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Warning: Physical and Verbal Abuse, Personality Shift, Burning.

The three of us were tasked to solve a case which only took a few minutes for all of us to solve, when walking out and planning to go back to the orphanage we heard a distressed screech thinking it was another case and meaning it was a race for all three of us, me, Edgar Allan Poe, and Edogawa Ranpo. I ran the fastest and when I got there I see a woman on the concrete floor pointing at a man in the alley running with what seemed to be a bag.

I ran after him and then I snatched the bag from his arms as I wait for someone, a cop perhaps to catch this guy. A boy with black hair had a little basket in front of him filled with little chocolate and was selling them, I bumped into him but didn't make him fall. I saw that the burglar has a knife in his hand which means he take someone hostage, I took the little boy's hand.

"Come on, follow me!" I command as I took him and he let the hatch of his little basket fall into place securing his chocolates. 

We kept running and running and I realize that the boy I took with me was actually keeping pace, even after all this running he wasn't out of breath or taking breaks to do so which means he knows how to run properly. I saw an alley and a cop so I pushed the boy into the alley and hid behind the cop the guy immediately ran back only to bump into more cops. 

The guy got arrested and I gave the cops the bag, going back to the boy I saw that he was still cleaning himself from the dirt on his pants. He took notice of me and bowed.

"Thank you for saving me, I could've been used in some way if you hadn't taken me with you" He looked me in the eye and it was purple, filled with life that I wish I could have. "My name is Fyodor Dostoevsky, and I'm sad to inform you that this is the only way I can show my thanks" He reached into his box and took out five chocolate pieces, and handed them to me. 

"There's no need, if I haven't taken you with me you're just gonna get in the way..." He ponder and then laughed, after he calmed down a little I continued. "My name is Y/N L/N, thank you for not being such a hassle but I must go back to my colleagues" I bowed slightly and when I turned I saw both of them walking towards me.

"Ahhh! N/N you are here! Ooo? Hey...  aren't you the chocolate boy I was talking to before we got to the case?" Ahh... right, Ranpo wanted to purchase a few earlier but we were really needed so we dragged him into the case. "Say how much does five cost?" Liar, he knows how much that'll cost. 

"Actually, since your friend saved me but doesn't want it why don't you take it?" He handed the chocolates to Ranpo and he cheered. "You guys are so cool, I need to go back so bye!" He ran.

"Sweets! here you both have one and I'll take the rest~" Ranpo hand me one and hop one in his mouth, I looked at the candy and then put it in my pocket.

No wonder, his name, his features, and his aura doesn't seem that strange or new, we've met before. Years ago before, back when we were both still in preschool age. 

I was still frozen in place as he caress my cheek, his eyes never leaving mines. I parted my lips to speak but he looked over at them, and then he got close instant I slouch to avoid his kiss, and opened the door to escape. Why is my heart racing, and why was he making me feel... nervous? I calmed down and come back in the car where I was only met with a very sad and drunk Fyodor.

"*Sigh* Fyodor... first, you're drunk second, why would I try and kill you? and three we've only known each other for a while..." I sat and then I heard him shift.

Looking at him he looked at me with sass and was pouting but then he straighten his posture.

"You know that's not true," He said in a stern tone. "I bet you remembered our first encounter, our real first encounter... " When he turned to me again I saw how his face was back to normal, composed, and doesn't seem to be under much alcohol. "If you thought only a few glasses of wine would make me that wasted then you underestimated me~" He smirked. "And I know you were lying~ But I wasn't... I know you wanted to kill me but I really don't understand why?"

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