Chapter 22.

Tysons' hot-blooded hand wrapped his digits around the cool door-knob of Patient Room 12 with buddies Max and Ray closely at his back. He took a sharp breath in preparation for whatever mood Kai was in now and then rotated his wrist. The door latch mechanism receded inside the frame of the wooden white door with a click, followed by a whining creak as the young man pushed the door open.

The bey-champs' voice was low and respectful. "Hey Kai. I know we're probably the last people you wanna see right now but I have something to say..."

Suddenly his tone jumped as the sight before him sent his anxiety sky high.

Tyson yelped."KAI?!"

Max ran in behind the cap wearer; shoving harshly past his arm as he did. The blonde gasped and cried out in alarm. "KAI! What have you done?!"

Ray barged his way through the Japanese and half American. He stuttered in alarm. "K k kaaaiiii!"

The ex-Bladebreaker lay slumped on his left side as his cheek pressed against the clean lino floor; light-grey hair over-shadowed his pain-ridden face. The beybladers' left hand clasped over his wound beneath him as the other hand lay out in front of his torso. Kais' war-torn and bare legs were bent and exposed nearest the foot of his bed, his body direction pointed towards the bathroom. Only his loose and thin gown fabric moved as it gently fluttered with the light breeze, whilst he lay seemingly lifeless within it.

The White Tiger felt his heart turn to stone in his chest and his mouth run dry as memories of THAT day hit him like a black tornado. He stood petrified at the sight of Kai "dead" on the floor. The flashback tidal wave hit Ray so harshly he was paralysed stiff. Even Drigers' growls from inside his beyblade in a white baggy pocket couldn't snap his master back to earth.

Tyson took mere milliseconds to act and rushed to Kais' side. His wild heart thumped as he crashed to his knees and stretched out a trembling hand to comfort his fallen comrade.

"Don't touch me!" The body returned to life with a dangerous and cursing tone. "Don't touch me!"

Kais' offensive and sudden words caused the bluenette to recoil his hand in surprise, only to quickly regain himself and hover his hand over Kais' back once again; it was the only thing he could think of doing but daren't go any further and actually lay a hand on him. He sweated profusely with the warmth of the box room and instant panic. He blurted. "KAI! What happened? Are you ok?"

Max dropped on his knees close to Tyson. His voice was bereft as sweat shimmered over his face and neck. "Oh Kai what happened! Talk to us buddy!"

The fallen beyblader had spent minutes prior whimpering in pain from his fall. His palms were pulsating red from hitting the floor in frustration whilst his wound begged him to cease moving. He repeated with even more aggression. "I said don't touch me!"

Now Tyson was closer he could see sweat patches through Kais' loose gown fabric and he was shaking. The beychamp trembled in reply. "Ok ok Kai. Ok. I'm not touching you. Just chill Ok. We're here to help you bud."

Max jumped to his feet and flustered in a small circle like a headless chicken as his fingers pulled at his yellow hair. "I know! I know! I'll go get a nurse!"

Kai ordered with a threatening husky tone. "NO! NO nurses or doctors. I can get up myself!" He tucked his legs inwards and slid his left elbow under his chest all the while growling and hissing with gritted teeth...readying to push his body off the floor. Without ease, his quivering arms began to lever his torso off the antiseptic-smelling grey flooring as his knees did the same for his lower half.

Ray was a stiff paper doll as flashbacks of that day at the Tokyo Metro Stadium slashed his mind. His feline eyes were pin-prick wide as his long black hair braid and bangs swayed with his light Chinese clothing. He stopped drawing breath and heart ceased as he recanted events of that fateful afternoon. The mental images of Blake smiling with blood on his hands, the cold glass force-field, Kai falling to his knees...his last breath, the desperate cries of his friends as they try to break through, his front row seat to Dranzers' capture, Kais' lifeless body in his arms, blue lips, red stained clothing, the paramedics, the blood on his hands. Ray lifted his hands up to his face. They were covered in scarlet liquid. He remembered cleaning the blood off days ago but Kais' blood...was...still...on his hands. Ray was losing it. The memories were manifesting into hallucinations…

...until a voice broke through and lightened the mood.

"Yeah clearly you can't Kai and that's why you're lying on the floor. I'm pretty sure you're not practising some kind of bazaar Russian-style yoga." Tyson did what Tyson did best in situations that made him feel nervous...he made jokes.

