I’m SOOOOO SORRRY!!!!! >.< I know I’ve taken forever but I didn’t have my computer for awhile and when I got it back I had school and I have home work (I’m in an honors class this year) so I had lots and lots of homework and I’m so tired lately and it’s just crazy this year! But I’m trying? And… I love you? (<- that usually works ^^;;)

Anyways, this chapter will prolly sounds a bit rushed or something but… eh… yeah? So, this’ll explain Vicious’ absence and stuff, k?

Bebop High

By: Setryochi

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Sirens. The awful screech of sirens drowned out any other noise. Faye felt so drained, she was tired and for once scared out of her mind. She couldn’t form words, she just stood letting Spike hold her. She leaned her forehead on his chest and stared at the floor. Spike hadn’t said anything either. Neither of them had realized how close the sirens were.

“Put your hands up!” Yelled a voice from the door.

Both Spike and Faye looked up startled by the loud male voice. Spike turned around keeping one of his arms around Faye’s shoulders and they both looked in horror at a police officer. Faye gasped, he was pointing his gun at them! She felt sick, would they go to jail? What kind of trouble were they in? Would she have to tell them everything that had happened? Tears weld up in her eyes, what a terrible day. Why her? Why now? What had she done to deserve this?

“I said put your hands up!” Yelled the police officer again as another one; this time female came up behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see who it was than turned back to demand they do as they were told.

Faye felt Spike’s warmth leave her as he lifted his arms and whispered for her to do the same. They didn’t want trouble he explained. “We can explain everything, it’s ok Faye.” Faye lifted her arms as both of the officers stalked over to them. The officers instructed them to face the wall, they were hand cuffed, and then the female officer began patting Spike down while the male officer began to check Vicious to see if he was ok.

Faye listened as more sirens were heard. She watched with blurry eyes as red and blue flashed against the wall. The curtains must have been open, she thought as she was patted down for weapons as well. More police entered the house when Faye and Spike were brought out of the house still handcuffed. Faye couldn’t looked up so she never seen their faces, just their blurred, navy blue pants and black, shiny boots. Not even attempting to keep the tears from falling she sniffled. She let the tears roll down her cheeks, “Are we in trouble?” she asked to herself aloud.

Nobody answered her though. They were brought to a squad car; at least she thought Spike was with her. But while she was lost in her thoughts she had noticed Spike being taken to another car by another officer. The woman police officer opened the door and told Faye to get in. Faye was hesitant at first but slowly sat down.

“Can you tell me what happened?” asked the officer in a kinder tone than what was used to get them facing the wall in the house.

Faye looked up, she stared at the woman for a moment. The woman had brown hair tied back in a tight bun at the base of her head and hazel eyes. She wore no make up and had a womanly frame. Faye eyes traveled down more and realized the woman wasn’t that tall, she was quite short. Faye nodded slowly remembering the question that had been asked. Now she could explain everything.

“You know why we’re here then?”

Faye shook her head “no”.

“We received a call from a neighbor. They said they had heard a scream coming from this house, the also said someone looked to be trying to break in. That green haired guy, is that your friend?”

Faye nodded.

“And the people who own the house, do you know them?”

“Sort of.” Faye answered quietly. Her tears were drying but she still felt so scared.

“What do you mean by sort of?”

“I know their son, Vicious.”

“Is that the white haired kid?”

Faye nodded again and answered shakily, “Y… yes.”

“So what happened in there?”

“--I was sitting in the car waiting for her to come out. It was taking way longer than it should have, I wondered why it was taking so long so I got out and went to try and get in. The door was locked and I knew it wasn’t good.” Spike said to the officer questioning him.

“Why didn’t you think it was good?”

Spike was quiet for a moment making the officer suspicious of him. Than he answered, “Because, Vicious,” he paused again. Faye hadn’t called the cops about the incident before, so she must have had a reason. He told the officer anyway, “He tried to rape her once.”

“Mh-hmm…” the officer continued to write, “So than what happened?”

Spike sighed, “I kicked the door a few times and than decided to go around back. I didn’t really want to cause such a scene or break a window. But before I could go around back to the back door I heard her scream, she was right behind the door.”

“And I yelled for Spike and grabbed the lock when Vicious pulled me away from the door. Spike burst in only a few seconds later and he and Vicious started to fight.” Faye tried to wipe her eyes on her shoulder. “Vicious grabbed a bottle of wine and broke it and threatened to kill Spike with it, so I grabbed a vase and hit him over the head with it!” She cried.

