cops and robbers │ oliver aiku

The indomitable y/n

Y/n needed a drink. A strong one. Her heels clacked neatly against the concrete pavement in the streets of Tokyo as she made her way to her favourite bar, 'The Red Panther'. It was raining, and the clouds hovered against the moon, giving the illusion of emptiness in the sky. The watch on her wrist told y/n that it was 10:36. Good. She neared the corner where the bar sat prettily, inconspicuous against the nightlife of the city.

The door swung open, and a bell signalled Y/n's arrival. The bar wasn't too busy, and there were a few groups of people talking amongst themselves. She made her way straight to the counter, sitting down on one of the stools immediately. No one else was sat at the counter. A sigh of relief escaped her as she took off her blazer, resting it on top of the bag placed on the seat next to her. As she loosened her tie and unbuttoned the first two buttons of her shirt, a low chuckle escaped the bartender opposite her.

"If it isn't the indomitable Y/n. Don't go taking off all your clothes just yet."

"Shut up, Kunigami. Give me a dry martini, will you?"

"Coming right up, ma'am." He laughed, placing the glass he had just been polishing down on the counter. 

"So, trouble in paradise?" The ginger asked over his shoulder while he made her drink.

"Work problems," Y/n sighed. "It's all hectic, y'know, with all the recent developments in intelligence. I've been tasked with quite a hefty assignment this time."

"Well, a drink should help," Kunigami replied, handing her drink.

"Sure it does," she laughed. "You're just trying to get me to pay the light bills for your bar with a few drinks. Don't worry, I'm planning on getting drunk tonight. Your business will be fine as long as I'm around." Y/n drank from her glass all in one go, barely wincing.

"Why thank you, Miss Y/n. You should be named the patron of this pub."

Y/n handed Kunigami her empty glass. "A beer this time, please."

Again, he turned around to get a pint glass for her. After putting her drink on the table, he rested his forearms on the counter, leaning over closer to Y/n.

"You getting your husband to pick you up once you're drunk?"

"Nope, two of my colleagues should be coming soon. One of them doesn't drink. Michael's at his mum's house cuz he's a pissbaby who can't say sorry."

Y/n sighed deeply, staring at the drink in her hand.

"What was your fight about this time, huh?" Kunigami asked gently. 

Y/n seemed to hesitate for a moment before answering. 

"It's a build up of all the little things, I guess. Like how he's always busy, but he'll never tell me what he's so busy with. Or how he never listens when I need to tell him something and never tries to understand why I'm upset? And then we'll have a massive fight, and he'll storm out of the house. But then the next day he comes back with flowers and a new handbag or something, begging for my forgiveness." Y/n groaned frustratedly and downed her glass of beer. "The biggest problem is that he never explicitly apologises, like he doesn't know what he's actually done wrong. So this time, I kicked him out and told him not to come back until he had a 5-page apology written."

Kunigami laughed loudly, a pleasantly deep sound that cheered Y/n up slightly.

"Good job, Y/n." He patted her head carefully to not mess up her hair. "You did the right thing."

She smiled at him. He was about to say something else before someone spoke up behind her. 

"Another beer for the lovely lady, and one for me, please." The mystery person said. Judging by the voice, they were probably a man. 

Immediately, Kunigami became professional; any trace of familiarity was gone. "Of course, sir."

The man sat down beside y/n, smiling gently at her. He was gorgeous. Obviously well acquainted with the idea of picking up women. He wore a suit and watch, rivalling y/n in expensive looks. But what stood out the most to her were his eyes. One was an emerald green, and the other was amethyst purple. Both beautiful by themselves, but put together, made the man look like a work of art, and a well-built one at that. His crisp white shirt and dress pants hugged his body in a way that was clearly fitted, showing off his strong frame.

"Thanks," Y/n spoke.

The man turned to look at her directly in the eyes, before responding, "My pleasure."

"How come a beautiful woman like you is here alone?" He asked. "Trouble with a boyfriend?"

"Husband." She replied, and smiled back at him. She didn't mind a bit of harmless flirting. Y/n knew Michael did the same thing often.

"You wanna forget about him for tonight? I'll make you feel better than he ever could." He smirked.

Playing along, Y/n responded, "A married woman doesn't scare you off? You must be desperate."

"The only thing I'm desperate for is some of your time. And being married makes it all the more exciting."

Y/n's eyebrows quirked up slightly, as his retort amused her. Resting her head in her hand, she looked at him lazily, her eyes blatantly checking him out. 

"Exciting, huh? I wouldn't mind a bit of excitement from time to time."

"Shall we get out of here then? I can call a taxi and-"

Before he could continue, she placed her finger on his lip.

"Not so fast. I've made a promise today to drink with some of my colleagues, and I'm afraid I can't leave them hanging."

Rather roughly, two drinks were placed in front of him before he could respond.

"Your drinks, sir." Kunigami said coldly.

"Thanks." The man answered, slightly confused by the hostility of the bartender.

"Kunigami, don't be so stiff. You know what Michael's like. He won't care." Y/n chuckled.

A ring of the bell signalled a few more people had entered the bar.

"I hope we haven't made Y/n wait too long..." It was a voice she recognised.

"It seems my colleagues have arrived. Give me your hand." She demanded. "Also, I'll drink both beers, thanks."

Without question, he immediately placed his hand in hers, and she pulled out a pen from nowhere and quickly scribbled something on it. Then she slightly pushed him out of his seat and shooed him off, before two men came into her view. She sent him a smirk, which he returned, and the mystery man made his way out of the bar. 

He had been so enraptured by her that he'd forgotten to ask for her name.