I want to apologize because I meant to have this up earlier, but it just slipped my mind to. I thought I had actually, til I noticed that I hadn't sent out any e-mails about it. So here is this part now.
As always, I do not own any of the characters of this story and never
will. :-p
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Koushirou was still searching around for the article that he knew he had probably dropped. He looked and he looked, but he couldn't find a thing. He searched for a pretty good while, until he finally just gave up.
He decided to check his locker and hoping that maybe he had put it there without realizing it. When he stood up, he heard someone shout out, "Stop!!"
The boy turned around slowly to see a guard and a janitor standing at the door of the Comptuer Lab.
"You're under arrest for trespassing and attempted robbery!" the guard shouted.
"What!?!"
"Or is that attempted trespassing and high robbery?" the guard asked in confusion.
The guard looked to be a child himself; about college aged. He had a zit infested face and a cracking voice like he had just hit puberty.
"Now, don't go anyplace!" his voiced cracked. "You are under arrest!"
The janitor, who had run off to get the guard, was sweatdropping at the scene.
"What an idiot," he muttered.
"Hold on now," the guard said as he went through his pockets. "I just have to find those handcuffs."
The guard was pulling everything from out of his pockets: pens, candy wrappers, pencils, and a bunch of other useless things.
"Don't you move now! I have you surrounded."
Koushirou couldn't believe what he was seeing. He didn't even know if he should take the guy seriously or not, but when the guard pulled out a gun, he started to panic. He put his arms up into the air and started to speak very nervously and quickly. One could barely understand him since he was running his words together.
"Nosirit'snotwhatyouthinkIamnotheifIamastudentofthisschool!"
"Sure, that's what they all say!" the guard said as he started to shake his gun at the 14 year old. "Move it pal."
Koushirou continued to plea with the guard, trying to prove his innocence, but the guard just didn't buy it and went back to shaking his gun at Koushirou. The boy felt his heart stop as he saw what had happened next. The gun went off. The young redheaded boy opened his eyes, since when the gun went off, he had closed them. He was wondering why he wasn't in any pain. He then saw the Janitor's look and then looked at the gun.
"What kind of a guard are you!" the janitor yelled. "That's a water gun!"
"Oops, I was playing with my kid brother and we always have water gun fights. He's about eight years old. I guess I took his water pistol by mistake."
The guard laughed nervously as he tossed the useless gun aside.
"How in the world did you even get this job?!?"
Koushirou was wondering the same thing.
"My uncle got me this job!" the boy smiled proudly, his voice cracking more than ever. "He's the Chief of the Odaiba Night Officers Association."
"Why me," the janitor muttered while shaking his head.
"Ooh! I found my handcuffs. I had them on my wrist the entire time. Silly me," he smiled nervously.
"Oh-kay," Koushirou sweat dropped.
"Now, put on these handcuffs, kid."
"Why won't you all listen to me! You didn't read me my rights and I know I have them, you know!"
"I don't have to; besides, I don't remember that long speech."
"Why am I not surprised," both Koushirou and the Janitor muttered.
"You are breaking and entering and that's all I need to know!"
Right at that moment, some more people ran the school to where Koushirou was. It was the real Odaiba Police Force and their guns were real.
"Thank goodness! Some real cops!" the janitor sighed out in relief.
He looked over at the guard who had just tripped over his untied shoelaces trying to cuff Koushirou, which didn't serve any purpose; he ended up handcuffing himself to the computer chair that was right behind Koushirou when he tripped and fell.
"Pathetic," the Janitor said.
"I'm glad he isn't a real cop," Koushirou muttered to himself.
"Freeze," the first cop shouted.
"Don't try anything funny, kid!" the third cop ordered.
"This is the LCPD! You are risking your life! If you do not stop, we will open fire!" the second cop said in English.
Everyone gave the cop a look, minus Koushirou since he was somewhat terrified as of the moment from the 'open fire' statement. His English may have been limited, but Koushirou knew what 'open fire' meant. The cop smiled nervously as everyone stared at him.
"Gomen," he apologized, going back to Japanese. "I have been playing the old American version of Grand Theft Auto III lately since I haven't been able to play that old Vice City version yet."
"Anyway, kid, don't try anything stupid, like running away," the first cop warned.
"Please, I can explain why I am here," Koushirou literally begged them.
"There have been quite a few breakins into schools around this district lately and all of the theives always go for computer and hi tech equipment," the first cop explained. "We have now caught our man...er boy."
"I am telling you, I am not the person you are looking for! I am a student of this school"
"What would a child such as yourself being doing here after school hours?" the third cop asked.
"Let's just book him and take him downtown," the second cop said, anxious to arrest him.
"An excellent suggestion," the janitor agreed. "We'll get to the bottom of this."
"No, please!" he pleaded. "Don't put me in jail!"
"Um...a little help here..." the guard said, waving his arm around, trying to get some attention.
No one noticed him.
"Okay, explain what you are doing here," the first cop asked.
"Do you have to hold those guns so close to me?" Koushirou asked nervously.
