Psychic Detective Yakumo

Well, chapter 30 came out today for PDY and I was really glad about it, but it's just not enough for me. I really want more. I want to know what happens next! I want to see a Yakumo and Haruka moment! I'm fan-girling again. I guess it can't be helped. *Sigh* Putting that aside, this is clearly not one of my best chapters and I feel like there was a lot of Yakumo OOCness. I apologize for that. I always have trouble writing about him or in his POV because of his personality. Quite difficult.

Anyways, a thanks to all my readers, reviewers, followers, ect.! Please excuse my grammatical errors and I hope this chapter meets your expectations! I'll probably be updating again sometime this week. I'm just so excited! :)

Won't Give Up

Chapter 12 – Refreshed

The bright sun was hitting her face, not letting her finish her sleep. She wanted to open her eyes, but she felt them almost glued together. She groaned to herself, turning around and placing the bed sheets over her face. She felt horribly sick and she felt like throwing up. Her entire body seemed to be in pain and a massive headache was starting to form.

Haruka yawned as she threw her bed sheets to her side. She slowly opened her eyes, one by one. The brightness coming from the window blinded her a bit, making her unable to see the room. Where was she? Haruka closed her eyes again, rubbing them with her knuckles before she tried to open them again. It was then that Haruka realized that she was in her bedroom.

What had happened? She couldn't exactly remember since her memory was a bit blurred. She remembered hanging out with her friends, but after that, Haruka had trouble recalling anything. With this in mind, she slowly sat up from the bed to feel a throb inside her head. It hurt so much and the more she moved around, the bigger her headache became. What in the world had happened? Had she really drank that much? All she remembered was drinking one or two drinks with her friends before they left her.

Where had they gone to anyways? They had left her with someone, but with who? What did she talk about during that time? Who brought her home? Haruka didn't know the answers to any of her questions, but she wasn't about to burst her head to remember. She figured that her memory would just become clear throughout the day.

She slowly scooted herself toward the edge of the bed before she tried to stand up. Immediately, she felt herself stumbling sideways, but she was able to regain her balance thanks to the bed mattress. She took deep breaths, closing her eyes and hoping she would at least be able to make it to the bathroom. Why did she feel so utterly horrible? Were these really the effects of alcohol? If they were, then she would make sure to never drink again.

Then, a realization hit her. She quickly scanned the room, her heart pounding a little. Where was Yakumo? Had he gone to work already? Had he seen her drunk? Haruka looked down at her clothing to realize she wearing her pajamas. He probably changed her or something because there was no way she would have been able to do such a thing. Still, why couldn't she remember? Why was her memory so blurred? What exactly did she drink at that nightclub? Haruka sighed as she tried to make her way to the bathroom again.

There was no doubt about it. Yakumo was probably furious with her. She wondered if he had been the one that had brought her home or if it had been her friends. It frustrated her. It frustrated her that she couldn't remember. Groaning to herself, Haruka began to take baby steps across the room. It was only until then she began to wonder what time it was. She looked at the small digital clock that stood on the night table. Her eyes widen when she realized that it was already passed nine. She was late for work.

She began to freak out, but her body couldn't move any faster. Even so, with stumbles, Haruka made to her dresser. She leaned herself on top of it as she tried to catch her breath. She was feeling sick. She was hungry. She was thirsty. She felt dirty. She felt horrible. What could she do, though? She was in the house all by herself and she could barely even walk. Her headache couldn't let her think. How was she suppose to go to work and present herself in front of her children when she looked so horrible? Her superiors would probably fire her in that instant. That's what she got for getting drunk on a Thursday.

She should have never listened to Hana. She should have said no and come straight home from work. Then, maybe, she could have spent some time with Yakumo. She wanted to see him so badly. She wanted to be with him in that moment. Sighing to herself, Haruka was about to start looking for her phone when the bedroom door suddenly flew open. She took a step back, surprised to see Yakumo standing by the bedroom doorway. She blinked a few times, wondering if she dreaming.

"Yakumo?" She whispered to herself as she looked at him with disbelief. She could feel her face flushing red with either embarrassment or with shame. "Yakumo, what are you doing here? Aren't you suppose to be at work? Why are you here?"

