Nothing but heart

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This is for @flashfictionfridayofficial : A Form of Distraction #FFF228

and @fluffbruary : Duvet.

Fandom: Kamonohashi Ron no kindan suiri/Ron Kamonohashi’s Forbidden Deductions

(Beware of possible spoilers)

Oh, how things had changed.

Ron’s momentary attention was focused on the ceiling’s pattern. Working out the intricate mud-coloured woodwork that turned pitch black in the middle of each square that had been the choice of his grandparents when they used to live here suddenly fascinated him in spite of knowing this place since his childhood. Bless their hearts for that. The lone ceiling fan was installed a year before his mother decided to embark on traveling the world. Living in England for most of his life, she saw to it that he never broke contact with them, insisting that he returned to Japan every summer vacation.

There was a faint rustling movement on his right, he glanced at the brown hair that belonged to a young man next to him, the police detective Totomaru Isshiki covered in his blue duvet. He didn’t forget that he was there. Not at all. He was aware that Toto stayed.

Ron turned around and gathered the sleeping man in his arms. Who would have thought that after five years practically living like a hermit another person, a warm body was next to him, willing to be with him? Toto moaned, but his eyes were still closed. Exhaustion took him over after the revelation and danger of the Auberge case. The police officer suffered minor burns, a scratch on his left cheek marred his almost perfect face. And him? Ron thought he would die, and the case was his last deduction. Toto, the ever loyal, came back for him. Lying on the floor of a burning luxury hotel, the brown-haired man told him to get his shit together. But there was no way out, the fire engulfed the whole building. That was the moment they decided to die together. Toto stayed and the rescue team arrived like in a dream.

Apologies, Toto, you don’t know how happy you’ve made me.

What Ron didn’t realise was that in those days of voluntary isolation, he was utterly convinced that he would live and die alone. As a result, his own mother gave him an ultimatum, reckless and selfish, she’d only visit him if one of them was on the verge of sickness or death.

He glanced at Toto’s sleeping face, surprised that the man, only three years older than him and a stranger from a year ago, had become his no. 1 supporter, his wall to lean on.

Toto hugged him back, placed his head on Ron’s neck.

This is a great distraction for tomorrow there is no turning back.

He needed strength to fight the opponent, who finally had shown his fangs ready to strike. Now that Toto was included on the equation, he must think and act double time.

Ron closed his eyes and joined his partner, peaceful for now.

~ fin ~

* pics are from “Derail”

by swimmingwolf59

Isshiki and Ron tell all of their friends that they recently started dating. However, to their shock, everyone already seems to know…

Words: 4214, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 鴨乃橋ロンの禁断推理 | Kamonohashi Ron no Kindan Suiri | Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective (Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Isshiki "Toto" Totomaru, Kamonohashi Ron, Amamiya (Kamonohashi Ron no Kindan Suiri), Monki Chikori, Kawasemi Omito, Usaki Mofu, Spitz Feier

Relationships: Isshiki "Toto" Totomaru/Kamonohashi Ron

Additional Tags: Humor, Fluff, Established Relationship, Canon Compliant, slight spoilers up to the end of the plateau auberge serial murders case

pencil drawing some scene in rkdd episode 11.

Still planning to do a one page fanfic comic

Karaoke love

This is written for @flashfictionfridayofficial with the prompt #FFF238 Take my hand and for @fluffbruary February 2 prompt : engagement | scent | jam

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Beware of manga spoilers for the latest chapter. This is exactly 1000 words. I was totally into it at the end. I hope the ending makes sense. Heh!

Toto takes a shot from his whiskey glass, easing himself up. It’s his turn to sing. The screen monitor shows the song that he’s chosen awhile back. The truth is his singing is only confined to the four corners of the flat and his shower cabin in Asakusa.

Ron mentioned once that his love for singing in the shower is one of the rare times when Toto lets himself go apart from his innate resoluteness. But come to think of it, Ron didn’t say much about the quality of his singing voice, Toto has only been just self-conscious ever since that incident that he never sings anymore whenever he stays at Ron’s apartment.

