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Look at the mail disinterest, no work that takes my free time in the afternoon. I stayed in my home somewhat uncomfortable. After all, it was a weekend. The coffee that was sitting on my desk was completely cold due to the passage of time.
Making the decision to clean my desk, I got up from the chair moving it to give me acceptable space to move. That being the case, I took the cup and went to deposit it in the sink in the kitchen of the apartment, together with the moment I ended up washing the dishes that I had previously left uncleaned.
With everything already ordered, I found myself with nothing to do. It had been a while since I had gone out unless it was due to a force majeure. Such a thought made me regret and miss the warmth of my apartment.
I was walking around with nowhere in mind, completely regretting my idea. It was getting relatively dark, so the change in temperature was justified. Such free times were not so common for people like me, I used my ability to be able to visualize the information that I had collected in different files, causing them to appear with profiles of people that I came to investigate.
*Dream knowledge*, I was benefited as a skill user. It doesn't benefit me in melee battles, but it does for research. My power is based on profiles created under my ability. When meeting or researching a person, a floating profile appears in which I get basic information about the person I'm looking for or talking to. The information that appears to me can be expanded depending on my relationship or intimacy with the person, which benefited me in my job, which is to sell people's information for a certain amount of money. Am I proud of that? No, but it's my way of surviving in this world.
I was so focused on my thoughts that I found that i was outside a restaurant, I really wasn't hungry, but I didn't see it as a bad idea. As soon as I entered, I noticed the few people there, it was relatively few but it didn't prevent the noise from being present. My attention ended up being taken to those who created that noise, a group of three.
-Doppo Kunikida, Member of the Armed Detective Agency, User of skill "The Incomparable Poet"-
"A Chazuke, please." I sat in a chair a little far from that group to avoid ending up doing an unwanted interaction. The waitress just nodded and left me to find my order.
-Osamu Dazai Member of the Armed Detective Agency and former executive of the Port Mafia. “Unworthy of Human” skill user-
"You're too much of a fan of schedules, Kunikida-Kun." I silently read the profiles that appeared to me. Apparently, only the blonde with the brown one belongthat agency. I completely ignored the way the chestnut seemed to have noticed me. After all, I just came to eat something.
-Atsushi Nakajima, User of ability "Beast under the moonlight"-
"Here is your order." I thanked in a light tone, and I began to eat the Chazuke without too much haste. There was no one left except me and them. I tried to ignore the talk that happened within that circle a little more, which ended up being useless until the youngest Atsushi began to tell about how he got to Yokohama.
"You saved my life. After leaving the orphanage and coming to Yokohama, I had nothing to eat or a place to sleep. I thought I would die of starvation." I listened in silence to that exact part while watching how my ability updated the information.
"Are you from an orphanage?"
"So to speak... But they kicked me out."
“What a non-profit organization.” I found myself playing around with the food a bit in what I was listening to, totally agreeing with the comment.
I took my attention from the conversation again to check my cell phone, answering the messages and checking some emails, the conversation seemed more private and even if I'm someone curious I know when I have to stop screwing up. As if I finished my plate and asked for the bill to be recounted, I observed with some pity for whoever has to pay for those dishes. With hints, I told the waitress that I was going to pay the bill for that table, which she understood and brought me the account of that table with mine. With a black card, I paid for both tables.
Getting up, I walked towards the reception and took out some cash to leave a tip. I heard how some plates next to a chair fell, causing most of the staff next to me to look at the place where the noise came from.
“I-I think I'm going. B-bye..." Atsushi, the youngest of that circle, had been the cause of the noise, dragging himself trying to go to the exit, causing him to be stopped by the blonde. Confused, I finally looked at the participants of that light show.
"Wait, brat! You know something, right?" Spectator they called me, ha ha. The way he tried to run from the blonde was completely funny, but from the environment, it could be deduced that there was a problem.
"No one can stand up to him!" I left the tip silently, completely ignoring the scene and in an attempt not to get wrapped up in it. I left the restaurant taking one last look at the circle. If you knew that when you left the scene, you weren't let through by the former Port Mafia executive, lucky you, although it's not like you were aware of that either.
The jingle of my leg began to sound with my usual ringtone, I picked up the phone from my pocket to verify the number that contacted me. I look around me to answer.
"Who speaks?"
"On behalf of Port Mafia, we want to hire your services." I looked at the sky as if it were the only thing visible. Finally, recognizing the striking name of said group.
"I don't care what kind of group I'll be working for, I want to know who I'm talking to."
"Providing personal information is prohibited." I nodded as I watched a profile of the girl open. I read in complete silence while fiddling with one of my bracelets.
“I see. Tell me about your request. Higuchi Ichiyō, I'm not mistaken, am I?" Due to the silence that prevailed over the call, it was quite obvious that my contact was passed on to him without further ado.
“Ichiyo are you still there? I need to know about your request”
"Uhm... Excuse me, I need you to give me information about the White Tiger" With a slight acknowledgment I nodded while I saw how different profiles opened, I watched in silence recognizing some of those profiles and how some news was reproduced.
"White Tiger? Understood, I would like to meet tomorrow at 7 am so that we can better discuss the matter.” Ending the call like this, reading the time that business took.
"And?" The blonde simply nodded as she lowered the phone, gathering herself to better answer her superior's question.
