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Thank you, Nanami.

Phew... I finally said it...

Me too... Thank you.

I'll... never forget about you guys...

I'll never... ever forget...

I'll be cheering for you guys from now on... from somewhere.

Cuz... we're all friends, after all.

Hinata blearily opens his eyes, the harsh light making his vision hazy. He can barely make out the blurry image of a person standing over him. "Mooorning, sleepyhead! And here I thought you might be dead!"

Hinata's vision focuses and he sees a boy with wild purple hair, mischievous violet eyes, and a checkered scarf standing over him with his face far too close for comfort. "Uh... what?"

The boy grins at his confusion, "Neeheehee! Are you wondering where you are? And who I am?" He backs away from Hinata allowing him to sit up and get a full view of the boy. He's pretty short and wears a white suit of some kind. Wait, is he not wearing any socks with his shoes...?

"Well unfortunately I can only answer one of those questions. The name's Kokichi Ouma! As for where we are, I have no clue I just woke up! Or is that a lie?"

Hinata was starting to get a headache. This boy had way too much energy for his taste. "So did you just wake up or not?" He asks irritably.

The boy, Ouma, sticks his tongue out, "Jeez you're no fun. Wake up on the wrong side of the dirt road? It's rude not to introduce yourself back y'know!"

Hinata lets out a sigh, "Hajime Hinata. Nice to meet you."

Ouma exaggeratedly bows, "Great to meet you too Hinata-chan! And to answer your question I was telling the truth, I just woke up too."

Hinata hums, pointedly ignoring the boy calling him 'Hinata-chan.' He takes in his surroundings a bit. It looks like they're in a village of some kind. To his left is a building and to his right is the open dirt road and more buildings across it. He reaches up a hand to push the long hair in front of his face... Wait long? His hands fly up to his hair as he realizes how long it is. He quickly stands up, still a little wobbly, turns toward the building, and practically jumps. As he stares at his reflection in the window, Izuru Kamukura stares back. No... that's not quite right. Only one of his eyes is red, the other is the usual pale gold, though, his hair is very overgrown. He also can't help but notice that he looks older too. He shudders at the sight before him and turns to Ouma.

"Ouma-kun, do you have any scissors? Or a knife? Anything sharp really..." Ouma stares at him with a blank expression for a moment and grins with shrug, "Hmmm nope. I don't seem to have anything on me."

Hinata quickly searches his own pockets only to turn up with nothing. "Dammit!" he swears.

You want to get rid of my appearance that badly? The sudden low, monotone, yet eerily familiar voice causes Hinata to jump.

"Kamukura...?" He asks warily.

That is correct. It appears I have been forced into the back of your mind. I am no longer in control.

"How come you're able to talk to me?!" He notices Ouma watching him with that same blank expression but chooses to ignore it.

It is strange. I believe it may have something to do with the nature of this world.

"What? What do you mean by the nature of this world?"

Oh, have you not realized? This isn't the same world I and the other remnants destroyed. It's far too peaceful, the sky is still blue and the air is clean.

Hinata takes a moment to think about this. "So it's a different world? Is it like the simulation then?"

Hmmm. I wonder.

Hinata scowls, "So you don't know either?"

Not yet, however, I feel there is something wrong with my Ultimate Talent.

"What do you mean? How so?"

I need more information. Since you are in control of our body, you must gather it for me.

"You mean my body." Kamukura doesn't dignify him with a response so he just lets out a sigh.

Ouma waves a hand in front of his face startling him out of his thoughts. "Sooo... you wanna explain what just happened? You were acting pretty crazy! Honestly, it's kind of scary... But that's a lie!"

Which part? Hinata wonders before replying, "It's sort of... complicated? Let me ask you something first. What's the last thing you remember?"

Ouma furrows his brows and exaggerates a thinking pose. "You'll answer my question if I answer this one riiight?" He asks it with a playful lilt but there's a strange tone to it. Hinata merely nods once. "Wellll okay! You drive a hard bargain Hinata-chan! You may not believe me, I mean I am a liar after all but the last thing I remember was escaping a killing game run by a homicidal robot bear."

Hinata stares at him in shock for a moment before exclaiming, "You were in a killing game too?! With Monokuma?? This is crazy! I just escaped mine too! Or at least I was supposed to have..."

If hearing this surprised Ouma he didn't show it. "I see... That was a lie though!"

Hinata's mind goes blank and he sputters in bewilderment, "Which part?!"

