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Breaking Boundaries	By : studio Category: Beyblade > Het - Male/Female Views: 791 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Breaking Boundaries
- 1
Well, first things first:
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School was annoying; Enrique finally decided, dispassionate
blue eyes absently staring out of the window, as the sounds of the classroom
droned on and on relentlessly. He sighed wistfully; it was torture to be stuck
inside on such a beautiful day. It was torture to be stuck inside at a school
full of homophobes and ugly girls. Honestly, no one ever let him have any fun.
This place was soooo boring. Trying to make himself feel a little better
about his� situation, he tried to imagine what it would be like to be
ugly and friendless. He would really hate that. Loneliness sucked arse.
Although, he decided, casting a long sideways glance to his left, the
alternative wasn�t always that much better�
�Screw you Enrique. The answer is eight. And I don�t care what you think,
I�m right, you�re wrong and the answer is eight,� the girl to his left,
all choppy raven hair and golden tanned skin, declared in perfect Italian, her
tone uncompromising. �Eight.�
God damn it! She just wouldn�t give up. Or at least shut up for that
matter.
�It�s seven.�
�It�s eight. You�re wrong.�
�I am not. You�re wrong.�
Her brows drew together, thickly lashed eyes narrowing indignantly. �I�m
never wrong.�
Enrique snorted at that.
She glared at him. �Screw you. It�s eight.�
The blonde ignored her dangerous expression. �Don�t be stupid Genevieve.
It�s seven. Sept.� He knew just how to piss the Swiss girl off � they
were best friends, despite their constant bickering, and insulting her ability
to understand Italian was one of his favourite tactics.
�Huit,� she retorted, her silver eyes adamant. �It�s eight. There are eight
teams in the program. There has to be.�
Enrique stared at her, incredulous. Couldn�t she just admit she was wrong?
Honestly, the term was foreign to her.
�I�m telling you, Evie, it�s seven. The Demolition Boys aren�t in it.� He
muttered something in Italian slang, trying to break through her fuming temper
to her more enjoyable, less irascible side by confusing her and making her
laugh.
His attempt failed miserably.
Evie�s cheeks were turning red as her temper grew, soft lips compressed into
a flat, unimpressed line. �Don�t give me that crap,� she hissed, �I read the
listing that Mr. Dickenson sent. Tala Ivanov was on it so the Demolition Boys
must be entered.�
Her frustration was very evident. He�d really pissed her off, Enrique
realised smugly, feeling quite amused. He chuckled, fixing her with a vivid,
bouncing blue gaze that lured in those burning pools of silver fury. Chewing
his lip tenuously, Enrique studied her face. Oopsie, maybe he had pushed her
just a little too far�
There was a disapproving cluck from his right. �See what you�ve done, Enri,
you�ve got her all upset over nothing.�
Sparkling sapphire eyes snapped away from chips of silver to meet violet.
�What do you mean?�
Beside him, Oliver was shaking his head, arms crossed over his chest.
�There�s five teams, plus a few extra individual Bladers.�
Genevieve spun around instantly, �Pardon?� she blurted in reflex, her
expression bewildered.
�What?� hollered Enrique at the same time, fixing Oliver with a wide,
questioning blue stare.
�There�s five teams: us, the Blade Breakers, the White Tigers, the All Starz
and a team of girl bladers from the USA. And Tala and some others are also
listed as �unattached�. You both should learn to read,� he shook his head
again, soft green hair shimmering in the luminance of the ceiling light as he
chuckled.
Scowling, Enrique�s eyes narrowed at the bastard. The Italian glowered when
Oliver had the audacity to laugh. The bastard. Enri had long since gotten over
calling Oliver a fag, especially since Oliver was straighter than him � failed
attempts at turning Oliver�s head proved that. Enrique smiled to himself,
watching Oliver pensively from beneath lowered black lashes, chewing his lip
inattentively. At least he had tried. Pity it didn�t work, though, he thought
dully. Oliver really was quite attractive, with that smooth skin � beautifully
white and heavenly to touch, stretched over those slim, hard muscled limbs. His
hair was so contrastingly significant, soft emerald green and falling into
alluring violet eyes. Eyes that for some god-forsaken reason only sought
females. And those lips� dewy, pale pink and soft - always tugged into that
cute little smile. He loved those lips. The slap he earned that night in the
snow had been totally worth the sweet little kiss he stole, ever so slyly, from
those lips�
The shrill sound of the school bell assaulted his hearing, piercing through
his mesmerisation as students rushed past him. The sound of it had never been
so delightful to his ears.

