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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"...you fucking genius!" Isamu jolted up from his seat and clapped his hands together.
"Hold up, hold up! So your telling me this whole time, Daisuke has a tracker within his shoes?!" Shindou asked. "Yeah, basically." You nodded your head and puckered your lips.
"Why do you need us then? You could easily get him back without our help."
"The thing is, before they both got kidnapped, myself and Suzue tried to warn Daisuke not to go further in the warehouse, that the whole thing was a trap, but the signal kept on buffering and delaying everything I said to him. But once the call ended, I received a message from him, telling me to activate the tracker on his shoe, but not engage with any sort of rescue mission."
"Fuck! Y/n we need to go and help them!" Suzue slammed her fists on the desk.
PING!
You looked down your phone :
'Turn on the tracker on my shoe, Haru isn't responding to me, it seems like he's been taken away. I'm going in. If you don't hear from me, from this point on; don't worry, and don't try to rescue me.' - Daisuke
'Fine, I'm trusting you to keep yourself safe..' - y/n Read by Daisuke
"Suzue, we need to get everyone together... again."
"Right... so~ why are we here again?" Arisu inquired, as she stirred her drink around in the glass.
"Well, we're going to go pick them up." You pointed at a certain point on the map.
"And where the fuck is that?" Isamu asked, running is fingers through his black inked locks. "That is the location where we will be meeting Daisuke in approximately 10 minutes." You smiled.
"An abandoned field..."
—-
"Suzue?"
"They should be here." She spoke quietly as she clicked away on her keyboard, And her eyes glued to the screen.
It was a chilly night in London, with a breeze hitting your skin letting a shiver crawl rapidly down to the tips of your toes and fingertips. As you leaned against your car, looking around over and over again for the sight of Daisuke or Haru, it was no good. Yourself and the others, parked their own cars in a middle of a cornfield, the tall slender looking strings swayed left to right; whispering and brushing against one another. Along with the light bulb moon letting off its ray glimmer in the clear night.
"Any sight? For me it's a no." Arisu sighed and dug her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket. "Same for us two." Shinobu added, dragging his brother by the back of his collar.
"Hey~!"
"Is that them?!" You jolted up from the hood of your car and stared out into the distance, changing your sights every second.
"There!" Shinobu pointed out into the repetitive looking field, causing everyone to witness Haru trying to run, with him clutching onto a draping, limp body.
"Haru?!" everyone yelled together, and started to brush past the stems, running towards him.
"He's been stabbed!" Haru whaled, then finally let go of the pale Daisuke, letting him fall into Isamu and Shinobu's arms. "Sit your ass down!" Arisu pushed Haru onto the ground and started to attend to his cuts and wounds with the first aid kit, while he squirmed and tried to look over her shoulder; trying to see in the dark mist if Daisuke would live. "Forget about me! He's the real problem!" Haru exclaimed and winced in pain.
"Russian Forceps..."
"...Scalpel..."
Suzue struck her hand out, waiting for each instrument called out to be handed to her immediately in the palm of her hand. Even though she's known to be a computer wiz; she also has the hands of a surgeon. After years of studying, but then dropping her degree, it was very handy and very common of her to treat Daisuke or yourself. No matter how big or small, Suzue would heal you with her touch... hopefully.
You sat there, examining the damage caused too Daisuke as he laid inside of a van. Each clatter of the blooded shard hitting the steel plate, made you ponder deeply on how he even got to this point.
—-
Five hours pass by, it's now 6:13 am after Suzue finished attending to Daisuke's wound. Now, it was just you and him, in your very own apartment after being dropped off.
Hearing Daisuke whimper, heave and groan in pain as the surgery took place, broke your heart; but you knew he would be back, you knew he could handle this.
His black locks covered his eyes, as he laid on the bed, with his exposed build being wrapped in bandages. "I hate you right now." You sighed, and stared out to the ceiling, as you sat next to him on the bed.
"Really?"
A familiar voice, yet groggy and dragged, caught your attention, making you look down and see a half lidded Daisuke smiling at you.
You scoffed, and leaned forward, letting your chest rub in his face. As you bent your head low, you kissed his forehead, letting your lips linger there for a second until pulling away.
"Why Daisuke? Why?" You pleaded for an answer, wanting to know why he was in such a messy manner before. Why he went so far down the line in the mission. Why he made you worry so much.
"Look at me doll." He requested, and you did so; staring into his steel grey eyes. "I'm sorry you had to go through this, I don't want you to feel like that anymore, because I'm here, I'm alive aren't I?" He brought up his hand, and caressed your cheek, making you melt instantly.
"I'm glad your here by my side, that's all that matters to me right now." He smiled and wiped away the tears that streamed out from your eye with his thumb.
"Dais-"
"I'll make it up to you! Once I get better, once this case is done and solved by all of us, I'll take you on-"
"I handed the case to the main authorities." You blurted out and bit your whole bottom lip, trying to conceal tears of knowing how hurt Daisuke will be.
"What?" His eyes widened and his lips parted slightly, along with his hand dropped down to his side, as he just stared at you. "Why would you do that?"
