Officer-San~

Pantie Thieves Suck

       Hateful glares. Piercing, dagger like glares, all of them directed towards me. What in reality, merely twenty seconds felt more like fifteen minutes. Bulky iron chains with bits of rust around the edges wrap around my wrists. From each side men donning proud, sharp, navy uniforms snicker in disgust. All eyes we're on me. Not like that's anything new though, all I could think about was how was I gonna pay rent..

      "Hey! Officer-san!! You can hear me right? I'm telling you I ain't any pervert."

I say for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. I was seated on a creaky old bed, my arms resting on my knees, my hands still chained anticipating ANY sort of answer other then a sigh, hiss, or tongue clicking. I noticed sometime before but she must be a real beauty. Nice figure, soft silky looking ashen purple hair, a smooth strong voice... well.. I've only heard ever hear her sigh.. if only she'd be nicer or something..

"Ne, did you hea-"

"Oh for god's sake would you just shut up!!" I was abruptly cut off, finally getting my long awaited answer.. sort of.

"Can you just let me go already or something? I have work tomorrow, and as much as I love this luxurious prison bed, I'd like to work on some personal stuff at HOME." at this Officer-san snorted,

"What would a panty thieving pervert like you do at this time of night? OH RIGHT maybe, PANTY THIEVING!! As a women myself, I'm thoroughly disgusted!" She lay her right hand to her heart as if making some sort of vow to god. She completely ignored me for an hour.. I scrunched up my face in frustration. Women are so.. so sigh..

"Fine then when can I go?" I say mockingly purposely looking away from her obvious glare. Crossing both arms, she quickly looks away towards the door.

"Just wait until your parents come and pick you up, the way I see it you're only a teenage punk who needs discipline. The worst they can do is fine you fees, so don't worry too much." At some point, she was practically talking to herself, my mind only processes two things. One, my Mom's coming, though she probably won't pick up..maybe she can be unpredictable. Two, and the most important, FEES!!? Fees!! I have to pay some stupid fees for a crime I didn't even do!! How much!!? OH, once I get my hands on the stupid jerk who left his panties for me to come pick up..! I'm gonna beat the crap out of that stupid punk hehehe... I couldn't help but smirk. A few spine chilling chuckles managed to escape my mouth. My eyes burning with fury, as I plan each and every scene in detail from start to finish. You better watch out you damn pervert..

"Umm.. A-are you listening to me..?" Officer -san says wary of my change in aura. I slowly bring my face up, in one swift motion I made my way to the other side of the cell in unstable movements. A plastic smile plastered on my face, I position myself in front of her.

"Of course I am, it's not like I was planning on kidnapping someone, slowly torturing them until they become my own personal money slave, while you were talking or anything." I sinisterly joked. Officer-san tries to inch away slowly, it slowly dawns on her just what kind of monster she created. Too supprised to react in time, I grabbed her wrist with my right hand stopping her from escaping, with my left hand I pull her chin towards me to get a better view of her face. As Officer-san struggled, the chains clash against the iron bars.

"I was right. You sure are a looker Officer-san." My smile only widens when her cheeks turn a light pink hue. How cute.

"W-W-Wh??! Let go of me you pervert!" She cried flustered, she began to struggle even more then before. Luckily, I'm a pretty strong guy. Unluckily, I have the worst luck. My right eye twitch from the sudden sting rising up my arm. I raise both hand in surrender. Forcing a laugh, I back away hiding the cut.

"Fine, fine I give I give, but you sure are a violent gal.. hard to believe your taken." Seriously, what do guys see in her? well.. besides her looks and occasional cute sides. Oh!! She's what you'd call a tsundere right? I mean, judging by her beet red face I'd say so.

"hehe.. your pretty cute Officer-san! You really don't have to act so tough and mad all the time, your cuter when you smile! see?~" I poke the edges of her pink, soft lips and as gently as I could pulled them up into a smile. She unlike earlier reacted quicker this time, maybe on guard this time, slapping my hand away. "Ow..!" I cursed under my breath. Officer-san reached he hand out, worried if she'd hurt me accidently.

I forced another chuckled, "hehe.. it's nothing. Just a little scratch from earlier." This time I hid my hand behind my back. "Don't be so stubborn! Now.. let me see." Her face grew worried, a little bead of sweat made its way down her practically glowing white skin. She's worried..? But why? As she was rushing to her desk, which was only a few feet away from the jail cell, to look for a first aid, I lowered my head. Complicated feelings of confusion and doubt overpowered my protective mask, letting my emotions take over my face.

"Ne..you ok? Does it hurt..? Was this my fault?" I only reply with silence, as I was still sorting out these up rising emotions. "Hey.." more silence. "Do you hear me?" even more silence. "HEY!!" Snapping out of my confusion state, I stare blankly at Officer-san for a millisecond before putting my mask on again. "O-Oh uhh.. what did you say? hehe.." She gave me THE look. As is saying I-really-hate you-sometimes. She pouted, her cheeks puffing out a little.

"Oh, don't make that face, it's too cute, you might make me fall in love with you for real." I teased her. Focusing back on putting some ointment for my wound she says in a proudful voice, "Too bad, I'm off limits! Plus I don't date younger kids, not to mention your a criminal and I'm a cop." For some reason my heart sank a little, yet still I maintained my mask. She still thinks I'm a pantie thief..? But.. well I guess we don't know each other that much so I can't really blame her.. still.. it's kinda well.. I can't explain it.. disappointing.

Aghh!! Never mind that! I wanna know all the juicy details! " Soo~ What kinda guy is this person who's managed to steal your heart, huh?" I practically sang. There was this look in her eye, like a glint of excitement. I find it kinda cute how even at her age she was nervous like a run-of-the-mill love struck highschool girl. She studdered quite a bit when speaking.

"W-Well, he's a great guy! He's nice and he cares about me and other people as well! Like strangers, for example. When he talks to them, it's as if they'd known each other since childhood! It's something I really admire about him. Oh, and well he's the next in line to inherit his family's hospital. Not to mention he's athletic and smart and really handsome looking!" Blah blah blah blah!! so to put it simply, he's the COMPLETE opposite of a dirty, blunt, sometimes rude guy like me. Oh yeah, of course he's rich and absolutely perfect, with a great education... sigh, can we be any more different?

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TO BE CONTINUED...

author's note: ... Sorry have nothing to say... so do you like it? ... well...this isn't akward at all.