A/N: whew! I'm glad I'm still alive...here's another one for y'all! enjoy...
My Porcelain Doll
Chapter Fifteen
"Wow Johnny, you're here early..." Oliver greeted the Scott who had answered the iron-wrought gates of Robert's castle.
"Robert's house reminds me of a prison..." Enrique remarked. "It's complete with spotlights, towers and battlements!"
"Battlements aren't a part of a prison..." Robert poofed out of somewhere behind Johnny. "And you'll be pleasantly surprised that the interior is as inhabitable and accommodating as any other mansion."
"I second to that!" Johnny exclaimed happily as he dragged Oliver and Enrique inside. "This place is carpeted!" he semi-squealed. "You can tour the whole castle in socks!"
Robert sweatdropped. "That fact I was made accustomed to twice too many..."
"How long have you been here?" Oliver asked Johnny as he and Enrique kicked off their shoes, causing Robert to roll his eyes and move away, ordering servants about.
"Since Tuesday..." Johnny shrugged. The frenchie raised an eyebrow.
"Tuesday?" he replied. "That's when Enri and I went to Italy..."
"You two went to Italy?" he mocked-oggled, getting revenge from their teasing.
"We took a peek at each others houses," Oliver said casually.
"What about you?" Enrique mildly accused. "What've you been doing here since Tuesday?"
"Playing chess..." Johnny smiled. That wasn't a lie at all; the Scott and the German did nothing but play chess for four days. And each time, Johnny lost.
"He's pretty good actually," Robert said, re-entering the scene carrying a tray. "But...he can't beat me..."
"I will some day!" Johnny said challengingly as Oliver and Enrique laughed.
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They settled down to tea, discussing team matters, occasionally being opposed by a non-cooperative Johnny.
"I'm game for armor, but matching names for our beyblades!" the redhead said. "There's no way I'm changing Salamalyon to...whatever!"
"I'd have to change mine too you know..." Robert said in a low tone.
"You don't have to..." Oliver said. "Because you can't. I'm not changing Unicolyon's name. And you won't get me to reach a compromise. I'm French...I don't DO compromises..."
"I'm not changing Amphilyon either..." Enrique added.
Robert blinked. "Well...we don't need to change anything after all...our bitbeasts' names already DO match..."
"We need a team name!" Oliver piped up.
"What!" Johnny whined.
"The carpet is magenta..." Enrique said absently.
"Of course!" Robert declared, slamming Enrique's back. "What about...The Majentics?" he said dramatically.
The other three stared at him and burst into laughter.
"Morons sound better..." Johnny said.
"No!" Oliver bounced up and down. "Robert has a nice start...just change a letter!"
This was met by an unbelievably stupid silence.
"Maladies?"
"What the hell? Team Maladies?"
"Guys! Shut up! SHUT UP!" Oliver was laughing so hard he could barely breathe.
"Majestics!" he choked out and lapsed into silent giggles.
Robert nodded. "That not bad...not bad at all..."
"How on earth could you think of team Maladies?" Johnny asked Enrique.
"I don't know..." the Italian said naively.
Oliver's laughter doubled.
And there you have it...the Majestics.
TBC
A/N: next up! ...I don't recall... anyway, watch out for the next chapter! Review y'all! enjoy!xD