MAH AREA IS WORKING! YAYAYAYAYAY! Sorry, got carried away... right, so here's the next chappie. BIG BIG thankies to Demenior everyone for helping me through this tough time of not having answer questions: Yes, i have made Miguel a jerk in this fic. It's not the fact that i hate (the bastard) but i just need a bad blader in this fic; and i love Johnny too much to make him the bad guy ;)
"Enrique, maybe you should go see the doctor." Johnny said to the blonde, who was holding a piece of cloth up against a cut on his cheek.
But this wasn't an accidental cut. This had been inflicted upon the Italian on purpose. It had been during his match against Aaron; the dark skinned blader's bit beast had 'accidentally' clipped the blonde's cheek. Enrique was sure that if Amphilyon hadn't attacked Rushing Boar at the right time, he would've had way more than a cut cheek.
"No. I'm not going anywhere until I see Oli kick some butt." Enrique replied stubbornly, watching the said French teen walk up to the dish. "We may've lost our other matches, meaning we're not in the tournament, but I need to see us get at least one victory; and I want to be there for Oli."
Indeed, they had lost their other matches. Johnny had lost his against the grey haired blader, Claude, and Enrique had lost his against Aaron; though they smelt something fishy… and we're not talking about Enrique's apple crumble. Even though Johnny had got away unscathed, he could've sustained some pretty bad injuries; just like Amphilyon had saved Enrique, Salamalyon had protected Johnny.
They watched the blonde blader walk up to the dish too. The wind blew by, brushing through their hair, Oliver's long coat swaying in the Earth's breath.
"Bladers ready?" Jazzman roared.
"When did he get here?" Johnny asked. "He wasn't here for our matches."
"Sorry, kid. I had to do another tournament and it overlapped." Jazzman apologised to Johnny. "Right, so shall we get this final battle underway then? The Majestics have been defeated in the first two matches meaning that Barthez Battalion are through to the World Championships, but Oliver looks determined to get some honour for his teammates."
"I hear you, Jazz."
"And I agree with AJ. Oliver may look like a simple pretty boy, but he's one not to tango with."
"Yeah, and it's the same with his bit beast Unicolyon! A fairytale creature on the outside, but one strong beast on the inside. We haven't seen much from him in a long time, but we're most likely in for a show."
"Alright bladers! Three… two… one…"
"Let it rip!" The two teens yelled, letting loose their beyblades.
"Finish him, Miguel. We don't have time for a long match." The man with dark purple hair commanded from the bench.
The blonde nodded and went crashing straight into Oliver's blade. The French's blade stumbled back but held its ground as best as it could; Unicolyon began to push back.
"You think you're the best, don't you?" The blonde, Miguel, asked him. "You think you can order me around on how to treat my teammates and such. Then you come up and battle me. Your team's lost, Polanski! What's the point in battling me? It'll do nothing but embarrass you further!"
"Oh, this won't embarrass me or my teammates, Miguel." Oliver replied. "And there is a point to this battle. Once I beat you, it'll show that us Majestics aren't going to be pushed around by anyone, anyway, anywhere and anyhow. And it's to show you that cheating doesn't always ensure victory."
"Cheating? Why you-"
A bright light erupted from Miguel's beyblade and a black and purple winged creature appeared; it looked just like the gargoyles on Notre Dame.
"Dark Gargoyle! Attack!"
The gargoyle-like creature went crashing into Oliver beyblade, making it fly, but the French teen managed to control his beyblade and it landed on the edge. Though that wasn't the least of his problems; a huge cracking sound was heard and a piece of the dish flew out, catching Oliver once again on his forearm. He hissed in pain, gritting his teeth.
"That was on purpose!" Johnny yelled, though it was unheard.
"Unicolyon! Come on out!"
A bright light erupted from Oliver's blade this time. It morphed into the magnificent unicorn, its magenta mane flowing in the breeze.