The woman officer continued to write in her notepad. “And than we came…”

Faye nodded, “Yeah,” she whispered to herself. “Are we in trouble?”

“If your story checks out, no, but Vicious will have to be questioned. Stay here and I’ll be right back.” The officer walked away to go talk with the other policemen that had shown up. And ambulance came shortly after and Vicious was wheeled off on a stretcher and loaded into the back. Than the sirens and lights disappeared down the street until Faye couldn’t see or hear it. She sat staring off into space; she hadn’t wanted the cops to get involved. She didn’t want to have to tell her parents about this. She didn’t want anyone to hear about this, she just wanted to go home and sleep. But she knew that wouldn’t happen for while. She knew her parents would be called and they would have to come get her, she knew she would probably have to show up in court sometime later. She knew that, even if she wasn’t arrested, she was in trouble.

Faye was unhand-cuffed and so was Spike, but they still had to ride in the back of separate police cars and go down to the station. There their parents would be called and they would be questioned some more.

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Spike sighed, his father was so angry with him. When his dad had finally made it to the police station he had begun yelling and talking about how he was shipping him off to a school in Europe! He had been in the middle of an important business meeting when it was announced that his very own son was at the police station. He nearly had a heart attack when his clients looked at him with surprise and began whispering to each other. He prayed he hadn’t lost the sale but knew that most clients would think he was neglectful or something and would turn to someone they thought they could count on more. Spike’s father calmed down a little when he heard that Spike was only being questioned and wasn’t being put in jail. He was shocked to hear the story and he immediately took back what he had said about the all-boys boarding school.

Faye’s foster parents were so upset that she hadn’t told them. They decided not to ground her but now they would be even nosier when it came to whom she was friends with and where she would be going. Her father hadn’t said much, he really didn’t know what to say, it was something none of them had ever had to deal with. Faye’s mother had thanked Spike many times. Ed asked millions of questions and even tried to interrogate a man with handcuffs on. Once in a while Faye would get small glares from her parents but other than that, they were happy she was safe. After the questioning Faye’s parents had taken her home and Spike left shortly after with his dad. Vicious would have to be questioned when he got out of the hospital.

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Vicious lay in the hospital bed awake and angry. When he got out of here, he’d kill Spike and that whore! He’d see to it that they didn’t live a happy life, because if he couldn’t have what he wanted, than neither would they! He would--”Vicious?”

Vicious was brought from his menacing thoughts by a strange, smooth voice. He looked up to see a man in a white and blue-stripped button up shirt with a red tie and badge slacks. He was tall, had a fit body, and neatly combed light brown hair with blue eyes. “What?” asked Vicious.

“I’m Clark Simons, I’m working on your case.”

Vicious looked confused, “What case?”

“The attempted rape of Faye Valentine.”

Vicious didn’t say anything, he let the man continue. “I’m your lawyer, your father hired me.”

“So where is he?”

The lawyer shrugged, “He’s not my concern, you are. Now I need to ask you a few questions.”

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The case didn’t take long to be figured out. It was obvious that Vicious wouldn’t be able to just plead innocent, so his lawyer drew up some old documents. Vicious pleaded guilty by insanity. His lawyer made a show of it and told the jury of how his mother died, and than told them what hadn‘t been in the documents. He made them sympathetic towards Vicious, telling them of how Vicious had witnessed everything and never told a soul. Vicious had been diagnosed with PTSD.

The lawyer, after stating what Vicious had, began to explain it to the jury, “Posttraumatic Stress Disorder is a disorder with many different types of symptoms. The disorder could last from decades to the person’s entire life.” He than read from a page he had printed up, “Trauma-related stimuli that trigger recollections of the original event have the power to evoke mental images, emotional responses, and psychological reactions associated with the trauma. (Matthew J. Friedman, M.D., Ph.D., Executive Director, National Center for PTSD)” He had explained more and had given a psychologist’s report to the judge on how real his disorder was.

It had been believable, after hearing Vicious’ childhood, and than after hearing what had happened, it was clear that his plea was valid. Since Vicious had not only pleaded insanity but had been only 17, his sentence was to go through months of therapy. He would be checked up on during those few months. The rest of the sentence stated he had to have a psychologist give the “ok” for him to be allowed to live a normal life without supervision. The trial had been closed and Vicious wouldn’t be seen until those months were up because Vicious’ father had decided to pay to put him in a rehab center where he would hopefully become better in faster.

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“Pencils, utensils, wensils la, la, la!” Ed sang hoping off of the shopping cart.

