The dog, that was a tiger | By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 1594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Heloo..oo..o..o…(echo
fades off)
Uhh, just wanted
to say, this story has been updated. Just, you know, read and review.
I had to
play a little with the Japanese police system for it to fit my story, I have
no idea if a department like the one which is mentioned in this chapter
exists, but hey, all for the plot, ne?^^°
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5.
Clouds forming in the distance
„You little
bastard! How dare you go around and tell people such things, your mother
and sister of all! Now they think, I am some kind of brutalizing monster,
although all I did, was trying to teach you some manners!” shouted his father.
EN-US'>:
“I am the police, police detective
Takano Yoshimi*, department for investigation of domestic affairs, to be exact,
and you are in serious trouble! Now, may I enter, or do you want me to take you to the station in handcuffs?”~
Huffing,
each of them standing on opposite sides of the table, they glared at each
other.
With a
swipe of his hand, Jou removed the slight trickle of blood where his cheek had
been nicked.
“If not for
Takano-san, I’d probably be worm food by now” he stated calmly, as he slowly
tried to sneak towards the door.
His father,
however, predicted his movement and blocked his way.
Taking a
deep breath Jou closed his eyes for a second, before locking them with his
father’s and demanded:
“Get out of
my way. Now.” A gasp of disbelief accompanied his father’s question:
“What..did
you say?”
“Get out of
my way. I don’t want to hurt you, but if you don’t let me go, now, I will if I
have to.”
Silence reigned
heavy within the kitchen, and then, a humourless chuckle, more of a grunt,
escaped his father’s throat, before he broke out into loud laughter.
“That’s a
nice one, Katsuya, hahahaa, I almost got scared. Really, if I didn’t know you, I
would have stepped aside right now. You should go for a career as professional
gambler, or actor.”
The grin
fell from his face as fast as he shot towards him. With a yelp, Jou evaded the
fist aiming for his head, only to smack into the one pointed at his stomach. He
doubled over in pain, using his momentum to let him roll over the floor and
bring him to his feet in one swift movement.
A desperate
leap, born out of pure survival instinct, saved him from a sock-clad heel. One
more roll on the floor, a whirl and a flip, as he moved away from three
well-aimed stabs to his chest, throat and neck.
This was
getting worse by the minute.
Somewhere
along the sreaming and fighting, his father had sobered up and now his
training took over.
Few people
knew, or cared to remember, was, that his father had won the local +Kenpo-mastership
when in Junior High. He had stopped training in favor of his studies, aiming
towards a career, but was still a formidable fighter and the reason, burglars
would shy from breaking into their appartment.
Sadly
enough, he also knew how and where to hit to take out an opponent in mere
seconds. Jou knew all his moves, seeing, as he used to be trained by him, when
they moved here, but lacked the expierence and skill to gain the upper hand.
Once more a close call, sweat formed on Jou’s brow, as he tried to reason with his
father:
“Pop, come
on, stop it! There’s no way in hell my teach’s gonna buy that lame excuse about
me getting mugged and beaten up on the way home, again!”
A sharp,
straight blow to his right shoulder sent him stumbling backwards, and when his
eyes regained focus, he saw a leg crushing down towards him, intent on
splitting his skull.
Years
later, Jounouchi would try desperately to recall, what happened in the next few
seconds, but to no avail. All he remembered, was screaming in terrified
despair, and then the knuckles of his left hand exploded into tiny shrapnels of
liquid fire.
Clouded
pools of gold stared into dazed, chestnut-colored ones, and then, his father
fell.
Gracefully,
bonelessly, more like a puppet without strings, he slumped to the ground, his
face strangely deformed.
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