Detective Ajin

A job

"Wh- huh?" I try not to glare. What the hell? Tosaki smirks at me, as if my surprise was amusing.

"You are obviously smarter than those reporters, and since you lost your job, I'll happily take you in for you to work under me." I stare blankly at Tosaki. I lost my job? Pulling out my cell, I call my boss.

"Y-yo, boss. I heard that I lost my job. Did s-someone bribe you?" I hear the boss's booming laughter. Of course only he would laugh at that.

"You know the only reason I hired you was because no one else wanted the job! I got a better employee than you! I tried telling you yesterday, but you weren't there! You're a terrible reporter, get a different job." I sigh, frowning. So I did get fired. Fun.

"S-so y-you're telling me that some a-actual reporter wanted a j-job for below minimum w-wage? Or d-did another no-nobody who's be-better at taking s-stupid pictures of stupid p-people want th-the job?" I say calmly, blood boiling. What an ass. Why do I always run into assholes? It's like they're moths to a light.

"Yeah, something like that. Look, I gotta go, have a terrible life, stutter-central." I sigh again, frown making way to a blank face. I hang up.

"W-what s-should I wear, if I'm going to work under y-you?" He slides a picture over of his assistant. The fuck is this? No way in hell am I wearing that.

"I d-don't own a s-skirt. W-what's w-wrong with my ou-outfit now?" I ask, determined to somehow keep my usual style. Which is a t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, jeans, and steel-toed boots or shoes. Tosaki stares at me with a condescending look, and I frown at him. I'm still tired, asshole. I had to get up at three am for your stupid ass. The least you could do is accept my fucking clothes.

"It's too unprofessional. You can't talk in front of a crowd of government officials looking like that." He comments, pointing at my outfit. Ha, like I could talk in front of any crowd larger than five people without it seeming like I'm talking a different language.

"You just spoke without any stuttering, if you're faking it, stop now." I frown at him, blushing angrily. Why the fuck would I fake a stutter? Not like I can control it, people make me nervous.

"I-I-I d-d-didn't m-mean t-to s-say th-that al-al-aloud." I stutter, embarrassed and angry. Tosaki frowns at me. Why the hell is he frowning at me? I didn't do anything. Besides wake up at three just to get here on time. Tch, asshole.

"Fine, wear whatever you want, but tell me anything you know about the Ajin and where he could be hiding. And at least try not to stutter." My eyes widen. Oh, I forgot. Whoops.

"H-he's on the m-mountain. I-I ran into him w-when going home. I-I forgot, s-since I was m-more concentrated on the fact that m-my bike w-was scratched." Tosaki stands up, walking towards the exit.

"Show me where you ran into him." I nod, walking out and getting on my bike.

"I-It'll t-take a wh-while unless w-we speed." I say, and he nods, throwing mints into his mouth. I sigh, and get on my bike, speeding down the roads, hoping he's following. He is. About thirty minutes later, I slow down slightly. Slowing to a stop, I set my bike down away from the blood. Shit, that's more blood than my sliced arm could've leaked unless I lie and say the Ajin was the one to bleed.

"What's this?" He says, pointing to a lot of skid marks and blood.

"The cr-crash. I w-was lucky and only got a c-cut on my arm. I d-don't know about the A-Ajin, though, I-I KO'ed soon after realizing w-who I c-crashed into." I say, looking around. That should be a good enough excuse.

Tosaki nods, and walks over to me.

"Give me your phone. I'll put my info in it. You can go home while I get the cops to search around here." I nod, and hand over my phone. A motorcycle speeds by, and I realize it's the Ajin.

"U-uh, T-T-Tosaki-san? T-the A-Ajin j-just p-passed us." I comment, pointing at said Ajin. Tosaki looks up in surprise, throwing my phone at me and getting in his car. I watch as he leaves to give chase to the Ajin.

Oh, yeah. Thanks. Totally needed a phone thrown to my face this early in the morning. Exactly what I wanted, how'd you know? Asshole.

I decide to head home and get some sleep. Why did I ever decide this was a good idea? Oh, right. I didn't.