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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"This case is getting no where with you potheads!" The chief exclaimed and hammered down a pile of papers and folders onto the desk, witnessing the officers jump in their seats.
It's been five weeks since the case was handed over to the main authorities along with Daisuke and Haru being rescued by you and the team. "Why are we here, if we aren't every part of the case anymore?" Suzue whispered to you, as you stood tall and watched the chief yell at the others.
"Because Daisuke wants to know more about the case, wants me to keep him up to date." You sighed and pinched the bridge if your nose in frustration. "How is he doing? I haven't had the time to see him lately." Suzue asked.
"He's still pissed off at the fact I handed the case to these twits. But on the bright side-" you flung open the door, and let Suzue out first from this unbearable meeting. "His wound has healed, just need to keep on top with it, with some antiseptic wipes for a couple of more days." You started walking side by side with Suzue down the echoing corridors of the police station in London.
"But~ he is looking like a hobo, with his stubbled beard hair, un-geld hair, he ain't Daisuke no more. All he does is sit on the bed full of papers of this case" You spoke gently. The heels of yours and Suzue's clacked on the marble flooring, letting everyone know your presence is around them.
"Well, you can give this to him then." Suzue stopped outside of the station and handed you a fat file. "No! No! I don't want the apartment to look like a more of a mess-!"
"make him work for these files. I mean they are pretty juicy if you ask me; I'll see you around." Suzue patted your shoulder and strutted down the stairs to her car.
"Make him work for it huh?" You smirked.
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"-alight bud, I'll talk to you tomorrow; make sure you're doing your homework! I love you."
You could hear a deep voice talk in a soothing manner all the way from the bathroom to the door entrance of the apartment. "Daisuke?" You called out as you walked further into the lavish apartment; full of so many luxurious things: sculptures, waterfall chandeliers, to the room settings of white walls making the whole apartment look fresh and uplifting even if it was raining tears from the heavens. A beige wooden flooring, contrasted with grey 'L shaped' sofas on either side facing a massive TV screen mounted on a wall. The full length windows were planted all around, giving the whole amount of day light to replenish the room. Kitchen was your favourite; the aesthetic setting of marble counters and islands, cleaned and wiped till you could see your own reflection.
"I'm in the bathroom!" He yelled. "God! You yell a bit too loud." You walked into the bedroom, and see Daisuke shaving off his stubbled hair. At last. You finally let a sigh of relief, you even thought he would stay like a hobo forever. "Got any information?" He walked in the room, patting his face with a towel. "Excuse you?" You furrowed your brows in disappointment. "No hi? No kiss? Am I a stranger?"
He looked down at you, with his strong physique towering over your petite body. He stood there shirtless, flexing his abs and muscles, with his new scar on his waist and wearing grey joggers with no boxers, exposing his manhood clearly. "I'm sorry... my mrs. Welcome home." He spoke, as pulled you in slowly from the waist and planted a long kiss... until he pulled away. "So did you get any information?" He asked eagerly, making you pull a face.
All you did was tug out the file from your bag, making him lean in to grab the file, but you instantly pulled it away from him. "Nuh-Uh-Uh" you waved your finger side to side at him. "What? Just give me the file." He leaned in again but once again you pulled back and started to walk out of the bedroom to the main living space.
"Y/n?!"
"You need to work for this file." You faced him, standing a lengthy distance from him. "What is that supposed to mean?" He threw his hands out in front of him.
"You need to calm down Daisuke! Your going insane! Your obsessed with this case!" You viewed your point to him. "How am I getting obsessed? I'm just trying to help and get this case over and done with." He furrowed his brows in confusion over your judgment, and started to follow you to the kitchen area.
"Your helping in case that your not even involved in anymore!" You stuffed the file back in your handbag, and plopped it to the side on a countertop. "What's the fucking catch y/n? Are you trying to throw me off?" Daisuke slightly raised his voice at you, as he watched you pulling out a water bottle from the fridge. "Don't you dare raise your voice at me the slightest. I'm not even throwing you off, I'm just trying to get you back into your senses!" You raised your voice at him this time, slamming the water bottle on the island countertop, where Daisuke stood on the opposite side of.
"Do you want to go back and see Kai? Or do you want to stay in London for another five weeks?!" He stared into your e/c orbs, leaning against the island top with his muscles flexing as he leaned his weight on his arms.
But he did have a point; you wanted to hug and kiss Kai, just be around his presence as soon as possible; seeing him run down the corridors of the house butt naked, hearing him read big and difficult words to you. However his case was making things hard.
"Just look at the state of you Daisuke! I cant even get a good nights rest without you ruffling with papers, pacing around the bedroom, dropping heavy files on the floor, and of course you yelling and fucking cursing with your inside voice! It's ridiculous!" You grabbed your bag and water bottle, and strutted away from the kitchen.
"Actually you know what?!" You marched back, and dropped the file on the island where Daisuke leaned against. "Take it." You whispered demandingly. The clatter of your stiletto heels were now getting distant and less heavier.
"And where the hell do you think your going?!" Daisuke yelled, knowing you were trying to make your exit out from the front door. Pacing towards you, just before you could leave the opened door, he grabbed your wrist, pulled you back into the apartment, and slammed the door behind you then pushed you up against it.
"Piss off! I gave you what you wanted, right?" You tried to push his strong body away from yours, but his figure crept over your own shadow, his arms caging you on either side of your head, and you couldn't forget his angered and frustrated expression. He was pissed. More than pissed. And to be honest, it kinda turned you on.
"Your not going anywhere, until you sort this attitude out." He growled. "I'm not planning to, just let me be on my way!" You argued back.
You didn't want to argue with him, nor did you intentionally mean for it to happen from the start, but rather have a simple conversation with him.
"If your not planning to, then I will-"
And just like that he smashed his lips against yours, making your eyes widen in surprise. You didn't react in the same way, but pushed his shoulders back, making his lips detach from yours. All you both did was stare into each other's eyes, letting the heavy breathing be the only sort of sound coming from either of you...
