A/N:Here's a short story involving Enrique, my OC, and a little Oliver (pardon the pun). Now, before you guys start flaming me for "making Enrique out to be the bad guy", I'd like to note that the adorable little playboy is one of my favorite characters and that's not the point of the story. I mean, with his hunger for. . . what? Affection? To be surrounded by girl? W/e, he was bound to get himself into trouble one day right? Anyway, hope you like this story, it's exactly four chapters long and based on four different songs, which are the chapter tittles.
Disclaimer:I do not own Beyblade, any of the characters (besides my OC here-in) or any of the songs fore-mentioned.
Her big silver eyes scanned the sea of faces as she entered the room. Her name was Ilenna Rose and in many aspects, she resembled one. Long, shimmery, red hair that reached her waist, even in her high pony-tail. Bright silver eyes that sparkled like the morning dew on soft crimson peddles, peaches and cream complexion with skin as soft as said peddles, rosy red, silky lips and a figure that left you in the same sort of awed feeling as one often got when seeing a beautiful, full red bloom for the first time. Such was Ilenna Rose.
"They must be here somewhere. . ." She thought to herself, absently slipping her hands into the back pockets of her faded black denims.
The jeans were faded at the top and slowly blended into darkness as you travelled down her thigh and legs. She was also wearing a crimson and black corset top with a denim half-jacket that matched her jeans over top. A pair of silver hoop earrings, along with her many multiple silver-studded ear piercings and black chain necklace with a cross completed the outfit. To say the least, the young woman was stunning.
"Ah, there they are." Ilenna said to herself with a smile.
She'd just spotted her friends and began to make her way over to them when a hand on her arm stopped her. Turning curiously towards the source of interruption, Ilenna's bright silver orbs met a pair of Sapphire blue ones.
"Hello, there." Said a suave voice.
Ilenna blinked up at the face above her for a moment before giving it a gentle smile.
"Hey. Enrique isn't it?"
The blonde smiled.
"That's right. You already know who I am?"
Ilenna's own smile widened slightly.
"Yea. At a party full of beyblader's, I'd like to think I know some of them." She teased playfully. "Plus I've seen you battle a few times."
Enrique starred at the girl for a moment, then finally smiled again, this time a more charming smile then she'd ever seen.
"Well, since you already know me, I guess I don't need to introduce myself. Unfortunately, I don't know you. So, how about telling me your name sweetheart?"
Ilenna had to resist rolling her eyes as she heard the song over-head change to the most appropriate song possible for just that moment.
"Superstar
Where you from, how's it going?
I know you
Gotta clue, what you're doing?
You can play brand new to all the other chicks out here
But I know what you are, what you are, baby"
Who did this guy think he was fooling? All those other bimbos he usually went for might fall for him and his oh-so-irresistible charm, but she wasn't about to; she knew what he was like.
Still, it was just a question, and she wasn't a rude person. And there was no reason not to talk to him as long as she was careful. . . and those eyes were absolutely gorgeous.
"Ilenna." She said simply. Enrique grinned playfully.
"Do you have a second name Ilenna?" He teased playfully.
"Not yet I don't." She replied with a playful, yet suggestive hint. Enrique laughed.
"Alright, fair enough. Can I buy you a drink Ilenna?"
"No." Ilenna said simply. "I can buy my own drink, thanks. But I'll come with you to get one."
Enrique's charming smile widened to an amused one.
"Alright. I'll take what I can get."
With a return smile, Ilenna followed the blonde to the bar, shooting another look over the crowd at her oblivious friends before turning back to him.
Once at the bar, Enrique ordered his drink, then turned to Ilenna to ask what she wanted. After answering his question, Enrique turned back to the bartender and placed the orders, paying for both when the drinks were placed in front of him. Ilenna raised an eyebrow when he turned and handed her her drink with a charming smile, but she decided not to fuss. If he really wanted to pay for her, then he was more then welcome to; it didn't mean he was going to be getting anything out of it.
"Thanks." She said simply. Enrique's charming smile widened.
