Doing her best to be supportive, she called the whole family together. Noah's maternal grandparents were in a different city. Their paternal grandparents had died a few years ago. His uncle came with Scarlet and Crimson. The grandparents sympathized and wished him well while giving encouragements. Their uncle said "Noah. You are going to get past this. Everyone loses a fight. You just need to remember your training and then get up again." His clones nodded their head. "You're going to be fine. We are trained in karate and we're pretty ripped. I'll be rooting for you next time. I think it's going to be a good fight if you see them coming." Crimson said. "Yeah. Just call us over if you want us to kick their asses." Scarlet added. Hands grabbed their shoulders really tight. Both of them flinched visibly. "No way. We do not look for petty revenge here, boys. Especially not in my house." their uncle said firmly. They both nodded at what he said immediately. All three of them had fear and respect for their uncle. He just smiled warmly and let them go. Scarlet and Crimson moved from him. Noah smirked.
Investigations took time, but it was a pretty neat case. There was a wrench thrown in there though. Several nerdy kids came to the principal and cops. They confessed to all of the crimes. The DNA test did not come up with anything. Apparently, the police did not have any of Greg's DNA on file. Well, there was a first time for everything. It would not be easy for him to get away with it the next time. They has some of his thick cum now. Both Tony and Greg had several other cronies vouch for them and give fake alibis for the assault. That really sucked. Noah was upset that nothing would be done against them. However, it also meant that Noah, Maroon and Cinnabar were off limits for the bullies. All of them were now fully acquainted with the police in the student body's minds and were seen as snitches. In a sense, they were. Noah liked all the peace and quiet because he was now left alone. Maroon and Cinnabar sat with him and lunch. Due to the sweeping reforms resulting from this case, students were not allowed to have spare keys to any locked rooms. Noah could no longer play at lunch.
Keeping him from the music room and the guitar hurt, but he was still able to use the clubroom after school. It was a legitimate school club. Noah and his bandmates just had to have the advisor come down and unlock the door for them. It was not a problem at all. Then his band could play all they wanted. Cinnabar and Maroon also wanted to play with the band. That was a bit of a problem with that. There were three of them and only two guitars in the clubroom. One of them was going to have to sit out. Maroon bowed out and let the others played the guitars. The club room did have a spare bass. He made due with that. Wendy burst into the room and startled everyone there. Noah was pissed off. "No! Get the fuck out of here, Wendy! This is our private practice time. No one wants you to bother us." he snapped at her as she approached. Wendy did not seem to notice his anger at all. "That clone that you made for me left. I don't know where he went. What happened to him?" she asked. Noah rolled his eyes at her. "They disappear after a while. So what. I'm not making any more."
