The interrogation with the police officer had not been very fun. The creature had asked the same questions hundreds of times, hoping that Spike would allow anything to slip. Which, to the police officer’s disappointment did not do. Spike had been trained by his Father and Godfathers since he was a young child to be cautious towards police officers. The room he had been sitting in had been dark grey from the floor, walls and ceiling. On the ceiling had been a sharp lamp that shined throughout the room but because of the dark colours, the room had some dark vibes to it. He had sat on a metal chair where there was a metal table.

Spike had just been released that morning after been talking about the whole murder about Blush-San and Spike could finally start doing some detective work now. He owed it to Garble that much. He had helped his Godfathers in the past, especially last year where an old secret was revealed that one of his Godfathers who had been accused of murdering eighteen creatures hadn’t been killed at all, they had been supposedly “killed” by bullets that hurt like shittin’ hell, but wasn’t strong enough to kill, but, bleeding was a large possibility.

Nonetheless, his Godfather was sent to prison and was in prison for twenty-five years until he learnt some deep government conspiracy shit and decided to escape prison. Actually, it was another inmate that suggested that and helped him escape from a prison that did not belong to the Neighpanese government. It was a private prison that isn’t on any documentation within Neighpan.

It was later learnt that it was a lot larger than it usually was, the murder of the eighteen creatures would be the downfall of the corrupt Chief Commissioner. it was a coverup by some major Yakuza’s that hoped to make it big, or rather, police officers, the Chief Commissioner wanted to rid Neighpan of Yakuza and he would need serious money. That, and he would have some extra cash to burn to do exactly whatever he wanted with it, nothing could stop him! He had a spy on the inside that had no attachments.

Of course, every plan has some sort of flaw in it. The spy for the Chief Commissioner pretended to be a Yakuza from a small branch. In reality, he was an undercover cop but what happened that made every creature shocked was that he betrayed the one he spied for. Spike believed it was a promotion because he never got the full details on that one.

Garble so happens to be friends with that creature that used to go by the name of Hiroaki Arai. Arai may seem good-hearted at first, but he is very manipulative and when he wants something, he gets it, very Yakuza of him but that could be because he has been around Yakuza for so long that he lost his own impulses. Arai is the who betrayed the Chief Commissioner as well that went by the name of Seishiro Munakata. The so-called “mastermind” even though he is not any smarter than a Kindergartener.

In the end, it worked out well and Spike’s Godfather who had been in prison or death row as his crime was pretty serious, lives with his father in the millennium tower which is the largest tower in his second hometown, Kamurocho. It is funny though, there used to be a small shopping place there with a very narrow place to walk and that is where the whole thing began, that is how one of his Godfathers beat someone up in a small piece of dirt and left him there...

Spike was on his way towards his house so he could contact Garble. After all, he did not have his phone on him at the ball because he wanted his gir- friends to have a pleasant evening and dance and all in all, have fun.

He was walking on a sidewalk in the area most students lived in, it was a nice area with the houses looking more like mansions but it was nothing compared to what he has lived in. He lived in a shittin’ tower for crying out loud!

There were houses to his left and right that all were individual and didn’t look the same, they were all big like mansions. He saw his house up ahead, the black and colours making it look intimidating. When he was on his way towards the house he could not help but smile inwardly, thinking about the Dazzlings.

’I will make sure they live in luxury.’ Spike thought. It was true, he wouldn’t force it upon them, but he wanted them to live in luxury, never having to worry about money or borrow it, the feeling came out of nowhere.

When Spike reached the house, he unlocked it and walked inside, heading up the stairs to his room. He had no time to waste. He didn’t bother changing his clothing either because he did not have time to waste on changing clothes while a killer could be getting away.

In his room, his phone was on the bed and it was the newest Ipony twelve pro. Spike unlocked the phone and went for his contacts. Spike looked through his contacts and found Garble and dialled the phone number. Eventually, Garble picked up the phone but he sounded lost.

“Moshi Moshi?” Garble greeted but it sounded more like a question. Spike sighed inwardly, happy that Garble wasn’t beating some random street punk up because he felt like doing it. Spike had seen when Garble has been angry and it takes a long time before that even happens.

“Akiyama, ima Doko ni iru no?” Spike asked in Neighpanese. (Akiyama, where are you right now?). The dragon at the other end sounded like he had been crying for a while, but he tried to sound cheerful when he responded, but Spike knew exactly the emotion he was feeling. Anger, Confusion, depression.

”Watashi Wa ponījō no chikaku no imasu.” Garble sounded like he had been crying, perhaps even been fighting. (I am near Pony Joe’s). Spike knew that Garble was drinking chocolate, at least it was something much better than alcohol. Spike sat on his bed, his muscles felt soft, the cold air caressing his form. Spike’s right hand was on the phone, near his right ear.

