I bought a gaming computer. So as a heads up, writing will slow down in two weeks, but here's hoping it works. If it doesn't, I still have my laptop, but I'd like a computer that is a bit more powerful (it's a CLX so for the price I'm paying it'd better be). Also, I want to try streaming a bit for fun.
Also, I want to get a commission done soon; I'm open to ideas if anyone has any ideas. Especially after the next couple of chapters...hehehehehehehe.
But yeah, this chapter will finally be the end of Mei alone for a bit and dealing more with Yuzu! Please bear with me for a bit longer.
"And we're here," announced Mitsuko as she pulled the car carefully into the parking space inside the overly cramped parking garage across from the police station. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"I beg to differ," panted Mei as she tried to pry her fingers off her bag. "Honestly, how did you get your license driving like that?"
"Because I'm a safe driver," explained Mitsuko with a smile.
"You call running two red lights, forgetting your turn signal multiple times, and turning onto a one-way street in the wrong direction safe driving?!"
Mei's heart was pounding in her chest as the memories of the honking horns, curses, and flashing cameras buffeted her brain.
"What was I thinking getting a ride with you?"
"You were thinking that since you're my client and friend that you could trust me with getting to where you needed to be safe." Mitsuko sighed and began unbuckling herself and grabbing her things. "Besides, that one-way wasn't properly marked, and I'm pretty sure I crossed the line at the intersection before the lights red, so we should be fine."
"'Should be' doesn't translate to 'will be,'" whispered Mei, her heart rate slowing but still slightly elevated. "Just because you're a lawyer that doesn't mean you don't know everything."
"No shit," retorted Mitsuko, her eyes narrowing. "But I'm here because you hired me. Not only that, but I brought you here because you're my friend before being my client, and this is what friends do. I get that I'm not the best driver, but I wasn't intentionally trying to scare you. If it's such a problem for you, then I'll have Maruta bring you next time, so you aren't scared."
Mei felt a pang of guilt filled her stomach as Mitsuko spoke. She hated herself for judging Mitsuko and admitted that the older woman was one of the few people she trusted to handle this.
"I appreciate you for coming, Mitsuko," said Mei quietly as she flexed her hands, loosening the cramped muscles. "I don't know if I've ever said this, but you and Maruta are the only two I trust to handle the legal side of this, and I'm sorry for seeming like I'm ungrateful."
"It's all right," said after a few moments Mitsuko before she stretched and double-checked the clock to make sure they were still on time. "We're both under a lot of stress, so we're not in the best place mentally, which means we were bound to snap at each other sooner or later. And look, I know I don't know a lot about traffic law, so you don't have to remind me. I know that I only practice civil matters and copyright/trademark stuff, so I'll pay them if I get the tickets. I mean, I'm a lawyer, so while some people take their oath of office lightly. I take the three I have very seriously."
"Oath of office," asked Mei intrigued. "You have to take an oath of office?"
Sighing, Mitsuko raised her right hand and declared loudly, "'I Mitsuko Taniguchi: do solemnly swear (or affirm, as the case may be), that I will support the constitution of the United States and the constitution of the state of Illinois, and that I will faithfully discharge the duties of the office of attorney and counselor at law to the best of my ability.'"
When she put her hand down, Mitsuko's face was beet red, and when she turned and looked at Mei, both women began laughing at the seriousness and volume in which Mitsuko had recited her oath.
"That's incredible," chuckled Mei, covering her mouth while Mitsuko wiped a few tears from her eyes. "You've had to take three of those? Where are the other ones for?"
"New York and California," sighed Mitsuko as she finished rubbing her eyes. "But they're almost the same thing, so thankfully, you don't worry about me reciting those to you."
"That is a relief."
Mei and Mitsuko both chuckled, and once they quieted, Mei said, "I'm sorry for earlier. I do appreciate you driving me."
"You're welcome," said Mitsuko with a thumbs up. "And I promise, next time I drive you somewhere, I'll be sure to pay better attention or let you drive."
"Then we'll for sure end up in the hospital or dead."
After another brief laugh, Mei and Mitsuko grabbed their things and chatted about nonsense topics as they got into the elevator to keep their minds off what was to come.
When the doors opened, Mei was amazed at how modern the department looked. She'd expected something like a crime drama, but it was more like a regular office building than a police department, from what she could tell.