"You're very welcome." He said softly.
Ilenna opened her mouth to speak when she noted Enrique starring, but he wasn't starring at her, he was starring past her. Turning to look over her shoulder, an unamused expression crossed her face as she saw a group of girls walk by, all smiling and winking at the blonde flirtatiously. Looking back at Enrique, Ilenna just caught him give a playful wink and smile in return, causing her to raise an eyebrow, letting him know just how unimpressed she was.
"Look at you
Gettin' more than just re-up
Baby, you
Got all the puppets with their strings up
Fakin' like a good one, but I call 'em like I see 'em
I know what you are, what you are, baby"
Enrique's expression softened as he starred back at Ilenna.
"They're just friends." He assured her, though the red-head was far from convinced. Seeing her expression, the blonde laughed lightly and opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of a new voice stopped him.
"Yes, you do have so many friends, don't you, Enri?"
The two turned to the side to see a short, green-haired boy standing beside them with a smile and a weary expression. Not seeming at all happy to see his friend, Enrique forced a smile.
"Oliver! Have you met Ilenna?"
Oliver's eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the blonde whom, as far as Ilenna understood, was supposed to be his best friend.
"No." The ameythist-eyed blader replied a little coldly. "We haven't met."
Turning to Ilenna with a warm smile now, Oliver gave the girl a small bow.
"It's so nice to meet you, mademoiselle." He said charmingly, reaching out to take her hand and press a gentle kiss to the back of it. Ilenna couldn't help but smile.
"You too." She replied happily. Oliver spoke again.
"You're friends with the Blitzkrieg boys right?" When he received a nod and smile, Oliver continued. "I thought so. I've seen you with them at some of the tournaments. Do you blade yourself?"
Ilenna laughed and shook her head.
"Not seriously, no. I've sometimes battled them for fun, but I always loose of course. I'm really not that good and it's useless for me to really bother without a bitbeast anyway."
Oliver nodded in comprehension and gave her a small smile.
"Well, I'm sure the Blitzkrieg boys are more then happy to have your support nonetheless."
"I'm sure." Ilenna said with another small laugh, a warm expression crossing her face at the mention of the Russian bladers.
Enrique watched the whole exchange for a while, his temper raising and patience falling with each passing moment as he endured the scene. Eventually, when Oliver mentioned something about seeing Ilenna at the last beyblade social, commenting on meaning to talk to her but not really getting the chance -- which caused Ilenna to release a charming smile towards the small teen -- Enrique finally lost it.
"Oliver!" He almost shouted, causing Ilenna to start in surprise and Oliver to raise an eyebrow at him.
"Johnny was looking for you earlier." He said suggestively. Oliver openly rolled his eyes, not dense enough to miss the not-so-subtle hint.
With no response towards the blonde, Oliver turned back to the red-head with another smile.
"Excusez-moi, madameoiselle." He said, giving her another small bow. "This is where I take my leave. Once again, it was a pleasure to have met you."
Ilenna's lips turned up in a wide smile as she declined her head slightly to return Oliver's polite gesture.
"Likewise, monsieur." She replied playfully, causing Oliver to laugh lightly.
Turning towards his blonde friend, Oliver's smile faded to a deep frown.
"J'espère que vous n'oublie pas que j'ai dit, Enrique." He said quickly, his tone making it sound strangely like a warning. "Ne pas le faire elle."
Ilenna blinked at the smaller teen, trying in vain to follow what he was saying. But, unfortunately, the green-haired teen had spoken far to fast for her rusty french skills to keep up with what was said.
Enrique, who obviously understood what was said, didn't reply.
His expression softening again when he turned back to her, Oliver gave Ilenna one last smile before finally turning and walking away.
"So!" Enrique said rather loudly, an obvious attempt to pull Ilenna's attention back to him. "Would you like to dance, Ilenna?"
Ilenna paused as she again heard the song that had previously been playing, now having been long over, playing loudly in her mind as if it was still blasting through the speakers over-head.
