Chapter no. : 12
Chapter title: Fighting Fire With Fire
Story rating: T
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Disclaimer: Me no own Beyblade. I mean, come on - how stupid are you? If I did own Beyblade, it would contain much swearing, blood, sex and rock'n'roll. And Yaoi. Don't forget the luffly yaoi. But since I don't own it, I have to settle for entertaining you guys with my stories and OCs - which is fine by me.
Warnings: swearing... me being annoyingly-cliff-hanger-y... um... nothing really... this is a rather clean story... -hums-
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Notes: Sorry for a rather delayed update. I've been ill and i have so much shit in my head, it's getting a lil crowded up here, so updates may be slower. Until they get sorted out, this will be the case... -snorts- yeah-fucking-right... when i get these probelms sorted out, hell will have risen and heaven will have fallen... which will fit me just fine.

"He's what?" Friday shrieked, following Robert back inside. "Oh God…" She watched him as he pulled out a black flip-phone from the pocket of his jacket that was hanging on the door handle. "And who are you phoning now?"

"Someone who can help." Was all she got in reply, before he put the phone to his ear and started talking in a language she didn't even recognise.

She rushed out of the room, and into the living area. "Guys, bad news."

"What? You chipped a nail?" Johnny asked sarcastically, bandana still over his eyes.

"Shut up, McGregor - it's serious."

"Oh, so you've chipped two?"

She grabbed a pillow from the second couch and screamed into it. Looking back up, she turned to Oliver and Enrique. "D'Arcy's been spotted in London and he's apparently happy about something and that can only be something bad for us and I think dad, Chelse and Rad are coming over with our things and Robert's being an arse and he's ringing someone and he's not telling me who he's ringing - only someone who can help - and we're most likely all in danger and yes, McGregor, I did chip a nail!"

The three boys blinked at her.

"Okay… a minute or so on and finally it's registered." Johnny muttered. He pushed his bandana up and sat right on the chair. "Did he say anything else?"

"Did the word 'arse' register to you?" She hissed.

"I'll take that as a 'no', then."

"Friday, just calm down." Oliver soothed, slowly sitting up and patting the space next to him. She sat down and he hugged her, resting his dizzy head against her shoulder. "Robert's Robert and your dad is coming over - we'll figure something else."

She seemed to pout sadly and continued to look down at her pumps, blue eyes trying to flood with tears, but she wouldn't allow them.

They sat in silence for some time, Robert's voice echoing through from the other room, but they didn't understand the strange language.

"Johnny, Enrique, pack your things - when Mr Thomas gets here, we're leaving." Robert told them, quickly, before moving back into his room.

The two boys blinked at each other before doing as they were told, both hesitantly - Enrique because he was confused, and Johnny because he didn't want to obey the noble… but he heard the stern, icy tone that hinted punishment if he were to flout the Griffon's words.

Friday and Oliver were left in the living area, left in their own thoughts, wondering what would happen next…

"We're expecting visitors."

He looked at the other. "What?"

"He's coming - with his friends." He fixed him with a knowing stare. "We have to be ready."

"Yes…" The second nodded. "I'll go warn the others. Don't want them unaware, ne?" He paused. "But one thing… I never knew he had friends."

"You're a bastard, you know."

"I know."

"McGregor - I am not a library book - stop checking me out! If you do so one more time, I swear I'll chuck you off this goddamn plane without the parachute!"

Radolf winced and smiled apologetically at Robert, who was sat opposite him on the private plane. "Sorry about her…"

"I'm sorry about Johnny." The noble admitted.

"Ah, sod Johnny-boy - he's a bastard any day of the week." Enrique said nonchalantly, with a casual wave of his hand. "No need to be sorry for him."

"We should never have let those two on a plane together though." Oliver replied, head resting on Friday's lap and lying on another area of seating, still strangely weak. "I'm wondering if the redhead-tribe is having a constant civil war."

"Wha-?"

"What he means, Enrique," Robert filled in, "is that he's wondering if all redheads have arguments with one another." He glanced at Radolf. "Minus twins."

"Oh, not always twins, Robert." Friday replied. "Those two have hellish arguments. I swear they argue so mum and dad don't have to."

"Sorry for a change in topic, but where are we going again? And why isn't Mr Thomas with us?" Enrique cut in.

Robert closed his eyes, almost mimicking what had been known as the 'Kai-pose' - his arms and legs crossed, and facial expression neutral, yet somewhat frustrated.

"Where we are going, you'll have to wait and find out. And as for Mr Thomas - he could not accompany us or it would arouse suspicion."

"Oh and us not coming along isn't?" Chelsea asked sarcastically, peeking over the top of the couch.

"You are coming with us because you are in danger if you do not."

"But, Robert, you do realise that we're in the Daily Mail, don't you?" Chelsea pointed out.

"We are?" Friday beamed. "Did I look alright?"

"You looked fine, Fri." Radolf laughed.

"But if you did actually read the article-"

"Hey, I only saw the picture - you were rushing us through the terminal."

"If you would have been able to read the article, it only stated you as new friends - they are speculating that we are replacing Oliver with Radolf."

Enrique blinked. "Why would they say that?"

"Rad's the London District Bey-Champion." Friday said proudly. "Him and Faélan kick butt."

"They do make a great team." Oliver added. "On more than one occasion he nearly beat me."

"Wow, remind me to challenge Mr London-Champion, then." Enrique said with a grin. "Once we get to wherever we're going…"

Robert shot a glare at the blonde, who returned it.

"All I can say is that it's somewhere cold."

"And we are going to this particular place… why?"

Robert looked Friday dead in the eye. "Ever heard the saying, 'Fight fire with fire'? We're doing the same."