Prisoner's Conviction (Yandere Detective x Reader x Yandere Heirs)

Chapter 40: Was It Always This Easy To Seduce Idiots?

The moment the (h/c) haired girl had escaped the ballroom, she had rushed off to the living room to scour for what Shota claimed was a huge chunk of her past. However, in the middle of her running, she had practically fallen face-first as a familiar face scared the living daylights out of her. The yelp she had let out and the catastrophic kerfuffle she'd caused by falling had only added to the level of embarrassment surrounding her.

"Even children know not to run in the hallway...," the green-haired male murmured stiffly, averting his eyes from the girl.

Frozen solid from shame, (Y/n) became paralyzed. Remaining on the floor, she only rolled her head to the side to let her cheek press against the hardwood. Groaning, she attracted the gaze of the very confused and off-put male. Still stiff, his shoulders only caved in further, showcasing his desire to be anywhere but beside the strange young lady who - at the moment - was excelling at impersonating a goat playing dead.

For a while, he wondered if staying silent would work in his favor. He even attempted to back away out of the room, but why had she stared at him while he did so? Utterly befuddled, he paused once more, looking left and right to make sure no one would accidentally stumble upon the odd scene. No doubt he would get blamed for something odd. He could already imagine the long line of people in the ballroom that would have loved to make up a story about how he had drugged her or something.

"Would you...get up...?" he stuttered, head spinning again and again, "J-J-Just...pick yourself up...T-This...sight...is very uncomfortable."

The younger girl would have gladly done so, but her mischievous side wanted her to continue tugging at his strings. However, he was right. It was definitely a strange scene even when she knew the whole story. As such, she promptly got to her feet and dusted off her dress before giving a smirk to the green-haired male. Understandably, he gave a wary look, scowling and crossing his arms over his chest. In response, she could only snicker at it, placing her hands behind her back before exploring the room.

"Oh...come to look at the trophies? Narcissist."

"I am nothing of the sort, but I am flattered at my new nickname, Ri-Ri."

Embarrassed, the male practically glued himself to the corner of the living room, putting some respectable distance between them. To the (h/c) haired girl, on the other hand, she had discovered something wonderful. Not only did she know of his fondness for coffee, but she also figured out a button she could press. And what a wonderful button it was. It would completely kill all of his snarky comments and make him as docile as a little lamb.

"Aren't you cute?" she questioned, watching him light up like a beet.

He remained silent, hoping she wouldn't spread the nickname around. In doing so, he was granted the view of a very focused glance from the younger girl. She looked at the trophies with great curiosity, even opening the case to pick them up. Though he knew little of why she would want to inspect her winnings so closely during the time when she should be dancing with her fiancee, he felt antsy about it. Tapping his foot on the ground, he checked his watch, wondering how long she would be going about her examination.

It was to his surprise, though, that she took more interest in the picture of her younger self, framed carefully. She lifted it off the wall and held it in her hands, studying it with great scrutiny as well. Her expression, however, was more confused than it had been with the trophies. It was as if she had never seen the thing. Tilting his head, he hummed, quite drawn in by her usual inquisitive nature.

"So...you just wanted to take a jog down memory lane? In the middle of a party?"

"Yep."

Confused by her sudden affirmation, the male regressed again. She always managed to catch him off guard but, still, he tried to put it right back up again as if it could stop his confusion over her words and actions. Though soon enough, mostly out of impatience, he found his feet moving forward, only stopping when he was able to glance at the picture as well. Peeking over her shoulder, he noted the slightly younger form of the girl in front of him.