"Womanizer
Woman-Womanizer
You're a womanizer
Oh Womanizer
Oh You're a Womanizer Baby
You, You You Are
You, You You Are
Womanizer, Womanizer, Womanizer "
With a small smirk of amusement for something only she knew the source of, Ilenna lifted her drink to her lips for a sip before finally smiling at the blonde.
"Yea, OK. I guess I could do that."
Enrique smiled again and reached down to take Ilenna's hand before leading her out onto the dance floor. The redhead allowed the small affection and followed the blonde to the center of the gyrating crowd, the song playing over-head being completely drowned out by the one still playing in her mind.
"Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)
Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)"
Enrique turned towards Ilenna when they'd reached the center of the room and starred down at her with such an intensity it made the redhead's composure falter.
"Now, how do you want to do this?"
Ilenna's eyes widened ever so slightly at this question and she felt her face burn a little unexpectedly.
"Wh-What?" She couldn't help but stutter. Enrique smiled, a hint of triumph and smugness behind the expression.
"Dance." He said simply, his face leaning down a little into hers as if giving the impression to help her hear him better.
Ilenna swallowed hard and mentally shook her head, forcing herself to focus.
"Oh, right." She replied, forcing back her flush.
"Well, I don't really care, just don't get any ideas Giancarlo." She said a little playfully, but there was a slight undertone in her voice. Enrique gave him his most winning smile.
"Wouldn't dream of it." He replied suavely.
Enrique's hands slipped around Ilenna's waist and he moved to press his body to hers instead of pulling her to him.
Determined not to let him get to her, to let him know that his advances were actually getting to her, Ilenna accepted him and slipped her arms around his neck, starring up into the sapphire orbs as the two began to dance and jive to the music. Enrique smiled and leaned down to press his lips to Ilenna's ear.
"You're an amazing dancer." Enrique whispered softly.
Ilenna couldn't resist the shiver that ran down her spine as the pale lips pressed against her ear and the blonde's hot breath brushed past it.
"I know." She replied, still determined not to let the blonde have his way.
Enrique smirked, unseen by the girl, and this time pulled her closer to him, his face pressing against hers as they continued to dance.
Once again, Ilenna felt the heat rise in her face, mentally cursing herself as she knew for sure the blonde could feel it with his face pressed so close to hers.
"Why do you dislike me so much?" Enrique whispered softly, his tone so much more gentle then before. Having caught her off guard, Ilenna pulled back from him just enough to look into his face.
"Dislike you?" She repeated in confusion.
Enrique blinked at her innocently, seeming to genuinely believe in the question he'd asked. This made something sickeningly sweet stir deep inside her.
"I don't dislike you, Enrique." She replied, much softer then she'd intended.
"Then why are you so bent on rejecting me?" He asked, sounding a little stung. "Why won't you let me treat you how you should be treated? To show you what it's like to have someone treat you like a real woman. . . "
His face leaned back down into hers again, this time so close she could feel his breath on her face as he spoke softly to her.
"Why won't you let me reward you for being so absolutely stunning?"
Her eyes were locked unblinkingly now on him and both her breath and heartbeat were rivaling against one another to kill her first. Fight all she wanted, this boy was slowly weaseling his way through her walls.
"You Got Me Goin'
You're Oh-So Charmin'
But I can't do it
U Womanizer"
Ilenna swallowed hard and forced herself -- with great difficulty this time -- to pull away a little from the blonde and take a deep breath. She had to focus, she couldn't let his practiced words, his undeniable charm and his experienced actions ensnare her. She wouldn't let herself become another notch on his bedpost.
"Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)
Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)"
"Enrique." She said firmly, mentally cursing herself for the slightly breathlessly spoken word. "I don't dislike you and I am here dancing with you aren't I? Which means I'm more then willing to get to know you or even become friends. But, and I hope you'll excuse me for saying so, I'm sure you're well aware of your own reputation, and it's exactly that reputation that I'm weary of. I won't be another trophy on your shelf."
