Chapter 37 The dirty-faced calico kitten!
A golden-haired head that had been peeking out slowly retracted from the edge of the rooftop.
Seeing Furuya Rei's colorful expression, Morofushi Kagemitsu thought he was in a bad mood because he had let the criminal escape, and was about to say something to comfort him.
Before she could even speak, her childhood friend raised his hand to cover the bitter smile on his face, his voice barely a whisper: "Hiro... do you think I can be lenient now that I'm apologizing?"
Zhu Fujingguang didn't hear clearly: "What?"
"It's nothing, I'm fine." Furuya Rei finally recovered from the shock of the explosion and stubbornly stood up on his own.
He moved his hands and feet to make sure he was alright: "Ryusei and the others are downstairs. Pramia has been captured. Let's go down."
While he was on this stretch of road, he prayed in his heart that Kitagawa Ryusei hadn't seen the flying man from the sky.
Perhaps the prayers didn't reach the ears of the gods in heaven in time.
When Rei Furuya saw Kenji Hagiwara making exaggerated winks at him from behind, a white flag slowly rose in his heart.
As soon as Kitagawa Ryusei finished handcuffing Pramia, he looked up and saw a blond head with a guilty conscience written all over its face.
It inexplicably reminds me of the other little black cat at home that never sleeps in its cat bed and always sneaks into the master bedroom at night, only to be caught red-handed.
Rei Furuya relaxed his arms as much as possible, not wanting the young man to notice anything, and asked in a light tone, "When did you guys arrive, Ryusei?"
It's so obvious, Furuya! You haven't even wiped the dust off your face yet!
Kenji Hagiwara cried out in his heart, trying to give another hint, but before he could even make a gesture, Ryusei Kitagawa turned around and stopped him with a sharp glare.
The black-haired youth immediately fell silent upon receiving the signal, silently making the sign of the cross in his mind.
He turned and lunged at his childhood friend who had rushed over to prevent him from getting involved in the battle.
Kitagawa Ryusei's complexion had improved a lot. Although it was still pale, it was at least not as deathly as it had been just moments before. It could be said that the cold wind had affected it.
Compared to his snow-white skin, Furuya Rei can now be described as "boldly colored".
His gaze fell on Rei Furuya's cat-like face and clothes.
The jacket had been taken off by the blond youth when he jumped, finding it in the way. The white turtleneck sweater had rolled around on the ground with its owner more than once, and the hem had even been singed by sparks from the explosion. It seemed that only the trash can was left for it.
In short, Furuya Rei now looks like a dirty, black-faced calico.
With long, disheveled hair blowing in the wind, he pretended to be nonchalant.
Kitagawa Ryusei was silent for a moment, then took out a black mask from his pocket and handed it to him: "Cover your face."
With such striking blonde hair and dark skin, why doesn't she try to cover it up?
Did they escape unscathed?
Before Furuya could figure out what was going on, his greyish-purple eyes flashed as he took the mask.
"Kagemitsu, was it you who fired the shot just now?" Kitagawa Ryusei turned his head and noticed the familiar curve of the two trouser pockets under Morofushi Kagemitsu's coat, recalling the gunshot wound on Pramia's body.
He asked, "How many shots were fired in total?"
There were three gunshots and two explosions just now, but Pramia only suffered one wound.
Morofushi Kagemitsu replied, "Both shots were fired on the rooftop."
Having received the answer, Kitagawa Ryusei nodded and turned to walk towards the building: "If it's inconvenient for you two, you can leave first. I'll go find the bullet casing."
Now that Pramia has come into the Black Organization's sights, they might send someone to check on her after her arrest.
He guessed that the two people hadn't bothered to clean up the traces because of the urgency of the situation.
"Bullet casings!" Rei Furuya slapped his forehead—with his uninjured hand, of course—and exclaimed in annoyance, "We actually forgot about these!"
Thinking of this, he felt a chill. He knew that the gun and bullets in Morofushi Kagemitsu's hands were provided by the organization, so the organization must have a way to trace them.
Kitagawa Ryusei took two steps and stopped in front of Furuya Rei.
Light-colored pupils tend to appear less emotional when they gaze at someone than dark-colored ones. Kitagawa Ryusei stared at him for a long time, until he was almost sweating in the cold weather, before finally looking away.
He resisted the urge to slap the man's arm, which was clearly trying to cover up his injury, and said in a low voice, "If you're injured, go get it treated, you idiot."
This is not the place to talk, and Rei Furuya knows this better than Ruki Kitagawa.
He thought for a moment, then deliberately made his voice sound cautious: "Can I come to see you tonight? You won't lock me out, will you?"
Kitagawa Ryusei ignored him.
It wasn't until he had walked some distance that the blond youth faintly heard a "humph".
