In which, Daisuke and his dear wife y/n, have been trying to solve a particular case, but keep on getting more and more leads; more and more arguments, to more and more situations. Everyone just wants to go home.
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Daisuke POV :
After days of planning, I finally figured how to get out of this shit hole. It's been merely a week since me and Haru have been detained in this crack house. The smell of weed and cigarettes was a heavy linger and like that one odour you smell every time you go into another persons house... but this was no welcoming odour; more like death and blood.
Beaten to plump, myself and Haru could barely open our eyes at one point. Being dragged around, kicked in the stomach, punched repeatedly just to get information from us. But did we crack open for them? No. After what felt like every room we had been sent to, I gained enough information to seek a way out, that's the whole point of being kidnapped, right?
"Come on assholes, we're in this room." Another heavy looking security guard, one of Victor's minions, yelled at us two. While they dragged us out of one room to another, I looked over to Haru, rugged hair, dried blood smeared on his face and clothes, along with bruises patched around him. Hopefully I don't look as bad as him, I thought to myself.
"Come on you piece of shit!"
Sat there for hours with two zip wires locking my wrists around a metal column, behind my lower back, I needed to piss.
"Oi, I need a piss."
"No."
"I said I need a piss."
Asshole.
"Are you fucking deaf?! I said no!"
"Fine, I'll just piss on the floor then, you can the explain to Victor that his designer flooring is covered in urine, he wouldn't be happy, would he?"
Growling under his breath, the bald security guard slammed his 'Penthouse Bikini Magazine' onto the table and stomped his way towards me. As he leaned down to cut off the zip wires, "your wasting so much plastic, and for what? I firmly believe in saving the turtles." I complained.
"Do you want to go to the toilet or not?"
I hate the British.
Gripping me tightly around my wrists, we started to head down the toilets. The corridors were long and repetitive; just a bland grey paint, along with grey doors lined up next to each other. This felt like a prison, like Iwas a prisoner. Kind of clichè, you don't expect detectives to be in a prison.
"Are you going to watch me?" I asked in disgust, while giving a surprising look to him. "Alright.. fine! Be quick, we don't have all day." He cut off the plastic wire from my wrists, setting them free at once.
Shutting the cubicle door, I slowly and steadily I lifted the cistern of the toilet, making sure there was no noise being created. "Hurry the fuck up!"
Bang after bang against the door, I had a enough. "Sometimes you have to be patient..."
SMASH!
THUD!
I launched out of cubicle and hammered down the heavy cistern lid across the chaps face, making him collapse onto the floor. "Prick." I muttered and dropped the lid on the floor. Looking up to the mirror, I sighed.
"Fuck."
I poked, with the tip of my tongue, on a cut scarred on my bottom lip, making me hiss in pain, until I stood tall, realising my work isn't done.
"Haru..."
Quickly, I grabbed the security guard's handgun and started to pace out of the bathroom; keeping up my guard up at all costs.
"So did you pay him?"
"Nah~ are you crazy?"
I hit my back against a pillar, as the two security guards spoke. Looking around, I see a glass bottle and distinguished a reliable plan.
"How did that bottle get here?" One of the guards noticed a bottomless roll to one of their foot. "I'll check it out, you stay here just." The other male spoke and started to walk his way towards where the bottle came from.. the pillared hallway.
Peeking my head out, it was the perfect moment. I grappled onto the security guards arm, tugging him towards me, giving me the option to knee him to the ground and choke him till he was unconscious. "Oh hush-" I whispered, as I kept on getting receiving weak slaps and hits along with pulling my arm off his neck.
That's the stealthiest way I could possibly do.
"H-hey!" The last guard yelled and ran towards me, witnessing the 'stealthy' attack.
I quickly grabbed the gun off him and chucked it far away and headlocked him. Just before I could make my next move, I get slammed to the concrete ground, causing me to yelp.
"What did you do to Malcom?!"
"Isn't it obvious?" I scoffed.
Getting up from the ground, I tackled his hamstrings, causing him to topple and fall into a glass window, causing it to shatter all over us. After endless punches, the male was weakened, lost... basically battered to the brim. Until, I felt a sharp object pierce into the side of my waist.
My eyes widened, as stated down to a dagger like shard of glass in my flesh. With all my strength, I planted one last, heavy punch, causing a snapping sound occur within in the guards neck.
"Shit~" I let out a agonising yell, as I hear the thwap of blood leaking out from my waist, to my hands, fingertips then the cold ground.
Grabbing the handcuffs from his pocket, I slipped in between two pillars, then dragged the two bodies and cuffed one wrist of theirs. So if they do try and escape, the can't. They'll be playing tug of war with one another.
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"Haru!"
I ran towards him, it looked as if he was passed out. "Come on, come on, come on!" I groaned in frustration as I patted his face gently over and over again, making him wake up to his surroundings.
"D-daisuke? What happened to you?!" He instantly questioned, looking around the place.
