𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲 | 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙫3

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅: 𝗹𝗶𝗹 𝗲

"Wait a fucking minute," Tenko began, "if Tojo-san's the mom, that means that she at some point married a pig."

Rantaro cleared his throat. "Chabashira-san, I would appreciate it if you stopped referring my gender as 'pigs'."

"You would appreciate it, but it's not like I'd do anything in the world to have your appreciation," she said with a gentle smile. 

"Funny," the Ultimate Maid scoffed. She adjusted the straps to her apron.

"TEN BETS IT WAS JUSTIN BIEBER!" Ryoma suddenly called out as he randomly pulled a deck of Pokémon cards out of the air.

"I would never!"

"You would yesver?"

"What?"

"What?"

Then the door bursted open, and everyone saw a panting Kaede and a mad inventor in a pink shirt.

"Yo, what's this all for?" Kaito asked. He had a goatee and his hair stuck up. He was the Ultimate Astronaut.

"Akamatsu has wait had an abusive boyfriend but y'all will NOT believe what I just saw."

Tsumugi was with them but had went home earlier, so she was curious. Himiko as well.

"Woah woah, calm down, first things first. Akamatsu-san. . .?"

The pianist rubbed the back of her neck with her hand and stated that it was true in confirmation. Luckily for her, no one specifically dwelled on it and there was no silence. But she knew that there would be a few more comments on this topic later.

"BUT GUYS," Miu whined. "YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHO I SAW!"

Kirumi asked, "Who?"

"Brace yourselves." And everyone did. Some sat in their chairs leaning forward, and some had their hands on their hips in suspense.

"That little lying shit."

Everyone let out a loud groaning ahww in either expectance, surprise, or emotion.

It started out high and ended out low, so not like an 'aw' you produce when seeing a cute animal.

The people who had leaned forward were either on the floor pounding it with their fists or had their heads hung low.

The ones with their hands on their hips had their hands covering their entire face with their head brought back.

Maki was standing biting her nail and Gonta was just taken aback.

Call it unlikely, but they had been on the topic of Kokichi for a bit. It used to be just something brought up every now and then, but a special someone (Tsumugi) said that he was dead for the reaction of it.

"Are you kidding me?" was the first sentence heard. Spoken by the Ultimate Cosplayer, also the one who started the myth of dead Kokichi, the sentence was what everyone wanted to say.

But they all knew Miu had a serious face on.

"No but listen to this," she said. She turned around to Kaede who she already explained everything to for consent. The pianist weakly nodded her head.

"I got to that Akamatsu-chan by him."

Tension filled the room.

"He definitely saw her. He TOLD me. When I got there, the shit—and I mean her ex-boyfriend—was already getting out of the shop, but he was trying to hit Akamatsu. BUT—" she turned to Kaede "—Miss Piano here said that it wasn't him who helped her."

"So what?" Kaito muttered. "The brick was too heartless to help. That's all there is to it."

"I have a feeling there's more to that," Shuichi muttered. All eyes were on him and he immediately darted his eyes behind him to Angie and snatched his hat out of her hand. Then he put it on and covered his face.

Angie pouted and said that he was no fun while trying to snatch it back.

"Nevermind, Kaito's probably right. That little shit's got no respect."

"THERE WE GO, IRUMA-SAN! WE DO NOT STAN A LOW-LIFE MALE!"

. . .

"Oh but Kaito's never right."

"We were all expecting that," Himiko yawned.

"Let's not talk about Oma for one fucking second," Miu said even though she was the one who made a big riot. "Any new cases or anything?"

"Um. . ." Ryoma flipped through a few papers and took a cigarette out of his mouth. "Yeah, it's been going on for pretty long apparently."

Shuichi nodded for the Ultimate Tennis Player to continue. Ryoma flipped to the next page in understanding.

"It's been called. . .uh. . .Prank Organization?"

"What's that?"

"Isn't that kind of broad?"

"I don't get it."

"Can you elaborate?"

Voices jammed in from everywhere, but then Shuichi raised his voice. "How many people?"

Silence filled the room. Shuichi pulled his hat over his head because he was sorry for raising his voice.

"They said it can't be over thirty members."

The Ultimate Detective sighed in relief. He thought it would have something to do with what Kokichi said in highschool about some evil organization, but that one had ten thousand. Yes, he believed what the liar said.

Apparently he wasn't the only one who thought of Kokichi when prank and organization came up together.

"Is it a secret one?" Korekiyo asked.

"I mean, sure. If that's what you wanna call it."

"Didn't Kokichi say he had a secret evil thing?"

Kirumi shook her head. "He said it had over ten thousand members."

"I think we all know the mere assumption he even had a small group of friends is false," Maki said suddenly. Everyone then turned to her and then they put their heads up in thought.

"But either way, Shuichi can figure something out, amn't I right?" Kaito said. Shuichi was too deep in thought to muster an answer.

It was Ryoma's job to always look through files and announce new things. Their organization, Lil E, had only skyrocketed because they solved some crazy big case at a famous beach. Since then, cases that haven't been solved after forever were immediately forwarded to them.

Keebo, the Ultimate Robot, suddenly tripped over a chair leg and the tennis player came toppling. The papers fluttered around the room, and one blue tinted paper stood out to the Ultimate Entomologist, Gonta Gokuhara. He picked it up and gave it to Angie.

"What's this, Ryoma? Atua says you were just looking at this."

"I—" he coughed, "it's. . .well, that's right. I was looking through it. Totally different from the other papers."

Tenko leaned forward and gasped. "Scratch that. This wasn't even something they sent!"

Confused, Kaede went and looked at it. "She's right," she stated. "I think. . .this is a letter from the secret organization itself."

Shuichi was now flabbergasted.

You'll never take me alive~ unless we take our own lives, you won't even catch us! - some secret organization, we suppose.