Police!Rin AU, set several years in the future. Ships acknowledged: mostly Rintori, implied Reigisa and Makoharu.
*Disclaimer, I neither own Free! nor do I have any real knowledge of police workings (interrogation techniques, raid tactics, etc.)
Rated T for Rin's potty mouth.
Enjoy, read, and review.
"You've got to be kidding me," Rin muttered through his donut.
"We caught him, Deputy Matsuoka, the mob boss."
"So you're telling me that little blue-eyed pipsqueak in the interrogation room runs the entire Black Market in Iwatobi?"
"That's for you to confirm, come," the officer motioned, "Sheriff Yamazaki requested your presence."
Rin took another bite of his donut, letting it stick out of his mouth as he followed the newbie.
The sheriff, Sousuke Yamazaki, leaned casually against the doorframe of the interrogation room. He perked up the moment Rin's bobbing red head came into view.
"There you are Rin," he held out a manilla folder, "this one's all yours."
"You're interrupting my break," Rin deadpanned through the donut.
"Come on, have you seen this kid? It'll be a piece of cake," Sousuke plucked the donut from Rin's mouth. "you'll be back at your desk before your coffee gets cold."
"Whatever," Rin snatched the file and unlocked the interrogation room door, letting himself in. "Hey Sousuke, you'd better not eat my donut," he called over his shoulder as an afterthought.
"Too late," the tall sheriff mumbled.
"God dammit Sousuke," Rin growled, turning his attention to the silver haired young man sitting in front of him. His wide blue eyes stared straight at the desk where a glass of water had been left for him, likely as a friendly measure to get him to talk. Rin was used to cracking hardboiled criminals, not slender boys who looked like they might cry if he raised his voice too harshly.
Almost hesitantly, he pulled out the chair across the table, the scraping noise causing the suspected mob boss to peer up, huge eyes trained on the deputy. Damn they were beautiful.
Rin shook his head, running a hand roughly through his already messed up hair. Focus.
"You're..." he paused, "according to what you told the officers who arrested you, your real name is Aiichiro Nitori, correct?"
"That's correct," he whispered, eyes trained down at the table again. His hands twitched nervously. Rin had faced a lot of criminals in his days, there were the angry, stoic type who didn't answer at all, the cocky bastards who thought they were above the law, and the kind who were nervous and looked like they were on the verge of tears. These were normally the teens who got caught vandalizing something and were scared out of their minds over a minor infraction. This Nitori was not having a normal reaction for being a supposed mob boss. He looked like someone who had been wrongly accused.
"Do you understand the charges placed against you?" Rin asked lazily.
"You think I'm a mob boss," he whispered, voice tiny. His head hung, causing his silvery hair to shadow his face.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you," Rin snapped, suddenly annoyed though he wasn't sure why.
"Y-yes sir!" He snapped to, eyes brimming with what could have been tears. Rin then noticed a small mole under his right eye...a beauty mark. Important for identification.
"Listen kid, we can do this to ways, you can confess, or I can make you confess. Your choice."
"Confess what?" Nitori's voice quavered.
"That you are Iwatobi's notorious mob boss," Rin growled. This was taking too long, why did he feel he had to tread lightly around this man? Was he afraid to make him cry? Like that had ever stopped Rin before.
"Have you been watching the cop movies recently? Do I really look like mob boss material to you?" He protested, shaking his head.
"Sometimes they say an innocent smile is an easy way to hide a mouthful of lies," Rin retorted coldly, "try to take this seriously, or maybe you aren't comprehending the gravity of the allegations being held against you."
"You-you've got the wrong person, I swear!" Nitori gasped. "Your officers picked me up on my way home from work, they claimed I was acting suspicious and took me in to the station before I could protest, and then I was too scared to say anything because I didn't want to misspeak and have it used against me!" He was shaking now, hands gripping the edge of the metal table.
"Whoa, calm down, you're innocent until proven guilty, okay?" Rin reached forward and pushed the glass of water closer to him as a mildly comforting gesture.