“Stop that Ed!” Faye swiped at her but Ed ducked and fluidly made her way to the rack with all the pencils and pens hanging from it. Faye just sighed and continued to look over the notebooks. Her mother was a few feet away looking for a lunch box that she could pack a nutritious meal in for Ed. Maybe she’d get one for Faye, too; she glanced at Faye, OR she could just let Faye buy lunch. She scratched her head picking up a bright orange lunch box.

Faye frowned and drooped slightly; school was starting in a matter of days. She looked around the small crowded isle full of people and school supplies and gasped as a plump woman squeezed passed her to get the last pack of pencils with cartoon characters on them. Faye didn’t care much about getting school supplies, but get school clothes was always a good thing, even if it was for school. She perked up a little remembering she was able to get new clothes.

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“Aunt Anastasia? What’re you doing here?” He asked almost stuttering.

“Well it’s nice to see my nephew, too.”

Aunt Anastasia, normally just Aunt Annie, was a woman of about five foot even. She had thick, brown curly hair that went a bit past her shoulders, and ocean blue eyes. She was a plump, dark skinned woman. And Spike was very surprised to see her.

“Um… I didn’t know you were coming today. Where’s Shin and Lin?” Spike asked craning his neck to look over and around her to see if he could spot his cousins.

“They’re in the car for now.“ Anastasia wrapped her arms around spike in a hug and squeezed him. He halfway hugged back and smiled nervously.

“I left a message on the answering machine this morning saying we were in town already. Don’t worry though, we’re staying at a hotel this time.” Annie smiled. Shin and Lin, her twin sons walked up.

“Hey!” Lin waved and smiled. He was the younger of the two, by a few minutes. He was also the more friendly. While Shin was often indifferent, Lin was inviting. He had brown hair much like his mother with blue green eyes like his father Mao Yen Rai, or Uncle Mao. His Asian features were apparently received from his father.

Shin waved with a soft “hey” also. He looked much like his brother only more serious. They were identical but dressed completely different. Shin was bitterer due to the fact that he had someone else that looked exactly like him. So he grew his hair out a bit longer and gelled the front up. He wore a red shirt while his brother wore green and he wore blue jean loose shorts while his brother wore khaki pants. They looked the same but were very different.

Spike grinned and waved to them as they walked up, “Hey, how’s it been?”

“It’s been good,” answered both boys at once. As their sentence was finished they glared slightly at each other. But soon forgot their would be argument when their mother cleared her throat, “Well Spike, ya gunna learn some manners and invite us in or are you going to let us sit out here and roast?”

Spike face faulted for a second before laughing nervously, “Would you like to come in?” He scratched the back of his head as he held the door open for them.

His Aunt walked in followed by his cousins, after they had gone to sit in the living room he closed the door and let out a breath of relief. Straightening himself up he walked into the living room, “So where’s Uncle Mao?”

Annie relaxed in her seat on the couch, with the wave of her hand she stated, “Oh, he’s here on business. I just thought the rest of us should come along to see you and your father.” She smiled, “And where is your father anyways?”

Spike sat on the arm of the couch, “He’s working. That’s usually what he does now.” He smiled and tried to make light of the conversation.

“Oh, well isn’t that nice,” she said with a smile to hide her knowing tone. “I’m glad he keeps himself busy.”

Spike nodded, “So…” He clapped his hands together not knowing how to start a conversation. He hadn’t talked to his cousins in at least two years. He didn’t know what was going on in their life and he didn’t expect them to know what was going on in his life either.

“Hey Spike, do you think you could show me some more of those cool moves?” Lin asked nearly jumping out of his seat.

“Uh, yeah, sure. If you want me to.”

“Cool!” Lin put his fists up and pretended to punch something.

“How are you doing in school?” his aunt asked.

“I’m doing fine.” He grinned.

“How good is ‘fine’? Like a B and a few C’s, or D’s and F’s?” Annie asked with a smirk on her face.

“Eh…” Spike wiggled his hand in a “so so” gesture.

“I see,” she smiled. Looking down at her watch her eyes lit up. “Oh! Looks like we wont be able to stay!” standing up she hugged Spike briefly. “We gotta go run some errands.” Shin and Lin both stood up seeming to grumble. They smiled and waved to Spike saying a short good bye before they left with their mother.

“See ya later,” waved Spike. Shutting the door he slumped over slightly. What a long visit it will be. Yeah, sure, he was happy to see his younger cousins but boy could it get hectic. It’s always that way when you have relatives visit.

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