Beyblading was hazardous no doubt when Boris found out first hand from the 'Radient Thunder' attack of Apollo. Fortunately for him however, the attack was designed to hit a specific target and not two moving ones, though it had plenty of power to back that idea, and he had not landed in a coma like a certain redhead.

Still, they had been unconscious when they were carried off to the nearest hospital and had awoken half a day later to see a gnome named Ivan staring down at them. But Yuriy had remained in a coma for a while, had awoken but too much drugs had knocked him out again. Oh yes, Boris could just smell the law suit of manhandling and possible attempted murder. Or it could just be the smell of defeat.

Thanks to a cracked rib, concussion, trauma to both knee caps and 3rd degrees burns, Boris and Sergei were deemed unfit to be released back into the world by doctors and were bound to the tiny, sterile room the four Russians were now sharing.

Enter boredom; Ivan had brought a game console to amuse himself. There were only two controllers so they all took turns but usually the outcome was that Boris would lose and throw a tantrum. Who would have thought that the emotionless bastard/psychopath/murderer was so bad at video games?

In an attempt to cool off he had taken a walk wearing cut remnants of his pants and too tiny shirt from Ivan's baggage. He had to keep his arms in check to insure that the shirt didn't rip when he stretched his shoulders but there was only so much to do.

He irritatedly fingered a hidden dagger within the deep pocket of his pants. No one had to know right? It's not like within this sea of humans one decapitated body would be recognizable from another.

He was planning to vent his anger upon the next beefy looking person he came across until the sound of fighting crossed his well trained ears. He looked up, to see where the sounds originated from and he wasn't disappointed.

Two figures rolled on the ground, one, beating the crap of the other. The other, crying and begging for forgiveness as they curled up whimpering.

Perhaps... they would be a better catch...

Thirst for blood and action caught up with the wounded falcon. He had not been let out for days, his blood demanded another's be shed but his keen eyes had already glimpsed the face of the attacker...

'Kai!'

Barely registering that the words had formed in his mouth he had pulled the silver haired phoenix away with speed that would have rivaled those of a peregrine falcon in a hunting dive.

Trying to calm down the struggling teen Boris had uttered,

"Oh god Kai..."

The futile bucking had stopped and the glazed eyes looked up in to Boris' own.

"Boris... where's Yuriy?" and proceeded to promptly faint in Boris' arms.

-

Kai did not look well. Scratch that, he looked like shit. Something that crawled out of a blender, a blender called Falborg that is. But no time for jokes. Hoisting the fallen Russian upon his back, he began to run towards the general direction of the hospital quickly running out of breath as he remembered that he himself was not in the best of conditions...

Bidding Falborg to help him, the light haired Russian ran into the reception room scaring the hell out of the nurse on duty. Kai was quickly taken off his back and wheeled into the emergency room as he collapsed into one of the coffee stained chairs of the waiting room.

'Crap, the shirt tore...'

-

Worried about the general location of his team mate, Sergei excused himself from the front of the TV where Ivan was still clicking away. Yuriy was somehow managing to sleep all through this but then again, they had loaded him up with enough sedatives to knockout Seaborg if needed to.

The train of his thoughts turning foul he walked down the hall, passing elders in wheelchairs and people with IV tubes stuck in their arms. He himself had received numerous injuries but not to the extent of Yuriy's. Had not Boris been there...

Speak of the devil

The gray haired falcon was coming up the hall furiously muttering about the shirt being a size too small. One of the grannies sitting on the bench with a came began raving about kids in their age being proper and prim compared to those in this time line who were absolutely indecent in upholding the dress code.

"Don't say a word," hissed the falcon as he dragged the blond back into their captain's ward.

Ivan looked up as Boris quickly changed from the too small shirt into baggier one of Sergei's.

Sergei raised his eyebrows.

Sighing in resignation Boris sat down on a chair next to Yuriy's bed and raised his hand.

"I found Kai."

Quickly he was bombarded with questions. Logical really, since Kai had been treated at the same hospital before he escaped, the slate haired blader becoming quite the escape artist from all the practices in the Balcov Abbey.

"Where is he?" was the first coherent question to register. The three of Neo Borg turned towards the redhead who had his good eye open and was peering tiredly at them all.

"Yuriy you alright?" Ivan placed a cool hand over his captain's forehead, careful not to knock the face mask off. On second thought, they could probably remove it seeing how Yuriy had rejoined them all in the realm of living.

"I'll go get the doctor, a real one this time." with this Sergei burst out the room. Yuriy eyed the emptiness where the blond had been with a weird look, then turned his gaze back to the wyrm and the falcon fidgeting in their seats. Well, falcon less so than the wyrm, even he was the one who found the lost phoenix.

"I'm waiting..." Yuriy croaked, his throat dry. The redhead tried to lick his lips. Ivan saw the movement but saw no way to help his captain without somehow worsening the situation.

"Found him in a street brawl, he was beating the living crap out of someone. Pity he didn't kill him." Boris shrugged, not wanting to delve into too many details of that incident. If anything Yuriy's glare intensified into a blizzard worthy of Wolfborg's Nova Rog. Bored, Boris continued, "he was admitted this lunatic asylum about half an hour ago suffering from exposure, internal bleeding, and a dislocated shoulder. The time now is 3:47 pm, anything else?"

But before the red wolf could find a smart assed comeback, Sergei dragged in a doctor by the tie around the skinny neck.

