Wind ruffled his bangs and they tickled his face,pulling him from unconsciousness.His head hurt and something sticky was stuck to his face,causing an almost unbearable itch.
What happened?
Everything was a blur. He could not remember how he had ended up face first in the dirt, feeling he'd gone a few rounds with a baseball bat.
A shout came from somewhere nearby and then the sound of people coming torward him.He flinched,fearing the worse,and tensed for an attack.The group stopped beside him and several men began to talk.He frowned fisted his hand,irritated by his lack of memory and the chatter hurting his head.
"Ungh fuff." He protested unintelligibly.
A hand rested on his head,moving his hair around to probe at the back of the skull."Don't worry.Everything will be all right,Miss."
Miss!
He focused on the uniformed men above him."What?"he croaked,voice cracking as if he had not used it for a long time.
His head spun as he sat up,chest seeming to bounce with this movement.He was not the manliest of guys, bur addressing him as a Miss was going too far and soon as the world stopped spinning he was going to let them know just what his male pride thought of that.
The same officer steadied him him before helping the teen to stand."Come on,it'll be faster if we take you to the medical station here.You can tell us what happened after you 're are looked at."
Not felling up to arguing, the injured teen allowed him-self to be led to the awaiting police car.His head hurt,his body felt odd,and his sense of balance was suddenly non-existent.Certainly he was not in the best shape of his life,nor in the best shape to be arguing with a few ignorant police officers.
Lost in his thoughts,he was unprepared when his escort let him go, causing him to stumble forward knocking into another officer."Owch!"He yelped as their chest collided,fire seeming to race along his nerves.That hurt more than it should have from just bumping into someone.
Ignoring the apologies from the two policemen, he looked down at his chest ,noting that he could see down his suddenly much loser
tee-shirt and hoodie.At the moment,he could see two mounds of flesh that definitely did not belong on his chest.Subtly he reached down as he got into the car and nearly began to hyperventilate.A very vital part of his anatomy was missing.
This.Was.Not.Happening.Especially not to him.Not to Kudo,Shinichi,the Holmes of the Heisei Era and the Savior of the Japanese police.
Guys did not suddenly transform into girls.
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