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@crzynight​ said: “We’re married.” Nao to Yu

“We’re married.” | Accepting

The alarm went off on his bedside table, disrupting him from his slumber. With a soft, sleepy groan, he reached for his phone to shut it off with half-lidded eyes. Thank god he didn’t have to work today. A new teacher would take his place and he honestly deserved a day off. So, he turned around to cuddle his husband and kiss him a few times to wake him up.

Elizabeth had always found it interesting when she came across Yusuke drawing, of course she hadn’t had much practice with that kind of thing herself. Every now and then she’d watched the demon painter as well, finding fascination there as well. 

She figured it natural to want to try as well- he made it look so easy some times. Maybe she could create the images she saw in her head as well. When he mentioned her needing supplies she pulled out her seemingly bottomless coin purse. 

Naoya had asked Philemon what was going on with ol’ Nyarlathotep and.. well he figured he’d go ahead and visit the guy now that he knew where he was.

A gorgeous, spring day couldn’t be wasted twiddling and tapping away at a bright white screen, inside her comfy safe space. Any case work and evidence filing could be put on hold for a few hours. Besides, the blue-haired investigator desperately needed a break away from the small, black text lines and blinking cursor. Even the grumbling gremlin residing in her stomach agreed. 

A satchel on her shoulder, an eager gaze and even more excited appetite awaited the bustling streets and various food stalls. Vivi settled on something meaty, of course being a huge fan of any and all kinds of protein. Mix it together with a helping of veggies and the signature noodles, then her lunch was complete! With the hot goods safely tucked away (although that aroma couldn’t be hidden no matter how hard she tried), the bluenette sought for the right, comfortable place to partake in her delights. Somewhere quiet, serene, but still in the sunlight. Even with a short sleeve shirt and capris, the air held that little bit of a bitey chill. 

The park fit her description! She took off on her roller blades, reaching the park entrance in mere minutes, aside from nearly taking out a distracted onlooker crossing the street. Blame it on their wandering eyes and lacking of attention. Vivi rolled up near one of the benches nestled underneath a blooming tree. Sitting at the other end was a very elegant boy sporting a much darker shade of blue hair. He must not have noticed her, or even heard the wheels rumbling across the pavement, too absorbed in his drawing. So long as it didn’t bother him, this spot would be the best!

Satchel aside, Vivi took the other end of the bench and rummaged in her bottomless bag for her phone. It buzzed every so often during her travel, but here’s hoping it wouldn’t pertain to anything work related. No, just a few headline notifications and news articles. While reading one, she commented quite loudly which piqued the boy’s attention. Blue eyes finally looked his way just as he spoke his own opinion. Here Vivi thought he’d be too focused, nose never leaving that sketchbook or bothering to acknowledge the other benchwarmer. 

She could barely hear him. Not that it was his fault, the little she knew about the whole situation. Some of it was divulged willingly, other bits she just happened to overhear. “Jeez, this kid...” she muttered, though she was far less annoyed than she was disappointed. Some people just needed a little tough love to bring out their strongest sides, but not this kid. This kid, Fujiko was sure, had seen hell.

Not unlike her own upbringing, as much as she wished she could deny it. No one just comes to have a life like hers out of the blue. The best thieves aren’t born, they’re made.

At least her cigarette was mostly gone. Setting the butt in the ashtray, Fujiko left it on the porch, popped a breath mint in her mouth from the container she kept in her pocket, and strolled back inside. There she found Yusuke, bound hands and equally bound voice, glancing around the kitchen for something to appease her. The colors on his bandages meant he was immersed in his favorite and likely only hobby. Goemon, in Goemon’s way, insisted that his nephew looked after himself. Which from what Fujiko could see, was scribbling until he didn’t hurt anymore.

Probably healthier than her own coping mechanisms.

“Look, it’s okay. I’m supposed to stay here, but Lupin never said that here had to be this house,” She winked cheekily. With Goemon off training, that meant Lupin and Jigen had to stake out the nearby construction site. A certain CEO was supposed to visit, someone who had in his possession the various keys to a safe in the nearest city. It wasn’t Tokyo to be sure, but the treasure inside was rumored to be worth several billion yen. Fujiko guessed the guy assumed a less populated place meant fewer interested parties. Still, there was some irony in the thought of Lupin and Jigen spending the day performing manual labor in the hot sun, exhausted and sore all for the sake of a heist while she’d spent the morning in the bath with a magazine. All she had to do was stay away from the construction site: it wasn’t her fault they decided to rob the guy she already hit a few years back who fully swore off women on any of his building projects ever since she’d made off with a stunning sapphire and diamond necklace.

Fujiko chuckled. It was one piece she couldn’t bring herself to sell, at least not yet. It made her light up like a firework when she wore it.

Yusuke was silent in staring at the table in front of him. These people were his real parents? Madarame told him they were dead. He didn't understand. Why would Madarame lie! He wasn't a liar! He was a nice man!