Ouma laughs, "Neeheehee! The truth is I should be dead right now! The last thing I really remember was getting crushed by a hydraulic press." He says without a care in the world.

Hinata is once again caught off guard and takes a moment to process what he just heard. "So... you were killed in your game? Then how are you here now? Was your game a simulation too?"

Ouma shrugs, "What's with this simulation biz? You mentioned it earlier when you were talking to yourself. Are you some kind of a crazy conspiracy theorist or something?"

Hinata ignores the obvious jab, "Well in my game it was revealed at the end that we were hooked up to a simulation and all the killings didn't actually happen. Was it the same for you?"

Ouma hums, "Well I didn't exactly make it to the end Hinata-chan."

Hinata winces, "Right... um... sorry."

Ouma waves a hand, "It's fine. You might be onto something here though. Do you have an Ultimate Talent?"

Hinata nods, "I do! So you have one as well? I thought they only gave those titles to high school students..."

Ouma huffs in offense, "I'll have you know I am seventeen years old! Perfectly old enough for a talent! If anything you look wayyy too old for high school."

Hinata glares at him, "It's only been a few years, I'm not that old! What's your talent anyway?"

Ouma grins, "Ultimate Supreme Leader at your service!" He bows.

Hinata snorts, "That's quite the title. Though I guess I can't really talk, my talent is known as The Ultimate Hope."

You mean my talent. Hinata pointedly ignores Kamukura clearly mocking him.

"That sounds pretentious," Ouma snickers.

Hinata chuckles, "I agree, definitely not the kind of title I would come up with. So... does your talent... feel different..?"

Ouma wags a finger at him, "Uh-uh-uh Hinata-chan! You have to answer my question first."

Hinata feels himself fill with apprehension and he lets out a sigh, "Right... well... I'm asking if your talent feels different because, for some reason, I'm able to hear mine talking to me...? It's really strange, but that's why I was talking to myself earlier...so..." Hinata awkwardly lets the sentence trail off after noticing Ouma's blank face.

Ouma's blank expression quickly morphs into a knowing and villainous smirk. "I feel like you're not telling me the whole truth here Hinata-chan." His voice still carries its playful lilt but there's something more dangerous underneath. "Don't worry though! I won't push it this time but you better not try and lie to me." Hinata feels a shiver run down his spine. What is with this kid?

Hinata clears his throat and composes himself, "Okay... uh... can you answer my question now?"

Instantly, Ouma switches back to his carefree and childish self. He brings a hand up to his face in a mocked thinking pose, "Hmmmm nope! My talent feels normal as ever!" Hinata opens his mouth but Ouma cuts him off with a grin, "But that was a lie! Something is definitely wrong here, though I'm not sure what."

Hinata hums, "Well maybe we could try to find out more about this world. I think it's safe to say this is part of the simulation, though, the purpose it serves is unknown."

Ouma shrugs, "I guess I can agree to that until we get more information. Speaking of, let's go talk to that guy!" He points a finger at a silver-haired boy with choppily cut bangs and raggedy-looking clothes.

"Eh? Why him?" Ouma merely shrugs, "He might know something right? Besides this village seems pretty dead." Hinata looks around and realizes that there's no one else around he turns back to Ouma only to see him running toward the boy at full speed.

"Heeeeey! Over here! You with the choppy bangs!" The boy turns towards him looking, to his credit, only mildly terrified. Hinata lets out what must be his 20th sigh of the hour and follows after the purple-haired boy. Ouma is talking exaggeratedly and the poor boy with the choppy bangs looks very lost.

He reaches the two just in time to hear Ouma say, "But that was just a lie!"

The boy anxiously stammers out a response, "U-um. So do you need something or...?"

Ouma looks comically offended by this question as he responds, "How rude! You think I just randomly bother strangers for fun?"

Hinata joins the conversation, "I wouldn't put it past you honestly." Hinata disregards Ouma's offended cry and turns toward the boy, who seems intimidated at the sight of him. Well, it's not like Hinata can really blame him what with how he looks right now. "We just need to know where we are."

The boy blinks, looking surprised before his expression shifts to one of relief. "This village is on the outskirts, I uh don't know what it's called though, I've never been out here before."

Ouma huffs, "A fat lot of help you are then. Let's go Hinata-chan this guy seems pretty useless." Hinata lightly smacks the top of his head and ignores his shout of protest.

