The Teenage Cougar

"Ughh….This shit body!" I cursed out in mild frustration. The bruises on my arms were pretty bad. Two of my ribs are broken and I can't feel my legs.

"What kind of sick bastard beats someone up so bad!" I swear I'll fuck that Vin once I'm fully healed.

"You're awake." The lady beside me spoke in a calm tone, just to irritate me.

"Congratulations you can see!" Yes, I was being a jerk to my possible savior, but that doesn't mean much to me. I can heal myself in less than a second if I activate my powers. So what she did can be described as unneeded help.

"You have a concussion, two broken ribs, a torn ligament on your arm, and a sprained ankle. I found you near the 20th ward, it is suspected that you were attacked by a ghoul and as a ghoul investigator, it is my duty to inquire about this. I hope you will comply."

"….Stop talking like that….auntie."

*Snap*

The pen on her hand broke and a very comical vein popped out on her forehead as she looked at me with her eyes closed...How does she see with her eyes closed?

[You're focusing on the wrong thing here]

???

"It seems I would need to use force to make you comply." She said so and stood up while dropping her notebook and broken pen.

"What're you gonna do? I'm a patient." I provoked with a smug look on my face which soon died as her hands reached out to me.

'W-wait I'm a patient. This shouldn't be allowed! Nurse! Guards! Oh for fuck's sake where is everybody?!" Those were my last sentences before being put in a chokehold by the blonde woman in black tights and a black suit.

"My name is Akira Madou a ghoul investigator. This is my first time out in the field. So I hope you overlook my blunders, mister Daniel Park.

Blunders my ass! You just want to use this excuse to torture me you old cougar!

"It seems you're thinking something rude about me. Very well then.

What the hell is wrong with this world? How can you get offended so easily you snowflake!

"I….ill…co…ply"

"Thank you for your cooperation."

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"That's all I know."

"You're not hiding something are you?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Hmmm"

"Anyways, you got what you wanted, so leave!"

"I will after you give me your number."

"...What?"

"I need your number as you are also under suspicion of hiding information."

"…."

"Your number please."

Bitch.

[Just give it to her. There's no winning in this argument.]

Who's side are you on?

[The winner's.]

"Ughh fine."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

"You're welcome, you old granny."

*Snap*

"Hohohoho." She laughed out in a creepy voice trying to imitate Santa but her rage was visible ….literally. There was fire coming from behind her like in the comics I used to read as a kid.

"Hmm…..what're you standing here for? Get out. You already got what you wanted you old bag of bones."

"…..I'll see you later mister Daniel."

With those words, the investigator left me alone.

"Haaaaah~" Lying down on the bed I thought over what happened the entire day. I learned about casualty, learned about kel, got sent to a world, got beaten up, went to school, got ridiculed, got a job, got beaten up, went to the hospital, and got beaten up.

"Why the hell do I keep getting beaten up?"

It seemed to be happening way too frequently and strangely, there is no one to interfere. Normally, fighting in the streets is bound to catch some attention, but in this case, it seemed like the world was ignoring us for the duration of the fight.

[That's because it is]

Huh?

[This world has a strange favoritism to combat. In most cases, unless not the fight gets too extreme, the world will subconsciously influence people to overlook it.]

What'll happen if I get out of the hospital without informing anyone.?

[They'll search for you for a few days and then go back to their usual routine.]

Wow.

Let's get out of here.

[…I'm not showing you the way.]

"…Please babe?"

[J-just t-this once. But don't expect me to help you the next time you get lost.]

"Haha….I knew I can count on you."

[S-shut up!]