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[size=10]Yuuya For the past four months, his apartment had been so sparkling clean, it was bordering on the lines of hospital sanitation. While Yuuya took some time out of his busy schedule to try throw a few clothes in disarray there, or whip up a few dust bunnies to decorate the very middle of the living room, he was finding it more and more difficult to keep up with Erika’s efficiency. But moreso, it was because he was getting deeper and deeper into the web of lies that had been covered up with the girl’s father’s death. With each new layer he peeled back, he found himself becoming involved in the case, whether or not he tried to uphold standards of aloofness. The prospects that this case offered were starting to interest him and he grew more excited every time some information was gathered. Unfortunately though – and it was the only flaw in his excitement – he couldn’t tell Erika. Of course, four months was too long a time to not give her anything, so Yuuya had only divulged a name of someone related to the case, but the wealth of information he had found was locked securely in his computer and his mind. He had made an immediate decision to withhold most things from her until he was sure she wasn’t going to act rashly. As such, since he had told her the man’s name – Watanabe Teruo – he had been watching carefully to see if she was going behind his back and planning some revenge on her own. Strangely, in the back of his mind, he had long since admitted to himself that telling her so little was to protect her in the long run. Who knew he would start to care? [color=#6e0707][i]’Of course I care. Why else would I be here?’[/i][/color] he mused to himself as he sauntered along the street, hands shoved in his pocket as he followed the directions he was given, intentions clear: bother Eri-chan until she comes back. And in smaller font: also investigate the people sticking to her nowadays. Surprisingly he wasn’t dressed in such an offbeat style. The zippers of the checkered jacket hanging about his waist and the ankle high boots clacked quietly as he strolled along. Shoulders hunched, he relished the cold and had worn only a thin white t-shirt on top for that reason. At least the dark-washed jeans that he wore – tucked into the boots – provided enough warmth to keep him from freezing over in spring’s brisk weather. Upon arriving at the only all-girl’s school in the area, he had found the nearest person and asked for a Sakurai Erika. Though she was a freshman, her apparent role as the class representative was enough to garner him some poor directions. He had headed off, already veering off course, and the second person he asked happened to be subdued by his good-looking charms and courteously led him towards Eri-chan’s location. [i]” Eri-chaaaaan! There’s a really handsome man here to see youuuuuu!”[/i] He shuffled forward as what he presumed to be his introduction echoed off down the hall, his head bowed in an attempt at embarrassment. [color=#6e0707]”Oh, please. I’m not [i]that[/i] good-looking.”[/color] He tossed in a light laugh, showing off a cheeky grin. [color=#6e0707]”Thanks for showing me the way, Chinatsu-chan. I wouldn’t have found her without your help. If you ever need a favor, give me a call, okay? Ah, I should give you my phone number.”[/color] He withdrew a hand from his pocket, brandishing a phone. “A” phone, because that was definitely not “his” phone, but Yuuya was way too good at hiding his tracks to ever make an elementary mistake like that. [color=#6e0707]”Add me? Oh, actually, can I add all of you girls? Any friend of my beloved’s is surely a good person. Can’t go wrong adding you guys too, right?”[/color] As he handed his phone to the nearest girl – whose name he hadn’t bothered to ask – he turned to his wife dearest who was crouching on the floor, his arms outstretched to give her a hug. Already aware that the girl would never willingly hug him back, he smoothly stepped forward, wrapping her up in a firm embrace. [color=#6e0707]”I missed you today, Ka-chan. How was your day?”[/color] And softly, in her ear, whispered, [color=#6e0707]”We’ll work this rep thing out later, shall we?”[/color]