Having Imaginary Friends is Easier than Getting into Nightclubs
Michiru had an imaginary friend when she was younger, the blonde who kept watching Japanese Touring Car Championship races on TV. Since Michiru was a lonely person, Haruka kept her company being the more playful girl compared to the more colder elegant girl. Michiru even loved her as Haruka had often kissed her on the cheeks when she was upset to cheer her up. Sadly as Michiru was reaching her 16th birthday, Haruka had walked out on her as she smirked and left the apartment. At first Michiru wondered why but then figured that once people grew up the idea of an imaginary friend would disappear. For a while, she struggled coping without her as her thoughts were empty. She was the brash yet confident person to the quiet creative intellect, Michiru wasn't the only one who lost her imaginary friend as Ami had lost Makoto having the same thoughts of loneliness.
Years have past and Michiru had managed to get into a nervous breakdown as she was unable to get anywhere. Her career as an artist had failed compared to mangaka Usagi who had developed a successful magical girl shojo series that the girls were food focused such as Sweet Strawberry, Bitter Lemon, Cool Kaki, Wonderful Watermelon and Delightful Orange. As for being a violist, despite practising every day she was turned down by the Tokyo Philharmonic Orchestra and was unable to get a gig anywhere as classical music was snubbed out and the only locations that she could get were in Central and Eastern Europe but again turned down on the basis that she was female and the ones she tried were all male based. She ended up being a thankless secretary as her perfectionism came in handy for correcting transliteration errors as she managed to translate between Japanese, Chinese and English but the hours were very long and one mistake had cost her, her own job as it unintentional caused a heated moment getting the US and Chinese embassies involved. She was quiet and refused to get up from bed when one day, a blonde wearing a dark Lupinesque red jacket with a white shirt and green tie and a long black skirt.
"Hey there kitten."
She blinked her eyes and couldn't believe it, it was Haruka! The blonde somehow had become hotter since the last time she saw her. Her figure was fitter and stronger, her face was more charming yet no make up in sight. Her back hair was more rough and longer yet glowing. Michiru for the first time in years had managed to softly smile as Haruka smirked, she was tempted to kiss her. Coincidentally it was also the same day that Makoto returned to Ami's life also cheering her up.
As Michiru stared at Haruka's blue eyes, at a nightclub nearby Motoki was there at the entrance and he wanted to get in. Since it was a special night packed with celebrities such as the Three Lights and one Minako Aino, the nightclub had hired a bouncer to make sure that everyone got in as they were meant to get in. The gruff bald headed bouncer looked at the ID of Motoki, it actually said Lupin III with a picture of him with his pink jacket. Even though Motoki had the pink jacket, he didn't have his hair. With a snarl, the bouncer had picked him up and threw Motoki over towards the nearby trash can very furiously as he yelped.
Behind him was one Daisuke Jigen except that his face was sweating due to two things, one was that the bouncer would obviously confiscate his magnum that to him felt lonely without it and secondly, his ID had said Shiranai Miken that obviously is a fake name even though Jigen's name is just as mysterious and could also be an alias. Knowing that his chances of getting in were slim, he decided to walk away from the queue as he had a hunch that the bouncer was a goon to some mafia gang. He could have dealt with him easily except that behind him were a group of women, he counted at least four of them with one of them having short blue hair. It wasn't worth the bother to get into some night club especially one that changed from having more of a gay scene but accepting others too to a feminine focused one as outside of Jigen and Motoki, every other person who was in the queue were women.
Jigen chuckled, "You're getting more like Lupin every day."
"Tell me about it", growled Motoki as he was trying to get up as he was on top of a trash can.