A/N: mwahahaha! here's another installment of MPD for y'all to enjoy!xD
…a note for the public…watch out for Yakitate!Japan cameos…
My Porcelain Doll
Chapter Sixteen
Enrique's life as a Majestic kept him too busy to think of anything else. Nevertheless, he was happier than he had ever been in his entire life. He had the best friends one could ask for. The life shut up in closed walls and following strict rule were seemingly a part of myth. It was like it never happened. Enrique Giancarlo was as happy as any child his age.
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"Yo Oli, Robert's rounding us up again. He says the BBA Regulations Officers called him up. They said that the reason we had our preliminaries early is that so we could tutor the new Japanese representatives…"
"New?" asked the Frenchman from the other line. "What happened to the old ones?"
"There weren't any old ones to begin with…" replied the Scott. "And besides, only one of them is a true Jap…"
"What are the rest? Drop-outs?"
"No…their team's the type that got qualifications is less than a year. Rob's guessing they lack experience and control…"
"Hn. Give them credit, Johnny…they became instant representatives…" Oliver said.
The voice on the other line seemed convinced. "Whatever Les Desmond, could you just tell Enrique?"
"Can't…he's in Japan with his girlfriends…"
"Ah…what a great time to go to Japan…" Johnny said sarcastically.
"Don't worry…he called me, he says he's coming back soon…"
"He'd better…" the Scott snarled. "There's no way I'll be stuck in Jurgen's house alone for more than eight days…"
"Sure, because you might not be able to get your hands off him…"
"Shut up Oliver…"
"Au revoir Johnny…"
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"I am sick of bread…" Bianca said as Rosette, Enrique and she strolled around the Coliseum. It's been a day since they came back from their vacation.
"Hey, you have to admit, their bread was good…" Enrique said.
"It's exactly why we're sick of eating any other bread…" Rosette filled in.
"Hey Enrique, Roberts wants us in his castle pronto. We'll be tutoring the Japanese representatives…" an eerily familiar voice broke in their conversation.
Enrique let out a yell, totally NOT expecting his best friend to appear out of nowhere like how he usually did and tell him that. He wheeled around to face the French boy, ignoring the clueless looks on his girlfriends faces.
"Oliver don't DO that!"
The addressed shrugged. "Just come ON!"
'Ah what the hell…" the Italian said and turned to Rosette and Bianca, kissing them both on their cheeks. "See you two…"
"Ciao Enri," and they left.
"Did you say pronto?" Enrique asked Oliver, as the pair headed for the blonde's palazzi.
"Pronto and discreetly…" the chef said. "You wouldn't want to disturb them, those two. Johnny's finally opening up to Robert and vice versa. Right now is a crucial time for them…"
The Italian's eyebrow rose. "All right, so where's your blimp?"
"At your place…" Oliver smiled and Enrique rolled his eyes.
"Great…you know I never liked going through the roof…"
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The playboy and the snob quietly descended the tallest tower. They had decided it was best not to use the front gates on Oliver's advice. The pair reached the topmost floor of the Jurgen Castle and warily trekked their way to the sitting room seven floors bellow.
But it looked like their calculations were wrong. Instead of Johnny and Robert seeking privacy on the lower stories, they decided to go up…and so…
Suddenly, the frenchie and the blondie heard a body slam against a hollow wooden door and moans issue form the same direction.
Oliver and Enrique exchanged slightly uneasy looks before resuming their way downward in a quicker pace.
Unfortunately, the seventh floor was quite smaller than the rest of the structure and diverting their route didn't prevent them from seeing Robert and Johnny wound tightly in each other's arms, shoving their tongues down each other's throats.
TBCA/N: review!xD …those who dun dig RobJohn, you can check out my OliJohn! It's entitled The Pharaoh's Daughter