Rebellion

Revenge

A meeting was called. The gang members stood there, looking at their leader with peering eyes. It was obvious this wasn't a regular meeting. Meetings haven't even happened in a long while, so it must've been very important.

Hiroji stood on the stage, his voice serious. Behind him was his son, having the same face as him. Both of them were very similar, but the identical feature they had was their dark green eyes. The eyes that every Setsuko had.

Next to Naoki always stood Teruo. He was his most loyal gang member, which made him his right hand. He was more loyal to Naoki than he would ever or could be towards Hiroji.

"It called to my attention that The City Fighters are trying to screw over our plans." Hiroji started, looking at his fellow followers.

He could see hate, some admiration and seriousness. But the most he saw was fear. The thing he liked the most. How else was he gonna lead The White Walls? Surely not through understanding and mercy. Show mercy once, they'll expect it all the time.

"In fact, they're doing a good job at it. So we're going to return the favor." His serious face went into a grin in a second.

They feared his reactions. They feared his mood swings. They feared what he could do next. He adored it. Why? He wasn't even pretending. He was just naturally like that. He didn't even need to bring fear into them. He just naturally did it.

The plan was obvious. The City Fighters were pretty popular for obvious reasons. They were good at selling drugs without the police noticing them.

But Hiroji didn't want them to just get in trouble with the police. He wanted something much worse. Something that'll permanently weaken that gang.

Teruo and Naoki stayed close to each other, hiding in a near bush. They almost always were together. Naoki could almost say he's the one he trusted the most in the gang, even if he was just sixteen.

They watched as they saw a hole open in the ground. So it was true.

Benjiro suspected they had an underground base just below their forest. And, as it turns out, he was completely right. He had been noticing strange noises at his own escape routes, and with this his suspections were confirmed.

Naoki didn't like this plan. It was so unnecessary, but what could he do about it? Stand up to his father and his loyal minions? He'd most likely die. What would happen to Ayase if he died? He couldn't allow it.

As soon as more men came out, The White Walls came out of their hideout. Attacking them was a bit of a problem. They weren't amatures.

Naoki fought one of them, getting creeped out and disturbed. The man had very blank eyes, his facial expression monotone even when he shot him. Even when he held a gun to his head, he was monotone. He died with that haunting face.

Men after men came towards Naoki, as if they didn't care they'll die. But what terrified him the most was that all of them looked basically the same. He didn't know if he even killed a person. Whenever he turned around, he felt like the same person rose up from the dead to back stab him. What were they? They looked unhuman. Almost zombie like.

It made his head dizzy. He didn't know if he was going somewhere while killing these people, or if he missed. They all looked too similar. It was making his senses and vision confused.

He heard a very close gunshot sound behind him while he held his head. He turned around to see a falling man, or whatever they were. He looked the same like everyone else, except he knew he didn't kill this one.

"Watch your back more, Setsuko." Teruo said, going towards the hole.

Naoki knew it was the time. He gotten oddly disoriented from this. He ran towards the hole along with Teruo.

He knew Hiroji said for Teruo to do it. But he didn't want a teenage boy doing this atrocities.

Teruo nodded to Naoki. He sighed and threw the small bomb inside the hole.

Screams of agony were heard as the stench spread. Gas. Poisonous gas.

This wasn't necessary. Naoki kept repeating. But that awful man wanted it. It was his revenge that he couldn't even do by himself. He said it was too boring of a job. Meanwhile he just fought the people in front of them, watching them drop like flies.

People inside were still screaming. Screaming and sounds of muffled breathes. Lack of air. Lack of space.

A hand tugged his leg from the hole. The man looked pleading, tears in his eyes. His face was pale, his lips blue. He couldn't breathe.

"Please..." He mustered out.

Naoki and Teruo could only look in horror. Why would he ever do this to them? Naoki couldn't help him. Teruo wanted to lend a hand, but he stopped him. As soon as Teruo wanted to argue, a foot hit the man's head back down, making all of the people who were waiting behind him fall back down.

He knew he was watching. Hiroji always was. He just came to finish the job by kicking the man back down.

"Hm, I thought I said for you to do it." Hiroji started, jumping over the hole to get to the two of them.

"Setsuko told me not to-" and of course he got punched.

"I'm your leader. I'm not dead yet, Tsukamoto." He growled at him, suddenly looking angry.

He pulled his hair, getting him close to the hole. Teruo smelled the air, making him sick. He could barely breathe. He felt a squeezing pressure on his throat.

"Don't blame the boy. It was my fault." Naoki came closer.

Teruo gave him a grin. He pulled his head down the hole.

"His fault for listening." Teruo's body was violently staggering.

It looked like he was running out of air every second and that it hurt just to be there.

"Father, we need him, don't do this." Naoki tried to be as composed as possible.

Hiroji sighed, letting him go. Teruo started falling in, but Naoki pulled him back up by the shirt.

"Ah, when he stops being useless he'll get what he deserves." Was the only thing he said before leaving.

Naoki gulped at the situation. This is exactly why he shouldn't baby him. But Ayase's words made him do stupid decisions. Decisions based out of guilt.

"Are you okay, Tsukamoto?" Naoki asked the boy, who still had problems breathing.

"I-I'll be fine." He mustered out, sounding better.

Naoki stood quiet. He sighed. Why did he always feel so guitly when it came to this child?

"Tsukamoto... Do you think I'm forcing you into this?" Naoki asked him, somehow wanting the answer from the boy.

"No. You-You're just do-doing what y-you need. You p-p-protect me when y-you can, sir." Teruo answered, his eyes closing.

"I always w-wanted a b-brother like you..." Teruo said again, his mind obviously fucked up from the gas as well.

His eyes closed as his breathing came back to normal. The kid passed out.

Naoki sighed again. He really hoped Teruo meant that.