"Th-thank you Deputy..."
"Rin. Rin Matsuoka. Where exactly do you work?"
"Rin Matsuoka," he murmured, as if testing how the name felt rolling off his tongue, "Er, the Samezuka Syndicate, it's a tax office."
"I've heard of it."
He pulled out a black and white photo depicting a young man in a trench coat, slanted eyes darting suspiciously. "Do you recognize this man?"
Nitori frowned, reaching forward as if to take the photo, only to be halted abruptly by the cuffs chaining him to the table. "Wait...I think...I've seen that photo before."
Rin carefully watched his body language, certain he would give telltale signs of guilt.
"On TV!" He concluded triumphantly.
Rin unwittingly let the photograph fall limp. On TV…
"He's um, he's...Momotaro Mikoshiba, the notorious mob boss's right hand man, right?" Those eyes were glowing now.
It was Rin's turn to be silent. He hadn't caught a singled hint this boy was in any way involved with the mob, let alone the boss. Such a shame, he was usually so good at reading people.
"Okay, here's the deal, we don't have any real information on the Mob Boss. He's been evading law enforcement for years. I guess, well, Sousuke can get a little overzealous."
"Does this mean..." he whispered, "you're going to let me go?"
"I mean, we have no further incriminating evidence against you...so yeah." Rin stood, realizing he hadn't even looked through the file. It was nearly empty anyways; a couple of grainy shots from the back of a run down diner, smudged up fingerprints too unclear to use. Newspaper clippings of successful mob raids.
"I'll get the sheriff to let you off with a warning, this won't go on your arrest record, blah blah," Rin stood, pushing in the chair after him. He locked the door behind him grumbling about how this whole thing was a waste of time.
Rin found Sousuke who had found the rest of the donuts stowed in the deputy's desk, and was presently mowing through them.
"You owe me a dozen more," Rin announced, "and seriously, what is up with that kid?"
"Whaddaya mean?" Sousuke shrugged, "did he confess on tape?"
"Sheriff Yamazaki it was all I could do to keep that kid from sobbing like a baby," Rin put both hands on the sheriff's desk and leaned over him, "what were you thinking arresting this kid off the streets, do you want us to get a bad name?"
"You showed him Momotaro?" Rin nodded, "and nothing?"
"He recognized him from watching the news. It looks to me we have a very scared, very well informed citizen." Rin's frown deeped. "we need to let him go."
Sousuke rubbed his forehead, "shoot, and here I thought...we've been monitoring that block for weeks, he's shown up on many occasions."
"Because he was walking home from work, most likely," Rin was more peeved about missing his break than Sousuke's mistake.
"Fine fine," the sheriff waved his hand, "I'll send in an order for his immediate release."
Rin watched Nitori's release with detached interest.
He rubbed his wrists gratefully once the cuffs were removed. A ride was waiting for him; some nondescript hybrid car a boring shade of beige. Nitori popped open the passenger side door and began talking to the driver. Rin peered closer, catching a glimpse of the driver's bright orange hair and cocky grin.
Where had he seen that before?
Nitori caught Rin staring and jumped, casting a scared look over his shoulder at the deputy.
But as he got into the car, Rin caught his expression transform, looking pointedly back at Rin through the rearview mirror. The slim boy's face had turned from petrified to smug, grinning in an all-knowing manner.
Rin felt his stomach drop to his feet as the car sped away. Too late.
He stumbled back into the station, rushing to his desk with single minded furor, fumbling through a city atlas with the finesse of a drunk.
Hands shaking, he circled the block Aiichiro Nitori had been picked up in. Then the Samezuka Syndicate.
Opposite sides of town.
"God dammit!' Rin yelled, slamming the atlas to the floor. How could he have been so blind? So mesmerized by the boy's faked innocence to realize his carefully drawn out lie.
"SOUSUKE!" Rin roared, interrupting the sheriff's phone conversation by slamming the same atlas down on his desk.