Enrique pulled completely away from Ilenna with furrowed brows and a pained expression as if she'd just told him she hated him. After taking a few very obviously laboured breaths, he blinked a few times and visibly swallowed hard before finally speaking.
"I. . . I'm not proud of any of the things I've done, Ilenna. . . And you're right, I am well aware of my reputation, but. . . people change."
The blonde swallowed again and looked off to the side. Ilenna's breath was shocked away as she noted the tears coming to the blonde's bright blue sapphire orbs.
A deep sigh escaped her upon seeing this. If this was acting, she had to admit; the boy was good.
"Daddy-O
You got the swagger of champion
Too bad for you
Just can't find the right companion
I guess when you have one too many, makes it hard
It could be easy
Who you are, that's just who you are, baby"
As those words rang out in her head, Ilenna couldn't help but release an empty smile. How many girls did the boy have wrapped around his finger? He really was most of the things he pretended to be; charming, sweet, an excellent sweet-talker. Not to mention that he was incredibly good-looking. But still, she'd also gathered that he was quite the little actor too.
However. . . there was no harm in seeing just where this was going was there? If she knew what to look out for, she could prevent herself from falling into his trap right? Besides, if he was, by some miracle, sincere, then there could be a possibility that having something with the handsome European might just be worth it. In any case, what was the harm in playing along for now?
Ilenna reached up and cupped a hand to Enrique's face, causing his eyes to lift up and look at her.
"Alright. Let's say I'm willing to take a chance on you; if you're really interested, then you've got to prove it to me. None of this saying one thing to me and turning around to say something else to someone else. If I decide to get to know you and somewhere down the road we decided to give something a try, then there can't be any of this. . ." Ilenna paused as the words previously plaguing her mind returned to her, causing her to resist a laugh before continuing. "Womanizing. If you don't want something real, then don't pretend you do; I'm happy being friends. Understand?"
Enrique gave her a watery smile and nodded before re-wrapping his arms around her waist again.
"I got it." He said softly, leaning down to press his face to hers once more.
"Just you." He then whispered.
Ilenna couldn't help but smile as her arms reached up to slip around his neck once more. She refused to let him get to her. She'd merely entertain him, see what his intentions were. Afterwards, then she'd judge him and make her move.
"Lollipop
Must mistake me for a sucker
To think that I
Would be a victim not another
Say it, play it how you wanna
But no way I'm ever gonna fall for you, never you, baby"
"Ilenna?"
"Hm?"
"I. . wanna apologise."
Ilenna furrowed her brows but didn't pull away from him.
"What for?"
"For. . . well, coming on a little too strong I guess. I'm so used to girls falling all over me that I never really have to make much of an effort. Obviously, you're really different and. . . well, I'm not used to girls like you, I didn't know how to act. . "
Ilenna smiled again and gave the blonde a small, encouraging squeeze.
"It's OK. I forgive you." She said playfully, though there was a note of sincerity to her voice.
Enrique sighed softly and pulled the redhead as close to him as possible, one arm fully encircling her back while the other lifted to place gently on the back of her head. Ilenna couldn't stop herself; her head leaned forward to rest on the blonde's chest and her eyes unconsciously slid shut as his chin came to rest on the top of her head. Both teens swayed and moved to the now slow music as they held each other close.
After quite a few drinks, Ilenna's stability had all but vanished, and with it, her resolve towards the blonde hottie still before her.
"You look a little tired." Enrique said, the whispered words sounding so unnaturally beautiful to the redhead. A huge dopey grin spread across the usually calm and collected beauty's face as she pulled away to stare up into the brilliant orbs.
"Yea. A little." She said simply. "You have the most beautiful eyes."
Enrique's brows shot up at this until a moment later, a small smirk came to his face.
"I think someone's had a bit too much to drink."
Ilenna shook her head from side to side childishly.
"Who me? Pft! I could drink you under the table boy!"
Enrique laughed.
"I'm sure you could." He replied in amusement. "And I'm sure I'd be in a much worse state then you if I'd drank as much as you did."