”Tochūdesu.” Spike stated before hanging up, ending the conversation before Garble could even respond. (I’m on my way). Spike would be wearing the same clothing for a while, mostly to make sure that his future enemies knew what they were dealing with.

Spike picked up a baseball bat that was near the closet and took with him his phone and wallet. He placed it in the inner pocket of his suit and zipped it. He did not want it to fall out in case he would get into a fight, and that was a very large possibility. His pants looked extra dazzling as he was walking down the stairs and heading towards the front door.

Spike opened the door with his left hand and walked out, slamming the door behind him and snapping his fingers so the door would lock. He had a mission to do, help Garble Akiyama-san figure out who killed Blush-San and why. Spike began walking towards Canterlot City, his baseball bat resting nicely on his right shoulder. He had a sombre look, but his right eye revealed the anger he had.

Canterlot City reminded Spike a lot of Sotenbori and Kamurocho. There were stuck–up assholes who had nothing better to do than to flaunt their money. The streets were filled with garbage and filth, the creatures walking by had fancy office clothing on them. Spike got a few looks from the other creatures for not wearing a shirt and holding a baseball bat.

The air was sombre as everyone had heard of Blush-San’s death. The sidewalk he was walking on had three guys wearing clothing that resembled the hooligan clothing from the eighties. Spike’s father and Godfather had told him about them. They always caused trouble for others.

One of them was wearing khaki cargo pants with black boots and a white t-shirt. He also wore a black leather jacket with sunglasses. He noticed Spike walking towards them and he fully turned towards Spike, running up to him. The Hooligans’ two friends noticed and ran up to them. The other two wore the same thing.

They had been standing outside of Pony Joe’s which Spike found funny. He would have to beat them up either way.

HOOLIGANS
VERSUS
MAJIMA JUNIOR

Spike swung his bat, trying to get a feel for it and smiled as he saw the one who had noticed him run towards him with his right arm, trying to hit him, but Spike dodged as if it was some kind of nuisance. Spike looked at the guy who tried to hit him and smashed his teeth in with the bat.

Spike then got into what he would call ”heat” mode and threw the guy in the air and when he was coming back down, hit his face again with the baseball bat as if he was a baseball. His two friends were angered and cautiously walked towards him with their fists raised. Spike smiled at them, not seeing the blood on his bat.

He then rushed towards them and hit them at the same time with his bat, making them fall back to the ground that was littered with filth. What Spike had not noticed was that the hair of these Hooligans we're that they had blood-red hair. Spike shrugged it off as a coincidence or a red hair gang.

One of the Hooligans who he decided to name number two, got up from the sidewalk and faced Spike with an angry expression on his face.

Spike looked at number two who had been right behind the first guy and smiled a sickening smile. He swung his bat at him, hitting him in the head, making the guy fall to the ground and whimper in pain but did let out anguish. Spike continued hitting the guy in the back of the head until the other two guys ran away from the scene.

Spike continued hitting the poor guy, releasing his frustrations onto this idiot Hooligan. There was blood everywhere by now, but the Hooligan was still alive. Spike had not bothered checking what creature the hooligan was. He did look at them in the eyes, but not bothered with anything else. He suddenly felt a strong grip on his right arm.

Spike looked and saw that it was Garble who was wearing a neutral expression on his face. He did not let Spike’s arm go until Spike lowered it down. The guy below him started to crawl away until he was far enough away to run. Spike turned to look at Garble who was still wearing his usual attire like the one at the party, Spike was wondering if he had any other clothing. At least it didn't smell bad.

”Akiyama–Chan!” Spike exclaimed in joy. He was without a doubt Goro Majima Seniors son. ”I was just trying to help Pony Joe’s shop. I know that you like the place, you said so once.”

Spike placed his bat in the inner pockets of his suit so it wasn’t visible to civilians. Spike then put on a pouty face that made him look childish. Spike then placed his hands, on Garbles’ shoulders and had a funny look with his childishness. It was a look that Garble only had seen in Spike’s father. When Spike and his father are angry, then they act like children... more than usual.

”There was no need for killing the Hooligan. How do you think it will look like if you the very next day kill a Hooligan when they are investigating a murder that took place in the same High School you go to?”

Garble’s face was hard, his hands were in his pants pockets, looking into Spike’s eyes with a sense of firmness, silently telling him to calm down and to listen to him. Spike looked into Garble’s eyes and saw just that. Spike took away his hands from Garble, holding them up as if he is surrendering.

”Fine, but do know that I was only trying to help you, man.” Spike said in an angsty voice. Garble rolled his eyes, looking at Spike. He then got a grim look on his face, but he concealed it the best he could, but knowing Spike: it would not last for long.

