“Michi.”

“Yeah.”

“How can I find that out right away?”

“You can’t.”

“Won’t you let me?”

“What do you think?”

“We’re not having a party.”

“I don’t even know why they think we’re having a party.”

“They don’t think you’re a cop,” Clem said with a laugh.

“I’m not.”

“Hey you,” Michi said, looking at me as she said, “Be careful.”

“I will,” I said.

“Don’t go going out of your way to kill someone. You gotta show them a little dignity.” 

Michi, Clem and I walked in to see Chef Koh with his crew. They were giving out pretty good information on things and just hanging out.

So we each sat down to chat with Clem about dinner. We decided to try the Cheesecake Factory.

While I was excited, I was a little shocked that the Cheesecake Factory had sushi.

I’m not usually a huge sushi fan and this place just didn’t satisfy my cravings. I ate some of the other things on their appetizer menu, one of those being a Cucumber Pineapple Salad. If you have never had a Cucumber Pineapple Salad, I would say it is pretty unique. It’s filled with cilantro, cucumbers, grilled pineapples, and freshly cut lettuce. I order the dish anytime I get the chance.

As I was lost in thought, a huge crash sounded from the kitchen. Michi and Clem took out their pistols. “Nobody get up!” said Michi. “We’ll defend you.”

I started to open the door. “Let’s just see how they’ll react.” I opened it slowly. Three bullets had torn through the kitchen’s glass window and hit the farthest wall. Clem had already fired one bullet into the room, which had missed whoever, or whatever, was in there. 

Then the door was kicked over. Michi pulled me to the side just in time, but Clem wasn’t so lucky. His face twisted in agony, and he let loose a blood-curdling scream. I wanted to drag him away from his sprawled and ruined body. 

A strange, husky voice said, “It’s OK. I can save you.” 

I looked up and saw the pale creature standing before me. He was so small, I could barely tell the difference from him or a small child. He reached into a pocket of his jacket and took out a rusted, discarded handgun. To my surprise, Clem got up in front of us, seemingly unharmed, and pointed his gun at me. “Clem…?” I ventured, holding my hands up in peace. “You won’t really do this… right?” 

His unfocused eyes gave no response as he unholstered his pistol, and my heart filled with anguish. 

Determined to fight for my lost friend, I turned shakily to face the creature. “You’re under arrest,” I yelled as loud as I could. “Withdraw your weapon and turn around,” I ordered Clem. After getting out my handcuffs, I turned to Clem and the creature; Pistol in one hand and handcuffs in the other. 

“Don’t make me do this,” I said, the pistol shaking in my hand. The creature chuckled. 

“I’m not going to kill you, just like I won’t kill him,” It replied, in a gravelly voice that definitely didn’t sound right for a child his age. I pointed the pistol at him, with my finger a breath away from the trigger. Just as I was about to open fire, a purple-haired figure strolled into the room. 

“I think I’ll handle this,” Michi said coldly, pistol in hand. “I don’t know what you are, but no one hurts these idiots while I’m around.” The child snarled and held his rusted handgun at ready. The room was so quiet at that moment that you could’ve heard a pin drop, both officers and enemies pointing weapons at a standstill. The child moved first, about to pull the trigger. Michi grabbed his wrist. Her dark blue eyes revealed no hint of emotion as she fully judo-flipped the kid, knocking the handgun out of his hand as he landed with a sound like snapping pencils. The kid looked up at her with a sickening grin. “We’re going to break everything.” it muttered, and then crumbled to dust. Clem dropped to the ground, and his eyes cleared. “Good to have you back, Clem,” I said, helping him to his feet. He stood, stunned, and offered me a weak smile. 

More character info!!! So Michi has purple hair with Navy eyes? Cool

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t being myself.”