"A unicorn? You've got to be kidding me!" Miguel laughed. "I bet that pony won't even give Dark Gargoyle a paper cut with that ice cream cone of a horn!"
Oliver gritted his teeth, the anger bubbling inside of him. Insult his bit beast, eh? Oh, he was in trouble now…
"Unicolyon! Show your true form NOW!"
"T-True form?" Enrique stuttered, Johnny and Robert in shock. "That's not Unicolyon's true form?"
The white unicorn gave a cry before it glowed fiercely. Everyone in the stadium was forced to cover their eyes at the intense light; only Jazzman could look.
"It-It's amazing!" He yelled, thanking himself silently that he had remembered to put his sunglasses on today… though he wasn't sure about the underwear… "It looks like Unicolyon is… morphing!"
When the light faded, everyone looked back. Gasps echoed around the stadium. Before them, standing right next to Oliver, was Unicolyon; yet it looked way different. Its coat was so white that when it caught the light, it shone sliver; the once magenta mane and tail was a green as light as a summer field; its hooves and horn were a deep, pure gold; the markings on its body were now a pale lilac and… it now had wings like an angel, which were curved around Oliver, protecting him.
"Don't you dare insult her." Oliver hissed, watching Miguel take a step back. "Insult her one more time, and you'll get it." He smirked. "But you're getting it anyway, so what's the point in threatening? Unicolyon, go!"
Miguel snapped out of it and gritted his teeth as he watched the winged unicorn fly towards him. "Dark Gargoyle! Go!"
The two bit beasts collided, sending shock waves everywhere. Miguel suddenly smirked and urged his beast on more, meaning more shock waves careered off them. Another piece of rubble split away from the beydish, catching Oliver on the shoulder, also scraping his neck.
This seemed to enrage Unicolyon, because the unicorn suddenly reared. A ball of energy suddenly appeared in its mouth, before it sent it hurtling towards Dark Gargoyle. Dust and dirt was sent everywhere, creating a sandstorm, masking the two bladers from view.
It slowly dissipated and Jazzman beamed. "And the winner is… Oliver!" The audience screamed with applause and whistles. "But… hey! Where is Oliver!"
"What does he mean?" Robert asked.
The dust broke away more and they saw, indeed, that the French boy was no longer there; only Miguel, his stopped blade and the still spinning Unicolyon.
"Wait! No! Oli!" Enrique suddenly exclaimed, running forward to the still body of his boyfriend. "Oli! Wake up!"
"Oh my! Someone call a doctor!" Jazzman yelled.
Robert and Johnny raced towards their two teammates as well. Robert frowned. "It must have been one hell of a blast. He fell all the way off the stage to here. Johnny," the Scottish boy looked sharply at him, "grab Oliver's blade."
Johnny nodded and stood, walking up to raised dish and scooping Unicolyon up into his hand. He glanced at the bit chip and saw that Unicolyon's original picture wasn't there; only her 'true form'. Before he left, he spared a glare at Barthez Battalion.
Rushing back to the fallen teen, he pocketed the pink blade and bit his lip worriedly. Yes, this was uncharacteristic of him… to worry about the French boy, but he'd never seen Oliver fight like that for just mere honour; let alone get hurt for it.
By the time he reached the others, Oliver was being placed on the stretcher and being wheeled away. He placed a reassuring hand on Enrique's shoulder and smiled.
"He'll be okay, Enrique. He's Oliver! Now come on; let's go and make sure he's okay."
Robert smiled as well and nodded, putting an arm around the blonde's shoulders and leading him through the tunnel.
A/N- Oh noes! I hurt mah Oli-baby/hits self over the head/ naughty Demi-goddess! Naughty girl! But yeah, I totally went off on my own, there. I know there was something about a tag-team thing in the actual anime and I think Rob and Oli fought together, but… MAH FIC! MAH RULES! (and it rules okay)
Anywho, review!