July 23, 2011; 13:32 Mishima Cape

Many of the things we are taught from birth are either seen as subjective or objective. However, one fact you cannot differ or debunk is that people make business off money, not humanity, love, or care toward one another, otherwise slave trades and burglary jobs wouldn't exist.

Someone always benefits in the end, and in some situations. Some always suffer. The world isn't black and white, there are various viewpoints and different perspectives. And as such, someone may see it necessary to rob a bank or a nearby convenience store to help support themselves. This also applies to the aforementioned slave traders. Slavery has been abolished in many countries over the past two decades. But even in this modern-day slave trades still exist in some parts of the world.

Point is, there is always another perspective, another side to the story. Does mean I'm defending slavery? No. In my perspective and most likely many others, slavery isn't right. People aren't objects meant to be purchased. But there is always perspective. What does any of this have to do with what is happening right now? I have apparently caught the attention of a police officer while I was lost trying to find the main road that leads north out of the town. I've never liked dealing with authority figures because most if not all conversations I engage with them involve said figure wagging their badge around like a jock's stool. Not like I haven't had enough of those instances in the past.

I figured I'd tell the old man I was lost and needing directions but he found it necessary to search me down before I could even get my intention across and tossed my hand-me-down moped up and down the street going through what I was able to pack along with myself. "What is your current state of address". "Currently that shabby moped you just tossed over the fence." For the past ten minutes we've engaged in question and answer conversations with little progress. "Sir, I was intending to ask for directions for the northern main road out of town until you deemed it necessary to search my sole existence." Now, my moped I could toss out myself, and see myself doing as such soon seeing this man being able to toss such an object around with ease. It did not cost much for me since I had it brought over from my former country of residence; America. What was my sole existence was the 19" inch tall desktop computer and monitor setup I had completely disassembled and strapped to the moped before the cop ripped away all my safety measures against damage.

That aside, I worded my statement just right with an even tone. This way I should be able to make some much needed progress. "Due to the decreasing crime rates in Japan, our roles in society have been much more simplified. I stopped you because you're a foreigner, and it is part of our role to stop foreigners and see ID, to ensure there are no illegals if you know what I'm saying." The officer said with a pinch of sarcasm near the end.

The truth of the matter is I had approached the officer first but just by the first look he had given me I felt that something troublesome was going to happen. I had neglected to obtain some sort of ID other than my passport. Which I've been withholding due to the officer's blatant frustration. I had planned to fully set up my ID situation after settling in, but planning ahead be damned I wanted to take it easy the week before the leave for Japan. "So the police officers in this country have so little to do so they pull freshly arrived foreign citizens of Japan aside for search downs." I casually throw out in the open with an intentional smirk on my face. "After thorough searching I have come to the conclusion of placing you under arrest for illegal entry into the country without any form of ID whatsoever." The cop said with a tint of confidence, He must have done this before. "Any form of ID you say? Why didn't you say so? My passport is in my coat pocket." Right before I approached the officer, I had stowed my coat in my suitcase due to it being redundant to wear in 30°C temperatures. He did search my suitcase, but got distracted talking to me and looked over it. Which honestly is quite hilarious to me. Even the people in Japan are just as stupid as their American counterparts.

"..I see.." The officer proceeds to thoroughly search my suitcase and finds the aforementioned coat and searches it. Not long after he pulls out my passport and examines it thoroughly. The entire reason this charade led on like it had was because he asked for driver's license. Which is idiotic considering he knows I'm a teenage foreigner and I had stated my name and age. I am too young to apply for a driver's license in Japan. Maybe my little charade was unnecessary. Of course, the initial confrontation and search down was troublesome but I intentionally neglected from telling him of my passport, intentionally being specific as he had asked for my non-existent driver's license and not any form of ID. Maybe he was just that stupid or assumed I knew he meant any kind of ID. This man may have had plans instead of playing along a charade with a teenager. Thinking on it further I'd always be a bit suspicious of a foreigner in my own country so look who's been hypocritical. Realizing this. I decide to retrace my position and let him have his moment.

"Now, none of this would of happened if you'd just told me of the passport young one. I may of actually arrested you for false charges if you hadn't spoken up last second. We have roles to fulfill and from a personal standpoint, I'm still not so certain of your reason being here. You stated you're transferring to a school in this town. Yet, you've dodged every attempt at answering the name of the school." He has a point, I have purposely dodged every attempt he tries at an answer about the school I'm transferring to. The school I'm transferring to is what is more commonly known as an isolated prison based on the rumors Chizuru has heard. So despite how risky it is to go off rumors, I'm more than a little hesitant when it comes to disclosing that information. But seeing how the train is now moving I'd be shooting myself in the foot here not answering. "Mihama Academy…"

"I see. Well, not like you won't be in good company there. I occasionally see one of the students there from time to time and they're not trouble makers for the most part." "I've heard several rumors surrounding the academy, so forgive me for being so reluctant for answering your question about my soon-to-be place of academic achievement." "Does that answer why you were so reluctant to tell me of your passport until just now?" "…" Now if it was any hotter out here, my mood would most likely be a bit snippier and I would of informed him of the small sadist in me. That would have landed me a good night's rest in the Stoney Lonesome most likely.

"Well, I'll be on my way, see you around Akira-san.". The cop said rounding the corner, damn bastard just left me here to clean this slop up. Is that even legal here? Well, maybe I had this coming.

Akira Hiroshi

Former Name: Matt Sharp

Age: 16

Date of Birth: August 3rd, 1994

Attributes

- Logical thinker

- Overthinker

- Cynical

- Computer geek

- Kind Heart (formerly)

Likes

- History

- Intelligent conversations

- Gaming

- Reading

Dislikes

- Ignorance

- Arrogance

- Troublesome situations

- Relationships

Body Stature

- Very tall, 182.88cm

- Not very strong in upper body

- Above average lower body strength

- Weighs 82kg

This is very experimental and whether or not I continue this is up to any reception I get from this, positive or negative