(A/N: Oooooh, I was ebil....oh so ebil. -_-;; And because I was so ebil, wanna know what happened? I wrote this up almost as soon as I posted chappie eleven. I couldn't wait to find out what was gonna happen next. X3 Sad, when the writer doesn't even know, isn't it? Ne wayz, thankies for the loverly reviews! ^^ YAY! 40 reviews! PARTY!
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AB: Snowbird: Iam continuing! I am, I am! ^^ And quickly, nonetheless....Oo;;; Darkness: You might wanna get that nervous twitch checked out....mayb it's just the ebil way I ended the chappie, ne? ^^;;;...Never fearm the answers r here! Lady Zephyros: Writing more, writing more! ^^ U shall find out what happened in the all powerful...chapter 12! So glad u like the fic! ^^ the-epideime-virus: Oo I have a lot of reviewers like that...their reviews r the source of my amusement! XD Be proud 2 join their ranks! j/k...Ne wayz, glad u like the fic,but I dunno about five more chappies.....Maybe 2, if we're lucky...everything's starting 2 tie in. ~-~ In a way, I'm sad to leave it. But, all good things come to an end, right? ^^;;; *hopes not to get killed* Kitten Fang: Congrats for being the fortieth reviewer! ^^ *throws conffetti* Yes, cliffy's R very bad...I hate them. -_-;; But as I said, I ran out of steam. I didn't really know where I wanted to go with that last sentence. So, I've decided and now, I'm on a rooooooooooooooll! XD And to write the next chap, I had to sit my lazy arse down at the comp, so technically, I was on it! XD Next chappie up, and super fast! Now, on with the fic!)

End of the Affair: Part 12- I think a Vacation is In Order

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Oliver waited impatiently for Enrique to finish checking in. The blonde Italian was currently arguing with the clerk over which suite he wanted. Oliver sighed. Sometimes he wondered why he put up with Enrique....

He glanced over to the window, watching the brilliant sunset over the ocean water. He sighed. At least Enrique had picked a good vacation spot this time. The door to the lobby swung open and Oliver quickly diverted his attention to it. He recognized the new people instantly. The White Tigers. He blinkedly rapidly several times, then grinned widely. "Hey, guys!" he said, walking over.

The pink-haired girl- Mariah, he thought had been her name- turned to him, eyes narrowed. Then she saw him and she smiled. "Hey Oliver.What are you doing here?"

Oliver gestured to Enrique, who was STILL arguing at the desk. "Enrique-kun and I are on vacation. What about you guys?"

Mariah nodded. "Same here." She turned to the other White Tigers. "Hey, guys, you remember Oliver, right?"

Kevin nodded. "Would never forget someone with such a fantastic hair color," he said, grinning.
Obviously, he was pleased he wasn't the only person in the world with green locks. Gary grinned lop-sidedly. "Gary never forgets friends."

Li, however scowled, crossing his arms. "I believe we've met," he growled, shooting Oliver an angry glance. Oliver raised an eyebrow, confused. "Wha-"

"Hey, Oliver-koi. I got the-"

Enrique stopped short, finally noticing the White Tigers. "Oi, whose this?" he asked, any recollection of the other Beybladers eluding him right then.

"The White Tigers, koi. Remember. We met them in Russia?"

Enrique looked at them for a few minutes, and everything seemed to fall into place. "Right!" he said, nodding and smiling brightly. "Great to see you all again!"

Li bit his tongue in an effort to hold back his insults. He didn't like the Italian boy. Something beneath the cheerful demeanor bothered him. Enrique's eyes narrowed, focusing on Li, but he remained silent. Mariah broke the silence that followed. "Well, we were just heading back to our rooms. Would you guys like to join us for dinner?"

Oliver smiled. "Sure. That'd be great. Right, Enrique-kun?"

He elbowed the other boy. "Yeah....great," the blonde replied slowly, almost poisonously.

Oliver furrowed his brow. Suddenly Enrique picked up their gear and hastily bid the White Tigers goodbye, then dragged Oliver by them, up the stairs.

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Micheal woke, headache spliting his head in two. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. He re-opened them, then blinked several times, clearing his foggy vision. He glanced round, eyes growing wide as he took in the room. He was in the hospital. "What the Hell?"

He glanced around, completely dumbfounded. How had he gotten here? The last thing he remembered...What was the last thing he remembered?

Oh, right. He had been in Steve's basement. Yes, that sounded right. Blinking and trying to ignore the pain in his head, he moved his right hand. Something crinkled. Startled, he looked down.

There, on the side of the bed, was a folded up newspaper. Slowly, he reached down and picked it up, unfolding it cautiously. Written at the bottom of the front page in Steve's firm hand, was "Thanks a lot, asshole."

