........ “T.K.! What the hell happened to you!?!” Matt and Chris all but screamed as they saw T.K. walking toward them across the playground. They had been waiting for him to walk home after school. They had been shocked to see T.K.’s bruised and battered face as they all ran toward him.
........ “T.K. what happened?” Zeke asked much more clearly than the twins did.
........ T.K. told them the entire story of what had happened in school. Chris suddenly growled.
........ “T.K. take me to Sam, now.”
........ T.K. didn’t want to say no to Chris when he got that look in his eyes. He was scared of that look. That was the look in his eyes on that night… long ago…
........ Sam and his gang of punk kids were loitering around the back of the school when T.K., Matt, Chris, Zeke, Jaina, and the rest of the Takashi-Ishida-other family strode purposefully up to them. Chris stopped right in front of Sam.
........ “You Sam?”
........ “Yeah, what about it?”
........ “Big words coming from such a small man.”
........ Sam swallowed hard, realizing that he only came up to about Chris’ stomach, it not even that far.
........ “I hear you like pickin’ on girls and kids shorter than you.”
........ Sam suddenly glanced to the right of Chris…and saw T.K. standing next to Matt. He paled. If that was Matt next to Stupid, and this teenager in front of him was almost identical to Matt…then this obviously livid person in front of him was the insane killer brother he had heard about.
........ “I see you know who I am.”
........ Sam dumbly nodded.
........ “Well, Sammy, my boy, do you know hat happens to big goddamn tough shits like you?”
........ Sam was downright terrified. He slowly shook his head.
........ “Well then, it appears like I’ve got to teach you.” Chris growled, he ice-blue eyes seemingly melting with the enraged fire that burned there; the eyes not of just good, kind Chris; the eyes of the D-Generate, the tough street kid who had killed a man in his past.
........ T.K. was as terrified as Sam, because he thought that his worries were going to come true and that Chris was going to kill again.
........ Chris suddenly pivoted on his heel, bringing his right foot up into a beautiful sidekick that he had invented and used countless times during gang wars on the streets; the Sweet Chin Music sidekick.
........ T.K. waited for the sound of foot smashing flesh…but it never came. He opened his eyes.
........ The Sweet Chin Music had stopped perhaps less than half an inch away from Sam’s face. The foot slowly lowered away from Sam’s head.
........ “Go.”
........ Sam and the gang bolted, hurtling away around the other side of the building. T.K. looked up at Chris and suddenly realized that he could trust Chris again. For Chris’ eyes were back to normal, blue and kind. He could control the spirit of the D-Generate within him. Chris turned back to T.K. and the others. He smiled.
........ “Come on, family. Let’s go home.”