Spike looked around the place and saw some creatures shopping. He then turned around to look at Garble who concealed his face like a tightened rope. Spike turned towards him fully, crossing his arms and leaning to the right. Spike’s face morphed into one of disappointment.

Garble noticed this and looked down towards the ground, the stone was littered with filth. He sighed, he knew that whatever came out of Spike’s mouth would be correct. He pulled out his right hand from his pocket and scratched his orange hair or spikes. (Dragons can choose between spikes and hair whenever they want to.)

”Akiyama–Chan, I know that losing Blush–San has impacted you, but you cannot cry and do nothing. If you want to find out who did it, then you are going to have to help me research this case.” Spike’s words were impactful. Spike had not moved from his position either.

Behind Spike was a trashcan that you could see through because there were tiny holes. To the left of Garble or in Spike’s case, left, we're different stores from clothing, tourism, books and others. The building beside Spike and Garble we're purplish-grey, there were two front doors with large glass windows at the top and bottom. The frames with the handle were whiteish blue.

Garble’s eyes showed no emotion, his hands were in his pockets once again, his orange hair flowing with the light breeze of the wind. His suit also flowed a little bit from the breeze but not as much.

”You are correct,” Garble’s voice held no hint of bite or sarcasm. He then used his left hand to pull out a pack of cigarettes from his outer pocket. He put the butt of one in his mouth and snapped his fingers, bringing forward a normal flame and lit it. He put the packet of cigarettes in his outer pocket again. ”I have found some critical information I would like to share.”

Spike’s posture became more relaxed his hands were to his side and he did not lean. He looked at Garble with knowledge in his eyes. Spike craved it right now.

”I found out that Blush–San was indebted to a loan shark. I don’t know what she needed the money for, but that is what you and I are about to find out.” Garble’s voice held no room for argument albeit, there would not have been one.

Spike looked at Garble with a raised brow, trying to find out if Garble had an ulterior motive. Even though Garble is very smart, he tended to do things that benefited him very much, but in this case, it was very personal. This could potentially mess the whole operation up if Garble was not controlling his emotions.

”Fine, where is the loan shark?” Spike asked. Garble did not smile, he merely nodded towards his friend. He then walked past Spike, heading for wherever the loan shark was, that was the assumption that Spike made anyways.

Spike turned to where Garble was walking and Spike sighed, he then jogged to catch up with his friend.

Spike had no idea where he was. He had never been in this area of the town. The buildings all almost looked vacant but there was a rich vibe to it. The buildings were purplish white and were flowing together, mixing with the other buildings, with no alleyways to be seen.

Garble walked on, not allowing himself to rest until he had gotten the answers he deserved about Blush–Sans’ death. He owed it to her. He may have given up on a lot of things, but he would never give up on his friends.

Garble stopped outside of a building that was to his left. The building had six floors, made out of red bricks and cement, there were boarded windows. The front door had two guards on either side guarding it on the outside. They were wearing red suits, and we're looking directly at Garble who looked ready to fight them. To the left of Garble who was facing the building was another building of the same material but there was a store called: The Flim Flam Brothers Joke Shop. Spike agreed, those two brothers were nothing more but jokes to society.

Spike saw that the security guards were looking at Garble intensely, he was looking quite angry if you looked into his eyes, but otherwise, he looked calm and collected which put the guards on high alert.

The street behind Spike had cars parked in an aligned order. There was a limousine right in front of the building on the street that belonged to the loan shark. Spike gritted his teeth in anger. If the loan shark killed Blush–San then he would sell the valuable items and give the money to Blush–Sans’ family as compensation.

”What are you doing here? Leave right now!” The security guard from Garble’s right side said, walking slowly towards him. Garble looked at the guard with amusement. They kill his mare friend and now they ask him to leave? How pathetic...

Garble rushed towards the guard who ordered him to leave. The guard had no time to respond as he felt Garbles’ hand on his right shoulder and being yanked away, hitting the limousine, headfirst into the backseat window. The alarm started to wail, causing some creatures to stop and stare at what was going on.

Spike walked towards the guy who was clutching his head from the limousine. He turned around when he heard footsteps and was met with a fist to the face, causing him to stumble backwards, his back hitting the car. The guy then pushed himself towards Spike, swinging his fists left and right.

Spike gave the guy a crazy grin, his right eye was red from adrenaline. He started taunting the guy with how he punched him, making the guy run towards Spike, trying to hit his head from the left and right with but to no avail. Spike dodged a right fist from him, sidestepping to the left and punching him in the stomach.

The guy he was fighting was human, had black hair and blue eyes. His nose looked to be broken from the punch Spike gave him earlier. He growled and got back up to his feet, but Spike lowered himself with his right leg out and spun himself, making the guy fall. The guy hit his back and howled in pain at that.

