"Speech"

[Phone/Muffled Speech/TV]

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~Present~

Oh yeah, where was I?

"Yeah go ahead, Nurse, let them in"

Right before the Nurse left I called for her again.

"NURSE!"

"Yes ?"

"Don't forget to fix your hair before you glove up"

"Oh... Thank you!"

The nurse's ponytail hairband was too loose, might as well tell her before she ended up getting vomit covered gloves and hair splayed uncomfortably.

….

Why are there no TV's installed in this room for some reason?

….

~Fifteen minutes later~

All this time of silence really forces you to think too much...

"Good morning Mr. Cruz!"

Oh that man-in-black again, with the game-show host intro.

A black pair of aviators, in conjunction with that smile...

"Agent Wesson... right?" , as I tried to greet him.

"Yup.", he adjusted his sunglasses as he knew something.

"So... You're wondering why I'm here with an attorney , and a liminal?"

"Apology and reparations for my injury?"

"That's actually not the case , Mr. Cruz"

Oh... I guess they somehow filed charges against me.

"And no we're not going to have you pay any fines. Mr. Cruz, you never did anything wrong."

So... is there reason why we have the inter-species program coordinator here?

"We're kind of in a bad spot at the moment, you see... some of neighbors were actually watching from a distance , and also watched Kyu wind you unconscious, and then her monologue about humans..."

Agent Wesson's right palm began to rub his neck as began to laugh nervously.

"Now Kyu's host family outright refuse her own entry"

"Okay, where do I fall into this... please don't tell me... that's why you have an attorney." My eyes darted to the ceiling to help gather my thoughts.

"Normally I'd do things like Agent Smith over at the Japanese branch of the inter-species exchange program, but... your deep background check proved too good for me...", he was unveiling his true intentions.

"Wait... so you're on the level of federal law enforcement?"

"Of course, especially if I'm the US law enforcement liaison."

The agent, proceeded to reach into his inner-coat pocket and pull out his same old generic android phone.

"Lets see... Age... Twenty-three, average grades during college, crappy grades at high school..."

Do we really need to know that?

"Recently quit your part-time gate guard graveyard shift at a gated community, a year ago"

Too many kids sneaking in and at out at that community. TOO MANY.

"Hm... owns six guns... I'd love to have that many..."

Make that five, that Mosin was only 70 USD when I got it from a friend.

"Parents went back to home country to get a retirement home built."

Okay that one is pretty easy information.

"Drove for a two months as an unarmed armored car driver"

They pay for armored car drivers who have firearms training way better.

"Anyways... no upstanding warrants for your arrest, surprisingly one or two infractions but other than that, you're fine material!"

"..."

"You're not trying to recruit me for some sort of CIA-style ops to overthrow a liminal government?"

"Of course not! They only do that for humans!"

"..."

"..."

"Anyways, you're good enough as host material!"

"Please don't tell me its because I own a couple of firearms."

"Actually , it was because Kyu felt guilty since your sister came by for a surprise visit with her son, a few minutes after your incident."

"Oh, my sister came by?" , one of my eyebrows raised

"Yeah, she had to leave briefly when your nephew started to bawl his eyes, and your sister fuming at the point to where she left. One of our top MON squads came by to arrest Kyu and secure your household. So that leaves us with Kyu"

"Uh... well , I did hear from a friend in Japan , you guys pay for living expensive and vice versa."

Hospital bill and lack of a career... What else do I have left?

"Oh money is something you don't need to worry about, you actually have another problem to deal with." This perked my interest in odd ways.

"You see, your sister said something about "taking responsibility" to Kyu."

"And...? I'm sure shes being taking a responsible approach like an apology?" , I said in a hopeful tone.

"About that..." Once again , the same nervous laughter came up from the Agent.

A muffled crash is heard beyond the confines of the intensive care room. And a female beautiful voice of intensity.

"WHERE IS MY WIFE?"

"No Mr. Cruz is this way! , Please avoid the isolation ward! NOT THE ISOLATION WARD!"

I looked back into Agent Wesson, then my IV bag.

"I forgot to kind of mention she actually inherited the bullfighter genes, so she has a real short temper"

"Please tell me that they didn't overdid my IV bag with opioids"

"Why's that?"

"Because I kinda wish I'm dead now"

Now introducing Daily Life With a Minotaur (Gun culture)

A/N: This is slightly SI-ish and more of a practice on first person point of view. I could use the reviews, please...

Just a humble writer figuring out how to write. Good day!

Update 3/28/2016 Cleanup, and some fixes for Ch1 and ch2. As they say in any generic MMO... LFM EDITOR (0/1)