Invisible Cuffs Ch. 1/? reitaxruki, aoixuruha, Aoix??, MiyavixKai
Title: Invisible Cuffs
Chapter(s): /?
Author makochi_kun
Beta devilonmybed
Genre: Cop!Reita, Romance, Smut, Angst, Comedy(I try)
Pairing: ReitaxRuki, AoixUruha, Aoix??, MiyavixKai
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Warnings: Language
Disclaimer: I don’t own them sadly.
Summary: Officer Suzuki had a dark past but he quickly overcame it and is living the good life as one of the proud members in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Station. What happens after he pulls over someone feisty who has been having a bad couple of…years?
Comments: My first chaptered fic^^ Please be kind to me. It’s been on my mind forever since I see cops on a daily basis…..and then I was pulled over XD == There will be mistakes. Please comment and give me constructive criticism.
Slamming his hands down on the snooze button to stop the constant beeping; soon after flicking the switch to turn the alarm completely off; the blonde sat up to get ready for work.
Swinging his legs over, Reita rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and headed over to the showers. After cleaning up, Reita swung on the dark blue button down of his uniform over his white wife beater. He pinned his badge onto the left chest pocket of the uniform before he finished buttoning his shirt. Pulling the pants up, tucking in the top before snapping the belt in place. He kept the undone tie hanging loosely off his shoulders while he fixed his hair the best he could for regulations.
That’s the one thing he hated about his job. Reita loved to spike up his hair and show off that bad ass side like he used to flaunt as a “rebellious teenage little shit,” but he couldn't and he loved his job too damn much to just quit because of this minuscule flaw in his career. Sacrifices are a part of living and he dealt with it.
Plus, it didn't mean he was forbidden to ever style his hair. He still did it when he wasn't on the job. Without his uniform, you’d never peg him to be a police officer. With or without the uniform Reita still got it and he knew that as he smirked at himself in the bathroom mirror. Setting the comb down, he headed for the kitchen for some simple toast and put a new k-cup into the coffee machine. After the toaster spat out the toast he ate it plain while dropping 2 cubes of sugar into the coffee. Finishing up the toast he went up to the mirror near the door and finished off dressing his uniform by tying the tie neatly and snapping the nylon belt into place.
Double checking if the belt is fit to regulation, Reita mentally checked off the necessities in his head: handcuffs, keys, radio, baton, CS Spray, taser, flashlight, batteries, gloves, pen, pencil, and lastly his firearm. He quickly withdrew the firearm and loaded it. Switching the safety on before strapping it back onto his heavy belt. Putting his hat neatly atop his head, Reita squared his shoulders and smiled at the reflection because he was proud.
He was so damn proud of himself. Proud that he overcame the past and he’s living the good life now. Awesome career, house, friends, and even a pet. Reita capped the tumbler and cooed at his pet bird, Keiji, “Daddy’s leaving” before walking out of his apartment door and heading for the conjoined parking garage.
Reaching the garage, he smiled at his Mustang before stepping into the red beauty and heading for the police station.
Pulling up to the police parking garage, he gave a quick glance towards his “baby” and hung his keys with all the other fellow officer’s keys.
“Don’t worry Suzuki, I’ll tak good are of that sweet ride of yours.” A short man snickered while leaning on his forearms next to the sets of keys.
“Kyo, you eve thin about going near m keys, you’d be surprised what position I can fuck your boyfriend in in the back seat of your car.” Reita nonchalantly threatened while stepping into the elevator.
Turning around and hitting the third floor button while sipping at his coffee, he watched the smile fade away from Kyo’s face. Barely catching the scowl on his face as the elevator door closed. Smirking into the tumbler cap, the elevator dinged its arrival on the third floor. Reita stepped out and was greeted warm heartily by everyone he passed by.
Going to his desk, Reita couldn't help the smile that painfully pasted on his face. He loved his job too much. Sometimes Reita would have nightmares that this is all a dream and he’s still living in that shitty apartment complex, dealing drugs to keep a roof over his and his moms head. That fear may seem small but it was still eating away at Reita.
