Robert:
"Enrique? Are you…shit."
Backing away from the door in haste, I nearly run smack into Johnny. He's obviously just come down from the upstairs guest rooms – his hair is tousled and disarranged without the trademark bandana, he's yawning, and his clothes are rumpled.
"Don't go in there."
He raises an eyebrow at me – why are you blushing? - and pokes his head round the doorframe.
I swear I can sense the massive sweatdrop forming behind his head…
"Quiet, aren't they?"
The remark startles a snort of laughter out of me and I head for the kitchens, dragging him along by one wrist.
"If they don't come to the breakfast table in five minutes…"
"Already taken care of, sirs." Piddlesworth [A/N: What a name! -_-;] comes up behind us, a tray balanced in each hand. "I believe I can leave them their meal without disturbing them too much…"
"Ah, thank you…"
He heads off. Johnny glances in my direction, then shrugs and heads for the table, where breakfast awaits, hot and inviting.
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"Should we wake them up?" The corner of my mouth twitches into a mischievous half-smile.
Johnny's eyes light up with wicked glee. "Just a sec…not yet…Hey, Piddlesworth!"
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"Johnny…Johnny, that's enough pictures…Jonathan, enough. Let's wake them up so they can eat."
I think he's taken enough pictures of those two to cover the bedroom walls. How many rolls of film did he use up already? Is he planning to blackmail Enrique or something?
But I have to agree with him…they look so cute!
I didn't just think that, did I?
I glance over again at the two oblivious forms on the bed. Enrique is flat on his back, Oliver curled against his chest with one arm behind Enrique's neck. Now just how did that happen? I lean closer, noting tearstains on Oliver's bruised face and the glint of silver in his clenched fist.
Uh-oh…did Enrique just move?
My Italian teammate's eyes snap open suddenly, very alert, very enraged, and looking right…at…
"JOHNNY MACGREGOR! GIVE ME THAT CAMERA, RIGHT NOW!"
This should get interesting…
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A/N: Sou da! I LOOOOVE Bitbeasts! They're going for a pretty high involvement in this fic! Even the non-Majestics ones, no doubt!
I think I know EXACTLY where to put the Bladebreakers in now. And – oh, before I forget – I'm guessing it'll be Kai/Rei.
(Maroku: *growl*)
OR Kai/Johnny! All right? ALL RIGHT, YOU IDIOTIC THING!?! OR WHY DON'T I MAKE IT COMPLICATED?! I'LL JUST PAIR ROBERT WITH…WITH TYSON! AND JOHNNY WITH KENNY! JEEZ! AND KAI CAN GO OFF INTO THE SUNSET WITH – LEE!!!! AGHHHHH!!!!!!
(Maroku: *backs off with wide eyes* and zip! disappears. *She must be on a caffeine high…or on antidepressant or…something…*
Drac: Hnnnnrrrrr! Ahl meihan rahmenchai dreschnon'!)
And, for my brain's sake (before my muse damages it anymore), there will be OCs involved in later chapters. At least one team of them. NO, they won't be Mary-Sues. No ultimate teams or bladers which no one can beat. Don't worry. And Robert probably won't mention the word 'uncouth' until we get down to the battling. It annoys me to no good end.
Klyukaizer: Neomail works wonders! Jurgen's afraid of roa-ches, Jurgen's afraid of roa-ches!
Mistress of Anime: Short chapters are better. If it's long I lose interest…
Hikari no Yami: It's what comes of transferring schools. Tagalog and English are my native languages, I had French lessons in Singapore, Spanish and Japanese lessons here…my goal – to be ultramultilingual. Not.
…And yet we still don't know what happened to Oliver. I must be in an evil mood.
Blame the projects.
*crooning* Teachers are eeevil, so eeeevil…as eeevil as meeeee….