The last Sunday of their spring break Yukio was supposed to meet Ryu, who wanted to tell him something strange that happened .
The last Sunday of their spring break Yukio sat together with Kyoko, listening to a Sato-sensei livid with rage .
Two older men he had never seen before listened to her yelling, together with Principal Nakagawa; former Principal Nakagawa . He was retired now .
From time to time Principal Nakagawa spiced Sato-sensei's yelling with a few choice curses of his own . They were both very much in agreement .
As for Yukio, he stared at the display in bewilderment, and by his side Kyoko sat looking scared . As scared as he was himself .
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A minute earlier her father had stormed out of the room screaming obscenities that would have had him expelled had he been a student at Himekaizen . Yukio agreed with all of them, every single curse accentuated exactly what he felt .
"… don't care what you think you fucking whore-sons! They're getting an escort, and that's final!"
Advertisement"Please Sato-san . . . "
"Please Lieutenant Colonel Sato! Shut the hell up and do as you're ordered! They gave me this rank just because I'd outrank you . "
Kyoko covered her ears .
"Ma'am!" Both men came to attention .
"It's just the . . . " one of them tried .
"Just the what?"
"The arms . Why an armed escort?"
Sato-sensei stared at the man with thunder in her eyes . "Because they were assaulted by a gun-toting maniac, one who shot and killed a police! Were you two born morons, or did you need some special education to lower your intelligence that way?"
Yukio noted how Principal Nakagawa grinned wildly at the assessment . One of them looked at him for help .
"No no," he said . "I wouldn't use her language, but none of you two fill the requirements to be accepted to Himekaizen . "
Which was just about the same as using Sato-sensei's language .
One of the men reddened and tried to rise, only to be dragged back down by his colleague .
"Ma'am, we need solid evidence first . "
"Are you trying to tell me Kareyoshi managed to hide even one of the tracks leading back to him? Her bloody father fucking managed to dig him up!" Sato-sensei pointed at Kyoko who still sat with her hands over he ears .
'Her father' hadn't, not really . After he started making questions Yukio made a digital excursion of his own, and with Kyoko's father watching over his back the screen soon filled with an intricate net of information all pointing back at their English teacher . Now Yukio understood what Urufu meant when he said Kareyoshi needed a dictionary to find the meaning of the word discreet, and that he'd still fail understanding it .
"Ma'am, is that armed escort an order?" The protests had gone out of his voice .
"Finally! Yes, with that murderer taking the helm I'm not risking anything . "
And so it was decided . As soon as they could muster the men, Yukio and Kyoko would go to school and leave school with an armed bodyguard . Yukio wasn't so certain the reason was their safety, more likely that Sato-sensei wanted Kareyoshi to know that the other side knew about everything he had done .
'Looks like a fun second year,' Yukio thought glumly . Well, as long as he had Kyoko he could face anything .
They left the nondescript building that had served as Kyoko's private hospital a couple of months earlier . The surgical facility was still inside, somewhere . He didn't have a lot of good memories from the place and tried his best at forgetting .
"Urufu, heard anything?" Sato-sensei asked when she drove them home .
Yukio shook his head . He guessed Kyoko did the same from the back seat . He didn't have Urufu's technical skills when it came to digging up a presence on the net . His skills lay in his understanding of dozens of communities, and the contacts he made on them . While some of his otaku contacts were bat shit crazy they were still very good at sniffing out stuff online .
"Sorry, Sato-sensei," Yukio said in case she hadn't understood his gesture . "He's gone, but he can take care of himself . "
She looked at him when they stopped at a red-light . "You trust him that much?"
"We both do," Kyoko said . "You know, this is the first time I've seen him hurt . He just needs some time to think things over . "
'Think things over . Yeah, man, that's what you usually do . ' But it was a fine mess Urufu put himself into this time . 'I just hope you're right, Kyoko . '
Sato-sensei must have seen his hesitation . "But you're still worried, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes we are . I wonder where he is . "
When Sato-sensei didn't say anything, Yukio took his phone and sent Ryu a message . Maybe they could still meet, even if it meant being a little late .
By the time they reached Kyoko's home Ryu still hadn't answered . He still hadn't when Yukio unlocked his own door . That was reason enough to call him, but now Ryu's phone was out of service, just like Urufu's .
Well, they'd meet tomorrow . If it wasn't important enough for Ryu to keep his phone on, Yukio guessed whatever it was Ryu wanted to talk about could wait another day .
Yukio announced his arrival, but the flat was dark . His mother was probably out shopping . With the flat for himself he drew a bath and prepared to wait for her . At least he had someone to wait for .
'Urufu, damn it! What the hell are you doing? Where are you?'
Chapter end
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