When the movie finally ended the tired teenagers shuffled off to their rooms. Hilary disappeared rather reluctantly into hers and Rage's room. Kenny went into the room the boys were going to share.

Ray was the one to notice that Kai had fallen asleep in the chair. Max and Tyson stood sleepily watching as Ray cautiously approached the unconscious boy. Remembering what had happened to Tyson, Ray tried to wake him by saying his name. It gained no reaction from Kai, so Ray slowly reached out to touch his shoulder.

Ray had readied himself for Kai's reaction but was caught unawares. Instead of hitting Ray, Kai turned over in his sleep with a near inaudible whimper of fear rising from his throat. With his back now facing Ray, the slate haired teen drew his knees protectively to his chest before relaxing again.

"I wish he'd just tell us what's wrong," Tyson whispered sadly.

"Do you think it's his past again, like last time?" Max asked quietly not removing his eyes from his sleeping captain.

"I think it's always been his past. He just hasn't been able to tell us, but he will do soon." Ray stated, while lifting Kai into his arms. 'Geez he's light' he thought, worried.

"What makes you say that?" Max asked, confused. All were silent for a moment as they watched the sleeping Kai shiver against Ray's chest, as if he were subconsciously afraid of being so near to someone. When Kai finally relaxed again, it was Tyson who answered Max's question.

"Because we'll make him."

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The child's breath's came out in short painful gasps as he forced himself to examine the object in his hand. The knife glinted coldly, the blood that covered it dripped down the handle to colour his hand in the still warm liquid.

His small fist shook as it held tightly onto the weapon. He shouldn't be acting like this, he had seen death before. This was pitiful, he was pitiful. In his six years of life he had seen worse things than this. Much worse things, but he had never caused them. He had never purposely killed anything before.

His hands now matched the colour of his fiery eyes. It wasn't the first blood on his hands. The six year old stood in the pitch black of the cell. Just him, the corpse, the blood and the men who had made him do it.

He hadn't wanted to do it, but he'd had no choice. The dream was made hazy by the fury contained in the memory.

He had killed to save a life the child convinced himself as he handed the bloody knife back to the one he called grandfather. The dream shifted. A spray of blood covered him, marking him for the coward he really was. He had caused another death, another death because of him.

He was still in that dark cell, but the anger in him had died. The hope in him was dead. He slumped to his knees as Voitaire mentioned one last thing before shutting him in the cell.

"You belong to me Kai. Never forget that, you disobey one of my orders again and you know how easy it is for me to kill you."

With that Kai was left alone. Alone in the dark with two corpses the small child barely seemed aware of anything. His eyes flashed with emotion that was threatening to burst out of him. He drew his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth slowly. Finally he could not contain it anymore so he did the one thing that he knew relieved the pain.

He screamed. It was a sound of complete anguish, despair, loss, pain, anger and grief. To hear such a thing from a child's voice was the most heart retching sound imaginable. Kai did not know how long this lasted. But finally when he fell silent and raised his head. His eyes held nothing in them, no childish spark, no emotion and no hope. He had hidden himself from the world and he had been broken.

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As soon as the screaming rang out in the boy's bedroom, Ray's amber eyes flared open. He was met with complete confusion.

When Tyson awoke to the heart-stopping screaming. His reaction was to scream himself, since his sleep had been rather abruptly interrupted. His screams were cut off suddenly as in his effort to jump out of bed; he tripped over the tangled covers and landed head first on the floor.

"Why's everyone screaming?" Max yawned sleepily rubbing his eyes.

It was about then that they noticed that it was Kai who had been screaming. As the last notes of the desperate cry faded in the room. Everyone's attention turned to their tortured captain, including Hilary's who had just raced into the room to see what was wrong.

Ray moved closer to Kai, the others creeping cautiously behind him. The teen in question was sat up in his bed, with his knees hugged to his chest. He hadn't yet noticed the others. His grey bangs hung low over his eyes, concealing his face in shadow. Ray wasn't even sure if he was awake yet, he seemed so still.

"Kai?" Ray tried; there was no reaction even though Ray was crouching right by Kai's bed.

"Why does everyone have to die?" Kai's voice was so distant and quiet, that if they hadn't been so close they wouldn't have heard. He seemed so sad that on an impulse Ray reached out to comfort him.

As soon as Ray touched his arm, Kai's head jerked up with a shocked and almost scared look on his face. It was only Ray's superior reaction time that enabled him to evade the punch. Tyson who was positioned right behind Ray wasn't so lucky. He landed across the room with a thump.

Kai blinked a few times in a dazed fashion before he seemed to see them. When he did, he shot backwards in the bed till his head hit the wall. His expression said quite clearly 'What the hell?' as he looked at them with a mixture of anger and fear that might have just been left over from the dream.

"Kai you had another nightmare" Max explained, casting a glance at the moaning Tyson before deciding that he didn't need his attention as much as Kai might.

There was an awkward silence, as no one seemed to be able to think of something to say.

Finally Kai, who was feeling rather freaked out by being surrounded like this, broke the silence.

"I need some coffee," he murmured before attempting to push his way out of the group.

"Kai please, we can't help you if you don't tell us what's bothering you" Ray exclaimed.

Kai looked back at the Chinese blader for a moment. His expression seemed troubled, as if he was considering on accepting the offer. Then he forced himself to walk out of the room.

After about five minutes of sitting in silence, another figure entered the doorway. Rage stood there, her gaze fixed on Ray. The neko-jin's amber eyes narrowed, he had made it quite obvious that he didn't like her.

"Ray, if you want to talk to Kai now is the time. But only you must go, don't crowd him yet o.k? I know you don't like me but you should take my advice if you don't want him to stay in this boring depression all the time. That'd be my advice." Her eyes were focused on him all throughout this little speech. The truth behind her words was shown clearly in her blue green eyes.

With that she left to go back to her room. Leaving a stunned crowd behind her.

"She's weird that one" Hilary spoke up, "did you know that she even refuses to sleep on a bed, she uses the floor for gods sake. What's up with that?"

"She may be 'weird' as you say, but I do think that she may just be right." Kenny added.

"Kenny's right" Ray confirmed walked to the door. With a small wave over his shoulder he made his way to the kitchen to where Kai was. Behind him the others got back to their interrupted sleep, it was four in the morning after all.

'Time for a heart to heart with our dear captain' Ray thought as he pushed open the door to the kitchen. Kai was sitting at the table nursing a cup of steaming coffee. Ray had tried this before, but he felt a new confidence as he sat down in the chair by Kai.

For a moment no one spoke as Kai sat with his head lowered over his coffee and his elbows leaning heavily on the table.

"Ray" Kai said suddenly without moving from his position. His voice shook as he continued, finally accepting that this was not something that he could handle on his own.

"Ray, It's eating away at me and I….I….need to talk" Kai closed his eyes, concentrating on forcing the words out. This was unbelievably hard for him to do; he'd never thought that he would ever ask for help from anyone. It just wasn't his way; he would handle everything himself even if it caused himself discomfort.

But this, this was different and he couldn't cope with it anymore. It felt like his head was on fire with all the different memories and emotions that he had fought to hide. Every time a new memory came, it would explode it his head with all the different emotions and most likely blood or pain that the memory held.

Ray nodded in an understanding way.

"I'm here to listen."

I had a good christmas. The reason it took so long to update was because of christmas, and lack of inspiration. Also because of the fact that fanfiction wouldn't let me update.

#shakes fist# stupid non updating thing. Anyhow, please read and review.