𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀 | BSD x MALE READER

08 Crucial

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Atsushi, fresh from his conversation with Dazai turns to glance back in Y/N's direction, just for a sudden commotion to catch his attention. a sudden shout splits the air. All eyes turn as a man bolts through the crowd, clutching a wallet and casting desperate glances over his shoulder. He barrels into the weretiger's shoulder with enough force to make him stumble.

Without a second thought, Atsushi runs after him. Always been one to protect without hesitation, and today is no different. "Stop right there!" His voice echoes, firm yet almost swallowed by the city's endless hum- the sounds of Yokohama's familiar sounds of car horns and chatter seem to fade.

But why does he chase with such urgency? It feels like hes been set to this purpose or is it simply duty that drives him?

He shakes off the thoughts, refocusing on the chase, but in the next breath everything distorts. A blink-a single, involuntary moment. The thief who was just a few paces ahead, is suddenly torn from the street, his body slammed violently by a truck that barrels through the intersection without warning. The thud of metal against flesh, the shattering of bone- its too much, too sudden.

What just happened? His mind struggles to catch up. Did he really just see that? The thiefs body, so suddenly still, lies in a way that doesn't make sense. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. It wasn't supposed to end this way.

Is this what happens when I'm involved? Why does it always end like this? Is it me?

Could I have stopped it? Should I have done something different?

He looks around, looking around desperately for a way to deal with this kind of situation. His hands nervously grabbing the phone calling the police, too nervous to notice the certain student watching the whole thing from a park that he already got out of the restaurant, looking at him with.. expected reaction as if he already expected the whole thing to happen. Then the student walks away from the scene.

Atsushi's hands tremble as he desperately calls the police. His hands shaking uncontrollably, the weight of the device feeling heavier than ever. In the midst of his panic, his gaze sweeps across the scene, unknowingly passing over a certain figure. The student who had walked out of the restaurant, stands just a few paces away watching him. no sign of distress but an almost expectant gaze, as if everything had unfolded exactly as he anticipated.

The student's gaze lingers on Atsushi for a second longer before he turns and walks away. Letting the once relaxing city drown in a disturbing mess, as countless eyes bear witness to the accident.

Or perhaps it was more fitting to call it a murder?

After what felt like an eternity, sirens echoes through the streets, signaling the arrival of the police. Behind them, Dazai walks in his usual slow pace. Kunikida was right beside him, his face etches with seriousness as he surveys the scene.

Dazai turns his attention to Atsushi who is still frozen in shock, his hands gripping the phone, eyes wide. Dazai's voice cut through the air, quiet but insistent.

"So Atsushi kun" his gaze steady but his tone oddly soft? "What exactly happened here?" His question hung in the air, he already knew the answer but was waiting for Atsushi to speak.

The brunette haired boy's gaze lingers on the white haired figure in front of him. Atsushi's lips parts, but the words refuses to come, stuck somewhere deep in his throat. He had been here, so sure he was just doing his job, only to find himself caught in the gravity of a world he couldn't control.

Kunikida stands off to the side, his sharp eyes focused on the scene. He hears the wavering uncertainty in Atsushi's voice, the self-doubt that plagues him after the accident. He knows better than anyone that there's no room for such thoughts when the task at hand demands clarity.

"Atsushi, clear your head"

Atsushi blinks as if the words havent fully registered. He turns his gaze to Kunikida. Meanwhile, Dazai lingers by the scene, his eyes scanning the area. The police are still walking around aimlessly, murmuring to each other. Is this what Ranpo has to deal with when hes out on a case? Ranpo would be annoyed by this, he can already hear Ranpo's complaints in his head agh.

He looks down at the scene once more, his eyes narrowing as he examines the truck and the way the man fell. Dazai straightens up, hands slipping into his pockets as he steps away from the scene.

The student, dressed in a tan suit with a red tie returns from what seemed like an elaborate test of his new ability. The situation, despite his careful planning had not unfolded exactly as he would envisioned. Yet in some strange way, it was predictable.

His gaze drifts to the death note in his hands. The power it grants him feels like an extension of his own thoughts.

His first two experiments were.. imperfect, but at least it leads him to understanding the true power that now lay in his hands.

The first one was a prisoner who was meant to carve out the very essence of me, the face of Kira. To acknowledge my existence with his final breath. But what he left behind was not my face, not the image of the one who shaped death itself, but instead a strange ritual symbol. Perhaps, he didnt know me, as he suspected.

The second experiment had been just as bold. he told him- escape the prison and run to Paris in an hour, to die in that city of lights. A dramatic death in a foreign place to cement his fate. But that prisoner oh, how simple minded, couldn't even manage the basics of the student's plan. He failed before he even began, trying to flee his cell only to die in the very prison he was supposed to escape.

But now it had worked after those two experiments. His words, written in the restaurant.

'Ryuji Tanaka steals an armed detective agency member's wallet and dies by getting hit by a truck at 1:28 PM.'

He had predicted it would fail, in a way. Not the crash but The wrong target. The victim hadn't known who he was supposed to steal the wallet from. But it wasn't just that, Y/N had seen that guy. The guy had been eavesdropping on his conversation with Naomi at Umazaki cafe. Now, it's confirmed.

Although Y/N hadnt planned for it, the encounter near the restaurant. It was too perfect. it screamed that fate was aligning in his favor. A coincidence? Perhaps. But then again, in a world governed by the death note, how could anything be mere coincidence?

Is this a sign that God is on my side? He thinks. He is the one chosen. The one with the power to reshape this world in his image. A God in human form.

Those were his words, his desires made real in the span of a few seconds. How could anyone deny that he was meant for something greater?

Who else could it be? Who else would possess the power to write reality into existence with such ease?

Is it wrong if it felt so right?

but what if it isn't wrong? What if this is the way things are meant to be? After all, if the world is broken, isn't it his responsibility to repair it? In that moment, Y/N realizes that he doesn't care if it is wrong. All that matters is that it feels right.

Days pass and the Kira case continues to unravel the fabric of Yokohama's once thriving streets. The Agency's frustration deepens- no clues, no solid leads. The criminal underworld buzzes with whispers, but none can say for sure who Kira is. Every day feels like unknown, a weight that presses on the shoulders of both the Agency and the Port Mafia alike.

Strangely, their rivalry has dulled. The usual tension that once simmered between them is now a quiet, uneasy truce. The criminals of Yokohama- those who used to thrive on fear and conflict-now share a common enemy. And neither side dares provoke the other too openly.

And what will the city be like when this finally ends? If it ever does.

But amid the quiet storm, there is one person who remains unfazed- Ranpo.

He walks over to the whiteboard, where the disjointed connections and scattered notes about Kira are still drawn. he wipes everything off clearing the space for something new.

"I think I might have an idea" Ranpo says, his voice soft yet carrying a undercurrent of something unsettling.

"An idea? How can you-"

Ranpo cuts him off with a lazy glance, his lips curling into a smirk.

"You will see"