ruinous. | daisuke kambe [short fic]
❛ 𑁍 pairing: daisuke x cher
❛ 𑁍 scenario: in a functional scottish castle
❛ 𑁍 warning: innuendos; half-sfw, half-nsfw; a little bit of teasing
he can't seem to take his mind off of her.
he knew that she was under the british demand to commit espionage, but he never anticipated she would go this far.
haru whistled lowly where only he and his companion could only hear. he whispered to no one in particular but to daisuke, saying, "miss holmes looks pretty tonight."
oh, lord... to daisuke, she looked more than just 'pretty'.
cher wore the england colors in her costume - pure, white, long, sleeveless gown with a wide slit that reached halfway up her hips; dazzling ruby earrings; bold and bright sapphire necklace. her hair was styled in chignon and adorned with some snow calla lilies in the crevices.
'god, if you're trying to commit murder, do it where no people would witness my death,' daisuke thought, trying his all hardest and best to look listless, uninterested, and indifferent. his piercing eyes of storm were everywhere but not on cher. never on cher for the second time from the moment she entered.
after all, one glance was enough to know that she had arrived.
right?
haru snickered, but since they were among wealthy, well-mannered, and classy delegates, he did it so discreetly with a 'polite' cough behind his hand. he knew how much daisuke was trying to keep his thoughts in check, seeing that there was something bigger to worry about other than the stylish, amorous fashion cher was wearing.
but you can let someone fry the bigger fish, correct?
"you came early."
the prominent english drawl made daisuke's skin crept with goosebumps. they hadn't seen each for only two weeks (cher went to the country with her father, sherlock; daisuke went back to japan to finish what's left in the bowl of cases the police department failed to clean).
haru eagerly approached the englishwoman, his hand raised to shake her hand. (he taught himself on how to be polite in the western fashion). he had a smile on his face and said, "nice to see you again, miss holmes." he shook her hand warmly and friendly. "and i'm sure daisuke do, too."
daisuke didn't fully turn to her, but he did gave her a side glance.
wrong. move.
since cher was shorter than him (almost more than a foot, to be precise), he had to look down to meet the level of her eyes. no one warned him he would get to meet the sight of her cleavage, too.
fate was being too cruel tonight. too, too, too cruel; too, too, too wicked.
but call it... nature. habit. normalcy.
cher brushed off daisuke's lingering half-glance with eloquent and grace by saying, "i'm sure he is." she cued her english charm, as if there was a limelight suddenly aimed at her, with a half-smile, half-lidded eyes.
ah, the english evelyn nesbit... only she is a detective undercover, in the espionage scenery, not in the modeling industry of any sorts.
"hello, daisuke," cher said politely. "i hope we reconvene our partnership when the flower is unsealed."
haru took notice of the code words and replied, "yes, of course. i shall be of good assistance to capture the person under investigation." he was referring to the viscountess, of course. the treacherous of a viscountess named mortencia eponine of edinburgh.
daisuke, however... his mind steered to the wrong direction and thought of something else other than unearthing the poisonous truth about the crumbling intra-system of the scottish monarchy and aristocracy. his mind, to be precise, steered to the direction of where he could privately be with the picturesque englishwoman - alone in a salacious scenario where he would be the one to unseal a certain calla's flower.
"thank you, haru," cher said courteously. "and, again... call me 'cher'. we are friends, not acquaintances." haru laughed and complied, nodding his head.
daisuke snapped himself out of the terrifying trance. how long had he been in the train of his own filthy thoughts?
there was a finger that lifted his chin up. henceforth, he looked down again to see who did that.
he didn't see a holmes.
"eyes up there." cher poked his nose with her gloved finger. "but mind down here."
'cheeky...,' daisuke thought.
before he knew it, she was gone, flouncing her way to the middle of the elite crowd.
he didn't see a holmes. no, he really didn't. a holmes would have acted otherwise.
stoic. stone. subtle. cold. careful. critical. these are the traits a holmes would have.
he saw an adler instead.
an expert charmer and flirt that could easily unwedge tight-knit person. a little, attractive, and fleeting robin who is light on her feet, quick with her twisted & tricky wits. mettlesome lips, gritty mind - she was branded to advance like a prowling feline.
and damn... would that be the death of daisuke kambe.
