Back to the Old Ways

At Kyle's roar of enough, Kari looked at Mitch, who grinned at her. He loosened his grip but didn't let go until he was torn away. As soon as the pressure and the strength from Mitch holding her up was released, she fell to the ground on her knees. Kyle was on her in an instant, making sure his sister was okay. Mitch walked with a swagger towards Brandon. Kari knew it was because he was waiting for the word to drag her into the house, lock the doors and spend his reward to its fullest. Looking up at Kyle she shook off his hands, "I'm fine, Kyle." She told him, watching behind to see what Mitch would do.

Mitch started bragging as he walked over to Dragon, pushing Tyson to the ground and Kari clenched her hands on the grass. That little prick better think twice about touching her. She would not go down easy, she had fought fairly because it was an initiation. If that no longer mattered, she would use any means necessary to get away. She noticed the look on Brandon's face, it was one of pure loathing and she knew it would turn deadly soon. Especially if he kept talking the way he did. Brandon would never allow the gang to be taken over by a pussy wantabe.

Kari laughed slightly and leaned against the tree, Brandon was grinning, never a good thing. At his words, she matched her boyfriend's grin. She listened intently before noticing that Mitch looked over his shoulder, she looked back at him, no fear on her face. As Mitch turned back, Dragon slammed his fist into Mitch's face. Kari felt everyone flinch. She herself didn't move. The pussy never had a chance to do anything, the power and speed in which Dragon threw his punches were too fast. She finally moved to look at her brother, there was only a grim look on his face.

Finally he stopped and Kari watched as he pulled out his gun without even blinking, a bullet was sent into Mitch's leg which made the backyard echo with his screams of pain. Brandon stowed the gun and began talking about how the gang is like a family and everyone looks out for each other as such. He ended with, "Kari is my girl." After the display of power, no one wanted to challenge either Dragon, his rules or touch his girl. Four including Kyle rushed forward to drag Mitch out and toss him carelessly five feet down the sidewalk. Brandon came to check her wounds and Kari looked up at him, love and respect in her eyes. The true leader was back, now the gang could operate to the full potential. "Welcome back, Dragon." she said, bowing her head in respect.

His eyes went to Kari a mixture of emotions in his eyes. His voice was soft towards her but there was still the bit of undertone to it that he used when speaking to Mitch. "Should I tell them our arrangement, or would you like me to forget we ever had the conversation up stairs?" He helped her to her feet though leaving her body exposed to the gang. Normally he would have covered her from others eyes, but she hadn't answered yet about their bet.

Kyle was working on getting Mitch down the two blocks. As he neared the end of it he threw Mitch's unconscious body on the ground and called for an old contact to pick him up. Kyle began his trek back to his house while the other three followed him. There was idle chatter about how cold Brandon had been to Mitch, and what exactly set Brandon off about it. "Dragon is just that, a beast. He won't tolerate anything that will harm others in the gang, especially his woman. So make sure that if you want to bang a chick in the Fangs, you don't go for My sister. I'm fast but he'll get you before I could."

Kari shook her head and replied back just as softly, "It was a stupid bet, Ryu." She allowed him to help her up. She wanted to cover herself, but it was a form of weakness. Besides, after the display of power Brandon had just showed, they would be foolish to try anything. She leaned into him and whispered, "I got cocky....I would rather you punish me upstairs than allow the gang that privilege. Kari looked to the gang briefly and they looked down at the ground. "Look at them Ryu," she crooned his name, "They are not wanting anything to do with me now. They all treat me with the respect that I have deserved...The respect that I was shown at the start before Mitch came along.

Kari looked past the yards and thought about how Mitch did weasel his way in and she shook her head, there would be time for that later. "Dragon," she clasped her right hand to her left pec and keeled. "Dragon!" She said audibly enough. This was in acknowledgement of the leader. She didn't notice if the rest of the gang followed suit; rising after a moment, she smiled from hooded eyes and leaned into him. "I'm going inside to change and try to heal some of these wounds." She thought for a moment and smiled, light barely shining. "A bubble bath would be perfect." she winked at him and walked for the house.

Brandon gave a slight nod as she spoke how stupid the bet was. Then again what better way to test loyalty then to bait and hook the gang? Hearing his name he turned his head looking over the small mob of followers the gang had. It wasn't nearly the size it used to be but it was a good number to start at. "Go about your business. Heal your wounds and keep an ear open from your three leaders. I'll be assigning lieutenants jobs later in the week, but for now don't start trouble or engage anything outside of our immediate turf is that clear?" Upon the Fang's favorable reply he turned walking back towards the house. Stopping suddenly he turned back around once again. "One more thing. This house is not the Fang's property. This is my house and it shall be respected as such. I will find proper accommodations and then notify you of the change."

