An Older Ouma (Saiouma)

Prologue

There weren’t that many car accidents in Japan. At least, from what I had seen, the only car crashes I had experienced were in car crash compilations on YouTube. So far, knock on wood, I never truly experienced a crash in person.

Nevermind, that was besides the point. At that moment, I was slowly heading home from work. After being Ultimate Detective for three years in Hope's Peak Academy, I managed to score myself a job in the Yokohama Police Department with ease. I've stayed loyal to the job for five years since. I worked the day shift, while my Uncle, the only other person in the house, worked the night shift. So, including the fact we worked in separate stations, I did not see my Uncle much.

I took a pitstop to a nearby 7-11 to get a sandwich. After exiting, I looked up at the overcast night sky blocking out every star I would have seen. I lazily checked my watch… it was around 8 pm. I should probably get going. I slowed my pace, meandering around a corner, and then another corner, and then another corner. It was a Friday, I didn't have to worry much about heading back early. Maybe I could stop by a bar if I wanted to.

For now, though, I decided to not go through the alleyway shortcut this time. I needed to take the scenic route this time around, having spent the entire week finally solving a case that stumped Japanese authorities for months. The celebration was fun, but I needed to wind down. A lot. I looked up at the bright street lights and unbloomed trees, taking yet another corner as I strolled along the sidewalk on my way home.

…This one tree seemed tilted.

I looked down to see a Honda Civic crashed into a tree, next to a Toyota Land Cruiser with a demolished rear fender. There was a buff, sky blue haired man in a short sleeve and cargo shorts, sat down on the floor in fear, one hand over his head as if the Civic was about to run him over. I widened my eyes in shock before rushing over to help. Was this what the skidding sound came from?

“Are you okay, sir?” I focused on the man on the sidewalk. I kneeled down with purpose, looking intently for any injuries. It did not seem like he had any.

The man, after a few seconds to process what was going on, lowered his arm hesitantly. He leaned backwards, putting his hands behind him as support. When he spoke, I noticed he had a notably rural accent. “Ah, I-I guess I am fyne, hahah...” he crossed his legs, simpering. “Don’ bother ‘bout me thoe, ‘cuz there's somebody in there that probably needs more help than I do,” he pointed at the crashed Civic. I immediately turned my attention to the sedan, standing up and rushing over to the passenger side, looking inside.

Whoever was inside was passed out, his face laid sideways on the blown up airbag. Everything about him seemed familiar, from his purple hair, to his checkered bandana, to the notably pale skin…

“...Kokic--” I cut myself off when I realised he was bleeding, quickly moving to the driver side and opening the door.
“Hey, you, what's your name?” I looked at the man, who was still sat down for some reason.

“Oh, it's Kenji,” the man responded nonchalantly.

“Kenji, can you call an ambulance?” I asked, slowly pushing the airbag away as to not accidentally kill Kokichi. Kenji didn't hesitate to pull out his phone and call 119. Luckily, the Civic wasn't in a compromising position, meaning I would not have any trouble pulling Kokichi out of the car. Well, other than him being way heavier than I estimated.
“Oh, Jesus Fuu-”

“Hey, watch yer’ language,” Kenji interrupted. I merely rolled my eyes, not wanting to argue in a time like this.

The paramedics did not take too long to arrive, and I managed to help them get Kokichi off to the hospital, with me in the back of the ambulance.