Shadu: Welp, here's another chapter with everyone's favorite sword-weilding street kid. But wait, if he's as old as Kaiba, shouldn't his correct title be sword-weilding street teen?
Hokage & Ish: ::ponders::
Hokage: It would, wouldn't it?
Ish: Whywoulditbe?
Hokage: Because he's no longer a kid. Therefore, he can't be called a street kid.
Ish: But, isn't street kid a general term.
Shadu: Yes, but not really correct.
Ish: ::is confused:: I don't understand.
Hokage & Shadu: ::smacks forehead::
Shadu: Just forget it.
Ch. 4
Examination
I saw black. I looked up. Zentar had his sword out and had stopped yet another pipe from hitting me. He used his sword to push the bully, and his pipe away. Then, Zentar went in for the strike. Zentar moved fast, almost too fast for my eyes, and struck each of the six punks. He landed in front of me, again. The bullies looked at each other, then rushed towards Zentar. But they never reached him. Before the even got close to Zentar, their arms split open and they cried out in pain, running away from the scene, holding the bleeding area of their bodies. Zentar stood only a few seconds more before collapsing onto the ground. I rushed forward and caught him before he hit the ground. I pulled him over to the wall and propped him up on it. I sat down beside him, trying to get my bearings before continuing.
I looked over at Zentar in concern. It looked like his wound had reopened. It was beginning to bleed again. Being on his right side, I could see the wound easily. I wanted to help him now. I didn't know if he'd be able to hold on until tomorrow.
"Zentar, take off your shirts," I requested.
Zentar opened his eyes and looked at me with a look that asked what in the devil did I think I was doing.
"Please, trust me," I pleaded. "I only want to help you."
Something clicked inside his head; I could see it in his eyes. Slowly, with great pain, he took off his two shirts and allowed me to examine his shoulder.
The area around the injury had become red and had started to swell a little. I was right; it had begun to bleed again. I reached up with a hesitant hand to touch it. Zentar pulled away when I did, wincing in pain.
"Please, sit still," I told him.
He glared at me again, but he didn't move. I tried again. I reached my hand up to gently touch the injury, and he sat still, even through the pain. It was swollen up a little around the bullet, and the swollen area had become a little feverish. I knew I had to get the bullet out soon. It was already starting to infect his body. This couldn't wait until tomorrow. But maybe it could wait until I could go to Joey's and come back.
"Zentar, I'm going to go to my brother's house and get a few things, you stay here, I'll be back," I told him.
"No, if you want to help me, meet me back at my box," he stated, standing up with effort.
"Fine, I'll be back in ten minutes," I nodded.
I watched as he staggered off back towards his home. I then turned my own way and ran to Joey's apartment. I had to hurry. Time was of the essence.
I actually made it to Joey's in due time. I had to act as though there was nothing wrong. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I waited for an answer; instead I saw the door open and Joey poke his head out, blanket wrapped around his body. He gave a warm, but tired smile.
"Hey sis," he greeted, his voice barely higher than a whisper.
"Joey! What are you doing out of bed?!" I asked sternly, pushing him back through the door and back to the couch.
"Aww sis, you worry too much," Joey complained.
He gave a couple of loud coughs and then looked back at me. I sighed. He never liked being down, that was a known fact. He'd rather be up and about than sleeping in bed, unless it was his idea.
"I'm fine sis, I feel a lot better," Joey stated, smiling at me.
I raised my hand and pressed it against his forehead. His fever was still high. It had come down a little, but not enough.
"You still have a fever Joey," I told him. "You need to stay in bed until it goes away."
"Awww," he whimpered as he gave his pathetic puppy dog eyes.
"Joey, I'm serious," I scolded.
"Alright, okay," he backed off, raising his hands.
"Now, do you need anything?" I questioned.
"Nah, I'm good for now," Joey answered. "Doin' good thanks to you and Yugi and Mrs. Jarks, and Mai," he added.
"Well, I'm happy to hear that," I smiled. "I've gotta go, I have a ton of homework. Oh, by the way, do you have any tweezers?"
"Tweezers? Uh, yeah, in the bathroom," Joey replied while trying to suppress a coughing fit.
I walked into the bathroom and looked in the medicine cabinet just as Joey went into another coughing fit. I carefully put the tweezers in my backpack and went back to the living room just as Joey was lying down.
"See you tomorrow Joey, and be sure to get some sleep," I stated unnecessarily.
"I'll try," Joey nodded.
I smiled as I left. But then, the smile left as I remembered the task at hand. That was to help Zentar. I went off back towards his box, hoping to see black once again.
Shadu: Man, gotta go to bed. I really shouldn't write on school nights.
Hokage: You got that right.
Shadu: I think I like Zentar better than Joey. Both being street kids you know. Or street teens.
Hokage: I hope you like Zentar better, you created him. And Ish is still pondering the street teen thing.
Ish: WHATTHEHECKAREYOUTWOTALKINGABOUT?WHATARESTREETTEENS?!?!
Hokage & Shadu: ::smacks forehead::
Shadu: Well, please review, and see you next chapter.
Hokage: this was written last night, by the way.
