OH GAWD , I really need to upadte my stories alot sooner MAN , I'm such A late tush. Well i'm back...After a few months of recovering from theatre. That's the main REASON I was out and now I'M back AGAIN! and this time I will try and complete a chapter each week! YAY i'm finally making a schedule *Snaps for me * Well let's get down to BIZZ!

HINT FOR LATER ON IN CHAPTER: If you're allergic to DEEPromance DON'T read this...when I meant deep romance , I was refrencing to teeny love nothing to seductive xD soemthing like Red light green light lol

OK I NEED TO STOP RAMBLING -

ENJOY!~ =3

Chapter 5 : A Night Full of Dangerouse Situations

" Come on hurry!" the little girl said letting Madoka quikly aid to Ginga and , hang him over her shoulders. The shadow now deemed darker then before getting terribly close to appearing out from the cutian. Madoka raced out of the bathroom just before the Phantom stepped out of the curtian. Hard breaths and overwhelming fear swept over her and the little girl as they ran through the darkened hallway. Not even caring about what was behind them or in front. They both were realeaved when the light casted ahead shining hope to cling to aid and salvation to Ginga's help ...Maybe even a few unanswered questions.

They leaped into the brightness glad to see Hyoma , Kenta and some workers looking concerned and yet overjoyed when there eyes met hers. Madoka layed Ginga on the stadium floor in front of Hyoma. His eye's full of unadmitting sadness.

"Atleast the worst is over" He said crouching beside him. looking up to Madoka with a stable glance...But that's what he thinks Madoka thought leading Hyoma to the sationery infirmiry , having faith in whatever anybody told her...Because that's all she can do...

Later in Hyoma's guest bedroom { HAHA i'm pecific}...

Ginga laid upright in his cot , Thinking deeply of the Phantom occuring thought's and theories flickering in his mind some making him scared some making him sad , All them meshed creating one gigantic picture of deppression. He could scarcly rememeber anything nor where it took him ,what it did to him...He looked at his cuts and sores realizing how much pain he was in. Soring deep into how powerless and weak he stood in front of all those people...In front of all those Bladers , He promised he would save them from the Phantoms grasp and dictatorship...But he fell. He went back to that time he saved numerouse lives , Won battlebladers! and won over a stadium from Busujima , If he could'nt successfully take a stadium from the phantom ... all that meant nothing ...nothing at all...

Tears began to drip down his face into the bleach white blanket. Madoka watched from outside the room slowly drifting into the homly space But , Ginga already saw her and greatfully welcomed her in , Drying his tears making it look like he did'nt feel anything at all...Although Madoka knew what lay beneath all this unexpected joy.

"So hows the little girl , Madoka" Ginga said to her as she pulled a wooden chair in front of him.

"Shes' alright...But , are you?" Kenta told Madoka about the last time Ginga held in his personal feelings and mishaps ..And she knew it would turn into nothing but , unrationality and risky actions , Just like the first time he first battled Ryuga , Thinking it would help to destroy rather then build.

Ginga dove right into silence , knowing this disscussion would lead to having a conversation of hurfull memories , And Ginga did'nt want to lead Madoka into more agony then he's already gotten her into.

"Ginga it's alright to talk about how you feel...That's what friends are for" Madoka leaned in on him giving a encouraging wink , Making Ginga pose a quik smile.

"Well...I-just" He stuttered taking a notice to Madoka's face ,...whitch was just a little to close ...Maybe I can steal a kiss? NO NO she's my FRIEND not anything more...Ginga thought blushing and leaning into her face despise what he was thinking. His eye's burrowed into hers making Ginga a little nervouse but , not so much that he'd pull away , becoming aware that he might chicken out he forced a kiss on her. The pressure was sastifying and wet , Even though Ginga was having diffculties holding on to the moment. Madoka was not , Rather she was jumping into joy , relaxed and somewhat confident.

She gripped the back his shirt. Melting into the moment. While Ginga froze and read a stiff look ,Letting Madoka do all the domionant exercises , But surprisly enough letting him move her,To once he layed. She gave him a unsure glance but greatly closed her eyes giving him permission to romance her again. Ginga toke it as a gatway and this time letting all of his male urges take way , Kissing even deeper then they started into. Ginga bit her lip but letting the blood from the cut drip into his mouth , Madoka yipped whitch made Ginga exicted knowing he made some progress in lending pleasure to her. Ginga was now close to fainting not in rememberance of how much he could suceed , Defintly with injuries. He felt sweaty and overcome with feelings of sexual ecstasy, Ginga new he could'nt bear anymore or he would surly give out probably embarrassing himmself and the fact Madoka let him do these things to her. But all this was ...So new and exoctic to him he was only exposed to beyblade ..That's all he ever new not girls , or these types of ...feelings he was expierencing. Madoka caressed his wounds feeling aroused ,When she got ahold of something she did'nt mean to touch , Madoka away hard letting Ginga give a painfull groan. She was aware of his aches and troubles of keeping this moment alive so she decided to give up on furthering any more eroctic made Ginga sit up seeing more of a adventures look then a lustfull one .. realizing how much of a kid Ginga really was... But , not so much on his facial features whitch was extremely to a point of crimson red , and exchausting aroma.

"..uh ..." Ginga stepped off the tiny bed and walked backwards with a nervouse look on his face slowly backing up , But only to trip and barly able to catch himmself. Madoka breathed heavely picking herself up also but only able to wacth ginga nervously walk out of the room.

Ginga closed the door tightly thinking how much of a idiot he was for giving in. He sighed and walked back to the blue marble bathroom , Shutting the door behind him carefully turing on the sink and washing his hands generally. A second later he looked up about to dry his hands...

The phantom stood thier in a reflection ...ready to pounce.

Ok it's 12:20 in the morning now and I REALLY gotta get some sleep so!

i hoped you liked!