He didn't say anything, but his stare was enough to make her feel nervous. He didn't seem to be in one of the bestest of moods. It was probably all her fault. She had, somehow, gotten home passed out drunk. She couldn't believe she would let something like that happen to her. What type of wife was she? She began to fiddle with her fingers as she looked down at the floor. The dead silence between them was starting to drive her crazy.

"Umm, Yakumo?" Haruka began, not daring to look up at him. She lowered her head to make sure her hair covered her eyes. She didn't want him to see her like that. It was just too embarrassing. In that moment, she was just a complete mess. "I think I'm late to work."

"I already called in for you." He said in his sturdy voice, making her flinch a little. She could still feel him staring at her and she really wished the Earth could just swallow her whole. She didn't want to go through that humiliation. If she could turn back time, she would make sure to rewind everything back. "I told them that you wouldn't be able to make it to work because you were sick."

"Oh," Haruka snapped her eyes shut as she sat down on the bed. Her headache still wasn't gone, but she had other things to worry about. "Thank you. I really appreciate it."

She didn't want to look up at him, so instead she just sat there silently for a couple of seconds. It wasn't long before Yakumo sat next to her. Her chest suddenly began to feel heavy and her heart skipped a beat when she felt her arm graze his. She snapped her eyes shut again, but Yakumo turned her head so that she was looking at him straight in the eyes. "Now, that you're awake and now that the alcohol has worn off," He began with a stern serious voice. "You're going to tell me what happened yesterday."

"Yakumo," Haruka suddenly exclaimed, jolting up from the bed. "I'm so sorry! I'm not really sure what happened. I can't really remember anything at all. I know I went out with Hana and Naoki because Hana wanted us to meet...her new friend." That's right. It suddenly clicked in Haruka's memory. They had gone over to the bar or whatever to meet Hana's new friend, Shirou. He was the last person Haruka remembered being with. He was sitting with her in the table when her drinking had gotten out of control.

"And?" Yakumo continued as he snapped her out of her thoughts. "Where did she take you? What happened?"

"We went to her friend's nightclub or bar or whatever it was." Haruka told him a bit nervously, feeling Yakumo's eyes straight on her. Why was he applying his detective skills on her? She felt like she was going through some sort of interrogation. She didn't like that feeling one bit. Gulping, Haruka began to play around with her fingers again. "I guess, Hana handed me a drink. I wasn't going to accept it. I really wasn't, but she kept insisting and then I figured that one was wasn't going to kill me. So, I guess, I ended up drinking it."

Haruka remained silent for a little bit as she watched Yakumo stand up from the bed. He stood in front of her with her his hands crossed, waiting for her to finish with her tale. She scratched the back of her head and try to recall some of her fuzzy memories. "I remember watching Hana and Nao go dance. I think she made him mad or something. I'm not really sure. Anyways, they left me in the table with Shirou-san. I guess, I drank more than I thought."

"I was worried about you." Yakumo suddenly blurted out, surprising her entirely and she could feel her face turning beet red. "Don't ever do that again. Do you have any idea what you made me go through?"

"I'm so sorry." Haruka replied quietly, barely a squeak. "I don't really remember anything after that. I don't even remember who brought me home. Everything is just so blurry. I hardly remember anything after the first or second drink. I don't understand why. I mean, I've drunk alcohol before and this has never happened. But, I promise it won't happen again, so please forgive me, Yakumo. Please don't be angry with me."

"Don't worry about it anymore. It's okay now." Yakumo told her; no louder than a whisper. He suddenly wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. Haruka's eyes widen a little, unsure of what was going on. Then she responded back and embraced him, pressing her face against his chest and letting his warmth travel throughout her body. She really did love him and when she had him so close, she felt like he actually loved her too. Maybe he did love her as much as she loved him.

"You don't have to promise anything." He whispered again before he let his voice die out in the silent mild room. He patted her hair in that special way which made her heart flutter. "I'm the one that should promise to take care of you better."

