Chapter 24 Breaking into a house is definitely perverted!
Rei Furuya was taken away in handcuffs.
He appeared dazed when he left.
Whether as an undercover police officer or a codenamed member of the distillery, Bourbon's actions are astonishing.
But Furuya Rei didn't dare say a word at that moment.
If he uttered even a single extra word, he had no doubt that Kitagawa Ryusei would land a punch around his eye socket.
So he could only look at the other person with those innocent eyes.
But it doesn't seem to be of any use.
Because the young man had no intention of looking back at himself.
Or rather, after throwing that punch that ripped a thin layer off the wall, the young man returned to his initial indifferent demeanor.
It was as if my emotional outburst just now was merely my own illusion.
Kitagawa Ryusei did not remove his mask outside, nor did he say a word to him.
He picked up the shopping bag with one hand and left.
They didn't seem to care at all that their hands were still cuffed together.
Rei Furuya could only hurry to catch up, afraid that if he was a step too slow, the handcuffs would injure the other person's wrists.
"Should I get it?" He glanced at Kitagawa Ryusei several times, struggling to find a suitable topic to start the conversation, and could only ask in a gentle voice.
Kitagawa Ryusei remained silent, leaving only a cold, indifferent silhouette.
To be precise, he didn't know what to say...
Kitagawa Ryusei had already begun to regret it the moment he handcuffed the person.
He didn't know why, but he instinctively pulled out the handcuffs from behind his waist... he thought with annoyance.
The moment Kitagawa Ryusei saw this person, he felt that nothing could have made him more helpless than this.
Even if you told him now that the world would be destroyed in the next second, Kitagawa Ryusei would probably just reply with a poker face, "That's really good news."
If everything is destroyed, he won't have to think about how to face it all.
Faced with the guy who had disappeared for two years suddenly appearing before him—
Wait, he disappeared for two years...
Suddenly, Kitagawa Ryusei remembered this biggest blind spot that he had completely forgotten.
Why am I the one who feels lost and helpless?
Shouldn't it be Furuya Rei who disappeared and then reappeared without permission?
He slowly turned around, wisps of black energy emanating from his body, and gave the blond youth a long, eerie look.
Suddenly feeling a cool breeze blow into his collar, Furuya Rei felt a chill run down his back. Not knowing how to react, he could only purse his lips and stare at him.
...Hiro is right, the changes are really significant.
*
Kitagawa Ryusei took the person home.
He didn't change his shoes, but instead handcuffed the person to a chair in the living room the moment the door closed, then turned and went into the kitchen.
Rei Furuya was left alone in the huge living room, facing the chairs in a daze.
He listened intently to the sounds coming from the kitchen; he could hear the sound of water running inside.
Rei Furuya subconsciously surveyed his surroundings—
The house is decorated in a minimalist style that young people like, with gray and white as the main colors and no warm colors.
There was only one set of cups and plates displayed in the open.
There was no trace of anyone else having lived there for an extended period.
For some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But then I immediately realized I'd loosened it too early and quickly pulled it back.
Just as he finished taking that deep breath, Kitagawa Ryusei came out of the kitchen, his cheeks, bangs, and even the collar of his sweater covered in water droplets.
It looks like he just washed his face and calmed down.
“You…” Furuya Rei spoke first.
Kitagawa Ryusei asked almost simultaneously, "Is there anything you'd like to say?"
The living room fell silent once again.
What do you want to say?
Rei Furuya couldn't even remember how many things he wanted to tell the person in front of him...
It's as if, the moment they see each other, all words become utterly hollow.
Rei Furuya didn't intend to talk about where he had been in the past two years or what he was doing now.
He ran his left hand through his bangs in frustration, avoiding eye contact, rarely so taciturn: "I didn't expect to run into you like this, I wasn't prepared at all..."
Rei Furuya has not forgotten what his face looks like under the mask.
This isn't the time to meet.
Upon hearing this, Kitagawa Ryusei nodded expressionlessly: I understand. The meeting was an accident. This person didn't come to see him.
...but I miss you so much.
Rei Furuya mentally completed the rest of his sentence.
Because I wanted to see him so badly, I couldn't help but follow him.
After he finished speaking, he couldn't see what emotions were in the brown-haired youth's lowered eyes, nor did he receive a response, so he could only cast a probing gaze.
Kitagawa Ryusei's hands were hidden in his sleeves, loosening and tightening them repeatedly.
After a long pause, he finally took out the handcuff key from his pocket, as if he had made up his mind.
He threw it over.
“I didn’t expect it to be you following behind me. I thought it was some criminal and acted a little too aggressively. Untie it yourself, I’ll go get a cup of tea.”
After saying that, Kitagawa Ryusei turned around to get a cup from the cabinet.
