Past - The Brunette Captain

"Hey newbie, come here."

"Yes, Captain!," A young but dull brunette woman in her police uniform of a black shirt and trousers walked towards a middle-aged man who looked heavily dressed for the hot summer weather.

"Here, take a look at this" They stood in front of a man's dead body. It had a clean hole in it with no insides spilling out, which made it look like a corpse prop if not for the stinky smell.

"What exactly am I looking at?," the woman asked him, while scanning the dead body. Despite being a young-adult she was totally fine with the dead boy lying in front of her shoes.

The officer pointed his baton towards the neck of the body, and the woman bent forward to have a look at what looked like a tattoo of a hamster, which was crossed with deep bloody cuts.

"This tattoo looks like of the Hamster gang, but...,'" she paused.

"But...?"

"He has a tattoo of a mouse hidden on his scalp, he is a spy sent from the Mouse gang."

"Aha!... Excellent!," he praised her aloud in front of two other officers in uniform who stood behind them and sneered at the brunette woman., "Did you realize your mistake now?" He turned behind to face the two officers.

"Yes, sir," they replied with serious faces and hid their loathing towards the woman who wasn't even looking back towards them. She just dazed at the gloomy sky above them.

"Learn something from her, she is years younger than you both and also far better, you should be ashamed for still being in Training."

"...." Both the officers stood calm with their heads bent down. They wanted to kick the brunette with the very shoes they looked at.

The Police Academy was as bustling as usual. From the loud noise of gun fire to the sound of footsteps, everyone made at least some kind of sound, except for a young brunette woman who stood beside a tree and stared at its branches. She didn't look at anything in particular, she just stared at it with empty eyes, hoping her eye might catch something interesting.

"You Bitch!" One of the officers from earlier flung a kick at her exposed back, but she was ready on her guard and evaded her attack by ducking down. Instead of attacking her back, she leaped forward and climbed onto the top of the tree.

"Come down here, why are you running away? Scared?," the officer provoked her. The brunette ignored her and looked at her pitifully.

"What's with that look? Are you mocking me? Once I get my hands on you, I will deform your face so bad, soo bad, that everyone can't help but pity you."

"Ok, whatever your name was," the brunette replied, and jumped onto the top of the building's walls.

"How dare you ignore me? Come back here." But the brunette was already down on the other side of the wall before she could finish the sentence.

The streets bustled with electronic cars and humans busy with their hand held electronics. A brunette, who could be considered a young adult for her age, walked alone on the bustling streets of the Hiris city.

From being born to what she is now, everything was planned by her parents. Her dad is a famous Captain who makes the headlines a few times a month, and her mother was a teacher in the police academy. Even though her parents cared for her and looked after her well, she couldn't help but feel suffocated by them. From her sleeping time to waking time, eating time to exercise time, career to profession, everything was of her parents' choice. For some reason, she couldn't say anything against them.

In a dull, mundane life, she searched for something on the bustling streets of the city, something which could help her break free of this curse, something which was worth investing her time on. Even among the bustling streets where everyone looked busy, no one piqued her interest, not even the amateur duo who were planning to rob a store.

She bought a double scoop of ice-cream from the truck near the park and sat on a bench which gave a good view of kids playing in the sandpit. Taking her first lick from the half melted base to the top of the scoop, she tasted both the flavors at once. As she expected, the combination of caramel and strawberry was too sweet for her taste buds.

A boy with dark brown hair, wearing shorts and a casual t-shirt, walked in front of her. When he saw the young brunette woman licking the ice-cream, he went straight towards the truck to get himself the same.

"How are you eating this lady?, Are you sick?," the boy asked her after licking it once. He was sitting on the bench beside her, but this was the first time he spoke to her directly.

"..." She ignored him, and continued to look at a kid whose leg was stuck in the sandpit.

"I didn't know cops these days have such weird tastes."

"..."

He licked his ice-cream once more., "Here, you can have mine." Extending his hand towards her, he tightly shut his eyes, struggling to swallow the after-taste of what remained in his mouth.

"No, "she pushed away his hand.

"Please, I insist.," He shoved his ice-cream in front of her face.,"I brush my teeth twice daily, so you need not be afraid."

"I said no.,"she pushed his hand away again.

"Please please please, it will get wasted otherwise.," he stood up on the bench to get the height advantage.

"No no no no..."

After a few seconds of fighting with 'please's and 'no's the boy lost his balance and stumbled forward. His ice-cream fell over her lap, and he fell over her shoulder. The young woman was quick on her reflexes and caught him before he could fall off the bench.

"I am really sorry, It's all my fault." The boy apologized and brushed away his ice-cream off her lap. He bent his torso and looked down in shame. The woman who was annoyed because of him a while ago, now felt sorry for him. Her ice-cream was constantly dripping from her hands, but she looked towards this boy who stood on the bench and apologized to her.

"Brotherrr!" A girl's call from behind struck her ears.

"Oh shit! I totally forgot about her." The boy panicked and jumped off the bench. He ran towards the direction of the girl in a frock who looked the same age as him and tried to explain to her something. In return, the girl mercilessly pulled his cheek and handed him some money to get her something.

The girl walked towards the brunette.

"I apologize on behalf of my brother Ma'am, please forgive him."

"Oh... It's ok. You don't need to apologize." She was surprised by the young girl's manners.

"Your ice-cream is melting, Ma'am" The young girl pointed towards the dripping ice-cream.

"Oops," The brunette hungrily licked the melted part by the base of the cone, and when she looked back, the girl vanished.

It's been a few minutes since that bizarre incident. The kid in the sandpit still had his leg stuck and cried aloud. And something kept on bugging her about the boy she just met. Even though the boy's mistake should have been unintentional, her sixth sense kept on signaling that it might be intentional.

After eating the ice-cream, she headed back towards the police academy. Her image was reflected in the glasses of buildings she passed by. That's when she noticed something on her bosom. Marks of melted ice-cream imprinted on her bust in the shape of fingertips. She was able to recognize all the 4 spots, they were the finger-tips of the thumb, index, middle, and the ring finger.

That was the moment a thought struck her. A hypothesis not yet confirmed, but which was possible, taking that whatever the boy did was intentional.

Firstly, the main intention of the boy was not to taste the ice-cream, but something entirely different. Sitting beside her was a part of his plan, and he also expected that she would deny his request to take his ice-cream. The main part of his plan was to stumble forward on top of her, the ice-cream falling spot-on her lap. That was when he managed to grope her boob and also the alarmed woman didn't notice that. Next, he brushed the ice-cream off her lap, but his actual intention was to feel her thighs. Lastly, he bent over to apologize so that he could see her clevage clearly from top view.

The brunette shivered as this thought ran on her mind.

"That can't be true, my mind is playing games with me.," she told herself and sped towards the wall of the police academy, trying to forget about the boy.

A dark-haired boy stood in a queue at a bakery. He stared at his left palm for a few seconds before inserting them back into his pocket.

"As I expected, she wore a white slip-on bra.," he whispered to himself.

"Next"

"Two chocolate strawberry shortcakes please..."