One Last Chance
By: LanaPanther
Disclaimer: This is the LAST time I'm putting this up. I don't own it.
Warnings: Violence and other things I wouldn't want my mother to read. -_-;
::Chapter Six::
::Protective::
The four people in the apartment were staring at the door where Genrou had last been long after she had left. "What did she mean 'fry'? And what's with the fan?" Chiri finally asked, breaking the silence.
"Aw, Genrou didn't mean nothing by it. She's just gonna go get a drink." Kouji lied quickly, reassuring the already shaken girl.
Tasuki suddenly swore as loud as he could, and grabbed his tessan, telling Chichiri to stay with the two girls.
"Huh? Why, no da?" Chichiri asked, confused.
"If they die, WE die, remember?!" Tasuki hissed. Chichiri paled, realizing he was talking about Genrou going off to fight a gang on her own, and what might happen.
"Hurry!" Chichiri rasped out, and jumped up, crossing the room in a few leaps along with Tasuki and watching him dash down the stairs and out the door.
"Who are YOU guys, what are you doing here?" Kouji asked Chiri and Chichiri, looking confused.
"Long story, ya know." Chiri said, laughing nervously, and rubbing the back of her neck.
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Genrou ran siftly and silently down the back streets towards the hangout for all of those weed inhaling yaros. Her eyes were narrowed into slits of rage, her mind focused on her anger so much she didn't even hear the quick footsteps behind her. She must have realized it somewhere in the back of her mind, however, because she suddenly put on a burst of speed, weaving through the alleys with the practiced ease of one who had walked them since childhood, and arrived at her destination.
"Well, look who's come to us for a visit." a man said, turning when he heard Genrou's growl.
"You freakin' yaro." Genrou snarled, her eyes murderous and unforgiving.
"Hey Gen-chan." a girl behind the man suddenly purred stepping forward.
"Stay away from 'er." Tasuki suddenly said, stepping out of the same shadows Genrou had just emerged from.
"Who are YOU?" the man said suspiciously. Genrou looked back at him equally suspiciously.
"Who me? Just a concerned citizen." Tasuki smirked, flashing his fangs and tessan. All of the other people but him and his reincarnation suddenly froze, and looked between the two, eyes widening.
"What the jigoku! There are TWO of her?!" the girl cried, then suddenly smirked, saying, "Oh well, the girl is still hotter."
"Freakin' Lesbo." Genrou growled under her breath, shuddering.
Tasuki's eyes narrowed, and he said lowely, "You wouldn't be planning on hurting this girl here, now would cha?"
"What do YOU care?" Genrou growled softly out of the corner of her mouth, not turning her back on the other gang. Her question was soon echoed by the others.
Tasuki smirked, and got in a fighting stance, saying, "Let's just say m' boss gave me strict orders not to let anything happen to 'er."
By: LanaPanther
Disclaimer: This is the LAST time I'm putting this up. I don't own it.
Warnings: Violence and other things I wouldn't want my mother to read. -_-;
::Chapter Six::
::Protective::
The four people in the apartment were staring at the door where Genrou had last been long after she had left. "What did she mean 'fry'? And what's with the fan?" Chiri finally asked, breaking the silence.
"Aw, Genrou didn't mean nothing by it. She's just gonna go get a drink." Kouji lied quickly, reassuring the already shaken girl.
Tasuki suddenly swore as loud as he could, and grabbed his tessan, telling Chichiri to stay with the two girls.
"Huh? Why, no da?" Chichiri asked, confused.
"If they die, WE die, remember?!" Tasuki hissed. Chichiri paled, realizing he was talking about Genrou going off to fight a gang on her own, and what might happen.
"Hurry!" Chichiri rasped out, and jumped up, crossing the room in a few leaps along with Tasuki and watching him dash down the stairs and out the door.
"Who are YOU guys, what are you doing here?" Kouji asked Chiri and Chichiri, looking confused.
"Long story, ya know." Chiri said, laughing nervously, and rubbing the back of her neck.
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Genrou ran siftly and silently down the back streets towards the hangout for all of those weed inhaling yaros. Her eyes were narrowed into slits of rage, her mind focused on her anger so much she didn't even hear the quick footsteps behind her. She must have realized it somewhere in the back of her mind, however, because she suddenly put on a burst of speed, weaving through the alleys with the practiced ease of one who had walked them since childhood, and arrived at her destination.
"Well, look who's come to us for a visit." a man said, turning when he heard Genrou's growl.
"You freakin' yaro." Genrou snarled, her eyes murderous and unforgiving.
"Hey Gen-chan." a girl behind the man suddenly purred stepping forward.
"Stay away from 'er." Tasuki suddenly said, stepping out of the same shadows Genrou had just emerged from.
"Who are YOU?" the man said suspiciously. Genrou looked back at him equally suspiciously.
"Who me? Just a concerned citizen." Tasuki smirked, flashing his fangs and tessan. All of the other people but him and his reincarnation suddenly froze, and looked between the two, eyes widening.
"What the jigoku! There are TWO of her?!" the girl cried, then suddenly smirked, saying, "Oh well, the girl is still hotter."
"Freakin' Lesbo." Genrou growled under her breath, shuddering.
Tasuki's eyes narrowed, and he said lowely, "You wouldn't be planning on hurting this girl here, now would cha?"
"What do YOU care?" Genrou growled softly out of the corner of her mouth, not turning her back on the other gang. Her question was soon echoed by the others.
Tasuki smirked, and got in a fighting stance, saying, "Let's just say m' boss gave me strict orders not to let anything happen to 'er."