DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BEYBLADE OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. THIS IS JUST A FAN-MADE STORY!

As the doctor descended the staircase, Gingka and the others all rounded up on him.

"How is she? Is she gonna be okay?" Gingka cried.

"She's suffering from a serious shock that will most probably leave her traumatised. I gave her an injection to calm her down and help her sleep. She needs plenty of rest and support," the doctor explained quietly.

"Oh Kendra..." Madoka murmured sadly.

"But, but she's not gonna go, I dunno, insane or anything, right?" Masamune asked fearfully.

"Unlikely, but like I said earlier, she definitely needs all of you. Take good care of her and stay by her side as much as possible. That's the only thing that can help her recover," said the doctor.

"Okay...thank you doctor," said Gingka.

When he had left, they went upstairs to the spare bedroom where Kendra was sleeping and went in beside her. Ryo was sitting on a chair beside her bed, watching over her as she slept. Her skin was still pale, but perhaps slightly rosier than before. Had her chest not been moving in rhythm to her breath, she could have easily passed as a corpse.

"Ken-Ken!" Yu whined sadly. He rushed over to her side and began stroking her hand gently, trying to comfort her.

"I can't believe they did this to them...to my friends!" Gingka shook his head sadly: "It's just so not right!"

"I can't believe Ziggurat would stoop so low as to do something like this...If anything should happen to Tsubasa...I just can't imagine what she'd do..." said Ryo.

"Tsubasa means more to her than anyone could ever even begin to imagine, I can see that," said Madoka: "I just feel so sorry for her."

"First Tsubasa...now Ken-Ken...when will it end?" Yu's voice broke and he began to cry.

"Aaawww, don't cry Yu," Masamune bent down beside the boy and pulled him in a hug: "They'll both be fine, you'll see!"

"I-I d-don't know! I need them b-both!" Yu sobbed, burying his face in Masamune's green hoodie.

Suddenly, they heard a soft moan coming from behind them, barely more than a mere whisper...

"Ts-Tsu...ba...s-sa..."

"Kendra?" Gingka leaned over the bed and placed his hand on the girl's shoulder: "Kendra! Are you alright? Can you hear me?"

"I don't think she can, Gingka," said Ryo: "She seems far too unconscious as yet."

Gingka sighed and pulled out a chair, sitting down.

"I'm staying here, she needs her friends. And when she wakes up, we'll tell her that Tsubasa's gonna be just fine, and that he'll be reunited with us soon!" he said.

"I just hope you're right..." said Ryo.

Tsubasa lay spread-eagled on the floor, blood dripping from his wounded body. His beautiful silver hair was stained red and his clothes were ripped and torn.

"Come on Tsubasa, wake up! Don't drop out on us just yet!" said Jack.

"He's such a weak, pathetic loser!" Ryuga growled in frustration.

"Hnh, at least his friends saw what's being done to him. Now they'll know not to mess with us!" said Ziggurat.

Suddenly, Tsubasa began moaning and stirring, trying to shift back into consciousness. Noticing this, Ziggurat aimed a sharp kick in his side, shoving him back. At the impact, Tsubasa gasped and opened his eyes weakly, trying to see what was going on around him.

"Hi Tsubasa," Damian said mockingly: "Did you enjoy the show?"

Tsubasa said nothing, the pain clogging up his throat. All he could feel was sharp, throbbing aches throughout his whole damaged body, hot blood trickling sickeningly down his skin.

"K-Ke...n-ndra..." he murmured.

His kidnappers laughed loudly, mocking his very pain and emotions.

"Ken-Ken isn't here to help you now, nobody is!" Jack laughed.

"Why...why are...you...?" Tsubasa coughed and spat out blood, weakness slacking his body to the extremes.

"Why are we what?" Ziggurat demanded.

"D-doing...this...t-to us...?"

"We hate those who stand in our way, and you my friend are the best example of that! You refuse to hand over your power and you got my brother imprisoned! You will not get out of here alive. Once we take your power, you're dead!" said Ziggurat.

Tsubasa said nothing, feeling his heart shattering in his chest. All his life he had done nothing but suffer, happiness only coming in fleeting, rare moments only to be snatched away so quickly from his eager grasp. It was as if he had been born for the sole purpose of suffering.

"Here's your beyblade!" Jack took out Earth Eagle and threw it next to Tsubasa: "We ran our tests on it. It's still useless, surprise surprise!"

"I don't think tying him up will be necessary for today. Just lock the door and leave him here to sleep in his own blood. See you tomorrow, Tsubasa..." said Ziggurat.

The group turned away and headed towards the door, locking it securely after exiting the room. Tsubasa was all alone now, with nothing and no one for comfort, save his defeated beyblade.

Broken as he was, he let the tears fall as he cried and cried, the salty tears mingling with his blood: a pool of pain and misery. "Ken...dra...Ken...dra..." murmured desperately, knowing she couldn't hear him: "I...love...you..."