Who suggested going to the karaoke bar anyway? Ah, it was Kawasemi-san. Today is the last day that he’s going to be in town and coincidentally his birthday that for all intents and purposes, Dr. Mofu asked him what else he wanted to do in Tokyo before going back to Aichi.

They rent a private room at the Karaoke Kan in Shibuya. The shop became famous when it was featured in a Western film in the early 2000s about two Americans, who found each other amidst the backdrop very alien to them: from food to cultural references. The premises have become a Mecca for tourists.

The whole gang is here. Amamiya, who tags along these days, and Dr. Mofu didn’t have the time when they went to Kamakura for sightseeing two days ago. So, they made sure that they were present this time around before sending Kawasemi-kun back to Nagoya. The only one who’s missing is Spitz, who cannot leave London at the moment and is disgruntled with a dash of envy in his body when he finds out their plans.

“Ack, Tototo! I am going to miss your performance. Ron-kun says that he has a rock ‘n’ roll singer living in his house.” Toto laughed when he heard this.

Should Toto stand up?

An arm gathers around him, as if grounding him. While the hand holds his shoulder, firm and yet tender. Toto turns to his left; Ron’s blue eyes confront him. Relax.

“Y-yeah…” Toto has calmed down a bit.

The first notes of a raunchy electric guitar surge, he poses to belt out the text that flashes on the screen.

“I'm an alligator/ I'm a mama-papa comin' for you / I'm the space invader / I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you / Keep your mouth shut … Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe … Press your space face close to mine, love / Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!”

His friends are fired up, hooting at the way Toto playfully sings a David Bowie song. Chikori-kun’s admiration skyrockets to 200 per cent. Her eyes scream of glowing stars. Kawasemi kun sings along. He knows it by heart and has been a Bowie fan. He’s so glad that Toto made a little research about him. Dr. Mofu’s face breaks into a giggle as she stops conversing with Amamiya, who cannot stop smiling. Toto, gyrating before her very eyes, has transformed into another person. And Ron? He’s looking at Toto with his hungry eyes, his hands won’t stop rubbing his thighs clothed in loose jeans. He then places his right hand into his pocket and reaches for a small box inside, feeling glad that he hasn’t lost the engagement ring.

You deserve all the good things in the world, Toto!

As the Tokyo police officer hits the end notes, Toto bows to the delight of his friends clapping and whistling on his way.

“Thank you so much!”

Ron hands him a glass of water and half-hugs him when he’s already seated.

“You did well, Toto!”

Toto mouths his thanks as he downs another glass when the next song starts to play. Chikori kun can’t stop herself from gushing when he notices that Ron stands up.

Oh, he’s next. Toto is darn curious now. He knows that Ron can sing really well as expected of him.

“Wise men say / Only fools rush in / But I can't help falling in love with you / Shall I stay? / Would it be a sin / If I can't help falling in love with you?”

All of a sudden, the whole room turns quiet. No one claps, nor whistles. As if a magician does his trick enchanting the audience. Everyone is glued watching Ron does his interpretation of a popular Elvis Presley song.

Toto is fastened on his seat, mouth agape. Ron is looking at him, his intentions are clear. His heart beats faster, aware of his surroundings and the four sets of eyes that are focused on them.

“Take my hand / Take my whole life, too / For I can't help falling in love with you…”

Ron sits next to Toto and seizes his hand. He begins to speak.

“I am glad that our friends are here to give me support and witness the promise I will say here today. Too bad that Spitz isn’t around but he already knows my plans.”

Toto’s face is red now not because of the alcohol but specifically because of Ron, who is in front of him, who is now removing an object from his pocket.

“Toto, I know that it is all so sudden. But, after all the things that happened between us, I believe that there is an understanding that we can’t live without each other and instead prepare to die together if we are faced with a choice, are you willing to be my partner for life? Will you marry me?”

Toto’s mouth quiver, why hasn’t he never thought that this day will come? Ah, that’s why he can never be as good as Ron when it comes to sleuthing.

