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The Homicidal Maniac

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Chapter Seven: Worsened

Mimi

Yamato sure ran fast. I don't know why he got so angry, I was only trying to help...the others were close behind me, all in pursuit of our distracted friend. The funeral had been depressing, I had never been to one before...Takeru being packed away in a very ugly box for the rest of eternity...I didn't like the idea.

I had been trying to tell Matt that everything would be alright, and that the world was not going to end. That's what friends are supposed to do right? But he got all angry, saying that things were never going to be the same and such. I suppose he's right, about things not going to be the same. How could it be if you had just lost your brother? But why did he have to be all defensive? We had argued. Not a good time to argue, at a funeral...

Yamato had also been pissed off at the fact that TK was being packed away in a box. He had been raving as well, before I started trying to calm him down, he was ranting under his breath,...but it was pretty loud. I didn't hear everything, but he was muttering things like; "Revenge,...kill...bastard..." and stuff.

I couldn't run anymore, I was out of breath. I slowed and stopped, trying to catch my breath. I was not made for this kind of exercise. Taichi ran past me,.....then Izzy. Sora stopped beside me briefly, also catching her breath. "What...happened....Mimi?" he asked me. I shook my head, "I was trying to be helpful! I was telling Matt that everything was going to be ok and all...what was I //supposed// to do?! He was cursing under his breath!" I told her. "Damn..I knew he'd be like this..." then Sora took off again.

I still couldn't run, my sides hurt and I was sweating. Such a nasty feeling, sweat. I decided to rest a bit longer. Jyou ran by, then stopped a few yards ahead. "Damn, they run fast!" he exclaimed. "What in the world is up with Yamato!?" I repeated what I had told Sora. "Geez, Matt and his stupid temper problems...could save me a lot of trouble..." Joe walked back over to me, "We ain't gonna help much by chasin' him, we ain't eva gonna catch him. Especially us non-atheletic people." he said.

"We could go back and see if the parents have freaked out..." he said. "Can we walk?" He laughed and nodded, we started to walk back towards the funeral spot. The fields seemed endless, gravestones everywhere. I had just noticed, earlier in the rush to follow Yamato, I hadn't noticed all the grey stones everywhere. It freaked me out. Dead people.

Maybe three minutes passed when we spotted Kari running in our direction. She came to a halt, panting, in front of us. "Where'd....everyone...go!?" she asked. "They went after Yamato, we can't run, so we figured we'd go back..." I said. "The parents are all freaked out, some of them are following us, but they can't move fast." Hikari informed us. "I figured." Jyou said.

"Well,...I don't know what I would do if we caught Yamato-san, so I might as well go back with you guys..." Tai's little sister said to us. We nodded and continued back. The rows and rows of gravestones went by, faded names ingraved. I shuddered, so many dead people...how did they all die? Like Takeru? Hopefully not....that would have been paintful..

We met the parents within a few minutes. Mr. and Mrs. Kamiya hugged Hikari and asked where the others had gone. She replied that Matt had freaked out and they went after him. Mr. Ishida and Ms. Takaishi looked particularly worried. I didn't blame them.

"Did you finish the funeral without us?" Jyou asked. Sora's mother, Mrs.Takenouchi said; "Yes, they buried poor Takeru and set the gravestone. Would you like to go back and look?" I nodded. So did Hikari, who's tears returned to her. "I have to get back home,...lots of homework..." Joe said, the parents nodded absently and he was off. Yamato's parents decided to keep going to find their other son.

TK's gravestone was grey rock, the edges were rough and cheap looking. Takeru's insurance must've really sucked. The ingravement to the stone was a little better; "Takeru Takaishi, beloved son and friend of many. May the angels carry you forever." I sniffed, it made it seem Takeru had been gone for years, instead of just days. I went home, totally depressed.

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I plopped down in front of the TV and reached for the remote when the phone rang. I picked it up, "Hello?" "Mimi?" a familiar voice asked. "This is she." I replied, "Who's this?" The voice on the other end seemed nervous; "This is Koushirou, just to let you know, we found Yamato...but he's even worse than he was." he said. I shivered, 'worse than he was' is pretty bad. "How is he?" I asked.

"He was by the edge of town and he--" a sudden crash of thunder and flash of lightning disconncected the phone. I sat up straight in my seat; "Koushirou? Izzy? Are you still there?" Dead line. My parents were out of town that week and I was alone. The sudden news wasn't exactly pleasent. I was glad they found Matt, but if he was worse than he had been....then how was he? He seemed to be on the edge of sanity before....I placed the phone back on the reciever and went to my room, the empty house seemed very creepy suddenly.

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