"What the hell Rin, I'm on the phone!"
"Look at this! That little shit lied! He is the mob boss, I'm sure of it!"
"Hang on for one bloody second," Sousuke sent him an irritated glance before politely ending his phone conversation.
Rin tapped his foot impatiently until Sousuke hung up.
"That brat played us!" He yelled, gesturing to the map.
"Keep your voice down, what are you talking about?"
"Aiichiro Nitori, 5'4", silver hair, blue eyes, we just had him in custody," Rin put extra emphasis on each word.
"I know that, weren't you the one bothering me about his release?" Sousuke leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head.
Rin bristled at his words, "I know what I said, but when he was leaving...he was picked up by Momotaro, I'm sure of it!"
"We've never gotten a definitive photo of Mr. Mikoshiba, how can you be sure?" The sheriff's brow turned perplexed.
"I've been on this case for months, staring at that one shot of him the entire time, I'd know his smirk anywhere," Rin leaned over the desk, "I need permission to make a police perimeter, if we move fast, we might be able to snare them-"
"Denied," Sousuke interjected, "they've had too much time to escape, probably already ditched the car."
"We could have had a faster response if someone didn't have to finish his phone call," Rin said bitterly before he could stop himself.
Sousuke's expression went cold, "take the rest of the day off Deputy. Cool your head."
Rin's eyes widened, and he was about to make another outburst before he realized half the station was staring at the two of them. It was common knowledge they were lifelong friends, it was normal for them to fight. But not like this.
"With all due respect, Sheriff Yamazaki," Rin kept his tone measured, "I request to stay at the station to compile a plan of action against Mr. Nitori."
"Denied again, after all the effort put in today the clear Mr. Nitori's name, you sir are working off of a hunch. Dismissed." As if to confirm his dismissal, Sousuke turned around and picked up his phone, dialing another number.
Rin resisted every childish urge to sweep all the carefully organized stacks of papers off of Sousuke's desk in one swift motion. Not needing to inflict any more damage to his career, the deputy hung up his badge for the day and retired to one place he knew he could cool off at.
Rin could never figure out why Haru had named the cafe he and Makoto ran "The Spotted Calf". He said on multiple occasions it had something to do with dolphin babies being called calves and a play on words with cow calves. While that did explain the spotted dolphin on the sign, Rin was pretty sure they could have called it "The Orca" and it would cause so many more people so much less confusion. Still, he was always welcome at their bizarre little mom-and-pop-ish cafe.
With a sigh, Rin opened the door, taking in the soothing cafe atmosphere until a blonde form came barreling into him crying "RIN-CHAN!"
"Jeez, Nagisa, I told you to drop the honorifics already." Rin scratched the back of his head as the blonde insisted upon giving him a prolonged greeting hug.
"Just wanted to show the proper respect to our noble Deputy Rinrin!" He piped, scampering off to where his husband Rei was absentmindedly pouring over architectural blueprints while stirring his herbal tea.
"And enough with the Rinrin…" he shook his head, feeling moderately more comfortable around his oldest friends.
"Ah Rin!" Makoto greeted from the counter, "what can I get for you?"
"Just...black coffee."
"I can't interest you in one of our new pastries? Haru's trying really hard to make a dessert bitter enough for you to enjoy," Makoto teased.
"No thanks, today is really not a good day for sweets," Rin dug around for his wallet, paying with a five and insisting they keep the change.
"Tough day at work?" Makoto rested his elbows on the counter after he handed Rin his coffee, head tilted inquisitively.
"I'm not really allowed to talk about it," Rin muttered, taking a sip of the scalding brew.
"Hmm, well stay as long as you'd like."
Haru poked his head out of the kitchen, looking slightly ridiculous in his poufy chef hat
"Rin, how are you."
"Mediocre." He grumbled, taking another sip.
Haru raised an eyebrow.