"Are you sure we're in the right place," she asked as Mitsuko led her toward the security checkpoint.
"Oh yeah." Mitsuko waved at the security officer, a young woman a little younger than Mei but several times more intimidating, dressed in her blues and wearing her equipment. "Hey, Maria, they got you on desk duty again?"
"Yeah," grumbled the cop as she checked Mitsuko's id and placed her bag on a security belt. "One of the rookies fucked up on a bag check, and since I haven't in the past several months, guess who gets stuck training them to fix their bad habits."
"That sucks," replied Mitsuko empathetically. "What'd they miss? "And where are they?"
"That's classified, and you know it," chuckled the officer after she finished scanning Mitsuko's bag and doing an eye check to make sure the machine hadn't screwed up before having her sign in. "And they're on a bathroom break. I think her nerves are finally getting the better of her. Anyway, good luck in there, and remember keep your visitor badge visible at all times and don't go anywhere you aren't supposed to, and check-in with the desk sergeant. Miss? I can help you out now."
Approaching the desk, Mei handed over her belongings. She submitted to getting checked, finding it difficult not to feel nervous while the woman scanned her, checked her bag, and interrogated Mei about the reason for her visit.
When she explained, the officer nodded and pointed at Mitsuko and began speaking in her stiff, professional manner.
"She knows where you're headed, so follow her, and she'll take you where you need to go. And the same rules that apply to her apply to you. Keep your badge visible, check in with all officers, don't go where you're not supposed to, and do what they say in case of an emergency. Follow those rules, and we won't have any problems. If you get lost, follow the signs for the sign-in desk or ask the nearest available officer for help, and they'll escort you back to where you need to go. Have a pleasant visit."
After grabbing her things, Mei watched as the officer continued her duty until a nervous-looking woman came sidling in before stopping to give her a brief chastisement for taking too long and allowing her to take over.
"That's a woman I wouldn't want to cross," said Mei while Mitsuko led her down a small maze of hallways and up a flight of stairs.
"Maria? Yeah, she's pretty hardcore. But don't let the tough act fool you; she's pretty sweet when off the job. Though she's gotten a little more frigid at work since they put her on desk duty and stuff while she recuperates."
"What's she recovering from," inquired Mei as they headed down another hall where Mitsuko waved at another officer she knew.
"She got shot," answered the taller woman matter of factly. "And her partner died after getting shot by the same person. Something about a raid they were both on; she doesn't like to talk about it. It's been tough on her and her family since it happened. So cut her some slack when you deal with her, for me, okay?"
"Absolutely."
Mei didn't even want to begin judging someone who'd gone through all that. While she had her own opinions on the matter, Mei generally respected people in the public service field so long as they were respectful and held themselves to the same standards they demanded from others.
It also helped that Kayo and Mitsuko had been her first experiences with people who worked in such a field. Thankfully, her experiences had been primarily positive, and she intended to keep them that way.
But after they took what felt like the thousandth left, Mei's patience was beginning to wear thin, and she was ready to whine like a child in the back seat of a car on a road trip when Mitsuko let out a sigh of relief.
"FINALLY!"
Coming to a stop, Mitsuko pointed at a door marked "Interview Room 527" and smiled.
"This is where we'll be meeting the old...the woman who purchased the painting," announced Mitsuko with a nervous cough. "She should already be in there, so if you're ready, we can go in."
"We can." Mei tried to peek through the blinds to see who was in the room but was unfortunately left blind, though she heard some muffled and disgruntled voices. "Who all are we supposed to meet?"
"I think we might be meeting the officer who was in charge of transporting the painting," answered Mitsuko, though she sounded uncertain. "He had to come because, you know, the chain of custody. Then there are the independent people who will examine it and give their assessment since it was requested that you remain a third party observer."
"I'm aware." Mei wondered if Mitsuko could even hear her through her clenched teeth. Luckily, Mitsuko understood her and placed her hand on Mei's shoulder and squeezed.
"Just keep an open mind," said the lawyer with a reassuring smile. "I mean, think about it, if it's real, you're out a little cash, and you get your grandfather's painting back. If it's not, then you keep your money, and we get to keep looking for another fifty years, and that lady is out several thousand dollars. So while not ideal, at least the scales are balanced."
