NOVEL WEB Chapter 43: 43
"Emi Sato. 0350-448-392." Yuki whispered, breathing heavy, his gaze flicking between the officer and the floor. "That is the only person I have."
The officer jotted it down in his notebook, then gave Yuki a long, unreadable look. Without saying a word, he stepped over to the desk, picked up the telephone, and dialed the number.
Once.
Twice.
Both times went straight to voicemail. The man's jaw tensed.
Yuki's chest tightened, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. He could sense the growing impatience in the room, the way the officer's lips pursed, the twitch in his brow. "I didn't mean to—"
"Do you think I'm playing with you?" The officer's voice rose sharply, his palms slamming down on the table like a gunshot. Yuki flinched, his muscles tightening painfully under the bruises. "One more chance and you're staying in the cell until tomorrow, kiddo."
"Okay, one more chance. Can you give me a minute to think?"
"You've got one minute." The officer turned to the door, opening it halfway. "Excuse me…" He leaned halfway out of the investigation room and signaled with two fingers to Rei who walked in with some first aid. "He wouldn't confess. Stay and watch him until I figure out why a kid of twenty one has marijuana."
"Kids smoke this days. It's common officer Roger. I will still keep an eye on him." REI nodded her head, saluting to him after he takes his final leave. The door behind her shut and now it was only the two of them. REI had only a skimpy leather short on her lower body and a fully covered shirt on her upper.
She had changed from her doctor attire to her casual clothes. She dropped the medication nylon on the bed next to Yuki, her lips stretching into a smile. "Take two pills before you go to sleep. It will help you ease with the internal muscle and joints pain. You'd have to take it on an empty stomach though, the stations cook went home earlier."
"You must be leaving soon?" Yuki stared at her, unable to focus on her face with his eyes drawing closer to her chest. Despite being in a crazy situation, his abilities to see through women's clothes were definitely active.
"Um, it's a ladies stuff. Officer Roger is a tough man, don't bother arguing. If you deal with marijuana it is better you tell us soon. Your tox screen result won't be out until noon next day. If you—"
"That mother fucker must have slipped it in my bag before ripping it apart. I don't even take cigarettes. What would I even tell you? You can't get me out of here." Yuki hissed, turning his lustful gaze from her chest to the ceiling tiles.
"Well, think boy, I'm out of here. Remains thirty seconds to know who'd come and bail you out." REI weakly motioned from where she stood to the cabinet opposite the bed. She laid the drugs alongside the prescription needed and closed the cabinet door shut.
Meanwhile, Yuki lowered his head, every single person he had ever crossed paths with whether good or bad came to his mind. It was either he didn't know their full name or their numbers weren't coming to mind. From his favorite delivery man, to the parfait chef, then his roommates—which he didn't want to implicate, everyone had one way or the other they couldn't defend him.
Then the name came to his mind.
Aiko...
How could he have forgotten about her?
His head raised at the creaking sound of the opening door.
Officer Roger stepped back inside, his face basked in irritation. He left the door ajar as he took his seat at the desk.
"Time's out, little boy. I have better things to do than babysit delinquents who play dumb. You are an adult, old enough to be in jail by now when caught with hard drugs, but the procedure needs to hear someone testify against that notion. So are you sure you won't let me waste my time ringing a fake contact?"
"I have someone!" Yuki blurted out, pushing himself upright. His heart slammed against his chest as he swallowed hard, then forced the name from his lips. "Aiko Tanaka. Her number is 0422-901-717."
Roger paused, giving Yuki a skeptical look before pulling out his phone again. "Aiko Tanaka?" He muttered, punching in the digits bits by bits giving him more time to change his mind. Well it was too late, the call went through and he pressed the phone to his ear.
The first ring.
The second.
Then a connected beep. "Hello?"
Whatever inhale Yuki had puffed up in his lungs was let out in relief. Roger straightened out in his seat, surprised but also annoyed that Yuki had a chance to get out of here. "Good evening, ma'am. This call is from Senior officer Roger from Shinjuku West Precinct. Are you related to a Yuki Mori?"
