A/N: The thing with the mixed tenses is just an experiment. But I don't think it's confusing, so I thought it'll be okay to post it. This story won't be my main priority, but I will continue it if it goes well. This is written in Oliver's perspective. He seemed to be the only one suitable enough.
It was only two days ago when I had that vision. I was rummaging through his clothes when it hit me, I suddenly took over and then...
Here I am now, at the airport of Japan, wondering why I even let him go alone in the first place. I understand his reason for going to Japan, but he didn't have to be the stupid idiot he is and get run over by a car. Anyway, since I'm here, I might as well start of a business while searching for the hospital his stupid self is laying in.
"That way." Lin guided me to where the taxi were. Since we just arrived, we don't have the option to ride in our own car so the taxi will just have to do. We gave the driver the address and now on the way to our hotel, I'm just trying to solve the mystery.
Who was that woman? Sure, she might have just hit him by accident of course but judging from her speed, was she actually trying to kill him? There are many things left unsaid.
I really hope they sell good books here. I'm not really good at reading Kanji so my choices are limited.
"We've arrived." The driver called. I was content with how he didn't talk during the whole ride. Other people can be such a waste of time and judging from his looks, he probably is a time-waster too.
"Are you okay? You look icy!" He told me. But knowing myself pretty well, I just had to give him sarcastic remark.
"Instead of observing other people, you should look into a mirror. Maybe then you'll see how better I look compared to you. Or everyone else around here for that matter." I responded. This person really needs to improve his ranking skills.
He seemed pretty shaken of by my response, so when he stopped the car, he looked at Lin for help, but Lin just gave him an even deadlier glare than mine. I almost felt sorry for his weakness. Almost.
As soon as I got in the hotel I regretted it. Problem, well the receptionist is very intolerable.
20 minutes later...
"Give me the card before you regret it." I snapped, a cold snap though, along with my death glare.
"Oh chill, use more attractive expressions for that pretty face of yours." She beamed at me. She was wasting my time for the past 20 minutes.
"I'll look good either way, unlike the woman standing in front of me, who doesn't look good at all." My response. To be honest, she DIDN'T look good. But to be fair my standards are pretty high. She frowned.
"You will give me the door cards, before I have to report to your manager." I wonder how Lin was silent through the whole conversation. Although he didn't really need to say anything. I am good at making people feel bad. Especially about themselves.
One week later...
I've already opened a office and took a case. I know, I'm fast. But that still doesn't beat the record of getting a doctorate at my age. I still have to find Gene's hospital though.
The case involves a old school building, and brainless high school children. I need to take a walk around the actual school tonight.
That night...
I walked through the hallways. What a silent, boring school. That was until I heard female voices. They were talking about ghosts. Ghost stories to be exact.
I stood still, trying to over hear their conversation. They included the case. "1, 2, 3..."
I heard them say.
"Four." I interrupted. They screamed, naturally. I switched the lights on and smiled, a forced smile. Cold glares and sarcastic remarks wouldn't work here.
"Oh please tell me that was you just now." One of them said.
"Am I interrupting?" I continued. Once they noticed me, they came running towards me. My everyday life I suppose. That's how good-looking I am.
Except one of them who just looked at me curiously, as if she was trying to read through me. I didn't pay her any mind and talked to the other two about ghosts.
"So, Kazuya, why are you here?" She asked, still in her seat.
"Work." I said simply.
"Well, since everyone is overwhelming you with ghost stories, I'll tell you one too, except that it's not exactly about ghosts." She stated, finally smiling.
"Go on."
"It's about a boy, he got hit by a car near a lake-"
Lake.
"He is in hospital now, but-"
Hospital.
Eugene.
"Miss. I would very much like to continue this conversation in private. In the old school building." I ordered as quickly as I found out who she was talking about. I started walking, but she interrupted me.
"Huh? In the haunted building. But that's scary." She defended. Her friends looked a bit... Confused.
"Of course. " I continued. Her fear of ghosts is non of my business.