I hope this makes sense. Just a bit of canon expansion, should we say? I always wondered about what happened after they battled, and why Enrique wasn't blading in G-Rev.

Now, Enrique saw why Oliver had rung him up at an ungodly hour in the morning and said ominously, "You might not want read the newspapers tomorrow, mon ami."

There was excellent news written there; the defeat of those cheating bastards the Barthez Battalions at last. About time. The sheer cheek of deceit in a beybattle!

But threaded throughout that happy news was a darker theme; reiterating the fate of Mathilda's bit-beast, Pierce Hedgehog, thanks to her kamikaze move against Daichi the previous round. Enrique hadn't liked the story the first time the media seized upon it as something usefully scandalous, and he didn't like it any more the second time around.

She'd killed her bit-beast, they snarled in hastily mocked-up outrage. How could she?

Yes, Enrique thought bitterly, that was the point. How could she? Not in some moralistic type of way, but literally, how? It made no sense. The newspaper appeared to have conveniently bypassed the fact, in black and white in their own article, Mathilda used Pierce Hedgehog in her final match against Raul.

Definitely not dead! Idiotic story-seeking rats. There was no way to kill a bit-beast.

A faint clink of metal twitching against metal made him look up from the table and peer down the hallway in an automatic reaction. The door at the end was as tightly closed as ever.

The door was lined with steel. It had no handle and no keyhole; it locked via a series of sliding bolts that had since been welded to the rest of the door. (His parents didn't know about that. Johnny had grumbled enough to break his ear drums, but had eventually done it). The hinges and the wall around it were strengthened likewise. Behind the door, down a flight of steps, there was a cage, chained tightly to the wall by all four corners. In the cage was a big metal safe. Like a Russian doll, this safe contained steadily smaller boxes, all the way down to one no smaller than Enrique's fist.

It had once held a beyblade before he had ground that to powder; now it held a cracked bit-chip. The lids had been slammed down directly after Enrique had cracked the chip in half, and the yellow light that spewed forth had blinded and terrified him but nothing more had happened.

Amphilion had never forgiven him, you see. Had gone after him many more times after that first attack when they were against Tyson, two years ago.

But this worked. The room had worked for nearly six months now, and if he had all three emergency services on red alert at all times after what had happened before, well, he didn't mind. This prison would hold it, he was sure. He had even managed an average of three, four hours' sleep since it was set up. And if sometimes he slept next to the door, just to be sure nothing was happening, and if on those nights 'sleep' just became obsessive checking and staring and crying, then never mind.

Pah. Pierce Hedgehog couldn't have died even if Mathilda hadn't used him again. He knew breaking the 'blade didn't do a thing. Breaking the bit-chip didn't seem to have done anything, either.

No, if there was a way to kill a bit-beast, Enrique would find it, or else one day his gibbering nightmares would come true and Amphilion would wreak its revenge.

Ok, so, horror's not my forte. But let me know what you think anyway. :)

Thanks for reading,

xMhax