Hi guys! Here remains the 7th chapter of the most notorious "Outburst". (Ahem ahem...I hope you all forgave me for the last chapter...)

Thanks a lot to Justafan, Cutetyhil, Seafoam Green under Twilight, LadyPeach7, ILoveMyIndia, Sohana Sarkar and Black Witch of autumn for reviewing. Also, bunches of special thanks to Black Witch of autumn for leaving so many reviews and faving+following it! :D

ILoveMyIndia: Yeah dear, but you know, the martyrs never die. They always remain alive in the hearts of the common people. When you'll read this chapter, you'll understand that Tyson actually never died. Brooklyn is also a...*Sighs* Anyways, thank you so much for reviewing and thanks a lot for reviewing CFAH too! :D If you can manage time, please read the last chapter of Kingdom too, you'll be surprised there! :P

Warnings: You already know that :P

-Dedicated to Black Witch of autumn for being the 50th reviewer ;D-

Last night, they, from my body,

Absorbed syringe-syringe blood,

Tying me in the corner of a lonely, bizarre night,

They yelled, "Shut up! Otherwise, you'll get shot!"

Right then, shaking all the world,

Shaking all the forests and the grasses,

A scream, the chaos of the dead people,

Flying, got tossed on my chest.

I…I shivered.

When the poem was being recited by the chocolate-haired girl on the bamboo-made stage, it made the environment as silent as the dead. Only the rolling tears on the cheeks of a few people showed that they didn't breathe their last. Above their heads, ash steams of rain and thunder overcast the blue sky, snatching all the golden beams of sun and confining it successfully within their barriers. By fits and starts, they were roaring, threatening the dwellers of the earth to rip them apart. Despite so many rumbles and light streaks of the thunderbolts, the clouds were failing to shed a single droplet of rain. The people who gathered in the funeral could not understand whether the sky was expressing its grief or anger. Whatever it was, the feelings were mutual.

The ears of the vice-president of the Central Students' union twitched at the shivers of the reciter. Dark circles were evident under his amethyst eyes which were hidden beneath his slate-blue bangs. He bent his head down. He was feeling that someone was ripping the veins of his heart but irony, he couldn't shed a single droplet of tears. Beside him, the hyperactive American was wailing, his shoulders held by the red-haired Russian whose eyes were also red, the dual-haired Spaniard clutching his shoulders. Hugging his girlfriend with one hand, the blue-eyed student was wiping his eyes with another. The girls were sobbing by fits and starts. Only, the orbs of the dual-haired half-Russian were blank. Inside him, a big storm was ravaging everything but the rain couldn't seep on his cheeks.

Mom, you know? I've received my degree,

There's no doubt in it, now, I am free,

But you know? The degree is heavier than boulders,

For carrying it, I…I need four shoulders…

Now, even the university teachers also started weeping, along with other employees and attendants. Miss Kincaid was sneezing, soaking her nose and cheeks. The bald principal inaudibly uttered, "As a university, we failed today. We were supposed to give security and education to our students. Alas, we couldn't give either of them to the pupils. In this age, I-I have seen a fresh innocent live, a fresh flame getting extinguished and failed do anything to save it. Oh Kami, why didn't you take my life instead? Seeing the funeral of the student? What can be tougher for a teacher than it?"

Exhaling deeply, the dual-haired student looked at the open coffin. The navy-haired young man was lying there. Lifeless, motionless, wordless. The polar caps had already knelt down before his skin tone and temperature after the huge blood loss along with the loss of his beautiful bronze complexion. Lips were blue with no sign of life. That day, he wore the formal black suit, with rose on his chest held in his fingerless-glove worn hands. All the holiness of heavens captured his appearance. Kai could remember how he'd had to struggle to make the dead boy wear formal cloths on the occasions of festivals and official seminars. Though he wore them today, the VP couldn't be satisfied. He just deviated his eyes from the ruthless sight, biting his lips and remembering something:

"Again? How many times do I have told you not to wear the torn jeans and this creepy yellow t-shirt in a formal function?"

"Hehehe…sorry, Kai, I've forgotten."

"Hn. If you forget this again, I'll make you clean the whole auditorium. Got it?"

"Ouch...okay, president, okay...I'll keep that in mind."