He thought about covering her up once again, but should he? He had to be a leader, which meant he couldn't be biased towards anyone. If another female Fang had that happen he wouldn't do anything for her, but on the other hand this was his girl and it was his job to protect her. No not in the sight of the gang it wouldn't be right, however with his new rule of the house in effect it would mean if he was walked in on babying her then it wasn't bias. He began walking away back towards the house once again this time not stopping until he was inside. The meeting was officially over and he could go about his personal business, which was going to take a while. He needed to reacquaint himself with his room through dusting and cleaning the bedding that he had left there. He checked the fridge, and his presumption was correct, there wasn't any real food in there. A sigh came from his lips as he closed the door, he did put himself in this situation though claiming he was head of the house now. He moved upstairs to the bathroom in the hall turning on the water so it could heat up for Kari. He found a container of salt that had been there forever and a day, then poured it into the warm water so her wounds would heal better.

Kari smiled slightly at Brandon's nod of approval and waited as he added the last say, and smiled slightly. The Fangs enjoyed the house; parties and instances were they 'took care' of Kari but Brandon showed them that that time was now over. Turning on her heel she walked back to the house and up the stairs to her room, planning on having a good bubble bath. She noticed that Brandon had cleaned his room as she walked past it and smiled before grabbing a pair of tight black jeans, black tank top and matching bra. Her hair ties were already around her wrist. She sighed and walked back to the bathroom.

Mitch was gone; though there were still a few pervs left, at the very least he was gone. The rest of them would back off now, though she wasn't sure for how long. She was bound to leave sooner or later, but at the very least they would protect her. Dragon was back and no one wanted to mess with him. At least no one with a good head on their shoulders. Raising her head she saw she was at the bathroom already, and she could hear running water. Smiling she pushed open the door and saw Brandon drawing a bath for her. "Hey..." she said, setting her clothes on the very old wicker style blue laundry basket. "Thank you. But I'm not completely defenseless." She bit her tongue as soon as she said the words. "I'm sorry Love. After you left, I became self-dependent." She laughed softly as she shed her shoes, socks and pants. Standing in front of him in only her lacy bra and matching g-string.

Brandon had been thinking for a few moments when the door opened. "I know you aren't helpless." He said softly as he looked up. Her lacy undergarments damn near in his face. "Such naughty clothing, is that because I'm home?" He teased pulling his shirt off and tossing it onto the back of the toilet. He was careful of where she had been hit and kissed her neck softly. "Anyways how said this bath was for you huh? Maybe I wanted one." He teased his lips moving closer to her ear whispering. "You know how big of a dick I can be." his voice putting emphasis on his words. He pulled away with a grin. "The bath is all yours love. I'll wait for you downstairs."

He closed the door after stepping out of it and went down the hall back to his room to grab his cell phone. "Kyle stop the gang before they leave the house." His voice seemed to go back to the way it was while he fought with Mitch a little while before. "They need to learn by example." He went down the Stairs seeing that kyle was down there and went outside the front where the gang had been stopped. "I know I said you could leave but I have another matter to discuss with you." He pointed to Kyle continuing his statement. "That you aren't going to like." He turned his attention back to the gang. "I've got a feeling Ego is what ruined the Fangs, egotistical, arrogant, and possibly ignorance." He sighed thinking on his words for a moment. "I'll explain it like this. Put up or shut up! Mitch made a bet against me and lost, Kari made a bet with me and lost. Mitch got an ass kicking because he was arrogant. Kari lost because of Ego." A growl came from his lips at his own bitter words. "The bet she made was that if she couldn't beat Mitch in a fight she'd let everyone in the gang fuck her. Now understand this here and now. Kari is MY girl, but I have an obligation as Dragon to see the bet through. You each get to fuck her, and she doesn't know it's coming. Kyle you are to stay outside the bathroom door and make sure she doesn't leave it. This is your only chance, no more than three at a time and don't cum inside." His eyes seemed like he could rip the head of anyone before him as his own rage seeped from his mouth. "Go."

