrique smiling at him like always, whenever he was upset or angry Enrique would always be there trying to make it better even when it was the blonds own fault. How could Enrique smile all the time anyway? It was like the teen didn't have any problems in life at all, yet that wasn't possible was it? Everyone ahd problems but trying to imagine Enrique upset or annoyed about something was something that Oliver just couldn't bring himself to do, maybe it really was impossible.

"Nothing Enrique, I'm fine."

"Don't say you're fine when you're not! We all have secrets Oliver and if it upsets you then you have to tell someone or you'll end up like Johnny. You won't be able to smile about anything anymore! You could tell me, I'm your friend you know." A small smiled formed on Oliver's lips.

"You can't tell secrets like these Enrique. No matter how close your friends are." Oliver took that moment to leave. The Italian could only blink as his friend walked away from him.

"Hey Enrique what's with Oliver? He's crying again." The redhead got a shrug for a reply.

'Something's upsetting Oliver and I'm gonna find out what it is.' Were the Italian's only thoughts. "Don't know Johnny, he wouldn't tell me, not even me, his best friend!" Enrique had to admit he was annoyed by the fact that Oliver didn't trust him enough to tell him what was wrong but Oliver was Oliver and there was nothing he could do about that.

"He always says that, doesn't he trust us or something? What do you think Robert?"

"I say we just leave him alone, if he doesn't wish to tell us we can't force him." The other two boy's agreed, after all Robert was the smart one it would be stupid not to listen to his advice.

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Left to sulk again Oliver couldn't help but want to break something, feeling both upset and angry at once was far too much and it was making the teen feel ill, not to mention he was developing a headache. "It's not as if I have to get married to be able to run the estate, I bet I could do it on my own, father just needs to learn to trust me that's all." For the second time that day there was a knock at Oliver's door, quickly running to the bathroom Oliver made his way to the shower and turned it on while pretending to be inside, not wanting whoever was at the door to come inside and see the state that he was in. Messy green locks covered dim watery violet eyes as the teen stood in the bathroom silently. "Who is it?"

"Oliver, it's me."

"Enrique? I'm in the shower" Oliver yelled while glaring at the wooden door.

"Yeah I can hear that. I'll come back later."

"Fine, whatever." Oliver yelled once again and heard the bedroom door shut as Enrique left.

Authors Note

I know Oliver seems a bit emo in this chapter but I think it sort of suits him in a way and he's certainly not as emo as he was before so I don't think he's too out of character now. So yeah, third time re-editing this story and so far I'm totally happy with it, as for how long it takes to get it finished I don't know.

Thanks for reading! :)