Honestly idk yet (from ao3)

Once We're Done

    Hirai Yukina sat in the ADA waiting room. It has been years since she last saw him. She had to spend 3 years just trying to recover from the accident and get back on her feet (literally and figuratively). About 10 years ago, she and her parents had gotten into a car crash in which she was the only survivor, her leg was cut open and she still has a visible scar. She had also suffered amnesia for some time and couldn't remember anything but her name. After being discharged from the hospital, she wandered around Japan, living in different orphanages and homeless shelters.
    Then one fateful day, 5 years ago, when she was involved in yet another vehicular incident. Leading to her regaining some of her memories. For the first few months, it was slow and quite useless. Yukina once had a cat named Mimi and a few friends who left her anyway. Then, about a year ago she remembered her parents and her family name: Hirai. Knowing her parents and family name she went through a few records and in her research found that her parents had died. However, she discovered that she had a brother who wasn't present in the crash: Taro.
    For years Yukinai searched her old city of Nagoya for her brother to no avail. Only recently had she heard about a private detective agency, also known as the Armed Detective Agency, made up of ability users and most importantly, people who were very capable of solving impossible cases. Now she was here, waiting for her appointment where she would hopefully be able to have a detective help her finally reunite with her brother.
    "Are you Hirai-san?" a voice chimed. It belonged to a young man wearing a light yellow vest with matching pants. His blonde hair fell just above his red glasses in the front and extended into a ponytail in the back.
    "Yes," Yukina replied with a nod. The man sat down in front of her.
    "You may call me Kunikida. I hear that you are here to investigate your missing brother?" the man asks professionally.
    "Um, Yes," Yukina replies nervously, despite her age, she still had problems with socializing with strangers.
Kunikida nods and takes out a packet. "It says here that the case was far too old for the police to consider, so you decided to come to us?"
    "Yes." the woman replies again.
    "Do you have any leads to go off of? Perhaps a photo? Maybe an estimate of how old he would be now?" The blonde inquired. Yukina shook her head, her green eyes not quite reaching Kunikida's
    "No, for years I've followed leads and sightings but they all lead to dead-ends. By the time I found my home address, it had already been repossessed and everything was either lost or sold...but I do have an estimate that my brother should be in his mid to late 20s by now, like me." she quickly adds.
    Kunikida's brows furrowed together. "Hirai-san, this case will be difficult since it's been so long with so few leads. However, we will try and look into it. If I may, perhaps I could take a picture of you. If he is your sibling we could most likely use your facial features to try and find a match."
    "Oh yes," Yukina said hopefully, "you can, I'll send a profile of myself...is Email alright?"
    Yukina thanked him as they both got up. The agent goes back to the office area and the client exits the room.
    Kunikida goes back to his desk and fills out a report about the interview. He plans on investigating the case later on since he doubts it'll make a difference if he waits a few weeks to find a man who has been missing for over 10 years. Right now they still have to investigate illegal shipments, recent missing children and persons, as well as 3 murder investigations, none of them seemingly connected.
    "What did the client want?" The question came from a young man in black and white clothing, his silver hair in a choppy cut with a black streak extending on one side.
    "Ah, Atsushi! If you don't mind, please take a look at this case. I fear I don't have time for it however you may give it a shot. She's looking for her brother, Hirai Taro, he's been missing for 10 years now. He should be in his mid to late 20s." The blonde replied, not taking his eyes off his work.
    "That seems difficult..." Atsushi scratched his head while reading the file. Kunikida nods
    "True. With so few leads and this case being so old, there's a chance that Hirai-san's brother may be dead or in another country." Atsushi picks up the file again, going through its meager contents.
    "I bet Ranpo-san could get through this within seconds!" He laughs, but everyone knows what he said was a fact. His senior leans back in his chair, whipping his glasses on a cloth before pressing it back on the bridge of his nose. (yk, like the thing smart anime characters do.)     "Yes. though I doubt he'd be interested in this case." he says with a distasteful tone. While he definitely respects the immature detective, he still thinks the way Ranpo chooses to slack off and fool around is quite unideal. But whenever Ranpo does take up a case, he always delivers in record time. "By the way...where is he?" "he's in Tokyo, apparently a diplomat was found dead in his room," Kunikida answers.
    A few hours later, Kunikida received an email with a photo attached to it. The email had a short message: "Hello, It's me, Hirai. I've sent you the photo you requested. Thank you for taking up my case."
    He forwarded the email to Atsushi and captioned it. Atsushi opened the image, a simple, professional photo of Hirai-san's face, similar to what would go on an ID or passport. Her emerald eyes were small, sharp, and tired, she had soft features that made her look younger than she was and her raven-black hair stuck together in clumps that fell over her shoulders. The weretiger couldn't help but think he'd seen her somewhere. And the familiarity of it felt almost recent. He should ask Kyouka later since her assassination training made her good at recognizing facial features.
    "Look who finally decided to show up!" Kunikida's angry voice rings through the air and Atsushi raises his head to see it being directed at a tall man with dark hair wearing a beige trench coat.
    "Oh! Good...er... good almost noon, Dazai-san!" The silver-haired boy says. "Yo, Atsushi-kun!" the brunette says cheerfully, settling into his desk...before an angry Kunikida marches up to him, yelling in his face.
    "THIS IS THE THIRD TIME IN A ROW YOU ARRIVED SO LATE UNEXCUSED! JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOU BANDAGE-SQUANDERING MACHINE!?"
    Dazai, feigning tears, replies "Ah! Why are you so mean, Kunikida-kun? I was really busy doing busy things!" The blonde, not taking his shit demanded.
    "Oh really!? And what exactly were you doing to make you so late?!" The bandaged man answered.
    "Why, I was feeding a starving cat! And then right after that, I saw a beautiful woman! Her hair a beautiful black, her eyes a lush forest! Oh yes! Kunidida, I knew I had to ask for a double scui-" before he could finish, Kunikida swung at his face and a beige blur flew across the room.
    "SO YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOU WERE LATE BECAUSE YOU WERE FOOLING AROUND WITH SOME RANDOM WOMAN?!" Atsushi sighed and went back to work, just another day at the ADA.

     Yukina quickly got on the bus after that strange encounter. She had seen a man feeding a calico cat on her way from the detective agency, she had just stopped for a brief moment, perhaps admiring the man's generosity or the cuteness of the scene, she couldn't really remember because as soon as her feet stopped moving the man got close to her, and grabbed her hands, rambling on about some double suicide. She considered pushing him into oncoming traffic. But instead, awkwardly excused herself and ran tf away. Now, reflecting on the bizarre scene she just went through, she realized something. For as batshit and insane that man was acting, there was a glimmer of intellect in his eyes, could his insane interaction be just an act? But for what reason would he need to act? Was he...dangerous? Or maybe he saw the world as dangerous and therefore wanted to be underestimated. This could also explain why he behaved like this openly in public. If everyone saw him as a fool, they would think less of him. But then that circles back to why.
    What could- she reminds herself that thoughts like these were not normal and that she shouldn't be so focused on other people and their behavior. Though if her crazy thoughts were somehow true, she and that man had something in common. They were both shielding themselves from this world in one way or another. Hirai got home after running a few more errands and sent an Email to the ADA, feeling more hopeful than she has been in years. Her brother was close. She could feel it.