Note: ARGH!!!! It's so HOOOOTTTTTT here! We reached 36C today! Anyway, to those who were won'drin why I update so fast (not like you'd care, but I'd tell anyway. So nyehehe) is cuz I've got only one class a day and that, mixed with the fact that I've no semblance of a life to speak of, results in this *points down*. To those who reviewed: Arigato for the kind words (guess where I got THAT? hehe)
Otaku Pitcher…argh…I don't wanna disappoint you, since you're like my only faithful reviewer ^_____^ but…
Kizuato Chuusei—Chichiri (I'd say scar of loyalty, but it's just scar AND loyalty. I was planning on using something with magic, like magic hand, but it's majikkuhando…what the hell kinda name would THAT be?!)
PART FIVE
The sheriff shook his head, and led the group outside of the questioning room. They entered another room adjacent to the one they came from. When the door was shut, he turned to Hisaki, "What did I say about not assaulting him? Do you REALLY wanna spend a night here? Because if so, I can accommodate that!"
Hisaki turned heated eyes to the glass that separated the room they were in from the other one, "Well, shit! He—"
"I don't care what he did. He's already here. Leave the punishing to US." He turned to the others, Hisou especially. He hasn't said a word since they left his office, "Hey, boy. You wanna talk to him or something?"
Aiji looked from the sheriff to Hisou, then back to the sheriff again, "Ah, sheriff, I don't think so. He looks like his planning ways to kill the guy already."
Youshi snickered, but suddenly realized how inappropriate it was, cut it off and looked at everyone before finally turning to the sheriff, "How did he…?"
"Shoot her? Well, from the reports, she and her friends were going for a ride, prolly going home, when he and his gang spotted them. From what that guy there says, her friend has something to settle with his friend."
Hisaki looked appalled, "So they just fuckin started on a goddamn shooting rampage, and Houki was oh-so conveniently on the fuckin bullet's pathway?!"
The sheriff looked at him, "No. she wasn't 'oh-so conveniently on the fuckin bullet's pathway' and just so you know, he" he motioned toward the guy, "wasn't really the one who did the shooting."
Youshi looked confused, as did everyone else, except for Hisou who still looked as unemotional as ever, "I don't get it, if he wasn't the one who shot her, why is he the one being questioned?"
The sheriff heaved a sigh, "His friend was the one who shot your friend, he was just there. In fact, he was the one who took her to the hospital and called you." He said pointing at Hisou.
"Sheriff, would'ja stop doing those fuckin mind games with us and just tell us the whole fuckin truth?!"
Everyone agreed. The sheriff took one last look at the questioning that was taking place before going out and gesturing for the others to follow him. They went back to his office and shot the door. He sat there behind his desk for a while, letting them steam. Then, when he can't take it anymore, guess who spoke up, "WHAT?!"
"Okay, here's what happened. They—your friends—were driving home. I think to the girl's home. Then, at the corner of Oak and Palm, another car stopped them. The driver went out, and was trying to talk to the other driver,"
Aiji, who seemed to be dissecting the story real hard, looked, "Which driver?"
"The driver from…actually, I don't know. This was just told to one of my men by a witness. Anyway, the conversation got heated up, then the girl—your friend—got out of the car and said something about walking home. One of the drivers—I assumed he was that guy's friend—told her not to, the other just asked the other driver to let her go. When the girl was about to walk away, the other driver shot her."
Hisou's jaw clenched. If he saw the guy…
"What about that guy in there? What does he have to do with all this?" Youshi asked.
The sheriff shifted from his seat, tapping a pen on the desk, "When the gun was fired, he went out of the car. The other driver—the one who made the shot—hurriedly went back in the car and got out of there. The girl's friends were supposed to help her—well, at least the driver was—but another friend of theirs got out and dragged the driver in the car and they, too, got out of there. Leaving him to call you, and take the girl to the hospital."
When he finished the story, he looked at everyone in the room. Everyone had different reactions written on their faces, the purple-haired…he squinted at the person…guy…he looked again closely…yep, definitely a guy…was displaying a look of understanding. The brown-haired kid looked stunned at the new knowledge. The flame-haired boiling pot looked more willing to kill than ever. The guy with long brown hair, who he found out earlier was the brother, looked unemotional, too unemotional in fact, it was almost apathetic.
"So, Chuusei out there didn't do any fuckin thing?" Hisaki asked.
The sheriff looked at Hisaki in mild shock, "Chuusei? Son, I never told you his name…do you know him? Is that why you're so mad at him?"
Hisaki huffed, "Yes, I fuckin know that piece of shit. And no, that's not the reason why I'm pissed. I'm pissed cuz he fuckin shot my best friend's sister, or at least that's what ya told us."
The sheriff smiled, this guy could use 12 cusses in an 11-worded sentence and not know it, "Well, I cleared that, didn't I? But that still doesn't explain how—"
He was cut off by the sound of Hisou's chair being scraped across the floor, "He knows that guy because they have the same English class," he said in his deep voice and stood up, starting for the door, "Can we go now?"
