Just for the Anarchy | OumaSai AU

The Talk (not that talk)

[This awesome resketch of punk Kokichi is brought to you by @YeetusUndeletus, thanks again!]

Shuichi's POV

I paced around the front of the convenience store with a plastic bag in hand and a cigarette hanging from my mouth. I had purchased the concealer upon my uncle's suggestion and was awaiting my target while I sucked down the toxins from a cancer stick. Kokichi had responded rather quickly so I was expecting him to pop up any second now.

"Daamn, and here I thought you were all innocent and virginal, Shuma, nishishi~" Speak of the devil.

I turned and spotted the gremlin with a smoke of his own between his chapped-yet-likely soft lips. I huffed and took one last drag of mine before putting it out.

"Shut it, smartass. C'mon let's go somewhere we can sit and talk." I start moving toward the cemetery, expecting there to be a severe lack of living guests to eavesdrop.

"And why can't we talk here? Trying to get me all alone? If I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to take advantage of me." Kokichi teased but he followed along as he continued to chain smoke.

We quickly found ourselves hopping over the same small fence as before, this time with Kokichi tailing me. I continued up the hill, past several rows of presumably restful inhabitants, to the clearing under the oak tree where I had previously chased down the mischievous munchkin. At this point I stopped and turned to the punk in question, who had at some point during the walk dropped his last cigarette.

"Something tells me you want to be the one leading the conversation, a little unusual for a bottom to take control but I'm down." Kokichi giggled at his own joke and crossed his arms behind his head.

"Just shut up Kokichi."

"Ooo~ someone's feisty today." He leaned back against the oak. "Does it have something to do with whoever decimated your neck?" I could have imagined it, but for a split second I thought I saw panic flicker in his perfect eyes.

I hadn't noticed before but he was wearing almost the exact same outfit as the night I met him, except he wore a ripped Misfits shirt instead of The Clash. In comparison, I just wore faded jeans and a plain green shirt since I had simply grabbed the first clean clothes I saw.

"Hey, earth to Shuma, I know I'm sexy as hell but I thought we were gonna talk."

I shook my head and refocused on the moment before me. Kokichi had relaxed his arms, rocking back and forth on his feet ever so slightly. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself before starting any accusations.

"You know the current case I'm working, right? The Phantom Thief one" I watch Kokichi's reaction carefully, hoping to either trip him up or catch him in one of his lies.

His face remained unchanged for a moment before his smile fell and he cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy. "Case? I don't remember you actually telling me anything about your job, besides that you work for your uncle."

Shit. I was hoping he'd fall for it and let something slip that would give him away. It was hard to tell but it didn't seem as though he was lying.

"But I'm guessing you're a cop of some sort, which I gotta say Shuma, is a bit of a turnoff, but I still love you, nishishi~" Kokichi stopped chuckling once he noticed the mildly annoyed glare I was giving him. "On a serious note, I've heard of the case, I don't know much about it though." He stopped rocking on his heels and now stood stock still, not breaking eye contact.

I wanted to analyze his behavior but somehow I found his straightforwardness to be intimidating, which made it hard to maintain the same level of eye contact. I cleared my throat to continue.