Max briskly shut the door so that no nurses could see in, thus protecting Kai from any further harassment. He then jumped back behind Tysons' kneeling form and hugged himself with the fresh fret.

Max -"Talk to us Kai. Are you hurt? What were you doing? You heard the nurses earlier. You need to stay in bed."

Kai had managed to writhe himself into a dog pose on his hands and knees. His cold hands were scrunched into tight fists as he fought not to cry out in pain with every twist of his trunk. The beyblader was terrified he had ripped his stitches as the wound site throbbed with a new and uncomfortable heat. He deadly hissed with his spine curved like an angry porcupine. "For the last time...Just go away!" He chomped down on his molars again to detract from the hot agony at his side. Dranzers' master felt like he had been stabbed all over again.

Tyson rolled his big brown eyes and pouted with hands on his hips. "Oh Kai you're so stubborn. Really dude. I'm supposed to be the pig headed one of the team."

Max begged with outstretched hands ready to provide quick assistance. "Yeah Kai. This is just crazy. Let us help you. Please."

Kais' face was ruby with the strain and ...embarrassment. He never meant for anybody to see him like this and deeply regretted getting out of the bed in the first place. What little strength he had left was waning as his tone softened. "No. I said don't touch me. I can get up myself!"

The stubborn beyblader turned CEO fought gallantly against gravity and won having successfully adopted a newborn baby giraffe-like stance...un-coordinated and wobbly. His torso hunched over as he heavily panted for breath. A tear of sweat trickled down his temple and ran down his pale left cheek. His burning misty lilac eyes finally met with sceptical yellow, brown and blue ones.

Patient 12 heaved. "See... I don't... need your..." Before Dranzers' master could complete his sentence his knees and ankles gave way as gravity fought back and his body tapped out.

Before either Tyson or Max could react, a black and white whoosh of air burst through a slim gap between them quicker than lightning as the White Tiger caught the ex-Blitzkrieg Boy in mid air. Kais' heavy head and chin hooked over Rays' shoulder as he instantly took every pound of his friends' weight. Despite Kais' recent weight loss, he still weighed quite a bit with the lean muscle mass that remained. Rays' caring but powerful arms held his ex-team mate tightly into a hug to prevent him from falling, however was mindful not to put any pressure on the obviously tender wound site. Their ears touched as spiky black hair intermixed with dual-toned grey.

Tyson exclaimed as he jumped to his feet. "Whoah! Good catch Ray! I think he passed out!"

Max fretted even more. "I really think we should get a doctor now guys."

Tyson scratched the back of his head not knowing what to do next. "I think you're right Max."

Kai wasn't as unconscious as they thought. He murmured groggily over Rays' broad shoulder. "Are you deaf? I said no doctors."

Tyson sniggered at the audacity. "That's it Kai. Insult us all you like. I'll let you get away with it today bud."

The blonde blader took on a form which he rarely took. He sported a cross face and scolding tone. "What were you tryin' to do Kai? Where were you going?"

Kai lifted a shaky arm, pointed to the wet room and muttered with heavy eyes. "Bathroom." He was too knackered to care that he was being hug-held upright by his Chinese ex-teamate and felt secretly grateful for his saviour. If Ray hadn't caught him when he did, more pain would have followed through like a freight train.

Kais' heart beat was only a rib cage away from Rays.' *Thump thump* *Thump thump* The Chinese man remembered the agonising moments at the beystadium before the paramedics arrived. Kais' lips and fingers were blue, his chest was motionless and his exanimate eyes were partially open. Hot tears welled up under yellow cat eyes and threatened to fall if he clenched his lids shut. He recited in his mind. "Kai is alive. Gotta get that in my head. He didn't die and I'm not responsible for what happened. Yeah, just keep telling myself that. I've gotta snap out of this self-blame." Neko-jins' tuned feline senses picked up on Kais' sweaty smell and was reminded of how grubby he felt during his hospital stay after his beyblade battle with Bryan during the first world championships. The nurses wouldn't let him shower for nearly 2 days because he too was hooked up to equipment and was too weak to walk. "Oh Kai... I feel for you." He thought.

Tyson quirked. "Oh I see bud. Need to go potty huh?"

Max shook his fretting head. "I'm not sure this is a good idea Tyson."

The rapid rescuers' legs were beginning to shake. "Urhhhhh guys. A little help please. Kai is a little heavy."

