The Choice is Yours || Bungo Stray Dogs x GN!YN

二 The Soft Clouds Before a Storm

Satoki Y/n POV - First Person

＂おはようございます... 誰ですか？"

'Yes! He replied! Good thinking Y/n!' "Hello! Is this Edgar Allen Poe?" My voice was shaky with the sudden adrenaline and excitement to finally hearing a new voice.

"Yes..?"

"It's me! Satoki Y/n!! Poe did you already forget me!" The gasp answered all my questions immediately and before I could ask anything else he was quick to speak.

"Satoki? Of course I'd remember you!"

"Poe! I'm living in Yokohama again, would you like to go to a café and catch up?" He agreed and set a time he's available. 'After years I am finally seeing Poe again!!' Many thoughts both positive and negative passed through my shit type of brain. As I was getting ready he sent me an address to a place he says someone he knows works at. He seemed overly excited both that I had returned and that I would hopefully meet this new person.

Practically running to the place I watched how it was slowly turning to spring. Everywhere I went was just as beautiful as before with the new addition to higher technological things. The lake was always shimmering and everything was almost mesmerising. Slowing down now that the café had come into view I noticed quickly it was on the base floor of a building with 4-5 floors. I had yet to wash my usual attire so for the day it was a simple coat with a matching pair of pants.

No one seemed to mind as I walked closer and closer to the entrance of this building. The moment I opened the door a raccoon runs out. "A raccoon?" I mutter under my breath. Squatting down I pick it up and it immediately nuzzles close to me. "Karl!!" I stood up to see a taller man infront of me. He seemed to be.. quivering? "Is he yours?" Was all that seemed to come out of my mouth at that moment. He nods eagerly but it seems 'Karl' doesn't want to leave my grasp.

"Uh... he isn't letting go of me." I mutter awkwardly to the slightly anxious man. "You sound familiar.. whats your name?" The hair over his eyes makes me feel as if he just cannot see at all, but my point was already disproven when Karl ran over and him following closely afterwards. "My name is Edgar Allen Poe." He states with a confident tone in his voice. Click. "Poe!! It's me! Haha! It's great to see you!" He freezes but eventually realises who I am and smiles.

"Satoki, I'm glad you could make it." The stutter he had seemed to never go away and his voice stayed in a quieter pitch but I didn't mind since I can lip read if I have to. As we walked back to where he was sitting before Karl ran to greet me a tan piece of clothing passes by the window. "Oh no...." Poe mutters, shrinking back into his chair as he notices who it was that passed by.

"Oh my!!! Such a beautiful person! Fate has finally given me such a perfect partner~!" The odd man takes my hand as Karl jumps to my shoulder in surprise. "Say, would you like to do the pleasure of committing double suicide with me~?!" Looking down at the man who is now kneeling and holding my hand. He has a closed eyed smile. Although, before I could slip in a word to his proposal. A man who was seemingly the complete opposite interrupts.

"Dazai!! Stop assauling people into commiting suicide! You vagabond!!" He lets go of my hand, forcefully, and gets dragged away to a room with 'employees only' on the door. "Hey Poe... who?" Looking back at him it seems he was terrified but seemingly used to it despite the tense posture. "That was Dazai and Kunikida... I'm glad I don't work here. Oh, Satoki why do you wear the.. uh." He gestures to the darker cloth I wear to cover my eyes after blatantly disregarding someones death bed.

"I don't have full control over my ability's activation so the cloth is to avoid it activating. Don't worry I can see." My answer seems to surprise him but he quickly relaxes as I finally turn to sit across him and explain what I meany. "My ability is called 'Hand Thy Time, Hand Thy Deal'. It can be quite dangerous if I don't wear this eye cloth. For it to activate I need to have nothing filtering my eyes while looking into someone elses." The quick explanation was answered with a few nods.

Soon, a waitress comes over and asks for our orders. We have small conversations about anything we missed from not being able to contact over the last few months.