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Yokohama is at peace. The agency was working as usual, just some papers and Dazai refusing to do them, nothing too hard. Same with the Port Mafia as well.
Atsushi and Kyouka have decided to go out for the day since she wants to get a gift for Kenji as he had helped her learn how to take care of the flowers atop the Agency’s roof. They were walking at a normal pace when a fully cloaked, small figure crashed into Atsushi’s side. The figure fell to the ground because of the hard impact of the clash. Luckily, Atsushi was barely hurt. He only had a small cut, but Kyouka was staring daggers into the figure who was currently dusting themself off.
“I’m sorry I didn't see you! Are you hurt anywhere?” Atsushi questioned, holding out his hand for the figure to take.
“Oh no, don’t apologise, I should have been looking where I was going.” The figure takes his hand, their hood slipping slightly but it is pulled down quickly. They both had cuts on their hands and they grazed against each other. Blood mixing.
When the figure was pulled to their feet, they thanked Atsushi while cupping his hands.
Kyouka was still burning holes in the back of their head and if looks could kill, they would already be 6 feet under.
Without anyone noticing, another figure had sneaked up on the three. Kyouka's whole body went rigid. She was concerned that someone was able to sneak up behind her and even get that close without her noticing. Maybe her skills were getting rusty since she left the Mafia.
This figure was not cloaked but had straight long purple hair that flowed down to his waist. He wore black trousers that matched his black vest coat. His neck was decorated with an orange-yellow bow that wrapped loosely around his white shirt collar. He was popping bubblegum, to Atsushi’s surprise, since he seemed to be wearing braces.
“Hey, you alright?” The purple guy asked the cloaked figure.
“Yeah I’m fine, it was my fault anyway.” The cloaked figure responded, now turning to face Atsushi and Kyouka.
“I’m sorry for causing you any trouble.”
Atsushi’s cheeks dusted pink in embarrassment. “It’s fine really- Kyouka!”
Kyouka and the purple haired young man were staring their sharp blue orbs right at each other. Both Atsushi and the cloaked figure had to pull them away from each other's gaze.
“Well, we are quite busy so we will be going now. Goodbye and have a nice day!” The cloaked figure announced before grabbing the purple haired man and pulling him along with them. Atsushi waved goodbye but winced slightly at the cut. He looked at it for a moment. It’ll just heal and fade away right?
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It didn’ t. It has been two whole weeks since the incident. The cut was still there. It wasn’t bleeding anymore, but the scar was still there. Atsushi had gone to Yosano a week after it happened and she had said it was unusual but it’ll heal and that he just had to wait. The thing that he didn’t tell her though, was how it made him sometimes think he’s seeing things. It was the body of a small man with pointy ears, like an elf. Even though it made him feel uneasy, he was doing alright. Work was more important anyway.
Atsushi was carrying a stack of papers for Dazai. Kunikida was very annoyed since Dazai was just using Atsushi to do all his papers and deliver them to wherever. He even makes him use the old minging photocopier that everyone knows hardly works instead of the new one just for a laugh.
Atsushi was walking to his own desk with the papers from Dazai’s when his vision pulsated red. Atsushi stepped back in shock. It happened again, this time with more force and he dropped a couple papers. It was then that his eyes started to drip out blood. He dropped to the floor which caught some of the other detective’s attention.
“Atsushi? Are you okay?” Kenji started, hurrying over to the boy who was now on his hands and knees.
No answer.
“Atsushi? Can you hear me?” Kenji questioned him further, trying to get a look at his face. Atsushi looked up. His eyes were bloodshot red and the blood from his eyes had stained red lines on his cheeks.
“G…get..Yosa..” Atsushi tried to speak, but his eyelids were heavy and black spots danced around his red vision. A shadowy figure of the elf man he had been seeing appeared before him. It smiled, flashing its razor sharp teeth at him.
“GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! GET AWAY!” Atsushi screamed out before crashing down on the floor unconscious. All the members who were in the office at the time had gathered around now. Even Fukuzawa had gotten out of his office and rushed over to see what was going on. It’s not like he could ignore the blood curdling scream that pierced his and everyone else’s ears.
“Kenji! What happened?!” Kunikida asked, trying to pry answers out of the young boy.
“I don’t know! He just collapsed and was shaking all over with blood red eyes and even blood coming out of them!” Kenji frantically explained while using his ability to pick up Atsushi’s limp body.
“I’ll get him to Yosano’s office!”
With that, Kenji ran out with Atsushi in his arms. There were clear traces of blood still on the floor. Kunikida told Dazai he should clean it up since Atsushi had been his servant pretty much since he joined the agency.