There was a short pause from Aiko more like a gasp hearing both a police station name and Yuki in the same sentence on the other end. Aiko's voice came through as slightly hesitant. "Um… yes. I work as a substitute lecturer at his university. Is there any problem?"
Roger's eyes narrowed, asking Yuki to submit us student ID card to crosscheck for any missing dots he forgot to add. When Yuki pointed to the bag already wrapped in a white polythene bag, the officer hissed and continued the call.
"Yuki has been apprehended for involvement in a public altercation. During a routine investigation, we found dozens of packets of marijuana in his possession. We needed to verify a responsible contact."
"...Wait—what?" Her voice sharpened, losing its casual tone. "That can't be right. Yuki… he's barely even late to class. Are you sure?"
Roger glanced over at the bruised, visibly stressed young man before him. "The evidence doesn't lie, ma'am. But if you're willing to come down to the station to confirm his identity and possibly assist with his release, we'd appreciate it."
There was a long sigh. "Give me the address. I'll be there in twenty minutes."
Roger ended the call, eyes still on Yuki. "Congratulations. Someone's actually coming for you."
Yuki exhaled shakily, relief washing off his tensed emotion. He lowered his head, lips parting slightly. "Thank you."
Roger shoved his phone into his pocket. He had this unreadable expression which told Yuki that he wasn't satisfied with Yuki's release. "Don't thank me yet. If she walks in here and changes her mind, you're sleeping on concrete tonight."
He turned to the door, barking over his shoulder. "REI, prep the front desk. Miss Tanaka will be signing in."
REI, who had been casually flipping through a medical pamphlet, gave a thumbs up. "Roger that." The door shut into its shackles again and Rei turned to see Yuki getting dressed. "You are one lucky person aren't you?"
Yuki let out another breath, hands reaching for his clothes wrapped into a fold on the table. The collar was damp with sweat, but he tugged it over his shoulders anyway, wearing it on. Rei crossed the room, "Not so fast," She said, voice softer this time. "You're bruised up, dummy. Wearing a shirt on can worsen the injuries even if there is none. It remains the ointments before I leave."
He hesitated, eyes flicking up to meet hers.
She moved closer, and for a moment, Yuki swore—he swore on everything—that he saw her bite her lower lip—The kind that yelled, 'I'm naked fuck me harder please'
That sort of one a stripper did before climbing the pole.
His breath hitched as she neared closer, the red dots becoming more profusely visible. They were everywhere, her neck, her earlobe, her nipples, her cleavage. Every fucking where.
Without another word, he let the shirt drop again. Rei stepped int, now only inches away, the faint scent of citrus shampoo drifting off her as she reached for the ointment.
From the cabinet, she scooped a fingertip-sized amount onto her index finger, rubbing it between her palms to warm it. "Cold ointment can come in as a shock but by time you'd get used to the sting," she murmured, tone teasing, almost playful.
Yuki didn't respond. He couldn't. He sat still on the bed, watching as her palms finally made contact with his bare skin. The ointment was cool, even with her warming touch.
That shiver that creeps up one's neck when the dick hardens couldn't leave Yuki. His pants tightened up while she moved in slow circles, starting from the bruised edge of his left rib, her hands gliding both soothing and strangely... provocative.
Her fingers traveled up toward his chest, barely brushing the swell of muscle, fingertips dragging lightly like she was painting a map on him with her touch.
He clenched his jaw.
"Still hurts here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as her palm settled just over the bruise across his sternum.
"Yeah…" Yuki managed, his voice husky. "But not as much as before."
Her eyes lifted, holding his gaze just long enough to make his pulse pound harder. Her hands kept moving, a little lower this time, smoothing the ointment across the line of his abs. And then she stopped right above his cock.
"Um, Mr. Mori, Miss Tanaka has arrived..."