Hearing this made Furuya Rei's heart skip a beat.
Forget about handcuffs and keys. He dragged a chair forward with his right hand, grabbed the other person's wrist, and said, "I'll explain again!"
Kitagawa Ryusei's wrists were so slender that he could wrap his arm around them.
“I didn’t expect to leave so hastily at the time, but it was indeed my fault for leaving without saying goodbye two years ago. I haven’t had a chance to apologize to you. I’m sorry, Ryusei.”
"Also, I've really, really missed you these past two years."
Finally finishing speaking in one breath, he released Kitagawa Ryusei's hand. Despite being much taller than the other, he lowered his head, his gray-purple eyes looking up at him.
"Why don't you just beat me up to vent your anger?"
Kitagawa Ryusei remained silent.
Kitagawa Ryusei almost laughed in anger: "Use the same trick I used against Instructor Onizuka on me?"
Rei Furuya immediately raised his hand to show his sincerity: "Absolutely the truth!"
At most, they just adjusted the wording.
Kitagawa Ryusei stopped pouring tea and lost all interest in sitting down. He just stood there, arms crossed, and sneered, "Mr. Furuya, don't be nervous. Even if you don't tell the truth, there's nothing I can do to you."
Saying that would only make him more nervous, a row of alarm bells flashed and rang through Rei Furuya's mind.
Then he heard, "By the way, is it inconvenient to call you Furuya now? What is your surname, sir?"
Jianggu Ling: "..."
He gave a smile that seemed to be on the verge of tears: "Amuro, Amuro Tooru, just call me by my name."
The other party neither confirmed nor denied this.
Is that your name? Don't just call me that randomly.
Needing to distract himself, Rei Furuya lowered his head, untied his handcuffed right hand, and folded the handcuffs to give to the young man.
Kitagawa Ryusei still had his arms crossed, and gestured with his eyes for him to put them on the table when he tried to come forward.
Despite losing the chance to get close to the other person, Furuya Rei was not discouraged and his gaze fell on the beef rice that had been packed on the table.
"You didn't have lunch?"
The question was obvious, and Furuya Rei felt he had asked a pointless question.
"Can I use the kitchen for a moment?" he asked.
Kitagawa Ryusei neither answered nor refused, but simply looked at him.
It means the default.
Rei Furuya picked up the shopping bag from the table and went into the kitchen.
"Aren't you going to take off your mask yet?" Kitagawa Ryusei appeared at the kitchen doorway, standing behind him.
“Masks can indeed cover up wounds, but the voice will sound different after the cheeks are swollen.”
The implication is that I know you have a scar on your face.
Rei Furuya froze, took off his mask, and turned away helplessly.
Only then did Kitagawa Ryusei finally see that face clearly.
Unlike Rei Furuya when he graduated, the current Rei is actually more like the face that Rukawa Kitagawa saw when he climbed over the wall on the first day of police academy.
Half of her cheek was swollen, and there was some damage to the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were bright and shining.
There are some differences.
Rei Furuya back then would never have shown such a pitiful expression.
After a moment of silence, Kitagawa Ryusei said coldly, "There's ice in the refrigerator."
Sensing that the young man's attitude had softened somewhat, Furuya Rei was actually grateful for the wound on his face.
He put the beef rice in the microwave to heat it up, and then took an egg out of the shopping bag. He asked, "Should I fry the egg on both sides or one side?"
Then she immediately followed up with, "Are you a little calmer now?"
“Two-faced,” Kitagawa Ryusei said, his pace quickening slightly, “What do I have to be angry about?”
Just now he looked like he could spontaneously combust and set the world on fire at any moment... Furuya Rei didn't say it out loud.
But he understood Kitagawa Ryusei very well.
There are so many things to be angry about—leaving without saying goodbye under those circumstances, not having any contact for two years, not coming to see me after we were able to meet, and even choosing to secretly follow me when we bumped into each other.
If he doesn't get angry, Furuya Rei will truly panic.
"I haven't been in the country for the past two years," he offered as an explanation.
Kitagawa Ryu did not respond.
Instead of being disappointed, Furuya Rei continued, "And you? Did you go into the Criminal Planning Division as planned?"
He wanted to know more about Kitagawa Ryusei's current situation and wanted him to tell him personally.
The matter of the Special Investigation Team cannot be explained in a few words, and Kitagawa Ryusei had no interest in explaining at the moment, so he simply nodded.
"How are the second-year graduate students and that curly-haired jerk doing?"
"He's doing great. He's in the bomb disposal unit of the mobile team and is still alive and kicking."
"Is the squad leader still a criminal investigator?"
"Um."
Kitagawa Ryusei responded, but his gaze remained fixed on the busy blond youth's back.
