"Stupid kitsune," raged Sakuragi. "How could he let himself get kidnapped?!"

     Frightened, Sakuragi's Gandan glanced at their leader. He was infuriated and when he was mad, he got dangerous. But no one of the Guntai's members could understand why their leader was so upset about his enemy's kidnapping. Everyone knew about rivalry between Sakuragi and Rukawa; even Guntai members. 'So what's he so pissed at?' they wondered, but continued to follow their leader silently, going to check out one version, which according to Hanamichi could lead to the kidnappers.

     "Stupid kitsune" Sakuragi muttered again, directing his Guntai to the Cobras' area.

  *** Flashback***

      A few days ago. . . The Cobras' area. . .

      Sakuragi trudged home from basketball practice. Weariness pervaded his body, but the redhead was happy. Today Haruko had praised his basketball skills.

      "Hahaha! I'm the Tensai! There is nobody better then me! Haruko-san already began to get it." Sakuragi grinned idiotically to himself. "And when she finally understand it, she'll stop admiring that silly fox and will look only at me! Hahaha! Because there is nobody better then the Tensai. . .!"

      "Ore wa tensai!" he begun to sing.

      In his day-dreaming state he didn't notice where he was going. . . And he was going into territory, which belonged to the 'Cobras'. There were many such places in Kanagawa, which looked quite friendly in the daylight, but with the advent of night they were controlled by various groups. This particular area belonged to a group that went by the menacing name 'the Cobras'.

      Sakuragi haven't been there since that memorable day when he beat up about half of the gang and their leader, who swore that he would personally make short work of the redhead if he ever stepped into their territory again. Of course, it hadn't frightened the 'Brave Tensai', but he decided not to push his luck and he had always bypassed the area until today. . .

      But now, lost in his dreams, Sakuragi didn't notice where his legs led him. Nor did he notice some shadows, which noiselessly followed him, hidden in darkness.

      "Ore wa tensai. . .! Itai!" A hard whack on the head and Sakuragi collapsed to the ground. Instantly, his arms were twisted and forced behind his back. And then handcuffs slammed on his wrists with a loud "click".

      Sakuragi quickly snapped out of his reverie. He tossed the attacker away from himself, and rolled over, jumping to his feet. Glancing around quickly, he realized where he'd accidentally strayed. Sakuragi cursed his own imprudence, but it was already too late for wishful thinking. It was time for action.

      Having his hands tied behind his back, Sakuragi started to struggle with his legs. But the fight was uneven. There were about 15 Cobras to his one Sakuragi; moreover the redhead had the handcuffs on his hands. . .

      Some time later, half the gang laid on the ground, groaning with a myriad of different injuries. But the rest of the gang beat up the redhead boy who lay prostrated on the ground.

      "Well, well, well," someone's voice said. "Just look who destiny dealt us. It's Sakuragi Hanamichi himself!"

      The Cobras, who had beaten the redhead, moved aside and Sakuragi could see the owner of the voice. As he expected, it was the leader of the Cobras. The same height as Sakuragi, the peroxide blonde looked haughtily at his opponent. The black jacket and pants, the favorite clothes of all Cobras, hid the leader's slender figure. Sakuragi thought that his own figure was more muscular and more handsome, though. . .

     "I didn't wanna stop the guys; they were worked so well together. But I did promise to do away with you myself," the blonde said.

     With the toe of his boots, he kicked Sakuragi in the ribs and gestured to his Cobras to draw the boy to his feet. Roughly, Sakuragi was lifted up. His whole his body hurt and he felt blood trickled down from his cut lips. He prayed that none of his bones were broken.

     'Or else how'll I play basketball!'

     Standing on legs trembling with pain, Sakuragi looked fearlessly at the blonde. That, slightly narrowing his eyes, examined the results of his Cobras - the beaten and blooded boy. Then the blonde smirked and said. "My guys did a job on you, but I think they missed a few spots. I think I'll start with your legs."

     He violently kicked the redhead's knees. Sakuragi gave an involuntarily cry and fell hard to the ground. After he was pulled up again, the blond continued. "First, I'll break one your leg, then another. You'll beg for mercy. You'll~"

     But he was interrupted by someone's voice.

    "Sakuragi?"

     Everyone looked back. At the entrance into small street where were the redhead and the gang of Cobras stood frozen, there stood a tall figure with a bicycle. . .

     To be continued...