"That is a nice way to think about it." Mei managed a half-smile before letting out a deep breath and nodding. "Okay, let's go in and get this over. I want to get this over with and get back to work."
"Sounds like a plan, ma'am."
With that, Mitsuko opened the door and stuck her head in, and asked, "Sorry for being a few minutes late. Are you ready to..."
"It's about damn time," came a loud cracking voice. "I have been waiting almost an hour for you to arrive. Is this how you treat your elders? Or is it because you're hoping that I'd give up and leave you with the painting. Because if that's the case, I'll see you all burn in hell be..."
"Mrs. Brown please," came the exasperated voice of a young man from inside the room. "We are here to figure this out, and we were only early because of your insistence, and threatening the people we're here to meet won't solve anything."
"Well, if they hadn't made me fly halfway across the damn country to confirm whether or not a painting I spent my hard-earned money on is real or not, I'd be in a better mood. Those girls are right to be sorry since we're doing this on that useless coattail riding granddaughter's terms. So I don't see the harm in correcting them that they should have done me the courtesy of showing up before me, not after, to ensure this whole farce is finished. Honestly, having a ninety-three-year-old woman flying all the way here for such a bullshit reason is absolute malarkey."
Mei felt a small swell of anger at the woman's insult; she found something humourous in the older woman's cantankerous speech and found herself chuckling. But when Mitsuko caught her, Mei stopped and collected herself and followed Mitsuko inside as a more deep and commanding voice began to speak.
"Mrs. Brown, we've already told you that due to the nature of the crime, this was the most reasonable solution. As the inciting incident took place here in Chicago and the victim is a resident here, we are..."
"Victim my foot," snorted the shriveled old woman at an annoyed, burly, fifty-something-year-old with a shaved head, wearing a crisp blue suit before pointing accusatorily at Mei.
"That little brat is only doing this because she didn't get enough money from her grandfather and is now playing the victim by trying to blame Amamiya since he cut her out on the sales. Or maybe she's feeling guilty about blowing her inheritance and..."
"Mr. Clark! I'll remind you that your client..."
"Mrs. Brown, one more word out of you, and I'll have you..."
While Mitsuko, the other attorney, and the officer began getting into it with one another, Mei, despite her anger, approached the table. Both her eyes and the older woman's locked onto one another's. Mei could see the faintest hint of a smirk form in the corner of the woman's mouth as Mei pulled out a chair. The sound of the metal scraping on the floor had Clark covering his ears while Mitsuko and the officer both shut up immediately. Ignoring them, Mei took her seat, set her tablet down, and once it was safely out of the way, lifted the three giant folders and box of photos she'd brought with her and slammed them down onto the table as hard as she could, scaring not only the attorneys but Mrs. Brown as well.
The top of the box flew off, sending everything from old polaroids to more recent prints flying in every direction across the room.
"So childish," huffed Mrs. Brown, straightening her blouse. "Honestly, your generation can't even handle the slightest bit of critici..."
"Mrs. Brown, what do you know about my grandfather," inquired Mei as she began picking up some of the photographs while Mitsuko and the officer started doing the same. "I mean, what do you know about who he was outside of the limelight? Or better yet, what do you know about any artist that people consider to be famous or? Not what newspaper clippings, the so-called biographies all say, or the scandalous stories you and your art club friends discuss during your meetings. Or the garbage dealers peddle to you about what he was going through emotionally when he started a particular piece, or it's supposed rarity that made you think you just had to have that particular work."
"I don't know what you're talking about," huffed the woman, her face turning a shade darker as you spoke.
"Then allow me to fill you in," said Mei with a slight cough, and after asking if she could have a drink from the water pitcher on the table, she sipped it and let out a small sigh before beginning.
"The art industry, as I'm sure you're aware, is one of the most dubious industries to exist. If you asked me to compare it to other sectors, I'd compare its stability to the stock market or how people collect cards and comics. There's a chance that the painting and artist could become famous enough to garner some attention and even sell for a profit, just like those I previously mentioned. Many artists like, if we want to go the cliched route, Van Gogh didn't become well regarded after their deaths."
"I'm aware of that," sniffed Mrs. Brown after taking a sip from her glass of water. "I've lived longer than your grandfather's career child; I've seen so many wars and economic crises that it'd make your head spin. But I've always come out on top through intelligent and calculated risks. It's how I made my fortune, and it's how my husband made his."
