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Chapter
Act Seven.

“It’s
not like Kuwabara-sensei to be late,” muses Shizuka.

Ishitani
shrugs. “Perhaps he was delayed.”

Shizuka
ponders his guess. “But he hasn’t come in yet. We didn’t
even see him eat his breakfast on the steps this morning.”

“...we’ll
find out soon enough.” Ishitani sits at his usual desk.

McNamara
enters the classroom and waits for the usual student chatter to
dissipate. “Kuwabara-san won’t be in for the rest of the
week. He’s taken ill; apparently while caring for an ailing
friend, Kuwabara-san caught the same bug.

“I’ll
be teaching English as well as my usual science classes until he
returns.”

A
student raises her hand. “Can you teach me that fine accent?”
she smiles.

“...no,”
says McNamara.

“Is
it big?” cries a boy student. “I have to see if it’s
big....”

The
other students stare at the boy balefully.

“What
year are you in this school?” asks McNamara.

“Ichinensei.
Just started this spring,” the youth grins.

McNamara
stares at the student quizzically. “...you’ve got to
leave that nonsense in middle school, Umemiya. High school teachers
don’t take kindly to students groping their genitals.”

“Or
anyone else for that matter,” mutters Ishitani. “He must
be picked on until the aberrant behavior is corrected.”

-
- - - -

Jounouchi
sits next to Seto as the latter eats his bowl of ramen during lunch.
“Look, Kaiba.”

“...apology
accepted,” smiles Seto.

“I’m
not apologizing for anything I did. Besides, you got me back; the
moment you took revenge, you lost the moral high ground you needed to
demand one.

“I
never really did it for pride, you know. One, you shouldn’t
have let my imouto near that situation in the first place. And
two,” continues Jounouchi with an evil grin, “I wanted to
have some fun with you.”

“...you’re
an idiot: from beginning to end, bonkotsu,” sighs Seto.

Jounouchi
ignores the familiar insult. “What else was I supposed to do?
In the three years I’ve known you, you don’t make any
sense to me.”

“I
make sense to no one. Don’t feel alone.”

“I’m
telling you, Kaiba--oi! Don’t you think we should be on
a first-name basis by now?” Jounouchi winks at Seto.

Seto
scowls at the blond. “No.”

“It’s
always ‘no’ with you, isn’t it? You’re the
demon that shouts ‘no’ to every question.”

“That’s
not--I....” Seto glares at Jounouchi.

“My
point is made.”

“You
twisted my words,” seethes Seto.

Jounouchi
laughs, remembering a similar scowl from the older youth when he’d
turned a Blue Eyes against Seto in the Battle City tournament.

“...what
do you want?” continues Seto.

“For
you?” Jounouchi grins. “Ganbatte.”

“Why...?”
asks Seto dubiously.

“Because,”
sighs Jounouchi, “it’s your senior year. You’ll be
leaving us soon.

“Isn’t
it proper to wish a graduating student well?”

“It
is, but it’s not your way.”

“It
is if it’s heartfelt. We’ll miss you.”

“Like
a bad cold.”

“Okay,
sometimes we’ll celebrate. But who else fills this school with
excitement?”

“I’m
sure you’ll manage without me,” smiles Seto ruefully.

“...it
won’t be the same. One of us looks to that desk one day, and we
don’t see you reading that little leather-bound book, or typing
on your laptop. It will be strange.”

“That’s
the way it was before I came to this school.”

“But
what made you come, anyway? You didn’t need a diploma, and the
gods know you understood the subject matter.

“Who’s
going to keep me awake in the next history class? See: if you had
altered my history grades instead of my math, I wouldn’t have
noticed.”

“True,
but Fujimiya-sensei works late.”

“Ah...and
your scheme against me would have been foiled.”

“Scheme?
I thought you were having fun,” smirks Seto childishly.
Jounouchi blushes, pouting at the brown-haired youth. “You kept
shooting your semen down at the floor, like a human pump-action water
gun.

“But
then,” continues Seto. “Substantial pumping was
required....”

“...give
it a rest. You try having Ishitani’s cock in your mouth
sometime. That thing is huge.”

“Idiot.
He is huge.” Seto rolls his eyes at Jounouchi.

“I’m
still wondering if my imouto can handle him. Granted,”
Jounouchi winces, “she already has sort of a handle on him....

