Criminal Seduction
Chapter: one-shot
Pairing(s): Uruha x Reita
Band(s): the GazettE
Rating: R
Summary: Uruha finally gets caught and he needs to be questioned for his wrong doings.
Author's Notes: I had fun with this one, so I hope you have just as much fun reading it.
Struggling to break free from the officer’s grasp, Kouyou attempts to elbow the man holding him and yells, “Get the fuck off me! You have no proof I did it!” He wiggles more and tugs against the cuffs being held by the officer.
After walking through the hall, the officer shoves the blonde in the temporary holding cell and quickly shuts the iron barred door on him. He walks away, ignoring Kouyou’s loud growls echoing throughout the room, and go into the office area. He approaches Akira and informs, “We captured the suspect downtown. He’s currently in the holding block and is awaiting questioning.”
“Thank you, officer. Please send him to the room and I’ll be there in a minute,” Akira responds, taking out a couple folders as the officer departs.
A few minutes past and Akira approaches the room, but soon gets stopped by an officer guarding the room’s door. He looks at him and closes the folder.
“Be careful in there. He’s a clever one,” the police officer warns.
He nods, opens the door, and shortly examines the blonde behind the table. He rolls up his sleeves, puts the files down, and takes a sea across from him.
“Takashima Kouyou, you’ve been quite the troublemaker for the past few months. Haven’t you had enough of being on the front page of the news?” Akira begins.
“Wow…you actually know my real name. I’m shocked already,” he teases.
“Well, we do have you on file from previous crimes or do you prefer your alias, ‘Uruha’?” he asks, keeping the atmosphere calm.
A smirk forms across his face and he sits back in his chair casually. “Kouyou is perfectly fine. And what’s your name?”
“Detective Akira Suzuki.”
“Ooh~ That’s a rather sexy name you have there,” Kouyou purrs, letting his eyes take in the other man’s handsome appearance.
Akira clears his throat and opens the folder in his lap, then says, “I’ve noticed that trouble seems to follow you every where you go.”
“Well, I can’t help that. I’m obviously cursed. That’s why you should let an innocent man go,” he attempts to convince.
“Do you really think that I’m that naïve to let you free so easily, Takashima-san?”
“Perhaps, but you do seem more intelligent than every officer who decided to let me go,” he admits.
“So, you admit that you’re guilty of every crime on your record?”
Kouyou smirks, crosses his legs, and responds, “I didn’t say that.”
“Then what are you saying?” Akira quirks a brow.
“I’m saying that your police colleagues are a bunch of dumbasses that hardly deserve the positions they currently hold.”
“I see. But doesn’t that contradict with your plead of innocence?”
The blonde laughs lightly and says, “No one’s completely innocent, Suzuki-san.”
“Oh? Then if you’re not completely innocent, what are you guilty of?” the detective asks, curiously, studying the other closely.
“Mm…is it a crim to be this sexy all the time?” Kouyou asks with a smirk.
Akira looks at the suspect seriously and waits for a better answer.
“You have to admit I look quite appetizing, especially with this lovely accessory attached to me,” he adds, lifting his arms up from under the table and showing the handcuffs that bind him, “You know vulnerability or the knowledge of knowing you have the upper between people is arousing.”
The detective sighs, opens one of the folders, and looks over the file. “It says here that you’re guilty of four counts of drug possession, two counts of prostitution, assault of an officer, illegal gambling, driving with a suspended license, attempt of rape, and suspicion of accomplicing a murder,” he reads.
“Oh? Hm…I’ll admit to the prostitution, gambling, and the possible assault of an officer, but do I honestly look like the type to be carrying around drugs or even accompanying a murder?”
“That’s not my place to judge, Takashima-san, but if you admit to the accusation of accomplicing a murder and assure us that we have the right man in custody, then the charges will possibly be lessened by your honesty and assistance.”
“Hmm…I don’t know. I would be breaking the confidentiality contract with my associate if I were involved in a murder. What if he tries to get revenge on me for ratting him out?”
“Then I will assure you my protection during your incarceration.”
“Is that a one hundred percent guarantee on your behalf?” he asks, quirking a brow.
“I wouldn’t lie about something so serious, Takashima-san.”
“I need a pen.”
Akira slips out a ball point pen from his shirt pocket and hands it to the other, then watch him slide the folder in front himself and begin scribbling something on the inside. He looks at the words thoughtfully, before giving back the folder and pen.
“That’s his address. Make sure I stay anonymous as long as he lives or I’ll be in a shit loud of trouble when you release me.”
Looking over the address, the older man nods a bit and says, “Thank you. I’ll make sure there are no slip ups when the police arrest him.”
“Now that I helped you, you can help me,” Uruha says, uncrossing his legs.
“Help you with what exactly?” Akira asks, raising a curious brow.
The blonde smirks to himself, leans over the table, and says in a soft, seductive voice, “Cure my undying lust for you, detective.”
Akira gathers up his files, stands, and replies, “That would be extremely unprofessional of me to do such a thing.”
Kouyou stands up, walks over to the older man, and loops his cuffed hands around his neck, smiling sweetly. He leans in and whispers in his ear, “I’ll do anything you want, Detective Suzuki.” He purrs softly and teasingly licks his ear slowly.
Moving away from the blonde, Akira looks at him and says, “I’ll make sure you have a highly qualified lawyer at your trial. Have a good evening, Takashima-san.” He takes the files and exits the room.
