Titolo: Miracle maker
Fandom: Free!
Personaggi: Sousuke Yamazaki, Momotarou Mikoshiba
Genere: commedia
Avvertimenti: pre-slash (pre-yaoi?), hint di shounen-ai, in inglese, Future Fish!AU
Parole: 1513
Note: Questa cosa è surreale così come lo sono i mook (e infatti l'atmosfera e il tono sono più o meno quelli, peraltro ho appena letto il mook momotori e sono pienissima d'amore omg XD le storie dei mook starebbero troppo bene nell'universo di Ace Attorney, veramente) quindi non c'è niente di realistico, in quanto storia poliziesca. È cartoonesca, va presa come tale XD cmq è per il COW-T, di nuovo una ship prestata da margherota e Asia per l'esame di fine anno di Tanit. \o\


Around the age of twenty-one, red hair, around one meter seventy, yellow eyes and a slightly darker than average complexion is what he got out of the folder he first got slapped on his desk when this case was shared with him by his colleague Matsuoka with a weirdly fond warning that 'the guy gets under your skin', and the two police officers apparently switched cases because Rin seemed to not be able to take care of this young thief alone anymore.
Sousuke sighs, after a buzz announced him that someone is trying to contact him through the radio transmitter. He was just enjoying a moment of peace and calm in the company of some cup noodles and Cola...
"Yeah...?" he responds lying back against his car's seat.
"Officer Yamazaki! Your friend, the Phantom Otter, did it again!" A suspiciously hyper and yet serious-sounding voice tells him on a background noise of papers being shuffled, some chatter and computer typing. Sousuke sighs at the news, closing his eyes. Right, the burglar who's been escaping the police for a while now with his partner the Phantom Duck (grey hair, around the same age of the Otter's, maybe older from the way they address each other, but slightly shorter than him, very pale). They seem to have drifted apart lately, given that they occasionally pop up alone to rob a bank or steal something precious, even though to him it all just sounds like an act and his theory is that they are still working together.
"Alright, I'm gonna go then," Sousuke replies, looking down at the noodles swimming in broth before sighing and quickly finishing his snack, and then turns the engine on. "Where was he last seen then?" He asks, whipping out his GPS. He does have a tendency to get lost very, very often, but he finally seems to have found a trap that seems to really work for him, as in one that does not make him angry by repeating indications every five seconds and make him lose his focus on the road.

Once his car stops before a tall building with several lights turned off and a crowd of worried people crammed outside and looking up, he turns the GPS off and gets out, then flashes his badge around having people make way for him to enter the skyscraper while the sunlight light gets dimmer and dimmer to the point of almost fading entirely on them. But before, he turns to the people on the street, glancing around at them and glaring at cars honking to get through.
"Stay at a safety distance, the suspect is not dangerous but may pull some flashy tricks. I'm going to try and capture him as safely as possible, but all of you need to be safe and calm," he announces as he always does to the people who look back at him almost stunned, before nodding duteous and leaving room for more police cars to get there. As it seems, today he's been the first to arrive, when usually he gets to the spot he needs to quite late since the streets in this city are so damn confusing!
"They won't catch him anyway, they never do," he overhears someone in the group of spreading people mutter to someone else. He frowns, wishing he could start arguing and that he could deny that accusation, but in all truth he cannot.
He shakes his head, though, and then starts climbing the stairwell, following some more indications he got from the police central and panting once he gets to the roof where, allegedly, the burglar is. How dramatic, he thinks.
"Alright, Phantom Otter, come here and let's get it over with," he growls annoyed and frustrated at never being able to catch the damned thief. Although, of course, he does admire the guy on a certain level. Not only he pulls magician-like tricks, but he actually seems to only steal for elders and poorer people, which... Sousuke really cannot look him down on for. But his job is to put thieves in jail, after all, no matter the reason why they steal. "Don't make me get the gun out," he adds, touching his pistol belt hesitantly.
"Hah! It's you, officer Yamazaki!" A young, chirping voice replies to him in the almost total evening darkness, and Sousuke whips his head around searching with his eyes and squinting. "That sounds a bit dirty, you know," it adds, amused.
"Be a good boy and come with me, c'mon," Sousuke orders, with a confident tone which attempts to hide the frustration in his voice.
After all, he's been after this specific thief for at least two years since it all began, without ever being able to catch him, and people in his department already look funny at him whenever the Phantom Otter gets mentioned.
"Fufu~ you want me to be a good boy? Why don't you ask nicely?" The voice answers from a completely different spot, with a defying tone and a cheeky hint to his voice. Right, he uses magician's tricks to disappear, pop up from nowhere and puts up theatrics to flee the scene. And every single time, he does so at the very last moment, leaving Sousuke and his colleagues with their mouths dry in fury.
Sousuke clicks his tongue, taking his gun out, and walks to the middle of the roof looking around with circumspection.
"Phantom Otter, I have no patience left for you. Next time I see you, I'm gonna shoot," he growls, really not wanting to do that. He barely ever actually shot someone, and he felt terrible afterwards even though he had all reasons to and he never ended up killing the perps. In this case, he never even pointed the gun at the vanishing thief, even though the Phantom Otter escaped him once too many times and frustration is at its highest every time he hears that the young man appeared somewhere and was making a hell of a mess.
"That's scary, officer Yamazaki! Guns are no good," the thief's voice comes at him, now suddenly whiny. "Besides, I'm only doing a favor to a lady! She told me she doesn't have any money and doesn't want to ask her brother... you should see how cute she is!"
Huh? So the Phantom Otter is doing this for someone he likes, clearly.
"I don't care what or who you're stealing cash for," Sousuke growls with a weird, sharp pang to his chest. "Give it back, do your time and stop robbing banks."
"But officer Sousuke, she's in misery..." the young voice says again, this time sounding closer. "I can't just let a cute girl cry like that!"
"Aren't you a gentleman," Sousuke scoffs in a mocking tone, still looking and whipping his head around each time he receives a reply. So big and so threatening and yet you can't even think about shooting the guy, he scolds himself looking down at the pistol he's holding and his white gloves. What a sucker, Yamazaki.
The thief seems to think so as well, because the next moment he appears all of a sudden in front of Sousuke himself, grinning and brushing his fingertips against the man's chest, and then sighs.
"It was a pleasure meeting you again, but I have to go," he hums softly, and if it wasn't already dark Sousuke would be able to make out all of his features... but he does manage to tell the shape of the Phantom Otter's face and his expression, from how close he is. He wears a mask, but there is definitely something in the sharp yet soft shape of his face that Sousuke looks at and defines 'adorable' despite himself, in his thoughts. And then of course he scolds himself inwardly - 'what are you thinking such things for, you dumbass, just arrest him!' - but the moment he finally moves his hands, a soft kiss gets popped on his cheek, and then the brief contact they had disappears in a sudden flash of light and a loud booming sound, then a sulfur smell spreads in the air around him.
Sousuke blinks confused, standing in the middle of a bank's roof in the dark, and holding on his gun.
He sighs, defeated, dreaming once again, as usual, of grasping the damn kid and pushing him outside in handcuffs. But when he looks down, in the stairwell's lights, he notices there's a rose stuck in his gun's muzzle hole. How corny, he thinks before blinking.
"How did he do that...? And is this a red rose?" He mutters, taking it out. He's not an expert in flowers and their meanings, but he knows there's admiration and respect and probably even love in that message. "Is he making fun of me?" He adds then, louder, before blushing a little and shaking his head. "Stupid kid, I'll get you next time."
But then he thinks with a sigh and a little smile that Matsuoka was right: the guy really did get under his skin in the end.