“But...that
final threshold. All I know is, he’d better not hurt her.”

“He
will be gentle with her,” Seto sighs tiredly.

“Shizuka’s
too good for him. You know it, and I know it.”

“Ishitani
knows it, you dumb fuck. He’s been treating your sister with
great care this past year.

“The
big idiot’s in love with her. He’s scared. The poor
bastard doesn’t know how to proceed.”

“Him?
Scared?” Jounouchi shakes his head bemusedly.

“I’ve
studied my associates closely, and I can tell when they’re
upset. Ishitani, in particular, will never need to endure the
embarrassment of confiding in me.”

The
blond studies his superior, a glimmer of understanding upon his
features. “...that’s a good thing, Kaiba-senpai.
Honda-tomo’s like that.

“Congratulations.
Ganbatte.” Jounouchi leaves Seto.

The
young executive slurps his last ramen noodle.

-
- - - -

“Where’s
Zenime-kun?” asks Senzo.

“She’s
not here, Takara. This is between us four men.” Ishitani turns
to Seto.

“The
first order of business,” says Seto, “is for the four of
us to acknowledge that we’ve been acting like idiots this past
semester. What have we accomplished?”

“When
you ask this,” Kazuhiko says slowly, “you mean in
reference to the goals of the Panel.” Seto nods. “Then
that would depend on the individual.

“Some
of us, including myself, have gotten sidetracked over petty
concerns.”

“...likewise.
Kinmura’s concerns, however, are not petty. Are we agreed?”
asks Seto. The other three nod. “Good. Aomori, what’s the
status on your oniisan?”

“Aniki
has agreed to meet us at the Crown Arcade in Juuban, Minato-ku. We’ll
take Zeni-kun there. They will sit together, we’ll let
them alone, and hopefully the matter between them will be resolved.”

“One
more thing.” Senzo scowls. “What is to be done about
Tsukiyama?”

“What?”
balk the other three seniors.

“What
do you know about Tsukiyama?” adds Ishitani.

“From
you three, nothing. For myself, I’ve known about Tsukiyama for
the past eleven years. He’s been at that game since he was in
middle school.”

“But
how do you know?” scowls Seto.

“My
grandfather...was a customer of his. He didn’t know how old the
girl was, or whether she was forced into it or not....”

“...that’s
how buyers usually are. Just stupid, horny men,” Seto scowls in
understanding.

“Except
Gozaburo-sama wasn’t like that. He didn’t want a
wincing little girl--he wanted women. He was strange like that.”
Senzo shrugs.

“I
don’t think so,” counters Ishitani. “What I’ve
heard at the docks: Some stupid fucks in North Korea thought they
could kidnap Gozaburo’s imouto. They were wrong, and
were killed within a week of the kidnapping. His ninja brought
her back. The sorry bastards didn’t get a chance to have their
way.”

“Knowing
now how seriously that man took his family, I don’t doubt it,”
muses Seto ruefully. “And I suppose he had enough decency in
him to not want to cause another family pain, as he must have
suffered back then.

“I
still hate the bastard; make no mistake. But one must give the devil
his due.”

“Do
you think Tsukiyama had a hand in the abduction of Yukimura Keiko?”
asks Ishitani.

“Why
ask that?” wonders Senzo.

“Because
Tsukiyama was a student at my gikei’s old middle school,
the same school she and her fiancé Urameshi attended. Urameshi
was gone for that overseas job between then and the wedding, and
Tsukiyama could have gained Yukimura’s trust during those three
years.”

“...your
gikei won’t be pleased,” says Seto. “He
found her dead in Pyongyang.”

“And
I don’t want to bother him right now. He’s pursuing a
lovely friend of his, and foul news like this would throw water on
his spirits.” Ishitani winces, remembering the
sickened-yet-enraged expression on his brother-in-law’s face
when Yukimura was buried. “Quite frankly, Kazu-kei would
probably rip Tsukiyama’s head off with his bare hands.”

“I
can’t imagine Kuwabara-sensei doing something like
that,” says Senzo.

“You
don’t know him. He doesn’t like people who prey on the
weak as it is. Rape and torture are hot-button issues with him.

“So
imagine that some stupid fucks dragged his friend, on her wedding
day--in her damn wedding dress--into a black sedan. And drove away
with her. The same woman was supposed to marry someone she and
Kazu-kei shared as a best friend. But she was taken, never to
be seen again.

