A/N: dedicated to glitteredvixen06 who's recently quite gaga over pairings that have to do with Johnny...I hope you like my rendition of one Rachael! ...enjoy!xD

Melting the Butter

Chapter One

They were old enough to read, old enough to drive, old enough to know road safety and old enough to know that it was better not be seeking thrills on the highway where a hundred kilometers per hour was just not up to par.

So why had it happened?

Everything seemed to be painfully over after mere breathtaking seconds.

Robert's Audi had swerved suddenly, as the car in front of his slammed to halt. The German had been unable to hit the breaks on time; moreover, even if he head, the vehicle would not stop because of the speed it was going.

Robert, along with his team mates, crashed into an array of cement road blocks. Consequently, heavy traffic built up that afternoon.

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Four months.

Four months of nothing like an annoying lull in an uneasy conversation. They went by with obvious slowness with the days and weeks boring themselves into the shattered consciousnesses of the three Majestics their captain had left behind.

It was like waiting for news that would never come.

The world had mourned and it was appreciated. Oliver, Enrique and Johnny had been especially touched when all of their friends from the beyblading world took their time off to be with them during the early period of the loss.

No one ever saw the Blitzkrieg so kind, the Dark Bladers so sympathetic, everyone else working together, being very cooperative.

Johnny was affected the most. Robert was someone he held very dear, the only person he considered being completely stupid with and still appreciated for it.

It was quite horrible and shocking to witness the rapid deterioration of the fiery Scot's sarcastic and quick-tempered attitude. For days, he would shut himself up in his old bedroom in the Jurgen Mansion and not come out till the next day, or when he got hungry.

Enrique was particularly concerned about the redhead neglecting himself. Oliver was exasperated. The youngest Majestics have been having a steady relationship before the tragedy reared its ugly, shaggy head. Now, the French boy acted so lost, pensive and detached, as if he didn't want to get involved anymore in anything that would remind him of their noble captain and best friend.

...which was sad because Robert's will said:

"I leave everything to my team, who, to me, matters the most."

It was signed by Gustav and the head maid.

The end of the other beyblading teams' three week stay in Germany was coming to a close. The last of their guests (members of the other Euro teams) had been the last to leave.

Heavy double oak doors gently slid shut and a certain blonde Italian sighed deeply as he leant against them, slowly sinking to the carpeted floor in exhaustion.

He looked about at the not so messy mess left behind. Johnny had not shown himself since a day and a half. Oliver sat on the fat armrest of the immense couch, staring straight ahead...unseeing and listless, those expressions being the ones he would be accustomed to be seen in recently. An empty bottle of vodka precariously dangled from semi-slack fingers.

Enrique sighed once more.

It just wasn't right. Does the severity of the situation imply that HE would be the one to deliver his very dear friends back to reality?

The prospect of doing so overwhelmed him. For a moment, he joined the greenette in his blank staring from his perch by the door.

Timid servants came and went, leaving the living room spotlessly clean.

Around two hours passed by. The scene had an impression of everyone being turned to stone.

"Are you going to eat?" Enrique asked his mate as he stood up.

When the French boy didn't reply, an umpteenth sigh once more escaped the blonde's lips. He walked over to where his mate was and wrapped his arms around him in a gesture of yearning comfort.

A wounded heart shattered when the body beneath him tensed and a rough palm offered a fierce resistance against his chest.

"No." Oliver said with hard finality.

Enrique stepped back a bit. "What?"

The other boy set his bottle of liquor down on the table louder than he intended. With his back turned to whom he was speaking to, he made for his room.

"I don't want this to continue. I don't want us...to continue."

Tired hands balled themselves into fists. Lavender lilac eyes were shut tight.

"It's all wrong."

Without another word, Enrique was thrown into another invariable pain...with no one by his side...

TBC

A/N: The first Majestics drama I did! Review what you think! ...enjoy!xD