"I do like my job, Haru. It just tends to be moderately aggravating ninety percent of the time."
Haru shrugged in agreement and retreated back into the kitchen.
"Come over by me Rin!" Nagisa offered, "I'll cheer you up!"
"Shouldn't you be herding middleschoolers?" He grumbled.
"I would were it not a Saturday," Nagisa laughed.
"Saturday already…" Rin said vaguely. He stood, returning the empty mug to the counter. Thanking Makoto, Rei, Haru, and Nagisa for their hospitality, Rin exited the cafe.
He needed to take a walk. Maybe the fresh air would clear his head.
Except it didn't. Because every time he looked up at the blue, blue sky, all he could see was that pair of mocking eyes of the same hue.
The next few weeks flew in a blur for Rin. His work at the station keeping him busy with its normal rigor, compounded with private investigation he himself was conducting to find the mob boss. While the station had dropped the hunt for now, Rin was convinced he could wheedle out the mobster.
Despite his tendency to disappear like a ghost, Rin found that he did indeed leave traces. The getaway car, the heavily monitored city block he was first arrested in, a couple of leaked shipments of illegal arms. Rin was honing in.
If Sousuke noticed his cheerier mood, he didn't press the matter. Rin had quite the reputation for being a brooder, when he hit that point it was best to tread lightly, so few questioned when he was in high spirits.
It wasn't until nearly three weeks after Nitori was imprisoned and wrongfully released that Rin hit a big break. The abandoned chlorine factory in the monitored city block apparently wasn't as abandoned as it seemed, according to an anonymous tip. Naturally, Rin had to do some scouting to confirm the call, which ended up being correct: something fishy was occurring at the former chlorine factory.
Rin needed a way inside, to scout out potential hideaways, but how could he do that without a team. Then it hit him. He had something better than a team. He knew a guy with access to every blueprint ever used in the city since it began keeping record.
Rei.
"Absolutely not." The blue-haired man crossed his arms defiantly.
"Come on Rei, throw me a bone," Rin grumbled, "it's just one blueprint, that factory's probably a biohazard anyways."
"You'd have to ask the department of health about that," Rei adjusted his glasses.
Rin rolled his eyes. He did not like to beg. "Rei, Nagisa told me all about how you've been reorganizing the city's blueprint records as a part of your architect job. Would it really be a crime if you pulled one out for me, made a photocopy, and let me use it to solve a bloody crime?"
"Since you're not operating under official police business, it would be a crime."
"God Rei I am the friking DEPUTY, if you get in trouble, I'll grant you immunity, 'kay?"
Rei seemed to weigh the decision before nodding, "alright, I can get it to you in a couple days. It might take awhile to sift through the stacks."
"Thanks Rei, you're a life saver."
"Don't you think you're getting a little...obsessed...with this Nitori guy? I mean...all you ever talk about it catching him. Maybe you should take some time on a different case?" Rei was clearly uncomfortable bringing up the subject, though Rin could see he only had his friend's best interest in mind.
"tch I'm not obsessed, Rei, not in the least. Determined is more like it. I'm gonna be the person who puts the leader of the entire black market behind bars."
"Whatever you say…"
Once Rin had his hands on the blueprint, he immediately saw why it was a perfect hideaway; winding corridors that skirted an internal series of chambers guarded from the outside by several layers of six inch steel walls. Nitori was here. Now it was just a matter of getting his plan of action approved.
Which meant explaining everything to Sousuke.
Naturally, his one superior officer was not pleased with his underhanded work, not to say he had never done something like this before.
"How did you get the blueprint?"
"Rei. He's in charge of organizing every blueprint ever this city has had."
Sousuke made a disgruntled noise, "I bet he only agreed to do that job to make the blueprint filing system 'more beautiful'."
"That's...that's exactly why he's doing it," Rin shook his head. "About the mob…"
"Rin your plan looks excellent," Sousuke's eyes shone with excitement, "you might have really nailed these bastards. It'll take three days to work out the logistics, tops. Then they're ours."