He then grabs Ron’s face and in front of everyone kisses Ron, his fiancé. Without remorse nor embarrassment while their friends say their congratulations.

“Yes!”

~ fin ~

The one and only

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This is written for @flashfictionfridayofficial with the prompt #FFF 232 Among any option and @fluffbruary December prompt: let go | ring | lightning | set sails in the sunset

Fandom: Kamonohashi Ron no kindan suiri/Ron Kamonohashi’s Forbidden Deductions

Things had changed ever since Toto met Ron. Or, the forbidden detective had always had the latent sense of style that was unleashed after five years of self-imposed isolation. The police officer realised that Ron was fond of wearing beaded trinkets now. The leather necklace that adorned his neck highlights his 96 scar. Toto couldn’t help looking at it. In fact, he was mesmerised by it.

Ron, in turn, sensed the effect of him wearing these ornaments with the way Toto’s face flustered whenever he caught him looking.

Toto, out of whim, bought the set of leather beaded necklace and bracelet when he was briefly in Aichi a week before Ron’s birthday. Kawasemi-san would have wanted the police officer to stay a few more days but Toto explained that he didn’t want to miss his friend’s 24th birthday celebration.

Scouting for possible souvenirs on a spring sunny day in Aichi, he ended up walking along the long line of shops selling mostly menswear items when he saw a couple of youths loitering around an imbiss across the street. One of them was obviously a mixed race. It made him turn his head twice. The particular man, tattooed and bejewelled, had the same pair of blue eyes and the bushy black hair that changed bluish when reflected in the sunlight. It was Toto’s Eureka moment.

The older police officer was not happy. He knew he should let go. Toto would never betray Ron Kamonohashi.

“I would love to see you again, Isshiki. Preferably sooner and outside of our jobs. However, it is probably moot to convince you to do that. Likewise, temporarily replacing Yamane for the time being…”

Toto shook his head. It was true that he admired his superior’s unique talent, also he didn’t look bad at all. He could ensnare anyone he fancied. But among the options Toto had, which was not that many, he already found his one and only. The question remained if his feelings were also requited.

When the police officers said their goodbyes at the train station platform, with Kawasemi-san’s downcast eyes and melancholic smile, he shook Toto’s right hand and asked not to forget him. Toto said yes and boarded the train going to Tokyo.

What Toto started became Ron’s hobby. He now had an awful lot of collection of accessories that he mixed and matched with his outfit.

“I love them, Toto. You have a good eye, surprisingly, for these things,” said Ron. “You don’t know how happy they made me.”

“I am glad,” Toto laughed nervously.

They were seated on the futon floor when Toto felt Ron’s hand touch his shoulder. It slipped upward striking his nape, and ended up toying with his undercut. Toto shivered, he couldn’t help closing his eyes, wasn’t even aware that he let out a moan.

How strange the universe is. How fickle. Last year, Toto didn’t know that Ron Kamonohashi ever existed. He must send Kiku-san his personal thanks. Perhaps Toto should ask his Oma if she could help him bake her own rendition of Sacher Torte. Kiku-san had a sweet tooth after all, his sweets addiction was well-known in the whole department.

The hand exploring his head stopped and it now landed on his face. Toto opened his eyes. Ron was smiling. His eyes shone the bluest of the blue.

“Will you stay here again tonight, Toto? Found a trick to make that hamburger steak blend in with kuromitsu and red wine.”

“Uh, yes, sure…I-I don’t mind you soaking food with brown sugar at all,” the police officer replied, grinning now.

“Good. I always prefer you here next to me. So, come, Toto!” He gave his hand to his friend and pulled him up. Their hands not letting go. Both satisfied, they headed to the kitchen.

The police officer, red on the face, was delighted to hear the answer to his question. His heart was now full.