“Contacting for information was easier than expected. She said that we have to meet her tomorrow at 7am. to get the information, the location will be sent to us tomorrow.”
The sweetening warmth of my apartment flooded me as soon as I opened the door. Completely distracted, I closed the door of the apartment while I was reviewing the profiles that appeared. I moved towards my computer and the newspaper that I had on my desk. My fingers were as one with the computer as I kept my eyes on a specific profile.
"Atsushi Nakajima..." The name came out of my mouth unexpectedly. Fully react after a few seconds. I nervously touched the floating profile to direct me to his ability, Atsushi was the white tiger. The bad taste in my mouth was present when I recognized that I was going to end up selling his information.
I composed myself as I leaned on the desk table. Am I really doing the right thing to survive? I found myself shaking my head, avoiding that thought. Just like him and me, each one has their ways of surviving. I'm doing the right thing. Right?
The steam of the necessary breath reconnecting me to the world. Maybe I'm just as horrible as other people. But it's all for a greater purpose. If it takes surviving to get my hands dirty, I'm going to do my best to hold on to this life. The liquid entered my mouth, calming my senses, and the chamomile tea always worked for me to clear my mind.
Preparing my alarm for tomorrow an hour before the business meeting, laying me down in my bed that wrapped me in a sweet way, I managed to quickly fall into the arms of the world of dreams.
Any movement was numbed, my limbs desperately trying to get out, strength fading every moment. How long was I struggling to breathe? I couldn't find myself answering the question. The only thing I knew at this moment was my need to breathe, to feel alive. The way the light got further and further away from me was disturbing you, with fear controlling all my senses.
Not yet! I'm close, just a little more! No!, each thought repeated in a circle my completely clouded mind, my chance to live was moving away from me, and I couldn't do anything against it. Maybe that's how it's meant to be. Maybe I'm just not the right person to have that opportunity. Tears flowed incessantly as I struggled to breathe.
Gasp after gasp I clung to my shirt, tears continued to flow as I clung to myself. "It was just a nightmare," tears welled up in me as I repeated without those words, clinging to the fact that it wasn't real.
After a few minutes, I had calmed down, and I turned to look at the clock. It hadn't been more than a few hours, and I still had to sleep. I sighed exhaustedly. Whatever I had dreamed about wasn't real. And being so, I lay back on my bed to close my eyes again, letting myself be carried away by the comfort of my bed once again.
Upon arriving at the estimated time, the alarm clock that was prostrated on my nightstand began with its function. Numbed by the comfort I was struggling with, I found myself getting up from my bed to prepare myself for what was going to happen today.
Finally, the shower itself had been renewing, but by the time I had finished getting dressed, any peace of mind I had thanks to those drops of water had disappeared. Later I was in an abandoned parking lot for trading information. The time was acceptable to anyone, so I didn't think too much before taking out the cell phone that I left resting in my pocket. Look up the contact from last night and send them the location. Now, the only thing left for me was to wait.
The wait was long enough to find me counting the parking lot pillars. If only I had eaten breakfast before leaving, I found myself regretting my entire being for choosing to leave early. Look at the file wrapped in a brown bag. The reminder of last night lingered in my memory, trapping me in an endless cycle of the same thought. In the end, anyway, my attention was taken by those who were entering.
I shook my head when I observed more than one person. It was a duo of two, a blonde girl with her hair tied together with a black-haired man with two locks that ended in white tips. You should start recommending a barber to the people of this town.
“It's good to see you, I thought I'd only see Ichiyō today. But there is no problem” I smiled when I saw that they recognized me as the informant.
"Information first" because of the way Ichiyō asked for it, I could have delivered it without problems, but you have to be an idiot to deliver information at once. Besides, the look I received from him was not the friendliest.
"first. Show if you have the money. Ichiyō No matter how beautiful you are, I can't give away information. Do they have money or not?" if you weren't so abstract as to return the boy's gaze, you would have noticed the faint pink hue that had appeared on Ichiyō. But going back to the moment, the black-haired man did not hesitate to throw a bag.
"How silly of me, can you open it to confirm what's inside?" If it weren't for the tone you used, anyone would have thought you were joking. The silver lining was that Ichiyō wasted no time in opening it and showing you the amount of money.
“Here is the information collected from the white tiger. Do what you want with it, it's not my problem." Internally, I was grateful that it was not noticeable that my hand was shaking. I smiled blindly and with my other hand handed over the rolled up file, fucking files making me doubt my own work. Everyone has their ways of surviving.
“Is this all the information?” From the way he spoke, penetrating his gaze towards Ichiyō, anyone could deduce that he was not happy with our delay. I finally activated my ability to fully acknowledge him.
-Ryūnosuke Akutagawa is one of the most important members of the Port Mafia. Including the fact that he is the wielder of the much-heralded ability "Rashoumon"-
"That's right, Akutagawa-senpai" was enough to make the status of the information released known and reassure the most dangerous person in this room a bit. Though overlooked, every slight interaction the two of them had was recorded in my ability, the two profiles were updated.
With a few slight glances the paths were separated, on their side they left with the files in their hands and I with my reward from this business. Once again I looked back, observing the figure of the two companions moving away until they were no longer visible to me.
Im hungry..