After everyone disappeared into the apartment building, Furuya Rei's face scrunched up, his shoulder aching as if a large man were grabbing his arm and swinging him around.
He quickly moved around and confirmed that it was just a minor dislocation.
Having watched silently from the sidelines, Kenji Hagiwara finally approached, his tone unusually serious, devoid of any flippancy: "Furuya, that was really dangerous."
His amethyst-colored eyes held a hint of lingering fear.
Seeing a friend jump from the sixth or seventh floor is an extremely nerve-wracking experience, even if that friend is very strong and confident that they won't get hurt.
But these external factors did not change their panic at that moment.
"This time it was out of necessity," Furuya Rei said, "People who are usually jovial are often more intimidating when they get serious than those who just wave their fists all day." He paused for a moment, then quickly assured Furuya, "I'll definitely be more careful next time!"
Of course, he didn't say anything like "I won't do it again".
No one can guarantee that this won't happen again.
Morofushi Kagemitsu, chin in hand, seemed to enjoy the spectacle: "So, Ryusei must have seen it too, Zero's aerial acrobatics."
Kenji Hagiwara, whose "serious" filter expired in a minute, quickly added: "We watched Furuya fly right over our heads, it was a perfect viewing spot."
The two worked together to slowly petrify the dirty, blond youth in front of them, causing him to crack like plaster.
"So what happened just now was a suspended death sentence...?"
He was on the verge of tears, too afraid to even think about how he would manage to cover it up.
However, both his childhood friend and Kenji Hagiwara only gave him a look of respect.
“And I’ve noticed,” Kenji Hagiwara thought for a moment, then decided to remind Rei Furuya at this point, “that Furuya’s influence on Ryusei might be a little too great.”
For a moment, not understanding why he said that, Furuya Rei's eyes widened instantly: "Eh??"
Matsuda Jinpei found this statement rather strange: "You know the relationship between those two, it would be strange if it didn't have an impact!"
You know, when he first graduated, he was a little unaccustomed to not having to see the two of them together all the time.
After a moment's thought, Rei Furuya keenly sensed something.
Kenji Hagiwara looked at his childhood friend with disdain, as if he were looking at a child, and then turned to him and said, "I just think that Ryu's social circle is too small. If the full score is 100, then I, Jinpei, the class president and Morofushi take 10 points, and Furuya probably takes 89.9 points."
The more worried Kenji Hagiwara was about the other person's mental state, the more he noticed Ruki Kitagawa's aloofness towards strangers.
He once tried to analyze Kitagawa Ryusei's interpersonal relationships and found them to be shockingly simple.
He made sure to distinguish even his colleagues at the police department from his daily social interactions, let alone let Kitagawa Ryusei try to make any new friends.
After starting work, they met the squad leader's girlfriend and father, visited the Matsuda family, and their most frequent gathering place was the Hagiwara Kenji family, but they never met anyone from the Kitagawa Ryusei family.
It seems that apart from them, Kitagawa Ryusei has no other ties in this world.
At first, Kenji Hagiwara was worried about this, fearing that Ryusei Kitagawa might have some difficulties that he didn't want to tell them. But he didn't know where to start and thought that things might be better when Rei Furuya came back.
But now... the black-haired youth looked down at his palm, realizing something after that explosion.
Even though Kitagawa Ryusei didn't reveal much, Hagiwara Kenji's keen senses would allow him to guess some of it.
—From the very beginning, only Kofuruya could solve this problem.
*
Night falls.
Kitagawa Ryusei sat in his study reading a book, warm light casting shadows on the wooden tabletop and chair.
The new study's decor isn't the simple gray and white style that young people like; instead, it has a retro feel. The homeowner left behind books that couldn't be moved and weren't particularly valuable, along with the books brought by Kitagawa Ryusei, which now occupy an entire wall.
For some reason, the text in the book was particularly difficult to understand today, and the owner put it down after only flipping through two pages.
I feel that in my current state, continuing to read would be disrespectful to the book and the author...
Fortunately, it didn't take long before the door opened—he guessed that the person would be looking for Kenji Hagiwara to get the key.
Kitagawa Ryusei, who was strategizing and planning, did not get up or even raise his head, waiting for the other person to come in.
...But he seemed to have forgotten that he wasn't the only "native resident" in the house right now.
The blond youth who opened the door in the dark was met with a close-up shot from a pair of deep blue cat eyes.
Jianggu Ling:......
"Meow!"
The little Siamese, who had been curled up on the sofa, suddenly opened its eyes upon hearing the noise at the door. Seeing someone come in, it rushed towards the door.
Its tail fur stood on end, making the cat look much bigger, as if trying to scare away the uninvited guest.
Rei Furuya was caught off guard and didn't go in for a moment, standing at the door and staring at the little creature.
Neither of them had expected to run into each other here.
Ryusei actually kept another lecherous man behind his back!
