Disclaimer: Beyblade, anything associated with it © Takao Aoki -------------------------------- Elisabeth, OC's, Plot and the poem © Me!

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YamikaiemiBlackAngelMartimai: Yes! Lmao, I know. The poll is now over. I just give people more than one chance so if they missed it, and I'm still updating, they can still get a vote in.

Lexi (anon.): Thanks for the comment! I appreciate your point of view. I'll take it into consideration –.O

Silvergirl , someone who cares (anon.) and O.o-GoDsMaCk-c.O: Wow! I'm surprised so many of you want Elisabeth to ...how was it put? "Try out someone new"? Lmao. Tsk tsk. For conflict reasons, it will be taken into consideration as well! (Geez ... am I letting on too much? Hope not...)

And a great thanks to everyone else who reviewed and voted on the last few chapters!

Those people are: Archangel-warrior, Kai's little angel, wacko-Hiwitari, pischules, and questions. I appreciate it!

On with the story. This chapter will be mostly Kai POV. Has it been three weeks? Sorry!

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Kai's POV

I sighed a long sigh. I had never gone this long without talking to Elisabeth for as long as I'd known her. Second is the time she passed out at the warehouse. What a nightmare.

- Flashback-

She looked down while her hair hid her face. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. "Three years." She squeaked out the answer painfully. "Three years until they found me." She couldn't remember it being that long.

"Were you alone?"

"...Yeah." She answered the question with tears rolling down her cheeks.

I put a hand on her shoulder, she winced and I left. It didn't feel right to stay. As soon as I walked out the door she fell to her knees with her head in her hands. Her sobs consumed her as she cried like she had when her father had died. Not that I could see any of this.

::A::

I walked out looking pissed.

'I cant believe I was that stupid!' I though to myself.

:Yeah well, When you need to know, you need to know: Dranzer offered.

'Stay out of this Dranzer. I was a total ass and you know it.'

:Yeah, I knew that part. But she doesn't think so.:

'And how do you know this?'

:I was talking to Drydzia. She's really upset.:

'Can you even do that? And why is she upset?'

: 1: Yes I can and 2: She hasn't seen Elisabeth cry like this since her dad died.:

I smacked my forehead and stopped walking.

'I'm such an idiot.'

Dranzer was gone.

'What am I going to do?' I asked myself.

::A::

Just outside the industrial strength metal doors of the warehouse, I could hear her sobbing distress. I winced and pushed the heavy door open, with the vivid recollection of how strident the creaking sound was. The sound of weeping deepened as I approached. I remember faintly the echo of the Blade Sharks' and my own beyblade clashing. The sound of raw metal was ringing in my ears. I shook my head, trying to omit the memory of my former team.

She door slammed shut behind me. I walked to the wall where Elisabeth sat pressed against herself and I embraced her. She had melted into me, needing to cry for so long. She sank into myself and gave herself up to me. She was motionless. I paused momentarily. Looking down at her, releasing her a little, she sank to the floor. She was no longer holding up her own weight. I was. She passed out!

-End Flashback-

I groaned. It seemed like forever ago that she was in my arms, safely hidden from Boris. At least, she was most of the time. The time was passing so slowly without her.

I looked around the room, spotting the television there. I remembered the many nights we watched movies together and how she was trying, in vain, to find something worth watching just before we went to the arcade.

The arcade...

end Kai's POV

::A::

Elisabeth POV

"Elisabeth! Snap out of it!"

I heard T'atiana snap at me, "Pay attention! You're blade isn't doing to good with you currently residing on other planets. What the hell is wrong with you?"

My eyes snapped to the blade .... My blade? ... battling Brian. The titanium shell of the attack ring was holding up okay, but it wouldn't be for much longer. The careful crafting of Max's father would be for nothing.

Bryan had a slight smirk, slight grimace spread across his face. At that moment, I hated the smirk. I hated him for being an ass and for liking me. I hated him for everyone he had ever hurt, like Rei and the Bladebreakers. I hated him for being a player and most of all, I hated him for what he was doing, and helping me do to Kai.