Kari smiled and nodded, laughing at his joke. Replying quickly with "Something like that," she stepped back as he rose and took off his shirt. She took a quick moment to rub her hands up his chest, starting with his stomach, before he kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. She was already imagining laying in bed, cuddling up to him after the welcome home present she gave him. When he moved closer and whispered in her ear, she gave him a moan, his hot breath on her ear causing her whole body to twitch. Kari didn't move and nodded, "I know fully well, Dragon." she replied, then looked down at his dick. Dragon pulled away grinning and said the words Kari already knew. "Thanks love." She nodded and walked to the bath and he exited letting her know where he'd be. Waiting until he was outside and down the stairs she said, "I love you Ryu." Quickly shedding her bra and panties, she pulled her hair up into a tight bun and slid into the steaming bath, hissing slightly as the salt water hit her open wounds. "Fucking Mitch...." She sighed and closed her eyes relaxing. Keeping her ears open, as always.

Kari fell into a light sleep, thinking about the bet she made and how stupid it was. It was because of her cocky attitude that she lost...Well at least she was safe now. Brandon wouldn't follow through with it. Sliding more into the bath, she allowed her neck to soak for a few second before splashing the water on her face. She heard talking downstairs but ignored it. Probably just Brandon and her brother talking. Smiling she looked around the bathroom, it was all the same, right down to the poster she stuck to the ceiling, heavily faded with water damage. Her favorite star as a kid, Johnathan Taylor Thomas. Laughing slightly she shook her head, she would have to take that down. Wouldn't want the Fangs knowing that she was in love with him. Closing her eyes again, she relaxed. It was only for a moment, she heard the door open and she said without opening her eyes, "Care to join me, Babe?" she opened her eyes, they instantly grew dark. "Dragon, you fucking dick!" She screeched as three rushed her. She jumped out of the bath lithely, wiping her feet on the bathmat to prevent slipping and got ready to fight. They came at her at once, and she shouldered her way out, spearing a few and dodging out of the third's grasp. They had shut the door behind them and so she turned the knob and ran out the door.

The noise coming from within the bathroom made Kyles skin crawl. Soon though he heard the door open and his arm went out as a reflex, his orders were clear. He caught his sister not letting her from his grasp until two of the three had a good hold of her. He felt bad at first, but she was the one that made the bet, although he was glad he didn't have to partake in it other than guarding the door. He closed the door once she was dragged back into the bathroom and leaned against it so she couldn't break free again.

Brandon was sitting in a chair downstairs looking channel to channel on the television finding nothing interesting. He went into the garage and found something to occupy his mind during the time his girl was indisposed. He started hitting the punching bag that had been hung in the garage for a good while now, the bag worn but not yet to the point of it breaking. The sounds coming from the bag offered little bit of relief and the tension he was having as the leader of the Fangs was easing away.

Kari was shoved back in and she got a short glance, "Kyle?!" She said incredulously before the door closed in her face. The two that had her were a few that had been there from the beginning and she shouldered them off. "Look guys I don't want to hurt-" Dennis grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the bathroom wall. She yelped in pain, "Okay..Maybe I'll have to." She went to punch him and Dennis pushed her to the floor- ontop of a waiting Connor. He quickly slammed his already hard dick into her pussy and she screamed. It was loud enough for Kyle and Brandon to hear. She closed her mouth and fought against them, it was only when Dennis's dick slammed into her ass and she started to scream again did Cry gag her with his own dick. The three of them started going at it, Dennis the first to cum, he pulled out quickly, making her groan in pain and shot his load at the shower walls.

Cry laughed and grunted as he felt teeth catch the tip, "You little bitch!" he yelled pulling back and slapping her face. Kari grunted and looked at him, one eye closed and teeth gritted, "You don't think I survived the Southside Demons by just letting them take me, do you?" she asked as Connor pushed her off and stood, hitting the shower as well. She slid across the floor and knocked her head against the tiled walls. Shaking it off, she stood and looked at Cry, "You still want to try it?" She asked as Dennis and Connor left the room. Cry shoved her against the tile and pinned her. "Your ass and pussy won't bite me." He shoved her over and slammed his dick into the first hole he found. Kari screamed as her ass was ripped open again. The thoughts flying through her head at this point were fucked up and perverted. She wanted to kill Brandon after this, but realized it was because she had an ego. Time had done that to her, and as leader, she had to have some. She allowed him to brutally take her before he pulled out and shot his load at the toilet. He turned to look at her, "You know that I am totally and completely against this. I would rather not have Dragon beat my ass for it." He turned and left the room.

