A/N: And...um...something.
Disclaimer: No own! ;
Summary: Sooo, one night Romero takes our favorite Ninja and Bey-announcer for a nice drink at a nice bar for, well, a nice night. Seriously; three mature adult men? What could POSSIBLY go wrong?
Warnings: Uhh...lemmee get back to you that one.
"Nice Ideas"
Third Person POV
The day Takao Kinomiya was named World Champion for the fourth year in a row was the day that Romero woke up with an idea.
Now, being the former trainer for Julia and Raul, a former circus performer, and a former barista, Romero was not one to wake up with ideas in his head. It simply didn't happen like that. Usually, when he needed or wanted an idea, Romero would simply sit upside down hanging off a couch, mulling over the situation that needed the idea.
But that day, Romero woke up with an idea. Perhaps it had been in a dream. But there it was.
That night he would go to a nice club with some nice friends, dressed in nice leather showing off nice skin for some nice drinks and perhaps some nice dancing. It was a nice idea. He liked it.
However, (Romero later discovered as he watched DJ hold Takao's arm up amongst screaming Beyblade fans) there were a few problems with his plan. Perhaps those came from his not actually thinking of it, but simply waking up to it; either way, there were a few itsy-bitsy problems.
Firstly, Romero did not know of any clubs nice enough for him in Tokyo. Secondly, Romero did not possess any vehicle with which to arrive at mentioned club. And, lastly, Romero had to finally come to shocking terms with the fact that he... well... had no friends.
An utterly mortifying revelation, to be sure.
How this was possible, not even Romero knew; he was in his late thirties (...well, okay. Early forties. But really, was there ever a difference?), blond, rather good looking, a talented Bey-trainer, intelligent, single... and yet he had nobody to share his good idea with.
And so, he began to mull. He mulled over it while Daitenji handed the trophy to Takao; he mulled as Takao was smothered by friends and fans; he mulled as Takao signed autographs; he mulled as the Bey stadium began to empty out, and he mulled his way all the way back to the locker rooms and finally outside the back of the stadium. He mulled for quite a while, in fact, before the solution came to him dressed in khakis and a black dress shirt. The solution was accompanied by yet another solution; this one dressed in a dark bandana and sunglasses.
And said solutions were accompanied by the fourth-time World Champion and several others. Most likely friends and family.
Ahh, yes. Hitoshi and DJ were perfect. They would go nice in a nice club. They would go nice in nice leather showing off nice skin. They would go nice with nice drinks. They would even go nice with nice dancing!
But more importantly, they were in their mid and late twenties, and friendless. Surely. Not too far off from Romero, a logical person would conclude.
And so it was, that on the day Takao Kinomiya was named fourth-time World Beyblading Champion, Romero woke up with an idea. And that idea would have to soon be put into motion.
