Family Affair! Visell Run's The ProZu Down Pt.4

Later that evening Visell and Dedestra ride back to Dedestra's house on her moped. She blushes as pretty little memories still fresh in her mind; Dedestra's embrace, her soothing eyes, and that soft intoxicating sensation of her lips on her cheeks. Visell wraps her arms tighter around Dedestra's waist, closes her eyes, and gingerly nestles her rosy cheeks into Dedestra's shoulder, with a soft relaxed exhale. As Visell spots their favorite Frozen Mochi shops and asks Dedestra over the high-pitched roar of the little motor, " Hey, Zempai you wanna get some mochi ice cream? I'll buy your favorite" Dedestra intercepts poignantly "No, time for that! I must get home as soon as possible!" Visell looks over confused " pfft, fo' real tho? You never turn down mochi what's u-' Visell is interpreted by Dedestra revving the moped. The scooter jets stiffly as they speed up down Koshuu St. [Geez, What's gotten into her!?]
Dedestra speed down her street. As they approach her house, she clutches the breaks ferociously causing the moped to SKRRRRT across the pavement as it jack-knifes. The shriek of the rubber stab and twist in Visell's sensitive ears as her hair suffocates her. As the bike comes to a stop jerks violently to a halt, they both feel their organs shift in their bodies. Dedestra drops the kickstand down and rushes off the bike, throwing her bag down on the long. At the same time stumbles off the back, desperately batting her hair out her face, as she stumbles dizzily onto the lawn.
Visell grabs her mouth trying to chock back vomit and heaving. As she gulps it down, she begins wildly fanning her face with both hands choking back tears, "Oh my god, please no! I'm going to cry if I throw up - If I throw up I'm going to cry!!" She says as she strains to get her bodily fluids under control gritting her teeth. Panting, Visell looks up to Dedestra to reprimand her "Zempai - what the f-!!!"
Her angry becomes stifled as she sees Dedestra grabbing her arm nervously, shaking as she stares at the little would door, with a piercing intensity, as if she saw a monster. "Z . . .Zempai . . ." Dedestra takes a sharp inhale. As her feet percussively strike the creaky wooden stoop, she grabs the bronze doorknob. Pauses for a second, shivering, her eyes transfixed on her hands. her heart skips as she gets the courage to fling the door open and her arm flinches. Her heart jumps again as an opposing force pushes the door to her as she yanks the flimsy knob. GASP!
Visell stumbles over herself to get a close look. She rubs her eyes as she vaguely sees a figure in front o Dedestra. As her eye adjusts she sees a figure's arms wrapped around Dedestra midriff, their head buried in her shoulder, Dedestra, arms gingerly wrapping around the form. A dark-skinned figure, an unfamiliar figure.
Visell lets out an internal gasp as she realizes who it is. [Damn! And I was complaining about some fucking mochi ice! I should go introduce myself and apologies.] She sighs and puts her hands in her pockets as she slowly walks across the lawn and onto the dirty stone path. As her foot hit's the first stop, a pair of eyes keep from behind Dedestra's shoulder. Dedestra strenuously pushed to the side. Disoriented, she hears a loud cascade of stomps on the wooden floor. She quickly regains her barring to see her brother, Damien, with a blood-curdling sneer on his face, two long metal blades jetting out of his wrist, inches from Visell's face and throat. One is held by Visell's hand the other one being magnetized as her other hand remains relaxed in her pocket. , Her natural scowl matches his violent glare.
"Hm. Cute power, glorified letter openers, huh?" Damien grunts as he tries to push the blades closer, to no avail. Visell scoff at his efforts with a little smirk "Oh, please, my guy . . ." A bead of blood drips down her hand. Damien steps back and batts Visells hand away, he retracts the other blade and grabs a pistol. As her raises it to her face as she puts a finger up to the muzzle. Her scowl deepens, she lets out a short animalistic growl, barring her canines. Her hand slowly coming out of her pocket. the trigger of the gun slowly squeezing.
"STOP!!!"
Dedestra yells in a motherly tone. "Symown, bad girl! Don't hurt him!" Visell looks over in confusion, She starts to tear up! "Dude, what!? How the fuck am I the bad girl here!?" Damien looks back more baffled than Visell. "What the hell!? Why the fuck are you defending her,!? Wait, wait wait, Who the fuck is this!?" Dedestra stomps over to them and places her hand on the gun. The safety switch clicks as she snatches it out of his hand. Dedestra frantically and peevishly proclaims "First of all both of you; Stop. Cursing!" Her command is punctuated by the chamber falling open, the 4 live rounds knock against the hardwood flooring, as Dedestra jerks her hand throwing the cylinder back into place, and with a quick twirl, holsters it in the pocket of the sweater Visell gave her.
Visell blushes profusely seeing her elegant display. [Damn, that was really freaking hot. . . ]
Dedestra looks back at the both of them with her death glare, causing them both to flinch. "Secondly! Don't go around just waving gun's in people's faces! And thirdly! This is my . . . Uh . . ."