Kari watched him go and shook her head, "I've always liked you Cry," She said with a smile. The next wave came in and she was ready for them, fighting as much as she could before they dominated each hole, no one making sure to cum inside her, all aimed for either the shower or toilet. Kari would never be able to look Brandon in the face for a while, and she was planning on going back to her apartment after this. The third wave came and her energy from fighting was wearing down. She normally had help, and it was never against her own people. Each hole was dominated again and she fought when she could, she started to have flash backs from when she ran into the SD, this time Serge wasn't here to save her, nor were her friends. It was then that she gave up. Allowing them to have their way with her, she slowly learned her lesson. She had already tried to break out again and she felt pressure on the door, knowing her brother was locking her in. Placing her palm on the door, she whispered, "Sorry Kyle..." before she was ripped back and a dick shoved in every open whole.

Two more waves came at her and she allowed them to do what they wanted. Some of the members told her that they would rather just jack off to memories of old girlfriends and the Playboy mags that they had hid in this bathroom. She thanked them, in which they bowed to her and replied with, "Dying is not what we had envisioned in the next 24 hours." Kari laughed and sat against the wall, resting until the last wave came. She let them to have their fun and she collapsed against the cool tiled floor. Closing her eyes she called to the door, "Kyle...you can let me out now..."

Brandon beat on the bag even harder than he had thought possible. Hitting it relentlessly as though he was fighting for his life. His anger was welling up inside of him as he punched over and over again. His arms began to strain as he continued the onslaught on the bag not caring about anything except the trouble his order had put his girl in. How he hated himself right now his mind not even focused on the fact his knuckles were now bloody from the worn punching bag. Hatred was nestled deep within his eyes as the bag turned into himself standing before him.

Kyle moved from the door his hand turning the knob to open it. remorse was around him as he bowed to his younger sibling, and his underling within the gang. "Forgive me." He said softly not expecting any answer from her. This was probably the worst betrayal she had ever felt this far in her life, most likely worse than when they left her there alone to live their lives. The noises in the house had all stopped and everyone with respect was bowing to their third in command. Everyone except Brandon who was still beating the bag hard enough for it to echo up from the basement, sounds as though someone was being beat senseless.

Kari rose slightly, pushing up on her arms, muscles straining. Now on her knees, she stood straight and looked at the shower with disdain, she turned back to the gang, who was all bowing. She reached for her brother and touched his shoulders, "Rise, all of you." There was an unnatural quirk to her tone as she said, "Do not bow to me, never bow to me. You offer your necks to me; at this point that would be a stupid thing to do." she rose and walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to her room, closing the door. Five minutes later, she opened it, black baggy clothes on and a black messenger bag across her shoulders. "Kyle, don't follow me." She walked down the stairs, black combat boots clunking on the steps. The gang could hear the door open and slam close from upstairs.

Kari walked the way back to her old apartment, using the fire escape to get to her window and unlocking the window before climbing in. She looked around her sparse apartment and sighed before pulling out her cd case and put in Bad Religion's Suffer cd. The apartment filled with punk rock music as she went to take a scalding shower. Washing off blood and dirt she sighed as she stood, letting the water run over her. Her scars on her knuckles showed plainly, the three broken ones from fighting off SD and the two that were fractured. She looked down at her breasts, she saw the scar across her chest that a thug gave to her a month ago; only heat showed it. Kari sighed and turned off the water before stepping out of the shower and drying herself off quickly, pulling her hair up in a quick and messy bun. Punk rock still blasted through the house as she pulled on bra and a tank top, the light of a fight showing in her eyes. She was ready for a good scrap. The song Do what you Want came on and Kari grinned as she pulled on a pair of faded blue jeans, black socks and her boots again. She sang to one of the lyric, "Do all you can, break all the fucking rules and go to hell with Superman, and die like a champion yeah hey!" she laughed and walked over to turn it off. As she did so, she heard her neighbor playing I want to be sedated. "I love you Marlin." she said as she knocked three times on the wall. The music turned up and she sang along with it until it ended. The music turned down and she heard a knock on her door. Kari walked over and opened it.

