VAGABOND

XX: WHAT IN XXXTARNATION

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"Aye Gabu!" Sutō smiled as he dapped him up. "Thanks for having us man, we all needed this after the week we've had."

Gabu kissed his teeth. "No problem man, y'all my boys—any time!" He assured as they entered the foyer.

Suto looked around intrigued. "Hey, who that girl that was sitting on the couch the whole time, you know her?"

Gabu pondered. "Ohhh, you mean the redbone? She came with a couple of the girls that slid through, I don't know her fo'real tho', why?"

Sutō chuckled. "Kami been staring at her all night man, he was tripping and didn't want to go talk to her!"

Gabu looked apprehensive. "I don't know man—" He kissed his teeth. "Maybe it was best he didn't, she seem a little weird!"

"That's his type vro!" Sutō laughed.

Both Sutō and Gabu continued their lively banter while Kūrī and Besū lingered quietly in the kitchen, observing the scene from a distance.

"Are we gonna tell Kami and dem' about the body?" Kūrī whispered to Besū, still standing by the kitchen island as everyone exited the room.

Besū gave a vacant look. "Not now, let's just get through the rest of the week first."
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Earlier That Day ...

As a bruised and weary Kamiwaii, along with Sutō, Kure, and Kodomo, slowly made their way back to Buaisōna, the remainder of the group, including Chādo, retraced their steps to the old, abandoned building they had visited just the previous weekend. The journey was strenuous for Kamiwaii and his companions, who were visibly battered and exhausted, while the others walked with a sense of purpose, eager to return to the site that held so many recent memories and unanswered questions.

Now, standing just outside the building, Chādo's face was marked with confusion, trying to make sense of the situation before him. "Y'all was really all the way out here with Kami last weekend?"

Besū pursed his lips. "He said that it was important for him to come here so we came with em'!" He shrugged.

Kūrī looked around, carefully scanning the area for any clues or familiar signs that might indicate the whereabouts of the rest of the group. "They were definitely here—" He murmured, a hint of certainty in his voice. "I can still feel their essence lingering."

Tankue kissed his teeth. "Let's stop pussyfooting around and just bust up in there man!" He eagerly suggested.

"Tank, chill out vro! We're gonna head inside— but we need to be on 10, we don't know what or even who is in there!" Kūrī insisted.

"What y'all scared?" Tankue mugged as air blew out of his nose.

"Ain't nobody scared Tank, just—come on then, but you stay in the back—make sure we ain't being followed.

Tank rolled his eyes. "Whatever, y'all just don't piss ya' pants if something pop out!" He mugged.

They all approached the front entrance cautiously, noting the broken chains and splattered blood around the doorframe, which hung slightly ajar. The scene filled them with concern as they exchanged uneasy glances, bracing themselves for whatever they might find inside. With a deep breath, they prepared to step into the unsettling darkness beyond the threshold.

Stepping over shattered glass and charred remnants of furniture, Furai caught sight of a staircase leading up to the offices. "Hey, look up there!" He called out, pointing towards the dim glow coming from the top of the stairs. "There's a light!"

Without any hesitation, Tankue broke away from the back of the group and sprinted up the flight of stairs. Besū's eyebrows furrowed in concern. "TANK! Tank, where are you—"

As Tankue reached the corridor, he noticed the light spilling from one of the offices further down the hall. With quick pace, he swiftly headed toward it, the rest of the group following closely behind.

Standing at the corridor's edge, the group's eyes fell upon a chilling scene—Tankue stood motionless and stunned, frozen in the doorway of the office. This was a stark departure from his usual demeanor, a clear sign that something was deeply wrong.

"Tank—Wha—what is it, vro?" Kinso asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Yo, Tank actually looks shook yall—Sum' not right," Chādo whispered, anxiety rising.

Tankue, still staring into the office, slowly turned his head to face them, his face sunken. "This—this n*gga dead."

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Besū pushed through the group towards Tankue. "Wait, who?" He asked urgently.

Tankue pointed towards the office, shrugging his shoulders. As Besū's gaze settled on the gruesome scene, his expression turned to one of horror. Shattered glass was scattered across the old wooden floor, blood smeared across the back wall, and a withered old man lay slumped in front of an end table. The rest of the group cautiously approached the doorframe.

"Who is that?" Chādo asked quietly as they all edged into the office, trying to comprehend the shocking sight before them.

"That must be the doctor Kami needed to see!" Kūrī said.

Furai's brows furrowed. "Aye, what happened? Kami and dem' couldn't have done this, right?" He asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Kūrī frowned, deep in thought. "They were here, I can still smell their scent."

Chādo approached the old man, kneeling to examine the scene. "Chādo, what are you doing? Get back!" Besū urged, grabbing at his shoulder.

Chādo shrugged off Besū's hand. "Look, man, there's a blade in the old dude's hand. And look at his throat!"

The group leaned in, staring at the old man's neck, which bore a long, deep cut. "Either he tried to put up a fight, or he had no fight left!" Chādo noted grimly.

Kūrī shook his head. "Kami and dem' wouldn't have killed this old man yall."

"Clearly, those wounds are self-inflicted—" Besū said, trying to piece things together. "—but why would he kill himself, and what's their connection to this?"

"We need to get rid of the body!" Tankue suggested casually.

Everyone turned to Tankue, their faces a mix of confusion and concern.

Kinso threw his hands up in frustration. "What the hell are you talking about, Tank? Get rid of it for what?"

"If they did do this we can't have nobody finding this old a** n*gga like this, y'all wanna see them go to jail?"

"Why would they do this, they wouldn't do no sh*t like that, specially no old man vro. Rob him, most definitely, but kill em', hell nah vruh!" Furai interjected.

Tankue reached out for the old man. "F*ck all that man, we need to move this body—"

Besū placed a firm grip on Tankue's shoulder, enabling him to move. "The old man killed himself. But either way it go, this is a crime scene now. If anybody cares about this old man being here, they will come and check on him. If they find em' like this, the police will definitely be called and they will find all kinds of evidence of all of us being here."

"So what are you saying?" Chādo asked.

Besū paused. "We will get rid of the body—and any sign that anybody was ever here."