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11 Do you like apples?

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In the dark and quiet port mafia quarters, more precisely, within the dim lit confines of a certain orange haired executive's office. He is stressed and worried about his subordinates' deaths out of nowhere, not just his but Kouyou's as well, all collapsed without warning right in front of him. The room is quiet, broken only by the soft ticking of the clock in his room.

He leans back with his arms crossed, a hard glare on his face "It's gotta be Kira again. Of course it has to be that bastard!" he huffs as his sharp eyes glaring into the dim light. What the hell even is that ability, is it some kind of manipulation? he might think.

One of the subordinates he sent to investigate the specific town dazai had mentioned still hadnt returned. The absence stretches on, long enough for the executive to come to the only logical conclusion.

Dead.

Fingers drumming against the desk as frustration and guilt growing inside him, he can only imagine himself crushing the culprit slamming them into the ground until nothing is left behind but bloodbath and regret. It doesn't solve anything, but the thought feels good.

He rests his elbows on the desk, hands running through his hair. His mind is all about the culprit, about the deaths and about a mackerel's cryptic hints.

Maybe its time to take action himself. Waiting has done nothing but add names to the growing list of dead subordinates. He then grabs his coat, heading out the door. It's all the weight he can't stand anymore. His fingers twitch at his sides itching for something to crush.

His hat tilts low over his eyes. The thought of confronting the person behind this make his blood simmer and he welcomes it. If he finds them, he doesn't just plan to kill them but to make sure they regret ever crossing the port mafia.

"Let's see if you can handle me kira- or whoever the hell you are!"

Gravity isn't exactly forgiving, and neither is he. The ginger walks along the hallway, his shoes echoing loudly against the cold floor. The dim lights overhead flicker, casting fleeting shadows that seem to shrink from his presence.

A subordinate hesitates before approaching, clutching a stack of reports like some sort of shield. "Sir, do we have any updates on the missing teams?"

Chuuya only keeps walking forward, answering with one short word. "No." That was enough. The subordinate falls silent as he watches the superior vanish down the corridor.

At the same time, Y/N finds himself sitting in his class,  his gaze drifting lazily over the pages of his notebook. The teacher is doing their usual routine as hes explaining something that doesn't seem to require any effort to understand.

The chalk scratches against the board, its sound barely reaching him, swallowed by the weight of his disinterest. It's not like keeping up is a challenge. In fact Y/N's mind is already miles away. He has been bored from the very moment he stepped his foot into this place

'How could this get any more boring?' you think as your gaze flickering between the window and the notebook right in front of you. The world outside feels freer and more alive. Back and forth, your attention shifts numbly between these two things. Then suddenly it breaks, your mind snaps back when your name is being called.

"Y/N"

The teacher's voice pulls you back into present, drawing every eyes in the room towards you.

"Please show us how to solve this math problem" they say, gesturing to the board.

Rising from your seat, you grab the chalk as your mind already calculating the problem's solution while walking to the front. The math problem stares back at you its almost simple though, at least for you.

"Alright.."

"R-ritual..?"

Documents and papers are scattered across Kunikida and Dazai's desks, some overlapping, some marked with hurried notes among them lie two odd photos,  Another photo which is equally peculiar, is held loosely in Ranpo's hand as he sits at his desk with a lollipop in his mouth.

The weretiger stnds next to his mentor as he looks at the photos on the desk worriedly "Yesterday there were also 23 deaths at prisons.." His voice trails off as he looks at his mentor clearly seeking advice without saying it outright.

A firm yet gentle hand lands on his shoulder. He turns to find Tanizaki offering him a reassuring smile, trying his best to ease the tension.

"23 deaths.. so possibly 1 death per hour" The blonde says as he adjusts his glasses.

"If that's the case then.. I don't think the culprit is a student anymore." 

"Not at all." Ranpo quickly cut off Kunikida, causing almost everyone in the room to look at him. "But how would-" "I'm not done talking!"

"I'm still sure Kira is a student." Ranpo says as he stands pulling his signature glasses from his pocket. He slides them on and adjusts them with practiced ease before tilting his hat into place.

Dazai leans against the desk, his fingers resting under his chin in thought "What kira want to tell us isn't this huh.." he muses before smiling after a while.

Ranpo's eyes narrow as he speaks, rather to himself than to anyone in the room "Why did it have to be one person per hour? Why prisoners, where the guards would notice their deaths immediately?"

...

"I see." The detective says with a smile as he hops onto the edge of the desk. His tone is somehow amused yet worried. "They want to tell us they can control the exact time their victims die."

Ranpo's deduction hung in the air. If Kira could control the time of death, then every hour was like a fucking countdown ticking louder and louder with every passing moment after all.

'This is odd' he thinks as he stares at the same strange photo 'We've only just started suspecting Kira is a student, and then this happened?' He thinks to himself, this couldn't be a coincidence he is surely of that.

'Or could they possibly know what we're investigating?' The smile that had lingered on his face begins to fade as he turns towards the window. If you are observant enough you could see sweat on his face.

His gaze drops to the photo once more. I can't ignore this 'If the victim's behavior was this strange from the start..'

His frown deepens. No. If Kira can control the exact time of death, then.. can they control how the victims die too?


Just before his thoughts can continue, the sound of the agency door opening cut through the silence revealing a tall man with silver hair, interrupting the moment.

"President!" Kunikida calls out, bowing quickly while Atsushi rushes towards him for some reason.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"I'm going out to meet a friend of mine" Fukuzawa replies simply.

Ranpo narrows his eyes, thinking hard about the words. Dazai's reaction isn't different from his. The president glances at Ranpo and walks over, handing him a folded note. "Before I go, a police officer asked me to give this to you. They think it might help you with the Kira case."

The detective takes the note from him as he unfolds it carefully, his eyes moving over each line. Ranpo looks up. But by the time he did, Fukuzawa had already left the office leaving him no choice but to keep reading.

"Tch, you murderer.."

A/N: my bad gang for disappearing