-In 2023, not all parents hold their children to traditional standards for love and marriage, but modern lifestyles are still not always accepted. Especially not when your younger sibling is getting married first and your parents are practically jum...
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"I'm ready to do this," you nod to Hinata.
"Are you sure?" he asks.
"Yeah," you reply. "But let me just call in sick to work for tomorrow just in case this rolls into tomorrow."
"Sure thing," he hums. "Pass me Fuyuko's phone and I'll start going through it."
"Okay," you agree. After handing him the phone, you use yours to call in sick for Monday. Thankfully, you're a college professor so nobody puts up too much of a fight when their teacher cancels class.
"Shit, it's password blocked," Hinata remarks just as you're about to send your email out.
"Uh, try birthdays. Sawamura's is December thirty-first. But I doubt it'll be that," you explain as you begin to start your email.
"That's not it," he shakes his head. "What's Fuyuko's birthday?"
"Uh, I think it's August first."
Hinata nods before typing it in. However, the passcode still doesn't work.
"No dice," he shakes his head. "What else could it be?"
The two of you lock eyes at the same time, realizing what it probably is. So, luckily, you don't need to explain when you say Adam's birthday. "September seventh."
You watch curiously as Hinata types it into the phone. Not to your surprise, it works. Of course, you think in your head before going back to your email.
Once you finish, you look over at Hinata who has been texting with Adam for the past five minutes.
"What's he talking about?" you ask as you lean up against Hinata's arm.
"I told him the truth about what happened, except I said I'm going to escape from the hospital. I told him I wanted to meet up at his house. You know where that is, right?" he asks, looking over at you.
"Yeah," you nod as you reach for your seatbelt. "I've even got the keys. I'll show you the way."
Hinata nods and puts the car in drive, ready to take off down the street. While he does, you continue to look through Fuyuko's camera roll. You see a whole bunch of pictures of her with Adam and others with Sawamura. It hurts you so badly to know how your brother must feel. He truly loved her, unlike what happened to you with Adam. You can't really blame him for acting so crazy, either.
"Y/N!" Hinata calls out to you, pulling you out of your thoughts. "Are you okay? I just called your name like five times without you even noticing."
"I'm sorry, Shoyo," you shake your head as you snap yourself out of your trance. "What were you going to say?"
"I was just thinking that this might be some kind of trap. I mean, he probably knows you have keys to the house. Is this really a good idea?" he grumbles. "I should've asked you before I initiated anything."
"No, no, it's fine. I probably would have done the same," you assure him. "It's a good plan. I can't even think of anything else we can do to trap him in one place."
"About that..." he mutters.
"What?" you ask, scrunching your eyebrows together curiously. "You have a backup plan?"
"Not really... but if you open the glove box..." he mutters, unsure of himself.
Curiosity gets the better of you as you reach in front of your seat and let down the compartment. Surprisingly, before you, sits a silver pistol. In another life, you'd probably freak out, but at this point, you're not very surprised.
"You took it from Fuyuko's house?" you ask as you pick it up the pistol and press the cylinder release. "Three shots," you hum before closing the cylinder again.
"I think we should bring it with us, don't you think?" he asks, looking over at you.
"Normally I'd say no but in this situation, it probably is out safest option," you nod as you think over the words falling from your lips. "Shoyo, what if he's got one?"
"You raided the place, didn't you?" he asks. "I think you would've found one if he did."
"What if he got one after that?" you continue as your heart starts to pound.
"Calm down," he replies level headed as he reaches his hand to your thigh. "We've got this."
When you finally arrive outside Adam's place, you approach his door and knock. You then grab onto Hinata's hand, gripping tightly as you await an answer on the other side.
When the door opens a moment later, you come face to face with your husband. "Shit," he groans when he sees the two of you on the other side.
"I wouldn't think about moving," you advise as you grab onto the outside of your pocket and show Adam the outline of the pistol, just enough for him to get the point.
The two of you then step forward, allowing yourself inside. You then toss Adam the house keys as Hinata shuts the door behind you.
"Guess I won't be needing these anymore," you smile as he catches them. "So you can have them back."
"What the fuck do you freaks want from me? You want a divorce so you can hook up with this asshole, huh? Fine, I'll sign the papers but put that fucking thing away."
"Why should we?" you ask. "It's Fuyuko's anyway. You know, I wonder what it'd look like if the cops found you in here dead with her prints all over the gun. I haven't touched it with my bare hands at all yet," you grin.
"So tell us how this is going to go down, Mr. Takahashi or, dare I say, Mr. Lee."
"How'd you losers find that-"
"Oh did you forget that Sawamura's a detective? And my mom was, too. That means that even though my poor brother is in the hospital, we weren't left defenseless. Thanks to one of Shoyo and Sawamura's friends, we learned all about your previous names and aliases. So, as he was saying, are we doing this the easy way or the hard way, hm?" you smile at him. "You wouldn't want poor Fuyuko to be charged with a seventh murder, would you?"
"God dammit," Adam groans as his body posture relaxes. "I'd rather rot in jail than die. At least I'd get a chance to escape."
"Yeah, keep dreamin', kid," Shoyo scoffs as he grabs Adam's hands and holds him by his wrists behind his back. "Come on, Y/N, let's take this dumbass down to the station."
"Don't make any sudden moves now, Adam," you hum as you make your way toward the door. "The gun in my pocket isn't going anywhere until you're behind bars. Move."
