As the evening aproached Kai got more and more nervous thinking of the his task for tonight. He shut his eyes and gentely massaged his temples with the tips of his fingers, trying to block aut the voices of his teammates celebrating their victory. He could still hardly believe it, that they had actually won the world championships.

Tyson was ecstatic of course, but he kept shooting his captain worried looks, along with the rest of his friends, getting on Kai's nerves in the process. The stoic teen had drunk a glass of shampaine with his friends, and he considered that enough of a celebration. All he really wanted to do now was to have some time for himself, to be able to work aut everything that had happened during the last couple of days in Russia. He had showed the recent events to the back of his mind, to be able to cope with the actual championship. Each match had brought with it new things to worry about, his loss had grated down on his pride and Rei's victory had come with an awfull price. He still had to deal with the memories he had only recently regained, and to top it all off he now had to claim the victory for his team.

„To claim the victory" sounded strange and senseless for a team that had already won, and had been watched by the entire world in the process. And yet, it was the fact.

For since blading had become such a well-known sport around the world, and it was mostly plaied by children tought adults had gotten the annoyng habit of setting up the rules, the bladers had created their own way of rewarding a match's victor. It was quite simple, actually: each team would choose one of their own to represent them. It was the captain, most of the times. Then, in case the team lost, that representant would have to surrender his body to the person representing the other team, the winner, who had a kind of ownership of the loser until he would defeat him in battle. This rather harsh rule was universally accepted and mostly unknown to the adult world, giving the bladers the chance to truly feel their victories as well as their losses.

Kai had never had any objection to it, taking it as it was and not hesitating to represent his team and stand up for them. He had done so after the asian tournament, and he still remembered Lee's face right before he'd fucked him in the matress. He'd repeated it after the american tournament, slightly annoyed by Michael's overenthusiasm at sharing his bed. There had been some trouble after the games in Europe, since the Majestics had not yet been a team at the time of his loss to Johnny. Yet Kai had insisted the rules not be broken, feeling he deserved to pay for loosing to the loud-mouth irish. To his surprise, Robert had not been the one to claim him, but rather it had been Johnny himself. That night was still etched in his memory. The red-head had been gentle and kind to him, never insulting or hurting him at all. The passion and fire of Johnny spoke volumes to the bladebreacker's captain. The irish had taken a liking to him and would have kept him there by his side given just half the chance, and the fact that he unofficially owned him was more than half a chance. But Kai could not have that, so he played a rematch and won, breacking Johnny's power over him and extending his own over the hot-head blader. He'd only spent one night making the boy his, quickly leaving for Russia after that. Sure, Johnny had a cute ass, but he was not his type.

But now, after the world finals, Kai truly did not know how to handle the victory of his team. Sure, the pride was there, and so was the feeling of completion you get after achieving your goals, but there was also a sort of …dare he say it?…fear. Claiming his victory by owning the body of one of those boys, one of the demolition boys…

He didn't really know them, he remembered them vaguely from before leaving the abbey but he didn't know them now. All he knew was that they were dangerous, but they could do nothing to him, not after his team had won. And surely not after Boris and Voltaire had been sent to jail for the child-abuse and illegal experiments that had been going on in the abbey. The BBA had raided the abbey and had gotten evidence of their crimes, such as severe abuse of minors, illegal weapon trade, illegal genetic experiments and many others. Most important of course was murder, the murder of some of the children in the abbey as well as their parents. The two bastards would not be getting aut of jail soon, thought Kai smirking slightly. But that had left the children at the abbey homeless and with nowhere to go. The BBA were taking care of it, placing them in special care centers, tought one problem still remained : the Demolition Boys. There was no use in placing them in homes, they would clearly have no problems escaping, as Kai knew from experience. None of those centers could ever have as good a defence sistem as Balkow Abbey did. Mr. Dickenson would try to work something out for them, meanwhile they were staying at some hotel in Moscow. All of them except for their captain. Tala was waiting for him in his suite in one of the capital's finest hotels. He had to find some good use for his grandfather's money after all. But it was strange to use it to rent a hotelroom where he could claim the russian captain as his own. Kai shivered. He knew Tala, the wolf would not appreciate the idea of being someone's property again, not after having just gotten rid of Boris. But he would not fight him, the two of them would play this one by the rules. So now Kai was preparing to go to the redhead, thinking about his worried teammates and trying to imagine how the rest of the Demolition Boys felt about the position their captain was in. He doubted they had ever had to face such a situation before, after all they had been undefeated world champions for years. But now they had lost, and they had to live with the consequences.

Kai silently swore to try not to hurt those boys much more than they had been hurt already.