He turns to face the boy once more, "Sorry about Ouma-kun, I haven't known him for long but I get the feeling he acts like this a lot."

The boy lets out a nervous laugh, "Oh um, it's okay! He is right, I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help..."

Hinata puts a hand on the boy's shoulder and takes note of how he stiffens. "Don't worry about it. I do have another question for you though. I was just wondering if you knew anything about ultimate... er... specially talented... individuals...?" Hinata pretends not to hear Ouma's muffled laughter at his awkward uncertainty and shoots him a glare.

The boy looks at him curiously for a moment, "Do you mean like... gifted people?"

Hinata nods like that's what he'd been talking about the whole time, "Yeah that's what I meant. What do you know about them?"

The boy hums, "Well... I've only heard a couple of things from outside of the orphanage but... as far as I know, they're people gifted with supernatural abilities. I think there is a group of them known as The Armed Detective Agency in Yokohama. Apparently, they take on jobs that the normal police can't handle though that might be a myth."

Hinata ponders this for a moment and then turns toward Ouma, "Well it seems we should be heading to Yokohama then."

Ouma beams, excitement dancing in his eyes, "Sounds fun! This Detective Agency is bound to have more information!"

The boy nervously interjects, "U-um, if you two are headed to Yokohama then... would you mind if I came along? I was going to go there anyway... so..."

Ouma exaggerates a thinking pose once again and then grins at the boy, "Hmmm no thanks! We're all good!"

The boy's face falls, "Oh... sorry to bother then..."

Ouma lets out his signature laugh, "Neeheehee! Jeez, you look like a kicked puppy. That was a lie! We need someone to guide us there anyway."

Instantly the boy's expression lights up. "Really? Thank you so much! I was a bit worried about traveling by myself...and... Oh! I almost forgot to introduce myself! My name's Atsushi Nakajima, but please call me Atsushi. It's a pleasure to meet you two."

Hinata smiles at him, "The pleasure is all ours. I'm Hajime Hinata and he's Kokichi Ouma."

Ouma sticks his tongue out at him, "I can introduce myself y'know!"

Hinata rolls his eyes, "You'd probably just lie to the poor kid anyway."

Ouma lets out a fake gasp and puts a hand on his chest, "Hinata-chan! I can't believe you know me so well already... it almost makes me want to c-cry!" Crocodile tears start to form in his eyes and Hinata lets out a huff of annoyance, "If you start crying I will actually just leave."

Their banter gets interrupted by a soft chuckle and they both turn to look at Atsushi. "Oh sorry, you two just seem like a lot of fun," he says with a soft smile, "I look forward to traveling with you."

Ouma grins at him, "Right back at you Atsushi-chan! Now lead the way! There's no time to waste!" With Atsushi in the lead, the three boys head off towards the promising lands of Yokohama.

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The story lives on.

I'm sure, even now...

Even on the other side...

It lives on there, as well

And thus, the story lives on

Was this lie able to change something?

Was this lie able to change someone?

Was this lie... able to change the world?

If it was able to change even the smallest thing...

...Then the story isn't over.

"Hey..."

"Can you hear me...?"

Saihara's eyes fly open at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. His eyes take a moment to adjust, and when they do he can make out a figure standing over him. There's a man with untamed white hair, pale green eyes, and a worried look on his face leaning over him. "Are you okay? I was worried you might never wake up..."

Saihara sits up and rubs his head. He looks around and realizes that the two of them are in a dead-end alleyway at nighttime no less. The opening leads to a road but it's blocked by the white-haired man. He's wearing a green jacket with red patterns, a white shirt with a different red pattern, and black jeans. Do...do his shoes have zippers on them...? But more importantly, why does he look so familiar...? The situation puts Saihara on edge and he looks up at the man, "Where am I? And who are you?"

"Oh my apologies, how rude of me. My name is Nagito Komaeda."

Truth.

The word echoes in Saihara's mind.

Huh? What was that just now?

"As for where we are, I'm not sure. I just woke up a few minutes ago."

Truth.

There it is again! What is that? Something... feels wrong here. What could it be though? I wonder...

Saihara's thoughts are interrupted by the man, Komaeda, clearing his throat. "May I ask what your name is?"

Saihara sputters in embarrassment, "O-oh, sorry. Um my name is Shuichi Saihara. It's nice to meet you Komaeda-san."

Komaeda smiles at him, "No need to be so formal. It's a pleasure to meet you too."