Spike got up, not breaking a sweat. He looked down at the guy and gave him a look of sympathy. ”You should honestly train, it will take the pain away.” Spike did not sound taunting like he usually was, but he did not sound friendly either.

The second guard got angry and tried to hit Garble with a left fist raised but Garble caught it and hit him in the armpit. The guy cried out, clutching his armpit with his right hand, falling to his knees. Spike then ran towards the guy, kicking him right in the face with his right foot as if he was a soccer player.

The guy then hit his back on the ground and groaned in pain but he closed his eyes, falling into subconsciousness.

”The first guy was more fun...” Spike grumbled smashing the glass of the right door and opening it up from the inside. Spike opened the door and walked inside. The walls were coloured in crystal red that seemed to shine. The ceiling was made out of black wood that was the most expensive in the world. It could only be found in Pheonix colonies.

There was a hallway and Spike walked down, being quickly followed by Garble who looked the most eager to find the loan shark. The floors were made of grey marble with yellow swirls that made it stand out.

Spike saw there was a staircase to the right and walked up, Garble being quickly behind. Spike clenched his fists, ready to fight anyone who fought dirty. He may be a Yakuza, but there are Yakuza’s that fight dirty but those are very few.

When they reached the next floor, that we're met with emptiness, there was nothing there. There was no one there as well. Spike scoffed at those and Garble looked around as if someone was watching him, he was getting antsy...

Spike pulled out the baseball bat, ready to fight. He put it on his right shoulder while Garble took a right, walking to see if the loan shark was there. Spike looked at the marbled tile floor. Spike whistled, this was a professional loan shark. Spike looked behind him at where he and Garble had walked out.

There were two walls to the left and right and kind of reminded Spike of when you said down a bunker. Spike saw that there was a door on the far left side from his position but it was most likely in the middle, but because of the staircase walls, it was hard to see.

The staircase walls were white and had flowing stems that lead to a huge Lily flower. It swirled well with the walls and was very calming and made Spike relax more than he probably should be.

His left hand was clenched into a fist while his right hand was holding the baseball bat. Spike’s face was impassive but it was hard, showing that there was no room for messing around. He was here to ask a loan shark what he knows, but Spike knew that whatever came out of the mouth of the loan shark would only put Garble on edge.

Spike started walking towards the door to see if the loan shark was there if he maybe left some evidence that he could work with. He was by no means an expert, he wasn’t a detective, but he did have enough smarts to figure out who did it with the right amount of evidence. His shoes made the distinctive clicking sound when the marble tile came in contact with his shoes but it sounded satisfying.

Spike then heard a scream come from his left and saw a part human come flying towards Spike. He sidestepped and the human landed against the wall. Spike looked to his left again and saw Garble calmly walking towards the part human. Spike grinned towards Garble that the other dragon completely ignored.

Spike looked at the part human and realized he was a sea creature... the part-human was part shark as well. Spike has dealt with many loan sharks, but this was the first time he has ever dealt with a part shark or even a shark at all. It was in a weird twisted way hilarious. Sharks are mostly known for being criminals but never lending money, but not all sharks are like that. Only some we're.

The loan shark was wearing a purple suit with a green shirt and black pants and black shoes. He crawled a little towards Spike but Spike did not bother stopping him.

”Please! Help! He is trying to kill me!” The loan Shark desperately pleaded with Spike who laughed, he had a few kills under his belt and seeing a loan shark that is part shark pleading with him, he could not help but cackle.

Spike right hand clutched the bat harder and he swung it on the head of the loan shark who cried out in pain. The loan shark clutched his head, feeling pain from the bat that had been swung on his head. He then used his left hand and feet to get up and looked at Spike with pleading eyes. The loan shark had arctic blue eyes, white from and a blue back.

”Tell us what you know about Blush–San, she came to you asking to lend money, how much and what would she be using it for?” Garble’s voice sounded blank, no emotion was inside of his words, it was as if he stopped caring of how the words came out.

The loan shark looked like he was about to refuse, Spike then put the head of the baseball bat in his chest right in the middle and the loan shark gulped. He started sweating, hyperventilating.

”She borrowed five million bits!” He exclaimed, his hands raised as if he was at gunpoint. Spike was simply one meter from him, the same was for Garble. The next Patriarch of the Majima family and the owner of Sky Finance looked at each other.

Spike turned his head back to the loan shark who was sweating more than the creatures going to the gym. ”Why did she ask for so much money?” Spike asked in a neutral tone.

”S–she said that some creature had been stalking her! She also said that she needed the money to help some friend with a mega-casino. Her mother had her hands tied apparently.” Spike looked at Garble who looked like he was lost.

”Who is her mother?” Garble asked.

”She is some part Hovkorean mare that is also part Neighpanese. Her name is Park, Mirei Park!”

Author's Note

The plot thickens!