But then, he eventually got caught, and though it was difficult to pin everything on him, he d been convicted, and was now spending most of his days behind bars. Now his life was even more boring than it would have been if he d done nothing.
Most of the people he d worked with didn t even bother to visit him, either. Not a one. Not a single person willing to come by and give him some entertainment.
Save Ryotaro Dojima. The detective who s fucking nephew and friends ruined his fun.
At first, Dojima had done everything he d expected. Asked him why he did it, what happened to him that he would need to do such a thing, called him crazy and other unkind names. It was always fun to answer him with a smile, getting the older man even more worked up. Most people would guess that Dojima hated him. Hell, even Dojima believed this.
But Adachi had always been able to read people pretty well. That s how he d been able to manipulate Namatame into kidnapping people. How he d been able to convince everyone he was just some dumb detective who couldn t keep a secret. How he d gotten others to trust him up until the very last possible moment when he d gotten just a little too cocky.
And Dojima .was the easiest one to read. It was easy to tell when he was happy, angry, upset, distraught. But he alone was able to pick up on the one thing noone else could .
Now, months later, Dojima still visited him, but said nothing. Just stared at him. And where some would say it was a hateful glare, he knew better.
It wasn t fury. It was need, want desire .it was passion.
And Adachi knew that, for as difficult as it was for Dojima to convict Adachi for what he d done, to convict him of his crime, and have him locked away for life ..
.His passion for Adachi was a harder beast to keep caged.