Chapter Ten: Espio III

Journal of a Ninja Chameleon

Do not open this book without permission from me, Espio. Do not even touch it, please. There are some things other people aren't authorized to view. They are for my eyes only, and would be best if they stay that way.

Consider yourself warned.

Entry 3: 2 October 2012

Today one of us is supposed to go and buy food. Today I was supposed to go and buy food. So why am I 'idly hanging around' in the agency headquarters? (I call it 'meditating', but Vector calls it 'idly hanging around').

Because Vector decided that he'd had enough of carrots, and he'd rather do the shopping himself than let me do it again, that's why.

And knowing Vector, he's going to buy a whole lot of fizzy drinks and junk food to last himself and Charmy a lifetime. He wonders why Charmy is so obsessed with potato chips, but he doesn't even take any time to introspect himself. Typical Vector.

So here I was, on the floor meditating with my eyes closed, when suddenly I sensed something approaching. Something small, and there was the whirr of a pair of wings. Then there was a muffled little giggle.

"Charmy, no," I said and opened one eye.

"Aww, man!" moaned Charmy. He was holding a pepper shaker. "I was trying to surprise you."

Well, here's the thing. Vector uses the pepper shaker method to jolt me out of my meditation before cases. He'd shake some pepper out on me until I sneezed and had no choice but to listen to him.

But Charmy, on the other hand, sees this method as just another way to annoy me.

"Don't even think of pulling any tricks on me today, Charmy Bee," I warned him. "Wait till Vector gets back, OK?"

"Aww man!" Charmy went away, complaining. "You're no fun. I remember when Mighty was here, he'd let me pull any pranks on anyone. He'd just say, 'Well, let him have his fun. After all, he's just a kid'." His complains got softer and softer until I finally couldn't hear anything at all.

I sighed, and it was that kind of sigh that breaks your heart. Why did Charmy have to mention that name? Suddenly I froze as I ventured a guess. Did he know that secretly, I still haven't lost hope to find Mighty?

No, I told myself firmly. That can't be right. There was no way Charmy could know. No one has read my journal yet. No one has even seen my journal yet. No one even knew I had a journal.

But Mighty was right, Charmy was just a kid.

A very, very annoying one at that.