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Haruka's POV:
I walked into the familiar room that was named after a non-existent club to find a green caterpillar lying on the only couch. I place the bag of homemade donuts and milk tea on the table.
I huffed then slowly walked over to the caterpillar, examining it. At the very end of the insect looking sleeping bag was a very human face facing the back of the couch. Both eyes closed tightly, the mouth slightly open with crazy hair all around. He looked as if he were having either a really frustrating dream or an annoying nightmare.
"Hey, it's time to metamorphosize into a normal human, Yakumo," I cheered as I poked his chest through the enclosed fabric. His right eye slid open slightly to gaze tiredly at me.
He stared at me before closing his eye again and gave a suspiciously fake sounding snore.
"Hey, you're obviously awake," I say as I crouch by his head and poke the back of his head through the sleeping bag.
"No I'm not. Go away, you're only going to bring trouble," his voice was low, and husky from sleep, making me slightly blush at the slightly attractive sound of it.
What am I thinking?! It's Yakumo! He's not attractive! Well.. I mean.. If someone said he was I guess I could see it.. I sigh and remain crouched by him.
"Fine, then I'll take all these delicious homemade donuts and leave," I say as I poke his ribs right where I knew I'd get a reaction. A pause then Yakumo jumped inside the sleeping bag and fell off the couch, his head falling onto my lap. The sudden weight on my knees and lower thighs causing my knees to fall to the floor under him. I froze as he just lay there in the aftershock of his ticklish side being poked. He lay, I'm assuming on his stomach inside the sleeping bag, the right half of his face resting on my bare legs with his throat semi-resting on my knees. I could feel his warm breath over my exposed skin and it caused goosebumps to form all down my legs. I could feel the flush of blood rushing to my cheeks as my words caught in my throat forcing me to silently endure this rather sweet torture.
Yakumo squirmed a bit then paused again and sighed almost contently. His expression looking peaceful as his face pressed just a little more firmly onto my legs. I quietly let go of the breath I was holding as I cautiously lowered my shaking hand to rest gingerly on top of his head. I watched as his left eye cracked open just a bit, his lazy gaze on the skin that lay in front of his eye. I leisurely began to pet his hair, gradually pulling my fingers deeper into his soft locks. His red eye comfortably fell closed once again and he took a deep breath and sighed.
Yakumo's hair was more soft than I thought it would be. I always thought it would be a little.. Rough. But my fingers glided effortlessly through the brown strands. His scent filling my senses.
Yakumo had a very distinct scent that wasn't too powerful. It wasn't unpleasant. Definitely not unpleasant. He had a manly natural musk that reminded me of Jasmine tea and had just a hint of an ever so slightly sweet bite to it that made it all the more tempting to lean in and smell more of him. I don't even think he wore any cologne, which made me love the smell even more.
We stayed in this position for about twenty minutes. Both silently enjoying the peaceful interaction.
Though Yakumo would probably never admit it to me, I'm pretty sure he is enjoying this just as much as I am. I happily thought as I hummed the solo I was currently playing for an upcoming musical instrument competition.
As I continued combing my fingers through Yakumo's hair, drawing little swirls sometimes with the tips of my fingers on his scalp, I heard a deep, but quiet sound come from underneath my fingers. Actually, I more or less felt the vibrations of the sound on my knees from Yakumo's throat.
Did he actually.. just pur?! Like a cat! A cat! He really is like a cat! I softly giggle as I looked down at my fingers in his hair. I saw his left eye open hesitantly. He turned his body a little on his side, his head rolling back a tiny bit to look up at me.
"Hm," he grunted questioningly as he stared up at me lethargically. I looked down at him, giggling again my hand resting still on his head.
"You're just like a cat," I almost whisper. He's actually really cute when he's sleepy.. Like a little kid.
"Double chin," was all Yakumo said, pointing to my chin.
My eyebrow twitches.
"That's just cause you're looking up at such an angle," I yell as I ruffle his hair and swiftly move out from under him, his head falling to the floor.
"Nope. Double chin," he persists as he unzips the sleeping bag. I stand up and dust off my skirt.
"Liar!" I huff. I stood there fixing my hair, sliding a glance down at him to see him staring up at me while propped up on his elbows. I mentally note that he's not wearing his usual white button down shirt, but a simple black t-shirt.
"I see your panties."
"EH?!" I jump away from him, pressing the hem of my skirt to my thighs. "Stop that!"
"Stop what? If anything I'm helping you. If you were walking up a flight of stairs, anyone behind you could easily see up your skirt if they wanted to. Not like anyone would want to though," Yakumo flatly stated as he sat down at the table and began to unwrap the goods I brought.
He seems to be more energetic than usual today.. I absently think as I stare at him, the blush on my face still burning at my cheeks.
"That's still no excuse for you to look, Yakumo." I sat down on the other side of the table and grabbed a milk tea and sipped it.
"It's not like I wanted to," he simply said before he popped a small donut ball into his mouth.
I huffed and began eating.
"So what did you come here for," he asked, the earlier incident blown over already.
"Nothing really.." I guiltily nibbled a piece of donut and let my eyes cast down towards the table. Feeling his gaze on me I began staring more intently at the table.
I actually did come in with a case.. But I don't want to be one of those people who uses his eye. Like how he mentioned before, there's two kinds of people: those who hate his eye and those who use it. I don't want to be either.