Sliding along the back seat of his limousine to make room
for Evie, he let out a sigh of relief and tipped his head back against the
window, watching as the petite girl ran slender fingers through her short black
hair, noting the fresh glow of her cheeks and her heavy breaths.
�You feeling okay?� he asked, concerned, leaning over to her, his fingers
curling around her bicep to capture her attention. It had been several months
since they were finally certain that she�d recovered the leukaemia, but the
after effects still lasted. Tiredness was always tugging at her, and he knew
it. The finely sculptured features of her face and the tiny little lines
chiselled about her eyes didn�t lie like her mouth did.
Evie nodded, her little hand lifting his clenching fingers from her arm.
�Just the stairs leave me a little breathless.�
�Next time you want to be breathless, just ask me, I�m an expert in that
type of thing,� he grinned, his voice full of laughter, earning the harsh curve
of her mouth to kick upwards, revealing perfectly white teeth as she giggled
cutely, her hand softly striking him up the back of his head.
Her arms crossed under her small breasts, shadows falling between the clear
ridges of her collarbones and sternum, the brown skin uncovered by her pastel
yellow tank top. �Slut,� she muttered, kissing the fingers of the ivory white
hand she still held.
�You know you love me,� Enrique smiled sweetly, blowing her a kiss.
Pretending to pluck the kiss from the air and put it in the pocket of her
shorts, Evie replied, her silver eyes glittering like stars, �I do. More than
anyone else in the whole wide world,� she paused, chewing her bottom lip as she
thought for a moment, �Except maybe Kai Hiwatari,� she added with a sly grin.
Blue eyes went incredibly wide. Shaking his head fervently, Enrique blurted,
�No way! No! He is mine. Don�t you dare. Hiwatari is mine. You�ve
already taken Oliver and that hottie in the next form away from me with all of
your evil straightness. Hiwatari is so mine.�
�Nah ah! An ass that fine is for the ladies, Enri-pooh. There�s no way he�s
gay.�
The Italian snorted. �Then I�ll just have to turn him gay.�
The grin that parted her peculiarly peach-pink lips mimicked the highly
amused expression that suddenly sprung to her features, �The same way you
turned Oliver gay?� she asked wickedly, laughing at the sudden grimace that
flickered over his face.
Enrique�s expression turned sour momentarily, before he lunged forwards and
began to tickle her to madness, his fingers dancing like fire over her silken �
and delightfully sensitive - skin.
Beneath her shrieks of laughter, and her pleads for mercy, he heard the
faint beeping of the alarm on his watch. Fourteen hours left until the training
camp in London started. Fourteen hours until he got to see all of his old
friends again. Fourteen hours until he got to see Kai, and commence his mission
to get in his pants� or at least pinch that fine behind of his.
�Hey,� began Evie softly, sliding along the smooth leather of the seat so
that her denim clad thigh brushed against Enrique�s, a sudden glimpse of
concern evident in the depths of her eyes, �Do you think they�ll like me? What
if I�m not good enough to help train juniors? I mean they a-�
Her voice fell silent, her words stopped by a gentle finger against her
lips, as Enrique pulled her into his arms, warm skin and well-toned muscles hot
against her as his lips grazed her forehead. �The junior bladers are good, but
you�re better, otherwise they wouldn�t have asked you to help out. And everyone
will love you, I�m sure, if you refrain from biting them during one of your
little temper tantrum things.�
The boy gave a yelp as Evie caught his hand, lightning quick, sharp white
teeth sinking into his flesh. �Like that?� she asked innocently.
Blowing onto his hand and shaking it madly, as though to cool the burning
sting, Enrique pinned her with a dark glare. �Yes, like that.�
She kissed his cheek, hugging him tightly.
�Even if they don�t like you, I do, so you won�t be lonely. And Genevieve,�
his eyes fell to meet her metallic-flecked silver eyes, �Keep your hands off my
Hiwatari.�
Evie rolled her eyes. �So not happening, Enri. Unless he�s gay. How about
this� if he�s gay, then I�ll help you get him, and if he�s straight then you
help me,� she suggested, her fingers brushing the stray wisps of blonde hair
from her friend�s ocean blue eyes.
�And if he�s bi?�
Frowning thoughtfully, Evie considered the possibility. �Then the war is on.
May the hotter person win. Which, of course, is me so you may as well just give
up. �
�Or we could just have a threesome,� said Enrique, and Evie was unsure if he
was being serious or not. �And if he goes for you, at least let me bang him
first.�
Sighing exasperatedly, and rolling her eyes again, Evie ruffled his hair,
�You�re such a slut.�
�I�m not just a slut, Evie, I�m an expert at it,� replied Enrique
matter-of-factly, squeezing his best friend in his arms and ducking his head to
avoid the hand that came flying at the back of it.

The brakes of the limousine barely screeched as it pulled up
alongside the airport, and the door opened to reveal Oliver, already there and
dressed in a smart-casual ensemble of black pants and an emerald green shirt.
Enrique swallowed nervously � how the hell did he manage to look so hot without
even realising it? He knew that Oliver would never cross that line, but shit!
He could at least make it a little easier to accept by toning down the sexiness
a bit� Sexiness� Enrique�s thoughts flew straight to Kai, and the mental image
of him shirtless was beginning to come to mind when Oliver spoke interrupting
such wonderful thoughts. �It�s about time you got here! Our flight to London
boards in about half an hour. What the hell took you so long?�
Enrique shrugged, a little annoyed that his visualization of Kai was gone,
�We came straight here after school. Although, we did go the other way past the
park instead of through the west neighbourhood � the kids there throw rocks at
the car,� he explained darkly, as Genevieve unravelled herself beside him and
they both made their way towards the airport foyer, tagging along behind
Oliver.
Looking down at his watch, Enrique made a quick calculation. Thirteen hours
and twenty-seven minutes until the program started. Thirteen hours and
twenty-seven until one month in London at a BBA sponsored program began. One
month of no school, non-stop BeyBlading, media interviews, beautiful athletic
boys and girls in skimpy training attire, and, of course, Kai Hiwatari began.
What more could a bisexual boy want?
Oooh! Thirteen hours and twenty-six minutes�

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Well, there you have it, the prologue of Breaking Boundaries, I hope you
enjoyed, please review, and flame if you want, suggestions for pairings are
welcome also.
Wishing you rainbows and sunshine for every tomorrow!
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