Frowning, he turned the half-fold paper over. Steve's picture was printed boldly on the print page, along with the words "Drug Dealer Escapes Police".

"Shit."

Micheal dropped the paper limply and flopped back against the pillows.

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Robert burst through the door of Johnny's apartment. The red-head jumped, nearly dropping what was left of his cigarette. "Robert, what the he-"

"Johnny, where's Enrique?"

Johnny shrugged, completely baffled. "Hell if I know!"

There was silence for a moment, then the red-head frowned and asked, "Why?"

Robert glanced around, then stepped in and shut the door. "I've got a job for him."

Johnny frowned. "I guess he's home in Rome, if it's an emergency. Or in Paris, with Oliver."

Robert nodded and picked up the phone. Johnny sighed. "That's right, just use my stuff."

Robert raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

"Nothing," Johnny muttered quickly, squashing the butt of his smoke in the ash tray.

Robert frowned. "You should really stop that, you know."

"Stop what?"

"Smoking."

Johnny laughed, then picked up another cigarette and lit it. "It ain't killed me yet."

Robert frowned, but paid the red-head no more heed, for which Johnny was sorely disappointed. Finally, Robert set down the phone. "He's not home."

Johnny shrugged. "Try calling Oliver-"

"Neither of them are home. They're in Costa Rico."

Johnny raised an eyebrow. "Really? Enrique actually got around to taking Oliver on a vacation?"

Robert paced the room. "Sounds like Enrique- just when you need him, he darts off."

Johnny laughed. "Kinda like you," he muttered darkly.

Robert stared at him. "What do you mean by that?"

Johnny shrugged and looked away. "I dunno."

There was a silence. Finally, the red-head spoke again. "Well, if he's in Costa Rico, why don't you just go there and get him? He likes to get his jobs in person, anyways."

Robert looked up. "I suppose you're right-"

Johnny practically leaped up out of his chair. "Great! I'll call up Gustaff- he'll get your plane here in no time."

"Eagar to be rid of me, Johnny?"

The red-head shrugged. Robert sat down in a chair,frowning. 'What's gotten into you, Johnny?'

~*
Emily frowned and turned on the TV. She sat up, tucking her legs under her. She watched dully, barely listening to the blonde news reporter yak on.

"And in other news, the police are on the hunt for former All Star, Steve Tomson. He's wanted on accounts of drug dealing. If you have any information about his whereabouts, contact your local police station immediatley."

Emily frowned and turned off the TV. "Steve's dealing again? That idiot..."

She got up, huffing slightly in anger. "I told him to stop, but nooo...Those idiot police won't find him here. If I know Steve, he's left the country. But where would he go?"

She frowned, and stopped pacing, thinking. Then she snapped her fingers as she reached her brilliant conclusion. "Of course. Why didn't I think of that before?"

~*
The phone rang. Judy frowned. Who would be calling so late? She wandered into the hall and pciedk up the reciever. "Hello?"

"Hi Judy. It's Emily. You've been watching the news?"

"No..."

"Turn on the TV then. Channel 25."

Judy did as she was instructed and let her jaw fall slack. "Steve...." she muttered quietly.

"Exactly," said Emily. "I believe he's fled the country."

"I wouldn't doubt it. But where would he go?"

"He has relatives in Costa Rico."

"So you think he's gone there?"

"I don't think so, I know so."

Judy frowned and contemplated this. Finally, she said, "Call Micheal. Tell him the All Stars are going on a little 'trip.'"

"Can do."

And with that, Emily hung up. Judy turned to the stairwell, a plan forming in her mind. "Max!" she called. "Come here- I want to talk to you."

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Max stirred groggily next to Tyson, blinking rapidly. "Funny...I could've swore I heard Mom..."

He glanced around, eyes finally settling on Tyson's sleeping form. The bluenette was passed out, limbs sprawled every which way, snoring loudly. Max bit a back a fit of the giggles.

"MAX!"

He rubbed his eyes. "Okay, that time, I KNOW I heard her," he muttered, sliding out of bed.

"Yes, Mom?" he called back, sliding into his pants and throwing a t-shirt over his head.

He exited the room and clambered down the stairs. Judy smiled warmly at him. He frowned, suddenly unsure of what his mother was thinking.

"Sweetie, I've been thinking. I've been awfully inconsiderate to you and Tyson the last few days. You're my baby boy and I'll always love you, no matter what."

She smiled, tears forming in her eyes. She bent down and hugged him tightly. "I'm so happy you've found somebody," she whispered.

"Mom..."

Max was completely taken back. He hadn't been expecting this. He buried his head in her shoulder, wrapping his arms about her neck. "I love you too, Mom."