Because of his dedication in the case, Sousuke let Rin take point* in their raid. They waited until the most ungodly hours of the morning to set the plan into motion.
Rin was giddy with anticipation. Finally. Finally. He couldn't wait to see the look on that bastard's face when they took him into custody. Aiichiro Nitori couldn't fool Rin any longer.
Well...so it seemed...until the plan began to fall apart.
First they met more resistance than anticipated within the first level. While Sousuke ordered for them to stay together and possibly retreat, Rin snuck on ahead, creeping into the innermost levels where Nitori hid.
He burst through the final door, finding the mob boss himself sitting at a card table surrounded by the only three mobsters not dispatched to handle the rest of the task force. Rin tazed the first two with fluid ease, utilizing both of his sidearms. As he squared off the last man standing between him and Nitori, Rin snarled, "Where's Mikoshiba?"
"Momo's not here right now, want me to leave him a message from you?" Nitori asked innocently.
Rin ducked the first punch thrown by the third guard, catching the second to his left shoulder before he dropped the pretense of a fist fight and tackled the usurper into the card table. Nitori calmly scooted his chair back from the grappling males so as to not disrupt the fight.
The mobster was strong, but Rin was driven, and it was only minutes before he had him in a non-lethal choke hold. The deputy tossed his unconscious body aside and stood before Nitori. At last. The mob boss had no where to run.
"On your knees, Nitori," he ordered withdrawing his hand cuffs from the back of his bulletproof vest.
"But we know each other so well now, why don't you start calling me Ai? Less of a mouthful, eh Rinrin?" He stared up at Rin with those insufferable blue eyes and that silky silver hair and that stupid beauty mark against that creamy complexion-
Focus.
"Don't make me ask again. On your knees."
"Sounded like a statement more than a question…" Nitori muttered, holding out his bare wrists.
Rin reached forwards to begin cuffing him when the mobster lunged suddenly, driving his knee into Rin's crotch which elicited a stream of most heinous swear words. He fell to his knees, the stream of curses far from ceasing. Nitori began practically skipping away before Rin could come to his senses. He jolted to his feet, breaking into a sprint.
That brat can't get far…
There.
Rin spotted a fleeting glint of the boy's silver hair rounding a corner. Wasting no time, the deputy flew after him, rapidly gaining on him within a few strides. Rin lunged, catching Nitori by the ankle. Both toppled. Nitori falling flat on his face and Rin collapsing to his knees.
He wasted no time pinning the mob boss in place to cuff him. Rin recited his rights monotonously before hauling Nitori to his feet.
"You win, Rin," he smirked, in way too good of spirits for someone who had just been arrested.
The raid had gone just about perfectly, if Rin didn't say so himself. Except he did. Because he had orchestrated the whole thing. Mobster Aiichiro Nitori was in custody and his identity as the famed mob boss was confirmed.
Despite it being early in the morning, the police station allowed itself to have a bit of a celebration, complete with every cop stereotype: free donuts and plentiful coffee.
All was well until the phone at Rin's desk rang, completely ignored until it switched to voicemail. It wasn't until a female voice began calling for help that the police station fell silent. Rin in particular.
Gou's petrified voice fell away, replaced by a male's voice. "This is Momotaro Mikoshiba, and this message is for you, Rin Matsuoka. We have your sister. Hand over Aiichiro Nitori and we will let her go. Meet us at noon in the abandoned lot behind the old swim club if you agree to the trade. If not…" the recording ended, whether by choice or because the answering machine had run out was irrelevant. The station jolted into action. Wordlessly, Sousuke and Rin headed towards the holding cell that Nitori resided in.
"So you got my message," he said airily.
"Listen hear you little-" Sousuke began.
Rin put a hand on his shoulder, "let me take him downstairs. It's my sister who's in danger."
Sousuke nodded. He unlocked the cell, dragging Nitori off of his bunk and depositing him into Rin's custody.
