A/N: Hello, people. Since enough people reviewed, I decided to go ahead and post the next chapter. Here's thanking those who did:
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Here's the next chapter, enjoy!
Warning: Graphic violence this chapter, read on at your own risk
Angry People
Chapter Nine
"Hey, guys. Have any of you seen Tea this morning?" Yugi looked around his usual circle of friends, all of which shook their heads.
"I dunno, she seemed pretty upset about dat Ishizu lady gettin' raped." Joeysaid as he leaned on the brick wall of the school's front end, waiting for classes to begin.
"Yeah, but she's usually the first person here every morning, even when she works." Ryou put in, a tinge of worry in his voice.
"Maybe we should call her house or something." Tristan put in as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Tea's home phone number as quickly as he could.
Tea and Malik sat down on the couch, talking about the recent events that had brought them together in recent days. The report, The attack on Tea, Ishizu's rape. Tea came through it mostly unscathed, but it all had taken a considerable toll on Marik.
"Tea...about earlier, I'm sorry about pulling out the-"
Marik was quieted by a single delicate finger placed on his lips. "It's alright..." Lavender eyes met blue, and the two just sat there for a moment.
Does he feel the same way I do?
Does she think I hate her?
Is he going to kiss me?
If I kiss her, how will she react?
The two sat there for a moment until Marik looked away. "Come with me."
Tea got a little worried for a second as he headed for his room. She nervously entered his bedroom, and was nearly hit in the head with a helmet.
"Huh? What's this for?"
"For our ride...you said you were concerned about my sister, right?" Tea nodded her head. "Well, let's go." She looked confused as he locked the front door and headed to the back exit. He looked over his shoulder and spoke calmly. "Hey, you comming?"
She mumbled something that resembed sure and exited the home with him. When she saw what they would they be riding, she laughed as if it were some cruel joke. "You're joking, RIGHT?"
Marik grinned evily. "Nope."
"Um...there looks like there's only enough room for one of us."
"Not necessarily...you just have to ride piggy-back."
"WHAAAAAAT!"
Marik laughed outright at her reaction, partly because he had figured out that she didn't like motorcycles so much, partly because she was so indignant of having to ride the entire way holding onto him.
"C'mon..."
Marik and Tea had finally arrived into Ishizu's room, surviving several near crashes along the way. When they did arrive, Tea swore an oath that she would NEVER ride on a motorcycle again. When they saw Ishizu, they saw that most of the bandages that had covered her her hands and wrists had been removed.
"Marik, aren't you supposed to be in school?"
"Well, um...yeah."
Ishizu's eyes roamed over Marik with disapproval then shifted to Tea. "You're running around with my delinquent brother, eh? That's a bad idea." Ishizu laughed a little bit as Marik yelled at her in his own defense.
The three sat down together, Ishizu still in her bed, Marik and Tea near the bedside. They talked about everything except the rape...everyone was afraid to bring it up. Marik because he still felt so much anger about not being able to stop it. Tea because she knew that the same thing very well could have happened to her. Ishizu...well, for obvious reasons.
"So...Marik...are you too a couple now?"
Brunette and sandy-blonde alike looked at the young woman as if she had grown a second head.
"HUH! OF COURSE NOT!" They both said at the same time.
Ishizu smiled again. "I don't have to be psycic to see that something is forming between you two."
Tea was blushing profusely, as was Marik. Maybe there was more to what
"Um...I think I'll step outside a second, I'll be waiting outside. I'm glad to see that your feeling better, miss Ishizu..."
"Thank you for visiting, Tea. Tell your brother I said hello."
With that, Tea grabbed her purse exited the hospital room as quickly as she could. When the door was closed, Marik felt a little more comfortable about bringing up the subject.
"Um...when are you going to talk to the detectives again, sister?"
Ishizu's smile faded at the mention of the detectives, those strange men in buisness suits with notepads, jotting down every word she said...asking her to remember the most painful of her relatively young life.
"Later today...will you be here?"
Marik smiled and leaned to kiss his sister on the forehead. "I'll always be here for you, siser."
Ishizu's smile returned, but faded again as she remembered how he had come to the hospital in the first place.
"OWWWW! What was that for?" Marik was holding the back of his head after recieving a surprisingly hard blow from his sister's hand.
"FOR MISSING HALF OF YOUR SCHOOL DAY! IT'S 11:30 ALREADY! GET ON YOUR BIKE AND GET YOURSELF AND TEA UP THERE!"
Marik was a little angry about the blow, but was happy to see that his sister was going back to being her normal self, meaning being his surrogate mother and authority figure. Despite being only four years apart, (he being 17, her being 21) Ishizu was a force to be respected, and feared. He found that out more than once when he had disobeyed her.
"OK! I'm leaving now!" Marik grabbed his helmet and started to head for the door.
"Marik..." The Egyptian stopped in his tracks.
"...I know a good thing when I see it. You should too."
Marik didn't take long to figure out who or what Ishizu was referring to. "Whatever..."
"No...please..." A young man was laying on the ground, his leg bleeding profusely. Around him in the dark alley were six other men, dressed in a mixture of punk/goth and "white power" clothing. They had already been killed. He used whatever strength left in his body to lean himself up against a brick wall...the same brick wall that he and his friends had raped several women on in the past.
A man standingalone, carrying a high-powered rifle, was slowly putting in some more shells. His white hat, covering hismess ofdark brown hair,had a midnight blue sash around it. He wore an everyday buisness suit, navy blue blazer and pants, light blue shirt and black tie. His shoes were black and had become soiled with the blood of his six previous victims.
"I'm sorry kid...butI got orders. My client payed a great deal of money to have you and your boys eliminated." The man checked to see that every thing was in order before he raised the gun...aiming directly for the young man's head.
"p..p..please...I have a daughter...don't kill me...please..."
The man's green eyes were cold, distant. "I'm not paid to dish out sympathy, kid. Just to do my job. Should have thought aboutyour daughter when you did whatever it was to piss off my client.Don't worry...you won't feel a thing."
The last thing that the young thug heard was the sound of the rifle going off and his own screams for help. He fell to the ground, his body limp, joining his companions.
The assassin heard his cell phone go off as he muttered something about his suit needingto go to the cleaners. "Cracker Jack...yes, sir, everything has been taken care of...my men will be here shortly to clean up the mess...very good...I'll meet you at the point tomorrow to pick up the rest of the money...yes sir. Good day."
I wonder, how many of you were expecting that...if so, this soon. As we say goodbye to the "bad guys" I pose this question...Is this killing justified for the things which those seven young men had done? I would like to hear your opinions on the subject. The magic number for an update this time is...drumroll please...70. When my counter hits that, I'll do what I can and give you all an update. Thanks for reading.
BDB...out