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Swindler Chapter 8
Chapter 8. Sort of short, and not too much happens, but I needed to set some stuff up. Enjoy :)
Kurosaki’s jaw hurt from where Koichi had punched him. They hadn’t exactly taken his story well, but Kurosaki was still alive, and the swindler considered that to be a very large plus.
“So what are we doing here again?”
Kurosaki smiled disarmingly at Taisuke. “We are going to sit in this café and watch the police station across the street until we see the officer that you saw at Katsura.
“I still don’t understand how you knew it was me that day. I didn’t even see you.”
“I’ve been doing this disguise thing a hell of a lot longer than you. People don’t notice me any more unless I want them too.”
“Whatever.”
There was a long lapse in conversation before Kurosaki finally said, “Look, I’m not asking you to like me, but you could at least be pleasant.”
“I’ll be pleasant when I find a need. Right now, pleasantries are not a necessity. Oh look, there he is, how convenient.”
Kurosaki grumbled under his breath, but he slipped his sunglasses on, his book bag swung over his shoulder and walked out, confident that Taisuke was following him.
“So besides the fact that this officer is an asshole, why are we following him?”
“I have a friend in the police department.”
“Of course you do.”
“Who says,” Kurosaki ignored Taisuke’s jibe, “that he’s only an asshole when it comes to the both of us, meaning your family and mine. The only person who knows about our past or that we even know each other is Suzuki Taro.”
“So you think this officer is him?”
“He isn’t, but he most likely knows him.”
“So how are you planning on finding out?”
“I’m not sure yet. We’ll just watch for now.”
Turns out, there wasn’t much of anything to watch. Kurosaki grumbled under his breath as they watched him eat his lunch, peruse some magazine stalls, and then buy a coffee before walking back towards the station.
“Great planning, we caught him on his lunch break. Now I know that he chews with his mouth open and likes his coffee black, no sugar.”
“Your sarcasm amazes me.”
“I try.”
“We need to get his phone,” Kurosaki stood, adjusting his sunglasses, “Come on.”
“You mean we’re going to steal it?”
“You should apply to Todai with brains like those; you could get a scholarship.”
“I hate you.”
“I’m sure you do.”
Taisuke wasn’t sure how Kurosaki did it. One minute he was following the officer, the next Kurosaki had the other’s wallet and was walking away nonchalantly like he hadn’t just pick-pocketed a police officer. Well, shit.
“Oi! Let’s go!” Kurosaki snapped his fingers in front of Taisuke’s face.
“Sorry.”
“I know, I’m impressive; admire me at your own risk.”
“I don’t remember Shizuna telling me that you were this egotistical.”
Kurosaki grinned maniacally, “That is because she didn’t know me as Kurosaki, only Kurosagi.”
“That has to be the most confusing bunch of bullshit…”
“Let’s take a look, shall we?”
The man’s name was not Suzuki Taro. Taisuke wasn’t sure if he should be upset or relieved. However, his family name was Suzuki.
“Maybe he’s a relative?”
“Most likely. Let’s go tell your brother.”
Kurosaki handed Taisuke the wallet.
“What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Whatever you want, there’s lots of interesting things in there.”
Kurosaki waited until Shizuna was leaving Koichi’s before confronting her.
“I should scream,” she said when he appeared before her.
“Don’t do that. You haven’t even heard what I have to say.”
“You’re sorry, right?”
“If you like,” Kurosaki grabbed her hand before it could smack, “Just listen. Please.”
“You can’t possibly have anything to say to me than you already have said to my brothers.”
“How can you say that?”
Shizuna turned on him, her face inches from his and Kurosaki felt electricity pour into his veins. “Prove me wrong, then. What is so damn important?”
Her hand grasped tightly in his, he said, “I just wanted you to know that…I didn’t lie about liking you. I…I tried to tell myself that it was just part of the character I was playing but…but I really liked spending time with you and I just…I know you don’t trust me now but maybe…maybe if I can gain your trust back, you can like me again?”
“Kurosaki…” Shizuna closed her eyes, obviously thinking very hard, “Look I…I liked you to but…I…” she let out a mangle of frustrated sounds.
“Is that a good sequence of noises?”
Another sigh. “I…I don’t know.”
“I don’t want you to go back to liking the real estate agent…that wasn’t me.”
“I realize that.”
“Just…give me, give Kurosaki a chance. Please.”
“If you don’t stab us in the back, and if your story about Suzuki Taro is true, then maybe I’ll consider it. Maybe.”
