Disclaimer: The characters of "You're Under Arrest" belong to Kosuke Fujishima, Bandai, TBS and other related firms. Keitaro is my creation...all mine! bwah-ha-ha-ha!! (oops... that was just one of my demented moments ^_^)
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Note:
" ... " - talking out loud
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"Aoi?? How? What?" was all Yoriko could utter.
"I know, I know... I'm in earlier than the usual," Aoi pretended to explain, giving her a warning glance.
"By the way, this is my paternal first cousin, Futaba Keitaro," he introduced the man in civilian clothes. "He's just here for a week of vacation. He's from Kyoto and a corporate lawyer." Aoi said hurriedly to cut-off Yoriko's further queries.
Letting her know that Keitaro was a cousin explained a lot. She knew that none of his family know how he dress up when he was at work. Her thoughts were distracted when Keitaro approached her, took her right hand with both of his and shook it gently.
"And you must be Nikaidou Yoriko. Aoi's partner, right? It's a real pleasure to meet you," he looked at her steadily.
His gaze was so intense that she could not help but blush. No man had ever looked at her that way before. Futaba Keitaro stood almost as tall as Aoi, with eyes of the same color... except that Aoi's held a gentleness in them while Keitaro's had that of hardened resolve. Where Aoi's hair was mahogany, long and wavy, his was dark blond, short and straight. A blond hair was quite unusual to have for a Japanese man unless he's got a gaijin blood in him... which seemed to be the case with Keitaro, unless he had it dyed. But from the looks of him, that seemed unlikely... a man of such intensity... dyeing one's hair was just too frivolous for him.
She heard Aoi clear his throat which forced her to pry her hand from his cousin's hold. But taking her eyes out of his gaze was harder to do as Keitaro was determined to keep her eyes a bit longer, ignoring his cousin. His gaze was not like he was dressing her down...but something like he was trying to learn what he can about her... trying to read her soul which was really intimidating while at the same time flattering.
Aoi was starting to get annoyed with his cousin. He knew that when Keitaro would start looking at a woman the way he was doing right now with Yoriko, then he was indeed interested in her. But he also knew how fickle his attentions could be and he didn't want her to get burned by his cousin's attention. Besides, she's his partner, for crying out loud!
Darn him! Why can't he just leave Yoriko alone? Goodness! She's even blushing! he scowled at her when he noticed her flushed cheeks.
For the first time, his attention was riveted to his partner's face. And so just noticed that her eyes were so big with lovely long lashes that if a man would stare at those lovely clay-brown orbs, he would surely drown. The thick glasses that she always wore hid that fact from almost everyone, including himself. Next, he stared at her lips... like that of a baby's, so naturally pink.
Yoriko was so flustered at Keitaro's gaze that her lips were beginning to dry up and so couldn't help herself but lick them to bring back some moisture.
Aoi's eyes widened when he saw her dart out her tongue to lick her lips. He doubted that she was even aware how sensuous that move was. He was even surprised at himself that he found it so. He whipped back his eyes to his cousin's face and saw that her action didn't escape his notice. Keitaro's eyes narrowed a bit and moved a little closer to her.
Enough!!! Aoi rushed to his cousin's side, taking him by the shoulder. "I'll just show Keitaro around the station," he glanced back at Yoriko while he pushed his cousin out of the office, then closed the door.
Gawking at the closed door, Yoriko brought her hands up and cupped her cheeks which were still flushed. A bit dazed, she sat back down on her chair and stared at her computer screen.
It felt like he was looking in her eyes for a long time when in fact, only a few minutes had passed from the time Aoi introduced him to the time they walked out the door.
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Meanwhile, a troubled Aoi was hissing angry comments at his cousin as they passed the men's locker room.
"What do you think you were doing!?" he spun his cousin around and glared at him, all the while clenching and unclenching his fists.
Keitaro noticed the tension in his cousin's body and guessed what caused it. "What did I do? I just greeted your partner. I didn't do anything wrong at all," he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
"Greeted? Just greeted?!!" Aoi spluttered. "YOU held her hands longer than was necessary to greet her! YOU stared at her with so much intensity that even I could see she was flustered by it! And YOOUUU almost kissed her!" he roared at Keitaro, his whole body shook with anger. But despite all this, a sane part of Aoi's brain wondered why he was seething mad at him.
Good thing that there wasn't anybody around to hear him bellow at Keitaro. Almost all officers on that shift were out on patrol, leaving the hallway deserted.