“Until
my gikei found her--dead. If Tsukiyama’s responsible for
that in any way, I’ll kill him myself.” Ishitani collects
himself. “...that’s why, Takara.”

“...then
he’s a dead man,” says Kazuhiko. “Tsukiyama was the
last person near her before the abduction. Far too coincidental.”

“Except
Tsukiyama was knocked out when the wedding party got to him.
Kaitoh-san, Kido-san, Kazu-gikei, Shizu-gishi....

“Hell--I
was there, before they all sent me back inside the chapel. Only nine,
after all.”

“He
sold her out,” says Seto unsympathetically. “The thugs
that kidnapped Yukimura just wanted to give their supplier a crude
alibi.

“If
Tsukiyama’s been at this as long as Takara says,” the
executive continues, “then he knows about Tarukane Gonzo--and
what Kuwabara and Urameshi did to him.”

“Who
the fuck is that?” demands Ishitani.

“Was.
He was a jeweler that had dealings in the criminal underworld. It was
rumored that he was torturing a girl at his mansion.

“It
was also rumored that your gikei and Urameshi-san stormed the
mansion, killed Tarukane’s bodyguards, and rescued the girl. If
my recollection of some of my adoptive father’s conversations
with Butoujiri Dai are correct.”

“...sounds
reasonable. Dai’s father was killed while on a business
excursion at Kubikukuri Island.”

“Yeah;
Dai-sama was rattled. He’d been in hiding for two years
when he came to Gozaburo.

“Your
gikei didn’t kill these men, did he?” asks Seto.

“...not
that I’m aware of.”

“Then
he didn’t. Kuwabara wouldn’t have bothered to hide the
fact.” Seto takes out his flip phone, and dials out.

“Let’s
consider the fact that if we figured out Tsukiyama’s connection
to Yukimura-san,” says Senzo, “then our teachers surely
know.”

“Knowing
them, they’d try to handle this quietly,” Ishitani
scoffs. “The omo would make sure they did so.”

“...thank
you again...I know this brings you pain to even think about it,
Okubo-keikan...good day, sir.” Seto hangs up. “The
shochou should be calling me shortly. I’m getting that
case reopened.

“After
we get Kinmura and Aomori-kei to discuss their matter, I’ll
try to entrap Tsukiyama.”

“Why
you?” hisses Kazuhiko.

“I’m
the only one that can.” Seto leaves before the three can
continue the debate.

-
- - - -

“...you’re
what..!? Listen, there’s no way I can cover for you that
long.... Yes, I’m aware you’ve been looking forward to
this for over ten years....” McNamara shakes his head, bemused
with his caller. “I’m no fan of any type of rock
music--had my fill with the Beatles.... Not my fault you don’t
like them--or, rather, you don’t think you like them. You’ve
probably heard a lot more of their music than you can put a name to.

“...McCartney!?
What’s the matter with you, mate...? Lennon made the band....
Now don’t go blaming Ono....

“...of
course, this has nothing to do with the issue at hand.... Is your
girlfriend pregnant...? Okay, okay: she is; don’t you lot
usually abort the child...? Damn it, Kazuma--don’t chew my ear
off! I know your stand on that already; cripes...!

“You
say her family might force her to kill the child if she leaves for
the homeland.... But what if it’s a girl...? You said she came
from an island of modern-day Amazons--hey, don’t laugh! I meant
it only in the sense of the koorime culture being a
misanthropic, all-cunt affair....

“...you’re
a better man than I, mate.... I know; but it seems people go from one
extreme to the other when it comes to issues like that--no sense for
the happy medium; no perspective.

“...anyway,
I’ll see what I can do. The kouchou will figure out the
real reason you’re out for three weeks; sharp character, that
one.... Come on, they’re paid to lie for their sensei--not
that the students actually give a fuck whether you’re here or
not; they’d probably be happy for you....”

McNamara
laughs. “...alright, Kazuma...as they say around here,
ganbatte, mate.” The Australian schoolteacher hangs up
his flip phone. Actually, I think the kouchou will be
relieved that you’re gone. Makes our job of dispatching the
unwanted element here a great deal easier....

