Tokyo Sky Tree Investigation
-Giving a quick glance over towards the empty suitcases in which John was pointing to Sherlock quickly lost interest and only half listened to the slew of words that fell from John’s mouth, knowing full well what they all were before they even reached his ears. Sherlock never really needed to be reminded of anything honestly, it was hard for him to forget such things unless it was just plain useless information, like names of celebrities or the latest gossip. Sighing Sherlock would drag his feet over to his suitcase, actually listening to John for once. Well he didn’t have anything better to do, so I guess this is what it came down to. Before touching the case he began to turn around and talk to John.- Must you always scold me and worry about me like I am a child? I know everything that I have to pack and was not going to forget anything, so quite worrying. You act like a housewife sometimes with all that worrying you do, John. Just relax and enjoy everything, because well this is one of the biggest cases we have had in awhile so it should be exciting.
-He flashed John one of his notorious smiles before leaning over and picking up his suitcase.- Now if you’ll excuse me I need to get packing we have a big day tomorrow and I’m afraid that you may worry yourself to death if I don’t pack this instant. -Sherlock would tease John as he began to walk in the direction of his bedroom, passing by the kitchen as he did so. Reaching his bedroom door he twisted the brass door knob and allowed the smell of familiarity to waft through his nostrils. He dragged the suitcase behind him letting the wheels scrape against the wooden floor, before pulling it past the door frame and hoisting it up onto his bed. It made a plopping noise as it hit the mattress.
Walking over to his dresser he quickly opened all of the drawers and began throwing numerous objects towards the open suitcase on his bed. Pants, button up shirts, underwear and various other clobber were thrown about all somehow landing right into the suitcase, he didn’t even care that they were all disheveled and tossed about. Reaching into the back of his top dresser he pulled out a little glass pipe that held winding black fused designs, This was the only object thus far that he tucked intricately into one of the pockets of the suitcase followed by a bag of so called ‘herbs’. After that Sherlock then proceeded to pull out his wallet and various other things including deodorant shampoo, conditioner, and all the essentials really. Not really caring where he put them he just threw those into the luggage case as well. Almost finished he walked out to the dining room table carrying the case within his arms. Setting it down onto the dining room chair he then proceeded to use a single arm sweeping it along the dinning room table causing all of his equipment to be pushed into the enormous suitcase. Proud of his handy work he zipped up the case, pulled out the extendable handle, sat it down on the floor and began to wheel it into the other room where John was still messing around with his suitcase.
It only took Sherlock a record of two minutes to pack his suitcase, whereas it seemed as though John had been packing for days already. Wheeling his luggage over to where John was he then lifted up the now heavy suitcase and sat it down on the couch next to John’s. Afterwards he began to speak.- “There are you happy now? Now you don’t have to worry.” -He would poke John’s nose as payback for earlier. Sherlock really was like a child sometimes, playing these little games. It did not matter though since they did provide relief to his boredom. John really was the only person in this world that he had not grown bored with. This was something that he needn’t say out loud since it was a silent truth between the two.-
Instantly, the man got up from where he was sitting and unzipped Sherlock’s suitcase to peer inside. He saw the limited amount of clothing that he had packed, and the other things crammed to the side as if they didn’t matter. Of course, Holiday’s weren’t intentionally there first priority, especially Sherlock’s. Lately, there hasn’t really been much crime in London, and then the crime’s in Tokyo had a connection to London’s government. It was a bit confusing, but Sherlock became rather interested extremely early than he had expected. He was sure the other wasn’t up to much of leaving the country, let alone getting on the plane. The man was always full of surprises, however, and this being the ultimate. John rummaged through the suitcase, folded the shirt’s as they were and sighed. He dropped the lid to the case, zipped it back up and looked over toward his flatmate, shaking his head in response. “This is all you’re packing? Who knows how long we’ll be there. I don’t necessarily know how to go shopping in other countries, the money situation usually throws me off.”
