GShidou-private-eye

"Sand" Pokémon - Tracey/Jay   Jay plonked her backpack down on the sand, using it to sit on, facing out towards the sea. She sat not too close to the water's edge to get wet, but close enough to watch the movement of the tide as it lapped up teasingly towards their feet before withdrawing back out across the beach. Tracey more than happily pulled his own backpack from his shoulders and did the same. Jay's main partner Charmeleon, however, was not as happy about it.   "Come on, Charmy," Jay protested, as he scrambled up her lap and practically on top of her head. She wasn't a trainer to particularly nickname her Pokémon, but Char

   "Gee!"   "Open your eyes, Gee!"   The shouts kept coming, keeping me from fading. My chest still burned. Why couldn't they just let me die in peace? Wasn't taking a bullet enough on my part? Someone then shook me roughly. If I'd had the energy, I would have frowned. I was dying here - you'd think they'd be a bit more gentle with me.   But even as the thought passed through my mind, I realised that I was thinking past the pain. Actually, the more I thought about it, it didn't seem quite as painful as when the bullet had first hit. Was that normal? I didn't exactly get shot on a regular basis, so I wasn't sure. With my mind feeling mir

   If I hadn't been acutely aware that this was possibly our last day in Osaka, then I could have been getting very fed up of this damn Nisa convenience store. As it was, it was probably the staff who were getting fed up of us. The store clearly didn't restock anymore than at least every three days - I'd cleared out a whole shelf of the cheap branded energy drinks during our time here. Now I was being forced onto the more expensive Red Bull. Not that I was complaining when it came to taste. Only in the cost department.   And because I was so aware that our time in Osaka could be ending, I'd taken Johnny's advice maybe a little to heart. I w

   Dammit. The tower wobbled precariously as I tried, as carefully as humanly possible, to inch the block out of its foundations. I was the only one who seemed to be struggling. Stupid game... I'd quickly learnt that playing Jenga with L was instantly a losing battle from the word 'go'.   Oh yeah, we were playing Jenga. I wasn't trying to demolish a real building or anything.   I'd discovered that playing Jenga was L's superpower. I played Jenga like a normal person. L on the other hand... I swear he had some kind of x-ray vision that allowed him to see through the tower. He had some ridiculously perfect ability to know which blocks were