-
- - - -

The
principal bows to Kazuhiko. “I assure you that the matter will
be resolved. You must permit Kaiba-san to accept the risk. I will
ensure his safety.”

“Then
I leave it to you, kouchou.” Kazuhiko bows and leaves
the office, bumping into McNamara. “Forgive me, Mr. McNamara,”
says Kazuhiko in English.

“Not
a problem, Mr. Aomori. Take care.” McNamara enters the
principal’s office. “That one,” he says to the
principal, “looks worried--like he’s about to lose his
best friend.”

“Not
his best friend, but a very good one nonetheless. As you know, Kaiba
Seto can be reckless at times,” says the principal. “Kaiba
intends to confront Tsukiyama; when he does, I want you to be there
to protect the young man from hurt.”

“Understood.”

“Good.
I actually called you here, however, for another issue. How long will
Kuwabara-san be away?”

McNamara
decides to level with the principal. “About another three
weeks.”

“Three
weeks?” The principal laughs. “The man is a walking cloud
of happy serendipity.

“His
absence relieves us of unnecessary complications, don’t you
agree, Mr. McNamara?”

“You
read my thoughts perfectly, kouchou.”

“Did
you wish him well on his journey?” smiles the principal
knowingly.

McNamara
laughs. “Yes; I did.”

“Good.
I’d always thought he’d make a fine husband for someone,
even when he was causing trouble at Sarayashiki Middle.

“But
then, I’m not one to give up on difficult pupils. I’ve
managed to keep my hair with Jounouchi and Honda during their day as
ichinensei here, after all.”

“Those
two?” McNamara snorts. “They weren’t nearly as bad
as the kanchou-happy crop we have here this year.”

A
faint cry of “Chou!” wafts into the principal’s
office, as if to punctuate McNamara’s point.

“I
say let them get it out of their system. Kanchou is usually
the last to leave such students.”

-
- - - -

Looking
through the window at the playful students outside, Tsukiyama shakes
his head.

The
math teacher feels an odd pressure between his buttocks, and whips
around. “Ha...okay, you got me--Kaiba-san!?”

Tsukiyama
stares at the young executive a moment, then sighs. “...seeing
as you were such a serious ichinensei, you’re just
making up for lost time.”

“Something
like that. I’d never found it interesting to poke my finger
into someone’s buttocks; and I’ve never been in middle
school.” Seto shrugs. “I really just wanted to see if I
could do it.”

“You
certainly have the stealth and daring of the best of them,”
says Tsukiyama wryly, pointing out a clever first-year student
creeping up on Ishitani.

“They
only try to do it here...because no one ever countered them in middle
school. You know that, right?” asks Seto.

“Not
sure what you mean, Kaiba-san.”

“I’ve
found that once someone becomes proficient at a skill, it becomes
second nature to them. After a while, a person’s guard relaxes;
their later efforts rife with mistakes that they never would have
made during a first time out.

“For
example, I once challenged my father to a chess match. He was highly
skilled at it, rated as a match for Fischer and Kasaparov. He’d
made the elementary mistake of leading his moves with the same piece
every time; I, being a younger and less-experienced player, simply
read his moves. Beat him in less than a minute.

“I
don’t think he ever forgave me for that.” Seto smiles
ruefully a moment. “But that’s the price of success--you
make one mistake, and someone will capitalize on it.”

“And
why do you think that is, Kaiba-san?” asks Tsukiyama.

“Because
when people have become highly proficient at something--the best, in
fact--they don’t expect anyone to defeat them, or to stop them.

“They
develop a single strategy, a method, over years of trial and error;
and the method has served them well thus far.

“It’s
no different with criminals, really. Yakuza, serial murderers,
rapists...they always seem to ‘win’ for a while, because
they’ve developed the perfect strategy for their crimes and
their escapes.

“But
the fact remains,” continues Seto, “that they get sloppy;
less careful than their earlier efforts. One slip-up, one ill-chosen
target--and it’s all over.” The executive notes the same
first-year student and Ishitani; the large, auburn-haired senior
holding the young boy by his ankles.

...got
you, you dumb little fuck...!

No,
no...! Let me go...!

...oi!
Anyone want to poke this moron...?

...aaahh...!
Please...please, let me go...! Let me go...wa-aaah...!

...oh,
he cries...!

“My
point made. Sure, you may get away with your deeds for a while,
sometimes even for eleven years.

