The Life of a Tres Spades Maid

Part 7 of this series.

Disclaimer same as before.


Part 7

So one day, only me and Mamoru lounging in the penthouse. Eisuke and the others are… somewhere. I don't know. I just finished cleaning and Mamoru slacking on the corner as usual.

This is the first time I'm alone with the slacker detective. I find him an intriguing person, actually. Even though he looked like a sloth most of the day, Baba told me that he's the one taking care legal procedures of their underground business. I mean, when police involved, he's the one who took care with explaining and everything, so he's pretty important person in the group.

"Hey, Mamoru."

"What is it, kid?"

"You're not working?"

"I'm working now."

I raised my eyebrow at him. If slacking on the couch is the way detectives do their job, sign me up, please!

"I'm holding down the fort, kid," he said when he saw my doubtful expression. A puff of smoke come out from his mouth. Is it all right to smoke in penthouse? All the rooms here have air conditioner, you know. But Eisuke and the others never complained so I guess it's okay.

"The fort won't go anywhere even if you're not holding it, you know," I quipped at him while sat in the floor beside his couch. Mamoru laughed hearing this.

"Ya know, I always forgot to tell you that you have smart mouth, kiddo," he said with amusement in his eyes. I shrugged at his words. He's not the first person to tell me that.

"Thank you, I guess?"

We were silent for a long time, just enjoying the lack of mayhem without duo Baba-Ota here.

"Hey, Mamoru?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think cigarette taste good?"

"Huh?"

"I almost never saw you without one."

He contemplated my question for a while. "Well, it's more to habit than the taste, I think. What, ya wanna try to smoke?"

"No, thank you. I think smoking is the worst way to waste your money and health. Don't you ever thing how many donuts you can buy with the money to buy a pack of cigarette?" I asked him.

"Nah, that's different thing, kid."

"Is it?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I guess if you say so…"

Silent once again.

"Hey, Mamoru?"

"What?

"When you shaved your face, do you intentionally left you stubble intact?"

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Just curious."

"Yeah, I let my stubble when I shaved."

"Why? Doesn't it… you know, tickle?"

"Not for me."

"Can I touch it?

"No."

"Stingy."

When he dropped his guard, I bolted up and touch his stubble. Startled, he almost dropped his cigarette. "What are you doing?!"

"Just a little… There!"

Yep, it's kinda tickled to touch.

"Knock it off, kiddo!" He protested while trying to swatted my hands away from his face. I pulled out my hands before he can even touch it.

"You must shaved it. But again, it will be weird to see you without it. It's already become your defining feature."

"Leave my stubble alone, will ya?!"

Silent once again. He seemed more guarded than usual, though. He can just relax, I won't try to touch his stubble again.

For now.

"Hey, Mamoru."

"What again, kid?"

"Can I see your gun?"

"Nope."

"Oh, come on."

"Why the hell you want to see my gun, eh?"

"Because Soryu won't let me see his."

"You saw it almost everyday when he try to threaten you with it, which he failed to do every time." Suddenly, he gazed me curiously. "I always wondering, why aren't ya scared of his gun? Even Eisuke never try to be at the end of that damnation."

"He won't shoot me."

"You never know that."

"I know. Besides, if I feel like he will really shoot me, I'll run."

"Hoo."

"So can I see your gun?

"No!"

"Tch."

Silent again for the nth time.

"Hey, Mamoru."

"I swear if you're asking nonsense again…"

"No, no. I just want to ask why are you seemed lazy most of the time. I know you're not just slacking up with the others. I saw you silently observing them. Why are you doing that? Seemed lazy but silently observant, I mean, " I asked him seriously. He got up from his slacking position and stared at me.

"You're not just a smart mouthed kid, aren't ya?" He started. I just smiled at him.

He paused a bit before continue. "Me being here is not only just to serve them as legal aid, ya know? I have my own agenda. But being with them for a long time, I know that they're not that bad as their 'little activity' seemed like.

But still, who knows when they'll change for the worst. So I must keep my eyes on them."

"To see if they're getting out of control?"

"Yeah. And," he added with a very serious tone, "I hope you won't tell them this. Or else…"

"I think they know, you know."

"What?"

"About you and your agenda."

He looked shocked. "Why are you saying that?"

"Because they're not that stupid. I think they're smarter than me. And even I got suspicious of your behaviour even when I just know you for a little while.

And if they still let you here with knowing that, I'm sure you can be rest assured that it makes no difference if I tell them, which I won't do, of course. What a hassle…"

Mamoru laughed and mussed my hair. "Hey, old man, what are you doing to my hair?!" I screamed but he's not stopping.

"You are really an amusing person, kid."


Omake:

"Hey, Mamoru, why don't we make a slacker club? You know, a club when we being lazy every time."

"Kid, I swear Eisuke will fire yer ass if you're not go back to work now."

To be continued


A/N: I love making this chapter. Who will I bother next, hmm?