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Chapter 16: Confrontation

By: Mirron Tenshi

The rest of the week consisted of everyone packing up for the trip. The thought of being pardoned from school and starting summer vacation early had put Mark in a lighter mood. The recurring bad dreams had ceased fire in the little fox's subconscious while he's asleep, especially in his husky's strong, protective arms.

Scott was in need of a vacation too; he just broke up with his girlfriend because he wanted to put the idea of children to a different shelf, and his girlfriend wanted babies now. Plus he's been working overtime and graveyard shifts for the past three weeks, so half a month in Miami sounded satisfactory.

Jason was going through a box that he had stumbled upon in the closet. It was labeled, 'MARK'S KEEPSAKES'. It was mostly filled with some stuff that would more or less prove to have unique sentimental value to it. He figured that he's being nosey and somewhat intrusive by going through Mark's old stuff, but he was very close to that fox that it felt a little natural to do so.

The husky explored the contents of the box until he found a small flag with what looked like a crest on it. The crest resembled a coat of arms shield with a blue framing in a knight's shield shape, with an orangey fox face on the middle. The image looked as though a 5-year old drew it.

"Hey babe." The fox came up next to Jason and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hi Mark. What's this thing? I was packing and I found this box, so I was curious." Mark smiled as he took the flag.

"Heeey, I remember this. This was a banner thing we made when I was in the 1st grade. Every Friday, we would play Capture-the-Flag. I was the one who designed our symbol for my team." The husky smiled as he held up the flag.

"You made this? That's kinda creative." Mark quirked a brow at his boyfriend.

"What do you mean 'kinda'?" Jason smirked a little.

"Well, I simply meant that . . . It's not all that bad," The fox raised his brows higher while giving the husky a look, Jason chuckling and grinning as he got bolder, "I mean, it could've been worse, right? I mean the idea's great, but the drawing could use more work-"

"That does it!" The vulpine pounced the laughing husky, gnawing his ear and carried out an invasive tickle attack.

Bill's colleague, a horse named Rick Larsen, drove the four of them to the airport. Soon, they made it past security and found seats to wait for their flight on.

"Me and Jason are going to the gift shop, dad." Mark said as he took Jason's paw.

"Alright. Careful you two." Bill said.

"Bring me back some Oreos." Scott said as he played his PSP. Paw in paw, the boys went to the gift shop. After they have selected and purchased their items, the two were just about to leave when Jason gasped and pulled Mark back in.

"J-Jason! What's up with-"

"It's them!" He muttered harshly. The husky was shaking and panting, looking terrified, just like that dark day at the park.

"Who're you talking about, Jason?" Jason gulped and trembled.

"M-Mom and dad . . . They're over there . . . !" The husky was drowning in horror. He broke in a cold sweat, he was shaking like a leaf, he uttered silent, brief whimpers, "What are they doing here . . . ?!" The fox soon followed suit in his boyfriend's fear. How could they be here?! They're supposed to be banned from Washington!

Mark peeked from the shop. Sure enough, there was the brown and white female husky, and the black and grey one as well. The vulpine felt his paw on his neck, still remembering being choked in Roy's clutches.

"I-Its going to be ok, Jason. We-We'll just walk away . . . They're supposed to be out of state . . . If they tr-try anything, dad'll arrest them . . ." Mark then tugged Jason out of the gift shop. Both of their hearts were racing. At right this moment, both Mark and Jason decided they should jog back to Bill and Scott-

"YOU?!" Jason jerked around; feeling the same cold terror that was there the day his own father attacked him. The young husky grabbed the fox's paw, and they sprinted away when Roy started to stride towards them.

"Dad!"

"Scott!"

The boys went to the fox's father and husky's brother. Bill looked up from his laptop, while Scott brought his leg over the chair arm. Both adults went into full attention when they saw young lovers ran back to them, panting and looking terrified.

"Mark? What's going on?"

"What's wrong, Jason?? Talk to me, kid." Mark and Jason could hardly talk, as they were still trying to catch their breath from the sprint and panic.

"Sc-Scott . . . I-It's da . . ." Jason covered his paw as he coughed a little, the sudden rush of adrenaline made his lungs too dry and sore to talk. Bill looked up, and nudged Scott.

"Scott, you might want to get ready for a family reunion." Scott looked to where Bill was looking, and growled loathingly. They got up as Mr and Mrs Tyler approached them. "And what, may I ask, are you doing here, Mr Tyler?"

"Nuthin, Officer. Just wanted to have a nice chat with my son, and maybe that little slut if he feels like it-"

"Watch how you talk about my son, Roy-" Bill snapped warningly. His muzzle wrinkled as he bore his sharp fox teeth, growling in a subtle rage towards the two huskies.

"Oh, don't bull shit me, Kenson. Your off duty, what're YOU going to do?"

"You'd be surprised." Kenson said as he showed he had his gun holstered on him. "Off duty or not, at least I'm authorized to use force when necessary-"

"What the fuck are you two doing here?! Jason told me you were supposed to stay 200 miles away from the state line." Scott barked out, interrupting the fox. His parents were right here in front of him, and they're at least not leaving until he gets to have a piece of his mind.

"Don't you dare take your father with that tone, young husky," Mrs. Tyler said, "It's that unruly attitude of yours that landed you in military school in the first place, or have you already forgotten? Speaking of which, why aren't you there right now?" Scott snarled threateningly at his own mother.