Let a golden boy like him to be born,

In every family, in every house of Nippon,

This is my hope, this is my language,

One day, I've to leave everything, just because of a ravage…

Kai remembered how miserably the grandfather of the martyred had been weeping. In front of his eyes, he'd lost his whole family. Only his younger grandson had been the flame of his candle in the clogging darkness around him. At last, that blaze had also got extinguished. The heart of the dual-haired was getting wrenched in pain. He felt as if he'd been responsible for the death of the blunette. He was so devastated and speechless that he couldn't feet when his girlfriend came to him, finishing the final recitation and started crying, wrapping one of his arms and posing her cheek there. Tyson had been one of her closest friends too. Only for his inspiration, she could have come out, breaking her shell and blossomed. Now, he was no more.

The priests and other elders delivered speeches but they didn't enter the ears of the slate-haired boy. He didn't know why he was feeling that he'd become a failure all of a sudden. As a student. As a friend. As a leader. As a fighter. When it was announced that the corpse should be taken to the graveyard, he finally fixed himself and approached the casket with heavy footsteps along with Max, Tala and Kane. The chocolate-haired girl kept staring at her boyfriend with painful and sympathetic eyes, not knowing what she could do for him. She was feeling that deep inside, Kai was breaking but so she was. So, there was no way open to her except biting her lips and shedding tears with other girls.

With his friends, he lifted the sealed coffin and put one of its handles on his shoulder, he moved his feet forward. While carrying it, he felt as though he'd been lugging tons of rocks. The navy-haired guy had been chubby but never had been that weighty. From where were those heaves crushing him? Had he closed his eyes once, he could have found them mustering deep in his heart. But he didn't even give it a try, walking amidst the clouds, lowering his head.

This pain, this inflammation,

Can't be taken, they're beyond toleration,

Hands are burning, like holding fire,

Angels, come and free me from this ire,

Which will spring from the repressed grief,

Otherwise, let it make an outburst, let it leave,

This outburst will shush all the sinners,

Now, it's time for us to be the cleaners,

To clean the darkness, to erase the dirt,

From the society, for those broken hearts….

When everything became complete, all the persons left the graveyard, except one. Folding his arms on his chest, he was staring at the indifferent gray sky. The crazy stormy bluster started flirting with his slate bangs wildly but he didn't care. Still, the heave didn't go down from his shoulder. Yellow and white dandelions kept kissing his feet but he didn't have the wish to pluck them. The trees, the epitaphs, the flower bouquets kept on the graves-everything was fading before his eyes. In his heart, someone was rummaging all the feelings and playing with them. How easily a person becomes a memory!

From behind, someone tied him in a tight hug, pressing her cheek there. He felt the slim streams of water soaking his back. Turning, he discovered his chocolate-haired girlfriend. Embracing her shoulders and lifting her chin gently, he wiped her tears. Placing a tender kiss on her forehead, he spoke, "Tears shouldn't be shed for a martyr, Hil."

"I'm not weeping for Tyson, Kai," She exhaled, "I'm crying for the conscience of people which is no more now. Otherwise, this heinous crime in our university…never…"

She again sobbed, unable to complete her words. Patting her head, Kai tried to console her but she didn't stop until her cheeks became swollen and eyes turned bloodshot.

After a while, wiping her cheeks and nose, she demanded, "Kai, can you give me a hug?"

"Why?"

"So that I can understand…." Hilary took a deep breath, "So that I can feel that we'll be together, keeping loving each other, even among the deaths and massacres. No disgraced event can erase the existence of our love, right?"

Nodding, slowly, the VP fastened her in a hug as she pressed her head on his chest, closing her eyes. Enfolding his back in her slender arms, she kept exuding the purest liquid on the earth. He also hid his amethyst pupils under his eyelids, feeling her touches and ethereal presence in the graveyard, trying to forget the pain.

Amazing, like their love in the graveyard, they found life in thousands of deaths.

Keeping the book on the side-table, Misaki looked at her son who had returned just then. He was looking completely devastated, drenched with sweat from his top to toe. Approaching him and letting him sit, the affectionate mother poured some water in a glass from the jug and handed him it.

"Thanks, mom." He took it and had a sip. He needed it and no one could understand it better than his mother.

"Have you kept Tyson at his eternal address?" The raven-haired lady caressed the head of her son.

"Hmm…..." He didn't speak more than that.

"Poor boy…." Misaki pressed Kai's head closer to her chest, hugging it, sighing and fearing for her own son, "God knows which family has been emptied…."