And now the other party is behaving more like his ex-wife than he ever has!
Before the two cats could start fighting in the living room, the study door opened first.
Kitagawa Ryusei was wearing a dark gray V-neck nightgown, somewhat resembling a bathrobe. His long, straight legs were exposed as he leaned against the door. He yawned, looking rather lazy: "Why are you so late?"
"Aren't you cold?" Furuya Rei immediately dropped what he was doing and started sharpening his claws on the tile floor. His dark face, which had been itching to pounce, was fixed on the young man. "Why aren't you wearing more clothes?"
The blond youth's hair was hidden under his baseball cap, and he looked like he had taken a good look at himself after going back home, so he didn't look like a homeless calico who had just crawled out of a trash can.
"I just took a shower." Kitagawa Ryusei's hair wasn't completely dry and still a little damp. "The air conditioning is on in the study."
Seeing that Furuya Rei was still standing at the door, he reminded him, "There's a new pair of slippers in the shoe cabinet."
—It was prepared for him.
Opening the shoe cabinet, Rei Furuya's formidable observation and reasoning skills led him to a conclusion.
Because Kitagawa Ryusei had only recently moved in, some small items were not yet ready.
Aside from the slippers that were clearly belonging to Hagiwara and the others, the pair of ginger-yellow slippers with a cat pattern in Furuya Rei's hand, which were the only unopened pair in the shoe cabinet, would be too extravagant if they were disposable.
Upon realizing this, Furuya Rei's expression softened somewhat.
"What was Ryusei doing just now?" He changed his shoes and went into the house.
The coal ball somehow ended up near Kitagawa Ryusei's feet, rolling around and exposing its belly in an attempt to get more attention and interrupt their conversation.
Kitagawa Ryusei, unable to resist being clung to, gave Furuya Rei an apologetic look, then focused some attention on picking up the kitten and slipping on his slippers to get some pet treats.
That despicable guy...
Furuya Rei unconsciously gritted his teeth and followed him into the kitchen. When he met the gaze of the little Siamese boy perched on the young man's shoulder, he really wanted to grab the little pesky creature by the scruff of its neck and throw it away, but he asked with a kind expression, "Do you need any help?"
Unaware of the underlying meaning, Kitagawa Ryusei refused without hesitation: "Can your hands lift heavy things?"
Although it was just a simple expression of concern, Furuya Rei immediately soothed him: "It's all taken care of, just need to rest for a bit."
Injuries of this severity will not affect missions.
"Let me do it."
Without turning her head, Kitagawa Ryusei moved with practiced ease, preparing the milk powder, adding some cat food to soften it, and then placing it along with the Siamese kitten in the cat bed on the balcony.
Rei Furuya didn't make any further suggestions, but simply lagged behind the young man as he busied himself.
After doing all this, Kitagawa Ryusei turned around and crossed his arms when facing the blond youth behind him: "Alright, now let's talk about our business?"
"For example, aerial acrobatics, facing guns and grenades, let me think... and—"
He looked strangely like a couple who put their child to sleep before arguing, and Furuya Rei was amused by his own association.
Even the cat on the balcony, which had a similarity rate to me, seemed much more pleasing to the eye.
Before the young man could finish listing them all, Furuya Rei's embrace ended before the last word of his sentence.
Just as he himself said, his hand was almost fully healed. At this moment, one hand wrapped around the young man's waist through his pajamas, while the other pressed against his neck.
To eliminate the distance between the two people and press them tightly together.
In the familiar embrace, Kitagawa Ryusei earnestly suggested, "Being cute won't work, Mr. Zero. How about we try something different every now and then?"
Rei Furuya quite frankly rephrased it: "I wasn't being coquettish, I was seducing you."
Although it was just a brief hug before letting go, Kitagawa Ryusei still felt a sense of guilt as he looked at their clear almond-shaped eyes from the balcony.
He pulled the person into the study.
"If it's about seduction, this is far too weak."
After closing the study door, Kitagawa Ryusei stood behind it, his tone slightly teasing as he gave his assessment with feigned seriousness.
Upon hearing this, Furuya Rei's expression darkened in response, his eyes hiding in the shadow of his hat brim, and his aura instantly became dangerous.
His tone was dangerous, and his voice trailed off in a low, indistinct voice: "Have other people tried to seduce you?"
When it comes to seduction, Kitagawa Ryusei's mind is filled with images of banquets with Europeans, where this recurring theme always comes to the end.
But no one can be as captivating as the blond youth, simply by standing there.
He dismissed the idea of another world without batting an eye: "Unfortunately, no, you're the first."
"Then I'm the best one."
Having received a satisfactory answer, Furuya Rei didn't even blink, and said domineeringly, "Then, will Inspector Kitagawa, whom I seduced... do whatever he wants to me?"
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