Yoko: hello, this idea came to me while I was listening to "Truth", by Luca Yumi and "Rinbu Revolution" by Okui Masami

Kira: good songs *nods*

Yoko: yes, yes, I definitely recommend it to you all, my beloved readers, especially while you read this fic, it really kinda sets a good mood! ^-^

Disclaimer: same as always, I own nothing but the plot, which really isn't even mine, so… I own nothing!!! *sobs*

"Enrique dear, you really need to find yourself a good wife and settle down!"

Enrique just nodded, but rolled his eyes when his mother turned her back on him, most likely to ask one of the servants for more tea.

It had been the same conversation for so long he really couldn't ever remember a time when she hadn't been constantly on his back about it. When he was younger, he had dated many women, sometimes at a time, more for his mother than himself, but either he didn't like her, or his parents didn't.

It was frustrating, to say the least.

When the servants poured more tea, his mother began her lecture once again, but Enrique just tuned her out, only catching simple words and phrases.

Apparently, his mother was becoming so frustrated with her only son, that she was planning to have as festival of sorts, with a banquet nearly every night, where Enrique could meet all the eligible single woman in the high society his parents wanted. That way, the girls would already be pre-approved by his parents, and all he had to do was choose which one he liked best.

Grumbling, Enrique accepted, and his mother, always the planner, nearly squealed in happiness before calling her favorite servant to ready the invitation cards, the finest they had!

In no time at all, the mansion was filled with servants and party planners running back and forth, and even running into each other, which just showed how many people there must have been.

As Enrique tiredly lay his head in his arms, he had wonder,

Was it really worth all this trouble?

He wished he still had contacts with his old teammates, they probably would have made the festivities somewhat bearable, but, he hadn't even talked with any of them since they had be bladed together.

'Bladed?'

The word seemed so odd on his tongue, so childish in his mind, and he couldn't help but laugh as he thought how enthusiastic he had been while competing against with the best with his friends at his side, although they sometimes denied it (*cough*Johnny*cough*)

He thought briefly of calling Oliver, but he already knew he would get the same answer: static.

It was if the French boy had fallen off the planet.

For a while, when the story was "new" there had been a world-wide search for the cook-turned-beyblader, but after months of searching, the press just gave up and moved onto newer, so called "bigger" things.

But that hadn't stopped all the teams, even the blitzrieg boys, who searched for another year before the truth that no one had wanted believe finally dawned.

Oliver was gone.

They had mourned for a while, but it had been 5 years since then, and Oliver now seemed to be nothing.

A call from his mother awoke him from his thoughts, and he rushed to her, glad to help decorate to keep his mind distracted

-------------------------Day 3 of 3----------------------------------

Here it was, the final day of the festival, and he was starting to become annoyed with most of the girls here, who tried to act, well, coy.

It was more aggravating than stimulating, really.

Growling as yet another girl practically threw herself at him, he just simply threw her off his lap before making his way to the table and pouring himself another glass of wine.

All at once, the area was flooded with the beautiful scent of roses, and Enrique couldn't help but smile as he looked up.

She was here.

Following the scent, Enrique followed the mane of fluffy green hair as its owner weaved playfully through the crowd, checking back every once in a while to make sure her pray was still following, before running off again, beautiful amethyst eyes filled with joy and playfulness.

For a while, Enrique just let her lead, following obediently where she went, searching for that rose scent if he ever lost her. But then, he decided he had had enough. He had been doing this every night so far, and if he didn't catch her tonight, he would never look at another girl the same way again, not to mention his mother was getting impatient.

So, feigning innocent playfulness, he lead her into a dead end balcony where he cornered her, both arms on either side of her, blocking her in.

The girl smirked and tried walking around him when she suddenly fell, pain etched on her face when Enrique hurriedly caught her before carrying her bridal style to the outdoor bench conveniently nearby. The girl tried to mumble that she was fine and get up again, but she just ended up falling back down on the bench. Enrique bit his lip worriedly, and gently and elegantly took off the girls shoes, putting them somewhere nearby as he kissed both of her delicate feet gently, admiring at how soft and white they were, but also monitoring the many tiny cuts and bruises the tight, fancy shoes had caused her.

Quickly grabbing some medical tape of a nearby glass table, he once again grabbed her foot before wrapping it up as gently as he could before doing the same to its twin, smiling up at her when he was done.

The girl blushed a bit, and leaned forward to give him a small peck, but Enrique grabbed her shoulders and pulled her forward, making her gasp in surprise, which he took as a chance to explore her mouth with his tongue. She resisted for a second, but soon joined in too.

They soon became physical, when Enrique suddenly began to pull down on her purple ball gown that so beautifully matched her eyes while the clock struck 12 somewhere nearby.

The girl suddenly panicked and pushed Enrique aside as firmly but gently as she could before running off in the crowd, leaving behind only the wavering scent of fresh roses and the delicate crystal shoes placed neatly next to the bench.

Picking them up gently so as not to break them, Enrique was displeased to find no trace whatsoever of who the girl might have been.

Going back to the ballroom, Enrique once again found nothing, not even a clue.

She was gone.

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Yoko; and, that's the end!

Kira: or is it?

Yoko: Well, it will be if nobody reviews!

Kira: also, just a note, flames will be used to roast marshmallows!

Yoko: Okay?

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