"It's also how my grandfather made his fortune," explained Mei, who smirked when she saw the confusion spread on the old woman's face. Bending forward, Mei gently patted the box of pictures that were now neatly back in their box, though not in their original order.
"I thought your grandfather was a painter," said Mr. Clark, who looked almost as confused as his client. "If he ran in similar circles with my client, why is it he wasn't more well known? He could have used his connections to become more famous."
"He was an artist first and foremost," said Mei pulling out several pictures, some of before his death and others from his younger days; some were of him by himself. But most included him training or discussing his work with a member of the family. "He very much enjoyed painting, and it was his first career and love. But if you had even bothered to look into the financial records that I submitted to the police of my own volition to show that I wasn't running some illegal racketeering scam. My grandfather was a man of many talents: stocks, real estate, banking, hospital, and school administration, to name a few. My grandfather had his hands in many industries because he knew that he'd never be able to make it as a painter without some stroke of luck. That's why when he was younger, he painted in his spare time, and nobody ever heard of him until he was almost thirty. It's also why he never used his connections. For a long time, he had a pseudonym, preferring to let his work speak for itself. But also, I mean, he was simply a stockholder or an investor. He rarely sat on any boards, so it's not surprising he and your client never crossed paths."
"I was unaware of that," whispered Mrs. Brown as she took another drink of water. "Nobody ever said anything about it when he was discussed and..."
"That's because he wanted it that way," explained Mei cooly. "My grandfather didn't want people butting into our personal lives. It's why he never allowed a biography or anyone to come and watch him paint. But there are records."
Mei patted the box and smiled fondly at them.
"These containers hold a timeline of the progress on the paintings he never finished." Mei let her hand rest on them as she spoke, remembering all the hours she spent at his side, taking in all the knowledge he wanted to give her before he died. "They're the only records of them, and he was meticulous at keeping records, financial or otherwise. So that's why I'm certain we can figure this out and why I'm willing to repay you for any inconvenience and not press charges, even though you technically may or may not have bought stolen goods. I say may not because if it was a forgery, then I'm sure we're all aware of what that means for you."
"I don't need your charity," snorted Mrs. Brown as she glared at Mei, her blood pressure rising. "I was told it was sold off in an estate sale. My buyer confirmed it. I had no idea that it might have been stolen until the police showed up at my home. In the middle of a dinner party, much to my embarrassment."
"I don't care about the possible social ramifications your purchase might have had on you," said Mei, her body tensed, and her voice went from fond to icy so quickly that everyone in the room somehow went even more silent. "What I care about is that in my moment of grief, I allowed that man to violate not only my trust but also my home. A man whom my grandfather told me not to trust with my work and who, because of my stupidity, ended up stealing my grandfather's once he realized I didn't care about making a name for myself since I was happy with the work I was doing as a freelancer. So while you and your friends may think that I've blown through everything he left me, the truth is I learned just as much from him as I could from any college. Between my investments and work, I don't need any more money. All I care about is making sure his dream and his work aren't trivialized. So, if I have to spend every last cent to make sure the legacy he left me to pass on isn't perverted or treated like some prize by stuck-up snobs like you, then I will gladly go bankrupt doing it."
When she finished, everyone present looked uncomfortable. The officer looked uncomfortable and unsure of what to say. Mitsuko looked proud but apprehensive as she wasn't sure what would happen next, and Mr. Clark and Mrs. Brown were both hesitant to say anything further while the officer remained silent.
And so they sat, each one of them silently waiting for the other to move the next piece in the match as the analog clock's ticking echoed off the walls.
Finally, Mr. Clark made a motion toward his client when everyone jumped as a loud banging noise coming from the door.
"Come in," coughed the officer, wiping the sweat off his brow. "The door's opened."
"Hey, Lieutenant," said a cheery middle-aged man with sandy hair, green eyes, dressed in civilian attire, though the badge at his hip said otherwise. "Just wanted to let you know that the experts are here and are just waiting to see if you all are ready to go ahead with the inspection. I would've knocked earlier, but it sounded a little heated in here."
"I think we're ready, Greg," said the Lieutenant looking at the present parties. "Miss Aihara has brought the requested materials, she just needs to see which painting it is, and she can give hand them over to you if she's still willing to proceed, that is."
