As someone in the Armed Detective Agency, you would think that Y/n L/n would at least be a little bit productive during the day. Well, you're wrong. However, he always seems to be wide awake during the night, earning himself the nickname "Lazy Worka...
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Fritzgerald, the rich man from America, the one with annoyingly blond hair and a smug smile, has appeared before Y/n and Atsushi. He didn't even need to sneak up on the two, he just casually walked up to them and greeted them like an old friend. How snotty.
Y/n put an arm in front of Atsushi while the smaller looked at the American with a shocked expression. Y/n gritted his teeth and glared heavily at Fritzgerald, almost like the man was a heavy burden that Y/n has been carrying around for centuries.
"What a cliched reaction." The wind seemed to carry out Fritzgerald's voice as he seems to suddenly disappear from the two detective's sights.
"Wha..?!" Atsushi cried out as he took a step back, but then he bumped into something.
Feeling the body, Atsushi turned around quickly and threw a punch. However, Fritzgerald was faster, and stronger, as he grabbed Atsushi's fist and held it in place. Y/n whipped around, and his eyes widened in shock. Not even his hair could stay over his eye anymore.
"This attack is just as typical," Fritzgerald claims, smiling down at Atsushi. "The leader of the guild himself is here to collect the two of you despite the objections from his folks, you know? I was expecting a little bit more of a warm greeting."
Atsushi's foot suddenly skids on the floor slightly, show how much force he was trying to put into the punch only for it to go nowhere because of Fritzgerald. 'Such a strong arm...! No way... Combat-class ability?!' Atsushi thought to himself.
'However... if this man is defeated... the war will be over!'
Suddenly, Y/n kicked Fritzgerald in the chest. The sudden power behind the kick made the blond drop Atsushi to the ground and stumble backwards a bit. Y/n let out a small huff as he stood in front of Atsushi protectively. Atsushi stared up at Y/n in shock before looking back at Fritzgerald.
Fritzgerald merely smiled, a hand on his chest where he was kicked but he was still standing. "...That was a nice kick, my dear." He looked back at Y/n, completely unfazed. "Worths, a hundred thousand... My turn~"
Fritzgerald suddenly launched a kick to Y/n's head. Y/n was quick enough to block it with his arm, but he lost his footing. The kick was powerful, leaving a bit of air behind and throwing Y/n to the ground. Y/n grunted, not in pain, but in shock.
"Y/n?!" Atsushi yelled out. He then turned to Fritzgerald with pure anger. "You bastard!!" He quickly got off the ground and dashed to the blond.
"Oh~ Sorry," Fritzgerald teased as he shrugged, not even worried that Atsushi was running headfirst to him. "What's this? You want a turn too? Well..." He opened his arms invitingly. "...be my guest."