Pairing(s): Uruha x Reita
Band(s): the GazettE
Rating: R
Summary: Uruha finally gets caught and he needs to be questioned for his wrong doings.
Author's Notes: I had fun with this one, so I hope you have just as much fun reading it.
Struggling to break free from the officer’s grasp, Kouyou attempts to elbow the man holding him and yells, “Get the fuck off me! You have no proof I did it!” He wiggles more and tugs against the cuffs being held by the officer.
After walking through the hall, the officer shoves the blonde in the temporary holding cell and quickly shuts the iron barred door on him. He walks away, ignoring Kouyou’s loud growls echoing throughout the room, and go into the office area. He approaches Akira and informs, “We captured the suspect downtown. He’s currently in the holding block and is awaiting questioning.”
“Thank you, officer. Please send him to the room and I’ll be there in a minute,” Akira responds, taking out a couple folders as the officer departs.
A few minutes past and Akira approaches the room, but soon gets stopped by an officer guarding the room’s door. He looks at him and closes the folder.
“Be careful in there. He’s a clever one,” the police officer warns.
He nods, opens the door, and shortly examines the blonde behind the table. He rolls up his sleeves, puts the files down, and takes a sea across from him.
“Takashima Kouyou, you’ve been quite the troublemaker for the past few months. Haven’t you had enough of being on the front page of the news?” Akira begins.
“Wow…you actually know my real name. I’m shocked already,” he teases.
“Well, we do have you on file from previous crimes or do you prefer your alias, ‘Uruha’?” he asks, keeping the atmosphere calm.
A smirk forms across his face and he sits back in his chair casually. “Kouyou is perfectly fine. And what’s your name?”
“Detective Akira Suzuki.”
“Ooh~ That’s a rather sexy name you have there,” Kouyou purrs, letting his eyes take in the other man’s handsome appearance.
Akira clears his throat and opens the folder in his lap, then says, “I’ve noticed that trouble seems to follow you every where you go.”
“Well, I can’t help that. I’m obviously cursed. That’s why you should let an innocent man go,” he attempts to convince.
“Do you really think that I’m that naïve to let you free so easily, Takashima-san?”
“Perhaps, but you do seem more intelligent than every officer who decided to let me go,” he admits.
“So, you admit that you’re guilty of every crime on your record?”
Kouyou smirks, crosses his legs, and responds, “I didn’t say that.”
“Then what are you saying?” Akira quirks a brow.
“I’m saying that your police colleagues are a bunch of dumbasses that hardly deserve the positions they currently hold.”
“I see. But doesn’t that contradict with your plead of innocence?”
The blonde laughs lightly and says, “No one’s completely innocent, Suzuki-san.”
“Oh? Then if you’re not completely innocent, what are you guilty of?” the detective asks, curiously, studying the other closely.
“Mm…is it a crim to be this sexy all the time?” Kouyou asks with a smirk.
Akira looks at the suspect seriously and waits for a better answer.
“You have to admit I look quite appetizing, especially with this lovely accessory attached to me,” he adds, lifting his arms up from under the table and showing the handcuffs that bind him, “You know vulnerability or the knowledge of knowing you have the upper between people is arousing.”
The detective sighs, opens one of the folders, and looks over the file. “It says here that you’re guilty of four counts of drug possession, two counts of prostitution, assault of an officer, illegal gambling, driving with a suspended license, attempt of rape, and suspicion of accomplicing a murder,” he reads.
“Oh? Hm…I’ll admit to the prostitution, gambling, and the possible assault of an officer, but do I honestly look like the type to be carrying around drugs or even accompanying a murder?”
“That’s not my place to judge, Takashima-san, but if you admit to the accusation of accomplicing a murder and assure us that we have the right man in custody, then the charges will possibly be lessened by your honesty and assistance.”
“Hmm…I don’t know. I would be breaking the confidentiality contract with my associate if I were involved in a murder. What if he tries to get revenge on me for ratting him out?”
“Then I will assure you my protection during your incarceration.”
“Is that a one hundred percent guarantee on your behalf?” he asks, quirking a brow.
“I wouldn’t lie about something so serious, Takashima-san.”
“I need a pen.”
Akira slips out a ball point pen from his shirt pocket and hands it to the other, then watch him slide the folder in front himself and begin scribbling something on the inside. He looks at the words thoughtfully, before giving back the folder and pen.
“That’s his address. Make sure I stay anonymous as long as he lives or I’ll be in a shit loud of trouble when you release me.”
Looking over the address, the older man nods a bit and says, “Thank you. I’ll make sure there are no slip ups when the police arrest him.”
“Now that I helped you, you can help me,” Uruha says, uncrossing his legs.
“Help you with what exactly?” Akira asks, raising a curious brow.
The blonde smirks to himself, leans over the table, and says in a soft, seductive voice, “Cure my undying lust for you, detective.”
Akira gathers up his files, stands, and replies, “That would be extremely unprofessional of me to do such a thing.”
Kouyou stands up, walks over to the older man, and loops his cuffed hands around his neck, smiling sweetly. He leans in and whispers in his ear, “I’ll do anything you want, Detective Suzuki.” He purrs softly and teasingly licks his ear slowly.
Moving away from the blonde, Akira looks at him and says, “I’ll make sure you have a highly qualified lawyer at your trial. Have a good evening, Takashima-san.” He takes the files and exits the room.