My crimson eyes must have been dancing with fire, because I can't name anything else that would make Bryan's face like it was now. Shocked, confused and oddly impressed, were the feelings he showed through that stupid mask. The same stupid, seducing, uber hot mask that had been pursuing me since the day at the arcade.

Drydzia knew how I felt. I knew she missed my being with Kai and being happy, but I also know she thrived on the hate I felt for Bryan. It helped her beat him.

The daze followed me back to my room. Back to my desk where I opened my notebook and pulled out a pen. Back to the pages, where I wrote and wrote. I wrote on and on, and came up with this:

'Here lie the fallen, the bleeding, the broken.

Here lie the defeated, the poor and the ill.

Here they are, and you stand staring.

Here they are, and you stand laughing.

In spite of their pain, they will stand and fight you.

They will win, because they are great on the inside.

They will win, because you are a coward.

You do not see the true strength they possess.

So here lie the fallen, the bleeding, and the broken.

Here lie the defeated, the poor and the ill.

And what will you do about it?

Absolutely nothing.

What will they do about it?

They will be united.

They will be victorious.

Then you will be ruined.

And they will feel nothing for you.

They will have you broken.

They will have you.'

I stared in astonishment as I reread the page. My eyes were wide. Was this about Bryan? ...Voltaire? ...me? Who?

I leaned back in my chair, my mouth a gaping hole. I finally closed my mouth when a knock on the door stirred me.

"Just a sec," I replied, quickly scribbling the title, 'Breaking You' on the top of the page.

I shuffled over to the door with a sigh and opened it slowly. Evan stood at the door with Amelia and ...Kai.

I stood in surprised silence.

Evan smiled sadly and took my hand. Amelia looked frustrated. For the first time since the arcade, I noticed her hair. It had been bobbed off, longer in the front then the back. She had dyed it black and replaced the purple streaks with orange-red ones. My jaw dropped in amazement.

She knew what I was looking at. "I'll explain later. We found him," She gestured towards Kai, "Wandering around the hallways being all 'dark and broody'. Now you guys are going to make up soon. We all know you're meant for each other."

I opened my mouth in protest. Evan scowled at me and put a finger to my chin, shutting me up.

"I don't want to hear it, girl. I've only known you for a day and I know you guys are both hurting." She commented.

Amelia started again, "You guys are staying in here until you make up. Or until we come in and get you. We're intervening, 'cause this just isn't right."

She took Kai's hand. Evan took mine and lead me back into the room. Amelia took Kai and dragged him in after me. He didn't seem happy about it. Even so, it didn't seem like anger. It seemed like remorse and ...pain.

She pushed Kai onto the plush beds of the higher-class dorm rooms. Evan pushed me as well. I fell back, bouncing and hitting my head on the wall.

I clutched my head in pain and heard the door close. I heard the brief –click- of the lock and knew we were stuck here.

I sat up and opened my eyes.

Kai was leaning, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

I felt horribly like apologizing to him, but I didn't know why.

We sat in silence for five minutes before I pulled my knees to my chest and leaned into them, missing thr way Kai used to hold me when I felt like this.

"So," he started. He stood and walked over to the desk. I realised that he was reading from my notebook.

"So," I agreed.

This was going to take a while.

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What do you guys think? I'm so sorry that took so long. I got back into the habit and then something bad happened. I'm back in, at least for a while, and will be updating as soon as possible. I just couldn't help but leave you guys a cliffie. It was too much to resist. I'll tell you guys about Amelia later.

Oh! And the poem. That was something I wrote not long ago. It started after I reread the last chapter. I don't know why. I'm going to use it for English class later on, I guess. It just fit so well. She finds out later who she associates it to.

Review, tell me what you think! And please, don't hold back comments about the poetry. I'd like to know what I can do to improve it. Thanks, and Happy Halloween!