Other one
In another country, the young Johnny McGregor was still sleeping.
"Master!" Until Gustav yelled with a voice so loud that he nearly jumped out of his bed. "What is it?", he snapped. The butler merely raised one eyebrow. "It is six o'clock. Your day starts, master." He turned and walked down, obviously maing breakfast for his sleepy boss. Johnny rubbed his eyes and yawned. Since when did Gustav care whether Roberts guests woke up or not? He shook his head. "First things come first", he muttered and wandered to the bathroom. How did he even get to germany? He remembered being in Scottland last night. In his beautiful bed, sleeping after a weekend full of training and fights. He snorted. It had always been this way, had it not? Alway and forever, Robert and he would be the ones to fight the most. He opened the bathroomdoor and got inside. Briefly looking at the mirror he turned around and got rid of his shirt.
Wait...what? Did his eyes betray him? Not that he was a slow thinker but six in the morning was not his time to be smart. He turned around again and faced the mirror. Yes, he had seen right. He was Robert. He took one step back, than brought his face closer to the cold glass. What was this? Did the german kidnapp him to try out some strange joke? Or was that a lame try from Sanguinex and his lackeys? They tried to curse them once. Johnny was never one to belief in magic much but he had a bitbeast at his side. A magical creature that he could actually talk with, so it was possible that something happened. He inspected himself closer, poked the nose which felt pretty real to him. He always thought about doing that...Roberts nose just invited him to do that!
After this close look he decided that his friend looked better than he intially thought. His skin wa clean and his eyebrows were perfectly plugged - not that Johnny minded, he was not a girl! (But well, looked to him like many girls would commit a murder to get this perfect skin.) He snorted. What was he thinking? At a time like this to top it of! He better find out what happened!
He flipped his phone open - actually Roberts phone that he had to fetch from his room - and called his own number. It was strange, standing here and calling himself. Maybe he would wake up in the second someone on the other end picked up.
"Johnny? ...Is that you there?", came the small voice from the other side. It brought him out of his revery and he nodded before answering. "Ah, yeah, it's me. So you noticed already?" "What happened to us?" Robert came straight to the point as usual, though his voice was a little squeaky. Or Johnnys voice which he heard for the fist time like this...gods, this was confusing! Who else could say that they had a talk with their own body over the phone?! "I...don't know", was the best answer the scot could give. "What do you think?" The german seemed to ponder that for a minute. "I...do remember a dream. It involved your bitbeast." He turned silent as Johnny yelled: "Me, too! I dreamed 'bout yours!"
"What did Griff say?", came the sharp-voiced question. Had he finally gotten an idea what was wrong now? "Uuh", he made a sound, "I think he mentioned somthin' 'bout switching bladers and stuff-" Johnny stopped when he heard a sharp intake of breath. "Same here", Robert said, "Salamalyon even said that we are not the ones to change this state but they are." "They?", the scottish boy asked, "I guess then they work as a team, huh?" He heard Robert groan. "I don't believe it. What have we done to deserve this torture?" His tone was that arrogant again that the answer was much colder than intended: "Well, not shit? Just think of it. All those fights, all those times when they dind't do what they were told...Guess, our bitbeasts are pretty much sick of us the way we are." Silence. Then: "I dont't believe it. It is not like Griff to do such a thing."
The scott groaned now. Sometimes, it was too hard to get anything into this thick head. And all of them said that Johnny was the stubborn one - Robert was more unwilling to learn from him than a lifeless rock! "Yeah, sure. I'm wrong and you're right, like always. So, what's you're explanation, oh perfect genius?" Again, he was greeted with silence. Johnny snorted. The german was even too proud to admit his lack of ideas. Just so like this him to crticize him! "What...are we gonna do now?", he asked. "Well, I think we have to live this day trough as normal as we can manage. I'll try to get to you as soon as possible. Just try not to embarras yorself - or me, in that case." Johnny snorted, then grinned as an idea popped up in his mind. "Sure, I'm gonna meet the materia then." "Huh?" He looked at the mirror. "I'm in your bathroom right now. You mind if I take a look?" "Johnathan McGregor!" He laughed and slid the phone shut. With quick movements he began undressing himself. It was time to take a closer look on this normally all-time-covered body of his captain!