The face of her old neighbor Marlin was on the other side, "Now there's the sweet face of Kari Kane that I haven't seen in a while..." he said, smiling widely, his old face crinkling as he smiled. Kari ushered him in. "How have you been?" she asked as she started to pack her clothes back into her bag. The old man smiled again, "Not bad at all. You seem to be growing each time I see you." Kari stood and smiled, pulling her bag over her shoulder. "I was the same height I was the last time I saw you Mar." Marlin shook his head again. "There is something different about you. You are stronger." He hugged her quickly. "I see you are on the move again. Make sure you visit your old man every once in a while. I'm sure he wants to see you too." He walked out of the apartment, smiling once more at her, worry showing in the lines on his forehead and face. Kari followed him out and locked the door behind her. "I'll try, Mar. Take care of yourself." Marlin turned and smiled again before walking back into his apartment, Ramones still playing. Kari laughed, Marlin's teenage grandson loved the band.

Kari started back home, thinking about what she was going to say to Brandon. Nothing came to her and she shook her head, improv at it's finest. The old house loomed closer and she heard a cop car coming and she turned to it, bowing her head to him as he passed. The cop honked his horn once and flew on past, sirens blaring. She waited for thirty seconds before rising again. The cops around here had a hard on for her, those around her apartment loved and looked after her. Shaking her head again, she walked into the house, shedding off her shoes and walking back up to her room. Dropping her bag on the floor she walked into the basement, her padded feet hardly making any noise. "Brandon?" she called, hearing the thudding of the punching bag.

Time eluded him on just how long he had been beating this poor defenseless bag to inanimate death. The gang had already dispersed, and kyle apparently didn't wish to face his long time best friend. The basement light wasn't even lit when Kari entered just the sounds of fist on what ever material made the bag hold together. As the light was turned on his eyes stung but his hand raised again throwing another slow heavy punch. Sweat was covering the bare parts of Brandon's body as blood had seemed to be all over the impact points of the bag. His breathing was heavy and he dropped to a knee where a small pool of blood began to form by the bag. Pain riddling through the numbs hands as the brutal assault on the bag ended with the bag being the victor. He barely heard her voice through his labored breathing. "I'm........Sorry....." his throat rasp from dryness, as well as the attempts at getting air back int his lungs.

Kari sighed and pulled him up by his shoulders. "Why is everyone bowing and apologizing?" She shook her head and smiled, light not reaching her eyes. "I deserved what I got. She pulled his fists to her to examine before shaking her head and noticed the pool of blood. "I swear between the both of us, we must drive Kyle crazy." she joked, walking over to the work bench and grabbing an old towel before flicking open her knife to cut it into strips. Walking back over to him, she lovingly cleaned his knuckles, using peroxide and the rest of the towel to clean before wrapping the strips around his knuckles. Kari repeated the gesture with the other hand and kissed the homemade bandage, tossing the bloody scrap of towel into the far corner. "It does not matter, Love. You had reasons for what you did. We made a deal and I lost...we made a bet and I lost."

Kari looked up at him and walked to sit on the steps, ignoring the pain. Looking at her boyfriend she shook her head, "I got cocky and egotistical when you left. They looked to me because I was your girl and Kyle's sis. I told them I wasn't the one they wanted, but Mitch said he would lead and I got pulled aside by a few members begging me not to allow him to. So I led." she looked back at the bag and then to him. "I was going to kick your ass, but it looks like the bag did a good job of it." she joked again, trying to relieve some of the tension. "Brandon? You are forgiven. Let's just go back upstairs....Find Kyle." She wanted both of the men to know that she was alright and not broken. They should both know it would take much more than a gang rape to break her. As for the rest of the gang...they would be extinct for a while until they were sure Dragon's Wrath was over and gone. None of them wanted to feel his fire or see the sparks he made when he talked.

Brandon sat on the stairs two steps below her. He leaned his head back though his fists remained clenched tightly so the towel could catch the blood and his hands scab over. "Do as you like." He said softly leaning more into her. He deserved more abuse than he had given himself. Being conflicted as to what he should be first was the torment a leader was to be put through. Are you a man first or an unbiased leader? "I think we should have all three of us lead, like a counsel. I'm not sure I can handle the weight of throwing you into harms way." A sigh came from his lips, why was it he had all his power when he was a pissed off asshole?

Kari sighed and shook her head, "I see otherwise, I have no problem defending myself," She watched him lean into her and she hugged him close to her, "Besides, it's not like you and Kyle won't be around when harm comes my way." She at his closed eyes then stared at his knuckles. "Do not blame yourself for what you did. We made a deal, I lost. I am not broken. A short scrap should fix me right up." She leaned and kissed him upside down. "Now. Dragon, I am going for a walk. I'll be back in a short while, and If you want me to punch you in the face rather than leaving your more than likely broken and bloody knuckles to serve as punishment I will." She stood and dusted herself off.