-

A few hours later Yuriy was mask free and eating the junk food Ivan had managed to smuggle in, the lumpy hospital food fertilizers for a tree by the door. Though right now, the said tree looked a little sick. Yuriy choked as Boris lost yet again, crashing his car into a telephone pole. The falcon threw the controller down claiming that the wyrm had cheated. The Wyborg blader cheekily replied something but the captain of Neo Borg didn't catch it for the door opened receive a brawny looking male nurse wheeling in a second figure on a stretcher.

'Kai!'

Yuriy's heart sprung to his throat as the second figure was gently placed on the bed a few feet away from them. Defeat at the hands of the navy haired Russian immediately forgotten, Boris lept to his feet, examining the bandaged face of the phoenix wielder as an IV line was placed in the pale wrist, a gap between where the bandaging began and ended.

"Well doesn't he look well..." started Ivan in a hushed sort of voice. The male nurse stated a few guidelines for when the slate haired teen woke up but soon left, leaving all five alone in the small hospital room.

"Let me see him..." spoke up a soft voice. Yuriy had started to get up, putting his shaky feet on the ground before latching on to the bedpost to support himself. Sergei moved towards his captain to assist him better.

The pale blue eyes immediately chilled when the made their way over the wounded phoenix.

"What's going to happen now?" the question caught them all off guard, even Yuriy himself. It wasn't the question they were expecting. Boris expelled a sigh sitting down on the bed and staring out the window in contempt.

"What can happen? That blond kid's battle should be starting by now? Ended? They're going to do the last two the day after tomorrow, probably both by Takao if he can't find a fifth by then." the falcon blader turned towards his leader, "Seriously? This time around, Boris will win. Takao has no idea what he's up against."

"Neither were we..." Yuriy brooded for a while, having been placed conveniently on a chair the others had used when they waited for him to climb out of the temporary coma.

"Yuriy..." spoke Sergei, his voice rumbling forth from his barrel like chest. "Kai had a point in not joining us when we went to take them on."

"But he did soon after didn't he?" Chirped Ivan eying the IV liquid drop from the transparent bag above. "That's why he's here."

"Only because we said that Neo Borg would be the one to take them down."

-

Pale lashes fluttered before revealing burgundy orbs below. Kai had awoken, in pain and very much alive. Though the pain part, he couldn't feel all that much, actually, he couldn't feel much at all. Except the dull pounding behind his skull where the dark blue hair met the white pillow cover. And...

"Sore? Don't worry, that's how I felt when I woke up." mirthless laughter reached his ears. Where was he? All he saw was white abound, like... he quickly closed his eyes in case he saw the dreaded green eyes once more. "You're safe Kai, you're in a hospital. Not even Balcov would attack us directly here."

'Yuriy?'

"Yuriy..." his throat felt dry, like a dry river with dividing fissures from the solar rays.

"That's my name," something padded over him holding up a glass of water. "Don't wear it out." his head was lifted slightly, tilted so he could drink the blessed liquid.

Once his throat felt well enough to go on he asked,

"Ivan? The others?" his head was gently lowered back down the bed but he forced himself upright, almost regretting the decision when light exploded in his eyes leaving him dazed for a few moments.

Yuriy peered at him, almost testing him.

"Business,"

"And you let them go? They're still injured."

"Ivan's with them remember?" Kai growled, flames relighting is eyes once more. "Kai," he was faced with the redhead pressing his lips on to his own. They pulled away, "I missed you." the red wolf sad, almost guilty.

Kai frowned, but said simply

"I missed you too."

The picture of the handsome redhead's face was the one he would keep forever.

-

"Does anyone get the feeling something really bad is going to happen?"

-

Yuriy observed the phoenix blader silently, marveling at the beauty the slate haired teen had been blessed with before turning the train of thought to the matter at hand.

It wasn't just his imagination. Kai was... Kai was afraid. But that was impossible isn't it? The Hiwatari Kai he knew and loved would never... Kai jumped as the nurse opened the door and Yuriy's frown deepened severely. In his palms he cradled Wolfborg and Dranzer MS, a gift perhaps from BBA during the time he had been knocked out.

The nurse left and Kai began to shiver.

"Kai?" said Yuriy softly as to not scare the teen. Kai jumped from his seat anyways, Yuriy sighed.

-

"Let's blade"

"Yuriy, you're just on the way to recovery... what will the doctors think?"

"Does it matter at all? What's wrong with you? You seem... off"

"So do you..."

"Maybe..."

"Yuriy?"

Another kiss,

"We're going to blade since I can't spar with a broken leg."

"Yuriy?"

-

They couldn't find a dish in or near the vicinity of the hospital. Probably thanks to its destructive powers. And so Yuriy improvised and managed to convince the younger Russian to use the hospital fountain as an arena, though Dranzer would be at a disadvantage more so with abundance of water and a blade of old design, Kai was never the one to back down from a challenge.

Dranzer MS blade was still up in their room, Yuriy had his reasons for withholding the metal blade but he was pretty sure he was correct in thinking that at this time Kai wouldn't be able to control the small blade.

"3

2

1

LET IT RIP!"

The match had drawn crowds from all sides. Bored patients eagerly rooting on their favorite blader, anxious doctors, love struck nurses.

Dranzer drew a wide circle around the fountain, avoiding the droplets of water as she zigzagged frivolously led Wolfborg around. Kai was twitching, and occasionally the top jerked to mimic his movements. The redhead captain decided to cut to the chase and suddenly the air around them dropped by several degrees.

Kai's eyes widened, fully realizing what was about to happen, but he was just standing there allowing the attack to happen. Yuriy was there to remedy that, the flames on the phoenix's wings had been extinguished, it was his job to reignite the tiny sparks into a wildfire...

Within the shadows Yuriy's eyes glinted gold...