Mitsuko looked to Mei, who nodded and began straightening up her paperwork as the older woman said, "We're ready so long as Mrs. Brown and Mr. Clark have no objections."
Mr. Clark looked to his client, who finally shook her head in defeat and said, "Very well. Just get this over with. But only on the condition that I will not be charged with any crime. I have said how and why I purchased it, and I have all the proper paperwork to show that I thought I was making a legal purchase and will hand over any information you ask. Get it in writing or record it or whatever it is you do, and only then will I subject myself to this."
"How long will that take," asked the Lieutenant to both Mr. Clark and Mitsuko.
"We can set up something here for audio and video confirmation and do the paperwork at a later date, I believe. Shouldn't take much longer," explained Mr. Clark. "So long as you have a camera nearby that we can use Charles, then we can get it done rather quickly. Is that fine with you, Ms. Taniguchi?"
Mitsuko deferred to Mei, who nodded and voiced her consent.
With that clarified, Charles looked at the man who was waiting patiently at the door and said, "Greg, go and ask for one of the cameras. We'll be right here, and once that's done, we'll get everything ready. Until then, did you happen to take a picture of the painting so Ms. Aihara can begin the paperwork?"
"You're in luck," said Greg with an eerily familiar smile," I did. Here you go, Miss. They told me your grandfather marked it as 2016MBC if that helps."
Mei took a minute to figure out the code and felt her face flush as she said, "It does."
It took her only a minute to flip through the pages and set them aside for the man named Greg to take.
"Please make sure nobody takes any photographs or copies them. I don't need any more problems to build up around this."
"We got you covered," said the man with a wink and before heading toward the door. "I'll make sure someone signs these in as evidence, and we have someone else from my home department along with someone from this department in the room as well as security monitors to make sure nobody pulls anything funny."
"Will I get the pictures back," asked Mei, her hand drifting to the stack. "You said you need them as evidence, and I don't want anything to happen to them or for someone to steal them. So I'm not sure..."
"Only this stack," said Charles calmly, sensing Mei's hesitance, "and only for a short time. I promise you that we're doing this to protect you and your property. If nothing else happens within a month or so, you'll get them back, and I'll personally ensure that nothing happens to them."
"Mitsuko," said Mei, a pleading look in her eye. "Do I have to?"
"I'd say it's better to be safe than sorry," answered Mitsuko, her face neutral as she spoke, "and if they're requesting you to, it's better to go along for now. I can vouch for these guys, Mei. I've worked with them a few times, and they've never done anything wrong by my book."
"Okay." Mei sighed, nodded, and waved at the stack. "If she agrees, then I agree. Just add it to the pile of paperwork I'm already filling out."
"Will do." Greg nodded at Mei and waved at Charles. "Okay, Lieutenant, I'll get all that stuff, and we can get cracking on this."
"We're the same rank, Greg," groaned Charles as he ran his hand over his face. "We went to the same school and academy, for God's sake! We graduated together! And we worked in the same department for seven years!"
"You're department, though, buddy," laughed Greg as he headed to the door. "So you're the boss! Be back in ten."
"What a strange man," huffed Mrs. Brown once the door shut behind the newly revealed Lieutenant, and Mei couldn't help but agree with her.
"And you're sure of this," inquired Mitsuko three hours later as she looked at the two women and the man who'd been hired to examine the painting.
"We are, Ms. Tachibana," said the woman on the left. "And unfortunately, Mrs. Brown, we're all in agreement that you purchased a replica. A good one, but nowhere near the skill or standard Mr. Aihara set on himself. If you look here..."
"Save it," snapped the woman, waving her hand at the large painting of what appeared to be an ancient medieval battlefield. "You've already given me the worst news I've heard in a long time, so get out of my sight and take the damn thing with you."
"Thank you all for your help," said the Lieutenant and Mitsuko before allowing an officer to escort them out.
When the door closed, Mrs. Brown sighed and shook her head, saying, "Well, I guess we're both at a loss."
She looked at Mei, and for once, the younger woman could see a tiny hint of sympathy behind the woman's eyes.
"So what now," said the woman, her grip tightening on her cane. "Do I just go home now?"
"Since you already gave us your art dealer's information and the agreed-upon information, and since Miss Aihara refuses to press charges, you are free to go," explained Charles with a sigh of relief. "But we will be in contact if we have any more questions, so please do not pass us off to an assistant or anyone not connected to this case."
