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In Mersault
It was a normal day.. Well as normal as it gets between two high profile prisoners sitting in their respective cells in Mersault. Fyodor Dostoyevsky and Osamu Dazai, doing nothing. Altho it looked like they were doing nothing to the guards, those two were always doing something even if it's not noticeable to anyone else.
"How has your day been, Dazai-kun?"
"Not much diffrent from yours Demon-Fyodor.", plain and simple, clearly indicating he didn't want to talk with the Demon.
Fyodor was sitting there, contemplative, criss-crossed on his bed with his head on the palm of his hand. Dazai was mimicking said position. They were staring at eachother as usual.
"Well then.. <ze 2z !z6 /<vn) !z6d ^zzd 4v//4= 2=/=7/'l= p:pn7! vu 2zvn: (how do you think your poor little detective agency is doing) Osamu-kun?", He was smiling just like the slimy rat bastard he is. Taunting.
"hm.. if everything is as V <pl= ^4pnn=2 then /<=! u<z642 -= ovn= (I have planned then they should be fine) fufu.." Still mimicking eachother.. ya the guards were creeped out but atleast this was tamer than last time. They still shudder when they remember that. Dazai dangled himself over the bed. He was bored.
"wahhhhh.. I'm so bored.. don't you have anything we can do Fedya-kun?", now he was starting to annoy Fyodor by just wailing and flailing his arms. Good that was his plan since if he's bored then he'll atleast make his demon-counterpart suffer too.
sighing, Fyodor started: "Dazai-kun-" Bam. They were gone. No literally- the guards blinked twice and- they were actually gone. Dissapeared. It's impossible, noone could've done that. Now the guards are left flabbergasted and with two empty cells. They were so gonna get fired.
At the Armed Detective Agency's Office
It was a normal day for the detectives. Normal enough atleast, Dazai was still missing and noone had a clue where he was. Not even Ranpo could find out where he was even WITH his ultra-deduction. It was unnerving but oh well, they belived in Dazai and his uncanny way to avoid death at any cost. They were still worried tho, never has Dazai gone missing for more than two days at the most.
But now he has been missing for a week and frankly they missed his annoying behaviour. Kunikida was drowning himself in cases, Ranpo was snacking on candy and chatting with Kyoka, Atsushi was writing a report, Yosano, Kenji and the President were doing field work, and the Tanizaki siblings were just.. being themselves.. at their desk in the corner of the room. A slow day, honestly it was exactly what they needed after such a troublesome week.
BANG
There was silence in the office after that. Everyone trying to figure out what the hell that noise was- the first thing that broke the silence was an annoying voice they all knew oh too well.
"GAH- Get off of me you rat! Jeez- I thought you'd be lighter than this with your whole sickly look and all."
"Stop being so over-dramatic Dazai-kun. It's not my fault we randomely fell through the floor, and why are we here." He sounded indifferent to whatever was happening.
"Dazai??? Is that you?-" Ranpo was the first to ask the question. The voices came from their interrogation booth and they couldn't exactly see through walls now could they.
"Ehhh- Ranpo?! My.. my.. how did we end up in the office of the ADA?" Ok. That confirmed it was Dazai but the other voice...
"Is that not what I just asked you?" Kunikida was slowly walking towards the booth with Atsushi next to him and the rest behind.
"Well- oh shut up! You sooooo have something to do with this! I mean who else?? ALSO GET OFF OF ME!!"
Kunikida turned to look inside the booth and what he saw just left him stunned. It was Dazai lying on the sofa with his back to the ceiling and-
"Dostoyevsky?!" On top of Dazai- well he was pretty much sitting on Dazai's back at this point. Everyone was stunned, except the two demons on the sofa who were just glaring at eachother.
"Fufufufu.. won't this be interesting.?"