Honestly idk yet (from ao3)

Chapter 7.Stolen Girl

kinda rushed sorry my motivation died

| Ranpo's life was good. He had his family in the form of the agency, he had an amazing boyfriend, and he had finally accepted that he had no special abilities but was still the world's best detective. His life wasn't perfect but it was better than anything he could ask for so why,

| "Why did you come back?" The detective whispered to no one as he watched the files he gathered from the agency's drawers slowly get consumed by orange flames, letting off disapproving sparks. He watched the orange folder go first, then a few details about her case, then Yukina's profile, and at the end, flames circled around his old name, as if taunting Taro before it also burned to ash. When it was gone, Ranpo stomped out the embers and scattered the ash amongst the dirt before returning to the agency.

| During the midday, while enjoying his fifth bag of gummies, Ranpo received a text on his phone from his boyfriend. Smiling, the detective opened his phone only to immediately frown upon reading the text which read:

| " I need to talk to you and the agency, it's urgent"

Poe

| Poe shifted nervously under the gazes of the detective agency, still not particularly used to talking in front of a crowd. But still, the intel that was extracted from those assassins needed to be shared with the ADA.

| "Well, a few days ago," The writer recalled what happened at his current residence, the snipers, the capture, the obscene window prices... "But, that's not what matters!" he abruptly stopped before he got to the part where he sniped people in the legs. "After interrogating them, we found out that they weren't even trained assassins, just two down-on-their-luck former cops who were given guns and a message. They were told to just shoot at me, then get out as soon as possible."

| "And I'm guessing you're concerned about the message?" Kunikida asked impatiently.

| Poe nodded, then shook his head, "Yes, but it's more of how it was delivered." he took out a ziplock bag from his pocket, inside was what appeared to be a small recording device. "They didn't tell us anything else, they didn't seem to know anything else." the goth continued while pressing the play button. What came out was a short, recording:

| Hello, if you are listening to this then I assume you have dealt with those two messengers. I am contacting you because I suspect you have made contact with someone you do not fully understand. I've made sure my messengers would not be captured by police so I can only assume you are hearing this recording because you yourself have caught them. If so, then I know you must be capable and dangerous yourself. Now, it appears that you have made contact with a woman long declared dead. I'll assume you did not know this fact since I doubt she even knows that fact. I've taken measures to make sure of it and yet, 5 years ago, something happened—she was a smart girl and is now no doubt now a very smart woman, if she were to figure out what happened that night, her life and that of those around her may very well be in jeopardy. If you were able to stop those snipers, if you aren't defenseless, if you have already figured out who I'm talking about, then please, protect her. Do not let her find out. If you need more information, go to the Sky Casino and look for M.S.

| After the message was relayed, the detective agency sat silently in thought before Kyoka spoke up, "And I'm assuming you want us to figure out who this woman is?"

| Poe started to nod "Yes, and if this woman needs protecting I wanna know who I should be gaur–"

| "Bo-ring!" Ranpo sang loudly as he stood up, earning mixed but, largely negative looks in response.

| "Bu-" someone started to argue

| "You guys can try and figure out who this woman, or who MS is, I don't care." he continued while walking out of the room, clearly not about to take any questions or arguments.

Dazai

| As the head detective stepped out of the room, Dazai followed him while everyone silently gawked.

| "I knew you had something to do with this." Ranpo mutterd, not turning around.

| "Whatever do you mean?" the younger asked with a smile, deciding to provoke the other

| "Don't make me spell it out for you." the older's tone was low and underlineing waves of turmoil. "I know you nullified that ability."

| "What, you mean 5 years ago when I met a curious and confused woman who somehow wasn't on the street even though she had no memory of her past and relations?" Dazai shook his head and leaned on a wall. "You mean the one I researched and found out had an anonymous sponsor from Canada?" The brunette sighed. "Poor girl, as soon as I touched her, the ability hiding her memories was nullified, and the brain overload caused her to stumble into oncoming traffic." He really did not mean for that to happen.

| "Her memories were erased for a reason, do you understand what people will do to get their hands on that information?" Ranpo had whipped around and leaned towards the other with a serious look in his eyes. Dazai only put his hands up in mock surrender.

| "Well, if you take a look, she has a stable job now, and she hasn't been kidnapped!" he smiled

| "But you nullified the ability again, or at least you tried to." Ranpo's emerald eyes pierced into Dazai's soulless ones, reading every secret he was hiding.

| "Shame that the ability user put precautions after the first time." The former demon prodigy nodded. "I don't actually know who they are, and I'm only mildly curious of the secrets hidden inside that sister of yours, but if you want to figure out who this MS is, no one's gonna stop you."

| Unless, of course, you already know. Dazi said silently, walking away from the other detective while fishing out a medical file from his pocket, haveing taken it out of his desk before Ranpo could find it. Atsushi had asked him for help finding Taro so he decided to research a but and came across one Ruri Frezuku. First appearing as a 12-year-old with records only lasting 5 years before seemingly disappearing off the face of the earth. The sudden regain of her memories must have caused her sponsor a lot of trouble. He imagined they had scrambled to find out what happened, re-apply, and re-wash her memories, but Dazai never lost sleep over inconveniencing other people.

| Yukina Hirai, what an interesting woman. He wouldn't mind committing a double suicide with her.

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