"Are you sure you're not jealous?" Marsala teased as she combed her hair and watched Bourbon through the mirror, who leaning on doorway of her bathroom.
"Can you please stop joking around?" He asked exasperatedly and took the heavy, black keyboard bag that was on her bed.
Marsala was evaluating his outfit, he looks meh? She scowled, "Do you want to change into something more stylish?"
"Just hurry up." He whined. "I'll wait in the car." He got out of her apartment.
He's getting bolder and bolder with her. She looked okay with her black knee-length skirt and dark blue loose sweater, she tied her hair into low ponytails, chuckling at the sight of her looking innocent and young.
She got down and encountered one of the ugly tenants in the apartment, he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. Too bad, I can't kill someone out of my whims.
"What? I didn't know this apartment has a high school girl." He said and Marsala scrunched her nose.
"Let me go." She growled.
When the man wasn't letting her go, she huffed and was about to punch him, but someone grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back.
"I'm sorry to ruin your fantasy but this woman is already an obaa-san." Bourbon said with a smile before pulling her away from the scene.
"Really? I'm younger than you, don't forget that."
"By just a year." He said and opened the shotgun door for her.
She was amused and teasingly stared at him, "What? Are you falling for me?" She asked while getting in.
"Please don't say bad words." He closed the door with a huff and walked around the car to the driver side.
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"Finally, those two stopped switching platforms." Marsala said as she got out and stretched her arms.
Amuro also got out and walked beside her as they went inside the train station, he was carrying her keyboard case that contains a rifle.
The two spotted Scotch wearing a jacket with a hoodie and black pants. He looked like he was teaching a little boy how to play the bass.
They walked towards him and Bourbon called him out, "Scotch."
The man turned around and looked surprised at his friend's appearance.
"I'll just talk to him." Bourbon said to Marsala and gave her the keyboard case.
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Undercover || Detective Conan
FanfictionA short story between Marsala, an agent raised by Rum, and Bourbon, an undercover agent from PSB. Fanfiction: Amuro Tooru / Furuya Rei / Bourbon Disclaimer: This is fanfiction. I do not own Detective Conan. Just a few of my own characters are added...