Ilenna straightened up to her full height -- which wasn't very much -- and placed a finger to her chin thoughtfully.
"Well. . . I don't usually drink much." She admitted truthfully. "But this is the first time I've been with everyone in a looooong time. I mean, I had to have a drink with Tyson and Maxie! And then, I couldn't turn down Kai's shot challenge! And you know I had to have a few drinks with my boys. . . Brian always thinks he can out-drink me. Ha! And White Russian's are mine and Tally's tradition."
Enrique bit his cheek in amusement. Tally? He was sure she wouldn't have called Tala that had she been sober.
"And lets not forget the drink Oliver bought you earlier on." Enrique added playfully, yet there was a slight edge to his voice. A dreamy look took a hold of Ilenna's face at the mention of Oliver's name.
"Yea. . " She cooed with a grin. "Cute lil' Oli. He's so sweet!"
Enrique wrinkled his nose at this but quickly replaced his charming smile and reached a finger down to lift Ilenna's chin to look at him.
"And I'm not?" He asked with a small, mock pout.
Ilenna's dopey grin faded to a smaller, warm smile. She reached up her hands to place on either side of Enrique's face and leaned up as far as she could manage.
"Yes, you are." She said softly. "Don't be jealous, love."
Enrique chewed the side of his cheek for a moment as he starred down at her. After a moment he smiled and turned his head to press a sweet kiss to one of her palms.
"I can't help it." He replied softly. "If I have to be a good boy, I expect everyone else to be too. . ."
Ilenna laughed lightly at this and smiled as Enrique took her hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze.
"It doesn't matter about everyone el-" The end of Ilenna's sentence was cut off as a wide yawn escaped her. Enrique chuckled.
"You're such a bluff." He said playfully. "You're practically falling asleep."
His expression softened as he reached a hand up to gently brush her long bangs from her face.
"Let me take you home."
Ilenna considered this for a few moments before finally smiling and giving the boy a single nod.
"OK." She said simply. Enrique smiled at her again and lifted the hand still linked with his to his lips for another sweet kiss before turning and leading her off the dance floor and towards the exit.
Ilenna's tired eyes closed in a yawn as the two reached the exit, but before they could leave, a familiar voice stopped them.
"Ilenna?"
The redhead stopped walking, forcing Enrique to stop too, and both turned to see a second red-head starring at them with a frown.
"Where are you going?" Tala asked emotionlessly, though his eyes were hard as they starred at the blonde beside her.
Ilenna grinned wide and left Enrique's side to walk over to Tala and wrap her arms around him in a big hug. He lifted a hand to place on her back but his eyes never left Enrique.
"I'm leaving." Ilenna said, another yawn breaking through her speech. "I'm sooo tired."
"I'm gonna take her home." Enrique said with a smile.
Tala's expression hardened. He looked down at the petite redhead in his arms, noted her drunken state and totally uncharacteristic actions, then looked back up at the blonde with a scathing look.
"No you're not." He said bluntly.
Enrique was taken aback and Ilenna pulled away to look up at Tala with a frown.
"What do you mean?"
Tala looked back down at her.
"If you're tired, I'll take you home. You're not going home with some European playboy who can't keep his hands off any and every girl who walks by."
Enrique frowned at this but said nothing. Ilenna's frown however parted for her words.
"I can take care of myself, Tala!" She said indignantly. "I'm a big girl!"
Had the circumstances been any different, Tala would have smirked in amusement at her childish, stubborn antics. But as it was, the current situation was far from funny and Tala knew that when she had her mind set to something, there was no changing it.
With another deep frown, Tala replaced his hand around Ilenna's waist and reached his free hand up to place at the back of her head before leaning down to whisper in her ear.
"Just be careful, Len." He said softly. "I don't want you to get hurt."
Ilenna threw her arms around the other redhead again and gave him a tight squeeze.
"I will." She replied happily. Tala sighed lightly and pulled away from her.