Suddenly remembering something, the dual-haired boy put the glass on the table and stood up, "Where's Ayaka?"

"Oh….." Misaki bent her head down, "Ayaka's in her room. She hasn't stepped out from there once during the whole day."

"Let me go there." Not drinking the water or letting his mother speak, he strode towards the room of his sister and knocked the door. No sound came from there except the feminine sobs. Immediately, he rotated the bunches of the keys attached to the keyhole of the knob of the door which ended up being open, revealing the intolerable scene before his eyes.

Everywhere on the floor, the photographs of the cheerful navy-haired boy-who was no more, were scattering. Sprawling her arms there and lying, facing the ground, the sky-blue haired girl was continuously sniveling, gritting her fingers. Her body was convulsing with the rhythm of weeping. The sobs escaping from her throat shot keen-bladed daggers at the heart of the VP. Slowly plodding in, he crouched beside the sixteen-year old girl and kept a hand on her shoulder. Staring at him with her bloodshot eyes, Ayaka abruptly hugged her brother. Burying her face in his chest, she again wept, drenching his shirt. Kai didn't mind, embracing her shoulders back and patting her to console her.

"Ayaka….." He whispered, "Control yourself."

"How, ni-san, how?" Her tongue sensed heavy, "He…he was my first love! You know, my eyes were craving for having his glimpse because…because a long time passed since we hadn't met each other….but…he just remained no more. Ni-san, my….my first love remained incomplete….I…I've lost my Tyson…forever…how will I calm my heart, ni-san?"

Kai again felt guilty. Before it, whenever Ayaka had asked him about Tyson, he had simply rolled his eyes and let his disagreement know but deep inside, he'd cared for both and wanted both to be with each other forever. Had he ever known about this harsh mishap; he would never have been a prick on their flower-embedded way. He could have been more open to them and helped them. He couldn't gather the power to look at the eyes of his little sister once.

"Why, ni-san?" Ayaka continued, "You're the vice-president of your central students' union, right? Despite your presence, how could this accident take place? Why did you let it happen, brother, why?"

"Ayaka…" The slate-haired guy murmured, keeping embracing his sister, "It's my fault. I couldn't protect Tyson. Forgive me for it."

"Ni-san…" The hands of the schoolgirl bound her brother more firmly, "Please, don't go to university from tomorrow. I-I won't let you go there! The murderers of Ty…Tyson may wait for you there so that they can snatch you from us too! I've already lost my love interest, ni-san. Now, I...I cannot bear the pain of losing my brother! Please!"

"Duh, silly…." He softly patted her back, "Nothing will happen to me."

"No, I won't listen to you…" Ayaka was about to retort but before it, the mother came at the doorway. Seeing her, both the siblings stood up.

"Kai…." Misaki cleared her throat, "Police have come outside. They're searching for you."

"Police?" Ayaka was horrified. However, not being nervous a bit, Kai took a sharp breath and went outside. Crossing his arms before the cops, he spoke, "I'm Kai Hiwatari. What do you need?"

"You've been charged," One of the constables showed him a pair of handcuffs, "With the warrant of the murder of Tyson Granger."

Within no moment, a bolt of thunder rumbled over the heads of Hiwatari family. Widening her eyes, the sky blue-haired girl clasped the wrist of her mother as the latter gasped, covering her dropped mouth. The slate-haired student froze, not able to believe his own ears. When Tyson had been stabbed, he'd been the one to call for the ambulance and take him to the hospital along with Max, Kane and Tala though their attempt had been futile. It was he who had been around the morgue, giving the blunette his last bath and carrying his coffin to the graveyard. After all these things, he simply got charged with this heinous offense? Who the hell in this world did it actually?

"Mr. constable," Misaki fumed, "Tyson was the junior as well as the comrade of my son. How can you think that my son can be involved in the murder of his own comrade and junior?"

"Only the court can prove it," Another cop replied, "Till then, let us perform our duties. You have to come with us, Mr. Hiwatari."

Breathing, Kai turned to his mother, "Don't worry, mom. False allegations may harass me but not punish me. Just hand some cloths to me."