Tyson jumped straight into action and hooked Kais' left arm over his right shoulder and lifted so that Kai could stand, albeit crooked. Kai showed no resistance as his bladder begged for the bathroom. His pride had jumped out of the window, broke its every bone and drowned itself in the garden koi pond.

Once Tyson had half of Kais' weight, the chinese blader twisted himself round to prop Kais' right arm over his left shoulder. Ray was 6 inches taller than Tyson and so crouched a touch so Kai wouldn't be supported lop-sided.

Sweat drops trickled down Rays' temples which further soaked his swaying black bangs and red head band. "You ready Kai? One step at a time. Nice n' easy."

Tyson may have been unfit but his stocky build held Kai up like a pro. "Yeah Kai, we'll move at your pace ok Buddy."

Kais' scraped the last of his strength out of the barrel and lifted a weak foot with shaky legs, swung it forward and landed it. With the support of his friends he took a full step, then another and another. For every one of Kais' weak bare foot fumbled steps; sturdy Chinese slippers and deliberate Japanese sneakers supported him through each stride.

Max rushed into the bathroom, pulled the light switch chord and flipped the toilet seat up like men do. There were hand rails all around the small box room with pale blue tiling and thick aqua blue linoleum flooring with soft studding for foot grip. A full length mirror was affixed to the wall in the far left corner. A shower head and a small plastic stool in the right corner, the toilet and a wash basin affixed behind the right hand wall and opposite was a clear waste bin with a pop-up lid.

Tyson - "Max, I think Kai's gunna need the seat down bud. He's not gunna be able to stand and pee. I'm assuming you need a pee?"

Kais' head fell forward in despair and sighed with bereft. "I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you. Yes Tyson. I need a pee and I want the seat up. I'm not doing it... like a girl."

Tyson smarted sharply in reply. "Thank goodness for that. For a moment there I thought we were gunna have to play rock, paper, scissors and the loser was gunna have to wipe your ass for ya."

Max instantly fell apart with laughter as he clutched his stomach. "Pahahahahaha! Tyson you can't joke about stuff like that! PahahaahHahahahaha."

Ray couldn't help himself either as he too was caught off guard. "Hahahahahaha! Trust Tyson to make fun at a time like this. Hahahahahhahaha."

Max - "Urhhhh"

Ray - "Ummmm"

Tyson and Ray simultaneously ceased their laughing as they felt a resistance as Kais' legs stopped walking, his frail body curled forward and began shaking... was he nauseous again? About to be sick? Was he about to faint? The funniness died away in an instant. Worry wracked their faces as they bent their frames trying to read Kais' covered face in the darkness of his lolling hair.

"Haha...hahhha...hhahahahahahhahahahahaha!" The half crippled man bent his body inwards so as not to stretch his torso with each diaphragm jump as he too...started laughing.

Kai -"Hahahahahahhhahhhhh."

It had been years since the team had heard Kai laugh; aside from sniggering at himself for being right about something. Max, Ray and Tyson burst back into laughter. The quad of ex-Bladebreakers laughs bounced around the tiny bathroom so loud it was a miracle a nurse or security staff hadn't heard the commotion and rushed in. Days of worry and heartache were all worth it for this moment. The guardians of the four Sacred Spirits; the original Bladebreakers'...alive and laughing together.

Moments later the laughing naturally tailed off. Max flipped the toilet seat back up as Kai requested and backed out of the way. The trio helped Kai stand into position in front of the western toilet and left him to support himself using a flip out hand rail attached to the wall. Happy that Kai was standing alright on his own; they exited and closed the door behind them. They huddled close outside the door in silence, ready and waiting to react to any call for help or thud of their friend hitting the floor from losing his balance.

Rays' cat hearing was so acute he could hear a pin drop in a room if he honed in on it. He listened to the sound of Kai's hospital dress rustling, fumbling of more fabric and then the familiar sound of urine hitting the bowl. The sound kept going and going and going. Kai bucked his head back with the relief you could only feel when busting for a pee and finally being about to let rip.

Tysons' left ear was pressed against the door. "Mannnn Kai. You really needed to go huuh?"

Ray rolled his eyes and shook his head at the uber-personal remark.

Max face-palmed as he wiped sweat away from the top of his straw coloured eyebrow. He sniggered. "Heheh you can't help yourself can you Tyson?"

