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Manly? Far from it!

Chapter 14

"Welcome to Junk Shop Heibon, how can I help you today?" I ask while straightening my back and putting the price gun to the side. Looking towards the door, I notice that it's a man, maybe 5'7"-ish, for some reason he just stared at me. His hazel like eyes bore into mine, like it was an eye contest between strangers. I blink out of this stupid contest and made sure my smile didn't fall during the awkward moment, and cleared my throat.

"Can I help you sir?" I ask while stuffing my hands into my coat jacket, and gripped onto my phone in one pocket, and my knife in the other. He shakes his head and clears his own throat, "Sorry about that ma'am. I kind of blanked out right now.". He said and approached the counter. He was dressed in a flannel pant and a cashmere sweater, with obvious sweaty pits, from the heat outside and his thick dress-ware. 

"Hot in this city huh?" He says while digging for something in his front pocket, and looking around the room. My hair on the back of my neck raise, like someone just hooked me up to an electric chair.

I laugh, "That's Midorijima for you sir, now what is it you're looking for?" I ask while slipping my knife in my sleeve of  my jacket, placing my arms on the counter and my head into my hand that had the hidden knife. 

He chuckled at me, and drops the act of looking around the room, and pulls out a small gun from his pocket. "Well Gemma, nice name by the way. I'm here to roughen you up and to send a message to the community of this city", he says while taking the gun and caressing it down my cheek, and shoving it into my neck.

 I stare at him for a second, "Really now?" I ask while rapidly texting on my phone to inform the police hotline, hopefully they'll get here by the time I finish kicking this dude's ass. "May I have the pleasure of knowing who is wanting my demise?" I practically state, a bit of acting is put into it so he thinks I'm in distress. And just to sell it well, I pick up my breathing to seem panicked as well.

Thick in silence, we continue to stare at each other for too long again, and with my lack of a filter, my patience ran out. 

"So are you gonna shoot me or we just gonna jerk off to each other?" I ask while sounding out of breath, but all of my sarcasm and anger showed.

 The shock on his face was fully worth him pistol whipping me, the cold gun grip knocked my head to the side.

My mouth assaults me with the bitter-sweet taste of my blood, thankfully not as much as I expected, I've got a wimp in my midst. I bring up my hand to wipe the blood off my cheek, that asshole had basically given me my own personal piercing. 

I force myself to bring tears to my eyes, and look up to the man, "Oh, you're real manly now huh?" 

His eyes burned with anger, obviously this guy has nothing under his belt, and now I have to make sure he ain't got nothing above it either.

I slipped my knife out, and tossed it into his dominate shoulder, it connects. His screaming would probably of busted my ear drums, if the blood in my ears weren't roaring.

He puts the gun in his other hand and proceeds to shoot in my general direction, taking cover I make sure my phone is still in my jacket. Gripping onto it, I shove it deep into my jean pockets, and start to look for the emergency gun that Boss showed me on the first day. 

Looking on the top shelf in the back where I've taken shelter at, and then I feel it's worn grip. Puling it down, I check for bullets, plenty to make sure I can disarmed. I look at the mirror we have in these situations in the top corner of the room, that allows me to see where he is, and he's right out in the open waiting. 

Taking a breath I step out, automatically shooting his left knee, and the same shoulder I stabbed earlier. He screams in agony, dropping his gun and falling back on his ass from a lack of balance. I move in and kick his gun away from him, and as he goes to grab something else from his cashmere sweater, the door busts in.

Seeing that it was the police that I texted earlier, I dropped my weapon and covered my mouth in fake shock of this endeavor. 

-Ten Minutes Later-

The police had proceeded to look over the pistol whipped cheek, and asked me questions about the encounter. Thankfully, Boss doesn't like security cameras for expense reasons, so they could only interview me and the psycho for information. 

I answered as much as I could, and by then Boss had arrived at the scene. He was very concerned for my safety, I mostly think it was the shop's safety he was concerned about, but he insisted that it was very dangerous of me to interact with the culprit.

Almost crestfallen, he insisted that I take the rest of the day off, and rest. Not really liking the idea of leaving him at the shop by himself, I opposed that no one should be at the shop. 

Which he replied with, "Don't worry about the shop Gemma, I'm closing it down for the day, maybe even the week." He said, looking across the street to some locals interested in the commotion that's been happening since the incident.

"I'll tell you something Gemma," Boss spoke while watching the police put caution tape over the door they busted, and putting some officers on the side of the building in case something else popped off. "This place has gotten a lot more attention compared to when you first came here. Make sure you're near someone at all times. Things are getting bad." His tone of voice told me that he was actually worried about the things going on around us.

Maybe it's time to move on from the island, obviously everything is a result of my actions and activities. My mind began to wander, and as I walked away from the scene with my last goodbyes to Boss, I began to plan out the rest of the week.