~ fin ~

* Was inspired by Akira Amano’s illustration of RonToto from her The Characters series

The girl next door

For @flashfictionfridayofficial #FFF230: Fool me once prompt

Fandom: Ron Kamonohashi no kindan suiri/Ron Kamonohashi’s Forbidden Deductions

Note: Got inspired with Ron Kamonohashi voice actor Youhei Azakami’s costumes the other day. What if Ron Kamonohashi dressed up like that for a disguise? All mistakes are mine.

The girl had a pretty face. She was taller than an average Japanese woman. From Toto’s point of view, her long, straight black hair styled in braids with even fringes matched the eyeglasses that shaped her oval face and shapely lips dipped in rouge. Her school uniform suggested that she was probably attending the renowned private school for girls in Minato Ward. Truth to tell, he never had once encountered Ron’s tenants except for Dr. Mofu, who returned to her own flat three weeks ago. Toto waited until the young woman was already inside the building. At 27, he was still awkward toward the opposite sex, unless he had to deal with them professionally.

After counting until 10 using the car to take cover, Toto then walked toward the Maison du Kamonohashi and trailed the stairs to his friend’s flat. “Ron, are you in?” He called in after buzzing the bell three times. On the door hanged the ubiquitous“Manager’s Office” signage. No answer. A few minutes later he heard rustling from the other side of the room. “Ron? You told me to come,” the police detective called out again. Nothing would prepare Toto for a big surprise when he realised who opened the door. It was the young woman he saw coming in to the building. “Hello!” Her high-pitched voice hit Toto like a whiplash. “Ah!” Toto quickly recovered. She was more beautiful closer. Her icy blue eyes reminded him of his friend’s, which were now freed from the glass frame. Ron never informed him of a younger sister, didn’t he? “I-i-i-is Ron here?” Stammered Toto, beads of sweat began to run on his forehead. The young woman arched her left eyebrow, smiled mischievously. Her full lips reminded him of a certain someone, who was not in the room, apart from those eyes. “He sent me a text saying he needed some help,” Toto mustered the words more coherently. “Yes, he did. He wanted your opinion on a particular case,” replied the woman, who guided him to the lounge area to take a seat. Toto chose the red armchair he always sat on. She then positioned herself in front of him and began to lift up her skirt and slightly bending her knees as if to pay a curtsy to an aristocrat. As soon as she stood up, her fingers began to untie the ribbon on her chest, then proceeded to unbutton her blouse. Toto’s eyes went bigger and wondered what the hell was happening. The police detective noticed that she was wearing a grey camisole. “I-I-I a-am not … what this is…” Surely there had been a mistake. Toto tracked the woman’s hands attempting to remove her undershirt. The skin-toned brassiere was suddenly on the floor. What???? Toto couldn’t help closing his eyes. He was still on duty and there in front of him was a beautiful lady. Whatever this was he was not prepared for it. “Relax, Toto, this is going to be as swift as possible!” His friend’s familiar voice echoed in the four corners of the room! The laughter was imminent. “Ron! You!!” Phew! There was both relief and disappointment in Toto’s sigh. “Only tried to fool you once Toto. I just wanted to gauge your reaction. You were never like that with Chikori-kun,” Ron explained. “Ron? But why?” Toto couldn’t help asking the reason of Ron’s disguise. “I noticed your reaction the other day when we watched a TV program featuring those idols wearing schoolgirl uniforms. So I made an experiment,” Ron smiled. “Don’t worry, Toto, no harm done.” Toto was speechless. He really thought the young lady was real. “Ack… I thought she was your young sister.” “Was she beautiful? Was she your type,” asked Ron curious now. “She was. But only because she reminded me of you,” Toto admitted his feelings.

“Ah! I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” Ron held his friend’s hands, who tapped it away, still upset. “Idiot,” Toto smiled back, his anger melting away.

~ fin ~

The breakdown of a heartache

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Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial using the prompt #FFF236 Fight or Flight

Fandom: Kamonohashi Ron no kindan suiri/Ron Kamonohashi’s Forbidden Deductions

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Ron needed some air.