He’d stand there in front of the suitcases now, pondering whether or not he should go within the other’s room and pack a bit more clothing than what he had already attempting to. Although that required walking, and going through Sherlock’s things which then resulted to him bickering about personal space and boundaries. Surely they have been with one another long enough to interpreted that such a thing never existed between them. Although, thinking about it now- He wasn’t really allowed in Sherlock’s room without permission otherwise, and Sherlock has never tried going up in his room -from what he knows- and he wouldn’t allow his flatmate to go through his things. Even though from time to time the detective guesses his password and get’s it right. Who knows how, but he does. With that, John now hid his laptop up in his room where he did his blogging casually from time to time where he wanted Sherlock to sleep.
They barely allowed each other’s things to get touched by hands but their own. Right now simply was different, and he didn’t really want to discuss anything anymore. So hesitantly John closed the suitcases and made sure the cargo tickets were tightly placed around the handle bars for tomorrow departure to Tokyo Japan.
With eyelids heavy, he walked back over on the sofa, took a seat and leaned back to look out the window. With Sherlock beside him, the lips sealed at the aura around them was tense. He didn’t know what to say anymore, nor what to do. All they could do is wait till tomorrow morning when they were assigned to leave. Now was just a down time, a time which they rarely had. John leaned a bit, put his hands together and stared down at them. His hands of faded scars and that of a soldier parasitically dry. He’d blink tiredly and looked over toward Sherlock’s direction, finding that he hasn’t really changed from when he was standing just moments before. “You should pack more shirts” He said, trying to bring up a topic, but sadly everything else just slipped away.
He didn’t really think that he had packed to little, since the plan was that they were only going to be there for a week. It was never his style to pack too much honestly, if anything if he ran out of clothes then he would just buy more, it was as simple as that. Responding to John’s earlier statement about him not packing enough shirts Sherlock licked his lips before speaking in John’s direction. “Would it make you feel better if I packed more shirts? You know if I run out I can always purchase more from one of the outlet stores close by where we are staying. And you don’t have to worry about the money, John I shall take care of everything. But just incase you need to use yen for something or another one british pound sterling is almost 128 yen. For the most part though I shall handle all of the expenses, so you needn’t worry your little head off about it.” The consulting detective would smile for once, this case was making him so ecstatic and giddy. Already he couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come, even if he did dread boarding a plane.
There was however one minor detail that Sherlock had forgotten to mention to John entirely. They were no longer boarding a public service plane, instead the owner of tokyo sky tree who was their clientele for this case had arranged for a private plane to pick them up tomorrow afternoon. This was one detail he didn’t think mattered if he told John or not, or maybe he just wasn’t sure how to tell John that there was only one bed aboard the plane and that it was an overnight flight. He would shrug the thought away, it didn’t matter. Sharing a bed with John would be fine, nothing out of the ordinary…”Friends share beds together right?” he thought to himself, being slightly troubled by this but not admitting it to himself. ”Well no use worrying about it now. I’ll just, bring up the subject now”
Turning around to face John’s direction, completing the thoughts that were running around in his head, he walked over and sat on the sofa next to his partner before striking up more conversation. “John?” The consulting detective debated whether or not if he should bring up the details about tomorrow or if he should just lead John around like he always did. Deciding on the later he changed the topic. “So did you notify your current girlfriend that you are going on this trip? What was her name again? Lucy? or was it Tara? I can’t remember you always seem to have a different one every time I turn around.” He swallowed the bitterness that stung his throat not knowing what this feeling was. At least he would have John all to himself this week, since it was just him and John embarking on a new case in a foreign country who spoke a language that John was not familiar with. Luckily though Sherlock already knew how to speak fluent Japanese. That was beside the point though, the point was that Sherlock would be able to monopolize John even more than normal and not have to worry about others getting in the way. “Well what was her name again?” he repeated himself waiting for an answer.