"Put them away, guys," the first cop instructed.
The other two cops did as they were instructed and put their guns away and Koushirou put his arms down.
"Okay, now explain."
Koushirou cooperated and explained how he was there looking for his news article for his class project. He even booted up the computer to show them the school's webpage and proved that he was, indeed, a student of the school as well as the Computer Club President. His photo was there and beside his was Miyako's since she was the Computer Club's Vice President.
"I guess his story checks out after all," the second cop said, calming down some.
"But how did he get into the school?" the janitor asked.
"Um, the doors were open?" he laughed nervously, his face turning red.
"Do your parents know that you are here?" the first cop asked.
"Um, yes. Of course they do," he sweat dropped nervously.
Neither one of the adults in the room really believed him. They doubt that any parent would allow their child to literally break into a closed off building.
"We are going to let you go, son, but we don't ever want to catch you on school grounds after hours again without permission!" the third cop told him.
"Yes, sir."
"Just think, you could have been shot by us!" the first cop said.
"I promise to never do it again!" He then bowed. "Gomen nasai!"
"That's good, now we must escort you home, Mr. Izumi," the first cop informed him.
Koushirou got a nervous look on his face. He couldn't let these cops take him home. He would really get it from his parents if they did.
"No, that is not necessary!"
"Actually, it is," the first cop explained. "If we apprehend a child after hours, it is our job to make sure he gets home safely."
"But I rode my bike and I should really get it back and---."
"Nonesense," the third cop interrupted. "We will just put it in the trunk. Now, let's get going."
"But, I really haven't learned my lesson and I feel that jail would be much better than your taking me home, and---"
"Let's go!" the second cop shouted, his patience growing thin.
"Hai," Koushirou frowned.
The cops escorted Koushirou out, but before leaving, they told the janitor to lock up more carefully. He nodded as he shut out the lights and locked the computer lab door.
"Hey...I'm in here...don't forget about me!" the guard shouted out in an annoyingly squeaky pitch.
Nobody noticed. ^^
Koushirou led the cops to where his bike was locked up. He unlocked
it as they loaded it into the squad car. He frowned at the entire
thing. Right now, he would rather the cops take him to jail than
back home to his parents, especially his mother. He realized that,
by his sneaking out, he hadn't accomplished anything. The only thing
he had accomplished was getting himself into more trouble...
****
After their dinner, Mimi went back up to her room to make some return
calls, but she was planning on calling Miyako first. She hadn't really
talked to her in a while and she really didn't know what was going on with
Koushirou lately. She felt that she had the right to know.
Besides, she had promised to let her in on everything that was going on.
It was close to 8:30 when she called the Inoue household, which was answered by Mrs. Inoue.
"Good evening, Mrs. Inoue."
"Hi there, Mimi. How are you?"
"I'm fine, thanks. Is Miyako-chan around?"
"My husband just left a while ago to relieve her of duty. She should be coming back up any moment now."
"Relieve her of duty?"
"She volunteered to watch the mart. It's getting a bit late and I don't want her down there too long."
Right at that moment, an annoyed Miyako entered the Inoue home. She didn't want to stop working, she wanted to stay in the mart to work. She still wanted to be by herself for a while and having her mom and two sisters around wasn't going to help her any.
"Miyako just walked in, I'll go get her."
With that, the middle aged, glasses wearing woman held her hand over the receiver and called her youngest child over. The girl obeyed, reluctantly, and walked over to her mother who was holding the phone.
"Phone call for you."
She handed Miyako the phone who frowned.
"I don't feel like talking right now," the girl said sullenly. "I want to go back to working in the mart."
"You are not going to work into the night by yourself, young lady! I know how much you want your independence and how to be responsible, and adult like, but part of being an adult is knowing when to quit and knowing what your limitations are. A girl your age has no business working in a store, by herself, late at night. Besides, it is a school night. You have to get ready for school tomorrow. I will not have you working until 10:00 at night when we close up!"
"Yes ma'am," she sighed.
"Here, answer it," Mrs. Inoue told her as she handed her the phone.
"Who is it?" Miyako asked, taking the phone.
"Mimi."
The woman smiled at her daughter.
"That should cheer you up. You're always happy to talk with Mimi."
Miyako forced on a smile and nodded in agreement. She wasn't so sure if a call from Mimi would cheer her up or not. Now if it were Hikari, or Sora, or any of her other friends from school, she was pretty sure that it would have.
"Hey," the girl responded slowly.
"Hey Miyako-chan. I'm glad I caught you. I really wanted to talk to you."
"What about?"
The girl on the other end laughed.
"What?"
"Are you serious?" Mimi asked in surprise. "What have you been asking me about a lot lately?"
Miyako remained quiet. She really wasn't in the mood for guessing games.
"Koushirou of course! I did promise you and Sora-san that I would keep you up-to-date with all that we are going through. Sora-san currently knows more than you do now, though."
"So, what's going on with him?"
The older girl had the feeling that something was wrong with Miyako. Her tone sounded somewhat distant and a bit upset.
