A/N: Extreme thanks for the support on this story! ...enjoy!xD
Playboy Blues
Chapter Three
Later that night, Ming-ming added to the general noise on the floor where the bladers stayed. She went from room to room announcing dinner in an enthusiastic singsong way.
Johnny, who had been dozing on the soft bed, let out an irritated cry and blindly hurtled a vase at the wall in belief it would hit the human alarm clock. The brilliant crash made Robert wince but didn't extract a word. Frantic knocking on door of their suite shortly followed.
Oliver answered and was surprised to find himself face to face with Kai.
"You folk," the two-toned bluenette said in a derogatory, knowing manner. "What the hell was that crash?"
Johnny looked at the new arrival and gave a sleepy scowl. "Oh, it's just you..." he snarled unhappily. "Nothing...a vase."
Robert glanced at his team mate and sighed. "At any rate, we should head off to eat," he commented. "It should be rude to our hosts if we didn't."
Johnny seemed to acquire a strange excitement and leapt of the bed and out the door. "Let's see just what this BEGA is made of!"
The French boy exhaled slowly. "At least respect the sanctity of dinner," he complained.
Kai's eyebrow rose at what the Scot said. "Keep your skirts on, McGregor," he muttered and went back to his room.
The German shrugged at the look on Johnny's face. "This tour better be worth our time." The pair was soon lost in the crowd of beybladers.
Oddly enough, Enrique didn't want to leave the room.
"What's your problem?" Oliver hissed in French at his best friend.
"Kai's here isn't he?" the Italian replied in the same language, a goofy grin plastering itself on his face.
"And so?" was the careless question as the greenette tugged at him futilely.
"Then he's here too, right?" Enrique continued animatedly. "You know I haven't seen him for the span of--"
Oliver's stomach growled. "GAH! YOU'RE HOPELESS!" he exclaimed in English.
TBC