Coffee Love

Hypocrites

My eyes widened slightly, "Well.. I was.. uhm... I was.. just a little down... ahahaha.." I laughed awkwardly.

The detective wasn't buying it, "Is someone hurting you? Or did something to hurt you?" No, it was never like that.

"No.. no. No one is doing anything to me, its just some sad feelings I wish I could get rid of.." I answered, maybe it was best to be more honest without confessing to him on accident.

My eyes met Ranpo, his face looked hurt. He knew I was lying... a little. It wasn't a big lie, but he knew I was hiding something - despite being mu friend for years. "Why? What happened?" He asked, trying to not show evident pain.

"My God-father, for starters, is.." I looked at him again to see how much attention he was paying, "Actually- actually- maybe not.. I'm sorry Ranpo, I'm making you worry for me.." I was slowly breathing heavily, trying to calm myself in a way.

Ranpo was almost yelling at me, "What is it? Poe, we're friends, tell me. I want to help you here." Right, we are friends. Even if I have feelings for him, we're friends.

"No- its just how I looked back at my life from now.." I managed to get out. Ranpo stayed silent, letting me continue, "I always lead a life of misfortune, and the fact I'm doing well now... I guess it lead me back into mis..misery." We both stared at eachother for a good few minutes. That's the most convincing thing I could say.

Ranpo was almost unconvinced, but sighed, "Bad memories, huh?" I was wasting his time again, "Well, the best way to get rid of them isn't drinking. It would be better to start writing about your feelings more than detective stories for now," well that's what this journal is for, "Try a journal and just stay away from beer, you get tipsy after one glass!" He yelled, which scared me half to death.

"Got it." I replied, rather timidly.

"What did you say!? I couldn't hear you!" He was teasing again.

"I said 'got it'!" I shouted. Ranpo laughed.

After that, I started tickiling him. I never had been that scared before. Ranpo's giggles were filling up the room, changing the atmosphere entirely. We were both happy and acting like kids! "Well, Ranpo, I have a question for you." This was actually something I wanted to ask him.

"Oh yeah?" Ranpo was eating again, "What is it, Poe?"

"Were you ever confused about your purpose here?" I asked, the room was filled with silence and thinking. The atmosphere in the room shifted to more serious undertones. I loved it when Ranpo was serious.

The silence got cut off, "When I met Fukuzawa, well later than that, I never understood why adults were.. well.. like adults?" Interesting. I kept listening, "I never understood the purpose, I grew confused with this as a whole, everyone else I was close to had abilities and I-" he looked at me for a second.

"You- wait. Don't you have an ability?" I asked to make sure. If he didn't, I'm not sure what to say.

The detective's eyes were widened, as if he were being deceived himself, "I'm sorry what were we talking about?" He laughed to himself, "Of course I have an ability! I just got it later! Aha..aha.." his laugh sounded so.. forced.

"When you felt most down." I responded. Ranpo.. may not have an ability.

After a long chat with Ranpo that went until 10pm, he left. I sat in front of the front door. My brain was going haywire. All this time... did Ranpo have an ability? He denied it, but could he be lying to me? I hate to say it, but.. he's more of a hypocrite. We're both hypocrites. We lied to eachother, we both got mad at eachother over it.

If all of that was natural and not some ability, then I truly am worthless. Even my ability couldn't save me from that. My God-father would laugh at my face, mock me, throw me back into some academy. All for that to continue as a cycle of misfortune.

I hope Ranpo isn't lying, he can't lie, I don't want a never ending cycle.