Me: They've come such a long way.
Karson27: And they still have a ways to go don't they?
Me: Yeah. I'll save the nostalgic speech for the last chapter.
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It was really freakishly early, like three o'clock in the morning but I hadn't went to sleep so I guess it was late? I wasn't really sure. All I knew was I was craving some some crust cookie from the gas station about a block and a half away.
"Where are you going?" Marx asked as I walked by his room. He was up playing Modern Warfare Three which wasn't really due to come out until a year later but the headmaster knew that he really liked the game and got him a beta version. He hadn't slept since.
"To that station down the way," I said. "They have cookies there that taste like the crust of pies and stuff. It's the only place I can ever find them and I have a really bad craving for them."
"You're not going alone," he said, pausing the game for the first time. He was serious about this. He hadn't paused that game since he got it. His room looked like a grave yard of McDonald bags, pizza boxes, and Mountain Dew bottles. He kicked some of it out of the way, grabbed his shoes and a jacket.
"Let's go," he said. "I'm not letting my little sister walk around this late all by herself."
I sighed. "For one thing Marx, I'm eight months older than you are and for another thing, I've made this trip a million times by myself. It was almost an every night thing before I got sick and you guys came back. I just randomly got the urge to go get some."
"And I have the urge to go with you."
I shrugged. "Whatever."
We left the mansion and started walking. The neighborhood that the headmaster lived in was really nice of course for about the first block but after that, things got a little more close to home. It was a bad place and I always felt safe walking around alone there but it wasn't like it was fully of uppity rich people or something. It was a pretty average place.
We were just down the street from the gas station and I noticed a group of tough looking guys hanging around. I instantly tensed and grew weary of them. I'd never seen them before but they sure didn't look like the type to actually live in the area. There were four of them all together and they may have been a few years older than us.
"Hey," they said blocking our path.
"We don't want any trouble boys," Marx said, shifting a little to stand in front of me.
"Give us your money and you won't have any trouble," the leader said.
"That's not going to happen," I said, mostly because we didn't even have cash. Just the headmaster's gold card. He'd gotten one for each of us. I had a feeling they wouldn't do to well with it. "C'mon Marx. Let's leave these jokers alone."
I tried to pass them but one grabbed me and slammed me back to the ground, making me land on my but hard.
"Tailyr!" Marx cried, looking at me horrified.
I ground my teeth and stood, very calmly. I dusted dirt off of myself and stepped toward the guy that had thrown me. "We said we didn't want NO TROUBLE!" I screamed, rocketing a fist out, slugging the man in the side of the head, sending him sideways. I kicked his legs out making him fall.
It was a free for all after that. The four of them against the two of us. I took a lot of hits until I heard Marx cry out. I turned, barely dodging a hit as I did, to see my brother on the ground. Blood spurted from between his fingers and I looked up. One guy was grinning, holding a knife. Our eyes connected and then everything went red. And white.
I have to protect him. I'll kill them for hurting my brother. I won't lose someone else! The thoughts cycled through my head over and over.
Finally, the spinning stopped and the would be muggers were running. Marx was on the ground, holding his face and groaning. I pulled my jacket off and handed it too him. "Press that on your face. I'm going to call an ambulance."
Marx obeyed and I pulled out my cell phone. I called 911.
"Nine one one, what is your emergency?" the operator asked.
"Some thugs tried to mug my brother and I and they pulled a knife. They cut his face. I need an ambulance," I said breathlessly.
"Where are you ma'am?"
"Down the road from the gas station on the corner of 94th and Iwasu Avenue," I said. "Please hurry. He's bleeding a lot."
"Help is on the way. Do you want me to stay on the line with you until they get there?"
"No." I hung up. A few minutes later, the ambulance came and took us to the hospital. I had to stay in the waiting room while they took Marx away to tend to his face. I paced around for a while, debating on what to do. I decided that my best bet would be to call the headmaster so he would come get us.
I walked outside and sat on the sidewalk.
"Hello?" the headmaster groaned, yawning a little.
"Headmaster?" I said.
"Tailyr? What's wrong? What time is it?" he asked.
"Um, Marx and I went for a cookie run. On the way there we got jumped. One of the muggers pulled a knife and they cut his face. We're at the hospital right now. It doesn't seem too serious but we need someone to come get us."
"I'll be right there. Is Karsyn with you?"
