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MARCH 24TH, 20XX, YOKOHAMA, JAPAN. THE ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY; JUNIOR DIVISION HEADQUARTERS.
Daichi flipped the 1935 American quarter dollar coin in his hand, watching it fall right in the center of his palm. For the 20th time in a row, it fell on heads. Most would call it pure luck, while others would call it magic. It was neither. Daichi was one of the handful of those in Yokohama who had a wonderful gift called an Ability. Both of Daichi Nakahara-Dazai's fathers had abilities. So did almost everyone else in the Armed Detective Agency - well, save for Uncle Ranpo, who wasn't really Daichi's uncle, and he was the only one in his family to call the man his uncle, but still, Uncle Ranpo was the exception, along with the rest of the clerks and regular office workers.
Daichi Nakahara-Dazai. 18 years old. Ability: Pandora's Box. Son of Chuuya and Osamu Nakahara-Dazai. Twin brother of Michi Nakahara-Dazai. A member of the Armed Detective Agency's Junior Division, or the Junior ADA.
There was a meeting scheduled today. It took approximately ten minutes to take the bus from the ADA headquarters to the JADA headquarters on a good day. The meeting would take place at 10:30 AM. It was 10:20 AM on the dot. Daichi flipped his coin for the 21st time before slipping it into the inner pocket of his waistcoat. exchanging it for his cellphone. Punching the passcode in, he shot his father a quick text to make sure he was on his way. Once Chuuya confirmed, Daichi hopped up off of the windowsill he was seated on, tucked his hands into his pockets, and began to briskly make his way towards the meeting room on the third floor.
"Dads will be here in ten minutes," the boy proclaimed, stopping in the doorway of the room, his pleasant expression dropping at the sight of the room in front of him.
Oh holy shit.
Hoshi Miyazawa and Kaede Edogawa were at each other's throats, as usual. If there wasn't a strict no-physical-fighting-in-the-building rule, Daichi was sure the two of them would deck each other at least twice an hour. Across the table sat Emi Miyazawa, completely ignoring her brother's antics, unwrapping chocolate truffles and popping them into her mouth happily. Wrappers and cocoa dust littered the table and floor. Jointed to this incident was Toshiaki Fukuzawa, who took a piece of chocolate from her every now and then when she wasn't looking, and Souta Fukuzawa, who was clearly upset over the mess made. Rei and Arthur Edogawa, as usual, were in the back of the room, hunched over a shared book from some English library. Shingo Yosano looked like he was considering lecturing Emi on her choice of sweet while his sister Chie was more than likely to pull him back should he start. Last but not least, Ayaka Kunikida looked like she was about to fall asleep, while her sister Yaeko was desperately trying to wake her up.
Needless to say, Daichi was quite pissed by the scene.
With a mouthful of chocolate, Toshiaki looked at Daichi apologetically, swallowing the sweets and saluting lazily.
"Hey, Dai," the older boy said with an awkward grin, cringing under Daichi's intense stare. "I was just, uhh... about to call everyone to get together! Since our parents will be here soon! Yeah, that's... that's totally what I was gonna do!"
Toshiaki Fukuzawa. 20 years old. Ability: The Theory of Civilization. Son of Yukichi Fukuzawa and Ogai Mori. A member of the JADA.
"...right, sure. I'll believe you just this once. Hey, everyone!" Daichi shouted, crossing his arms over his chest. The rest of the agency members stopped what they were doing, sitting or standing up straight when they finally recognized his presence.
"H-hey, Daichi-kun! I didn't see you there, haha," came the voice of Hoshi from where he was carefully letting go of Kaede's shirt collar. Kaede was glaring, but turned to face Daichi as well. "...hi, Chi," she said.
Hoshi Miyazawa. 15 years old. Ability: Night on the Galactic Railroad. Son of Kyouka Izumi and Kenji Miyazawa. A member of the JADA.
Kaede Edogawa. 16 years old. Ability: The Masque of the Red Death. Daugther of Ranpo Edogawa and Edgar Allen Poe. A member of the JADA.
Daichi approached the table and put his hands on it.
"I want this table clean in five minutes. Our parents will be here in ten."
With a resounding voice of "yes, sir!" the group got to cleaning.