❤︎︎Wanted as a criminal❤︎︎ {KazuScara}

Chapter 10. Forgive and Forget

{Scaramouche}

{Hey, Kaedehara. Wanna like, go hang out in the centre of Tokyo later today?}

I hear my phone bing with a message. I look up from the floor and slightly smile at the sight of a message from Scaramouche. I pick up my phone and quickly message him back.

{Kaedehara Kazuha}

{You, want to hang out with me? Quite a pleasure if I do say so myself. Also, didn't think you'd have the balls to ask me if we should hang out.}

I set my phone back down and look up from the ground and around at the police station I was at. I was brought here after I called 119(Japan's emergency number) and had the police and ambulance arrive at my house.

After some time, my phone buzzed again with yet another message.

{Scaramouche}

{Shut it, Kaedehara. You don't have a choice anyways. Be at the studio before 10 am today.}

I smile at his text and shove my phone into my pocket. I quickly make my way out of the police station before already making my way to the studio so I can be there at least five minutes early.

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"You're early? Huh... guess I scared you enough into caring about not being late." Scaramouche said to me as he stopped leaning against the wall of the studio.

I grinned and looked the young man up and down. He was wearing black jeans and once again, my purple hoodie, which actually quite nicely contrasted with his eyes and hair and how sharp he had done his red eyeliner today. So sharp that it could cut me.

"Guess you did." I answered Scaramouche. He looked me up and down as well before rolling his eyes and began walking off, making me quickly follow along.

We walk for a while before I feel bold enough and my hand gently touches his, making him pull his hand away. I sigh and look down before feeling Scaramouches eyes on my, staring me down.

In the corner of my eyes, I see him adjusting his face mask before his hand moves closer to mine and he holds my hand very carefully. I feel myself grin and at that moment I'm thankful I have a mask covering my face and that Scaramouche can't see the stupidest wide smile on my face.

After some time of walking, we finally begin to talk. First it's like: 'How are you doing?' Or 'Why did you want to hang out?', but soon our small talk becomes a full conversation. And in this conversation is the first time I ever hear Scaramouche let out a genuine laugh.

"Woah... Scaramouche?" I look at him with surprise in my eyes and he immediately lets go of my hand and stops walking.
"S-shut it! You shouldn't be questioning me! You should be praising me for laughing in front of such a lowly level like you." He says.

My smile gets even bigger and I feel my cockiness rise up quite a bit, "Mhm..." I nod and yank Scaramouches hand back into mine, this time weaving my fingers with his, "Stop being so ignorant... I don't care how famous you appear to be."

My words seem to catch him off guard and he goes quiet, doesn't say a single word to me or anyone. So now we were back to walking in complete silence.

After a while though, Scaramouche spoke up, "Don't think that just because I asked to hang out with you, means I like you enough to consider you my friend."

"Yeah yeah, I get it Mr. Cool guy." I say while rolling my eyes playfully, making Scaramouche look at me with narrowed eyes.
"I'm serious!" He yells quietly, "I don't like you as much as you might think!"

His words make me laugh and I squeeze his hand softly, "Calm down," I whisper, making him go quiet once more.

We walk and walk until I see a Yarbucks nearing us and it's right along our path. I yank Scaramouche inside and lean closer to him so he can hear me, "I'll get you anything you want, it's on me."

Scaramouche seems to look around the Yarbucks for a moment before sighing and going up to the counter. We both order and I quickly pay. After we get our food and drinks, I pull Scaramouche up onto the second floor before sitting down at one of the tables.

I look at Scaramouche and see him looking at me. I take my mask off and he follows along. When he does this, I can't help but stare at his face features for a moment before chuckling and taking a sip of my drink.

"What?" Scaramouche asks, referring to my chuckling, "Do I have something on my face? Why are you laughing so much?"

I laugh softly and rub Scaramouches hand that was on the table, "It's nothing. Don't worry."

He eyes me up and down. After some time, our conversations begin to revert back to the fun one we were having before. This time, Scaramouche laughed freely and we had quite a fun time together for once in our lives.

When we leave the Yarbucks and begin making our way to the studio, Me and Scaramouche hold hands automatically without thinking about it while also talking like we're friends and all.

We finally get to the studio and Scaramouche's driver was here to pick him up. He hopped inside the car and looked at me for a moment before smiling lightly and his driver drove him away to his destination.

I stood there, watching the car drive away as I could hear sirens out in the distance. This whole time I realized I completely forgot about my dead mother.

"It was like Scaramouche completely erased that memory from my head for that short amount of time."

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Bro I'm running out of things to say at the end of every chapter as Author Notes. I just keep repeating the same thing over and over😭

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