Special detective Unit Section 0

Case III

Chapter 7: Protection

The doorbell rang. Matsu turned in her sleep annoyed and stuffed the pillow in her ear.

The bell persisted.

"Hargg! Coming!" She snapped and opened the door.

"So you are not A size afterall" Yamada stood in front of her eyeing her chest.

Matsu blushed and covered her chest.
It was true that she had removed her bra and just wore a singlet with pajama shorts.

But how was she to guess that he would visit her at 10 in the morning.

"What? Why are you here." She yawned.

"Isnt 10 o clock stretching it?" Yamada entered her house.

"Huh? Its a sunday you whacko!" She complained.

"You do realize that your internship with us states that we can call you on a sunday." Yamada walked to her kitched and opened her fridge.

"Why are you acting like this is your house?" Matsu complained as she scratched her head.

Crap... Her hair was open...and she was without glasses.

"You haven't offered me anything so I am helping myself." Yamada took out a bottle of milk and a packet of coffee.

She mumbled and walked to her room. Yamada settled for making coffee.

"Jeez...What do you live on? There is hardly enough food." Yamada commented loudly as he took out eggs.

"You Jerk!  I didn't have time to go shopping yet. I was planning to go today." Her voice sounded muffled.

Brushing her teeth, he mused as he mixed the milk and cinnamon into the eggs.

Matsu quickly changed her dress as she dried her hair.

The jerk was singing and humming. She could smell french toast. Her traitorous stomach growled.

"Oh for heavens sake." She tied her hair but it fell apart.

She wanted to slap herself. Why did she use the conditioner? She quickly made a high pony and exited her room picking up her bag.

She had entered the tiny dinning hall when she noticed the pictures.

If he saw those, her cover would be blown!

She quickly hid them in the drawer and sat on the table just when he placed the toast and coffee in front of her.

"Your Mis matched plates are quite a taste." Yamada said dryly as he sipped his coffee.

"I live alone mostly, who cares?" Matsu felt like giggling in glee.

The french toast looked delish with the chopped strawberries and the maple syrup.

"You really need to stock your fridge." Yamada commented.

Had the french toast not been tasty, she would have smacked the plate on his head.

"And? Why are you here? Its not to make me  breakfast right?" Matsu shut her eyes in bliss.

Too good.

"You were not answering your phone. We all got worried." Yamada replied.

Matsu quickly removed her phone and groaned.

She had gone for her shift in the hospital and she had put her phone on silent.

She had forgotten to put the tone back.