"No and please don't wake her. She'll yell at us," I said. "I'll talk to her in the morning."
"Very well," he said. "I'll be there in ten minutes."
I hung up and went back inside. The nurse had me fill in some information about Marx and then he was released a couple minutes afterward. There was a big white bandage across his cheek and he looked a little fuzzy.
"There's ten stitches altogether," the doctor told me. "You have to keep them dry and clean, you know the usual stuff. He'll be alright and in a week, you can take them out."
"Okay. Thank you," I said as the headmaster walked through the door.
"Marx, Tailyr," he said sounding relieved. He looked a little disheveled and tired but other than that, he was presentable, wearing a pair of suit jeans and a button up. "Are you okay?"
"Yes Headmaster," I answered. "Marx is going to be okay too."
"Good. Let's go home."
-Karsyn-
I didn't see Tailyr or Marx before I left. I was going to spend the day with Kyoya so I was up a little earlier than usual. I thought that they may have still been up playing video games, especially Marx but it was all silent when I crept by their bedrooms.
Kyoya came to pick me up and we were going to his house. His father was away on a business trip so it was just going to be us. I got in his limo and he handed me something.
"Why are you giving me a wad of cash, Kyoya? Last time I checked I wasn't a stripper and you weren't a pimp," I said skeptically, inspecting the money.
"I'm giving it to you in case you get mugged, Karsyn," he answered flatly.
"You're giving me money in case I get mugged? There's a better chance I'll spend the money on some bauble before I gave it to muggers, thugs, bears, lions, oh my! You get the point right?"
"Yes but it never hurts to be cautious."
I rolled my eyes but didn't say anything. He worried about the weirdest things.
-Tailyr-
Karsyn was gone for most of the day, which was a little longer with my life. I had to think of a good way to explain why Marx and I were out so late and why we just happened to get mugged in one of the safest areas in Japan.
"Tailyr, you won't believe what Kyoya did today," she said coming in from her date.
"What?" I asked, plopping myself on her bed, holding my teddy bear on my lap.
"He gave me a wad of cash for 'just in case I get mugged'."
All color drained from my face. Of course Kyoya did. Of course he knew about it all. It was his hospital and he could get any information that he wanted. Karsyn looked at me and read all of my features. She stopped what she was doing.
"You know why he did that, don't you?" she asked.
I jumped up and headed for the door. "I have no idea what you're talking about," I said failing at nonchalance. I left her room and she followed me.
"You better tell me Tailyr," she warned.
I turned to face her once we were in the hallway, glancing every direction for my exit options. I could always jump over the banister if all else failed. I had a couple escape routes and as I long as I could hide from her long enough to have Takeshi come get me I'd make it out of the whole thing alive.
"Tailyr! Any idea what we're going to tell Karsyn when she asks about the giant bandage on the side of my cheek? Personally, I think we should go with the whole I was defending your honor thing," Marx said walking out of his room and into the hallway.
"Really now?" Karsyn asked, hands on her hips ready to lecture us. "Now why would you have to defend Tailyr's honor in the first place? Could Mori not have done that?"
"Well, you see um,."Marx hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck, looking at me for answers.
"Tailyr, Marx," The headmaster's voice came over the intercom. "Karsyn will be back soon I think it would be a wise idea to collaborate our stories about the mugging."
I slapped myself in the forehead as Karsyn walked to the panel on the side of the wall and calmly said in her pissed off Karsyn-y voice. "What mugging Headmaster Suoh?"
"Uh," the headmaster said. "No hablo ingles." Then he hung up.
Karsyn turned to face me. I stared at her. "RUN MARX!" I screamed, starting to dash past her but she managed to grab the back of my shirt and stop me.
"Tailyr!" she demanded.
"Marx and I got mugged on a sugar run last night. He got stitches!" I wiggled free and Marx and I took off at a dead sprint to anywhere but right there. Karsyn started screaming threats at us.
Ten minutes later, after barricading ourselves inside the den, I got a phone call from my boyfriend.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.
"About what babe?" I asked.
"You were mugged. You could've been hurt."
"Curse you Karsyn!"
Okay, that's it for this chapter! It's been a full year since I started writing stories on fanfiction. I'm not sure how accomplished I've been but I'm extremely happy with all the feed back and favorites I've got. Thank you very much!
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