"Yakumo." Haruka said to herself before they pulled apart. She couldn't help it. In that moment, she was feeling so happy. Her happiness was overwhelming her chest. She gave him a warm smile as she tried her best to prevent her tears of joy from slipping out. "Thank you so much."

He cleared his throat before started walking to the bedroom door. Without looking back at her, he said, "Why don't you take a shower and get changed? I'll go warm up your breakfast."

She couldn't believe. She simply couldn't believe everything that was going on. She expected Yakumo to be furious with her. She expected him to scold at her. Instead, he was acting really nice and sweet toward her. She couldn't remember the last time they had eaten breakfast together and as far as she knew, Yakumo had never cooked her anything before either. She wondered why he was acting that way. Even so, Haruka wasn't planning to complain about it.

So, Haruka did what she was told. She took a cool relaxing shower and she was glad that her headache was starting to subside. She changed into some fresh clean clothing, finally relieved to be out of her sweaty sticky pajamas. She brushed her teeth and combed her hair, which was starting to grow longer. She didn't step out her bedroom until she knew that she was presentable enough. When she finally stepped into her living room, she was surprised to Yakumo in the middle of a discussion with Gotou.

"What do you mean you can't go?!" Gotou told him as he unintentionally slammed his fist on the table. Yakumo, leaning against wall, didn't budge from expressionless face. "You told me yesterday that you were going to come investigate with me that photo I showed you! Why the heck are you backing away now?"

"Do I have to repeat everything to you? Just how slow are you?" Yakumo said cooly, placing his hand over his forehead. Haruka could tell that he was getting a bit frustrated. "I'm taking the day off today. I have better things I need to do right now."

"Oh, yeah?!" Gotou furrowed his eyebrows and pulled out his box of cigarettes from his pocket. He pulled one out of the box, placed it in his mouth and gave Yakumo a threatening glare. "Like what? You had already agreed to check things out, so are you telling me that you're not interested anymore?!"

"Gotou-san?" Haruka suddenly interrupted which made Gotou almost drop his cigarette. He frivolously turned around to look at her with surprise written all over his face. He probably hadn't expected to see her there at all. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

"Oh, Haruka-chan! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at school?" He asked her curiously, but Haruka really didn't want to explain things to him. How could she tell him that she had stayed home because she was sick with a hangover? Just how pathetic would that make her look? A proper wife would never have done something like that. Still, Yakumo found it in his heart to forgive her and he was nice enough to give her a second chance.

"Ah. I understand now." Gotou smirked to himself before he turned to look at Yakumo again suspiciously. He placed his hand on his chin as he started to analyze the situation. "I see. Yakumo took the day off so he could be with his wifey! Isn't that sweet of him?!"

"That's not it." Yakumo quickly protested which only made Haruka sighed.

"It's okay. I understand. If that's the way things are, I wouldn't mind checking out this case later. Tomorrow if you want." Gotou stated as he placed his hands in his pockets. He leaned his body against the sofa and he looked at them. "That way I can bring Isshi along too. That idiot. I don't have the damn patience to wait around for him. Only he would wake up late today."

"Haruka." Yakumo suddenly called out her name which almost made her fall back. He walked toward her, shortening their distance with every step. "I'm going to go out with Gotou for a bit. Will you be okay on your own?"

"What are you saying, Yakumo-kun?!" Haruka gave out a small laugh as she pulled on his sleeve tenderly. For some strange reason, she didn't want him to go. She wanted to be with him especially now that he was actually being more considerate toward her. "It's not like I'm a kid anymore. I'll be fine. You go one ahead, okay?"

"I'll be back in a little while." He told her before he grabbed her hand to give it a squeeze. Her heart pounded a bit faster when she notice Yakumo smiling at her. Then, he turned back around to get Gotou, who somehow ended up talking to himself. "Fine." Yakumo said to Gotou as he walked toward the door. "You win. Let's go see what's going on. This better be worth it."

Haruka watched them leave and they didn't notice her waving good-bye. Once they were gone, Haruka noticed her breakfast sitting on the counter, some rolled omelets, rice porridge, toast, and juice. She giggled to herself as she thought of Yakumo's kind gestures. They were small acts of kindness, but they still managed to make her so happy.

Maybe she was changing him after all.

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