Yes. Outside of this room preferably. Away from Totomaru Isshiki. Away from the madness he called love. How did he let his emotion, this sentiment, enter his mind and body? How did it utterly defeat him, rendered him helpless? This was the reason he didn’t care for anybody more than five years ago. Back then, love, let alone friendship, was an alien concept, a word that should not be entertained because it didn’t have any place in the world of deduction and logic. It was a burden, a load to carry. Alone is what I have, alone protects me. He was on the top of the world until the Bloody Training Incident destroyed his future.

But this seemed worse than anything he had ever experienced. The realisation that his beloved Toto slept with Kawasemi was too much to bear. He didn’t see this betrayal coming. He wasn’t expecting this disloyalty from his friend and lover. Was he so blind all along, his affection toward one person clouding his perception? This wasn’t him, was it? Did Toto use him? So many questions left unanswered. Right now, he wanted to punch someone or something.

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“Y-you and Kawasemi were having an affair? When did this happen?”

“It was not really a relationship per se. It was only physical, but he told me that he loved me, and I couldn’t accept it because… of you.”

“I am not lying if I say that I don’t understand all of it, Toto… you and Kawasemi were seeing each other but you never loved him because you love me?” Ron touched his forehead, closed his eyes and let out a sigh. “How long did it last?”

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Six months. It was longer than their own romantic entanglement, which made Ron want to beat himself up. It was not that long ago when he and Toto agreed, albeit silently, like a pact, that there was more to their friendship. It just happened. In Toto, he found a kindred spirit. They found themselves kissing after Ron almost lost Toto again in one of those dangerous cases where Ron drove the culprit to kill himself and Toto would just dedicate his life to save another and exonerate Ron of murder.

Like a cornered prey, he ran away in one of the many empty rooms of Maison du Kamonohashi. Curled on the floor, he was reeling from the earlier strange conversation. Studying the ceiling, he felt attacked and very exposed.

If one would look at it from the outsider’s point of view, Toto cheated on Kawasemi with him. He slapped his face and rubbed his eyes trying to stop the tears from falling. He refused to cry. No. He would never cry from such a trivial thing. But why then did it hurt so much? He knew the answer but refused to acknowledge it. He touched his chest wanting to trace where the imaginary pain originated but gave up.

Then he closed his eyes, breathed from his nose, counted until a hundred, and repeat the whole process. Over and over.

Perhaps tomorrow would be better. Perhaps tomorrow the rational mind would return and judge the situation devoid of feelings.

Ron could only hope.

~fin~

* I might have portrayed Ron K as OOC here.

Here’s where the story ends…

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This is written for @flashfictionfridayofficial with the prompt #FFF234 How It Ends. The title is from The Sundays’ song with the same title.

* Decided to expand this story into a heartbreaking Toto/Kawasemi-san affair that will devastate the three: Toto, Ron and Kawasemi. I am certain that Toto will choose Ron, but Ron, he wouldn’t take this sitting down. It is becoming a project.

Fandom: Kamonohashi Ron no kindan suiri/Ron Kamonohashi’s Forbidden Deductions

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“How beautiful are entrances, compared to exits!”

(Herakles, by Euripides, tr. Anne Carson)

The clock struck at half past three in the early morning as the Shinkansen surged to reach Tokyo metropolitan area. In less than two hours, it would be dawn.

Seated all by himself in the seventh row inside Carriage No. 14 was Toto, who looked at his reflection in the glass window. What he saw was someone he didn’t know; someone whose reputation was questionable.

Thoughts of his superior and his friend bogged down his brain. Never had he been so preoccupied with the matters of the heart until now.

In his mind’s eye, he could still see Kawasemi’s downtrodden face at the restaurant and later, on the bed he momentarily shared with the older police investigator. Defeated and forlorn. All because of one Totomaru Isshiki.

Busy with his thoughts he noticed that he was not particularly alone in the carriage. There was a mother and daughter, a bubbly three-year-old girl, seated on the first row and a lone female tourist seven rows behind him.