"Of course." The older woman shook her head and looked back at Mei, who gathered up her remaining paperwork. "I am sorry for what I said earlier. I've had some time to think it over, and it was unfair of me."
"It's nothing I haven't heard before," replied Mei as she fished through her wallet and pulled out a slip of paper. "I'm well aware that I'm better off than most people my age and older and that it's thanks to him. I'm far from the starving artist type people think is involved with this lifestyle, but that doesn't mean I don't work at it, and because I work for myself, I'm able to do this with my inheritance."
Mei slid the check she'd filled out earlier across the table and gave a sympathetic smile, "For the painting and all the hardship that it's caused."
"That's very kind," said the old woman as she took the check without reading it and folded it up. "I hope you find what you're looking for. Come along, Jackson; we need to get back to the hotel. My granddaughter must be worried sick about you being stuck in a room with me for several hours, and I don't want to keep her in suspense. Or do I? I'll think about it."
"OF course, ma'am." Clark stood up and gave a slight bow with his head. "I'm sorry things didn't go better and that everything got so complicated. If you have any further questions, here's my card, and I'll answer any questions I'm able..."
"I said now, Jackson," barked the old woman from the hallway, and without another word, the man ran from the room and helped the old woman down the hall.
Once they were gone, Mei and Mitsuko were led from the building, sans the false painting and pictures for the moment, and after saying goodbye and thanking the local officers who'd helped them headed to the parking garage.
"Here," said Mei, pulling out a check and handing it to Mitsuko. "What we agreed upon for your services today."
"And a little extra for our next session, I see," chuckled Mitsuko after inspecting the check and putting it in her breast pocket, where she patted it lovingly. "You know you don't have to pay me."
"Yes, I do" Mei felt her phone buzz and began digging around in her pocket for it. "IF it weren't for you, things would have gone a lot worse, and that woman would have run circles around me. I think having you there, and just all the paperwork helped."
"Plus, you putting her in her place," chuckled Mitsuko as she began walking toward her car. "Seriously, you could be a pretty good lawyer. I don't know why you don't go back to school."
"Because I genuinely enjoy my life," replied Mei, a smile appearing when she saw a text from Yuzu.
You free? I'm at a gym on 35th if you got time. I'll be free in an hour if you want to hang out. Henry's got plans with Matty and I'm gonna be super bored tonight so maybe we can get a drink or something. Just tell them you're with me and they'll let you in. But in case someone hassles you, show them this. Almost everyone knows my phone number by now. And I just realized this message is super long and obnoxious so...yeah...text me back. TTYL. Hope your day is good. ;P
Mei chuckled at the emoji and turned away from Mitsuko, so her friend couldn't see her blush and wrote: I'm free. I just got done at the police station dealing with things about my grandfather's paintings. I'll tell you about it when I see you. Send me the address, and I'll get there as soon as I can.
"Who are you talking to," asked Mitsuko as she tried to catch a peek at Mei's phone until she caught sight of Mei's red ears and cheeks. "Oh, I see. You got a date with Yuzu, don't you?"
"It's not a date," snipped Mei, putting her phone back into her pocket just as it dinged with Yuzu's reply. "She wants me to meet her at a gym, and then we're going to get drinks afterward, and we're going to talk about what you and I did and talk to her about her day."
"So it's a casual date," teased Mitsuko, patting Mei on the head and pointing at the car. "So, do I need to drop you off and pick you up by eight, or can you get there by yourself?"
"I can get there myself, thanks," grumbled Mei, smacking Mitsuko's hand away. "Now, get going, or else you're going to be late to your meeting and make Kayo mad."
"I'm hoping I do," snickered Mitsuko while she used her controller to start her car. "She's a lot more fun when she's angry."
"I don't want to know," sighed Mei.
And with that, the two friends said goodbye, and Mei ordered a rideshare to the address Yuzu had given her.
It took only twenty minutes to get there, and after wandering around for five minutes, Mei found the address and looked up to see a large sign reading:
TACHIBANA MMA, BOXING, AND FITNESS GYM
Taking a moment to absorb the information, Mei double-checked her data and, after confirming that it was correct, sighed and muttered to herself, "What the hell did I get myself into?"
Don't worry, not going to go the manga route. I just needed a gym name that didn't break laws or something, and I figured, what the hell?
