The Mandela catalog! [My OC au! from Taro'sperspective]

Don't be stupid

Suddenly the phone close to Taro started ringing. Taro jumped, startled. "Aren't you gonna pick it up? Your phone is ringing" Thatcher said, curious. Taro picked up the phone. "Hello?.." he said cautiously. "Hello, you are Taro, correct?" The person on the phone said. "Yes" Taro replied nervously. "This is Sage. I need to see you in my office." The voice over the phone said. "Okay..". Taro hung up and got up out of his seat. He knew Thatcher knew and there was no getting out of this one. Taro walked to Sages office, almost tripping on his shoe on the way, Thatcher close behind him. Before Taro knew, he was at Sages office. "Hello Taro and Thatcher",
Taro's knees went weak. Was he about to be fired? "Hello, Sage." Thatcher said, clenching his teeth and glaring at Taro. Taro could tell Thatcher was pissed at him. Taro never understood why Thatcher was so against him joining the MCPD. "I'll make this quick," Sage said casually "Because you are new to the MCPD, you will be partnered with Thatcher Davis, don't worry though after a few months you can be on your own."
Taro looked up at Thatcher, and then back down to his feet "Okay", Taro said, a look of anxiety taking over his face. Thatcher looked annoyed at the very concept of Taro being partnered with him. "You can go now", Sage said, ignoring the tense feeling in the room. Taro left their office, and went back to his. All he could think was "Thatcher is going to hate me". He sat down in his chair, restless. "Taro" Thatcher said. Taro didn't respond. "Taro." Thatcher said in a bit more of an annoyed tone. "Stop ignoring me, Kid. I have a case and because you were partnered with me, you have to come with me." He sounded angerly calm. "Okay" was all Taro could get out. Thatcher walked out to the MCPD branded car. Taro followed closely behind Thatcher. They both got in the car, Thatcher getting more annoying by the moment. "I'm sorry, I didn't know" Taro said nervously. "You didn't know what Taro? You were joining one of the most dangerous parts of the fbi?" Thatcher said this in an almost yelling tone. "I didn't think it'd piss you off so much." Taro said looking at Thatcher, while becoming more annoyed with his anger. Thatcher reached for the volume up button on the car radio, and slammed his finger into it repeatedly until Taro covered his ears. After that, he slightly lowered the volume and began to drive. Thatcher and Taro were both silent, Taro looking out the window, holding his tongue while Thatcher drove. As soon as they arrived, Taro and Thatcher got out of the car. Taro immediately approached the house "Get back here Taro, Stay behind me!" Thatcher yelled. Taro ignored him, seemingly more interested in the case than listening to Thatcher. He knocked on the door. "Taro!" Thatcher yelled, this time he was louder. Taro finally walked back to Thatcher. "Stay in the car" Thatcher instructed. "No, I'm going in whether you want me to or not" Taro insisted. "...fine, but stay behind me." Thatcher said, trying to compromise with Taro’s stubbornness. They walked towards the house. Thatcher knocked on the door, receiving no response. “MCPD we need to talk to you” Thatcher said, quite annoyed. He again got no response.  “I’m going to break down this fucking door, open up!” Thatcher angrily yelled. No response. “Fuck it”, Taro kicked the door down. “You were supposed to stay behind me, Taro.” Thatcher said, gritting his teeth. Taro didn’t reply, instead, he started investigating, going ahead of Thatcher. “Taro, get back here!” Thatcher said even more annoyed. “Theres noise coming from the basement” Taro said. “Don’t go down there!” Thatcher said. But it was too late, he was already walking down the stairs. “It’s probably just some mice making that noise, come back upstairs.” Thatcher spoke with a new type of worry in his voice. “You’re right, it is just mice making that noise. But theres gotta be a reason why they're there. If anyone lived here which it looks like they did, I’m sure the mice wouldn’t be running so freely.” Taro said, trying to explain.  “...Get out of the basement.” Thatcher said, his voice growing more displeased with each word. Taro looked in another room, ignoring Thatcher. “Oh, theres a dead body… and an alternate..” Taro said with a look of fascination on his face as he walked back to Thatcher. “This is dangerous, we’re leaving” Thatcher said this while running back outside to the car, Taro following him. When they both got into the car, Thatcher was seething. Taro could tell he was angry, he wasn’t talking. “Taro, What the hell is wrong with you?!” Thatcher angrily said almost yelling. “There’s nothing wrong with me, I was just investigating. Not my fault you’re a pussy.” Taro replied in a calm tone. “DON’T FUCKING CALL ME A PUSSY. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO STAY BEHIND ME, YOU WERE BEING RECKLESS. YOU COULD HAVE DIED. THEN I WOULD HAVE TO EXPLAIN TO CESAR THAT THE CHILD HE CARED ABOUT SO MUCH ALL OF HIS LIFE HAD DIED IN A STUPID ACCIDENT.” Thatcher yelled furiously, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he spoke. Taro looked at Thatcher  “...Reckless? You wanted me to stay behind you like a fucking child. What if something happened to you? Everyone keeps treating me like a child. I’m not a fucking child! I don’t need you to tell me that I’m being reckless, I fucking know! Everytime I do something, I know! I understand the consequences and I don’t care. I’m tired of people treating me like I’m just some stupid kid, I’m an adult and I can think for myself.” He said this while angrily laughing, almost seeming manic. “I don’t give a damn what happens to me at this point. You are my responsibility, and if something happens to you that's on me. You look like a child, and your lack of regaurd for your own safety doesn’t help your case. I’m the one who will have to explain to Cesar how his son died.” Thatcher said this in a somewhat calmer tone.
“Why do you even-” Taro was cut off by Thatcher. “Stop being so reckless. You seem to lack a sense of danger, and thats great if you wanna get fucking KILLED” Taro silently turned his head to face the window, putting his headphones on. Taro didn’t like being cut off. A few minutes went by, Thatcher was stopped at a red light. “Hey kid,” He paused, realizing Taro was wearing his headphones and listening to his music. Thatcher waved his hand in front of Taro’s face, getting his attention. Taro looked at it, and then looked away. Thatcher sighed, and reached for his phone. He felt a hand light smack his hand away from his phone, it was Taro’s hand. “Don’t get on your phone and drive.” Taro said this, almost concerned. He took off his headphones. Thatcher looked shocked that Taro actually smacked his hand, even though he didn’t do it hard. “Kid, ya know I wasn’t actually gonna get on my phone, right? I only reached for it to get your attention. It worked but ya didn’t have to smack me.” Thatcher said, probably trying to get Taro to forget about the argument. “...” Taro didn’t respond, he just looked at Thatcher. “..We’re almost back to the station.” He said this, relieved. Maybe when they aren’t in the same space Taro and Thatcher will have had time to cool off. Thatcher hated the awkward silence.