90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟙𝟜 - I Hope You Got What You Wanted. ♠️

˜*°•.Chapter Warning.•°*˜

References to murder.
One-sided love.

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The office doors slammed open, shaking the room as Shuichi stormed up to his boss's desk and slammed his fists onto the dark wooden furniture. "Give me the case file," he demanded, a murderous glint in his eyes.

"You can't look at it Saihara, you know this," Kirigiri sighed. "It's a conflict of interest."

"I'm not asking for it, I'm telling you to give it to me," Shuichi frowned. His glare never broke from the lilac-haired woman before him.

"I could fire you for this Saihara, mind your tone," Kirigiri replied.

"Why did no one tell me?" Shuichi whispered, his vision blurring as tears burned his golden eyes. "I should've known immediately, why did no one tell me?"

"I've granted you bereavement leave Saihara, please go home," Kirigiri muttered. She turned her attention away from the male and began typing on her laptop.

"No. Not until I find out what exactly happened. I deserve to know!" Shuichi huffed, slamming his fist against the desk again.

"You do, I admit that, but I'm not permitted to tell you. If the police are hiding information, there's a reason. I expect you to know this better than anyone."

Shuichi rolled his eyes, throwing his hands into the air as tears dripped down his cheeks. As he paced the room whilst chewing his thumbnail, Shuichi noticed Kirigiri entering a cabinet underneath her desk. She slipped a manilla folder over her desk and tapped it, smirking at her employee. Approaching his boss, Shuichi glanced at the file to see a familiar name written on it. 'Amami Rantaro'.

Grabbing the file, Shuichi smiled and wiped his tears. "Thank you Kirigiri."

"Giving you time off after this incident is the least I could do," Kirigiri winked. Ah, always the amazing, cautious detective.

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Shuichi's face remained emotionless as he stared at the male sitting across from him, smirking. The jail whisked a freezing breeze around them as the two continued to sit in silence before Shuichi broke it. "I know what you did Ouma."

Ouma scoffed from the other side of the glass barrier, inspecting his nails. "I'm innocent, for fuck's sake. Can everyone stop assuming I've killed him?!"

"I've had your case for months. I went over all of the evidence multiple times, I've done nothing but stare at the papers to find Rantaro's murderer," Shuichi explained. "Everything points to you, including the fingerprints found on the scene."

"I'm being framed, dumbass," Ouma sighed and rolled his eyes. "Why would I kill Amami? Listen Shuichi, we're best friends! You know I'd never kill someone!" Leaning forward in his chair, Ouma stared into Shuichi's eyes.

"As ex-best friends, I know when you're lying. You may be an amazing manipulator and liar, but I'm a detective, I'm trained to uncover this stuff. Also, you have no right to call me by my first name anymore," Shuichi spat. "There's no friendship between us, there never will be again." The two kept their eyes locked on each other's, refusing to lose against the other. "Tell me why you did it."

Ouma's lips twisted into a smirk that caused shivers to run down Shuichi's back, although he refused to surrender. "Fine, I did do it. Are you sure you wanna know why?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side. Something seemed off about the purplette, almost as if he'd been broken down to ashes.

"That's why I fucking asked, isn't it?" Shuichi snarled.

Ouma huffed and leaned back in his seat, flipping one leg over his other. "I love you Shuichi and deep down, I know you love me too." Shuichi's eyes widened briefly before he gathered his composure. "Ever since you began dating Amami, I could tell we had a stronger connection. You love me more than you loved Amami and now nothing is stopping us from being together!"

"You're fucking sick," Shuichi scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms, leaning back in his uncomfortable, plastic chair. "I hope you got what you wanted." His thoughts swirled inside his mind, creating a storm of emotions as he processed the information from the other.

Ouma shrugged and returned to investigating his nails. "Whatever, it's not like I'll be here for long. Soon I'll have everything, including you. My family will stand by me."

"Speaking of which, I have a gift for you," Shuichi grinned. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a photograph, his grin growing more malicious with each passing second. Shuichi slid the image across the bench between them through a hole in the glass. Ouma scoffed and stared at the image, his face falling through despair and rage as he flicked his purple eyes between the image and Shuichi's grinning expression.

The image revealed Ouma's sister, Kaho, dead on the floor. Shuichi hadn't murdered her, Kaho was a sweet woman who he cared for but her boyfriend murdered her a day prior. Ouma didn't need to know the details though, only adding to Shuichi's sweet treat of revenge. "What the fuck did you do?!"

"I have no clue what you're talking about. I'm innocent Ouma, as my best friend, you should know that," Shuichi smirked. 

Ouma's face hardened as his eyes glazed over, the male smoking from rage. "You sick mother fucker! How could you?!" He screamed, jumping up from his chair and bashing his fists on the glass barrier between them. Grabbing his chair, Ouma picked it up and threw it at the glass, the furniture bouncing off as the glass rattled in its position. Jail guards raced forward and subdued the male, threatening to tase him if he didn't relax.

"Sir, it's best you leave." Shuichi nodded as he stood, ready to be escorted from the premises.

"You love me Shuichi, you can't deny it! I can forgive you for this if you forgive me!" Ouma begged as Shuichi took a step away from the purplette. He turned one last time and glared at Ouma, who continued to struggle against the guards.

"I don't love you, I don't even like you in the slightest. You're nothing to me other than my boyfriend's murderer. Goodbye Ouma." Having the final word, Shuichi turned and followed the guard out of the visiting room of the jail, listening to Ouma's screams fade away.

Tears poured from Shuichi's eyes as he hurried to wipe them away. He'd lost his boyfriend of two years, murdered by his best friend of fifteen years. Even though Ouma wasn't dead, Shuichi imagined him as such after the crime he'd committed.