Chapter 4: The Ambush

Tsukasa eyed the change on the floor dumbfoundedly, as if he was still transfixed with the brawl this morning at the Tokyo National Bank. The afternoon sun was beaming against the back of his neck as he was crouched down on the steps of Eitoku. Already befuddled that almost half of his paycheck from the dango shop was sliced off from taxes, he tried to cash his hard earned money and maybe open a credit card.

"I'm sorry, sir but your credit is completely shot," the scrawny bank teller tried to explain. "We just cant offer you any accounts at this time, looking at your current credit line…"

"What do you MEAN!? Who shot my credit?! I'll kill whoever did!"

"Umm…what? Look sir, nobody's shooting any--"

"What about my savings?"

"But Sir, it was you who specifically called in the beginning of the week requesting your savings account to be closed…and never have it accessed unless through a special code by—"

Before the teller had time to finish his sentence, Tsukasa pounded blindly and furiously at the glass window with his bare and shaking fists. It was Makino who was manipulating his savings, checking, everything. Couldn't even open a credit card with a few yen to spare. Paycheck money still clenched in one hand.

"I didn't authorize a closing on my account!!" he blurted loudly. "You don't understand…I never beg for anything! I don't beg…" Certainly didn't know how to beg, either. The clueless teller pressed a security button under his cash drawer.

The alarm blared, signaling Tsukasa to run, and run fast.

"Drop the cash! NOW!" ordered security with clubs in the air. Amidst the confusion, Tsukasa decided with his immeasurable logic, to reach into his jacket pocket and show some sort of identification.

"There's been a mistake; I'm the great Doumyoji Tsukasa, folks. I know it's pretty incredible, not everyday do you see someone as great as me in here. No need to panic. Here, let me show you…"

"Look out! He's reaching for a weapon!" The security began to duck to the floor.

Is this really how they treat common people around here? Tsukasa wondered in bewilderment. He fended the two men in blue uniforms off with a swift kick to their groins and made a run for it. He did not want to start another fight before the lynching mob routine in homeroom.

His legs carried him out of the bank, dropping a few yens from his grip.

That Makino….has really driven me over the edge. His fingers fiddled with the coins on the hard concrete steps of Eitoku as thoughts of what had occurred a few hours ago trailed off at the back of his mind. The once almighty one heaved a great sigh as the coins began to shake to the sound of rumbling. Must not admit deafeat, must not admit defeat….

Tsukasa was wearing his Eitoku uniform, for once in his life. The rules were clear. He was no longer to have the same privileges that he was once had. Besides the deafening footsteps of the students who were rushing to attack him, he did think this new sort of action was a big improvement from the ass-kissing classmates and money-hounding girls that he was reduced to face everyday. And as the red slip promised, the usual mob had taken account of Tsukasa's fallen power status and were looking to wreck some havoc in his life.

An egg splatted on his only neck tie and a vein popped on his head quicker than the splatter.

"We're hoping to make some dough," one of his male classmates explained. "Don't take it too personally. We just all have our money placed against you. Tsukasa?"

He stood silently, glaring at the stains on his one and only uniform that he had to survive with for that week. They were forgetting that Tsukasa was trained with martial arts during his childhood for self-defense.

"Tsukasa, say something, you're beginning to scare me," the classmate continued. "Look, if you just surrender to Makino Tsukushi, this torture will be all over. You know she sent us to get you today?"

"Tell her…I am NOT going down that easily!" And with that he roundhouse kicked three students in the jaws, punched a few others in the ribs and landed on his feet.

Suddenly, in the back of Tsukasa , a hand with a cloth reached for his mouth.

!?

Tsukasa inhaled the unpleasant fumes of the hankerchief, and everything went dark…

He was being carried…somewhere. All he could hear in the background was the car door slamming and engine revving in the distance…

Author's note: Sorry guys! It's been a year and a half since I've updated and I'm a tad rusty. I'm still a big time HYD fan. Please stay tuned for what happens to Tsukasa after he gets abducted by Heaven knows who?