Literal mountains of trash tossed everywhere until the eye can reach; stenches drilling into your nose without you even wanting; sometimes, at the sides of your eyes, you could see plagues like rats running around. People really did not like junkyards; Calvin himself wasn't too fond of them. The reasons he was in here were simple: it was cheaper finding pieces here than anywhere else and he had an eye for things in a relatively good state that could be restored.

Cars spare parts where expensive but it was his passion. Just like any kid, he played with cars since small but he never grew tired of them. He just wanted to discover more about them and create more. He could name almost any brand of car, its origin, inventor, in between many other details that not everyone knows. Many thought he was obsessive and while that could be true he didn't let that bother him at all. Right now, he just focused in getting the pieces he needed.

It was quite: few people would be there so Calvin had him for himself. He just walked, found the pieces that looked salvageable and continued his way. Suddenly, he felt a strike on his head. It felt like something thing but solid had hit him,

"Auuuuuch" He said slowly and softly. He looked behind him and saw a short and fatty woman with an edgeless wood sword. It was his mother, Mrs. Maxwell.

"I knew I would found you here losing your time!" She said severely. "Do you know what time it is?"

Calvin always had a watch with him, because he could easily losing the time notion with his passion. The idea was to have something to avoid that. The plan was not working, obviously. "Two and a half?" He said, not realizing the problem.

"And what day is today?"

"Today is…." Calvin checked again. It was then that panic started to get to him, realizing he had forgotten something very important. "Crap."

His room was a disaster, papers, posters, clothes and boxes of empty food on the floor, nothing that out of the ordinary for a young adult. Now that was the huge problem since he couldn't find anything that he wanted. He was doing many things at once, trying to prepare clothing for days, wash his teeth and find his special equipment for the mission.

"Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?" He said, each time faster, more desperate and it sounded strange since he still had his toothbrush in his mouth.

"And why this happens?" His mother said while looking from the door.

"Because I don't prepare things with time." He replied. It was the story of his life. He was tired and bored of hearing it all the time. It was still truth but it was tiresome. "You know, you could help me find my gear faster."

"You are not a kid anymore, not to mention you are a samurai. If you can't kept things at your reach, How are you going to save the world?"

And that was another thing he had been chastise for his entire life. Although, once again, she was right. Calvin didn't liked it but his mother rarely was wrong about what she complained. He just sighed and continued his search. Luckily, an origami yellow monkey appeared on the shelf, with a tiny yellow Japanese lamp.

"Oh, thank god!" Calvin exclaimed. Then his own monkey threw at his face, attaking him. "Au, au, au, au. I get it. Everyone is mad at me for being careless! Stop it already!" He shouted in the middle of the attack. The paper monkey jumped back where he was, leaving Calvin with small paper cuts. He was still relieved that they entered on his package. "Ok, now only the toothbrush is missing." He said and then it repeated that same process of `Where is it?´ again. After a minute, his mother made a throat cleaning sound. The young man looked at her and she made a gesture on her face. Calvin did the same as her and finally realized that he had the wanted object on his mouth. He was really ashamed for not realizing it before.

He put everything he needed on his bags and run toward his car. "Calvin Maxwell!" His mother called just before he sat on the driver´s seat. The young blond gulped. Nothing to make you feel like you were going to get nagged like being called by your full name.

"Did I forget something else?" He asked, ready for whatever she might say.

"Yes." She replied. Then she hugged him. He was a little surprised but joined her soon.

"I promise I will be careful"

"Of course you will. I raised you after all." Her words might had been demanding, but her tone was soft, sweet and comprehensible. "Just get there as soon as possible."

"Got it." Then they let go each other. He sat on the car and turned it on. He took a moment to let go of a held air he didn't know he had. He wasn't sure what to expect from his future partners. Would they be flawed like him or perfect? In particular, he was worried about a certain person that he had met before. However, with time still pressing, he started mover his car.