Kari walked up to the front door and pulled on boots and her hoodie before opening and closing the door. Brandon bowed to her, his way of apologizing, but she didn't enjoy it. She was the third in command. No one should have bow before her. She was not worth it. Her cocky and egotistical attitude towards everyone else caused her to be gang-raped. Okay so it was her deal...but..... Kari shook her head and flipped the hood up and shoved her hands into the pouch. "äiti runkkarit." She muttered quickly before she turned down an alley and stopped dead. She spat to the side. "Shit..." she looked into the eyes of one of the men that she had beaten down when he threatened a girl near her. "Hullo...Bobby." she said softly.

Bobby looked back at her and grinned, two more loomed out of the shadows. "Kari Kane." He said sadistically, "You look weak," he stepped forward, the two others matching his pace. "What? You loose a fight?" Kari growled low, her eyes glowing even though they were dark. "No, Bobby. I won a fight." She looked at his two friends. "You wanting a rematch?" She asked, knowing the answer. Bobby smiled and dropped back, as the two rushed him. Kari grinned and allowed the first blow, being knocked back against the cold and damp brick walls. "Hmm.." she rubbed her lip, tasting blood. "Let's dance, boys. Bet you never had ass this good in school." she began to fight, laying the two out quickly, she saw Bobby take off running. "Yeah! Pelkurin orvokki perse! ajaa kotiin äitisi!!" She laughed and fell to her knees and fell back against the brick wall again. "She pulled a pack of smokes from one and an old school zippo. "Sorry about that boys. I was hoping to fight him. When you get back up kick his ass for me." She lit the ciggy and breathed in deep, before blowing smoke out of her nose. "You could easy kick his ass." She flicked the cig into the water and threw both pack and lighter onto the stomach of one. "Take it easy fellas..." She pushed herself off the wall and rocked back on her knees to stand.

Limping out of the ally, she sat on the stoop of an old apartment building, laying against the railing she looked up at the sky. "Fuck you Brandon." she rubbed her lip again; which was still bleeding and licked the blood from her thumb. "I love a good fight..." She sighed and got up off the stoop and started back home when she heard sirens, quickly throwing her hood up she continued on. Three cop cars flew past her, laughing slightly as she heard gun shots. "Fuckers." She growled as she walked into the backyard and to the lone tree. Sliding down it she laid her head back and closed her eyes.

Being able to feel her arms pulling him closer to her did offer a bit of ease to his troubled mind. She had made mention of him and her brother being there for her no matter what, though he had already let her down in that aspect. The kiss relaxed his mind even more though he was still disappointed in himself. "Maybe having a counsel would be a better idea." He said to himself out loud after the door was shut behind Kari. Brandon still sat there for a while before pushing himself to his feet, then up the stairs of the basement. He found himself in his room once again looking over everything, memories flooding back. He sat on the bed as time slipped from him as he continued his trek down memory lane, until he heard someone in the backyard. The sun had set by this time and his room was dark but the yard had small green light in the back allowing him to see who was intruding. A soft smile appeared on his lips as he set off down stairs towards the back yard. 'Never again.' He promised himself in his mind. 'I won't let her be hurt again.'

Kari's eyes were closed and her own bloody hands where folded against her stomach inside her pouch, she heard movement and looked up, Brandon was standing over her, smiling slightly, rose, pushing herself off from the tree. "Dragon. mukava teistä luokseni." she walked closer and translated. "Nice of you to join me." She pulled him into a hug. "You still want that punch?" She laughed and looked up at the sky, the sun had faded, she had watched as it lit up in a brilliant show of reds, making it seem as though the sky was bleeding. Kari pulled back and examined his knuckles, knowing the smell of ciggarette smoke was plain on her clothes and hair, as well as her own knuckles being bruised and bloodied. "How are they doing, Brand?" She looked up into his eyes and she could see a faint light. "You going to be able to curl up with me tonight?"

Kari still loved Brandon, she was sore, but it was no different from a fight. Besides, when the gang did decide to show their faces, she would gladly hug each and every one of them, "The counsel sounds good...but it doesn't matter if we are counsel or not, we would still have ranks." She rubbed her knuckles, the pain from the fight returning. "I would still be under you and Kyle, in like manner you and Kyle would still protect me." She looked into his eyes and leaned in to kiss him again.