The sheriff did nothing but nod.
~*~
They went back to the hospital at around 10 in the evening. Before going back, Hisou and Hisaki dropped off Youshi at the dorm, and Aiji at his house. By the time they got there, Houki was already out of a successful operation.
"AHH! Houki, you idiot! You don't just go waving that damn body of yers in front of a fuckin gun!" Hisaki shouted the moment he and Hisou walked in the room to find Houki there.
Houki made a face, "Yeah, well. Too late. I already learned that on my own, thank you."
While Hisaki practically broke the door down when he entered, Hisou walked in calmly, albeit worried. He shot a look of pure relief to Houki before heading to where his parents sat. He leaned down to his mom to give her a kiss. She looked worse for the wear, but compared to earlier, she looked better. The paleness of her face was gone, but still covered in worry. His dad looked at him, eyes questioning, he just shrugged and went over to Houki, "How are you?" he asked stroking her hair with one hand, the other on her hand.
"I've been better. You look terrible!" Houki said, looking worried.
Hisaki laughed, Hisou, apart from being considered an over-achieving student, was also very conscious about his physical appearance. "Yeah, Hisou, man. What the fuck happened?"
He looked at his sister and his best friend; they always tease him about his concern for his physical appearance. It used to annoy him to no end. After all, what's wrong with that? He just wanted to look pleasing to others, after all. Even if that meant having to shower for 30 minutes twice a day, combing his hair 100 times on all sides, and washing his hands after doing anything. He made a face and stuck out his tongue at them. Truthfully, he was glad that Houki was still there to tease him about his vanity. If anything happened…gods, stop thinking that! Truly, he was glad. He'd never have it any other way.
~*~
The next day was a mess.
Well, to say the least. To Hisou it was a downright tragedy. He was late for class, he forgot to do his homework, he left his money in his other jacket, and halfway to school, his car broke down. And on top of that, this happens.
He was on the way to the lunchroom when he heard his name being called, really softly. When he turned, he could barely see Chuusei's figure from behind a row of lockers, but the blue hair totally gave him away. How many, after all, students are there with light blue hair that goes down to the back? His blood automatically boiled at the sight of him. This was the guy whose friend shot his sister; no one can really blame him at that moment. He immediately resumed walking to the cafeteria for fear that he might do something they'd all regret.
"Hi-Hisou…" Chuusei called again, a little louder this time.
Hisou stopped walking altogether, but still didn't turn around to look at the person calling him. From the periphery of his vision, he could see a figure—tallish, slim—come out of his place from behind the lockers. The guy approached him slowly. He was beginning to wonder if he can still make a dash for it, he's just really not in the mood to talk about what happened, much less to a guy who was involved, from the other party, no less.
Chuusei stopped in front of Hisou, just a few feet away. He couldn't make himself look at the other guy straight in the eyes. He fidgeted for a while, before finally managing to do so. Hisou, on the other hand, was at the verge of socking the guy's face in. "Hi-Hisou…" Chuusei started.
Hisou, still regarding the other with an impersonal glare, looked, if possible, colder. He raised his eyebrows in question. Chuusei continued, "Can I talk to you? In there?" he asked, pointing to an empty room. Hisou set his jaw, looking at the other man squarely, "What will you say that's so important you can't say it right here?"
"I…last night…I wasn't…" Chuusei started. Hisou continued to regard him indifferently, making him uncomfortable, "I didn't know…"
"What, you didn't know it was my sister, so you didn't make any move to stop that bastard from shooting her?" Hisou said hotly.
Chuusei looked appalled, "What? I…no! I…it's…"
"It's what? It was an accident? That guy deliberately shot her! It was no accident. No, don't tell me, you weren't able to come to her rescue right away because you were temporarily paralyzed at the sight of your friend pointing a gun at someone else? You were afraid that if you interfered right away, it could be you that could end up shot?! Is that it?!"
To an onlooker, it looked just like two high school students, arguing over who's cooler, or who's a better quarterback, or even vying for the attention of the school cheerleader. To the two parties involved, it was an issue no normal high school students should be experiencing. It was almost a contest of wills, well; at least it was, in Hisou's case. It was taking almost everything in him to not beat the man standing in front of him to a pulp. He continued staring at Chuusei, with him stuttering like he was and generally looking pathetic altogether, holding the urge to just hit him was taking more than what he expected.
"I…I…look, I didn't know he'd actually shoot her…I…I'm sorry, I really am," Chuusei said, eyes downcast. Hisou looked furiously at him before turning on his heels and continued on to the lunchroom. But, before he can even go any farther, Chuusei held his arm and turned him around. He did, but before the other could say anything else, he took a deep breath, braced himself, and…
…punched Chuusei right on the nose.
AN: Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry! I tried to make Chuusei a nice guy, I did! Anyway, I'll redeem Chichiri's character in future chapters, I swear! Sooooo…whatcha think? Review! C'mon, it's that nice button down there…bottom left…yeeeeeeeesssss…that's it. Now, be nice and click on that…riiiiiiiight. Now…type something nice…okay! Arigato!
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