These were the first words I heard from a body that appeared in the middle of that storm of smoke and… leaves? All that at my first day in my new city and my new home?

That smoke gradually dissipated making that raccoon coughs and get amazed by this bustle, even taking out his hand from my neck. If he was amazed, imagine I? I could see his body better. He wore a jacket tied at his waist, a necklace of huge spheres, without shirt and wooden slippers. That huge anatomy in length and breadth, short stature, a big fuzzy tail marked with two-color stripes. Even with that ugly anatomy, his pose was noble of some warrior. His species…

One other raccoon? Really? Are raccoons common here?

He rests his arms and looked at thief that was like me: understanding absolutely nothing. The thief looked and pointed at other racc insecure and threatened.

– Crap! What the hell is that? And who are you?

The thief shouted surprised or maybe scared. The other took a brief fright and see around where he was, mistrusting of everything that there was. After, he gives a look on the thief and it’s like a curse the frozen eyes on the other racc.

One difference between them is the colors. The thief was a classic mix of gray; the other was a vanilla color, admirable and rare to find.

While that, the other raccoon, the boring and thief, insists angry.

– Who are you? – The vanilla looked with doubts.

– Me? I am Ken Yoshihiro, the Wind Guardian. And who are you?

The mysterious racc crossed his arms and keeps facing the thief serious and with a smile on the face. He was really confident of situation. I just hope he knows where he is.

– Stop joking, fat! – The thief growled. Good think won’t come. I tried to lift and stay as deep as possible or on my bed. – You and this whiner will be quiet around here if you don’t want to die.

– Die? By who? You?

He gave a good laugh echoes the room with this mock. I am not liking it.

– Are you making fun of me? – He was slowly advancing toward the genie with a clenched fist. – Better keep your mouth shut.

At this quick moment, the thief prepared to punch the other in the face, but was blocked easy. It doesn’t seem to have effort coming from the genie, even had done a firmness pose on the defense. I just could see because I was curious to know what would happens since this is chaos.

This curiosity that killed the cat, like I hear.

The thief still growled and faced while the other maintains calm and intact.

– Your attitude is rude.

The genie after said it, quickly turns the thief’s fist to the right and makes him fly straight to the ground. I got ruffled when I saw a fat that came from a vase knew how to defend. The thief got more stressed. He lifts and advance again against the genie, but his punches were deflected twice and at the third time the punch was blocked.

– Your miserable fat! – The thief growls.

– Fat I am, but I don’t let nobody pass over me easy.

The genie smiles and punched the thief. He seemed to make little effort and the thief seems tired. The genie walks to the right and I saw an alignment between the window and the two. I felt softly secure for being protected, but I don’t know who he is to trust.

And is it time to think about it?

The thief lifted and maintain stopped, growling and looking at the genie.

– You are tired. Better you don’t try hard. – The genie answered in a counselor tone. In a brief fight does he invent to give advice? I just see he grabbing the racc by his shirt.

– Please… let me away from the police. – The thief sighs.

– That seems a crime.

– And it’s a crime!

Oh... I replied in the outbreak and I cover my mouth. The two looked at me. Why did I reply?

The thief turned to the genie and, again, tries to punch. Close he couldn’t fail, but the other pushed him and I saw something that got me in shock. Mysteriously, the thief was floating. The thief squirms at the air and I was thinking it crazy.

I know it isn’t the great time to talk about magic and my likes. I wanted to get away from all that mess. The genie placed the tip of his finger on the thief’s muzzle and smiled, seeming he would put an end on him.

– What are you doing? – The thief grumbles. – Get me out here!

– With pleasure.

The genie opened his hands and placed them under his mouth, how if he would blow petals or leaves. Worse than that, he breathed and blew a strong wind that made a windstorm toward the window. I felt all that wind in my room and I stuck myself to the leg bed. Now I am immensely SCARED!

I couldn’t see anything. It was impossible to open the eyes. The only thing I was hearing is the thief screaming and his voice decreasing. The windstorm stopped when the genie closed his mouth. He breathes slow and corrects his spine. He was alone before the window and any signal of thief. All that did come from his mouth?

– Whe... Where is the thief?

– Was he a thief? – The genie pointed with a smile at the window. – He flied away. Close to here.

– Close? – I screamed. – Can the Police find him?

– Certainly yes. – he looked in doubt with this phrase. Does he know what is police?

– And if does he come back?

– Don’t worry, Master. He will think twice before he invades your home.

“Master”. Did I hear it clearly? I should be in high blood pressure. Dreaming, maybe. What is real, after all?

Seeing him a little better, he has the eyes a little pulled, spots on his eyes and a mark of a green leaf on his forehead. But I couldn’t hold it for long time.

– Who are you?

I already asked it, did I?