She let go of him, standing up. "Just to apologize for being such an idiot the last few days, I'm going to take you and Tyson on a vacation."

"A...A vacation?"

"Yes. We're going to Costa Rico. If that's all right with you?" she finished, looking to him for re-assurance.

He grinned widley. "Yeah! That'd be great, Mom!"

She smiled. "Good. Now, go get packed. We're leaving tomorrow."

Max dashed away upstairs and Judy grinned. "Talk about killing two birds with one stone..."

~*
Enrique remained unusually silent throughout dinner. Oliver asked him several times if he was feeling alright, but he barely heard him. He was focused on Li. 'So, he knows,' he concluded finally. 'Damn. Well, that can easily be fixed.'

He smiled an odd little smile. Oliver frowned. "Enrique-kun, are you sure you're okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Never been better," the blonde replied, still smiling.

Oliver shivered at the tone of Enrique's voice. He'd heard that tone before and knew that it never meant anything good.

~*
Bryan frowned at Tala. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Tala-boy?"

The red-head smirked at him. "I'm getting out of here."

Bryan snorted. "Yeah right. Whatever you say."

Tala smirked. "Wait and see."

He sat back on his bunk, humming oftly to himself. Bryan frowned. "You're crazy. You know that?"
Tala laughed. "Yes, Bryan. I am quite aware of my insanity."

They fell silent, watching as one of the guards passed. The passing form stopped suddenly, glaring in at them. His pale eyes glittered angrily in the rum moonlight. "Keep it down in there, or you'll find yourselves in solitary."

His voice had a heavy Russian accent and Bryan frowned. He looked from Tala to the guard and back to Tala again. The red-head nodded. The guard slid the key into the lock, and swung the gate back on himself, knocking himself to the floor. Tala took off at a speed that put Olympic sprinters to shame. The guard clattered up again. He looked at Bryan. "Get out," he hissed.

"Spencer?" the stunned boy asked.

"Get out, now!"

Bryan nodded and followed Tala, hearing Spencer in the fading distance. "Prisoners on the loose! Escaped prisoners! After them!"

And he ran off in the opposite direction. He heard shrill voices rise over the clatter of shoes. "Which way did they go?"

"This way! Follow me!"

~*
Tala sprinted out across the grounds. He was almost free- so close, so very close. He made a dash for the wall.

The patrolman on the wall saw him and sounded the alarm. A shot rang out in the night and the guard toppled off the wall, coming to rest at Tala's feet.

The red-head slowed to a saunter. A short figure on the wall gave him the "thumbs up" signal. A helicoptor whirred in the darkness.

It hovered over the wall, dangling a long rope ladder. The figure on the wall clambered up it. Tala scrambled up the wall, onto the ladder, clambering into the relative safety of the 'coptor. Ivan grinned at him. "Nice job, Tala-boy."

The red-head grinned back. "You too."

Gunshots rang out on the yard below. Tala looked down to see Spencer hanging on the bottom of the ladder, shooting at the approaching hordes of police. He waved at Tala, giving him the signal for lift off. Tala barked something at the pilot in Russian and the pilot obeyed, lifting off.

Spencer continued to shoot at the shrinking figures on the lawn. Ivan looked at Tala. "What about Bryan?"

Tala sneered. "The idiot's dead. Serves him right too."

Ivan grinned wickedly. "Yes. Can't have any rats left, can we?"

The chopper took off into the calm night.

~*
Micheal met Emily at the airport at nine a.m the next morning. They were going commercial today, rather than taking the private plane.

Judy had taken that early this morning. She'd left with Max and Tysno, under the guise that the three of them were on a vacation.

Emily tapped her foot impatiently as he idly crossed the floor. "Took you long enough," she said huffily.

He shrugged. "Gimme a break. Stupid doctors wouldn't let me go."

Emily 'hmmphed' and turned away. "Well, let's go. The plane leaves in ten minutes."

Micheal nodded and followed her as she walked briskly to the terminal. 'Steve-hunting. Joy.' He rolled his eyes. 'Just what we need.'

~*
Enrique checked Oliver, making sure the other boy was asleep. He slid out of the bed, creeping over to the wardrobe. Looking back, he made sure that no one was watching.

He dug into one of the drawers. He pulled out whatever had been residing there, finally coming up with a nine caliber pistol. It gleamed in the moonlight.

He tucked it into his belt, making sure his shirt concealed it. Cautiously, he replaced all the clothes in the drawer. He made his way to the door, stopping to kiss Oliver fondly on the brow. "I'll be back."

He drew a deep breath and exited the room.

~*
Li was vaguely aware of someone else in the room, watching him intently.

He cracked open an eye, only to see Enrique staring intently at him. Something cold was pressed to his temple. Li opened his mouth in horror- as if to scream. Enrique placed a finger t his lips.