“But
in the end, Tsukiyama-san, someone will catch you; and being the
coward you are, you’ll whimper just like that kanchou-drunk
brat.”

Tsukiyama’s
eyes widen.

“Yes,”
Seto smiles, “I know all about it. Quite a few people do.”

The
math teacher glares at Seto a moment before regaining his composure.
“Well-played, Kaiba-san,” he laughs, “except for
one thing.

“I
have a great deal of patience. That, above all, will ensure my
continued victory.” Tsukiyama walks out of the classroom.

Seto
shakes his head. “And that arrogance: it will be your
downfall.”

-
- - - -

“...you
are alright?” asks Kazuhiko.

“Of
course. McNamara was completely unnecessary.” Seto rolls his
eyes. “Tsukiyama didn’t rise to the bait as I expected.”

“The
sorry fuck resigned this afternoon,” scowls Ishitani.

“What
makes you say that?” asks Seto.

“Because
I was there for...discipline issues. That little bastard had it
coming. He knew it the moment he saw me in English class. Since
Umemiya attacked first with his Naruto kanchou, I’ll
only be out a couple of days--won’t affect graduation. But it
was worth it.

“In
any case, I overheard the conversation between Tsukiyama and the omo.
Uttered some boilerplate about receiving a high-paying job offer in
Okinawa. Fucking Okinawa. I don’t think even the omo
believed that shit, anymore than Kuwabara being out ‘sick’
for three weeks.”

“If
Kuwabara’s not out sick,” asks Senzo, “then what is
he doing?”

“He’s
doing his woman. Bet that silly fuck still adds the honorific to her
name when he comes.”

“In
other words, he cut school.” Seto balks at this. “How
unlike Kuwabara. No wonder the lie’s so pathetic.”

“On
to important matters,” says Kazuhiko. “Tsukiyama is more
than likely going to wait us out. I suspect he knows of the Panel’s
knowledge and the faculty’s; however, he’s not aware of
how we came by this knowledge.”

“Then
we have to let Mutou-tachi know,” says Senzo.

“All
except Mazaki-kun. She will be with you,” Kazuhiko
continues, looking at Seto.

“Why
would she do that?” asks Seto.

“I
want you to live in the US--to work at your offices there--for a
year,” says Kazuhiko. “Take Mazaki-kun with you.
Have her enrolled in an American school, to finish out her year. She
can apply to various dance schools.”

“She
wants to go to Juilliard; or, failing that, Alvin Ayers,” says
Seto.

“So...Anzu-kun
would live with him,” muses Senzo. “Interesting....”

“You’re
presuming that Tsukiyama will be able to rejoin the faculty next
year,” smiles Seto. “I don’t intend to let him
become a problem for next year’s graduates to contend with.”

“Mutou’s
knowledge of Tsukiyama’s plans is currently our ace in the
hole,” counters Kazuhiko.

“Incorrect.
Presuming Tsukiyama kills the principal and faculty members involved,
leaving Mutou-tachi to handle the problem will just make
Mazaki and Kawai targets needlessly.

“You
have to consider that Jounouchi, for example, is not the most subtle
of men. No,” continues Seto, “we have to keep him
contained in Tokyo. When he realizes he’s cornered, Tsukiyama
will be forced to play his hand too soon--and we’ll have him.”

“And
how is this to be accomplished?” asks Kazuhiko.

“I’ve
already verified that he did, in fact, have a job lined up in
Okinawa. I warned the kouchou there of the folly of retaining
him for that school, and my staff is systematically contacting every
school in Japan, raising doubts about Tsukiyama’s
trustworthiness with regards to the students.”

“Following
up,” adds Senzo, “are calls from kouchou of the
schools Tsukiyama’s already used, at the behest of my
grandfather. Once I confronted the old fool with the role he played,
he had TAKARA bending over backwards to destroy Tsukiyama. No toy
robots for a whole week.”

“Wow.”
Ishitani smiles, impressed. “What did you say?”

“I
told him how bad it would be for TAKARA if it were found out that
he’d hired a child prostitute--a young victim of a
well-organized sex trade ring. He told me that, being old, he likes
to be pleasured by the occasional whore; yet he’d never
knowingly purchase a child.

