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“Dropping a crepe is not something to be taken lightly. It’s a tragedy.” Never mind the fact that it was a waste of food–it was a waste of heavenly goodness. Kyouka could not stand by and let him mock such an awful occurrence. No one deserved to have their anguish ridiculed by this cruel man, let alone such a young child.
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◣ ✿ ◥ Kyouka stared at him for a long moment after he finished his sentence. He said what she thought he said, right? She hadn’t misheard him? Because somehow, those words made her feel like she was getting scolded; she had, after all, almost done just that–died for the sake of saving Yokohama and all the people she’d come to care about. What else could she have done?
She’d passed the entrance exam.
And if being willing to risk one’s life for the sake of others was part of the requirement for joining the Agency, then, by Ranpo’s logic, weren’t all the members weak? Including Fukuzawa, since he set the rules? She knew of Ranpo’s childish arrogance and his distaste for a certain someone, but she hadn’t expected him to say anything that ( directly or indirectly ) insulted the man he respected the most.
Perhaps he’d only spoken without thinking or didn’t mean it in the way she interpreted it. Ranpo was the smartest person she knew, but anyone could slip up like that. Maybe he was tired or something. Either way, she did her best to not take his words personally.
“Would you like some tea?” she inquired after a minute of silence. “I’m about to make some.” If only for an excuse to change the subject.
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◣ ✿ ◥ A single glance told her that he’d already had too much to drink (not ideal for someone currently in charge for a child, but Dazai couldn’t be counted on for responsibility regardless of the circumstance). She thought to remind him of his ever-growing tab at the restaurant, or to inform him that the alcohol smelled bitter and gross and not something she would call fun or delicious; however, she kept both comments to herself, instead making a note to call Kunikida to pick them up later.
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◣ ✿ ◥ Kyouka watched, curious as to what the stranger was about to do–something that’d amuse a child with ease, based on previous observation. Only this time, it’d apparently be more impressive than the last. Her face betrayed no anticipation despite the intensity of her gaze, and she’d continue to stare until he acted (whether she’d enjoy it or not remained to be seen), words unnecessary to get her message across. Lunch breaks were only so long and she’d yet to eat.
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◣ ✿ ◥ Kyouka nudged the body–a suspicious mass of curly hair and bandages–before coming to a conclusion: “No, he’s unconscious.” And lucky, too (not for him). It appeared as though whatever the man had planned for the day didn’t go so well, but no permanent damage done. The logical thing to do would be to call a doctor for him; considering who it was, however, she figured he’d be fine with or without medical attention. So instead, as though sensing a certain presence, she shifted a few feet before reaching into the pocket of Dazai’s trench coat and pulling out candy, handing half of it to Ranpo.
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◣ ✿ ◥ –what? It had been an odd enough day without hearing those words leaving her former mentor’s mouth, and the girl didn’t know how to feel about it. First, she’d been giving a simple errand (just delivering paperwork!). A normal start to any day, yet when she got there, not only did she come across Akutagawa but an ambush as well, apparently. The attackers were far more than common thugs too, as though the day could get any worse. Holed up in a room with him was far from ideal.
While the words were shocking, and as reluctant as she was to say anything positive about the man, having an ally and an enemy each turned out better than having two enemies. Still, she didn’t want to take any bets as to how long this makeshift partnership–if it could even be called such a thing–would last because she didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him.
But she wanted to get out alive. Preferably without killing the enemies, which she knew Akutagawa would do. And what was that nonsense about protecting her? It sounded like some attempt at kindness, although it was probably a more subtle attempt at brainwashing than what he’d previously employed. She doubted he considered anything aside from how he could use her ability to–
Not the problem at the moment. She needed to figure a way out of there. From what she could tell, they were surrounded; any attempt to leave the building would put them in a firing zone. And could she really trust that Akutagawa would shield her from that? Possibly. At least, the words seemed honest enough, but then again, it was Akutagawa (not that she ever knew him to lie).