"Before I start talking about him, how about telling me what's wrong with you."
"There is nothing wrong with me."
"Don't lie. You sound as if you are down about something. Tell me."
"I'm fine, really. I've just been stressed out from all of this school work we have been getting lately, that's all."
She didn't really believe Miyako, but it was obvious that that was as far as Miyako was going to go so she dropped it.
"Did you talk with Izumi-senpai yet?"
"What do you mean?"
"He called over here looking for you."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Any idea why?"
"No, not really," she sighed. "He just said that it was very important that he find you."
"That just doesn't make any sense! Why would he go out of his way to try and get in touch with me and then not be around when I call him?"
"I don't know," she shrugged. "So, what did you call for?"
"Well, I was just hoping to chat for a while and let you in on what's going on with Koushirou..."
"I would chat but I'm kind of tired from running the store."
"Oh, I see. I'll just talk to you later. Maybe tomorrow at school."
"Yeah, maybe..."
"Well, see you."
"Yeah, see ya..."
The glasses wearing girl hanged up the phone as she frowned. Talking to Mimi was a mistake. She just found herself getting more and more jealous of her, even though she didn't realize it.
"That was fast," Mrs. Inoue said. "What did you two talk about?"
"Nothing mom," the girl lied with a forced smile on her face. "She was just asking about a shirt that she lent me. She was wondering if I could give it back."
"Oh, I guess that wouldn't take up much time."
"Well, I'm going to bed."
"But you didn't eat any dinner."
"I ate some snacks while in the store."
"What did your father and me tell you about taking snacks and drinks from the store?!?"
"Not to do it," the girl sighed out since she had been told that a numerous amount of times.
"Exactly, and it's going to come out of your pay!" the woman scolded. "What did you have?"
"A juice pack and a small bag of chips."
"That's not much! You have to eat something else besides that! March right into that kitchen and eat some of the dinner your sister cooked."
"Yes, ma'am."
The girl did as she was instructed and headed to the kitchen to eat leftover dinner.
Afterwards, she headed towards her room that she shared with Chizuru and shut the door. She was still up with Momoe watching television and talking about boy bands.
Miyako just sat in her room and cried. She still didn't understand
what was wrong with her and right now; she really disliked both
Koushirou
and Mimi, but not as she did Koushirou currently...
****
Mr. Izumi had finally made it back home to the not so perfect home
of his with lots of ice cream for his expecting wife. He wasn't sure
if he wanted to enter the apartment or not. The walk was a peaceful
one and it was nice not hearing his wife yelling or acting irritable.
He had a very strong feeling that his wife was going to be arguing and
yelling when he walked in the door.
"Well, here it goes," the man braced himself.
The man opened the front door and walked in. He didn't hear any arguing, so he figured that everything was okay.
"Yoshie, Koushirou...I'm back!"
The man closed the door as he stepped out of his shoes. He decided to go check on his wife and she was sound asleep, with her head layed down on the table that he had left her sitting at when he left.
"I guess all of the waiting around tired her out. I'm sorta glad that she is. She really shouldn't be stressing herself out, especially with her being pregnant..."
He decided to go to the kitchen to put all of the cartons of ice cream away before they melted. After he had done that, he went back to check on Mrs. Izumi who was still asleep at the table.
"Wake up, I'm back," he gently shook her.
The woman moaned a bit and sat up. She rubbed the sleep away from her eyes and stretched her arms. As her vision cleared, she saw that of her husband.
"Hey, dear," Mrs. Izumi yawned.
"I'm surprised you're still sitting here. Want to go to bed? You could use some rest."
The woman was about to take the man up on his offer, until she remembered why she was sitting there to begin with, to talk with Koushirou.
"No!" she said sternly. "I still haven't talked with Koushirou yet!"
The man remained calm and tried his best to reason with his irritable wife once again.
"Why don't we just talk with him in the morning?"
"Because I want to talk with him now!"
"You know, rest is good for those in your condition and it's good for the growing child. You should really relax."
Expecting her to snap at him, she did something totally unexpected. She agreed with him.
"Maybe you are right," she said, yawning once again. "This can wait until in the morning or until after school. I wouldn't want him to go to school, not being able to concentrate."
The man nodded.
"I'm glad you see things my way," he smiled.
The two started to head towards their room to go to bed, until they heard a knock at their front door.
"I wonder who that could be this time of night."
The man shrugged, as he went to the door and asked who it was with Mrs. Izumi right by his side. She was curious too.
"Who is there?" he asked.
"This is Officer Touchika of the Odaiba Police Force, sir."
"The police?" Mrs. Izumi wondered. "Why would they be here?"
"We have your son..."
"What!?!" the two parents said in unison and shock.
They opened the door and sure enough, there stood a semi tall, redheaded 14-year-old boy, with a goofy, nervous, grin on his face with a cop standing right behind him.
"Koushirou!!!" Mrs. Izumi said in dissapointment.
"Um...hi?" the boy sweat dropped nervously.
