Peculiar Peregrine

He watched your eyes dilate in fear as your body shook, fingers trembling in wary anticipation. Your back, which was clothed with a simple, thin dress, was pressed against the brick wall, sealing your fate; no escape.

You could feel your body tremble under his cold stare; why was he targeting you? You never performed dangerous acts, never hurt others, you were a law-abiding citizen of Yokohama. You worked at the floral shop just three streets down from where the Armed Detective Agency was situated. You had even once made a delivery to their building, a flourish of pink hydrangeas someone ordered so they could be used for decor. They were absolutely lovely; just like you.

This is why you couldn't understand why you were being cornered by this tall, strange man. You could swear he was up to no good; that dangerous look in his chocolate eyes told you that much. God, you picked the worst time to go for an afternoon stroll.

"Your name?" the man asked you, his hands stuffed comfortably in his tan trench coat. You could feel your skin crawl with frantic nerves. Pressing your palms together, you glanced at the cobble beneath your feet, dainty pastel shoes now ruined with dirt stains.

"Riggs (Y-Y/N)," you answered carefully, voice cracking in fear. "W-Why did you follow me?"

The man waved off the question; it was then you noticed that his neck and arms were covered in bandages. Had he been hurt? What was he covering up? More importantly, why was he following you?

"(Y/N) darling," he started, placing his calloused fingers above his heart. He swept the air with the other hand, the grand gesticulation making you flinch; "I am Dazai Osamu, detective of the Armed Detective Agency! I've come to collect you."

His words only made you grip your dress in fear, fingers crushing the fabric tightly as a cold bead of sweat shot down your neck. "W-What do you mean?" you asked quietly. You were trembling on the outside, but internally you were fuming. How dare this man make you feel weak and vulnerable... you were stronger than this!

"Ah ah ah," Dazai tutted, wagging his finger in a condescending manner. "You're naturally beautiful, darling, but that frightened look doesn't suit you at all. If you weren't property of the ADA I would very much ask you to commit a double suicide with me!"

Your brows knit together as you marveled at the audacity of the man before you, anger filling you up. "P-Property?!"

Dazai's cheesy smile dropped as he noticed you stance become more rigid, the shake of your body disappearing. Loudly, you shouted; "Just who the hell do you think you are?! I am no property!" At this the chocolate-haired man began to smile, eyes flashing a devious brown.

He could tell you were about to access your ability.

From what he had heard and observed, your ability wasn't necessarily made for offensive purposes; it was more of a defensive ability that enabled you quick getaway or a good opportunity to strike the opponent, even if you didn't use the opportunity yourself. That was why the agency wanted you; it seemed that your ability was just the upper hand that they needed as leverage to hold over The Guild as well as their long-time enemies, the Port Mafia. And even though he had never seen your amazing ability in person, he knew it would be quite a spectacular show.

Dazai's fingers remotely twitched as he became ready to access his ability as well; noticing that you were ready to tap into your power. You dropped the small basket you were clutching tightly in your hands, instead having your knuckles clench in anger and in anticipation. A faint, indigo aura, so dark it reflected the hue of a raven's wing, adhered to your body, growing larger with each passing second. The detective noticed your eyes darken as a smirk crossed your face.