One count of Grand Larceny. Two counts of vandalism of federal property. How does the defendant plead?
But before you could even attempt to utter the words, not guilty, you were already behind bars.
"What are you in for?" Your cellmate's accent was thick, broken, but enough for you to understand them.
You couldn't speak the native language very well, but the word you did know how to say was, "Bullshit."
I'm in here for bullshit.
The only thing you were guilty of was giving that old geezer the night of his life—and then stealing from his personal safe.
Your only mistake was thinking you wouldn't get caught. However, the man was a "dignified" government official after all.
Having a little fun, high off your mind, and now you face life in prison in a foreign country. That sure kills the vibe.
"She has broken several laws."
"She is a fugitive. I am here to take her back and charge her in her home country."
The arguing woke you from your good night's sleep on the steel mattress.
"Very well, detective, but I expect her to be punished by the fullest extent of the law."
Walking out of the unlocked jail cell, you are faced with a familiar face. The piercing snake eyes filled disappointment and anger.
"Are the handcuffs really necessary?" You complain as he drives you away from the prison.
"Stop talking." He huffs. "What the fuck were you thinking, Y/N?"
His eye color was a pale, almost dull green color. Except for when it's riddled with emotion, they almost glow an emerald color.
The last time you saw him, the day he went away to the police academy. "Stay out of trouble," he stated. Which you most definitely did not listen to.
He's always been taller than you and lanky. But as you examine his posture and stature as he uncuffs you, his wrinkly suit hugs his body rather perfectly.
He's all grown up. He's a detective now.
"It's nice to see you, Suguru." You sincerely say, regardless if he was angry with you, you missed him.
After the long-winded lecture, he explained how he managed to find you. The person you stole from was a person of interest in Suguru's case. He's been working closely with the FBI and Interpol, trying to get this person behind bars but hasn't been able to find substantial evidence.
"Something like financial records, would that do?" You casually ask.
Olive-colored eyes turn a bright lime color, "You stole financial records?!" His tone is confusing, sounding both angry, and surprised, trying to mask the subtle joy.
"I was in it for the sparkly jewelry. Papers looked important, so I stole 'em too." You shrug.
His thumb and index finger squeeze the bride bridge of his nose, stressfully and silently thinking, Y/N, you're fucking insane.
In your defense, you didn't know what they were when you stole them, but seeing that the documents weren't mentioned in your hearing, they must be important...and illegal.
Regardless of his badge, you trusted Suguru. Which is why you gave him the documents.
"Why'd you come here of all places?" Suguru asked you. After helping him with his arrest, you were rewarded with food.
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Undisclosed Desires
Fanfiction"What's that over there?" She curiously asks. "How do you not know? It's literally the most famous restaurant in town." From a distance, she can see the glass building with glistening chandeliers, and the golden cursive sign spelling out the name...