Tyson cheekily shrugged his shoulders. "Whaaaatt? Just trying to lighten the mood."

The toilet flushed and more fumbling of fabric.

...

...Silence

...

Rays' husky voice dripped with concern. "Kai are you alright in there?"

Tyson banged on the door twice with a club-like fist. "Kai? Buddy can you hear me? Are you ok?"

Max banged on the door too although not as hard but multiple times. "KAI?! Answer us, we need to know you are ok?!"

No answer...

*Silence*

...

The trio exchanged worried glances as their eyes were wide and hearts thumped all over again.

In a flash Ray gripped the door knob, twisted and pulled. "We're comin' in Kai!" With those words he flung open the door.

Tyson, Ray and Max fell heavily quiet as they realised what their friend had been doing. Kai was meeting his post-attack body for the first time and stood unaided in the centre of the room. He had managed a couple of steps towards the full length mirror and was staring into it with a section of his gown lifted to reveal his milky-coloured six-pack torso. He had peeled away half of his gauze dressing from its adhesion and flapped it down to reveal the dagger entry wound that nearly cost him his life. It was around 3 inches in length, situated 2 inches up and to the left from his belly button, perfectly straight and had been expertly stitched; the ends of the tied sutures were knotted and stuck out by two millimetres each. He had been lucky this time and despite the fall, he hadn't ripped any out or reopened the cut. The wound looked red around the edges and moist from the antiseptic cream the nurses had applied. The redness was completely normal for a flesh wound like this and Kai had seen similar like it during his time at BIOVOLT. Kais' back was to his team mates but they were angled just right to see what he saw in the mirror. They noticed the hygiene pants he was wearing and respectfully chose not to say a word...even Tyson buttoned his lips tight.

Kai turned his torso into a better light. His voice was serious and low. "I thought it would be uglier."

Ray fought with what to say and Max was equally uncomfortable.

Tyson did what Tyson did best and made light of it. "On the bright side Kai, you're gunna have a really cool scar."

Kai approached the mirror closer with unsteady feet. The pain and throbbing of his gash still bothered him, only now he had grown accustomed to it and hid his discomfort well. He flapped the gauze and sticky tape upwards to reseal around his wound and dropped his gown to fall back to knee length. He approached the mirror closer, his reflection...was a person he didn't recognise.

The face staring back at him had lost some of its healthy plumpness and was dipping in the middle of his cheeks. He stroked and turned his chin at different angles as he ran a finger and thumb down his features. Kai fingered the lines of his absent blue face-paint triangles. He remembered applying them on the morning of the Charity Tournament; it had been years since he adorned face paint and had to practise a few times to get it perfect like years before. He rubbed his chin to feel beard hairs pushing through; the young CEO was always well shaven but this guy in the mirror had fine stubble.

He ran a trembling hand through hair and felt gross with how limp and greasy at the scalp it was. He immediately felt terribly dirty as he always washed his hair every day, whether it needed it or not. By nature Kai was a bit of a clean freak and being this unkempt made him feel edgy and disgusting.

He rolled his left earlobe within a thumb and fore-finger with the realisation his ear stud had been removed; its whereabouts unknown.

Lastly he flexed his arms but the once bulbous muscles were now like partially deflated balloons.

Kais' mixed race face was a mess of despair, pity, anger and confusion as his eyebrows flexed and tensed as his thin lips twitched with each emotion depending on which feature he examined.

His leg strength had ran dry, his knees knocked together and began to quake again; bringing Kais' self-inspection to an abrupt end.

Ray immediately swooped in for support as Kai instinctively hooked an arm over his ex-team mates' shoulder. "I think it's time we got you back to bed Kai." To which there was no protest as Max instead of Tyson rushed to Kais' aid. The trio tenderly walked at a snails' pace back to the bed in the same fashion as before. Tyson played the maid and held the bathroom door open until the guys were through it, turned the light off and flipped the bed covers back ready for his buddy to slip into.

With muffled cries and wincing they managed to help their friend wiggle and lift his way back onto the bed. Patient 12 relaxed back into the pillows which Max had kindly fluffed up for him, whilst Tyson pulled layers of thin covers back over his legs allowing Kai to pull the rest up to his torso without bending.

The bluenette wiped away a sweat puddle that had accumulated above his thick dark-blue eyebrows. "Phewwww Kai. You are hard work buddy. Is there anything else we can get you before we go? That is unless you want us to stay?"