He holds out a hand that Saihara reaches to grasp before stopping. "I'm sorry... um... not to be rude... but how come only one of your hands has fake nails...?"

Komaeda looks down at said hand, sighs in what seems to be disappointment, and then he looks back to Saihara, "Well, to put it simply, it's not my hand."

Truth.

Saihara stares, shocked, and waits for him to explain but it soon becomes clear he isn't going to say anything else on the matter. Too polite to refuse the offer, he reluctantly grasps the hand and allows himself to be pulled up. He notices Komaeda quickly slip the hand into his pocket.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question Saihara-kun?" His voice was relaxed but his expression turned serious. Saihara nods and watches him carefully. "Are you by chance an Ultimate?"

Saihara raises his eyebrows in surprise and nods once more, "Um yeah. I'm the Ultimate Detective."

A smile forms on Komaeda's face, "Ah I knew it. You have an Ultimate aura about you. It may be surprising but I'm an Ultimate as well. I'm known as the Ultimate Lucky Student. Though I suppose I'm not really a student anymore," he chuckles.

Saihara hums, "Ultimate Lucky Student? What kind of talent does that entail?" A strange look appears on Komaeda's smiling face, "Ah well, I can't blame you for wondering. It's quite a worthless talent. I'm plagued by luck, that's all there is to it."

Truth.

Saihara takes note of his use of the word plagued. Like... it's a bad thing then? Before he can ask Komaeda starts speaking again, "I have one more question if that's alright Saihara-kun. What's the last thing you remember?"

Saihara thinks for a moment, his mind flashing back to the crumbling academy, "W-well. It might be sort of hard to believe but I was about to escape a killing game..."

Komaeda perks up at this, "Oh? So you were in one as well? What a coincidence! Did it happen to be run by Monokuma?"

Saihara stares at him in shock before exclaiming, "Y-yeah it was! You were in one too? How is that even possible..."

Komaeda simply shrugs, "I don't know. It's quite strange though."

Saihara takes a moment to ponder this before shooting another question at Komaeda, "It was revealed at the end that our killing game and by extension all of us were fiction and our killings were broadcasted for entertainment... What about you Komaeda-kun?"

Komaeda lets out a wheezy chuckle, "Ah well. In truth, I should be dead right now. The last thing I remember is... succumbing to poisonous gas? Or perhaps it was the spear first? I apologize I can't seem to recall!" Komaeda says in a cheery voice while Saihara looks on with horror. "Well anyway, I didn't make it long it enough to know how my killing game ended."

Truth.

He states this far too casually like it's no big deal and to that, Saihara really isn't sure how to respond. Saihara stays quiet for a long time before realizing that he should've probably responded by now, "O-oh. Um... I'm sorry to hear that...? How are you here now though?"

Komaeda hums and brings his right hand up to his chin while the other still firmly remains in his pocket, "I wonder... perhaps I didn't actually die?" Komaeda looks lost in thought for a moment before addressing Saihara again, "Does something feel strange to you?"

Saihara quickly nods, relieved that Komaeda could feel it too and it wasn't just him, "Yes! I was thinking that earlier. Something... is off. I think... I can tell when people are lying...?"

Komaeda looks at him in awe, "That's amazing! I'd expect nothing less from the Ultimate Detective. You must truly be gifted!"

Saihara feels heat rush to his face at the sudden compliment and sputters, "W-well, not exactly. I can actually hear a voice confirming in my head now. Like when I asked for your name and you answered, a voice confirmed you were telling the truth. That probably sounds crazy..."

He mutters that last part but Komaeda seems unbothered and hums, lost in thought, "I see... This world may be more different than I thought. I wonder if my luck has somehow changed...? Well... regardless, it might be a good idea to get some more information on this world... and if our talents have been affected." This world? What does that mean? Before Saihara is able to ask, Komaeda starts speaking again, "Perhaps we should start by exploring this location then."

And with that Komaeda walks out of the alleyway, leaving Saihara to chase after him. The two make their way out of the alley and into what seems to be the center of a bustling city. There are large skyscrapers above them and the streets are busy with traffic and people despite the fact that it's nighttime. Lots of shops and restaurants are lined up and lit up by streetlights.

After taking a quick look around, Komaeda turns his gaze toward Saihara, "Well, it looks like this is probably around a similar time period as our world. Right?" Saihara hums absentmindedly. Komaeda looks at him curiously, "Something on your mind?"

