Note: Aaaaanndd…here's another one. Really, I should be doing my Physics report, but…oh well.
PART FOUR
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKIN ABOUT A FUCKIN GUNSHOT? WHAT GUNSHOT DAMNIT?!!"
Dr. Shitsuren looked at the person pinning him to the wall, the entire event from the point of contact still leaving him shocked. The boy looked no more than about 17 or 18, the same age as the victim's brother. He had bright…orange hair and blazing brown…no, amber eyes that regarded him with promises of more violence. The boy was strong. He couldn't tell if it was because he was caught by surprise mixed with the boy's obvious adrenaline rush, or because he just is. All he knows is that his back is continuous throbbing from the impact and the fact that it's still being rubbed against the wall.
The other occupants of the hall looked as surprised as he was, no one still making any move to remove the man holding him by the collar away from him. It wasn't until the victim's brother—Hisou—placed a light hand on the other boy's shoulder did he let the doctor go. "Calm down, Saki. We still don't know what happened. This," he said, motioning at the man in white, trying to straighten his coat and regaining composure, "is Dr. Shitsuren. He's the one checking Houki."
Hisaki eyed the doctor skeptically, not trusting, even for a minute, Houki's life under his hands. Heh, I may be no Aiji, but I know a fuckin incompetent shit when I see one…I hope he fuckin knows what he's doing…
"There you are! What happened?" Another…person arrived, hair disheveled and panting. Behind him, another…person who was apparently in the same state looked at everyone.
Hisou turned at the familiar voice, "Aiji?! What're you doing here?" he looked at the person behind Aiji, "Youshi. Why are you here? How'd you know we were here?"
After taking more deep breaths, Aiji straightened up, "I called your house this afternoon, but no one was answering. So, I decided to go there. But when I arrived, no one was home. Then, your neighbor told me you and your mom left earlier, saying something about going to the hospital. What happened?"
Hisou's face reverted to the same concern-worried-sick look
he had before Hisaki arrived, "Houki was in an accident. She was shot."
Youshi's face twisted in a look of anguish, "How is she?"
Hisou looked at him, gratitude written on his face for the concern, "She's still in the emergency room, the doctor's are checking on him."
Aiji went up to the doctor standing at the edge of the group, back against the wall, "Are you the doctor checking on Houki? How is she?"
Dr. Shitsuren, regarded the kid and their other friends, "Well, as I was saying before," he looked pointedly at Hisaki who returned with a defiant stare, "She was shot. The bullet went through her side and through her 7th and 8th ribs. We don't know much yet, since the X-ray hasn't returned yet, but we're afraid it might have punctured her lungs."
Megumi, who finally stopped sobbing minutes earlier and was now nestled in the arms of her husband, let out a loud gasp. Hisou looked at her and his father, his heart breaking at the sight of them like this, he had to be strong, "What do you have to do if…if…it…"
Anrui Shitsuren, MD, resident physician, looked at the shaking boy in front of him, "If that is the case, we might have to operate. We hope the only operation we had to do is to extract the bullet form the body, but—" whatever he was going to say was cut by an announcement on the PA "DR. ANRUI SHITSUREN, OR 3. DR. SHITSUREN, OR 3."
"Well, that's me. I have to go," he was about to turn the corner when he saw the parents. He stopped and placed a gentle hand on the father's shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll do everything in my power to heal your daughter. Just pray and hope for the best," and with that, he left.
The others were left staring at the doctor, was there a flicker of emotion there, or what?
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"What the fuck's takin 'em so damn long?! Does it need a whole fuckin DAY to remove one lousy bullet?!" Hisaki'd been pacing back and forth for almost a whole hour now. They were in the room assigned to Houki. Mr. and Mrs. Migoto were busy preparing the room for Houki's return, Mrs. Migoto letting out little silent sobs. The guys—Hisou, Youshi, Aiji, and Hisaki—in their own little corners of the room, contemplating.
