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

Chapter 52: Liar, Liar

(Y/n) wasn't entirely surprised that Ryota chose to ignore her. She had taken a kiss from him, after all, and no doubt he was entirely unprepared for it. In all honesty, her timing wasn't the greatest, making her blush in embarrassment as she stared out the plane window. But, she was at a loss for what to do. Despite all of her earnest attempts to completely seduce the male, he was far too dense to get her interest in him through his thick skull. That's why she had to take drastic actions. Still, when the male dropped her off at the Yasojiro mansion, she found herself at a loss for what to say.

"So...goodbye, then?"

Ryota didn't reply. He tried to play it off like he didn't hear her in the first place but, just like Hotaka, he was hopeless when it came to lying. The poor thing had it written all over his face that he was completely bewildered, and it was all her fault, too. Sighing, she thanked him for the ride before watching the car drive off the moment she walked through the front door. To little surprise, she found the red-haired male standing there.

He, as well, couldn't find the words to say anything. Though he was clearly frustrated with her actions, reaching out his hand to make some form of contact with her, he shied away all the same. Trying to control himself, he calmed down as best as he could, probably for the sake of Nami, too, who was hiding around the corner of the hallway, watching. Regardless, as he began to speak, his voice was gentle and filled with regret for a reason she didn't quite know. And as his features were twisted in genuine concern, she listened wholeheartedly.

"You didn't...tell me you wouldn't be back. Did I - "

"It was my choice to go to Vethela. A favor was asked of me. I called Okura. Didn't he tell you?"

"Yes, but...!" the male lowered his voice, realizing his emotions were getting out of hand, "Why...Why hadn't you called me directly? A-And you came back later than I was informed."

"I'm sorry. I probably should have called you, but I thought of Okura first."

Shota couldn't fight back his emotions as well as he thought he could. In fact, though he had been doing everything in his power to try and tame himself, it seemed hopeless. Spilling over the glass that was his heart, he was unable to suppress his nasty habit of biting down on his thumb. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to breathe in and out slowly to calm himself. But it wasn't working, and in his sole focus on containing his emotions, something slipped out that shouldn't have.

"Then you should have...I would have liked it if you called me after the Otsu - " he covered his mouth immediately, giving a regretful gaze, "I meant..."

"You said you would get rid of the bodyguards! Are you seriously spying on me again?"

"I-I...I just..."

"How much longer are you going to lie to me?! Do you think I'm an idiot?! Or that you can control me and dispose of me whenever you want?! What else are you hiding from me?!"

At once, (Y/n) froze in place as she felt something attach itself to her leg. A teary-eyed Nami gazed up at her with a quivering lip, unable to take seeing the two argue again. It was like they were water and oil, never able to blend together. But she knew her brother loved her like no one he had ever loved before, so, if somehow, someway, she could help him, she would do anything. So she shivered and pled, ugly tears running down her face as she begged for another chance.

"P-Please...don't hate Sho. He's trying! He's trying really hard!"

"Nami, stop," her older brother frowned, kneeling down to her before hugging her tightly, "This is my fault, so you shouldn't - "

"You...i-idiot! I just want us to be happy!"

The red-haired male frowned even more, tucking his sister's head into his neck before picking her up. Though she wept loudly in his ear, he didn't mind it. Instead, he pet the back of her head, apologizing and telling her he loved her over and over again. He proceeded to do so until she ran out of energy and fell asleep on him, her grip on his shirt becoming loose as she faded away into her dreams.