Watch as he took out his pots and pans that he hadn't used much and tied on the yellow cartoon-print apron that came with the pots.
The blond young man looked out of place in the gray-toned kitchen.
It's like a strange patchwork of elements that only appear in dreams.
...in the dream of "what if this person hadn't left".
Of course, Kitagawa Ryusei doesn't often have this kind of dream.
If I dream about it, I'll wake up with a dark face and want to kick any wheat-colored bread I see.
But this was not a dream. He loosened his grip, which had been pinching him so hard, and saw four crescent-shaped marks left by his fingernails on his palm.
There aren't this many stories in Yumechi Rei.
"You can start eating now!" Furuya Rei had somehow walked past him out of the kitchen, sat down at the table, and called to Kitagawa Ryusei.
He made himself a bowl of noodles. Unlike the noodles that Kitagawa Ryusei made himself, which were all mushy, the noodles were distinct and each strand was garnished with vibrant green vegetables.
The scene of the two sitting at the table eating was a bit too unfamiliar to Kitagawa Ryusei.
When Furuya Rei noticed him staring at him, he misunderstood: "You want to eat noodles?"
As he spoke, he pushed the bowl over.
Kitagawa Ryusei shook his head in denial.
He pulled out a chair and sat down at the dining table, picking up the spoon in front of him: "When are you planning to leave?"
Upon hearing this, Furuya Rei looked incredulous: "Eh? Is Ryusei kicking me out?"
Yes, Kitagawa Ryusei remained silent, poking the rice apart with his spoon.
He regretted it again, thinking he shouldn't have brought the person back.
It's easy to guess what Rei Furuya was doing during the two years he disappeared. Given his current status, the more contact he has with the police, the more dangerous it becomes for him.
The fact that the police were able to send in long-term undercover agents indicates that this organization is definitely not small.
The atmosphere in the kitchen, which had eased slightly, became heavy again.
Rei Furuya stopped eating the noodles, got up, and squatted down in front of Ruki Kitagawa.
"Why?"
He tried to hook the young man's fingers with his own; the contrast between the white and wheat-colored skin unconsciously reminded one of oat milk.
The blond youth looked up at him and said, "I thought I was still Ryusei-chan's boyfriend."
The sudden closeness caused Kitagawa Ryusei to lean back involuntarily, his throat bobbing: "Not anymore."
"When did this happen? How come I didn't know?" Furuya Rei pressed closer, his gaze intense as he tilted his head and asked, "Hmm?"
Snap!
Kitagawa Ryusei pulled his hand away and slapped it against the ever-approaching face, pushing away the baby face that hadn't changed in two years.
"You don't need to know!"
His gaze turned fierce: "In Japanese marriage law, separation for two years can be considered important evidence of a breakdown in the relationship, and if mediation fails, the court will grant a divorce."
Moreover, their relationship can only be considered a romantic one, and they have no legal responsibility whatsoever.
If the other party has committed egregious acts, it's perfectly acceptable to break up with them without informing them.
"I refuse mediation."
Kitagawa Ryusei made the final decision.
Jianggu Ling: "..."
Although it was a forced breakup, he couldn't help but smile, and he had to lower his head and cover his face to hide the smile.
Indeed... as captivating as ever, Ryusei.
Seeing the blond youth with his head down, only his golden hair visible on top, Kitagawa Ryusei pursed his lips, wondering if he had said something too harsh.
Are you going to cry?
He noticed that the other person's shoulders were trembling.
"You—" He was about to speak, but fell silent the next second.
The blond youth raised his head, his eyes bright and smiling.
He couldn't restrain himself, half-closed his eyelashes and leaned forward, carefully kissing those lips once again after two years.
Unlike his solemn expression, the blond youth's movements were fierce, silencing Kitagawa Ryusei's exclamation and easily taking away all his breath.
Kitagawa Ryusei pressed his back against the chair, bracing himself with his hands on the seat to prevent himself from slipping off, his light brown eyes wide open.
His knees, clad in sweatpants, pressed into the gap between his legs, forcing him into a corner once again, with nowhere to retreat.
"Hmm..."
His fingers trembled as he gripped the blond hair at the back of the young man's head and tightened his grip.
The second hand on the wall dutifully moved round and round, and after an unknown amount of time, the two finally separated when Kitagawa Ryusei's eyes were red.
Foreheads touching, Rei Furuya's noses met those of Ryusei Kitagawa as he softly coaxed, "Could you give me a chance to change Ryusei's mind?"
Feeling the other person's hot breath and the heat on his own cheek, Kitagawa Ryusei fell silent for the umpteenth time today.
The only response from Rei Furuya was a resounding slam of the door.
—Everyone says that if you're not in a relationship anymore, it's really weird to kiss someone like that!
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