“That’s all I’m asking for, Shi, just a chance.”
Kurosaki’s jaw hurt from where Koichi had punched him. They hadn’t exactly taken his story well, but Kurosaki was still alive, and the swindler considered that to be a very large plus.
“So what are we doing here again?”
Kurosaki smiled disarmingly at Taisuke. “We are going to sit in this café and watch the police station across the street until we see the officer that you saw at Katsura.
“I still don’t understand how you knew it was me that day. I didn’t even see you.”
“I’ve been doing this disguise thing a hell of a lot longer than you. People don’t notice me any more unless I want them too.”
“Whatever.”
There was a long lapse in conversation before Kurosaki finally said, “Look, I’m not asking you to like me, but you could at least be pleasant.”
“I’ll be pleasant when I find a need. Right now, pleasantries are not a necessity. Oh look, there he is, how convenient.”
Kurosaki grumbled under his breath, but he slipped his sunglasses on, his book bag swung over his shoulder and walked out, confident that Taisuke was following him.
“So besides the fact that this officer is an asshole, why are we following him?”
“I have a friend in the police department.”
“Of course you do.”
“Who says,” Kurosaki ignored Taisuke’s jibe, “that he’s only an asshole when it comes to the both of us, meaning your family and mine. The only person who knows about our past or that we even know each other is Suzuki Taro.”
“So you think this officer is him?”
“He isn’t, but he most likely knows him.”
“So how are you planning on finding out?”
“I’m not sure yet. We’ll just watch for now.”
Turns out, there wasn’t much of anything to watch. Kurosaki grumbled under his breath as they watched him eat his lunch, peruse some magazine stalls, and then buy a coffee before walking back towards the station.
“Great planning, we caught him on his lunch break. Now I know that he chews with his mouth open and likes his coffee black, no sugar.”
“Your sarcasm amazes me.”
“I try.”
“We need to get his phone,” Kurosaki stood, adjusting his sunglasses, “Come on.”
“You mean we’re going to steal it?”
“You should apply to Todai with brains like those; you could get a scholarship.”
“I hate you.”
“I’m sure you do.”
Taisuke wasn’t sure how Kurosaki did it. One minute he was following the officer, the next Kurosaki had the other’s wallet and was walking away nonchalantly like he hadn’t just pick-pocketed a police officer. Well, shit.
“Oi! Let’s go!” Kurosaki snapped his fingers in front of Taisuke’s face.
“Sorry.”
“I know, I’m impressive; admire me at your own risk.”
“I don’t remember Shizuna telling me that you were this egotistical.”
Kurosaki grinned maniacally, “That is because she didn’t know me as Kurosaki, only Kurosagi.”
“That has to be the most confusing bunch of bullshit…”
“Let’s take a look, shall we?”
The man’s name was not Suzuki Taro. Taisuke wasn’t sure if he should be upset or relieved. However, his family name was Suzuki.
“Maybe he’s a relative?”
“Most likely. Let’s go tell your brother.”
Kurosaki handed Taisuke the wallet.
“What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Whatever you want, there’s lots of interesting things in there.”
Kurosaki waited until Shizuna was leaving Koichi’s before confronting her.
“I should scream,” she said when he appeared before her.
“Don’t do that. You haven’t even heard what I have to say.”
“You’re sorry, right?”
“If you like,” Kurosaki grabbed her hand before it could smack, “Just listen. Please.”
“You can’t possibly have anything to say to me than you already have said to my brothers.”
“How can you say that?”
Shizuna turned on him, her face inches from his and Kurosaki felt electricity pour into his veins. “Prove me wrong, then. What is so damn important?”
Her hand grasped tightly in his, he said, “I just wanted you to know that…I didn’t lie about liking you. I…I tried to tell myself that it was just part of the character I was playing but…but I really liked spending time with you and I just…I know you don’t trust me now but maybe…maybe if I can gain your trust back, you can like me again?”
“Kurosaki…” Shizuna closed her eyes, obviously thinking very hard, “Look I…I liked you to but…I…” she let out a mangle of frustrated sounds.
“Is that a good sequence of noises?”
Another sigh. “I…I don’t know.”
“I don’t want you to go back to liking the real estate agent…that wasn’t me.”
“I realize that.”
“Just…give me, give Kurosaki a chance. Please.”
“If you don’t stab us in the back, and if your story about Suzuki Taro is true, then maybe I’ll consider it. Maybe.”
“That’s all I’m asking for, Shi, just a chance.”
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and thx for the encouragement!!!!!