Toto wore his eye mask and blocked the little girl’s noise by putting on his earplugs. The overhead lamp of the train suddenly offended his eyesight. He recounted the events that happened before he and Kawasemi said goodbye at the main train station’s platform.

After he told the Aichi police officer about his decision, he’d like the earth where he was sitting to swallow him.

“So, this is the end of the road, Isshiki, for us,” Kawasemi lamented. His voice cracked beneath the composed façade of his.

Toto couldn’t spare to look at his superior after his declaration that he took his clothes with him and dressed up at Kawasemi’s big posh bathroom. The flat was located in the center of Nagoya.

When Toto left him alone, the older man who had never smoked in his entire life, had the sudden urge to just stick a cigarette between his lips and inhale it to calm his nerves.

If Toto were a different person who was not in love with his best friend, perhaps, he’d give Kawasemi a chance and be contented with it. Why did he, in the first place, allow himself to be swayed by his weakness, that is, the call of the flesh to sleep with his superior?

It was sheer panic, of course. The fear of losing Ron once he would tell him what he really felt about the forbidden detective. Then came Kawasemi along who at first was unreachable, a living legend among his veteran colleagues when Toto started in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police’s Investigation Division 1. The same Kawasemi-san who he always admired from afar, the model police investigator whose professional success was suddenly halted when he lost his trusted assistant, but now got his groove back.

“You are the only one who let me realise my folly, Isshiki,” Kawasemi confessed the first time he brought Toto to his flat.

He could still remember the day when he disagreed with him during the hand collector case without hesitation, told him openly how wrong it was to treat Yamane and his colleagues using the magic of his tweezers. True, Toto’s words clipped his wings and pierced his heart, but he also fixed them because he showed his true colours, according to the Aichi police officer. Did he really? Somehow, Toto was not even sure of that.

He was goddamn tired, but sleep was elusive. There was no use even looking outside to marvel at the landscape as everything was pitch black. The guilt nagged at his thoughts. But his affair with Kawasemi was over. And for that he was relieved. Once and for all, he had to tell Ron what he was truly feeling. He glanced at the wrapped birthday gift in his shopping bag.

Less than an hour and he would already be in Tokyo. Not long now.

~ fin ~

The snowball fight

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Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial with the prompt #FFF235 Little Pink Houses

Fandom: Kamonohashi Ron no kindan suiri / Ron Kamonohashi’s Forbidden Deductions

* Saw two men playing on the street throwing snowballs at each other and suddenly I had the urge to write a RonToto fic situated in London after they visited the Scotland Yard’s Crime Museum. They looked like they were having fun these two… then the taller one attacked the other and they vanished. Got carried away as the word count surged to 995!!! (Beware of the spoilers if you don’t or haven’t read the manga.)

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There are six different ways to describe snow in Japanese, thought Toto. Of all those six, the sight of snow-covered streets reminded him of the untouched yuki-boshi. He grabbed a handful of lily-white snow from someone’s hood of a car and like a ritual began to mould it in a way Toto knew by heart as a small child in Tokyo.

The reminiscences brought a smile to his face, but right now he couldn’t be much happier spending New Year’s Eve in London with none other than Ron. It was not on Toto’s bucket list more than a year ago, yet here he was in the UK capital enjoying the sights with his friend, discovering its nooks and crannies away from the touristic places.

Accompanying the forbidden detective had been natural now for the Tokyo police officer after all what they had been through. To witness his friend donning a toga to officially graduate from the BLUE Academy was already a privilege.

The gruelling events in the late October at the cruise ship and the murders that followed were enough to be a good excuse to stay away from Japan at the moment, to give them the chance to heal from physical wounds and mental exhaustion, thus, to be alone together far away from his hometown.

Toto couldn’t help asking himself the real score between the two of them, but somehow there was something that was hindering him to take action.

It was only 4:45 pm, but already dark when they left the New Scotland Yard’s Black Museum. The snow on his black gloves started to melt. Ron looked at him fondly and was still shaking from excitement of meeting some of the Scotland Yard staff members that he learned to know as a student at the BLUE.