Saihara startles, "O-oh. Well... why do you think this is a different world? It's just sort of... a strange assumption..."

Komaeda laughs lightly, "It's just like the Ultimate Detective to want all the facts. Hmm... Well, let's just call it a hunch then. It wouldn't be the strangest thing to happen to me. Or to you either I suppose. We were trapped in killing games by a robotic bear after all." There's no voice of confirmation this time, which confuses Saihara greatly. How come I can't hear it now?

Saihara stares at him, not very satisfied with the answer he received, "I mean I guess it wouldn't be the strangest thing... but is it really just a hunch?" Komaeda just shrugs with a smile and Saihara takes that as his cue to stop asking and drops the conversation. It doesn't seem like he'd give me a straight answer anyway...

The two continue walking toward a more secluded area before Saihara stops Komaeda with his arm. "Hey... do you see that?" Saihara points a finger at a man skulking in the darkness.

"Hm well, that certainly is suspicious," Komaeda says clearly not alarmed.

"Komaeda-kun let's see what he's up to," Saihara says.

"How come?" Asks Komaeda curiously.

"Call it detectives intuition but I feel like it's important we talk to him."

Komaeda looks at him with clear admiration, "Fascinating! I'm honored to be in the presence of such a talented Ultimate."

Saihara feels his face flush in embarrassment once again and stammers, "U-um it's nothing really. U-uh, let's just see what he's doing." Komaeda hums in agreement, eyes still sparkling and the two stealthily follow the man for a while until he suddenly ducks into an alleyway.

They follow him in as the man faces the dead-end of the alleyway he starts speaking, voice cold, "I recommend you explain why you're following me," He turns towards them with a steely glare, "Before I kill you." Saihara freezes under his harsh gaze but Komaeda seems unaffected as he steps toward the man with a smile.

He raises his right hand in greeting while the other still hasn't left his pocket, "Looks like we've been caught! Well, we were hoping you could give us some information-" Komaeda is cut off as a large black tendril rushes toward him. Before it can strike what would surely be a fatal blow, a TV falls from seemingly nowhere and crushes the tendril. Muffled arguing can be heard from a window above them.

'Why the hell did you push the TV out the window?!'

'It was an accident!'

'Literally how?!'

Both Saihara and the man stare in shock while Komaeda just sighs, "Well it seems my luck is still here after all. Now if you don't mind could you tell us where we are." The man takes a step closer to them and out of the shadows, revealing his appearance. He has a guarded expression on his face and black hair that frames his face on each side with white tips. He wears a black cloak, pants, and shoes.

His gray eyes study them before responding, "You're in Yokohama. Are you an ability user?"

Komaeda shrugs with a smile, "Maybe. It seems that you are though. What's your name?"

The man glares at them before shooting multiple tendrils at them, "That's not something I have to answer."

Before they can strike a voice from behind interrupts, "Okay~ I think that's quite enough!" A hand reaches out and the moment they touch one of the tendrils, there’s a bright flash of light and they all vanish. Another hand reaches toward Komaeda, it lightly taps him on the shoulder causing another bright flash of light. Everyone turns towards the newcomer. The man is wearing a tan overcoat, a black shirt, and white pants. He has messy brown hair and his brown eyes dance in amusement.

Before Komaeda or Saihara can react the other man speaks, "Dazai-san. What are you doing here?"

The man, Dazai, smiles and exclaims, "Stopping you from killing these two of course!" His voice turns icy, "Now why don't you back off Akutagawa. You know you can't win against me."

The other man, Akutagawa, scowls and responds, "Fine. I'll be leaving then. But this isn't the end." He practically spits out his words before pushing past the three and disappearing into the shadowy night.

Dazai turns to the two who are staring in awe, "Are you two alright? I couldn't help but notice you tailing Akutagawa so I came to see what you were doing. Though I have to say that TV falling was quite lucky. You would have died otherwise!"

Komaeda is the first to snap out of his bewilderment, "That was simply amazing! You stopped his attack with a single touch! This is such good luck, first the TV and then you! Ah... but I wonder what bad luck will balance it out?"

Saihara finally recovers from his shock and stutters, "T-thank you! You saved our lives! How can we ever repay you... Dazai-san was it?"

The man smiles, "Yep, Dazai Osamu, but please call me Dazai."

Truth.

Saihara nods vigorously, "Dazai-san, Is there anything we can do to repay you?"

