The pain Kai felt was intense and he almost fell to the floor. He held back at the last second, finding more strength. He let his arms wrap around his ribs as his face was covered in a sheen of sweat. His eyes scrunched together as if that would block out the pain. He wish to God it could.

Kai tried to breathe, tried to move away from the wall. He had to get to the chesterfield, if he didn't he'd pass out on the floor. He would hit his head because no one was there to catch him. No one had been there for him since the blond boy from his dreams.

As he started staggering towards the forward, the room spun. Tyson looked up from the window when Kai let out a harsh cry. The room finally spun out of control and he succumbed to the darkness that wanted him in oblivion.

He heard the calls from Hilary and the Chief. They were calling his name but he didn't understand, he was to far gone. Something else he didn't clue into because by then he was unconscious, was the fact that he never hit the floor. Someone caught him.

Drifting in a dream world filled with pain-relieving mist and hazy clouds, Kai watched shadows pass over him and the ground. He didn't know what they were, he didn't care. He only wanted the shadow that had captured his hands and was stroking his forehead and hair to continue and never stop.

He was sure someone was above him, someone with a feather light touch that could tickle and soothe at the same time. Someone who sang to him in a sweet and familiar melody. It was someone he hadn't seen in a long time. The person called out to him, hiding an important message that Kai couldn't understand through the singing or commands that told him to leave the mist. The commands were strong ordered and Kai wished to obey them. But, the mist, the singing . . . the person.

Kai didn't want to leave, he liked being where he was. Someone was waiting for his return to the conscious. Someone needed him. Needed his help. Kai was torn between leaving the lost friend and returning to the one he loved so much, now. In his mind he called out to the boy, "Caena! Please!" But he was already fading into the mist.

He slipped out of the darkness to find a figure hoovering over him. It was to shadowed by the dark of night for Kai to recognize it. The only thing he could tell was that it was male and deeply concerned. Knowing how the person felt was through a sense Kai didn't know he had. The sense to know hoe other people felt without seeing their eyes or set of body. And the fact that the person was worried was enough to want Kai to jump up and hug the person, to tell him he was okay, that he would always be okay. Kai didn't understand why the man was worried. What's wrong? Kai thought.

The room regained it's familiar presence. It was his own plain, somber room. Dark and simple. Kai really didn't like much about it. He made a note to himself to make it more personal when daylight returned.

The rain had continued since he had fainted. However long it had been since then. It had been raining for a week. Non-stop rain.

Gazing back at the man towering protectively over his bed, Kai thought he caught the sight of pale hair in a flash of lightening. All it was was light reflecting off the midnight hair. "Caena," he moan-whispered.

The man's face instantly turned to puzzlement, something akin to disappointment and sadness before settling on utter and cold indifference.

Kai fell asleep to dreams of a dark-haired guardian who had already left him.

Six hours later Kai woke to a cloudy morning. The rain had stopped but the clouds still insisted on living above the town. The big dark clouds were just waiting to fill with vaporized water to then unleash it all at once.

The blinds on his window were now closed which led him to believe that it was brighter that morning then it had been the previous day. He immediately looked to where the man had been the night before, hoping he was still there. Of course, he wasn't. He had left shortly after Kai fell back asleep, angered and saddened. Kai sighed and fought his hands free of the blankets. They were very warm and itching for or from something.

Hands free, Kai's wine eyes studied them closely, trying to find some bite or rash that would be the cause or the itching. There wasn't any to be seen on either hand. Some parts his dream came back, the singing, the guardian, the shadow holding his hands. Those were the only parts but were enough to tell him his hands craved the touch of whatever he his subconscious mind had made into the shadow.

"Kai?" a soft voice asked carefully. A brown-haired head shoved itself into his line of sight.

"Hilary?" Kai's voice box croaked. It was dry from lack of moisture, not from lack of use. He was used to not using his speech equipment. It almost hurt to talk.

"Yes. How are you feeling?" Her eyes were so concerned. They reminded Kai of something. . . . It was something important, he knew, but he couldn't remember. The more he thought about it, the more it faded. And the more important it became.

"O-okay. I could use some water," he croaked out, giving his best effort at smirking.

"Sure," she flashed a smile before yelling, "Kenny! Kai wants water!" Both boys flinched though Kenny was downstairs.

"Hil, don't yell," Kai groaned closing his eyes. He was exhausted. He thought of how week he must seem, hoe pathetic. He snapped open his eyes and shot his best glare at the offending girl.

She looked at the floor sheepishly. "Sorry, Kai," her sentence was interrupted by a yawn. "Sorry, again. I was up half the night."

Kai looked at her, very few facial features moved to show his confusion. "Why?"

"Because of you," Kai's look changed to shock. Hilary shrugged her shoulders. "Someone had to make sure you were okay after Tyson stalked out. He wouldn't even tell us what was wrong." Which wasn't a big surprise for the Tyson as of late, the both observed. Hilary flipped her hair over her shoulder and gave Kai and inquisitive look.

Kai shook his head, "I don't know, I was sleeping or passed out."

"Oh,"

They fell silent, a silence that Kenny broke.

"Kai! You're awake. Take this!" the sort, long-banged boy shoved a tall glass of cold water and two pills into Kai's hands before moving to the other side of the bed to help prop Kai up. Then the tall, two-tone-haired man obeyed the computer whiz's orders.

Two days later, Kai awoke to find that he didn't have to throw up as he had every time he woke up after Kenny gave him that medicine. He felt much better. He even felt good enough to have a very important conversation with Tyson.

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A/N: I'm sorry if this isn't as good as it could have been. And to anyone who want Kai and Tyson to talk, it should happen in the next part. I wanted it in this one, but that didn't work. It took me since whenever I posted the last part to even get this story going. I did it on the bus on the way home from school. I'm not sure if the little bit I did include Kenny and Hilary are right for their personalities. I tried. Don't sue an Empress. It won't get you far. I have good connections with low people. They will not resist to hurt you. You can't sue me anyway, because I do not own Beyblade. Some other big company does. And the person who created it. Caena is mine and his name is pronounced Kay-na, in case your wondering. Please read and review! Leave your thoughts and pointers for me to look over. You never know, it might help me.

-Empress Mara

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