Hey, this is the next chapter. and it took me less than three months to whrite it. Yay. Personally, I think this chapter is a bit boring, but i wanted it in my story so I'm posting it anyway. I'll maybe change it in something better someday. Also, I've updated chapter seven (I know how to do that now ;-) ) It had some mistakes in it that had to be changed.

Tenma lay on a stone table, his arms and legs bound at the table with only his boxers on. And he'd been lying on this table for three days now. Three days, because he hadn't given in yet. Yet, because he knew it was only a matter of time. Because lying on a stone table wasn't so bad. No, he could lie there for the rest of his life if it meant keeping everyone save. It were the other things they did to him, while he was lying on that table. Things he didn't even think possible. But they were real. And they hurt. A lot.

"We release you if you submit to us, Tenma." A cold voice said. A female cold voice. She was standing by Tenma's head. Just out of sight. She had been there by all his 'sessions', as she would call them. Just ways to persuade him in joining their side, the good side, according to her.

"Never!" Tenma shouted. Or tried to shout. He didn't have much voice left because of the screaming.

She just laughed. Knowing that she would win, in the end. Like she always did. And Tenma knew that. He'd seen a lot of his friends go. Friends who he had trained with. With whom he would try to control their powers. Friends from whom he knew had had just as much love for soccer as he had. They'd suddenly disappear and months later they would turn up again. Totally different. Using soccer like it was just a tool of might, and not a friend. Like it was just something to get what you want. He knew it had happened to his friends and he knew it would happen to him.

And he knew no one would save him. They hadn't saved his friends and they wouldn't save him. far to dangerous. When Tenma was little, he had a friend who was training with him. A Green, Kenta. He was strong for a Green. Really strong. He and Tenma had met at training and instantly became friends. Best friends even. They loved playing soccer together and played every day. They went to all the soccer games they could and always talked about soccer, like there was nothing else in the world. Everything went well. Until the rumours about an extraordinary Green were spread. Jiyū no seshi heard those rumours and went after him. His parents decided it was no longer save and moved to the other side of the country. Tenma and Kenta exchanged letters, but their letters became shorter and they found they didn't have much to say to each other anymore. Eventually the letters stopped. The first time Tenma saw Kenta again was two years later. At the annual reunion of Eiyū-Teki. But not as a friend, but as a member of the Carthaginians, one of Jiyū no seshi's best soccer teams. They invaded the reunion and destroyed everything. Only a few could escape. Tenma had only seen a glimpse of Kenta, but it was enough. His eyes were cold and empty. There was nothing in them. He was just following orders. Just doing what they had told him to do. Tenma was devastated. He hadn't even known Kenta had been kidnapped, let alone became a member of the Carthaginians. It was all a big chock. After that, Tenma wanted to go and save him. To get his friend out of their claws and help him recover. He had asked for help. But no one wanted to help him. They all told him his friend was dead, the person he saw was like a zombie. A walking body with no one inside. Tenma wouldn't believe them, so he decided to save Kenta himself. But then he had to face the next problem. He didn't know where to look for him. Tenma didn't see Kenta after two months after the reunion. Jiyū no seshi had found out that there was a Blue hiding in his town and were after him. And they found him. It ended with Tenma being in a dark alley with only Kenta closing him in.

"Kenta, please." Tenma begged. "We're friends."

"Be quiet Blue." Kenta had said. "They will be here soon."

Kenta had called him Blue, like he didn't even know his name.

"Please, doesn't our friendship mean anything to you?"

"Friendship? I don't even know you." Kenta had said. And Tenma had wanted to believe he was lying. To believe he was just pretending. But Tenma knew it was the truth. There was not a bit of recognition in Kenta's eyes. Nothing. And it hurt Tenma, who then realized their friendship was really over. That there was nothing of it left to restore. Kenta was lost and there was nothing he could do.

In the end, Tenma was saved. Jiyū no seshi hadn't laid hands on him and he had escaped. After the whole incident it was decided Tenma was no longer save in his hometown and went living with Aki. The first days he would cry. Grieving about his friends and realizing how horrible it all was. Realizing why it was no use to save someone captured. Because there was just no one to save anymore after they had been kidnapped.

And that was why Tenma knew no one would save him now. Because it would probably to late anyway. And then there would be nothing of Tenma left. No one to save.

But he would delay that moment as long as he could. The moment when he would become nothing. Even if it was just to annoy the women behind him, it would be worth it.

And that's why he had been lying on a stone table for three days now. With broken bones, burn marks, bruises and covered in blood.

He really started to hate that table.