Nodding and sighing, Misaki headed towards the room of her son. Opening the cupboard, she was folding his tees and tracks but all of a sudden, something heavy fell on the ground. As the raven-haired woman bent her head, she saw a shiny black 9mm pistol. She gulped at it but put it back in the closet. Putting the folded cloths in a bag, she came out and handed it to Kai. Standing beside him, his little sister started sobbing again when her brother's wrists became sealed in the handcuffs. Before exiting, Kai turned his head and gaped at his mother once but Misaki was too baffled to say anything to her son. The cops took the slate-haired student along with them, yet, the mother didn't open her mouth. In her head, there was only the image of the pistol which she'd found in the cupboard of her son. Why did he need that firearm all of a sudden?

In front of the two-storied building of the police station, under the coconut tree, both the girls were waiting, holding each other's hands. The young redhead was shivering, pressing her lips against each other nervously. The dual-haired Spaniard was embracing her shoulders in order to sooth her but deep inside, she herself was also feeling restless. When they got to know that their boyfriends had been arrested for the warrant of killing one of their university-mates, they made no delay to reach the police camp. But they hadn't been permitted to enter to meet the boys. The inspector had informed them that they had been taken for interrogation. Salima and Julia had heard a lot about the cruelty of the cops in the interrogation room. It was obvious for them to be anxious.

Soon, the police van stopped before the building as a group of cops landed with a slate-haired university student, his wrists chained in metal handcuffs. Seeing him, the eyes of both the girls became enlarged in shock. Both their jaws dropped, they wheezed together. Kai also became surprised when he saw both his female varsity-mates there.

"K…Kai…." Julia uttered, "They arrested you too?"

The dual-haired didn't say anything except hanging his head low. He easily understood why the girls gathered there. His heart trembled once for his comrades as he didn't know what was going on with them currently.

"Kai!" Salima whimpered, "Please…save Kane if you're able to do…."

"Sal…" Julia stroked her head for comforting her, "How'll Kai do it? He himself is held captive…"

The speed of the tears of the redhead got doubled. The dual-haired girl again held her for condolence but the waterworks falling from the ebony orbs of the scarlet again stabbed the heart of the VP. Clenching his teeth, he turned his head away shamefully, depicting his failure. The police dragged him by his wrists and took him inside the building.

"Salima, calm down….." Julia secretly wiped her eyes, "Look, you have full faith on Kai and the union, right? They can never commit such a heinous crime like assassinating their own friend. God will never punish the innocent. Just calm down, okay?"

"Wasn't Tyson innocent?" Salima questioned the Spaniard, "What did he do that he had to lose his life? Only for supporting the path of truth and justice? What did my Kane do? What did Tala do? What was Kai's, our leader's fault? Why are they all suffering in this way? Julia, will justice never come to their doorway? Will only injustice keep happening to us?"

"No, Sal, not at all…" The jaw of the Spanish girl was stiffened, "When the pot of the sins of the sinners gets filled, they get punished which they deserve. Have patience, Sal. Injustice won't happen to us anymore."

It was more of a torcher cell than of an interrogation chamber. In the dense darkness, only an electric bulb was attached to the roof with a wire, illuminating it barely. Under it, three young university students were tied to three plastic chairs with their wrists and ankles. All their bodies were bearing bloody stains and cuts, coated with sweat. Some spots got swollen too, turning blue, black and violet. Blood was dripping from the nostrils of the redhead; he was hissing in anger. The blunette was snoozing, not able to keep his balance on the chair. Perspirations on the cheeks of the blonde got mixed with his tears. He could never have imagined that he'd had to fall in such a serious situation and hold a bad fame unexpectedly. Silently, they were waiting for the second round because no other path was open to them.

"Ouch….."

Their ears got open, they opened their eyes and erected their backs as the cops dragged their leader by his nape and waist. He was writhing a lot in pain to be free and safe so that he couldn't get hurt because of the cruelty of the police. Already his wrists had become blue. When they left him, he thought that the interrogation part would start soon. But proving all his assumptions wrong, one of the sergeants kicked his waist at which he landed on the ground right in front of his comrades, his nose and forehead badly hitting the floor. All the three gasped at the ruthless sight.

"Hey!" Tala hissed, "What kind of behavior is this? You cannot do this to our friend!"

"Shut up!" A constable thumped a rod on his back, making him shriek. That bubbled the blood of the dual-haired guy. He wanted to stand up but another cop lifted him by the collars of his shirt.

"This is your leader, right?" The constable devilishly chuckled, "The leader of murderers!"

"We aren't murderers!" Struggling against the hold of the policeman, Kai objected, "Without any proof or witness, you cannot accuse us like that. Moreover, you should have the CCTV footages."