Shaking the thought away, he took another gulp of his coffee and resumed signing into his computer. Checking the reports and the routes he was supposed to patrol today, he jot down the addresses quickly and stood to leave for patrol. Tucking his hat underneath his arm and coffee in hand, he headed down the hallway towards the elevator.
Halfway near the elevator a tall dark haired male was getting off the elevator and headed towards Reita.
“Oh for fucks sake, wipe that damn smile off your face Suzuki.” The dark haired male grumbled.
“Well good morning to you too Shiroyama. A lovely Monday morning to ya.” Reita retorted sarcastically towards his long time friend.
“Don’t remind me it’s Monday. No one likes Mondays.” Aoi stated running a hand slowly down his face as he walked towards the smirking blonde.
“I dunno” Reita smacked his lips, “Mondays are enjoyable if…you get laid on the weekends Aoi.” Reita whispered into his friends ear as he passed the male, knowing it was a blow below the belt since the male was in the dog house with his boyfriend.
Quickly dodging the swing of the others hat, he entered the elevator while laughing and hit the button for the basement.
“You son of a bitch! I hope you catch an ST-“ smirking and tipping his hat as his best friend was cut off by the elevator door. Chuckling to himself he stepped out once again into the parking garage and winked at Die who looked over at him with Kyo at the sound of the elevators arrival. Die giggling at the mere action while Kyo growled low, glaring daggers into the back of the blonde’s half covered head.
Hearing the bickering of the couple echo behind him, he approached his 2013 Dodge Charger. He entered the driver's seat and took off his hat and put it on top of the passenger seat while he started up the car. Picking up the car radio, he held the object over his mouth and pressed down on the side button to start reciting the daily ritual.
“Calling dispatch. Car number Z-41, Officer Suzuki Akira of Tokyo Metropolitan Police Station reporting to departure.”
“Copy that Officer Suzuki. Your route has been sent to your mini laptop. Report back to confirm. Over.” The dispatcher replied
Not missing a beat, Reita opened and started up the mini pc built into the car and watched the screen fill up with street numbers.
“Z-41 reporting back screen shows all routes. Over”
“Copy that. Z-41 read back the routes. Over” The dispatcher retorted
Reading back the list on the screen back to the dispatcher, Reita awaited the ‘OK’ to start patrolling.
“Copy that. All routes are matching and are there. Confirmation over. Officer Suzuki you may leave the premises. Over and out.”
Hooking the radio back onto its latch, Reita smiled wide as he drove the cruiser out of the darkness of the parking garage and into the comfortable rays of the morning sun.
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“Perfect!” the short male spat; running his hands slowly through his un-styled black and red hair to ease the building frustration when he rushed out of his apartment room door to find the yellow slip notifying him that his electricity and lights will go out due to not receiving the monthly pay for the bill.
“You know, this bit of information could have been shared with me, oh I don’t know FUCKING YESTERDAY!” he scowled to no one as he crumpled and ringed the piece of paper as if he was strangling someone.
“Assholes!” the man yelled while flinging the creaky apartment door open once more to throw in the piece of yellow paper and slammed the door shut; causing a wave of vibration to go down his apartment hall.
“Will you calm the fuck down Matsumoto! Some people in this complex have night shifts Like me!” the male next door yelled; standing by his door with his hips jutted out and his right hand still on the door handle.
The honey blonde had his hair tied up in a very loose bun on the top of his hair; wearing a oversized white long sleeve, that fell off one shoulder, you could see the tiny piece of baby pink shorts that peeked out underneath the top and then grand be hold, the long smooth legs presenting itself, top to bottom, from the milky white thighs to the bone accented ankles which met the furry white bunny slippers the man wore.
“That’s because the only thing you’re good as is look pretty and be a hole for some old geezer’s dick.” The short male spat at his neighbor.
The honey blonde’s drowsy scowl flashed a glimpse of hurt before fully awakening his anger.