“I
told him: ‘Tsukiyama sold you one. He made a fool of you. If it
were found out, it would be the end of TAKARA. Or worse, he may use
it as a weapon of extortion.’ Which is true.

“The
old man seethed about being made a fool of, then I smiled and said:
‘You should make an end of him, before he can end you,
ojijiisama.’ For once the bastard admitted I was
right...in his way. Of course, he made his usual hint that ‘this
kind of judgment is what is expected of a TAKARA executive’,
at which point I nodded my head and ignored him.”

“Your
grandfather’s right, you know,” smiles Seto. “That
was actually very good work.”

“Thank
you, Seto-kun.”

“Think
about it: when we nail this bastard’s balls to the wall, it’ll
be because of your quick thinking,” grins Ishitani. “And
if that’s the case, then you can make the argument that you’re
not needed at TAKARA; that you have your own avenues to pursue.”

“Since
you’ve saved your grandfather from embarrassment and ruin, he
may relent and let you go,” adds Kazuhiko.

“There
are no guarantees,” says Seto. “Let’s see how
Tsukiyama reacts when his opponent changes strategy.”

-
- - - -

“...I...I
cannot get to Okinawa.... Yes, I know; certain people in Domino are
aware of me....” Tsukiyama hears a knock at the door. “...I’ll
call you back.”

Trembling
slightly, Tsukiyama answers the door after peering through the
keyhole.

“Good
morning, Tsukiyama-san,” scowls Okubo, flashing his badge. “I
wanted to talk with you regarding the Yukimura case.”

“...Yukimura....
Wasn’t that case closed...?” Tsukiyama asks slowly.

“It
was. No leads at the time. Tokyo Metro just reopened it, and it’s
being investigated in conjunction with several others.

“You
just happen to have the ill fortune, regrettably, to be in the same
school as various missing young students over the years. But this is
only the second time you’ve been called in for questioning, so
I humbly ask you to bear with our intrusion.”

Tsukiyama
sighs. “Very well.... You are merely doing your job.” The
math teacher leaves his apartment, following Okubo to the police car.

-
- - - -

“...but
I thought you’d resigned, Tsukiyama-san,” says Zenime
dubiously, following the former math teacher at a distance.

“I’ve
actually been called back in as an after-school tutor. However,
certain people with connections at Domino want to ruin my
reputation,” continues Tsukiyama, “and I just need you to
help me clear up a few matters with the police. Okubo-keikan
has agreed to have me pick you up from here.”

“...but
I’m...I’m meeting a friend after school,” protests
Zenime.

“It’s
alright.” Tsukiyama snatches her hand, pulling her to the
police car. “It will only be a moment.”

As
they near the car, Zenime sees that Okubo is prone on the steering
wheel. She wrenches her wrist away from Tsukiyama and runs to the
car.

“Keikan...?
Keikan, daijobu na..!?” Zenime realizes Okubo is dead, and
screams. The girl quickly runs, Tsukiyama close behind her.

Zenime
reaches the doors to Domino. Tsukiyama starts to grab her, tearing
her jacket, just as Kuwabara opens the door to the school.

“Help!”
the golden-eyed girl cries. “Let me go, onore!”

“Shut
up; you loud, rude little baita,” hisses Tsukiyama,
revealing a switchblade, “and do as I say, or else you will
bleed right here.”

“Tsukiyama!
What is the meaning of this!?” hisses Kuwabara hotly.

“This
girl’s friends set me up for no apparent reason,”
Tsukiyama answers.

“There’s
reason enough! He killed a keikan!” counters Zenime,
crying.

“Let.
Her. Go.” commands Kuwabara.

“You’d
best stay back.” Still holding Zenime, Tsukiyama backs away to
the police car. “Otherwise, she will die. You don’t want
me to cut her pretty throat; do you, Kuwabara-kun? Or are you
into that sort of thing?”

Kuwabara
calmly glares at Tsukiyama a moment, then pierces the former math
teacher’s kneecap with a strange beam of light, which emanates
from the English teacher’s hand. The pain forces Tsukiyama to
let go of the blade and Zenime, and crumple to the ground.

The
commotion summons a crowd of students and teachers to the three.

“That
man...that man is a freak!” winces Tsukiyama, pointing at
Kuwabara. “He summoned some type of beam with his hands, and
shot me with it.”