"We don't have them because someone from you has already removed it. But, it doesn't mean that we don't have proofs and witnesses," Another serjeant bit back, "The dagger which stabbed Tyson to death had your fingerprints, Mr. VP!"

Everyone again let their mouths be open as for the second time on the day, Kai froze. Yeah, it was true that he'd touched that dagger but only for taking it out, he hadn't pierced Tyson's back with it. Moreover, he and comrades had tried to save him though they'd failed. Damn, Kai never knew that his attempt to protect his life would backfire in this way.

"Yes, I held that dagger," Kai took a sharp breath, "But it doesn't mean that I killed him. I just pulled it out from his wound."

"Don't forget that other students have seen only four of you there escaping with his body." Another accused.

"We ran to that place when we heard Tyson screaming," Kane answered, "We were only trying to take him to the hospital, we weren't escaping!"

"Not only that," Not discussing any logic that the captives were showing, the third policeman added, "In the ambulance, Kai was whispering something to Tyson's ear. Why? Simple the answer is. Maybe, he was threatening him!"

Now, Kai's head got completely bent down. As far as he could remember, he'd been only telling the navy-haired to keep awake. After it, Tyson had just smiled at them. If he'd really threatened the wounded boy, would he have smiled? Deathbed confessions are always the most powerful evidences but unknowingly, the blunette couldn't have opened his mouth to declare the names of his murderers. He couldn't be blamed either because when he'd turned his head back, he couldn't have seen anyone. The actual assassins had already vanished after their job. The teeth of the dual-haired guy clattered in fury as he glared at the policemen.

"Kai wasn't threatening Tyson!" The blonde remonstrated, "He was just giving him courage to stay awake. We all were there, we all tried to rescue him. We aren't his murderers!"

"Shut up, you munchkin!" A tight slap fell across the cheek of the hyperactive American. Everyone gasped at it again.

"Look officer," Kai's voice was calm, "It was your job to interrogate us. Question us, we'll answer and try our best to provide information. But don't raise hands on us. The job of a cop is to ensure the safety of the common people, not to hit and beat them."

At this comment of the VP, all the police in the room got enraged. One of them rushed to him and kicked at his guts, making him fall down.

"Kai!" Everyone shouted together.

Pressing his abdomen and gritting his jaw, the dual-haired tried to stand up but the police officer clutched his collars as others simply popped out their silver desert eagles and pointed their tubes at the heads of the captives, shushing them within no moment, "Look boy, if you want your groupmates to be alive, simply confess that you've committed the murder of Tyson Granger. Otherwise, you all will be doomed!"

"Didn't you hear what Kai has said?" Tala's eyes were showering fire though his forehead was pressed against the gun, "You can only interrogate us. You have no right to emotionally blackmail us to torture us!"

"You mustn't have heard what we have said!" The gun against the temple of the redhead applied much force there, "Just keep your mouth sealed, boy!"

"Now now, you have to confess it, Kai," The cop who was seizing the dual-haired spoke, "Soon, we'll turn on our camera and recorder. If you cannot say it, you'll have to watch your friends get killed in front of your own eyes!"

Sharply glaring at the police officer, Kai turned his eyes to his comrades who were tied to the chairs, hurt and tortured. He could recall how Tyson had groaned in the pangs of death before him and he could have done nothing for him. The grieving whimper of the redhead and the dagger-like dry emerald orbs of the Spaniard drifted in his mind. If the comrades who were held captive had the same consequences like Tyson, he could never forgive himself. For the first time in his life, his heart felt much crippled, causing pain to his chest. He thought as if he'd failed again.

"Kai!" Tala spoke, "Don't…don't worry about us. Just stick to what the truth is."

"Tala's right, Kai," Kane furiously nodded, "Don't put your reputation at stake for saving us. Your dignity is more precious than our lives, so is our honor. Please, don't let be destroyed."

"Haven't I told you to keep silent?" An officer punched at the jaw of the blunette, "Don't you love your lives?"

"No, we don't!" All of a sudden, the hyperactive American who'd been totally silent for all the time opened his mouth, "Our honor is dearer to us than our lives!"

