I'm so happy! Tien's going to pick the mobster and I'll be good! I don't have to deal with Soryu! A second after I go to the guys, Tien appeared next to me.

"You two got some nerve leaving before I introduce myself," Eisuke says.

"Honestly, I don't give a f*ck," I respond.

"We already know who you are," Tien says.

"Oh yeah, aren't you two maids here?" Ota asked. I was holding in my laughter.

"Your face is red, and it looks like you can't breathe. I might laugh just looking at you," Tien goes.

"You aren't maids here. Just look at her face and the uniform. It's a cosplay from an anime. I highly recommend it," Baba responds. Well d*mn.

"Really? You watch that?!" Tien basically shouted. Her eyes were shinning. She better not forget that she's picking Soryu.

"Of course! Who wouldn't watch that! It's amazing!" I'm pretty sure that they would have started along conversation about it if Soryu hadn't interrupt by asking, or in his case, demanding, "If you aren't maids, then what are you doing here? Where did you come from."

"Well, you see, when a man and a woman-" Soryu interrupted me by saying, "Not that!" I decided to act fancy with a British accent.

"By whatever do you mean? Did you not ask me where I have come from? Or did you?"

He starts to pull his gun out.

"Now, now, there's no need to get violent."

"Soryu, I'll tell you. She's a detective. I've seen her around headquarters a couple of times." I turn towards the voice. The man who spoke had gray, curly hair that is probably not natural considering how young he looked, and a goatee. I've seen him before to. He's one of Kurosawa's men.

"Who the hell are you?" I ask. He didn't answer.

"Oh yeah. Mamo, you didn't introduce yourself yet," Ota says.

"I will, after they introduce themselves." I glare at him. Arrogant d***. I look over to Tien. She normally gives a fake name.

"...Kira," she says. That's her usual fake name, and her pen name to. No surprise there.

Baba raised an eyebrow. He said he has seen me so I guess I better give my real name in case something happens. Then again...not.

"My name is Ai Sley." Technically, that is my name but in Vietnamese. Or how you pronounce it in Vietnamese. Its Ai like in Japanese and the ending is the same as in English but you can need an accent to it. The 'n' is not pronounced. Tien had a ghost of a smile. Now Soryu was really glaring at us.

"The name is Mamoru Kishi. Just call me Kishi and don't disturb me. ...I know who I'm picking. Soryu was still glaring at me and I'm starting to think he knows we're lying.

"Who do you pick?" Eisuke ask.

"Excuse you," I respond.

He starts to glare at me to. Through clench teeth, he repeats his question. "Who... do...you...pick?" Being careful with my words for once, I say, "Kira, why don't you pick first."

She gave me a look saying that she doesn't want to pick Soryu. I gave her an indifferent expression.

"...Soryu." Good girl.

Soryu seemed surprised for half a second before irritation showed. "Good luck, Tien!" I mentally shouted to her.

"Then I pick Mamo!" I said remembering what Baba called him.

"No, pick someone else." I raised an eyebrow.

"Now, now, you can't deny a woman's invitation." Baba goes on. Just then Soryu leaves. Tien looked like a lost lamb.

"Go, that means he's okay with it.

"He's just shy," Baba adds. Tien nods and follows.

"Fine, come on," Mamo says before heading to his room. He plops down on the couch once we got in. I just stared at him.

"What? You can do whatever you want just don't get the attention of the others. I'm sure you know what happens if you mess with Soryu."

"Are you ignorant? Or are you stupid?"

"What?"

"You're a detective to. Blowing my cover like that! Dirty cop..." I started to say what I hate about dirty cops and was about to say insults, but he stopped me by covering my mouth with his hand.

"Blowing your cover. That's probably the funniest thing I've heard. Next was you attempting to be a maid. Your friend did better than that. What was it? A Good and Bad cop show? I didn't know American detectives were like that." His breath reeked of cigarettes. I grab the hand on my mouth, twist it behind his back, and bring my leg from behind his up, making him fall.

"First this doesn't just apply to Americans but to the whole world. My type of person is a rare breed. You don't find this anywhere. What made you think, a girl, any girl would talk back like that? Quit being rude." I empathized certain words and his eyes widened. I took a look around and found one bedroom.

"Oh, and one more thing, I'm taking this bedroom. You should learn to be a better gentleman." I left him there, locked the door, hopped on the bed, and fell asleep.