"Have you decided to accept the terms?" He asked, ignoring Rin's unnecessarily harsh grip on his shoulder.
"Not a chance," Rin glowered at him, "we don't make deals with criminals like you."
They paused in front of an unlabeled door.
He shrugged, "and I don't usually make deals with police, but here we are."
Rin seized Nitori by the collar and dragged the young man down to a hidden interrogation room reserved for the worst of criminals.
Which in this case, a sister-napping-mob-boss fit the bill.
The deputy all but threw Nitori into a chair. He kicked his own chair aside and leaned over the table, getting as close to the mobster as he dared. "Where did you take Gou?"
"I told you the terms, you're just going to have to play my game if you want your sister back."
"Tell me where she is!" Rin roared, slamming a shaking fist onto the table.
"Nah ah ah, Rinrin, don't forget you're on camera," Nitori gestured to the surveillance cameras stationed around the dank little room.
Rin's rage dissolved instantly, voice becoming ice, "oh, I didn't tell you about this room, did I? This is the room where we put our most stubborn prisoners for extended questioning. There are no cameras. No one's watching. According to official records, this room doesn't exist."
Nitori's eyes widened a fraction. Now he was listening.
"It's just you and me, buddy. You get to decide how painful this is going to be."
"Let me think about that, on one hand, I don't like getting beaten up, especially with those lovely arm muscles of yours, but I do like how you look when you're angry like this. Kinda sexy."
"That's IT!" Rin shoved aside the table, lifting Nitori out of his chair by the front of his shirt, and slamming him into the cement wall in a single fluid motion. He was gasping for breath now, uncertain why. Rin became vaguely aware he was still screaming at Nitori, still screaming at this infuriating, wicked, clever, cunning, gorgeous, beautiful piece of-
He stopped yelling, breathing deeply for several long seconds. Never had he been so grateful for soundproof walls.
"What have you done to me?" He hissed.
Nitori's hands were gripped over his hands that still clutched the front of his shirt. He could feel his heart pounding through the fabric. Rin's hands shook as he tightened his grip on the boy's shirt again.
"Nothing you haven't wanted-"
Rin silenced him by crushing his lips against his. Nitori let out a squeak of surprise, instantly reciprocating the kiss that burned his being to the core. The fire burned in both of them, unrestrained and all consuming, rushing from their open mouths to the tips of their toes and back again.
Much too soon, the deputy let out a gasp, as though finally coming to his senses, recoiling.
Nitori bit his lower lip, a little disappointed it didn't have the same effect as when Rin had. He waited to see what the man would do.
"How...long...have you been holding that back?" Nitori asked tentatively.
Rin looked down, face flushed as red as his hair.
"Probably just as long as I have," he mumbled.
"What are you talking about?" Rin whispered. He still had Nitori pinned against the cement wall. But Rin didn't feel dangerous anymore. Shaky. Defeated, even.
"Ever since I first saw you in that interrogation room I wanted you, and I hated how you acted around that other officer. If Sousuke wasn't so paranoid, I would have taken him instead of your sister," Nitori's eyes went cold at the mention of the sheriff.
"You wanted me?" Rin's voice was an incredulous whisper.
"Of course," he breathed, face inches away from Rin, watching with pleasure the redhead's struggle to not kiss him again, "why do you think I led you to my hideout? Did you think all those clues just magically appeared because of your sublime deductive skills?" Rin sucked in a breath to interrupt, "you're a talented cop, Mr. Matsuoka, but you're no detective."
"But why?" Rin's grip went lax, "why go through all that trouble, risk indefinite incarceration, the discovery of your entire mob network...for me?"
"Isn't it exhilarating though? An ultimate game of cat and mouse. I knew you'd never put me too deep into the slammer, because secretly, you love the chase just as much as I do. You're worth the risks Rin Matsuoka, I could hide behind my carefully planted lines forever, but where's the fun in that? You made the thrill of the hunt worth it again...am I...worth it to you?" He tilted his head, caught off guard an instant later when Rin recaptured his lips, kissing him roughly. Nitori reached up his cuffed hands to grip the front of Rin's shirt, leaning into the deputy's desperate kisses.