Dazai hums, "Well I'm curious... why were you following Akutagawa?"

Komaeda, eyes shining, answers him this time, "We were following Saihara-kun's amazing detective intuition!" Saihara stammers in embarrassment at Komaeda's enthusiastic praise.

Dazai turns his curious gaze at Saihara, "A detective huh? You look a little young... is it that you perhaps have an ability to help you?"

Before Saihara can answer Komaeda butts in, "Dazai-san, you have an ability, right? What did it do?"

Dazai grins, "I can cancel other abilities with mine, it's known as No Longer Human."

Komaeda looks at him in what almost looks like excitement, "So you canceled my... 'ability' earlier then?" At Dazai's nod of confirmation Komaeda's eyes sparkle with hope, "How long does it last? Is it perhaps... permanent?"

Dazai shakes his head, "No it only lasts a few minutes actually."

Disappoint flickers in Komaeda's eyes and he sighs with a smile, "Oh I see... That's quite a shame."

Dazai studies him curiously before asking, "What exactly do your abilities do?" Komaeda lets out a humorless laugh, "I'm plagued by luck. Any good luck that I get is balanced out by bad luck later down the line and vice versa. I can barely even control it... How worthless." He sounds so... apathetic.

Saihara looks toward his companion in concern, "...Komaeda-kun? Are you okay?"

Komaeda turns toward Saihara with a strange look in his eyes, "Ah. Sorry, to worry you Saihara-kun. I'm perfectly fine."

Strangely enough, once again there's no voice to confirm if Komaeda was telling the truth this time.

Saihara is about to state how he doesn't seem very fine when Dazai interrupts by clearing his throat, "Saihara-kun. What is your ability?" Dazai asks tactfully ignoring Komaeda's tangent.

"O-oh right... Um... I can tell if people are lying but it seems to only work when I ask them a question and they answer. But sometimes it doesn't work..."

Dazai hums in acknowledgment. "One more question. You two aren't from here are you?"

Saihara nervously rubs the back of his head, "Y-yeah we just got to this city..."

Dazai eyes him before responding, "I'm guessing you have no place to stay then?" Saihara shakes his head in response. Dazai grins, "Well, I may be able to offer you a place to stay for the night if you're interested."

Komaeda seemingly more collected than before responds, "No we can't ask you to do anymore for us than you already have."

Saihara nods in agreement but Dazai just waves a hand, "Nonsense! In fact, I insist. Allow me to help you." The two open their mouths to protest again but Dazai cuts them off, "If you don't want to burden me then just accept." The two share a glance with each other before nodding. Dazai smiles wider, "Perfect! Then follow me, boys, I'll show you to your new room. I hope you don't mind sharing."

Not wanting to cause Dazai any more trouble than they already have, the two follow him to the location. As they walk, Saihara can't help but notice that Komaeda hasn't taken his left hand out of his pocket since Saihara had mentioned it. Why does he have someone else's hand...? No matter how hard he tried there was really no logical explanation he could think of. He glances at his companion who is walking next to him with a relaxed smile as Dazai leads the way. He's really secretive... there's just something off about him. Why does he look so familiar too? I don't really understand him at all... I just hope this doesn't lead to anything dangerous... He then looks toward Dazai who is enthusiastically talking about something Saihara has long tuned out of. And what about him? He said something about us having abilities and he has one too apparently... I had to improvise when he asked but the more I think about it, the more it makes sense that we have abilities of some kind. Perhaps something to do with our talents? If that's true, then it's just another reason to believe we're in a different world. Just like Komaeda said. How did he know though? Saihara lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his hair. I doubt he'd tell me anyway. What did I get into this time?

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Dusk is falling and the three of them are nearing their destination. Hinata couldn't be more relieved as he's starting to get really sick of traveling with Ouma. Despite the fact that it's only been a few hours, he was beginning to lose it. He can handle Atsushi, in fact, the boy was kind and quiet. Ouma on the other hand is causing him to consider jumping off the nearest cliff.

"Ughhh I'm starvingggg!" Ouma whines for what must be the 3oth time in a span of 10 minutes. Not that Hinata is counting or anything. He glances over the edge of the path they're walking on and briefly wonders if jumping from this height would kill him.

No, you would unfortunately survive, the voice in his head helpfully provides.

He decides to ignore this and instead he irritably glares at the purple-haired boy, "We heard you the first FIVE times Ouma-kun. Can you just zip it already?!"

