Fishy's Adventures

Chapter Twenty-One - The Family Reunion

The last couple years have been lucky for Fishy. He has been successfully governing the IIIrd LO for ten years now and got himself in a life-risking situation only once during that time. The only coup that caught him off-guard lasted fewer than twenty days. Fishy smiled to himself. Several months have passed already since the last time he shot somebody dead. His last victim was the unfortunate German teacher and throne usurper, Bukky.
"My life is peaceful, so peaceful!" - Fishy thought, driving his weedmobile. His brother Gregory and his sister Dorothy organized a party for their youngest brother, to celebrate his anniversary of the successful reign over the IIIrd LO. While he was waiting on the lights at a junction, he was looking at the nearby restaurant that he had been invited to.
"Too peaceful." - Another thought flew through Fishy's head. Moments later he heard a loud, honking noise - a black limousine was aggressively speeding down the road and ran over a random pedestrian on its way, before making a sharp turn, powersliding across the parking lot and stopping next to the restaurant. A man on a wheelchair made his way out of the vehicle, helped by tall, buff men, all of them wearing black suits. Two of the bodyguards went to hide the corpse somewhere, the rest escorted their disabled boss to the restaurant.
"Greg" - Fishy recognized his older brother. He always looked up to him, though he would never, ever openly admit it. He could never get enough of that "criminal mastermind" action his brother continuously provided, even in spite of his disability..
Another honking sound cut short his daydreaming. The light has long since changed to green, and he didn't drive through the junction.
"Okay, okay. I'm in such a good mood today that I won't even bother to beat up the stupid impatient asshole who wouldn't wait until I move out of the way!"
Fishy parked his car in a rather slapdash manner and entered the restaurant.
He was greeted by a rain of confetti and fanfares, which were played by a band, hired by Greg a couple days back.
"The old man likes to live it up!" - Fishy thought as he was greeting his brother and sister.
"Long time no see, Dori! What's up, Greg? Good to see you all again! Let's sit down and have a meal together, shall we?" - Fishy said.
"Let's pretend I didn't hear that." - Gregory said, looking at his wheelchair and laughing warmly. He truly was the soul of the party.
They started dining. Fishy felt his heart throbbing slightly harder than usual. For a while he thought this is because of the family reunion. Then he remembered that he hadn't smoked any weed for hours. Since he didn't care about his family anyway, he took a blunt from an elegant blunt case and started smoking. Greg frowned, his good mood leaving him the moment he saw the drug in Ian's hands. Dora didn't give a damn, she got used to it during the time she lived with Fishy during their childhood.
"So you hadn't put down marijuana, brother?" - Greg was quite disappointed with his brother. - "It's going to kill you."
"Don't be silly, Greg! Ganja never killed anyone, why don't you give it a try?"
"No, thank you, no. Maybe later. I'm more interested about your life. Ian. You don't call. You don't write. If I didn't have my sentries deployed all over the city, I wouldn't have known that Bukky captured you! Nice job getting rid of this pest, he deserved it. What I don't understand though, is why you needed help from that insignificant, underage wannabe."
"It's not like I couldn't escape by myself, Greg. Ha-ha! I just wanted to spare myself the effort, you know. I don't really get why he chose to rescue me in the first place. Well, his choice. I will eliminate him last."
Fishy stopped there. Dorothy was taking a selfie, while Greg was looking clearly shaken. He spoke up:
"Ian, seriously. You can't be that despotic forever! You saw what happened to you when you had let your guard down. Though I don't tolerate your addiction, I can understand how it feels. Your arrogance, however, will be your doom one day. You should know better than that, it got you into trouble too many times already. At least try to be a fair ruler of your school. It's not like I care about the fates of these petty students, but at least keep them in check. You don't want another revolt. I'm speaking from my own experience."
Dora spoke up for the first time:
"Greg is riiiite, you totally shud chill out! Have some fun, don't bother bullying everyone around you!"
"Shut up, you didn't accomplish anything in your life anyway, you waste of sperm!" - Fishy had no brakes at all when it came to being a meanie towards Dorothy.
"Well, he's kinda right...- Greg admitted, before being interrupted by Ian.
"Bro, let's not interfere in each other's lives. I totally respect what you've accomplished, but let the little Ian also achieve something. But, unlike you, I don't need to employ thugs to.."
"They're not thugs! These are highly qualified bodyguards. Each of them could rival your hand-to-hand combat skills."
"Whatever, you grandpa. I do my business, you do yours."
"... Ian.. You know that I want to keep us all safe. Unlike our father. I have to do all these things myself, even if I am to give orders from this goddamn wheelchair." - Dora chuckled, interrupting Greg. - "You think who sent the old dog who called himself our „dad" to the afterlife when he turned into a living wreck? I'm a guardian angel of this family. This city is on its knees right before me. I'm not your enemy and you wouldn't like to be on my bad side. I warn you. You're still my little brother and you owe me some respect."
"I don't give a damn, Greg. I accomplished things in life too, you know? Remember how hard you had to study for that Architecture degree while I totally aced Math a few years later? Remember how you always got beaten up by our late dad, like a loser? While I didn't? Remember how you became crippled for life after acting like a total moron and basically letting the bad guys shoot you? You're a failure, Greg. I'm the youngest, the most energetic and I'm going to run this family no matter what your plans towards everyone are. We don't need a goddamn crip as a leader."
The music stopped playing. The waiters hid in the kitchen. Even Dorothy stopped browsing Facebook. Greg opened his mouth, trying to say something, but he was too shocked to think of any reply. A thug in the corner looked questioningly at his boss. He nodded.
"Enough of this nonsense. I consider this party over. I shall not forget this offense, Ian." - Greg said, while being taken out kf the restaurant by his bodyguards.
A moment of silence followed.
"Greg has no chiiiillll!" - Dorothy was still being an annoying valley girl despite all what had happened. - "Although I'd totally leave town if I were you. Or, like, I don't know, apologise to him?"
Fishy stood up, unimpressed.
He could have foreseen that this party was gonna be the lamest ever.