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𝕂𝕆𝕀ℂℍ𝕀 ℤ𝔼ℕ𝕀𝔾𝔸𝕋𝔸 ■ 𝕀

[ TYPE : fluff / smut ]
[ X : female reader ]
[ WORD COUNT : 746 ]
[ REQUESTED BY : BryonyWootton ]

" In which an angered detective is caught in a web of realization a little too late. "

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Koichi Zenigata.
A name that brought nothing more than the feeling of dread to you.
And maybe, a little bit of excitement too.

' You'd blown it this time, for sure. ' The thought echoed through your mind. It was all too simple, and you knew he had to have a plan ready - god damn it, you just didn't figure it out in time.

Worst case scenario, what's a few days in the slammer? At some point you'd find a way out and be back on the hot trail for that necklace, no matter what the cost. And you'd get there before Lupin, too.

Your head smacked against the ceiling of the cop car, making you snap out of your thoughts and causing you to let out a curse through gritted teeth. Did this man's driving mirror his personality? Apparently so.

>> "Quiet down back there."

The only words you heard escape his mouth. He seemed focused on something - something other than you.

That's... odd.

Normally, Zenigata would constantly be thinking about the criminal on his mind. Day and night, dreaming and hallucinating, always expecting the unexpected... he was on their ass like cardinals on winter suet.

Through the thick bars in the back, you could slightly make out the expression on the conventionally attractive male's profile.

His eyes seemed hooded; clouded over by an emotion you couldn't quite capture, but a very strong one regardless. Fear? No . . Regret?

But why?

He cleared his throat, once again bringing you back into the scene. His fingers pried your hands off the bars with an odd gentleness and you made eye contact through the mirror.

His eyebrows unfurled a bit at the sharp glare you gave him, returning to your cold character. This royal pain in the gonads had been chasing you across the country for around seven months now. And what had you been doing? Aimlessly hoping you could fall in love with him, all while trying to get a grip on a multi-million sapphire necklace.

' Real fun way to pass the time '

You felt like kicking yourself. The station was a few minutes away, and you had no clue why the inspector had tried to take the back road-

>> " Look. "

You blinked. What exactly is this supposed to be.

>> " Right now, you see, I've been under a lot of stress, and- "

He delicately placed his hat down, turning to look you dead in the eyes and pull the bars back away. He padded the seat beside him.

>> " . . If justice is served properly to you, death row and the people you're working against will be fighting over who puts your lights out for good.

The man finds time to pull your hands into his. You're not quite sure you ever had the time to realize just how big his hands are compared to yours.

Then again, it seems as if your mind can't find a reason for anything right now. No rhyme or reason, no logical answer as to why this 'enemy' of yours, is in fact almost cradling you.

>> "I don't wish to kill, I wish to catch. I enjoy the thrill, and I hate the humiliation.

Is he . . Blinking back tears at this?

>> "I will let you go, as long as you don't say anything. Do you understand?

He calmly places his red coat over your shoulders, giving you a solemn hug. The urge to kiss him hacks away at your mind but you don't utter a word. You know that in a few moments your chance will be gone. You ponder over this.
His head tilts, looking into your eyes for a split second - and your chance is up.

Urgently, your lips mash in an escape from the world outside. Your heart aches for what he's going to say about this. As you drown yourself in his cologne, you realize your possible fate. Either you're in the hot seat with your rival, or you just earned a spot on a very bad list.

Time seems to run slow. Zenigata's lips part from your own, a small huff escaping his lungs. His eyes sparkle and his grip on your hip holds strong. Getting caught in the moment you both meet eyes again and a smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

He comes around to the other side of the car, a big dumb grin on his face. His fingers on the handle, he opens the door for you to get out.

>> " Til we meet again, dear . . "

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