Visell Blushes and looks away "Oh, here we go." She says defeatedly in hushed tones.
"My intimate friend, Symown. And I was defending her because . . ." She frantically looks around, quickly scanning the area for possible eavesdroppers or even spies. She grabs his arm and pulls him into the house. She sternly points to Visell and loudly whispers "That irritable yet charming, adorable, little, messy-haired, the girl is the reason you're standing here right now!" Damien's eyes light up in confusion and disbelief, his pupils shrink. "W . . .Whachu mean!?" Visell shifts into the house, peering outside the door as she closes it, following in Dedestra's mindset, looking for eavesdroppers. Dedestra guides Damien to the couch and sits him down. "It's . . .um hard to explain but . . ." Visell scoffs as she draws the blinds in the window and closes the curtain the scoff quickly traditions to a snicker. Damien sneers and asks "what's so funny!?" In his domineering bassy rasp. The smile disappears from Visell's face.
"Hey, cool your jets, Dude. . . It's just always funny how she tries to switch from all elegant and modest to being the most direct D.O.B, I know. Like she's both and neither, You know? It's kinda cute I guess . . ." She says nervous blushes and looks out to the side. Dedestra lets out a signifying snicker. "Well diverse situations call for diverse presentation and decorum, Symown . . . I can't always be just a swash-buckling, angry wit all the time like you." Visell scoffs as the smile returns to her face. "I don't know Zempai. You should try it sometime, It's pretty freaking fun!" An audible giggle slips from Dedestra's lips as a small shines on her face. She tries to cover it with one hand for modesty-sake. "Hm, A tempting offer indeed, but I rather observe it to them professionally. You know I've enjoyed watching, anyway." Visell beings to blush with a nervous smirk as Dedestra looks at her with a salacious look. She leans against the window and crosses her arms, trying to be cool and relaxed. "Ahem! Yeah . . .ever since we met . . ."
"Indeed." Dedestra says with a smirk. Damien's eyes dart to and fro' looking at Visell and Dedestra's expression with visual confusion. He shakes his head regaining his sense of reason. "Okay, look big-haired chick, how 'bout you tell the story, 'ight?" Visell sneers and flips her hair in superiority "Fine, I will!" Dedestra lets out a short sigh "I guess you two getting along is of the table then . . " Returning to a normal voice tone "but yes, Symown I think it would be best if you told, please introduce yourself first . . ." A small smirk spreads on her face "Alright . . .!" She walks forward to them with her hands in her pockets, her eyes closed, scowling intensely. Visell takes a deep breath, as she stomps her foot on the coffee table, one hand spring's out of her pocket and blast into the air, she points upwards to the sky, her dark craw claw-like nail shines over her skin, her loose flannel waves dramatically. The other hand she places on her hip. And she pronounces with the power and conviction of a politician in her bassy alto voices. "My name is Symownye Somis Shiazuki-Aloso, protégé, and daughter of the late Soulman Solomon Shiazuki, The Lord Chief Zumurai and The greatest swordsman on earth and mars! The Devil Girl of North-Konzu!" Her extended arm comes down like a fist her thumb jets out and points to her "But you can just call me, Visell." She flips her hair as her eyes dimly open as her natural scowl becomes fuller. Damien's look of confusion grows more intense, eyebrow raised "O. . .Ka-"
He flinches as the grey nail points at him, Visell looks at him intensely, "And I'm the badass bitch that buried those limp dick ProZu ass wipes!" Dedestra wrenches from the sound of such vial language in her mother's home "Language, Symown!" She says in hushed tones. Damien turns to Dedestra in concern and disbelief. "Wait wait, hold up. You mean to tell me some random, little girl killed the ProZu gang, That's a crock of B.S!" Dedestra puts her hand on Damien's leg. "It's true Dami'. . ." Damien looks over at Visell with even more befuddlement. "How . . .d-"

Visell interrupts him with her defiant visage, her hands on her hips, looking off to the side her eyes closed, her defined scowl on display. "That slick-haired puke with the tight pants? Fried. The bald pale jag-off with the gold teeth. Gone and that capo, weasel, piss ant, rotten piece of crap with the dreads that kept freaking RA- . . ." Her hair begins to rise, streams of static spreading through. She takes a deep breath and her hair falls around her shoulders "ahem, he's gone too." She spits on the gone too, and good freaking riddance. Damien starts to sweat and on hand nervously pans through his hair. "But on the news . . ." Visell intercepts again with snark "PFFT! You believe everything those pompous, greedy, thirsty hyenas say? Geez, dude! Ah . . . I can't blame you . . probably not in the know." she punctuates with a shrug. And I ain't gonna tell you all the juicy deet's let's just say I have fam in high places, dig? And If you still don't believe me!" Her hands trail up to her breast. Her eyes dart over to Dedestra and she blushes, her eyes wonders of "Could you look away for a sec, Zempai . . ." Dedestra scoffs "Really? You're still nervous even after we-" Visell intercepts "Zempai!!!" as she covers her chest with her arms blushing more and more. Dedestra sighs and turns