Outside in the parking lot, Yuhi is kissing her neck and running his hands on her sides. She glares at him, but he continues his strange actions. When she felt his hands lifting her shirt, she stepped on his foot.
"Stop being mad already."
"What happened to doing everything together?"
Who on earth did he get into a fight with?
"It happened at the party Sumire. It wasn't one of those fights."
Yeah, she could picture that, but that does not make things easier.
"This is not okay, Yuhi." She interrupted him before he could make up an excuse that she would most likely believe. "I wasn't going to comment about the party thing. I know you're here because of your work. But you should control yourself when you're drinking, stop after a glass or two. You know how these parties are. Two the girls," She shook her head. "They were half-naked Yuhi, even if you weren't sober, surely you saw that?"
"Sorry."
It was only one word, but she understood that Yuhi didn't know what to do either. It wasn't the girls or the alcohol, at least she thought so. But it seemed like that wasn't the case.
A deep sigh crossed her lips and she slumped forward until her head was on his chest. "You have to understand what I am trying to get at here Yuhi."
"I do. My bad." He kisses her forehead softly. "I just wanted to get wasted and forget for a while."
"I don't think this method will help you."
Yuhi nodded. "I agree but it used to work. Get wasted, sleep with random girls, Is that how it was for him before? What a terrible life. She brought her lips to his. "You have me now."
"Right, I have you now, and that's why I am okay these days." He kisses the tip of her forehead again, and this time he mumbled. "What do you want to do? My car is over there."
He looks so needy and desperate for her. Then again, when he called on the phone, it was clear that he was high. "Then let's go there."
Yuhi nodded and led her to the car. The parking lot was dim, and she could hear the sound of the party music from above.
He is kissing her, her head on the seat no sooner did he unlock the door. His hands were all over her, on her neck, stomach, and legs - Yuhi doesn't have three hands. But he sure was moving his two sets of hands since it felt like he was touching her in four or five different places at the same time.
It took her a moment to realize something. "You have a license?"
"Of course I do. I don't ride my bike illegally."
"Well yeah, but..." Sumire looks around. "—this is the first time you brought me to your car."
"So.."
"So, you should do a proper introduction."
Yuhi mumbled how crazy, and he attacked her lips again. Their tongues melted into each other again—his warm tongue on hers, his hands on her shirt. The next second they hear a knock at the door. It was Hino; he rolled his eyes.
"Don't leave your bag there."
"Yes, yes, father, anything else?"
"Use protection."
"Were not—" Sumire pauses and bits her lip. It was hard to say her next sentence considering how Yuhi was all over her a few minutes ago. It seems like she needs a lesson on self-control too. She needs to learn to stop Yuhi.
Suddenly Yuhi threw his bag over Hino's shoulder, he threw himself onto her, and Hino dove aside. It all happened too quickly, in the next second, they hear a large explosion in the direction Yuhi threw his bag at. Her eyes widened, realizing.
Hino stood up and opened the car door. He rubbed his head with one hand and sighs. "So, did you put that there?"
"It isn't one of mine."
"Then somebody else put it. I am guessing they thought Sumire would get your bag for you."
"That does seem like it."
Sumire looks at the two puzzled. "Is this party—"
"A set up by somebody, yeah." Yuhi finished for her. "I thought I would get some information, but instead, it ended up like this."
She thought he was working, doing his normal work. But it turns out he was working hard for her sake again. How many times has this happened already? She needs to get a grip.
Then again, this situation isn't new to her. Back when they worked alongside one another in the delinquent world. Yuhi would work late hours and wake up early. She often questioned when this man slept or if he slept at all. It wasn't until she came here to Tokyo and physically saw him take naps did she think he slept.
"I just don't understand," Sumire mumbled. "Why are they after me, anyway? If it is the thing Ru left behind, I left it behind in Star Town."
Yuhi looks at her and then at Hino, who shrugged.
He dove into the backseat of the car and pulled out some documents. The documents contained pictures of recent deaths/murders that happened in the city in the last few months. "Do you think these victims are connected?"
At that comment, she nodded. "Yes." But as for the actual connection, she would not know until she analyzed it properly herself.
"It is the same with you, you're connected to their enemy leader somehow."
"I don't think—" She is cut off by a large growling sound from her stomach. Sumire tried to put her hand to her stomach to block the noise, but Yuhi had already noticed.
He moved the files from her hands. "When did you last eat?"
Yuhi has not been home for four days, five if she includes today. So it was only normal that he would not know. Lunch? No, that does not seem right. She does remember eating, but that was three days ago - some light porridge when Hino came over to check on her.
She looks over at Hino, who catches her gaze.
"Breakfast two days ago," Hino answered for her.
Yuhi frowns and flicks her forehead. "I told you to eat."
"Then what about you, Yuhi-san?"
"He is eating all the time to the point it annoys people," Hino answered. "Even bringing bags of food to meetings."
She raises her eyebrows to this.
"Well, you told me to eat well." Yuhi nodded.
Uhh, it seems he is taking the words she said to him a bit too serious. Yuhi suddenly pulled out a box from the front seat and passed it to her. "It's just curry, but it should still be fresh."
Sumire opened the box, and immediately a familiar smell hit her. It feels like she has had this before. This is the first time for her, however, to eat Yuhis curry, so it does not make sense for her to feel nostalgic.