Rays' arms were folded as he fought not to sway on his feet. His mini mental breakdown and his ninja sharp mid-air rescue had totally drained him. "I don't know about you but I could do with a long nap." He yawned with one golden eye open as his toned arms stretched upwards towards the ceiling. "What do you want us to do Kai? Want us to hang around for a while?"

Max smiled with relief that finally Kai was safe back in his bed and offered some kind words of wisdom. "Say Kai. Don't worry about your body. You'll get it back to the way it was in no time. You just gotta rest up, do what the nurses say and eat lots ok?" He held out an extended thumb up and grinned.

Kais' stoic face had returned and his statute arms crossed once again. He could barely keep his glittering purple eyes open with a fresh round of fatigue as the anaemia dictated. "No you guys have done enough. I'll be fine now."

Ray was ready to hit the showers and then head to bed early. He yawned again. "Ok Kai. Only if you're sure."

Max beamed from ear to ear despite how tired he too felt. "Ok Kai. You make sure you get plenty of rest remember and I guess we'll see you tomorrow ok bud. And don't worry we won't tell any of the others about what happened here...you'll only get lectured by Hilary and Emily. We'll keep this between us. Scouts honour."

Kai nodded and smiled lightly in approval and murmured just loud enough for all to hear as their backs were turned whilst they headed for the door. "Thank you guys. For this... Just so you know...I'll be walking tomorrow."

The trio turned, smiled and nodded to humour him. There was no way Kai was going to be walking tomorrow, or the next day and maybe not even the day after...the nurses said so after all.

Tyson swiped a thumb across his nose and replied with a cynical undertone. "Sure Kai. Whatever you say bud."

Kais' iron guard was well and truly down and the trio of Max, Ray and Tyson savoured every second of it.

Tyson noticed something peeping out from under the bed and scooped it up with one swing. It was the "Get Well Soon" teddy bear and placed it squarely in Kais' lap. "Here Kai. Don't forget this."

Kais' left eye twitched with a prickle of annoyance. His voice saturated with sarcasm. "Gee thanks Tyson. What ever will I do without it?"

The trio gazed at their friend in the bed as he reflected back at them. Tyson tweaked his cap straight, Rays' bangs floated back and forth with the light breeze, Kais' grey hair and loose gown neckline tussled as Max's baby face cutely beamed. Moments passed where a mystical bond of brotherly love and respect strengthened.

Tyson quipped. "Hey Kai..."

Patient 12 fought to keep his heavy eyes open. "Yeah?..."

Tyson quipped. "Don't do anything stupid like that again. If you need to get out of bed again just call us ok. We'll be back at your side whenever you need us ok pal."

Kais' features flinched awake with irritation. "Ok Tyson. It's time for you to go now."

"HE DID WHAT?!"'Izumis' voice had reached new heights as she screeched from behind the beybladers so loud they jumped inches into the air.

Nurse Hina stood beside Kais' grandmother; her foot tapped the floor with a face like thunder. "Mr Hiwatari did what now? I do hope you haven't removed your cannula and monitors?!"

Tyson held his hands up in immediate defence as a torrent of sweat poured down his panicked chubby features; his yellow t-shirt was completely stuck to his back as he took his cap off to erratically fan himself. His voice was flustered. "Oh look at the time. We've gotta go huh guys? Urhhhhh Maxie? Ray? Where'd you go?!"

The White Tiger X and PPB Allstarz members had stealthily slipped out of the door and had belted down the corridor to get as far away from Kai's grandmother as possible. They were accomplices in Kais' crime of leaving his bed and they were not going to hang around for the jail time... and neither was Tyson.

"I'm sorry Kai. Heheheheh. Nighty night. I'll see ya tomorrowwwwww!" Cried Tyson as he darted around the female pair and legged it out the door.

Draciels' master half turned whilst jogging to peer back his not-so athletic bestie. "Sorry pal! It was every man for himself! Hehehehe."

Izumis' grandson ergo Patient 12 received a double teamed vocal assault by his overbearing grandmother and strict Nurse Hina. Their captive crossed his arms and closed his fatigued eyes tight in preparation for the verbal avalanche. He tried to focus on the light breeze stroking his face as the warmth between the linear blind slats kissed the vampire-white skin of his arms.

