One last chance

Things returned to normal [M]

-This chapter contains mature context. If you feel uncomfortable, please don't read it-

“Aaaahhh… I didn’t know hot springs would be so relaxing… Maybe I am indeed working too hard for my liking… But again, I really enjoy it…Otherwise, I would do something else less tiring”, the curly haired man whispered in thin air with a roll of the head backwards, his arms behind him touching the edge of the spring, hot droplets of water running his forehead and stopping on the firm collarbone.

Kirishima had a wide smile on his beautiful features he didn’t know was capable of having it after so many incidents. Since the fating meeting with a specific person, his mood was always dull or slightly sad the last two weeks that even his subordinates get in their way to reserve a private luxury hot spring just outside Sawara.

He was going to thank them with a big diner in the restaurant he wanted to go back then accompanied by the charming chief editor of Shonjo manga department Hakamara Mizuki, that’s for sure, but right now, his mind will drift to the water hugging his stiff body from head to toe.

"Perhaps I will bring Hiyo next time I come. Or perhaps have an amazing date with my -", his train of thoughts stopped from a knock on the Shoji of his private springs, making him turn his head to that direction so fast he was certain a crack was heard even from outside. He was going to answer, telling the person outside it was occupied, but the doors opened without his permission, making him see who was in eyes so wide that the eyeballs were going to pop out.

Five men dressed in police uniform entered the room, holding either a gun pistol or a phone in the speaker, the voice from the other line giving directions of what to do.

“We apologize for the interruption but we have an order from our superior that- Oh, Kirishima-san, I wouldn’t expect you to be here”, the young man finished the sentence with somewhat chirped voice to the chief editor.

He didn’t know all the citizens in Sawara since he was new here and also hadn’t the free time to explore its good within two months of being in the small village, but everyone knew him of his famous works in and out of Tokyo and of course of the upcoming film in which his right hand was the editor.

The black haired young man bowed his head deeply, his hands on his sides, and the others behind following the gesture while continuing apologizing for that move, a sight that made the dashing father raise his hand to stop the gesture lazily but at the same time with a grace that matched his magnetic calm smile.

“Please, not such formalities in me. Besides, you’ve come to this place for business if i’m guessing right”

“Uuuhhh… You can’t imagine Kirishima-san. Now if you excuse us, we have to go to the room next yours”, and by the time he finished talking, he raised his hand with the phone, informing the caller that they are taking actions. When he ended the call, he raised his hand, motioning to the men behind him to get closer to the Shoji quietly, their feet caressing gently the wooden floor so no movements were meant to be heard.

The path to the door became shorter and shorter until there was a gap only a finger could fit between them, the leader of the team with his hand still up lowering it fast, indicating the others to remove the obstacle in seconds that caused a quick turn of head from the party of the other room.

“Police! Katsumo Hirosaga, you are under arrest for 10 deaths, caused by 3 car accidents in a period of 12 years! You have the right to remain silent till we arrive at the station!”