Days With You

Day 0

Sighing, the novice detective stared out of his open window, with his golden orbs scanning the surroundings of the busy street below him, out of his open apartment window. Cars drifting by at high speed in such elegant order that the future was able to bring. It didn't look chaotic. Each car knew what to do. Technology had done that, which was amazing, which really made him wonder what life had been like before.

Even above him was a near invisible road track, stretching over to the next town. And the town after that one.

Crazy and colourful lights were flickering, even at this time. From cars, other transportation devices, advertisement and just other buildings in general. It was a neon sight, which a strong blue tone though.

This is what he was used to. Seeing this exact sight, every day, for the past, he didn't know how long.

Honestly, most people didn't even keep count of their age. The system took care of that. He even heard that having the ability to alter your age, really makes you lose track of your mental one.

That was the kind of stuff he really felt too young to get into. Would he ever though.

His chin was resting on his pale hand, while his elbow was planted in the windowsill.

His life was mediocre at best. The people he knew had such interesting lives, especially compared to him. His was just simple. Nothing to tell of dramatic stories. Or even the stupid stories you have from when you were a kid.

He was a detective, but it wasn't like he got any interesting cases. They were all simple murders, that really wasn't hard to figure out. And, they never used new criminal tricks. It was all well-known methods used for either killing their victim, attempting to mess with the crime scene or destroy evidence. It was like all the culprits he had caught, simply had read a simple tutorial on how to murder someone, and hopefully get away with it. Of course, they rarely got away with it. That was his job, after all.

In general, not much criminality happened, especially in his district. All had jobs here to pay the bills and food. It was rare they would go out of their way to do something as stupid as criminality.

Once again sighing to himself, he pulls back from his window. He closes it before walking over to the small couch he had.

Pulling off his hat he was wearing, revealing his dark blue hair, then placing it on the coffee table.

"Sa-i-ha-ra-chan!" A childish voice called out his name, which made him turn his head up.

There he was, playfully leaning over him from behind the couch. Ouma.

It was first today he had started living here and already gave his apartment so much life. It would be wrong to say that he didn't believe it would improve even more as time would pass.

Though, he wasn't really sure why he was referred to with a "-chan" That was usually used for girls. And not very formal either. But, it was easy to tell the little boy wasn't gonna try and be formal about anything.

Not used to having a casual relationship, and especially not as fast as it had formed here, he did his best not to make the smile awkward, as it wasn't a very common motion for him. Not that he hadn't been happy before. There just nothing in particular so special that he would crack a smile.

"What is it Ouma-kun?" He answers back, managing to get it out in quite a friendly and soft tone, and not an awkward idiot who had to make sure not to stutter since he was so unfamiliar with socializing in any form.

So, he saw a playful grin on the smaller's lips "Shouldn't you get something to eat silly?~ It is getting late." It came out in a concerned tone, but then not. More like a child trying to be cocky.

With sceptical expression he looked up at him now, an eyebrow raised at him "And you will be making food if I say yes?" It was a bit of a sarcastic tone, as he wouldn't understand why Ouma would ever make food for him. He could tell that already.

"Nope!~" The smaller giggled out like anyone would have said that after his first question.

Exactly the reply Saihara had expected from the boy. His behaviour just didn't suit a person trying to be friendly by cooking for him. No, he had his other way. He wasn't really certain of those yet.

Pulling himself away from behind the couch, he makes a spin like he was some sort of dancer, which it really didn't look like. Then he proceeds to bounce around and let himself fall down into the couch next to Saihara "You need to make food yourself, I'm not your servant~" It was pointed out like it was basic information and it was stupid the taller even asked. Even knowing it was sarcastic

"So, I need to make food like I'm your servant?" The dark haired boy asked as he was looking at Ouma. Even as he had bounced around, his gaze kept following him. He was still wearing the raised eyebrows.

Though, he never got an answer to his comment, only a giggle, with that already familiar expression of a happy little mischievous child.

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