Chapter no. : 17
Chapter title: So Many Warnings
Story rating: T
BETAed: Erm... I can't remember if Phoenix did BETA this... -laughs nervously- she might have BETAed the first half - second half is most definitely not BETAed...
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: If you're wondering why this is having a late update (as well as a few of my other stories) it's because I'm working on my novel -le gasp- yes, people, I'm venturing out into the real world... I hope...

"Oli?" The Italian wrapped an arm around the French boy.

Everyone was gazing at Oliver, who was staring at the clipping with shock.

"I'm sorry, Oliver."

"'Sorry'?" Johnny snarled. "The day that you're truly sorry is when Hell freezes over, Hiwatari!" He stood and strode over to Oliver, snatching the paper out of the other's grip. Upon reading the article, he, too, paled. "Oh God…"

Enrique pulled Oliver against him, rubbing his forearm.

"His mother is marrying the bastard." Kai explained to those who could speak Russian.

"This give us a suitable reason to kill him, right?"

"No, Tala…" Kai sighed, frustrated.

"…Can we kill him anyway?"

Another sigh from the Phoenix. "If you wish."

"You're going soft, Phoenix."

"Nice of you to join us, Falcon." Kai greeted Bryan, as the older Russian stepped down into the kitchen and sat down next to Tala. "Where's that redhead?"

"I'm here."

"Not you, Tala." Bryan rolled his eyes at a mischievously-grinning Wolf. "She's sleeping."

"Tired her out, eh, Falcon? Long night?"

"Very…" The silver-haired one couldn't help but give a feral grin.

"Shut up!" Johnny snapped loudly. "If you're going to bitch, bitch in a language we can all understand!"

"Preferably English." Friday cut in.

"Preferably English." Johnny agreed.

"The reason we're talking in Russian, McGregor," Bryan drawled, "is because the matters don't concern you."

"Oh fuck you, Kuznetsov."

"No thanks." The Falcon turned to his teammates. "I know about everything, so you don't have to relay all the information tediously. I helped Kai with the research."

"Well, look at you, Mr-Smarty-Pants-Who-Got-Laid-Last-Night."

"English!"

"No!"

Johnny and Bryan glared at each other, any object within their gazes upon the table burning to ashes; even the table had scorch marks. Everyone glanced at one another worriedly-

Until Chelsea wandered into the kitchen, wearing one of Bryan's t-shirts and a pair of his boxers, a little girl resting on her hip.

All looked up - even the Falcon and Lizard - and watched the two girls walk past them. Chelsea placed the metallic-lavender haired girl on the kitchen countertop and flicked the kettle on, before turning round and resting back on the counter.

She blinked. "Oh, don't stop on my account."

Johnny turned back to Bryan and glared at him again. "Why is she wearing your clothes, Kuznetsov? Scrap that, why is she wearing your underwear?"

"I'm guessing the excuse of, 'she lost hers' won't work…" Bryan commented to the others, causing them to snicker; even Robert allowed himself to smile.

"Are you stupid, McGregor?" The redheaded girl asked. "Usually when a girl wears a guy's boxers, it's after they had… a sleepover."

"You… and Bryan?"

Chelsea spotted her brother's frown and chuckled. "I appreciate your brotherly protectiveness, Rad, but drop it."

"Who's the girl?"

Radolf looked at Friday. "You don't care about your sister spending the night with him?" He hissed.

"Oh, it's about time she got laid." The blonde waved it off, earning a look of dirt from the redhead girl. "But who is she?"

"Her name's Bryony." Chelsea answered, as the girl smiled.

"Ha, it sounds just like 'Bryan' - ain't that weird?" Friday laughed.

"Oh you wonder why…" Tala muttered. "Is the whole of England retarded or is it just you three?"

"No, the whole of England." Chelsea answered, before snorting. "You should see our Prime Minister…" She turned to her sister. "Bryan and Bryony are siblings."

"Oh…"

"Does she talk?"

"Johnny!"

"What?"

"Down boy!"

"What?"

"Shut up!"

"What?"

"I do talk." Bryony cut in, her voice angelic. "But Big Brother told me not to talk to strangers and weirdos…" She gave the redhead Scottish boy a smile that reminded everyone of the Falcon. "I guess he meant you, Johnny-boy."

"'Johnny-boy'? Why you little-!"

"Touch my sister, Lizard, and you'll regret it." The Falcon growled threateningly, voice dangerously low. "And can we get onto more important matters?" He rested his chin on his crossed arms on the table. "If I'd have known that we'd be discussing such trivial matters, I'd have stayed up in my room."

"And God knows you would have liked that."

"You're a pervert, Tala."

The redhead's only reply was a smirk.

"I'm agreeing with Bryan on this one - back to business." Kai interrupted, but just as he finished his sentence, an alarm blared. "Fuck!"

"What?"

Everyone stood, all the Russians reaching to their belts and gun holsters and sliding out their beyblade launchers, before reaching into pockets and pulling out a handful of bullets, swiftly slotting them in - everybody suddenly realising that those 'beyblade launchers' weren't as they seemed...

"What's going on?" Johnny demanded.

"Intruder alert. Intruder alert."

Tala's ice blue eyes swept to them. "That answer your question?"