"Liar." I quickly looked up at him to see him staring at me as he sipped the tea.
"Just tell me, or else I'll kick you out and keep the donuts," he warned, his gaze on me sharpening.
"Fine," I sigh. "My friend's dad owns a hot spring just outside the city. Supposedly the hot spring is haunted. They get complaints saying that there is a spirit that touches the female guests inappropriately. I guess it usually happens when the women are either alone anywhere in the hot springs or in the bath. And it's usually young women too. So my friend wanted to know if we could go and just check it out today."
I blush as Yakumo stares at me as he thought. He finally sighed and lowered his head.
"Why not," he mumbled. I jumped up, pushing the chair back.
"Thanks Yakumo!" I looked down at my watch and realized I had class within 20 minutes and it was at least a 20 minute walk to the building.
Just then the door flew open.
"Aye Yakumo! You up?!" I turned to see Gotou-san standing in the doorway with Ishii-san standing behind him.
"Haruka-chan! You're here a lot, aren't you," Gotou-san asked as he patted my head, walking to stand by the table.
"Ah, donuts," Gotou-san exclaimed.
"Go ahead Gotou-san, have some," I waved my hand towards my pastries, "you too Ishii-san!"
"No homemade donuts for the bear. Get your own," Yakumo stated as he pushed the box away from Gotou-san.
"Wah! Homemade food made by Haruka-chan!" Ishii-san just stared dazed at the little tupperware box I had the donuts in.
"Yakumo! What, you don't want to share your girlfriend's homemade food with another man," Gotou-san teased as he reached over to grab a donut. Yakumo moved the box again so Gotou-san's hands hit the table.
"You've gotten fat, fake detective-san. Is it time for hibernation already?"
The two spent another minute playing a cat and mouse game with the box of pastries while arguing until I grabbed the box and held it up.
"Stop it, both of you! Yakumo, stop being mean and share," I command as I offer the box to Gotou-san and Ishii-san.
"Hah!..Huh, these are really good Haruka-chan! Where'd you learn to bake," Gotou-san praised as he scarfed down a donut.
"I always loved baking and cooking! Oh no! I'm going to be late for class! Here you guys go, Yakumo I'll call you after to stop by my friend's," I yell as I turn and run out the door towards class.
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General POV:
Yakumo watched as the pink haired girl ran out of the room, not even waiting for a response from him.
"Making plans together now, huh?" Gotou teased as he chomped on another donut, the young man sitting in front of him sipped the tea Haruka had brought.
He was certainly in a good mood this morning.. more energetic. I wonder, did something happen between them before we got here? Gotou thought amusedly.
"Ahhhh, these are heavenly! As expected since they were crafted by an angel," Ishii beamed as he chewed a donut. He was caught up in the bliss of eating something that his crush, Haruka had made from scratch.
"What is it that you came to bother me about," Yakumo boredly asked as he leaned over the table, propping his chin on his hand.
"We just got a case that might peak your interest," the large detective said as he put a toothpick in his mouth. A habit he had picked up since quitting smoking and officially adopting Nao.
"There seems to be a rapid amount of girls turning up dead by the river recently. It's starting to become a monthly ordeal," he grumbled as he grabbed a manilla file from Ishii-san. Flipping it open to look at the contents before tossing it onto the table before the one red-eyed man.
"And why would that be interesting to me?" Yakumo picked up the file and flipped through the pieces of paper, merely glancing at the photos of the deceased girls' faces.
"Well, it seems to be a serial kill. The killer's MO seems to be to get the girls drunk, rape them, then drowned them. All of the girls had traces of alcohol in their systems, all were found somewhere along the river bank within a nine mile radius of each other, and all had been raped and drowned. It seems this has been going on for little under a year, the last girl was discovered yesterday and was the 10th to be found like this. I guess that's why they gave it to us, because they can't find the guy, a bunch of useless cops," Gotou barked as he moved to stand in front of the couch and look out the window behind it. Huffing in distaste of the detectives that gave up on the case so easily.
"Other than those that you listed were there any other similarities between all of the victims," Yakumo questioned as he sipped the milk tea again, closing the file not really wanting to see anymore photos.
"Ah, yes. All the victims were wearing white yukatas," Ishii added, still very tentative to look into that one red eye.
"Hmm, is the body still at the police morgue," Yakumo asks as he stands and moves to the cabinet that doubled as his closet and began changing his shirt.
"Yes," Ishii answered as he averted his eyes towards the ceiling to give the mysterious youth some privacy.
"Ugh, you mean to tell me you want to meet with that creepy old goblin, Hata-san? He's really a piece of work, that guy," Gotou complained as he snatched the file from the table and began to walk towards the door.
Fully dressed now, Yakumo walked to the empty container on the table and placed it in the sink in the corner of the room.
He paused to look at the container as he pushed his hand through his hair. The feeling of lying on Haruka's lap while she ran her hand through his hair made his eyes soften and a small smile play on his lips.
"Oi Yakumo, you should tell Haruka-chan to cook more homemade food for us more often! I'm sure she cooks you food all the time, but I'd love more of those donuts," Gotou yelled from the doorway, a hardy chuckle following his teasing statement.
"Is that because your wife ran away again and you can't even cook rice," Yakumo retorted as he walked past Gotou through the doorway.
"This has nothing to do with my wife! Atsuko is a very good cook! She's the best," Gotou yelled after the youth as Ishii followed helplessly behind.
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