"Why are you so mad about it?" Keitaro countered. "She's just your partner, not your girlfriend... or is she? And no, I wasn't going to kiss her at all." he raised his eyebrows in suspicion. "She's beautiful, you know. She may not be a beauty queen but she has a beauty all her own. What's most appealing about her is that I don't think she's even aware of it," he added wistfully. "She should wear contacts and not those thick glasses of hers that hid her eyes. Maybe a touch of makeup... just a slight touch, though, to accentuate her beauty." He said this while glancing warily at his cousin.
"Well, it sure looked like you were about to kiss her." Aoi's eyes were twitching in irritation. His hands were itching to throttle Keitaro's neck. He refrained himself from saying more. He might say something that he would regret later.
"Oh and those lips... I'm sure you've noticed them like I did. She really had no idea how alluring she looked when she licked her lips like that." Keitaro added while keeping a close watch at Aoi mischievously. "She really looks so innocent," he sighed.
Aoi snorted at this comment. "Yoriko? Innocent?" he laughed outrageously at this. "She's the last person I would call innocent." He thumped his cousin's back. "Yoriko is the gossip-monger in this station. If you're hiding some skeletons in your closet, you'd better watch it. Yoriko will find out what they are," he patted Keitaro's back in amusement.
Keitaro was taken by surprise at Aoi's reaction. One minute he was so angry at him that smacked close to jealousy... the next, he was thumping his back in mirth. Glancing at his watch, he interrupted Aoi.
"I'd better go now. Auntie Asuza will be fuming if I'm late," he uttered dejectedly. "But I'll come back here tomorrow to see the rest of the station, if that's all right with you."
"Sure, no problem." Aoi readily agreed.
He perked up a bit at his assent, although he was a little apprehensive if he would meet up again with Yoriko. His cousin might have another bout of anger against him. He had to admit he IS interested in her. If what Aoi told him was true, then she was a woman full of contradictions and probably quite vivacious.
Cousin or not, I plan to see her again. I want to know her better, with that thought, Keitaro left his cousin, got into his car and sped away from the Bokuto Station.
This time, I will make sure that Yoriko won't be around when he comes here. Aoi muttered to himself as an afterthought while watching his cousin drive off. The thought of her and Keitaro together was just something he could not contemplate.
-- to be continued
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Note:
" ... " - talking out loud
.... - thoughts
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"Aoi?? How? What?" was all Yoriko could utter.
"I know, I know... I'm in earlier than the usual," Aoi pretended to explain, giving her a warning glance.
"By the way, this is my paternal first cousin, Futaba Keitaro," he introduced the man in civilian clothes. "He's just here for a week of vacation. He's from Kyoto and a corporate lawyer." Aoi said hurriedly to cut-off Yoriko's further queries.
Letting her know that Keitaro was a cousin explained a lot. She knew that none of his family know how he dress up when he was at work. Her thoughts were distracted when Keitaro approached her, took her right hand with both of his and shook it gently.
"And you must be Nikaidou Yoriko. Aoi's partner, right? It's a real pleasure to meet you," he looked at her steadily.
His gaze was so intense that she could not help but blush. No man had ever looked at her that way before. Futaba Keitaro stood almost as tall as Aoi, with eyes of the same color... except that Aoi's held a gentleness in them while Keitaro's had that of hardened resolve. Where Aoi's hair was mahogany, long and wavy, his was dark blond, short and straight. A blond hair was quite unusual to have for a Japanese man unless he's got a gaijin blood in him... which seemed to be the case with Keitaro, unless he had it dyed. But from the looks of him, that seemed unlikely... a man of such intensity... dyeing one's hair was just too frivolous for him.
She heard Aoi clear his throat which forced her to pry her hand from his cousin's hold. But taking her eyes out of his gaze was harder to do as Keitaro was determined to keep her eyes a bit longer, ignoring his cousin. His gaze was not like he was dressing her down...but something like he was trying to learn what he can about her... trying to read her soul which was really intimidating while at the same time flattering.
Aoi was starting to get annoyed with his cousin. He knew that when Keitaro would start looking at a woman the way he was doing right now with Yoriko, then he was indeed interested in her. But he also knew how fickle his attentions could be and he didn't want her to get burned by his cousin's attention. Besides, she's his partner, for crying out loud!
Darn him! Why can't he just leave Yoriko alone? Goodness! She's even blushing! he scowled at her when he noticed her flushed cheeks.
