Macau x Chay

Chapter 1

People were shouting all around Macau as they rushed around the hospital. Nurses were coming in and out of the operating theatre, blood covering their blue scrubs. He tried to get some information from someone, anyone, but they all just rushed off. Ever since Pete called him earlier, telling him Vegas had been shot and was in surgery, he was in a constant state of panic. He didn't think this would happen, when his father told him they were going to take over the Main family, he was so sure they would win, he didn't expect it to be like this. When he arrived wondering where their father was in all this chaos, Pete had told him his father was dead, shot by his uncle. Anger rushed through him before dread took over, his father was dead, and now he's going to lose Vegas too.

More panic flowed through him as doctors and nurses rushed out of the theatre in blood-soaked clothes others went in, he couldn't stand it. Where was Pete? Why couldn't he go see his brother? His blood boiled in anger and when the next person left the operating room, he ran in, navigating the sanitized hallways, finding the room Vegas was being treated in, and stormed in. Blood was all over his brother's naked torso, many people were surrounding him cutting into his skin, and pulling out bullet after bullet. He could smell a mixture of blood and antiseptics, hear all the monitors beeping, screaming at him before they made a constant sound, flatline. No, he thought, this can't be happening.

The doctors placed patches on Vegas' chest, 'Clear!' someone shouted, and his brother's body jolted before going still again. 'Clear!', another jolt, the heart monitor still screaming its constant noise. 'I'm calling it' one of the doctors said, no! No, you can't! You have to keep trying. Macau couldn't move, couldn't talk as he watched the doctors leave the room, leaving his brother's dead body on the operating table.

No, no. 'No!' Macau shot up from the chair he was in and let out a deep breath as his eyes adjusted to the dark room he was in, and lay on Vegas' sleeping figure, still breathing, still alive. He lay back in the armchair wondering when he fell asleep took another breath wiping away the tears he had formed in his dream, listening to the comforting beep of the heart monitor. Macau looked towards the clock, 10:00 pm, he relaxed into his chair before hearing voices outside the door. Instantly he was alert, a knock on the door and a soft call made him relax again as he recognized Pete's voice asking if he was able to come in. Macau got up and opened the door for him not expecting Porsche to be with him. Curious, he let both into the room and went back to his spot on the armchair while Porsche sat on the table at the end of Vegas' bed. Pete went over to Vegas, checking over him, making sure everything was ok as he always did before coming and sitting next to Porsche.

'Macau,' Porsche said, drawing his attention to him.

'Mm?' he replied.

'I know it has only been a day since Vegas came out of surgery, but I have a job I need you to do if that's alright with you'.

Macau looked at him shocked, he thought that once Porsche became head of the Minor family, he would be kicked out and left to fend for himself, but then again, he had never seen Porsche as cruel. 'You want me to work for you?' he said. At Porsche's expression, he realized that might have come off differently than what he intended, 'I just mean,' he backtracked, 'I was sort of expecting you to kick me out or something since our family tried to take over and everything'.

Porsche gave Macau a sad smile, 'it would be wrong to put your father's sins on to you,' he said, 'and besides, Mr. Korn has already said he'll take responsibility for you'.

A dark look crossed Macau's face at the mention of his uncle but soon left as he thought about Porsche's proposal. 'What do you want me to do exactly?'

Porsche and Pete shared a look, nodding at each other before Porsche continued, 'Well, since I am now head of the minor clan and I am letting you stay at the Minor house, Pete thought you might face controversy from others if I let you stay there for free.'

Macau thought about it; yes, he probably would. He had a free pass in staying at the Minor house before since his dad was the head, but as he has no relation to Porsche, he would be expected to 'earn his keep' so to say. Macau looked back to Porsche, 'go on'.

'I need you to train someone,' he said.

Macau let out a short laugh, 'Training? Aren't there other, better people to get for this job?'

Porsche continued, 'Yes, but I want you to train them since it's my little brother and I trust you'. Macau thought about it, he had heard Porsche had a younger brother that he had to take care of, but other than that, not much else. Besides, the fact that Porsche had nothing to do with the mafia before Kinn, meant that his brother probably had no experience in the sort of world he was now involved in. Also, Porsche's trust in him to teach his brother would be a statement to everyone else at the Minor house that, the proposal would not only benefit Porsche but Macau as well.

'Ok, when do I need to start'.

Porsche took a breath of relief, 'Tomorrow, I'm showing him his room so after that I will introduce you two and you can start training him how you see fit.'

Macau nodded, starting to come up with a rough idea of how to train someone. He had never been put in charge of training someone else, so he referred to the way he was trained, keeping in mind the person he is training has had no experience whatsoever or he assumed so.

Macau's attention was drawn back to Porsche as he called out his name, 'this means you will have to come back to the Minor house tonight.'

Macau looked past Porsche and to the unconscious Vegas, then looked to Pete who gave a small smile, 'don't worry, if anything happens, I will make sure to tell you'.

Macau nodded, he got up and walked over to Vegas' bed, holding his hand before following Porsche out of the hospital room, leaving his brother in Pete's capable hands.

Macau followed Porsche out of the hospital and into the back of a black car, where they traveled to the Minor Clan's house in comfortable silence. When they arrived, Macau could already tell the difference between when his father was head to now. Simply put, it was cleaner. There were fewer people roaming around looking rough, rather there were one or two people standing guard, but no one else was in sight. Macau went in and looked at Porsche, 'I'm assuming my room hasn't moved?'

Porsche let out a short laugh, 'I made sure no one touched any of your family's stuff, including your Dad's so that you can sort that out yourself.'

Macau scoffed, 'just get rid of everything of his, he has nothing of worth anyway'. Porsche just looked at Macau and gave a nod, 'well, I'm going to my room now' Macau stated as he started to walk away from Porsche, leaving Porsche looking after him worrying about how he going to handle everything that has been thrown at him.

Macau walked into his bedroom, closing, and locking the door behind him. He let out a breath before turning around and taking in his room. Porsche was true to his word, nothing in his room had been touched, it was exactly how he left it. There were clothes chucked in the corner, his gaming console still out on the table in front of his tv, and his old textbooks chucked in the bin. Now that he had finished school, he never had to use them again. He walked over to his bed and collapsed in it thinking about the last time he lay in it, carefree, thinking everything will be ok. A time when his father was still alive, and his brother has been his usual brooding self, when he didn't have to worry about what he was going to do the next day and could do what he wanted, oh, how quickly everything can change.

Remembering why he was back at the Minor house, Macau got up from his bed and went to his couch getting a pen and notebook and writing down everything he learned from his trainers and family while growing up. He finished writing down everything and started looking through the list he created, sorting what would be best and fastest to learn for a beginner, getting a general idea of where to start to train Porsche's little brother. When Macau's eyes started drooping and sleep threatened him, he chucked the notebook onto the table and made his way back to his bed, the events of the last few days catching up to him pulling him into a deep sleep.