Conflicted (Brothers Conflict)

Chapter Fifteen

It had been a few weeks since Natsume had opened everyone's eyes. I still couldn't believe he'd done what he did. It was by far the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me and it made my home life a hell of a lot easier. After everyone got to hear the stories from my students, my siblings finally understood I wasn't a delinquent, just an unorthodox vigilante and they all approved. Ema and Yusuke had been busy studying for finals and entrance exams. The elder Asahina brothers thought it would be a good idea to take a small break out of the country. Ema needed a passport. Dad had done all the work when it came to getting my passport I showed up to sign some stuff and take a picture, but he was still overseas and couldn't help her.

I was working the night shift at the club with Max. It was pretty quiet for a Friday night. We didn't have a lot of guests; the younger guests were all busy with exams of their own. My phone buzzed incessantly from the counter.

It was Masaomi. "Masaomi-san, is everything okay-?"

"Is Ema with you?" He asked me in a hurry.

"No, she said she was stopping by Ukyo-san's office for the documents for her passport after school, she should be home by now. Has anyone seen her?"

"Ah, no one's heard from her. She's not answering her phone."

My heart started to race. "Call me the minute you hear anything." I hung up and bolted for the door, "MAX EMERGENCY!"

I flew out of the club into the pouring rain and took off toward the park Natsume and I used to run at peering through every shop and café window as I went. Where the hell was she? What happened? I dialed her number as I sprinted through the park there was no sign of her. Her phone went to voicemail after a few rings. She ignored my call! A worrisome thought crossed my mind, what if someone kidnapped her and was ignoring all of her calls! My blood began to boil. If anyone laid a hand on my baby sister, there was no being on heaven or earth that could save them from me.

"EMA!" I screamed her name as I sprinted through the city like a madwoman searching alleys, shops, cafes arcades and even bars to make sure no one had dragged her in.

I was soaked to the bone, it was freezing outside, but it didn't hinder me, nothing could stop me. I had to find her! As I sprinted down a dead-end alley, I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end as I sensed movement behind me.

"Well, well, what do we have here? A pretty little kitten stepped onto my turf." A voice sounded from behind me.

I turned around to find a gang of guys each one a cliché from every single bike gang ever, there was greased back hair, leather, and even a few overexaggerated pompadours. A few held chains, some had lead pipes. It was like I walked into an episode of some cliché anime about bikers. The leader had high waisted pants with bandages wrapped around his waist and wore his jacket open to reveal a few minor scars that he'd probably gotten from wiping out on his bike. None of these losers had ever been in a real fight. Their ineptness was about the equivalent of them bringing knives to a gun fight.

"You losers picked the wrong night to fuck with me." I glowered as they tried to surround me.

"Listen up, sweet thing, its just little old you against all of us, do you really thin-." The leader cut off as I darted forward with a powerful right hook to his bare sternum. I could hear the familiar crunch of bone and pulled back my fist increasing the impact of my hit sending him flying three meters back into a cluster of garbage bins.