𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 {𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚞𝚢𝚊𝚡𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛}

Chapter 8

I walked inside the Agency to see people running around.

"Ah, L/n. There you are." Fukuzawa saw me.

I looked at him. Finch looked confused.

"We have an exam for someone who's interested in joining the Agency." He told me. "I was wondering, if you wanted the lead role?"

"L-lead role? Sure, I don't mind." I said.

He nodded, "Good."

"What role?"

"Well, we decided to do the very exact thing we did for your exam. In this case, you're in the role Junichiro was in."

"So.. the bomber?"

"Correct."

I nodded. "And for Finch?"

"Finch... Can just stay in my office for the meantime."

Finch's eyes lit up.

"Naomi will be the hostage. You know what to do, correct?"

"Yes sir."

"Very well. Follow me, Finch."

Finch flew behind Fukuzawa.

I took a deep breath.

I'm sure I can make a great terrorist...

~Atsushi's Pov:~
"Take the stairs, just in case.." Dazai said.

We walked inside a door saying Armed Detective Agency.

"I'm about to lose it..." I heard a voice say. "Where the hell is your damn President?! Bring him right now or I'll blow everyone to kingdom come!"

"A personal grudge.. She's the troublesome type." Dazai mumbled.

"Yeah." Kunikida agreed.

The bomber was a woman. She had h/c hair and a black outfit.. she was also wearing glasses with her hair down.

"Why am I here?" I asked.

"She seems to be pretty furious at the Agency.." Kunikida said.

"I have no use.. may I go now?" I asked again.

"We do attract a lot of I'll will.." Dazai said.

"Are you ignoring me?"

~Y/n's Pov:~
"I'm not going to ask again!" I shouted, "Where the hell is your President?!"

"Hey!" Kunikida popped up from behind a plant.

"Wait a minute. You're Kunikida Doppo." I said, "Get on all fours right there!" I shouted and pointed to the desk.

"...Huh?"

"What, are you stupid?!" I asked and grabbed Naomi by the collar of her shirt. "Now!"

He got on the desk on all fours.

I was trying so hard to not laugh.

After a few minutes. I see someone else walk up. "S-s-stop!"

Huh?

I see Atsushi holding newspapers. He looked nervous.

About time.

"Wh-wh-what could you possibly accomplish from doing this? I'm sure this would make your parents very upset-"

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" I shouted. "You're not in the Agency."

He jumped in surprise, "I-i'm just a newspaper delivery boy who happened to pass by.."