"Don't. say. a. word," he instructed, slowly clicking the safety off the gun.

Li stared up at him, wide-eyed. "You know why," Enrique hissed.

His fingers tightened on the trigger. "You know what I do. I thought maybe you'd like to experience it first-hand."

He pulled the trigger.

The gun clattered to the floor and Enrique made his escape. Once safely back in his own room, he pulled off the false finger-prints he's placed on his hands. He smiled. "They'll never know," he murmured and crawled back to bed.

Oliver stirred beside him. "Enrique? What's going on?"

The blonde kissed the other boy on the forehead. "Nothing, dear. Go back to sleep."

~*
Max turned on the TV, ready to start relaxing. Tyson was sleeping, sprawled across the bed. Max yawned, jet lag catching up with him.

"East Costa Rico is in turmoil today after the mysterious death of Wong Li. Wong was found dead in his suite at the hotel early this morning by friend Mariah Mynx. Police haven't released any details on the death."

Max's mouth opened and shut several times, but no words came out. "Holy....fuck."

Tyson groaned beside him, waking up slightly. "What's wrong?"

"Li..Li....he's dead."

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Oliver frowned, turned off the TV and glared at Enrique. "I thought you said-"

Enrique shrugged, staring at the floor. "A job is a job."

Oliver growled. "This was supposed to be OUR time!"

Enrique shrugged again. "Not my problem."

"It IS your problem! You said...you said..."

Enrique got up, sighing heavily. "Look, I'm sorry Oliver. But...you know what I do, and I know you don't like it, but it's my job."

Oliver frowned. "But that was one of our friends!"

"But he knew. Did you want him to rat me out? He would have you know, just like that."

He snapped his fingers for emphasize. Oliver sat down on the bed heavily. "I...I just can't believe you did that. To someone who was our friend. It makes me wonder...."

Enrique waited for him to finish. "Would you do that to me?"

~*
He was just your typical tourist. Your typical, annoying American tourist. He didn't know any Spanish, he didn't have any relatives here, he wasn't on the run from the cops. He was just your typical tourist.

Steve blended into the crowd of tourists, careful not to make too much eye contact or act conspicious. You never knew who had seen the news reports. He wandered from shop to shop, looking at the odd line of Costa Riccan (A/N: Not sure if I spelled that right...) merchandise. He fit in well. He glanced up, looking about the crowd.

And then he saw them. He almost growled. "Mike...Em. What the hell are they doing here?"

The two All Stars were meandering his way. They'd be almost sure to spot him and recognize him. "Fuck..."

He turned and fled the market, hoping to escape his former teammates.

~*
The door swung back to reveal....the doctor hovering over Rei, the neko-jin pinned beneath him with his teeth sunk deeply into his hand. Rei was crying, a red hand mark burning on his left cheek.

Kai felt unpredecented rage boil in his veins. "What the hell are you doing?!" he screamed, tearing the psychiatrist away from his boyfriend angrily.

Rei curled up, sobbing. Kai shoved the man down angrily. "You fucking asshole..."

He spat viciously on him. He grabbed the startled man by the collar. "You. Stay the fuck away from my boyfriend."

He threw him back to the ground and helped Rei up. The neko-jin collapsed against him sobbing. Kai's anger receeded. "Shhh. Let's get out of here," he murmured, throwing one last glare down at the doctor, who sat startled on the floor.

Kai stormed by the receptionist, dragging Rei with him. "Expect to hear from my lawyer," he sneered, then exited the office, Rei following him like a lost puppy.

~*
The car ride home was cheerless and Rei stared blankly out the window. The windshield wipers swished across the rain-pelted glass rhythmically. At last, Rei turned his gaze to the inside, gathering his courage enough to speak. "Kai?" he asked meekly.

"Hmm?"

"Do...do you really...think...I'm crazy?"

Kai glanced over at the neko-jin. "No, Rei, I don't. I was just worried about you....especially after...what happened."

"Oh."

Rei turned back to the window. After long moments of silence, Rei turned back to Kai, exclaiming, "Let's get out of here, Kai."

Kai looked at the younger boy, startled. Rei smiled at him. "Let's leave, get out of this Hell-hole. Just you and me."

Kai stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Rei squeezed his arm lightly. "Please Kai? Let's get away from all this, just for a little while."

Kai looked at Rei, then nodded. Rei squeezed his arm angain and smiled. "Thanks, Kai. Aishiteru."

~*~*
[A/N: Why the heck did I choose Costa Rico? I have no clue....-_-;; Anywho, I'm hoping to wrpa this up within the next couple of chappies. If all goes as planned...Tho, not much every does. Murphy's Law, I suppose. -_- Until next time, JA!]