They Will Call Our Crimes A Work Of Art: Soukoku Child (Chuuya X Dazai)

A.D.A. arc part 2: Murder? Murder!

You know, colours are truly a mysterious thing, in some languages there are words for specific colours that do not exist in others, but in each and every languages, colours have a meaning but why...

If placed in a completely white room, a human's first thought is 'there is nothing'

For us, the color white, comes with the sensation of nothing, of coldness, numbness, of silence. When facing snow, how many of us have stared at the endless white simply enchanted by the silent whisper of nothingness, the promise that all returns to the silent.
Now think of a dark room, maybe your childhood one? Even if as a child you didn't fear the dark, can you swear to have never seen something in the shadow?
In the dark everything could be there, places become bigger, noises get amplified, because there is everything in the darkness.
Be it primordial fear or a strange mechanism of preservation, we see things in the dark.

A black room is full of things, while a white room is empty.
But of the two, it's the white that helds every color we can see, so why is that, we only see things in the dark but never in the light?

Shades warning - too many sunshine in the same space

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Good day young lady, I believe Dazai-san didn't explain much about your presence here"

Shion nodded
"You would be right, Mister...?"

"Yukichi Fukuzawa, president of the Armed Detective Agency"

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Kunikida Doppo stared at the assortment of papers on his desk, he had planned his mental breakdown, and according to his schedule he had twenty minutes of assorted thinking.

He leaned on his chair and stared at the ceiling

He had recently discovered, at least three Agency's members collaborated regularly with the Port Mafia division.

He had through the collaboration would last as long as there was a threat to their city, he hadn't thought it would continue...

He wasn't sure what to think about, his colleagues regularly aiding known criminals

He breathes heavily, he was being a hypocrite.
He regularly went to the 'Oda Orphanage' to teach the children, occasionally reading the director's own works.
Sakunosuke Oda was an ex-member of the Port Mafia, the children in the orphanage were gang members.

Oda-san himself was a skilled assassin before joining the Mafia.

He fixed his glasses, he was being ridiculous, he had used the fact that Oda-san wasn't in the Mafia anymore as an excuse to justify his meetings.

Him, better than anyone should know that the world was far from being black and white
The Agency has always been a palette of grays, just the other day they accepted an unusual request of bodyguarding because of the massive pay.

He ran his hands down his face.
After the terrorism fiasco, even if they were cleared of all charges they still had lesser clients than before, making them more inclined to take those odd jobs.

The clock struck the twenty minutes Kunikida signed and started sorting the paperwork on his desk, with only the soft thuds of Kenji's feet on the roof and the rustling of papers keeping him company.

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