Izumi scolded. "I can't believe you got out of bed. You shouldn't be walking!"

Nurse Hina – "That was totally irresponsible of you Mr Hiwatari. What if you fell and tore your stitches?!"

Izumi – "I love you to death my Grandson but what a stupid thing to do! Why didn't you wait for me or ask these very lovely nurses to help if you wanted to go somewhere?!"

Nurse Hinas' voice was disgusted. "I can't believe you removed your medical equipment without permission. What a complete disregard for all the work this hospitals' staff has put into getting you back to health Mr Hiwatari!"

Izumi – "Kai you are such a smart and wise young man. How could you do such a stupid thing?! I hope you haven't hurt yourself?!"

Nurse Hina – "Now we will have to re-insert your cannula and get you all hooked up again."

Izumi – "I hate to have a go at you my love but don't you ever ever do this again. The nurses said you have to stay in bed. YOU STAY IN BED. GOT THAT? GRANDSON!"

Nurse Hina – "Have you eaten yet today? I do hope you have because if you haven't I will have to call the doctor down to examine you. If you think you are well enough to get out of bed and do what you like...you must be well enough to eat something."

Izumi – "Gahhhh! He's not eaten? All day? Kai WHY haven't you eaten anything yet?"

Kais' grandmother was a newly charged battery. Having had plenty of rest she was rearing to go and sliced into her grandson like a hot knife in butter. Nurse Hina argued to have the cannula reinserted, and they both badgered him to eat something. The duo of older women clucked away like giant chickens, one wearing a purple cardigan and the other a blue nurses' outfit. Each word and yell was like the jab of a heavy weight boxer and there was nothing he could do but take every punch. Kais' thick grey eyebrow twitched with irritation as a new vein popped from his head. He was not used to being yelled or reprimanded and detested every second of it.

Four cloaked predators still loomed beneath thick hedges mere yards away from the University of Tokyo Hospital reception doors. Their prey had been hunkered down for days in a safe hive of security staff sentry, and presided over by historic arch enemies...the Saint Shields. In the air above them a burning orange sunset lit the atmosphere. The four figures sat crossed legged in a line under a large bush, the dry dirt and leaves had been swept away to make a flat earth seating area. They each eagle-eyed the main doors of the hospital, their red eyes transfixed on anyone coming in or out and begged for the sight of even one of the four guardians of the sacred spirits; each had a chosen target. A heavy purple hood covered all distinguishable features except for silver spiky fringes protruding outwards in different styles and red eyes glinted within.

A weasley male voiced young man grumbled with his arms crossed. His stature was the smallest of the group. "This is taking too long. I'm getting sick of this waiting."

Female voice – "I'm getting sick and tired of this too. I want my White Tiger spirit and now."

Deep male voice- "If only it wasn't for those petulant Saint Shields we would have what is ours by now. I'm sick of waiting in the dirt like an animal."

Blake glowered as he gripped the handle of his silver daggers hilt. "The longer I leave Kai to get better, the stronger he will get. I need to get to him now...while he is weak, debilitated and helpless. He has no Bitbeast to protect him and as soon as he's on his own I will do what has to be done. The spirit Dranzer WILL be mine to rule at last."

Weasley voice – "I have an idea. What do you say to setting fire to their little nest and see who flies the coop?"

Female voice – "I think that's an excellent idea. I can't take this waiting anymore. Shake the cage and see what falls out."

Blake sneered. "We could trip one of the fire alarms. They would have to evacuate the building."

Weasley voice chuckled evilly. "Heheheheheh it would be pure chaos."

Female voice – "Those Saint Shields won't know what to do with themselves. There is only four of them...they can only be in all places at once."

Deep male voice – "Yesssssssssssss it will certainly shake things up. Let's do it. Tomorrow. During the day. There will be more bodies to add to the mayhem."

Female voice - "What if we can't get past the security to get to an alarm? The only reason we haven't breached already is because of those security guards. The place is crawling with them. We can't get near the building."

The Weasely voice turned sinister and cruel as his red eyes glinted. "We will have to be inventive and start our own fire then won't we."

Thank you all for reading! Especially Livn89 and Guest 11 for your last reviews! I know this chapter was a bit soppy but I kinda let my writing flow in whichever way my brain feels creative. Next Chapter is going to be even more fun ;D and things have a switch up for Kai and the rest of the team.