"Ahh~! I'm stuffed!" Yuri said happily, stretching.

"Glad to hear it," Flynn replied, glancing around.

"So, what are we doing now?" asked Yuri, looking at Flynn expectantly.

The blonde hesitated, then shrugged. "I was thinking we could nip the police station."

Yuri went still, and Flynn paused, looking back at him. Yuri was frowning as he slowly took this in.

"You made a complaint?"

"Yesterday, yes."

"That explains the extra two hours...Why?"

"I don't want to leave the situation as it is. Because my dad was a police officer, I got to know quite a few other officers; a man called Raven Schwann is one of them. He's so corrupt he can't be corrupted. He never lets his cases fall through unless he really can't do anything. He won't be someone that is just bought off."

Yuri gazed at him a moment, then sighed. "I'd get mad, but you never seem to do something without a good reason. Well, except that wall climbing-"

"Can we just drop that? Anyway, he needs to see your scars as proof that you've been bullied over the last year. Do you mind?

Yuri hesitated, then slowly shook his head. "No...That's fine."

"I don't mind if you don't want to. I can just tell him that you aren't comfortable with it right now."

"My being stubborn will only make his job harder. He can see then, I don't mind."

"Including pictures?"

"If he needs them."

"Okay. We'll head over now then and see if he's in," he decided.

The two soon reached the station, heading in and walking up to the counter.

"Morning Adecor. Is Raven in?"

The man behind the counter, a rather thin, gangly man, looked up. "Mr Scifo? I'll go check," he said, standing up and walking to the back. The two boys shared a glance, then Yuri let his gaze wander around the room. After a few minutes Adecor came back. "I'm afraid Mr Schwann is out investigating at the moment. He should be back tomorrow. I'll tell him you were looking for him."

"Thank you," Flynn said, before turning and heading out. Yuri followed behind, hands behind his head.

They walked outside, Yuri sighing. "All that for nothing...Oh well. Are we coming back tomorrow?"

"Yes. If we want the case to go through, he needs the evidence as soon as possible."

Someone tapped Flynn on the shoulder, and he glanced back, seeing a muscular man wearing a black suit.

"Excuse me, are you Mr Flynn Scifo?" the man asked.

"Yes...Why? Who are you?"

"I've come on the behalf of Mr Macindaw."

The two boys immediately became defensive, taking a step back. "I see. And what does he want?" asked Flynn calmly.

The man reached into his pocket, pulling out a large wedge of notes. Flynn stared as he caught sight of them, while Yuri looked away in disgust. "He will give you this as long as you withdraw the complaint. Do you agree?"

Yuri wanted to shout that of course they didn't agree, but then, he didn't know what Flynn wanted. Ultimately, it was Flynn's decision. That much cash would certainly entitle him to not have to work so hard for a while. And it wasn't like there was anything stopping Yuri submitting a complaint himself.

Well, other than a beating.

So he stood silently, resolutely staring at the ground, teeth gritted. He didn't know what Flynn would choose, but who in their right mind would pass up that much money?

"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't accept your terms."

Flynn, apparently.

Yuri looked up in surprise, gazing at the blond. Even the man seemed a little surprised.

"Mr Macindaw will only make his offer once. Are you sure you don't want to accept?"

"I'm afraid Mr Macindaw would have to offer me something much different if I was going to reconsider. And unfortunately, it's something he can never give me. Please relay that to him, along with my apologies."

The man nodded, putting the money back in his pocket. "My apologies for taking up so much of your time. Have a pleasant day," the man said, heading back to a black Sedan with tinted windows. Climbing inside, the car soon drove off, leaving the two boys on the street.

Yuri glanced over at Flynn. "Why didn't you accept?" he asked.

Flynn looked at him, then shrugged. "Like I said, he'd have to offer me something he could never give me."

Yuri tried to think of anything like that as they continued to walk. "...Your parents?"

Flynn shook his head. "There's no point wishing of the impossible."

"Then what? There's loads you could want..."

"It's okay, you don't need to guess. Just focus on the tests tomorrow."

Yuri blinked before groaning. "Ugh...I'd completely forgotten...thanks for ruining my mood."

"No problem," Flynn replied with a smirk before continuing to walk, Yuri grumbling alongside him.

"He refused the offer, sir."

Macindaw scowled, turning away. "I thought the profile said he was relying on the little income he can get to survive? Why would he refuse so much money?!" he snapped.

"He said that you would have to offer him something much different, that you unfortunately can never give him. He also apologises."

"Well that isn't good enough. Fine. If he wants to play like that, then I'm not going to pretend to be nice anymore. You know what to do, Charleston."

"Yes sir."

The next day dawned bright and clear. Yuri blinked his eyes open, yawning widely and sitting up, rubbing his neck. He'd gotten used to the uncomfortable positions he somehow managed to slip into while sleeping on the sofa, but that didn't mean his body didn't keep screaming at him when he woke up.

He paused in his actions, frowning slightly. After today, he'd be going back to his own apartment...He was healed, after all, so there wasn't really any reason to stay around Flynn's anymore. The thought upset him in a way, but he wasn't sure why. They weren't particularly close, after all; they'd only known each other about three weeks, and been friends a week.

Now there was a thought. Almost as soon as he became friends with Flynn, he started sleeping over. Odd coincidence.

Shrugging, he stood up, giving another yawn and padding over to the kitchen. He quickly made himself breakfast, taking a seat and eating.

A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened and Flynn stepped out. He glanced over at Yuri, looking surprised.

"You're up earlier than I thought you'd be," he noted.

Yuri shrugged, still not fully awake.

"Well, I'll be heading up to school now. If you come up to the Student Council at lunch, we'll head to an empty classroom to eat."

"Sure," Yuri replied, waving his hand negligently.

"And don't be late. We have exams today, remember," Flynn reminded before heading out.

Yuri groaned, faceplanting into the table. "Why do you have to keep telling me.." he muttered.

A/N: I know how you feel, Yuri. I really do.

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