Ouma starts to tear up and before anyone can react begins wailing, "WAHHHHHH ATSUSHI-CHAAAAN!! HINATA-CHAN'S BEING A BULLYYYY." Ouma clings to Atsushi's side causing him to stumble forward. Hinata exhaustedly rubs his eyes and feels a headache coming on.

Atsushi nervously pats the other boy's head with an awkward smile, "Um there there Ouma-kun... Yokohama should be just up ahead now, we can get food while we're there."

Ouma's tears immediately dry as he brightens up and unlatches himself from Atsushi's side causing the other boy to let out a small sigh of relief. "Atsushi-chan's so much nicer than mean ole' Hinata-chan!"

Hinata just grumbles in response as the three come upon the large city of Yokohama. Hinata's hazy memories recall a similar place that he had been before but he can't recall the name.

Towa city. You wouldn’t really remember that though, the voice of Kamukura supplies again. “What the hell was I doing in Towa city?” Hinata mumbles to himself.

"Alright!!” Ouma loudly declares, interrupting Hinata’s thoughts, “Let's get some food already! I'm starving to death over here!!" Ouma takes off running toward the city leaving the other two behind.

Hinata sighs and turns toward Atsushi, "Sorry about him," he says half apologetic but mostly just annoyed, "He acts so childish all the time."

Atsushi smiles, "Oh it's okay I mean- Wait how old is he?" Hinata huffs, "According to him, 17."

A shocked expression overtakes Atsushi's features, "Wait 17?! I thought he was like some 12-year-old kid!"

Hinata bursts out laughing at that, "I thought the same thing! Honestly, I don't know if I really believe him anyway."

Atsushi chuckles lightly, "Yeah he does seem to have a habit of lying. Oh, I've been meaning to ask though, you mentioned earlier that you two just met right? Why did you decide to travel together?"

Hinata pauses and after a moment just shrugs, "Yeah we met a little while before we met you. Honestly, I only decided to travel with him cause we have a... similar goal in mind. He'd probably get into trouble if he was by himself anyway." It was a half-truth but their situation was too complicated to explain to someone who was a part of this world.

Atsushi hums in acknowledgment with a soft smile on his face, "Well that must be nice though right? I know I wouldn't want to travel alone. Thanks again for letting me tag along."

Hinata smiles back, "Eh it's no big deal. As you said, it's nicer to travel with other people. You're much more bearable than Ouma-kun is anyway. I do have a question though. How come you wanted to come to Yokohama anyway?"

Atsushi chuckles sheepishly, "Well... I don't have any education or skills so I figured finding a job with no requirements might be easier in a big city...." Hinata is slightly surprised by this but he decides to just let it go for now as Atsushi continues speaking, "What about you? How come you and Ouma-kun want to visit The Armed Detective Agency?"

Hinata must've had an intense expression on his face as it makes Atsushi immediately backtrack, "I mean if you want to share! It's probably private. Um, you can just forget I asked." He laughs nervously.

Hinata waves a hand dismissively and sighs, "Don't worry about it, but I think it's best to discuss it when Ouma-kun is here. Speaking of, we should probably catch up to him before he gets himself arrested or something."

Atsushi seems to jump at the chance to change the topic and quickly nods in agreement, "Yeah that honestly seems like something he would do." With that, the two of them chase after Ouma into Yokohama.

"Jeez took you two slowpokes long enough! I almost died from boredom I had to wait so long!"

Hinata rolls his eyes, "It only took like 5 minutes quit lying already."

Ouma grins, "Aw you got me! What are you a detective?" Before Hinata can think about how, yes, he technically is the ultimate detective as well Ouma starts speaking again, "Well anyway, can we eat now? I'm dying over here!"

Hinata huffs in annoyance, "Sure but you better be paying."

Ouma lets out a laugh, "Neeheehee! Silly Hinata-chan don't you remember? I don't have anything on me except the clothes on my back. So I guess you'll be paying then!"

Hinata sighs, "I don't have any money on me either though..."

Ouma gasps dramatically, "Then however are we going to eat?" Both boys look toward Atsushi with hopeful expressions.

Atsushi shrugs with a sheepish smile, "Uh sorry to disappoint but I don't have any money either..."

Ouma loudly groans, "Hinata-chan why did we bring this guy along? He's flat-out broke!"

Hinata lightly smacks Ouma across the head, "Don't be so rude, in case you forgot we're flat-out broke too."

