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It was a weirdly quiet day in the agency. Ranpo-san didn't even laze about or ask anyone to get him sweets, and ontop of that, Dazai-san didn't show up today. It seems like everyone is in on something i'm not...
It's fine.
I'll just ask them about it.
It's not like any of them would have any reason to hide something from me-
"KUNIKIDA!" Someone screamed. It sounded like Yosano-san.
My head shot up. Kyouka-chan and Jun'ichirou-kun were on guard.
"What happened?" I asked her warily.
"He just disappeared into thin air..." Kyouka responded from beside me.
Ranpo piped up. "it's an ability user we're assuming. The port mafia have also reported their executives and higher ups seemingly... vanish."
My eyes widen.
"Vanish..?"
"Yeah." Yosano added. "we'd all been on edge trying to make sure none of us were next but... seems like that plan's." A pause.
"...Yosano-san?"
My eyes warily travel to where she once stood, only to find her gone."wh?!" I stutter.
and then like that, the next thing i know, i'm lying down on my back in a pitch-black void.
I hear i voice calling to me.
"...sushi! At...shi! Atsushi! Wake ...! Atsushi! Wake up!"
I open my eyes. Kyouka is standing above me, a worried look on her face.
"are you okay..?"
I nod, my throat feels dry.
She hands me a bottle of water, asif reading my thoughts.
I take a look behind her, at the crowd of people.
Wait... The rest of the Agency and the Port Mafia?!
"What are we doing here?" I blurt out.
"Apparently we're here to watch the life of someone we all know." Someone responds, who I identify as Higuchi from the Port Mafia.
Just then the void lit up with what seemed with a projector in a sepia tone and the blank black void suddenly transformed into a collection of swirling blues, purples, and yellows and suddenly we were all transformed into an old fashioned movie setting.
A few feet away, a little girl walks towards a large manor holding a bag full of gauze and medical supplies.
She was stereotypically pretty, with clear skin and hazel eyes with green specks and long, curly, burgundy hair up to her waist and a grey cloth dress.
All eyes turn to her and they hesitantly follow along through the soft, aged plane, asif it were a nostalgic memory.
The girl opens the door slightly and knocks twice, only to be met with silence.
The child sneaks around the side of the house, ducking beneath windows and past opened curtains to a small mahogany back door.
She quickly walks in, creeping through with almost silent steps before coming to a tall, hickory door, walking into the room.
She steps into a bathroom and towards a small child with white and deep brown split hair, bandaging their scarred and bloody arms without a word.
The other child wore a dirtied red t-shirt and long black pants.
"Shuuji..?" The child questions.
"...Yes Yume?" She responds.(a/n: the nickname is pronounced [yoo-may])
"Why are we like this?"
"I don't know. It's not our fault."
"Oh... Okay."
The room went silent again before the projection shut off.
The room was stunned into silence.
Lost motivation :c
ANyways!!
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