☆Chase Me, Shumai.☆

018 • Demur

Shaking his head, Shuichi had folded and tucked the note away into his pocket. Limping back to his bed, he had lifted himself up with a stiffled groan. That didn't do anything at all. It didn't help him with his questions, but made him more confused instead. That's Kokichi for you. Shuichi puffed out a sigh, placing his head back down onto the pillow silently. Picking up the hat, his pale fingers slid across the rather soft surface, the tips of his fingers running across the silver markings on the hat. Shuichi stated at the hat- his grey gaze observing it.

A slight frown grew on the males face. Shuichi snapped the hat open, his hand shifting out to catch the piece of paper filtering through the hat.

Shuichi placed the hat down, his stare focusing on the white piece of paper. Opening it up, his lips somewhat parted as he stared at the note.

Dear Detective

Have you heard about the rumours of the man who enjoys bondage? He owns a shop about culture or something. Folklore? I don't know. But he's really scary, I don't know about you.

Your's truly, Kokichi.

Shuichi pressed the top of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, staring at the letter. The man who owns a folklore or culture shop.. Bondage? Shuichi scrunched the note up somewhat.

What the hell did that even mean?

He couldn't investigate further until he was out of here. That'll be in a few hours- if he was correct. His glance shifted over to the nurse, who was pushing a tray of food in. Her long purple hair followed after her, the females uncertain glance moving to the male.

''O-Oh.. You're awake. Here's breakfast.''

The female shifted the food over, as Shuichi shifted up. She placed the tray down onto his lap. Shuichi didn't thank the female or began to eat- but had glanced up.

''When is the earliest I can go?''

''P-Pardon?''

''When can I leave the hospital?''

Shuichi stared at the nervous nurse, deadpanning as she stared back.

''The earliest is.. P-Probably at lunch?''

Her statement sounded more like a question as she shifted back, somewhat teary eyed.

''I'm so sorry that I don't know! Please forgive me!''

The female bowed down, making her exit before Shuichi could say it was okay. He gave out a sigh, before shifting himself down. Only a few more hours.

A few more hours.

And he had lost his appetite.

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''Thank you for helping me with getting the gifts into my Apartment, Kirigiri.''

''It's alright Shuichi.''

The purple haired detective stated, brushing her clothes down slowly. Shuichi brushed his hands softly against the door knob, locking it. He faced the female, tucking his hands into his dark hoodies pocket.

''Shuichi, what are you doing later on?''

Kirigiri asked, her lavender hued irises staring at the male. Shuichi- felt like he was under pressure. I mean, he couldn't say 'oh I'm going to go see if the person that we have been chasing for years is at this place I've researched. Oh also I've been working for him for like, weeks and I'm basically a traitor.'

''I'm just going to go see something downtown. A folklore shop seemed to catch something on his cameras and called in. Wasn't you informed?''

Shuichi lied, his head shifting to the side as he watched the female. Kirigiri gave a small hum, bringing her curled index finger to her chin slowly.

''I wasn't informed. I'll check in on that. I have some important business to attend to today. Call me if anything happens, alright?''

Kirigiri stated, waving the male off with the back of her hand. She had pulled out her black motorbikes keys, swinging her boot over the seat ad she sat down. Shuichi gave a small hum, nodding as the female put the helmet on. Kicking the motorbike to a start, it roared loudly, it's engine quieting down to a small feline purr. She roared down the driveway, disappearing down the street in a black and purple blur. Shuichi exhaled a breath, shifting his head down as he ran a pale hand through his navy blue hair.

That was close.

Shuichi fished the keys for his car, unlocking the black beast. It was ironic how none of his vehicles had the speak of colour on them.

Getting in, he had turned the radio on. Brendan Uries voice chimed into the car, the soft melody of 'When the sun met the moon,' playing into the rather empty car. Shuichi exhaled a breath as he pulled out, the car remaining silent as he drove down the dark asphalt.