"Call me if you need me." He told her, loud enough for Enrique to hear. Ilenna nodded and Tala moved to walk away. Enrique followed suit but Tala's hand on his shoulder stopped him. Leaning into the blonde's ear, he hissed a warning to him that only he could hear.
"She sheds a single tear because of you and you're shark-bait, Giancarlo. You got it?"
Enrique, admittedly a little unnerved by Tala's threat but refusing to show it, nodded confidently.
"I got it." He said bravely. Tala scowled at him in disgust before finally moving past him and disappearing into the crowd.
"Shall we?" Enrique asked, holding out his arm for his companion to take. She smiled at him and nodded before linking her arm with his.
"We shall." She said playfully, causing the blonde to laugh and finally lead her out of the building.
The rented limo stopped outside a modest looking apartment somewhere along the streets of Moscow. Enrique turned to look at the girl who'd just stepped out and gave her a playful smile.
"Care for some company?" He teased playfully, fully expecting her to decline. He was therefor greatly surprised when she seemed to consider this before finally smiling and giving him a slight nod.
"Yes actually, I'd like that."
Enrique blinked at her for a moment, suddenly realized she was serious and quickly turned to the driver to tell him he'd call when he wanted to be picked up before hastily clambering out of the limo.
Ilenna laughed at the blonde's antics and lead him towards the building.
-;-
High-heeled stilettos fell to the floor with a thud, quickly followed by a pair of expensive looking shoes as the owners fell back on the bed heavily, making it bounce.
"Whew." Ilenna said with a smile. "I'm all pooped out."
Enrique propped himself up on his elbow and smiled down at her, the girl now appearing to be a little more sober, though still a little tipsy.
"I'm not surprised." He said with a small laugh. "All that dancing! You really are an excellent dancer."
Ilenna's head lolled to the side to look at him and smiled gently.
"You're not so bad yourself, player."
Enrique gave her a lop-sided smile and Ilenna sat up and starred down at him.
"I'm sorry, I was just teasing."
Enrique shook his head.
"No, it's OK. It's my own fault."
The blonde sat up then too and starred into the redhead's brilliant sparkling silver eyes.
"You're so beautiful, Ilenna. . ." He whispered, like it was some big secret.
Ilenna blinked at him before feeling a faint blush and turning away. She stood up to walk off somewhere, she wasn't sure where, but a hand on hers held her in place.
Enrique stood up and took her other hand in his as well, moving in front of her to look down into her face.
"I thought you said you were willing to give me a chance?" He inquired in a low whisper, reaching up to brush her hair from her face. Ilenna bit the side of her lip as, not for the last time, the words of a previously-played song rang in her ears.
Maybe if we both lived in different worlds
(Womanizer Womanizer Womanizer Womanizer)
It would be all good, and maybe I could be ya girl
But I can't 'cause we don't
You..."
"Enrique. . ." She began slowly, fully intending to tell him exactly how unappealing the idea of being with him was, knowing how many other girls he'd swooned and swept off their feet in no doubt the exact same way. However, one look into those eyes got her head swimming, heart thundering and breathing laboured. Again the words of the song played out in her head, this time loudly as if the artist was screaming the words at her as a desperate warning.
"Womanizer
Woman-Womanizer
You're a womanizer
Oh! Womanizer
Oh! You're a Womanizer Baby
You, You You Are
You, You You Are-"
Ilenna imagined slamming a door shut in her mind as if to finally block the singer out. Damn it all to hell! If this was a huge mistake, then let her make it! Was it wrong to want a little affection? To believe that the lies someone told you were real in the hope that it might just all be worth it in the end? Was that really so wrong?
Silver eyes slid shut, again as if to block out her thoughts and emotions, all caused by the stunning blue orbs floating above her. Finally, her resolve broke.
"Alright. . " She whispered, barely audible, her eyes opening once again to stare up at him almost pleadingly. "Show me how I should be treated. . ."
Enrique smiled and slipped an arm around her while the other reached up to cup her face, finally leaning down and pressing his lips to the soft, so-kissable rose peddles below him.