“You’re
the freak,” spits a tearful Zenime, clinging to Kuwabara. “You
shot a keikan in his skull, then drove here to pick me up.”

“Don’t
be naïve. How do you know it wasn’t that thug you hang
around who shot the keikan; Ishitani?”

“Because
I would never be dumb enough to shoot Okubo,” scowls Ishitani,
standing behind the pained would-be hostage taker, “even if I
wanted to kill a satsu.”

“You...killed
Okubo...?” Kuwabara trembles, seething at Tsukiyama. “You
killed my friend!? My fucking friend!?”

The
redhead lunges at Tsukiyama, held back by McNamara and two other male
teachers; even then, Kuwabara lands a kick to Tsukiyama’s
skull, knocking the former teacher out. “You miserable, scummy
bastard! I’ll see you burn in hell!”

“Calm
down, mate!” orders McNamara. “Calm down! The authorities
are on their way.”

“Are
you aware of what this fuck tried to do!?” screams Kuwabara.

“That’s...why
you need to calm down...and come with me...to the kouchou’s
office.... Alright?”

Kuwabara
gives Tsukiyama’s prone form a disgusted glare before following
McNamara inside.

Zenime
runs to Ishitani, who collects the young woman into a hug. She sobs
in his arms.

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Author’s
Notes:

JAPANESE
QUICKIE GLOSSARY

CH.
7

Ichinensei:
first-year student; freshman(HS/college). this brat just made himself
a bully target....

Ganbatte:
good luck, do well, do your best, go for it!

tomo:
short for tomodachi, which means “friend” or
“buddy”.

Aniki:
variant of ani, meaning (my) older brother.

ninja:
I will not translate this. You know what ninja are...! >D

-kei:
(own) older brother. Although Kuwa is Ishitani’s brother-in-law
in this piece, Ishitani uses the more familiar form.

keikan:
officer, as in police.

shochou:
chief of police.

koorime:
“ice maiden”, as seen on YYH.

kanchou:
literal meaning in this case, an enema/giving an enema; it’s a
weird, silly...thing...that JPN schoolchildren(boys, of course) do,
where they poke their index finger up someone’s butt. this is a
staple on Naruto, and Yusuke actually did this to
Kuwabara once on YYH.

-tachi:
“...and the others”. a plural suffix.

ojijiisama:
a polite way of saying “grandpa” or “grandfather”.

satsu:
the slang word for police, akin to “cop” or “cops”.

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The
tricky part was to wrap up the Tsukiyama plot thread up in this
single chapter. While Discovery has all the staples of the common
hentai (brr....), this chapter should show why hentai
villain tactics don’t work on shows featuring people with
hidden superpowers.

You
see, in a hentai: Zenime would have been dragged off with
Kuwabara ineffectually yelling, “No, stop; let the girl go!”
as Tsukiyama slithers away with the captive; she would be gang-raped,
and found sobbing later by the other members of the Panel, who would
vow revenge. While Seto and the others hunt Tsukiyama down, the math
teacher would force Anzu and Shizuka, along with any other girls in
Domino.

But
on real anime, it would have been:

1.
what I did write(Kuwa using his reiken).

2.
Yugi becoming Yami and giving Tsukiyama the mother of all MIND
CRACKS.

3.
Seto using the Millenium Rod in some unorthodox way.

4.
Yusuke appearing out of nowhere, using his reigun.

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RECAP
TIME!

It
would seem that all is resolved. Kuwabara is happily married, though
now he must mourn a fallen comrade of old. And Senzo reveals that he
is not as scatterbrained as he appears.

The
reprobate Tsukiyama is defeated, and the broken bridges between those
of the Panel and to people outside are all on the mend.

Sorry
to keep you waiting, but a few lingering questions remain.

What
becomes of the Panel when they graduate? Will all the unanswered
questions from prior chapters be answered? What happens between
Zenime and Tetsuhiro?

And
more important than these: Did Ichigo finally get the Matsuuma
account?

Find
out next time. For now: review. I hope you did enjoy.

:)
Stoner Sunshine :)

Disclaimer:
Except for any original characters, all characters in this story
belong to Kazuki TAKAHASHI, Yoshihiro TOGASHI, and Yuzo TAKADA, and
are being used for the purposes of fan fiction. The author will not
make a profit off this work; it is of a recreational nature. The
author’s rights to all original characters are reserved.
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