Rin pulled away much too soon for Nitori's taste causing the shorter man to make an indignant sound.
"When do I get my sister back?" He growled, all business once more.
"As soon as you convince that thick-headed sheriff of yours to make the trade. Me for Gou."
"And what of you?"
"Oh, I'll go back into hiding for a bit, until the media hype dies down. When it's time for you to come after me, you'll know," he smiled, mischief playing behind those beautiful eyes.
"You can't evade the law forever," Rin backed away from him.
"A big part of that depends on you, but I know playing my cards on you is a solid bet," he trailed behind Rin, grinning like an idiot. The deputy stopped at the door, fumbling with the keys to the hidden room. Nitori crept beside him and went up on his toes, whispering in Rin's ear, "I know you can't stay away."
Rin stiffened, bristling to cover his discomfort. He finally managed to get the door open, gripping Nitori tightly by the shoulder. He led them through the dimly lit corridor and back up the rickety stairs to the main level of the police station.
Sousuke waited for them, sending a pointed look at Rin.
"We have to go through with the trade," his voice was rough, he realized, from yelling.
The sheriff nodded slowly, clearly discontent, but in no place to refuse. "Bring the prisoner over here so he can call his gang to bring Gou to the agreed location."
"Why thank you sheriff," Nitori sing-songed as he accepted the phone from Sousuke.
The sheriff's eyes narrowed, so full of malice Rin tensed instinctively in case he needed to throw himself between Sousuke and Nitori. To protect Ai. The name felt weird rolling around in his mind, but at the same time...so natural. Ai. He rather liked it.
Nitori dialed the phone, Momo picking up on the other end, "Bring the girl to the agreed location, remember that she is not to be harmed in any way."
He hung up and nodded at the sheriff and deputy.
"It's done?" Sousuke demanded.
"Yes sir," Nitori shot a sarcastic smile in the direction of a frowning Rin.
Sousuke immediately ordered all three of them, plus a newbie officer, to pile into a police car. The sheriff drove, letting the newbie take shotgun for the sake of "gaining experience. Rin got to sit in the back with Nitori to ensure the mobster wasn't going to "try anything."
"Look at this, our first car ride together," Nitori murmured, snatching a look at the deputy who was doing everything in his power not to stare at the gorgeous pain in the ass by his side.
"Shut it, Ai," Rin growled, keeping his eyes trained forward. Sousuke and the other officer might not be able to hear what they were saying in the back, but they could certainly be watching through the rearview mirror.
"Mmm, so it's 'Ai' now?" Nitori leaned back, "glad to know we're finally on a first name basis, Rinrin."
"I told you never to call me that again," Rin hissed, finally stealing a glance at mob boss.
"I'm sorry...I just...like how you say my name," he mumbled, looking away almost bashfully.
And Rin could have killed him.
How dare that little shit act all sweet and shy when Rin knew what a manipulative bastard he really was. The deputy fumed, turning a color similar to his hair while Nitori stared out the window, sneaking an occasional glance at the much more pleasing sight beside him.
The car ride ended shortly thereafter, and Nitori was removed from the vehicle. An awkward silence ensued while Gou was led out on the other side of the drop off point, nervous and pale, but unharmed.
Rin poked his head out of the squad car as they made the exchange.
"I'll never stop chasing you," he swore.
Nitori smiled over his shoulder.
"That's what I love to hear."
See you next water time...
(Omg, so original *rolls eyes*)
*In case anyone was unaware, "taking point" is a term utilized for the person leading a raid. They are the most exposed and call the shots.
Also, Nitori probably seemed a bit OOC, simply because he's not the sweet little kohai, but a sassafrass mobster. Though I feel like Nitori can actually be pretty sassy.