Chapter Text
Names of the parents:
Clairvoyant Edogawa [ Shigeo ]
Kiku Hirai Edogawa [ Kiku ]
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“Oh, Ranpo-san. I found something.” Spoke the weretiger—his eyebrows furried. Peaking interest, the excellent detective walks towards Atsushi. “Though, maybe you know about it already.” He mumbled.
“You can just tell me what it is, still.” Ranpo insisted, already having a deduction on what the subject is about, but decided to let Atsushi tell anyway.
“It's about the Port Mafia.”
Oh?
“Really? Tell me more.” Ranpo's eyes glimmered with curiosity, that's not what he had predicted—for the most part. He thought it was something to do with his past.
“I found these documents online, and when I researched the deceased members of the Black Lizard—your parents' names were listed on there.”
…
“No, no, no. That can't be possible, Atsushi-kun. You shouldn't joke about things like that, it's only been a few months since you had—”
“But, you would know if I'm telling the truth.” The weretiger cut off. The brown haired detective felt his palms slowly getting sweaty. He didn't want to admit it.
There's no possible chance that HIS dear parents, we're involved with a scandalous organization like the Port Mafia.
“Let me see these documents.” Atsushi nodded—rolling his chair to give space for Ranpo to see his computer screen for proof.
The deeper Ranpo scrolled, the more information that was proven true—the more he wanted to deny it. It's just…unlike them.
He was meant to be the greatest detective of the world—he should know such trivial stuff. So why? What's this aching feeling in his chest, and this lump in his throat?
Disbelief.
Betrayal.
“I…need time to think about this.”
Ranpo's voice echoed, immediately sprinting out of the Agency's office. “Ranpo-san, wait!” Atsushi called out, but his efforts ended up in vain. “What happened?” Asked, the blonde haired man, adjusting his glasses. “Kunikida-kun, I don't think he'll be okay.” The weretiger fidgeted, his tone filled with worry and guilt.
…
“There's no way, there's no way, there's no way, there's really no—”
Ranpo was pacing in his room, pulling his hair, stimming. Plastics of snacks scrambled all across his bedroom.
“There is no explanation for this, I just—”
…
“Don't want to accept it.”
He spoke with an uneasy tone.
Why?
Why did they even choose to join an organization like that? What crossed their minds to even THINK about it?
Was it a life or death decision?
Hell, Ranpo should know about this. He just always knows what to do, right?
For once, he asked himself 'Maybe'.
He had always hated that word, because he never needed to use it.
"Sleep will cure this." He spoke weakly—and blandly, shortly flopping on his bed, hoping to drift off sooner rather than later.
...
Ranpo laid on his bed, hand on his head. He had work in a few hours—and he didn’t even get a wink of sleep. He already had a sneaking suspicion that his parents kept a massive secret from him—but he didn’t know how ‘massive’ it was.
He felt pitiful, and, well, stupid. Foolish? Perhaps. Betrayed? Definitely
His parents literally supported him to be a police officer—wouldn’t that harm them if he were to find out that they were in a Mafia organization?
What were even their reasons?
…
The ‘Great’ Detective’s alarm rang, signalling his time to prepare for work, and the most hardest thing…getting up.
He couldn’t even realize he was swimming in his tears.
Ranpo clumsily got out of bed, a bothersome weight washing over his body. He looked in the mirror. “My hair is a mess.” He mumbled. “Not that I care, anyway.”
“Why should I care? It’s not like you cared to tell me, huh?”
…
He was probably just cranky that he couldn’t get an ounce of sleep last night—could anyone, really sleep well after hearing that your beloved parents were in an organization he despised?
…
Whatever.
He lazily put on his clothes, and shortly after, shoes. He really couldn’t care less anyway.
The acts of his parents, though, were careless.
Did they even have a good reason?
… Nevermind. He should probably take a short walk to clear this off his mind.
If he doesn't get lost, that is.