Silence reigned the room for several minutes, everyone too wrapped up in different emotions to talk. Then, Hisou straightened up from his slumped position on the bedside couch, "Aiji, why were you here again?"
Aiji looked up, "Oh yeah. I called you earlier because Youshi needed to talk to you."
Hisou looked from the brown haired boy to the purple-haired one sitting by the window, "What'd you need me for?" he asked, in a tone as gentle as he can muster.
"I-I was wondering what the homework was in Math. But, don't worry, it's okay…" Youshi said, glancing at Hisou before looking outside again.
Then, the door opened, 2 police officers walked in. every head turned to them, "Yes?"
One of them, a tall brown haired man, in his late forties, hair balding at the side, regarded everyone with an emotionless look, "I'm Officer Perez, and this is Officer Burton. We were investigating the accident that happened earlier on the corner of Oak and Palm. The one which involved a Houki Migoto." He looked at the two eldest in the room, "Are you parents?"
Mr. Migoto nodded. Perez continued, "We just caught the guy who shot your daughter, would you mind coming down to the station for a while?"
Seeing the obvious shaking of his father and the his mother's weakness, Hisou stepped up, "I'm Houki's brother, can I just come down instead of my parents?"
Perez looked to Burton, then the parents, "If your parents don't mind."
He looked at his parents and smiled at them, "I'll do it. You should be here for when Houki arrives."
Mr. Migoto smiled back and nodded. Hisou grabbed his coat from the bed and walked to the officers. At the same moment, Hisaki, Aiji and Youshi all grabbed their coats and headed for the door as well. Hisou looked at them and smiled, when he turned to see the look of puzzlement on the two officers' face, he smiled, "It's okay, they're my friends and Houki's. Can they come?"
Burton shrugged, "Sure, the more the merrier."
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The first thing they saw when they entered the station was a man almost wreaking havoc at the desk, they looked to each other. "Nah, dun' worry. Happens all the time." Burton smiled, leading them to another room.
Aiji read the room's door. "Sheriff". He looked back on the episode taking place in front of the desk and shuddered. When he entered the room, he saw a man—the sheriff—sitting behind a brown, cluttered desk, "Close the door, son." He closed the door and moved to sit beside his companions.
The sheriff was reading some papers—reports—that were placed in front of him before looking up at Hisou. "I understand there was an accident that took place around 5 this afternoon, and it involved your sister?"
Hisou nodded, not liking the term the older man used, "involved," it sounded like she was one of the criminals, "Yes, she was the victim."
"Okay, we found the person who shot her. But, I must warn you, you are not to physically assault the person, okay? If you do so, I might just be forced to put you in jail with him. Understand?" he looked at the young man sitting in front of him, then addressed his friends, "and that goes for all of you as well, got it?"
Agreements were grunted. The sheriff got up and addressed the officers from earlier, "I'll take care of this. Thank you officers," to the kids, he signaled, "Okay, come with me. He's in questioning room."
The questioning room was, like those in TV, dark, consisting of one long table, minus the glaring light that was supposed to burn the criminal's skin to admittance. A chair was situated in front of the door, its back to them so they can't see who was being questioned. Aiji elbowed Youshi lightly and whispered, "Why are we here? Aren't we supposed to be in an adjacent room, being spectators to the questioning that taked place?" Youshi looked at him and just shrugged, what the hell the does know about the proper procedures? He's new to the U.S. fro God's sake.
When they entered the room, Hisaki's blood began to boil, and only Hisou's hand on his arm was stopping him from breaking the guy's neck and shoving it up his ass. As they were approaching, he saw a familiar shade of blue hair…no, it's…
"YOU?! YOU FUCKIN PIECE'O SHIT! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HOUKI?!?! I'M GONNA FUCKIN…"
AN: A-ha! Who's the guy? Ya have any ideas? I'm actually getting a hang of letting Hisaki have the last word every chapter…makes for a dramatic ending, don'tcha think? hehe