her head away. "As you wish . . ." Visell stretches her sports bra slips her hand down her cleavage and retrieves a long, gold chain, and dangles it in front of them. "Check it, Looks real familiar doesn't it?" she says playfully waving it tantalizingly. Damien's eyes light up with a short gasp! "Yooo!! That's Isaac's chain!" He reaches for it "How did you-" Visell snatch's it out of his range! "Yumuno, Bakun! (Stop, Moron!) I'm keeping this! If someone caught you with this you'd be screwed five ways to Venus!" Visell pulls her bra and drops the gold chain between Damien's hands drops to his lap. He balls his fist. "So . . .What are you anyway? Some government bureaucrats daughter that wants something from us? What do you want votes, protection? loyalty? Money? If so maybe I should just kill you right now." "Damien!" Dedestra says putting her hands on his shoulder "Stop this! Calm yourself! It's because of her your home now! Those Capo's are gone and . . .we can truly be a family once again!" Damien swats her hand aside" Don't be stupid with these types there's always a quid pro quo. If you think this chick is actually just your friend, your a fool! They don't give a crap about us unless they get something out of it. I wouldn't be surprised if toses Zumurai Commies were getting something on the low if they would go ahead and kill there own Primus. . ." Dedestra turns to Visell and sees her brow furrow with her fist balled as she grits her canine-like teeth. "Watch . . .your damn mouth(!!)" Visell says through her teeth. They stare at each other intensely. Dedestra springs up "Symown, I implore you to not take his words to heart. He has witnessed hell and he's not thinking straight . . . Symown. Visell looks over at Dedestra, her breathing slows down and she loosens her fist and steps off the coffee table.
She closes her eyes, her scowl diminishes and takes a deep breath, and says in a calm even voice,
"We do not extort the weak, we are protectors. We make our own wages, we do not steal or take. We merely accept what is offered to use . . . Simyune."
Damien scoffs "What the hell was that?" Visell sneers at him. "The words of my Father! Soulman Solomon Shiazuki! The founder of the Zumurai! I'm a defender of the weak, not some capo extortionist! Your sister is special to me . . . And I couldn't freaking stand those freaking bastards. . . touching her . . ! I knew it hurt her, I knew she hated it, even after it would happen she would just . . pretend like it didn't, and just go back to doing homework! And the other day It just got to the point . . . I couldn't take it!!! I couldn't just stand by anymore while they raped her! They would've killed her!" She clutches her arms together as she shivers in frustration and anxiety, her hair starts to rise again, her voice gets more erratic. "I could fucking feel her heart rate spiking, every nerve in her body screaming!!!" Tears start to stream down Visell's face.
"Someone I loved was suffering so I ended their suffering . . . by biting out the problems throat! That's blood, love, and honor shit! No two ways about! And if you don't like you can fucking fight-" Visell stops her tantrum as the sensation of warmth and pressure on her back. a pair of blemishless arms adorned by dark grey sleeves wrap around her shoulders and interlock around her up chest, a soft sensation of pressure on her head through her thick hair quells her as the sweet sultry voice rings in her ear. "Symown please calm down your making too big a scene again. Just focus on me holding you okay?" Visell relaxes her gritting sneer, ensnared and raptured by the warmth of Dedestra. She blushes and her arms fall gingerly to her side. Dedestra lefts her head from Visell's messy thatch and looks at her exponentially puzzled brother "This is Symown Somis Shiazuki-Aloso, She has been my emotional companion and confidant for the last couple of years, my protector, my knight.
She's saved my life and protected me. Though she can be a little loud and reckless, hot-headed, frankly volatile . . ." Visell turns her head away and blushes more "She valiantly puts her self in harm's way to protect the less fortunate and the persecuted like her father before her. We've grown rather close" she clutches Visell tighter to her, and I hope you two can be nice with each other! I'm glad you finally back! and the reason your back is because of my Kohi here! So a little appreciation would go along way, Damien! You got her all riled up." Damien stares with a single eyebrow raised, disarmed by Dedestras icy glare. He lets out a ragged sigh. So . . kid it was you and not . . ." He stops and says in a hushed whisper "That useless bastard(!) Ahem," He resumes typical speech. "Listen, kid. Thanks for taking care of those guy's for m- for us . . . The ProZu gang is officially done cause of you." He steps over to the window and splits the blinds with his finders and peers outside. "It was that f****t, Issac-"
Visell lets out a loud scoff with a laugh! "Geez, dude!" Dedestra follows reprimanding "Really? Damien, please reframe from using that word; it's derogatory and for some reason, she thinks it's a funny word." Visell responds scoff "It is a funny word!, I'd never say it but . . ." Dedestra rolls her eyes "Please continue, Damien . . . " Damien rolls his eyes in response and continues "Isaac was the one holding that debt, but even if someone just killed him he would pass it on to those other motherfuckers!