"I went. I graduated. And you know what? I'm actually rather grateful for giving me the 'out-of-control' Juvenile Delinquent Behavioral program. Cause now I know 20 different ways to kick your ass! Especially when you're threatening and assalting two minors-"

"Oh, look who's preaching about threats! Son, you better learn your plac-"

"Don't even come at me with your hypocritical bullshit, Roy!" It didn't shock the older huskies that Scott called his father by his name, "You two shipped me to spirit-breaking military school for 7 YEARS! And for what?! Speaking out my own views at my parents?! I was 17 years old, for god's sake! My teen rebellion might as well have been attempted murder!"

"You disrespected your father and I, Scott Tyler! 15 years old, and you just stood there and-"

"That doesn't matter much to me anymore! What's really gotten my hatred for you to a record high is that you separated me from my brother! My little brother, you vindictive bastards!" Mrs Tyler moved to slap him, but Scott grabbed her wrist tightly just in time, "He felt alone and hurt because of you!" He gripped his mother's wrist tighter, making her wince and growl in pain. The grey and white husky threw his mother's wrist off.

"Now you know why we moved away, boy. Who knows what you'll do when angry." Roy said as he smirked. "Look at you: screaming and hurting your mother like the childish hell raiser you are."

"Just say the word, Roy," The son growled threateningly, his teeth bore, his eyes glaring right into his father's as he started cracking his knuckles, "I'll beat your ignorant ass any day of the week-"

"Boy, you still haven't learned a thing, have yo-" Roy growled as he raised his fists.

"Alright, that's enough!" Bill said, stepping between them, his tazer charged in his paw, Roy growling in particular to that blue spark, remembering the last time he had that thing shock him. "You two," The fox said as he turned to look at the two adult huskies, "Are breaking the law just by standing here. The only reason why I have not incapacitated your asses by now was for the sake of avoiding police brutality, and I thought you should at least hear your son out before you separate. And don't forget to count your luck that Jason hasn't even chose to press criminal charges on you when you first attacked him. You should've been slammed in prison and raising your tail to your cell mate for the next 20 years."

Roy snorted, "You weak little homo," Jason flinched as he looked up at his glaring father, his ears against his skull as he trembled head to foot, "At least YOU know where to see a line, though I'd figure a 'straight' line'd be too difficult for you. For god's sake, faggot, when're you gonna grow some ba-"

PUNCH!

Roy grunted and jerked to the side when Scott socked him right on the face. Mrs Tyler was about to backhand Scott when Bill grabbed her paw, this time.

"I said that's enough!!" The black and grey husky growled as he looked back up, his nose dripping blood. Before he could do anything, the older fox nudged Scott aside. "Roy. I'm not playing around with you," His voice was growing lethal, deadly even. Roy took a step, but staggered back a sec when the blue electricity sparked threateningly at his fur.

"If I see your, OR your wife's face here again, I'll throw you in for 20 years like you were supposed to.

"If you try anything on Scott, I won't care about the technicalities; him AND I will reduce you to a red pulp.

"And if you ever . . . Lay a paw on Jason, or my son ever again . . . I swear on my grave, I will shove this tazer down your throat, and fry your insides till you're smoking out of every goddamn hole of your body . . . !" They exchanged daggers for five minutes, the blue electricity sparking and crackling between them for frequently as time passed.

With nothing to say, the two huskies backed down, turned and left. Bill turned off his tazer.

Roy looked back at his younger of his former sons. His heart rate picked up. The blood was rushing to his head. His veins pulsed madly as every second of glaring at that little faggot passed.

Was he just going to take that?! Be told of by a proud idiot father of a god-forsaken queer?! Just walking away with his tail tucked between his legs like that day in court?! NO!!

In slow motion, the black and grey husky turned around, a look of ravenous insanity in his face.

"Honey, what're yo-" Even his wife's voice was deaf to him. Snarling like a an angry and highly rabid dog, he charged for the now gasping pup, nothing but 'murder' screaming in his mind.

"Not a chance!"

Before he could reach any further than 3ft, from where he started, his older son whacked forcefully on Roy's chest, making him stop. Then his left fist made contact on the father's chest. And then KICK! Scott's shoe'd foot had ram-parted right at Roy's right side of his torso. The younger, grey husky felt a splash of satisfaction as not only his military combat skills had given him a chance to show his parents the consequence of sending him there, but the distinct cracking sound AND feel that came from near his foot. He knew he broke at least two ribs.

The older husky yelped as blood splattered from his mouth, falling to the floor. "Yeah! See what happens when you send your son to strict military school, bitch?!" Scott said in the excitement of his win, but now he turned serious "You're fucking lucky as hell Jason showed you unbelievable mercy, and then you try to kill him again! He's only a teenager, you sick bastard! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Scott yelled as he seethed.

Roy grunted, the defeated male being helped up by his startled and shaking spouse. Darline glared at her older son, almost too scared to get in the last word. "S-Shame on you, young husky! You will reap what you sew!"

"Bring it on, bitch! Military School taught me not to hesitate in a fight, even when dealing with a woman," He pointed at her, "I don't care if you are my mother, if you try and pull the same stunts as dad, I won't hold back!" With that, the two made their way slowly towards the medical section of the airport.

Scott went to Bill, calming down, "Thanks for letting me do that, Bill." The fox nodded.

"Just as well; you owed him for something, at least. Though, if he had gotten up, my little tazer was all ready for him." He said as he switched off his electric weapon for the second time today.

The two sat down to the two shaking-scared boys, Bill with his son, and Scott to his little brother. The father fox stroked his son's back while Scott gently wrapped his arm around Jason and held him for support.

The whole time, Mark had been clutching onto that old flag from his box of old stuff he and Jason stumbled upon earlier; something told him he needed to hang on to it for safe keeping . . . As if it was a talisman of sorts . . .

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