Kyouka glanced around the room. The support beams. This building had once been an office space, but after being condemned, it became run down and abandoned–not where she’d been told to go for her job, but where she ended up after the ambush. If she remembered correctly, it was scheduled for demolition anyway. She had a plan.
“Akutagawa,” she spoke up after a couple minutes, “If we knock down the support beams, the building will collapse. Then we can go up and escape onto the roof of a nearby building.” Their enemy would have falling concrete to deal with, and their abilities allowed for such a plan to be completed rather easily. Plus, it gave the men a fair chance at getting out alive rather than her allowing Akutagawa to slaughter them all getting to safety. “We should take at least one of them alive for interrogation.”
With luck, he understood why. It worked out better for her in the end as well, since she wouldn’t have to rely on the man for protection.
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- ♖ comforting after a nightmare
◣ ✿ ◥ Life in the underground was tough: the people there saw and did awful things day in and day out, and it took its toll on the mind. Kyouka understood that, having spent years in the darkness and nearly getting lost within it. For a long time, she couldn’t see an end or an escape from that terrible affliction, and with no choice but to accept her fate, she trained as an assassin and killed. She hurt people. And knowing that she could never take back anything she did hurt her as well.
Knowing all this, she wasn’t surprised when Chuuya began dozing off in the middle of conversation. They’d found a nice little safehouse where they could sit and chat–staying out in public made them both a bit paranoid of being caught by their respective organisations. He seemed tired before; he probably finished up a tough mission. In that case, he’d need the rest.
While the man slept, she sat near him in silence. A book had been left in the apartment by its previous resident, so she picked it up and read. The subject was boring, but it was better than staring off into space. That lasted maybe twenty minutes until Chuuya started shifting, muttering under his breath as a grimace crossed his features.
The classic signs of a nightmare.
Kyouka set down the book and stood up before padding over to where he sat, resting a hand on his shoulder, and attempting to shake him awake. He woke up with a jump, and one of his hands reached up on instinct to push her away, but stopped once he realised who she was and sighed. She must’ve looked concerned because he offered a half-smile and assured, “I’m alright.”
With a nod, she stood once more. That time, it was to go pour him a glass of water and bring it back for him. “Here.” He accepted it, and she sat down next to him. It wasn’t much, but hopefully, he found comfort in her presence.
◣ ✿ ◥ Well, she wasn’t expecting it, but she wasn’t surprised either considering who hugged her. Kyouka would have looked up at him if not for the fact that she couldn’t, so she settled for lifting a hand and setting on his head, patting his hair a bit as he nuzzled into her own. Was he feeling okay? He wasn’t sick or anything? The thought crossed her mind, though his actions were more affectionate than cause for concern. It would take a while to get used to. “Hello,” she greeted after a minute.
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“Yes, but I did not want to.” Her voice came out colder than intended–icy rather than her usual monotone. The subject of her life in the mafia tended to have such an effect, especially coming from Q. While she was not afraid of him like she was of the adults in the mafia, she didn’t value his presence either. Why did he insist on bringing up her past? To annoy her? If so, he certainly accomplished that goal, for if she hadn’t made up her mind already to prove Akutagawa wrong, his insistence on angering her may have lead to Kyouka testing whether or not a demon could be affected by his curse. “I suggest you leave now.”
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◣ ✿ ◥ An odd response to the situation (at least, it seemed odd to her), but she didn’t have time to protest before his arms wrapped around her. So did he mean to forgive her? Or was he not upset with her to begin with? Kyouka had approached him with the intention to apologise for their argument the other day, but she hardly managed to get a word in before he spoke up instead. He could probably tell why she came up to him and decided that hugging was a more appropriate means of fixing the situation.
Then again, if she gained any information, it was that he hated talking about deeper emotional stuff, so the hug was likely just a way to avoid another discussion of the sort. She hesitated a second before lifting her arms to return the gesture.