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The Detective Is Dead.
Fukuchi killed him, he lost to him.
Edogawa Ranpo lost, and died to Fukuchi's blade.
And Poe will not like the news.
He writes in a book, his usual dark room lit up with a small desk lamp, Ranpo told him he should buy one, and of course, he listened to him.
He hums while he writes as his pet raccoon lays on his shoulder.
His phone rings, he grabs it and turns it on, it's a message from Yosano, he remembers her from Ranpo bringing her with him. He later added her number because she figured out his feelings for his "rival" now supporting him with it.
Her message says,
"Hey, I have some news, it's about Ranpo."
He wonders what it is as he sets his pen down, and typing.
"What is it?"
He waits for her answer as he taps his foot against the foot, finally getting the message.
"He fought with Fukuchi and lost."
He types once more, this time faster.
"Is he okay?"
He waits again, tapping his foot faster, obviously stressed.
"No.. I tried to heal him, but he died before I got to him."
His eyes widen as he reads it, typing faster again.
"Is this a joke? Please tell me this is a joke, there's no way this is real. Please say it's a joke."
" No, I am very sorry, but Ranpo is dead."
He throws his phone once he reads it, it making a loud "thump" as it hits the wall. Tears well up in his eyes and he stands up, startling Karl and he jumps off of his shoulder onto his desk.
"This can't be happening...no way, no way Dear Ranpo is dead! There's just no way!.."
He says out loud to himself. He pulls himself away from his desk, tipping over his ink as it spills onto his desk and the floor, leaving dark puddles everywhere, tipping over his chair, making a loud noise as it falls, echoing throughout the room, his back hitting the wall, making another loud "thump" as he slides down, sitting on the ground.
He buries his head in his arms as he silently sobs. Karl jumps off his desk, running to Poe and he chitters, Poe completely ignores him and he continues to sob, he gets a call on his phone but he ignores it, it's probably from Fitzgerald or Yosano.
He cries for who knows how long. A few seconds? Hours? Days? It feels like a eternity.
He finally slowly stops sobbing, standing up, and staying still for a few minutes.
He walks to his desk, wiping everything as they fall to the floor and he grabs is bag, waiting for Karl as he picks his phone and stuffs it in his bag, leaving once Karl jumps back up on his shoulder.
He throws his door open, slamming it once he walks in, throwing his bag on the ground, falling down to it, crying once more, he screams and pulls at his hair. This cannot be real, he doesn't want to accept it.
He didn't even have the chance to confess.