CHAPTER 2:

Fuji paced around Sanada's office. His face marred with a frown as if in deep thought. There are two things he didn't particularly like at that moment. One is the fact that Yukimura and Tezuka had been in the interrogation room for more than thirty minutes. And two because Sanada wasn't doing something about it.

"Alright I'm done. I'll go get her."

"No you're not."

Fuji stopped pacing and glared at their chief. "She's been there for more than twenty minutes."

"I'm aware of that and I don't see why it's a problem."

Fuji heaved a sigh.

Sanada was right. Tezuka was allowed to talk to his lawyer for forty-five minutes in maximum. There's certainly nothing wrong. And that's exactly the problem.

"Something's really off. I know it."

Sanada shook his head. "You're over thinking. Again. Perhaps you could make use of a break. Go ahead and grab yourself a coffee."

Fuji closed his eyes and massaged his temples with his fingers. "I'll be back in ten minutes."

Sanada responded with a dismissive wave.

"If I'm not back after ten minutes, page me."

"Fine. Now go."

He gave one last look at their chief before heading out of the office.

"So ugh….in short you're asking me to screw him."

Yukimura raised a brow. He was still standing in front of Tezuka and for the entire time they've spent together talking, he still couldn't figure out why he found him so attractive. Tezuka doesn't think. In fact it seemed that he doesn't understand a thing. Yukimura brought a finger to his right temple and tapped it twice.

"I understand."

Yukimura eyed him in doubt. "Seriously?"

Tezuka shrugged. "You want me to spy on the guild while I'm here."

"Right. And I clearly don't remember ever telling you about screwing anybody."

Tezuka looked at him blankly.

"What?" Yukimura snapped, now feeling annoyed.

"You told me to do my job."

"I did. And that's why you're staying here to spy."

Tezuka frowned in thought before looking at Yukimura. "No sex?"

The bluenette rolled his eyes. "That is not what you're here for."

Tezuka raised a finger to stop Yukimura from saying anything more. "Well the thing is, my job technically involves fuc-"

"Alright stop!" Yukimura snapped. "Just….just keep your hands off from people. Wait for instructions. I'll give them to you personally. For now, behave and make sure you…."

Yukimura stopped talking when he noticed how Tezuka's eyes were looking down on his legs. It was when Yukimura remembered how he was wearing a skirt which was strategically designed to be four inches above knee level.

"I hope what you're seeing helps you with your job."

"Certainly." Tezuka said, raising his eyes to meet Yukimura's. "In fact their doing me a lot of favor."

Yukimura shook his head and glanced at his wrist watch. "Alright. For now that's all. Wait and see how I do wonders."

"I will."

"Good."

-2 days after Yukimura's visit-

"You're kidding." Fuji said, looking straight at Sanada for answers.

Sanada, uncomfortable with Fuji's stares, cleared his throat. He knew this would be tough. Not because it's something beyond his power to decide, but more like because it was Fuji whom he was dealing with. He knew better how Fuji wanted to nail the case once and for all, and what he decided was one thing Fuji would find hard to understand.

"I've already signed the decision, and yes, Tezuka Kunimitsu is staying with you for the time being."

Fuji gave him a glare as sharp as a bullet. If he had not been immune to Fuji's ability to condemn people to death with 'that' glare, he would've disappeared from the scene long before. But he was Chief Genichirou Sanada, chairman of the Guild who also happened to be the son of Tokyo's popular governor.

So yes, he wasn't affected at all.

He wiped the sweat that was forming on his forehead with a white handkerchief. Fuji was still glaring, and he decided best not to glare back.

For the sake of world peace.

"That person- " Fuji said, pointing a finger outside the office, but was referring to Tezuka who was still on holding, "-deserves to be in jail. And I mean inside a cell with metal bars, microphones and cameras installed so I can monitor every single movement he makes 24/7. Now you're telling me about a house arrest? In my house of all places? I mean.." Fuji stopped talking to release a sharp breath he has been holding. "…This is just…..unacceptable."

Sanada preferred few moments of silence to let the situation rest. After a full minute, he picked up the landline phone on his table and dialed a number.

"Yes Inspector Oshitari. Agent Fuji's on his way to your office. He'll be there in five minutes."

Sanada then brought down the phone and headed for the door. He opened it wide, gesturing Fuji to step out that instant.

Fuji needed not to be forced. He bit his lower lip in anger and stomped away Sanada's office.

Tezuka stared at the print-out he had in hand.

HOUSE RULES: (Kunimitsu Tezuka)

Wake up time: 5:00 am.

Breakfast is strictly at 7:00 am.

No browsing of internet. (security purposes)

No talking to agent Fuji Syusuke unless relevant and necessary.

Foods are in the fridge. You can cook whatever you like as long as it's available.

No phones allowed so as visitors.

Basic necessities are provided so no need for shopping.

Dinner is at 7:00 pm.

Bed time: 10:00 pm.

He stared back at Fuji who was standing in front of him, arms crossed and frown in place.

"So ugh….what will happen if I don't-"

"I'll make sure you're placed in a proper jail." Fuji cut him off.

Tezuka stared at him for a few seconds, apparently gauging if he was joking. When he got no reaction, he nodded. When Yukimura said he'll do wonders, it didn't cross his mind that what he meant involved staying together with Fuji. It wasn't a bad idea, he thought.

But the rules just sucked.

"If you don't have questions then that would be all."

Tezuka hesitated, but nevertheless asked. "Well….I'm just curious if we're sharing the same bed because….."

A glare was what it took for him to stop talking.

"…just…asking.." he muttered to himself.

Fuji gave a sharp sigh. "The guest room's under repair and for security reasons I can't let you sleep alone here in the living room as well." he stopped, debating on how he would place the next thing he'll say, "So you'll be staying in my room temporarily."

Fuji mentally knocked his head off for the lack of authority in his voice; plus the fact that Tezuka actually smirked at his last statement. He really didn't like that.

"Same bed then." Tezuka said.

Fuji looked away and cleared his throat. He was having an internal debate on how to settle things. There are few things to consider though.

First, Tezuka was technically a prisoner, which somehow justifies his plan of letting him sleep on the floor of his room. On a second thought, they're both men, and sleeping on one bed wasn't really an issue. Besides, Fuji thought having Tezuka beside him is of advantage since he'll basically be able to monitor even his tiniest movements. He can use the proximity as a vantage point. If lucky enough, he can even draw out information via casual conversation before sleep.

"Right. Temporarily."

Tezuka nodded.

Fuji turned around to head to his room when Tezuka grabbed his wrist. He flinched and grabbed it away. It was more like an automatic reaction. He hated it when somebody touches him. More importantly when that person is a complete stranger.

"Sorry I was just-"

"Don't do that again."

"Since I'm temporarily staying then perhaps we could be casual friends." Tezuka said.

Fuji raised a brow. "Just because you're staying here doesn't mean that I like it. I'm just doing my job. I don't intend to do more than that."

Tezuka sighed and nodded. Fuji gave him one last look before heading to his room.

Once he made sure Fuji was gone, Tezuka took the opportunity to examine the place. He was currently inside the living room. It was a small place but had a cozy air in it; flat-screen TV atop a short wooden cabinet, a circular glass table in front with a porcelain vase housing three pieces of lilacs, long white sofa, and few abstract paintings hanging on the white walls.

Tezuka was no expert in art, but he knew how to recognize a fake when he sees one. Fuji's wall adornments were definitely not fakes.

'Nice place, agent.' he thought as he brought out a small chip from his pocket. He placed it at the top of the TV and sighed.

"Well, I'm also just doing my job." he muttered.

End of Chapter 2