There are multiple challenges that lay before Y/n... some more trivial and simple than others.
Years prior, Y/n and her best friend Kunikida joined the Armed Detective Agency for a multitude of reasons at the time. Although her useful yet scary abi...
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[4.11-15]
-Turning Tables-
"She reminds me of you...she lacks a home."
[Annies Room]
"...it feels like pins and needles, fascinatingly not painful in anyway."
"Right! It's like my body fell asleep the whole time she made me run away."
Blinking with an oncoming headache Y/n blearily glanced around the obscenely bubblegum pink area. Still laying across the plush massive pillow, raising a hand to massage between her brows. Leaning up onto an elbow noticing Karl snoozing beside her hip in a fluffy ball. Ranpo and Poe's voices came from around the large stuffed animal positioned within the center of the space.
"Morning bud." She murmurs scratching the creatures ears, eliciting a purr.
Stiff bandages coating her throat and and edge of her shoulder. Back cracking loudly making her wince. Standing up reluctantly stretching both arms to their respective sides trying to process how much things had changed in a few days.
"My love, you're awake" The chipper tone gathering her attention, padding over with bare feet to the small table in the corner.
"I am" She replies standing beside Ranpo's chair, vibrant eyes already open and geared towards her exhausted face.
Raising a hand to brush back his fringe, pressing a light kiss to his forehead with a sigh.
"Not a morning person?" Poe quips with mild amusement, she huffs sitting on the desk top.
Ranpo was obviously giddy from the affection, reaching over to gently take her warm hand. Brushing his thumb over the ridged scars along her knuckles.
"Beats the hell out of that chair" She grunts eyeing the evidence file the pair were complaining. "Whats going on here?"
"A way to sway public opinion back in our favor! If we can break the pages realistic narrative we maybe able to cleanse the Agency's reputation." Ranpo pressed the top of her knuckles into his cheek leaning an elbow on the desk.
"Or whatever's left of it." She remarks reading over the first set of time stamped video footage clips.
"I suspect that the Hunting Dogs wanted you to escape that way" Ranpo's deduction made her freeze, "They wanted to see what Fyodor had done to you."
"Well they got the show they wanted then." Leaning against her other palm, "like I'd work for some rude old man!" Ranpo snorts, closing the eye pressing into her skin. "Actually, I saw president while in the holding cells."
"We are getting him last." Ranpo informs shocking her slightly, "it'd be too compromising to take him first."
"Are you sure you're okay with that?" Tone soft, leaning down to catch his eyes.
