✓ 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘀: Detectives of East and West (RanpoxY/N)

15: Rescuing Sherlock

Ranpo

I woke up to the dim light filtering through a small, barred window. The moon cast long shadows across the room, giving it an eerie atmosphere. I silently observed my surroundings, piecing together where I was. A faint memory surfaced—of being struck on the nape by a man I was with earlier. 

"What a way to kidnap someone, eh?"

A man's voice broke the silence. "You're finally awake, detective."

I looked ahead and saw a man in uniform standing from his seat opposite mine. It was the man behind this entire catastrophe. He walked towards me and stopped right in front of me.

"How unfortunate to see the detective, famous and admired by everyone in Yokohama, end up dying here in the 'so-called' city where he was born."

I remained calm, my expression detached. "I don't think you're one to talk. Chief Inspector." I retorted, meeting his gaze.

He grinned. "And why is that, detective?"

Leaning back in the chair, I felt the rope binding my wrists loosen slightly, easing the discomfort. 

I smirked. "Because right now, I can deduce that..." I opened my eyes, locking onto his. 

"Your wrongdoings will end here."

A moment of silence hung between us before he burst into laughter, looking at me with amusement. "Now that you're going to die anyway, why don't you entertain me?"

I tilted my head. "Entertain you with what? Those crimes you committed?" I grinned, seeing his reaction.

"You're brilliant indeed. Which makes you, a little brat with that childish 'attitude,' cover that genius brain of yours." He crossed his arms. "Like a certain 'someone' I knew who has a daughter twice as smart as him."

I crossed my legs and smiled. "Yeah. And I must say that she almost managed to catch up with my 'wits'."

"And why is that?" he asked, curiosity piqued.

I paused for a moment, then spoke. "Let me just say that I, Ranpo Edogawa, who can deduce everything, cannot seem to read a special, intelligent woman like Y/N."

His face softened. "What?" he muttered, then laughed. "How come you can't read her? Aren't you the great detective, as you corrected me twice earlier, here in Yokohama?"

I shrugged. "I am. The best and the greatest. But for some reason, Y/N has this enigmatic face and attitude that makes me look at her in a different way, as if she were an incredible mystery case for me to solve," I said, remembering the day we first met, during the bookstore owner case.

After a moment, I looked at him again. "Now, let me tell you how you committed those crimes, shall we?" I smirked, seeing him mirror my expression.

"I'm listening, detective." he said, intrigued.

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