Chapter no. : 13
Chapter title: Well, Fuck Me...
Story rating: T
BETAed: Phoenix Seal Of Approval
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 another slow update. I lost the memory stick that had this story on it and after a week or so of frantically searching, crying, shouting, and accusing every person within five miles of stealing it, I found it... in my cats bed... -shakes fist at Cuddles- and then I got a measly amount of reviews, which took my motivation riiiiight down. But then i thought, "Hang on, there are three people who ALWAYS review and are very faithful to this story... it would be very unfair on them, so..." here I am updating. This chapter is dedicated to my three reviewers -big cheesy grin-

"We're fighting fire with fire." The noble said, before standing and moving into the cockpit, shutting the door behind him.

Johnny glared at the closed door. "Why the hell does he have to speak in stupid riddles all the time."

"Actually, they're clever riddles." Chelsea protested. "You're just too stupid to figure them out."

"Why you-!"

"Kids, settle down!" Enrique shouted.

"Call me a kid one more time, and I'll-"

"Or you'll what, McGregor? Bore me with your retardedness?"

"Hey guys!" Radolf called, from his position next to one of the many windows. "Look outside!"

They complied, each looking out of a window to stare at a snowy city below.

"Is this… Russia? It looks like it…" Johnny asked. "Yeah, we flew over this exact area when we came here during the championships we fought against Boris."

"Wait…" Oliver said, eyes closed and still lying down. "Robert said we were fighting fire with fire, right? Well, it might just be Kai. Kai's Russian. Fighting with fire; Dranzer is a phoenix - a fire bird. And due to the fact, Kai and Robert do get on well."

"Oh great…" Johnny complained. "So he's taking it to the extreme too and we're fighting a homicidal maniac with another homicidal maniac!"

"I'd say you're jealous."

The knight spluttered and turned to the redheaded girl. "What? Why would I be jealous of someone capable of murder?"

"Because you're not at the status of 'homicidal maniac'." She replied with a drawl. "You're at the point of 'suicidal maniac' - you annoy people so much, they want to commit suicide."

Johnny sent an icy glare at Chelsea, but settled for sitting away from her, his back facing her.

"Men's pride…" She muttered darkly.

"But if he was a suicidal maniac, he would be… well, suicidal all the time."

"Ah, Enrique, you bring up a good point." Chelsea drawled, slinging an arm around the Italian. "He is a suicidal maniac not just because people wish to kill themselves around him, but also, he has realised he is retarded, so does not wish to continue with his retarded life."

"Oh, sing it, sister!"

Oliver laughed. "Come on, lay of him, guys."

A 'ding!' cut him off from saying anything further and above them, the seatbelt sign lit up.

Friday helped the weak French teen sit up, making him chuckle. "Look at me – can't even sit up."

"It's not your fault, Oli." Enrique replied, sitting opposite the teen, clicking his seatbelt in place. "It's that stupid drug – it'll wear off."

Oliver just 'hm'ed, looking out of the window, watching the tarmac come ever closer, till the whole craft jolted as it hit the ground when his eyes clenched shut in reflex.

Within five minutes, the plane was docked and the air lock opened. Everyone stood, grabbing their hand luggage as they did so. Enrique helped Oliver stand and walk, Friday carrying Oliver's bag and Radolf Enrique's.

They went through passport control successfully and collected their main luggage, and ended up sat in a nice, quaint coffee house.

Friday kept her fingers wrapped around the mug of steaming hot chocolate. "You know, even in this coffee place, I still feel cold…"

"That's because you just gotta get warmed up." Radolf reassured, hugging her tightly and rubbing her forearm to get her warmer. "We'll stay here till you're warm enough, kay?"

"And this is why I'm glad I'm his twin."

Enrique blinked. "Why?"

"Well, if I wasn't, I'd most likely end up like Friday - no offence Fri. But I hate the thought of wearing such short skirts and stuff." Chelsea explained. "I like being a tomboy."

"So when are we meeting our mystery host?" Oliver asked.

"Oh, come on, Oliver - we know it's Kai." Johnny retorted.

"It was only a guess. We could not actually know them."

"Soon." Robert replied. "They'll be here any minute."

"Would any minute be now?" Enrique asked, eyes wide and staring past Robert's head.

"Why do you ask that?" Robert asked before looking around. His face broke into a slight smile. "Yes. Any minute would mean now."

Everyone stared wide eyed at the two people who approached the coffee house.

"No fuck…" Radolf whispered.

"Oh, now you really have cracked, Jurgen!" Johnny snapped. "We really are fighting a homicidal maniac with another! I mean - him, Robert? We have to stay with him?"

"Quiet Johnny." Robert shushed as the two sat down at the large table.

Chelsea blinked in surprise. "Well, fuck me - if it isn't Tala Ivanov and Bryan Kuznetsov."