The dual-haired boy and his comrades became dumbfounded at the unforeseen outburst of his junior. Even the cops also became quiet at it. There weren't any more tears trickling down from his eyes. Instead of them, sapphire fire was glowing there gorgeously. He was looking way more different than his usual posture at that time as if he'd been reborn. Ever since he'd stepped in the university, he had experienced a lot of things. At first, he'd been afraid, he'd been scared of tortures, pains, bullying and ragging. But the time and the experiences turned him into a matured person. Now, he could stare at the eyes of his repressed and exposed fears and confront them with utmost courage. From where did he gather so much energy and fierceness? From where?

"Kai, I may be the youngest of all of you," Max pleaded, "But I can never forget the last words of Tyson. He told that martyrdom is better than treachery."

"Yeah, Max is right!" Tala squealed, "Kai, today, if we give a fake confession that we committed the murder which is absolutely false, our righteous image will get shattered before our supporters who strongly believe that we can never murder someone innocent. It will be equal to treachery, won't it?"

"Kai, I don't know what you're thinking now," The blunette was also firm, "But let me tell you one thing: This Kane Yamashita would rather like to go before his lover without his head or a bullet-hole in his head than present himself before her with his head lowered!"

"We'll accept martyrdom," Max was hyped, "But not treachery!"

"Yes, martyrdom is better than treachery!"

"Martyrdom is better than treachery!"

Kai glanced at all his comrades once. They were looking hurt, beaten, tormented but they still didn't lose their courage and willpower. Still, the rays of justice and truth were glimmering from their appearance. In their lips, there was the same smile which had been clinging to Tyson's lips even after his demise…nope, unexpectedly, Kai felt as if Tyson himself had been watching and requesting him, possessing the bodies of Max, Tala and Kane. Yeah, if he gave a fake confession, he would possibly be saved along with his comrades but what about the justice of Tyson? Would his soul get peace ever? Had he really accepted his martyrdom with a smiling face for this?

Yeah, Tyson was still alive. Inside him. Inside his comrades. Inside all the people who were the walkers of the path of truth and justice.

"For the last time, I'm saying it," Taking a sharp breath, the dual-haired blurted, "My group and I didn't murder Tyson and it's the truth! You can shoot us if you want but the bullet of your pistol won't change the truth!"

With red-cherry eyes, the cops kept gawking at the captives for a few seconds. Then, approaching the leader, one of the policemen again booted his waist, this time flinging him towards another wall where his head got bumped. The blunette, the redhead and the blonde shouted together, uttering his name but no profit it brought. Grabbing the smooth indigo hair of the student politician, the tormentor twisted his neck down. In inflammation, tears almost came to his amethyst eyes but he forced them back at the last moment, deciding not to shed them before his companions. If he showed his weakness in front of them, what would they do? From where would they get strength?

"You all have already started thinking yourselves as heroes, eh?" The torturer pressed another 9mm pistol against the forehead of the dual-haired, "Now, before your eyes, I'll murder your beloved leader and bury his dead body beneath the floor of this interrogation room. Then, it'll be your turns!"

Surprisingly, the courage of those three young students turned into vapor hearing this terrorizing warning. Gulping, they exchanged scared gazes with one another and gaped at the dual-haired boy. His light-purple orbs were emotionless and cold as if he hadn't bothered a bit at this threat. He didn't even blink once while staring at the torturer. But the hearts of his comrades started trembling at the fear of losing their VP. Tala clenched his fangs, Kane struggled to get free from the tight ropes and Max simply bit his lips in order to control his tears. Since when did these cops start behaving like terrorists?

"Wait!" Someone banged the door of the interrogation room aka the torture cell open, "Don't hit them anymore."

The guys looked at the police-officer who came there to save their lives as the active cops in the room removed their guns from the temples of the students. Not making any eye-contact with them, the savior continued, "The editor of a famous newspaper has come here and he's given us a big amount of money, requesting us for their bail. Leave these boys now."

The working sergeants had a few talks. After it, they untied Kane, Tala and Max and let them go. Glancing at the harsh room once, Kai followed them quietly.

"Since it's still a hanging case, please don't write much about it on your newspaper," The inspector made a request to the purple-haired man, folding his hands on the center table, "For the sake of the investigation."

Closing the register book, the editor returned it to the policeman. Soon, in the chamber, the devastated students plodded. The purplette left his seat and approached them. Patting the back of their leader, he spoke, "I'll keep that in mind, Inspector. Now, I've to go. See you."