The immaculate white flakes blanketing the whole city still fascinated Toto even if he was already in his early 30s. The streets that they walked turned magical. Strange that the weather stopped the outpouring of a crowd where they were. They were almost alone except from one or two bystanders.

“Come to think of it, I don’t think it is more different than in Tokyo. My grandmother sent me pics from their balcony. The whole landing was full of snow as well,” Toto showed several pictures taken by his grandma.

“Whoah those!” Ron just exclaimed.

Toto wondered what made his friend astounded.

The image of little pink houses emerged from his view that he himself was dumbfounded seeing the landscape.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Toto said. The images were taken during the sunset. The reflection of the sun’s weird angle against the fresh snow decked on the roofs rendered the whole scenery with a pinkish hue.

Ron happily glanced at it again only to smack Toto’s face with snow. It took the police officer by surprise, but he was ready to avenge himself.

“You devil!” Toto scooped more snow from the parked cars and threw them nonstop at his friend who did the same thing.

Soon enough there was a barrage of flying snowballs in the air to and fro. The two behaved like children and the almost empty streets of London became their oyster.

Ron then got a hold of Toto’s coat collar and without further ado kissed him full on the lips as he poured bits of snow inside his shirt.

Stunned both from the amorous action and the cold temperature that engulfed Toto, removing his gloves, he then gripped Ron’s face to ultimately kiss him back. To hell with the melting ice running down his spine. The world stopped as Toto sucked Ron’s tongue and licked the insides of his mouth.

Laughing, Ron struggled to let go as he dragged Toto to an alley where no one could see them at all. Leaning on the abandoned store window, he then proceeded to kiss Toto again whilst taking off his scarf then lifted Toto’s shirt wiping away the wetness on his friend’s back.

After the initial contact, the younger man caressed his friend’s cheeks and kissed his forehead, nose, ears, the top of his head and back to his lips again.

“Apologies, Isshiki-san, it is taking you so long to get your act together.” Ron whispered, his voice two octaves lower than usual. His long hands travelled from Toto’s neck down to his lower back that made Toto shiver.

“Cunning devil…” Toto could only say as he smiled and gave in to Ron’s tender hands.

“So that settles the score, ne?”

Toto nodded and placed his head on Ron’s chest. With the forbidden detective’s fingers behind Toto’s back, Toto wished they could stay like that forever away from the madness of the M Family and gruesome crimes in Japan. But he knew that it would make his now lover sad and useless. Ron loved and lived for sleuthing, puzzles and crimes.

His phone beeped, a message incoming.

Toto searched for his left pocket where his iPhone was.

“Not yet, Toto…”

The messenger was insistent. Ron loosened up his hold on Toto so the latter could maneuver his hand.

“Oh shit! It is Spitz! He and his companion are already at the pub,” Toto couldn’t stand it when he forgot something, but on the other hand, he couldn’t pass up this moment with Ron.

“Ack! Oh well, we must take our leave, I guess…” Ron didn’t give any sign of moving at all.

“It is Spitz, Ron. He promised us to give more information concerning the M Family,” Toto looked at his friend-lover, who reached for his nose to stroke gently.

“Ron, we have to go now.”

“All right. But remember, we aren’t done here yet,” Ron seized Toto’s hand and placed it on his crotch. It made Toto’s eyes bulge.

“Oh my god, I created a monster…”

“Heh,” Ron showed Toto his winning smile.

Ron and Toto then tread the path leading them to Soho holding hands to meet up with their friend.

~ fin ~

His favourite Idiot

Another entry for Fluffbruary 2023 with the prompt : tenderness, Day 12. Tagging @fluffbruary for your consideration. It is rated mature

“What if we lie down right now, Toto? That would be splendid.” Ron took off his shirt and covered both of them with his blanket. Turning on his side, he held Toto’s chest and continued to lave his neck, then proceeded to give him small pecks on his cheeks, lips and to his light brown hair.