“Well Matsumoto” The honey blonde spat out slowly. “At leas my job, pays well enough for me to not miss any of my bills an still ave enough money left over to buy this coach bag I know you’ve been eyeing for the past week and to always keep my roots retouched unlike your grimy ass.” He finished off as he slammed the door, causing another wave of vibrations to go down the hallway.
Biting the tears back, Takanori regained his composure and scoffed off Takashima’s comment. Locking his door, silently he strapped the scarf tighter around his neck and half his face, passing the “Takashima” nameplate; he gave a good hard kick on the door earning a frustrated screech through the door.
Takanori snickered and resumed walking as he looked down to check his clock. Eye’s widening in shock and fear, he quickly picked up his pace as he descended down the steps two at a time, since the elevator was out of service, and sprinted to his beat up 1996 black Honda Civic hatchback.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Takanori mumbled silently as he ran for his car. Jumping in and after four failed attempts to start the car, he slammed his fists onto the dash and the car roared to life. With the heater being broken he shivered in the cold.
Quickly strapping in his seatbelt, he rolled the window down to rid most of the frost on the window. Leaning out the open window, he grabbed his sleeve into the palm of his hands and made quick work in “de-frosting” his left mirror and part of the windshield of the driver’s side. Ripping out the parking lot, he sped away to his job.
“I can’ believe 'm going to be late. Again!” the man bellowed in the car and shivered while banging on the steering wheels.
“Fuck, I can’t see shit.” He grumbled
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Currently Reita was at a stop light and bringing the tumbler towards his lips to take a quick swig at his coffee, the light turning green. But before he could put his foot on the accelerator, a car from behind rammed into him causing the luke warm coffee too spill on his face down his chin to his chest. Sputtering from the coffee that went down his nose, he glared at his rear-view mirror in utter disbelief and anger.
“Did he just hi me.”
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“Oh dear god did I just hit him?” Ruki asked, as he shrank back into his seat.
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“Who hits me of all cars?” Reita spat flinging the now empty tumbler at the footing of the passenger seat.
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“Oh my fucking God Ruki out off all things to hit” Ruki whimpered and slammed his head on the wheels in shame and embarrassment causing the horn to go off. Quickly raising his head up and to stop the noise. But the noise never stopped. The horn from Ruki’s car kept blaring.
“Ohmahgawd” he shrieked. “Stop. Stop. Stop. STOP! For the love of all things holy please stop! He’s a -“
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“Cop! A fucking cop! Who hits a cop?! And the fucker thinks he can just blare his horns at me to make me move?! OH HELL NO!” Reita leaned over to flick his lights and sound to go off, quickly dispatching his current situation.
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Seeing the red and blue lights had Ruki dumbstruck. Knowing there’s no way out of this situation he whimpered and lowered his head right back onto the steering wheels. His mind going a mile a minute. I’m going to be late. I’m going to lose my job. The bills. The gas. The car payments to this shitty car. I’m going to get a ticket. I can’t afford a ticket! I’m going to go to jail! I can’t go to jail! I’m too damn cute! Can you say “Prison. Bitch.” His thoughts yelling at him loud and clear over the blaring horns, Ruki shrieked and clawed at his hair out of pure frustration and fear. Sniffling, he sagged even more into the wheels. The past two years being pure hell for him. He did not need this right now. He didn’t deserve this.
Ready to pull the white flag out and surrender to the bitterness of life, he started to roll the window down and lifted his head up.
Expecting a fat old geezer to step out and scold him, he did not expect a young blonde to step out. hot oung blonde.
A glint of hope igniting once again in Ruki’s eyes, nothing but mischief in mind, he quickly started a game plan in his head.
Pulling the scarf down he yanked the lipstick from the compartment out and smeared it over his plump lips. Doing a once over in his rearview mirror he smirked to himself.
“Well Matsumoto” He spoke to himself, “You can evade creeps, get ass, and get free drinks looking like this, you think you can evade a cop and a ticket too?”
Watching the uniformed blonde walk over to his window with calculating eyes he murmured to himself, “Fuck yeah.”