For the first time, his attention was riveted to his partner's face. And so just noticed that her eyes were so big with lovely long lashes that if a man would stare at those lovely clay-brown orbs, he would surely drown. The thick glasses that she always wore hid that fact from almost everyone, including himself. Next, he stared at her lips... like that of a baby's, so naturally pink.
Yoriko was so flustered at Keitaro's gaze that her lips were beginning to dry up and so couldn't help herself but lick them to bring back some moisture.
Aoi's eyes widened when he saw her dart out her tongue to lick her lips. He doubted that she was even aware how sensuous that move was. He was even surprised at himself that he found it so. He whipped back his eyes to his cousin's face and saw that her action didn't escape his notice. Keitaro's eyes narrowed a bit and moved a little closer to her.
Enough!!! Aoi rushed to his cousin's side, taking him by the shoulder. "I'll just show Keitaro around the station," he glanced back at Yoriko while he pushed his cousin out of the office, then closed the door.
Gawking at the closed door, Yoriko brought her hands up and cupped her cheeks which were still flushed. A bit dazed, she sat back down on her chair and stared at her computer screen.
It felt like he was looking in her eyes for a long time when in fact, only a few minutes had passed from the time Aoi introduced him to the time they walked out the door.
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Meanwhile, a troubled Aoi was hissing angry comments at his cousin as they passed the men's locker room.
"What do you think you were doing!?" he spun his cousin around and glared at him, all the while clenching and unclenching his fists.
Keitaro noticed the tension in his cousin's body and guessed what caused it. "What did I do? I just greeted your partner. I didn't do anything wrong at all," he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
"Greeted? Just greeted?!!" Aoi spluttered. "YOU held her hands longer than was necessary to greet her! YOU stared at her with so much intensity that even I could see she was flustered by it! And YOOUUU almost kissed her!" he roared at Keitaro, his whole body shook with anger. But despite all this, a sane part of Aoi's brain wondered why he was seething mad at him.
Good thing that there wasn't anybody around to hear him bellow at Keitaro. Almost all officers on that shift were out on patrol, leaving the hallway deserted.
"Why are you so mad about it?" Keitaro countered. "She's just your partner, not your girlfriend... or is she? And no, I wasn't going to kiss her at all." he raised his eyebrows in suspicion. "She's beautiful, you know. She may not be a beauty queen but she has a beauty all her own. What's most appealing about her is that I don't think she's even aware of it," he added wistfully. "She should wear contacts and not those thick glasses of hers that hid her eyes. Maybe a touch of makeup... just a slight touch, though, to accentuate her beauty." He said this while glancing warily at his cousin.
"Well, it sure looked like you were about to kiss her." Aoi's eyes were twitching in irritation. His hands were itching to throttle Keitaro's neck. He refrained himself from saying more. He might say something that he would regret later.
"Oh and those lips... I'm sure you've noticed them like I did. She really had no idea how alluring she looked when she licked her lips like that." Keitaro added while keeping a close watch at Aoi mischievously. "She really looks so innocent," he sighed.
Aoi snorted at this comment. "Yoriko? Innocent?" he laughed outrageously at this. "She's the last person I would call innocent." He thumped his cousin's back. "Yoriko is the gossip-monger in this station. If you're hiding some skeletons in your closet, you'd better watch it. Yoriko will find out what they are," he patted Keitaro's back in amusement.
Keitaro was taken by surprise at Aoi's reaction. One minute he was so angry at him that smacked close to jealousy... the next, he was thumping his back in mirth. Glancing at his watch, he interrupted Aoi.
"I'd better go now. Auntie Asuza will be fuming if I'm late," he uttered dejectedly. "But I'll come back here tomorrow to see the rest of the station, if that's all right with you."
"Sure, no problem." Aoi readily agreed.
He perked up a bit at his assent, although he was a little apprehensive if he would meet up again with Yoriko. His cousin might have another bout of anger against him. He had to admit he IS interested in her. If what Aoi told him was true, then she was a woman full of contradictions and probably quite vivacious.
Cousin or not, I plan to see her again. I want to know her better, with that thought, Keitaro left his cousin, got into his car and sped away from the Bokuto Station.
This time, I will make sure that Yoriko won't be around when he comes here. Aoi muttered to himself as an afterthought while watching his cousin drive off. The thought of her and Keitaro together was just something he could not contemplate.
-- to be continued