Toto’s round eyes grew bigger not expecting this kind of physical intimacy from the aloof amateur detective. His head spun. When Ron began to lick his right ear, it tickled. Toto was on the verge of escaping the onslaught, but Ron was spooning him now, holding him tightly. It felt so good, yet he was conflicted that whatever the private detective was going to do next, Toto couldn’t, wouldn’t, be able to say no to it anymore. He was thankful that he couldn’t see his face like this: sweating and blushing.

Read the rest on AO3.

A huge thanks to Andy @clouds-of-peach for beta reading and being accommodating. And to D @thatmysterywriter for the lookover.

“Kilometres it seems as he comes across the fields of rice where patient water buffaloes are waiting for their masters. His burner phone starts again to vibrate. In fact, it has been vibrating ever since this morning. Like a wilful child, he decides not to answer it at all.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… fuck me!” Cursing is not particularly stored in his vocabulary, but at this moment, cursing at himself seems to be the only thing he can do. Paranoia grips him. Regrets. Yes, he has a lot of those. Especially if you are born into a powerful family operating in the shadows. He’s been shut in for two days on the beautiful Yaeyama Islands. He’s walking aimlessly. The view is right—a row of Bali style lodges in the middle of luxurious jungle facing the blue waters of the ocean against a backdrop of loud yellow sunshine, a few meters away are verdant rice fields, temperature shooting up to more than 30 degrees, perfect for a getaway—but everything is wrong, off. Toto’s ideal vacation is, without a doubt, no disturbance coming from anybody, lest his own family.”

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Expanded a bit and edited for last Friday’s @flashfictionfridayofficial

by ahaa

Ron Kamonohashi was an extremely unbearable, stubborn and self-willed person, but there was still something about him that made Toto's mind go blank every time he looked at him. [translation]

Words: 1453, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 鴨乃橋ロンの禁断推理 | Kamonohashi Ron no Kindan Suiri | Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective (Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Isshiki "Toto" Totomaru, Kamonohashi Ron

Relationships: Isshiki "Toto" Totomaru/Kamonohashi Ron

Additional Tags: Romance, First Kiss, Fluff

by Melted_instant_noodles

Toto and Ron on one of Toto's off days

Words: 285, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 鴨乃橋ロンの禁断推理 | Kamonohashi Ron no Kindan Suiri | Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective (Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Isshiki "Toto" Totomaru, Kamonohashi Ron

Relationships: Isshiki "Toto" Totomaru/Kamonohashi Ron

Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff

by Anonymous

With the threat of having his life's work being taken away from him, Ron visits a private detective as per Kiku's suggestion. He meets someone unassuming, or so he thinks...

(An alternate universe where Toto is the genius detective & Ron is his support)

Words: 4642, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 鴨乃橋ロンの禁断推理 | Kamonohashi Ron no Kindan Suiri | Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective (Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Kamonohashi Ron, Isshiki "Toto" Totomaru, Amamiya (Kamonohashi Ron no Kindan Suiri)

Relationships: Kamonohashi Ron & Isshiki Totomaru

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Dialogue Heavy, Suicide Attempt, BDSM mention, References to Canon, How Do I Tag, Mostly Because Of KOS Logic, No Beta We Die Like Eliot

by Severnrstuff

HELLO HELLO once again (for me at least, idk about you) here we are with another compilation? about a new fandom, this time RDKK! Please take into consideration that this contains dark content (yandere, noncon/dubcon) and smut, read at your own risk!

Words: 433, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 鴨乃橋ロンの禁断推理 | Kamonohashi Ron no Kindan Suiri | Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective (Manga)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi, Other

Relationships: Kamonohashi Ron/Reader

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Porn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Bad English, Sex Toys

by skitockså (Okumen)

Milo is stuck.

Words: 224, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 鴨乃橋ロンの禁断推理 | Kamonohashi Ron no Kindan Suiri | Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective (Manga)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: Multi

Characters: Milo Moriarty

Relationships: Milo Moriarty/Mob, Moriarty Family - Relationship

Additional Tags: Rape, Torture, Chapter 96 spoilers, Trans Milo Moriarty