As they went out, the red-haired girl and the Spaniard rushed to their boyfriends. The dual-haired girl sighed in relief after seeing the scarlet Russian safe but the female redhead again sobbed, burying her mouth in her palms after seeing the condition of the blunette. Clutching his shirt and tucking her face there, she burst into inaudible tears, not leaving him. She thought she would lose him if she left him. Kane patted her head for condolence but couldn't stop her weeping.

"Kane…." She sniffed, "I….I was so scared…."

"Relax, Sal…." He wrapped a hand around her back, "I'm fine now, see. Don't need to worry anymore, okay?"

"Tala…." Julia's voice showered concern along with her softened jade orbs from which tears could come out anytime, "Did they go very hard on you guys?"

"Jules…." He also sounded soft as his hands joined hers, "You yourself are a young politician, as well as the friend and lover of a political member. Being so much concerned doesn't suit you at all."

Blushing, the dual-haired girl curved her head down. As the slate-haired boy coughed once to seek their attention, both the couples went completely red, getting separated from their respective partners. The blunette quietly uttered, "He's feeling jealous of us because his partner is absent here. Huh!"

Ignoring his comment, the young leader turned to their savior and spoke, "Thanks, Sir. But you didn't have to do it, you know."

"Kai, you guys are the flames of truth and justice," Mixing much fakeness with his tone, Boris conversed, "How could I let you all get smothered so soon? You all have to keep burning and illuminating the country so that darkness never can encircle it from all the directions. Got it?"

"Sir Balkov, your words aren't less pure than the sacred chants," The redhead smiled, "Please, keep guiding us in the same way."

"Sure, Tala." The violet-head nodded, "Now, boys, it's time you four returned your homes. Leave the girls safely to their homes too, they all were waiting for you here, keeping standing and not drinking a single sip of water for all the day. See you soon."

"See you too, Sir." Biding farewell to Boris, the six young students strode towards the bus station. Smiling once, no sooner had the purple-head been about to step in his car than another BMW stopped before the police station. It was familiar to him as he blinked at it. From it, the brown-haired politician descended. When their eyes collided against each other, giving a simple smirk and a shrug, Boris got into his own car and left from the place. Stiffening his jaw, the brunette entered the chamber of the inspector.

"Inspector!" He detonated, dragging the chair and sitting on it. The policeman stood up to show him respect but he didn't bother. He questioned, "How did the convicts of the murder case of Tyson Granger get bails?"

"According to the rules." The cop answered.

"Let your rules go to hell!" Hachiro burst out, "I must have told you not to take any decision without any negotiation with me! Besides, I also ordered you to torture them like hell! Why did you break my orders?"

"Mr. Tachibana," The head of the department put his spectacles off, "Rules and regulations keep going in their own ways, not depending on someone's decisions and wishes."

"What do you want to say?"

"I only want to say that," The policeman replied, "You and Balkov-both the tigers will fight against each other and for it, general employees like us will face the horns of dilemmas. The rules will be put at stake!"

"Stop it!" Hachiro blurted, "There goes a proverb in politics. Teaching the leader is an audacity!"

"Sir, I have no intention to teach you." The inspector shook his head.

"Shut up!" The brunette snarled, standing up, "Be prepared to get transferred! Hmph!"

Not letting the inspector speak, he stormed out of the room. Putting his spectacles on, the policeman conversed, "Of course, you have the power to do that!

That's why, the governance of rules and regulations cannot be instituted in this country…"

Precap of the next chapter:

"If I get a single chance," Hachiro chewed air in his mouth before his disciples, "I'll kill that backstabbing bastard like smashing a street dog. But before that, splash more ink at the fair face of Kai Hiwatari, that scoundrel and mannerless VP of your university, so that he can never raise his gazes in front of his supporters, family members, dear people and the general mass!"

The enthusiasm of his voice soon ceased as his ears sensed the claps of someone. Wrinkling his brows, he turned to the open door of the room.

"Wow, dad, wow!" The female brunette sneered, "Now I've recognized my actual father!"

"Hilary?" Hachiro gulped, sweating bullets at the sight of his beloved daughter…

Hehehe...in the next chapter, a huge bomb is gonna blast. So, be prepared for that. ;)

Oh, after "Outburst", I have two plots. One is: A TyHil multichaptered horror and another is: A MariMaxMily love triangle multichaptered. Which one do you prefer? Do let me know through the reviews.

Dear Nia, I hope you've liked it :D

Until then, do read and review. Pardon the grammatical and the spelling errors. Take care and stay safe :D

-Misty ^_^ ^_^