Title: Because Of Me
Author: kawaii-kirei "KK"
Rating: PG-13 (I don't care if I'm just 10. XP)
Pairing/s: OliverEnrique and RobertJohnny
Summary: A Majestic's fic! Enrique did something that made Oliver miserable. But Enrique has no clue to what Oliver's sad about, and his other teammates won't tell him anything. So will Oliver tell him or will it stay a secret forever? Will questions be answered? Yaoi!! Don't like, don't read.
Author's Notes: >.> Full of fluff, huh? Riiiiiiiight. T.T;; Sorry again for not updating! The reason why I updated is because of an evil, evil girl that e-mailed me, so if you're forced to read this crap of mine, blame her, not me. XD
Warning/s: Yaoi and some cursing.
Disclaimer: I don't own BeyBlade, I don't own the Majestics, end of story, period. But I do own Kyra, Heather, Christine and Misho! XD
Dedications: SilveryKitsune! She's the evil, evil girl that I told you about in my author's notes. XD READ HER STORIES, DAMNIT!!!
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Because of Me
-chapter 3-
"Please, Enrique..." Oliver whimpered as his hand clutched the blonde's shirt tighter. He couldn't avoid it. He was selfish. He wanted Enrique to be his and his alone. He knew what he wanted. The only thing is, he doesn't know how to get it.
"What is it?" Enrique didn't care about the date, anymore. Just seeing Oliver like this made his heart wrench, made his stomach twist and turn, he almost wanted to puke himself out just for Oliver.
"Please don't let go. I don't..." I can't... Oliver shut his eyes tightly,
"You don't what?"
"I don't think... I can take being alone again. Please don't leave me." No... I'm asking for too much.
"Oliver... I won't leave you. Ever. I'll never do such a thing. I promise you that."
Oliver shuddered, Let's just hope that the promise will last forever... That'll be enough to keep me sane. "Enrique, where is..." His eyes widened. Oh crap, that wasn't supposed to come out of my mouth!
"What?" Enrique raised an eyebrow, half because of the incomplete question and the other half, because of the widened eyes.
"Don't you..." He bit his lip, "have a... d-" Oliver mentally slapped himself. Almost, just almost. He almost said it.
"A what?" Enrique tightened his hold on the figure in his arms, "Oliver, you're kinda making me confused."
"Do you love me?"
The question made Enrique's own eyes widen, and he frowned. "Of course, I love you. Why would you doubt that?"
Oliver buried his face on Enrique's shirt again. His body started to shake once again as he spoke with a raspy voice, "I saw you with two other girls in an alley just a few hours ago."
Enrique froze.
Oliver smirked at that, albeit a little sadly. "So, I really wasn't dreaming back then." He pushed himself out of the bed and out of Enrique's arms, wiping his tears with a bitter smile. "You should go. It's almost 7 PM."
When he saw Enrique try to speak, he glared. "No more, Enrique! I don't want anything anymore!" He backed away, holding the sides of his head in frustration with tears running down his cheeks like rivers, "I love you, alright?! I love you so much it hurts! But I..." He closed his eyes tightly, "Get out, please."
Enrique stood up, making a step forward closer to the shaking figure in front of him, "Oliver, please lis-"
"GET OUT, DAMNIT!"
Enrique managed to dodge a small mirror thrown his way and only managed one thought as he was pushed out of the room with the door slammed in front of his face. Oliver...
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"Yo, what happened to you?" Heather raised an eyebrow as Enrique came down the stairs sulkily,
"Did something happen to Oliver?!" Kyra quickly stood up, her face full of dried tears tracks.
"Kyra... can you... can I talk to you for a sec?" Enrique bit his lip as he looked at the 13-years-old girl with pleading eyes.
The rest of the people in the room looked at each other then all just shrugged. Shakily, Kyra walked away with Enrique, who was still walking sulkily down the halls with his head bowed and his hands in his pockets.
"Did I..." Christine blinked, "...miss something?"
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Kyra and Enrique entered the girl's room. When Enrique seated himself on Kyra's bed, Kyra put a hand on her hips and pointed a finger angrily at the boy, "Alright, now, spill!"
"Well... Oliver and I... how should I put this...?" Enrique laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "I called you because you're the only who can get close to Oliver at a situation like this. Well, Oliver and me had a fight-"
Kyra glared, "Well, that's not a surprise." Sarcasm dripped down her voice, "Of course a couple would fight when one of them sees the other scheduling a date with two other people!"
"You... know about that?!" Enrique's eyes widened,
"Everyone in the Majestics and my team knows! Including Oliver!"
"So..." Enrique frowned, "That's how he knew..."
Kyra's eyes softened, "Alright then, Giancarlo. I understand now. You want me to put some sense into Oliver so you two can talk clearly. Though remember..." She raised an eyebrow, "I know how much Oliver loves you and I'll forgive you for making him cry just this once... But hurt him again and I'll let you see my very own personal hell!"
Enrique's lips curved up into a small smile, "Thanks, Kyra."
Despite her past outburst, Kyra smiled back. "No prob. Alright, now here's the plan."
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One Week Later
"Come on, Oliver, we're leaving." Kyra smiled gently as she helped Oliver walk to the door. It's been a week since everything was talked out, and Oliver was getting weaker in his current situation. He ate less, slept less and wept daily and nightly for countless hours that it came to a result where Kyra had to literally slap some sense in her brother. Oliver stopped crying then, but he still looked worse.
After spending the whole seven days secluded in his room, Oliver found himself unable to walk on his own, his feet lacking the energy they used to have. Enrique avoided him when he went inside the blimp, Oliver did the same.
Johnny and Robert were looking at both of them sympathetically, but both did nothing. Heather and Christine were at the sides, just looking out the window with an emotionless expression. Misho leaned on the blimp's wall with closed eyes and crossed arms. Kyra looked tired, but Oliver never noticed every change the happened to his friends, because he could care less about what happened to him.
The blimp moved and raised above the ground. They went for Paris, Oliver's hometown and the City Of Love.
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In the middle of the ride, Kyra walked near Enrique. "Got it?" Enrique nodded. She looked at her teammates and the rest of the Majestics. They nodded as well. Enrique stood up and Kyra threw him a backpack. "Careful. I swear I'll revive you and kill you again if you die down there."
"Got it." Enrique smirked, putting on the bag. He opened the door to the blimp and jumped. When his parachute opened, Johnny and Robert closed the door.
Oliver continued to sleep.
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The blimp landed. The night was young and the stars shone up in the sky. Heather took a big piece of cloth and handed it to Johnny, who immediately left with Robert. She then took scissors, glitters and anything for decoration with her and left with a wink to Christine. Christine grinned, "It's my turn." She went for the door, leaving only a few words in the air, "Misho, Eiffel Tower, 7 PM sharp. "
Misho stood up from her position on the floor, "Gotcha." Then she turned to Kyra, "You can take care of the rest?"
"Yep."
"Good." She reached for a suitcase, then jumped off the blimp. She then yelled back, "Kyra! We'll start at 5 PM tomorrow! Make sure to keep Oliver busy by then!"
Kyra yelled back, "Got it! Just make sure everything's up and ready by the time we get there!"
"Count on it!"
Sighing, Kyra leaned back and looked at Oliver's still sleeping form, "And now we wait."
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Author's Notes: To be honest, I'm kinda proud of this chap. ;; Even though it is kinda crappy... >.> Again, thanks to SilveryKitsune for getting me out of this chair and convincing me to write this! 'w' Anywho, please review!