Atsushi interjects, "Well now what? Should we just... move on?"

Ouma blows a raspberry, "Heck to the no! I'm starving here!" A malicious grin suddenly splits across his face, "Well I suppose now is the time to unveil one of my many talents! Listen carefully my subordinates, it's time for a crash course in the fine art of pickpocketing! Watch carefully now!" Before either of them can react Ouma slips away from them and walks toward his first victim. He pretends to bump into them and quickly apologizes putting the act of a nervous kid while secretly swiping their wallet.

He bows to the person and walks back toward the two who are staring at him blankly which causes a mischievous grin to form on his face, "What's wrong? Hey, what's wrong? Are you impressed? I suppose you did just watch a master phantom thief at work. Anyone would be surprised by that!"

Hinata stares at him for a moment before shrugging, "I'd be concerned about how easily you did that if I wasn't so hungry."

Atsushi has a conflicted look on his face, "I mean... isn't this wrong though? I don't want to steal from people unless it's a last resort..."

Before Hinata can assure him Ouma jumps to the chance with a devious smirk, "Pshhh don't be so stupid Atsushi-chan. Morals are irrelevant in the face of survival! Either we starve to death or a stranger loses a few bucks. What's really the better option?"

Atsushi still looking conflicted nods slowly, "Well when you put it like that... I guess it's okay?"

Hinata gives him an encouraging pat on the back, "Don't worry about it so much. I'd prefer not to steal either but I'd prefer not to starve to death more. Our lives are more important." Hinata's mind is forced back to the funhouse and the following trial where he learned that fact in a brutal and unforgettable way. He could never forget how much was sacrificed before he really understood that...

Atsushi sighs, breaking him out of his thoughts. "Yeah, I guess you guys are right. It'll only be temporary anyway."

Ouma stands up on his tippy toes and ruffles Atsushi's hair, though he has to reach up comically high, "Atta boy! We'll make a thief out of you yet! Now come on, let's go eat already! That guy was loaded!" He emphasizes this by holding up a large number of bills in his hand. The three of them walk into a nearby restaurant and have a nice filling meal.

It's late into the night now and Hinata is feeling more exhausted than ever. Especially since one of his companions is constantly causing trouble. Not that he's naming any names or anything.

"Ouma-kun... did you really have to spend half of our money on desserts?" Hinata asks, annoyance flooding through him as he carries several large plastic bags containing said desserts.

"Ask Atsushi-chan it was all his idea!" Atsushi just stares at him, "Ouma-kun I saw you order them. In fact, I told you not to order them while Hinata-kun was in the bathroom because he would get upset."

Ouma looks highly amused by this situation. "Neeheehee! Well, it's my word against yours Atsushi-chan!"

"I believe Atsushi-kun," Hinata deadpans.

Ouma gasps, wounded, and puts a hand over his heart, "This betrayal! Hinata-chan... I thought we were friends!" He starts to sniffle and tears form in his eyes. Hinata is very tempted to throw the desserts at the purple-haired boy but not wanting to waste food he opts for simply rolling his eyes and ignoring Ouma's antics.

Atsushi, looking slightly amused at the conversation speaks up, "I hate to interrupt but it's getting kind of late, maybe it would be best if we checked into a hotel?" Hinata is quick to agree as exhaustion is starting to take hold of him. Ouma enthusiastically raises his agreement as well. Atsushi sighs, seemingly relieved that they came to a quick decision for once.

"Okay perfect then. Let's ask for directions to the closest open location then." It takes a while to find a location that was still open. In fact, it took long enough that the full moon started to rise but eventually the three of them come upon a dingy-looking motel. A light-up sign reads 'Dean's Practical Rooms!' Or at least that's what it should say but most of the letter's lights have burnt out only leaving the letters d e s p a i r still lit up. Boy is Hinata really starting to get sick of that word. If this isn't a sign of what's to come then I don't know what is, Hinata thinks as the three of them enter the motel.

A grizzled old man sitting at a small cheap looking desk greets them as they walk in, "Welcome to Dean's Practical Rooms, I'm Dean. What can I do for you three?"

Atsushi walks up to the desk, "Well we would like to rent a room for the night. How much are they?"

"One room is about 200015 yen." Atsushi looks as surprised as Hinata feels, "That much? But... we only have 5000 left..." The man simply shrugs, "Don't know what to tell ya, kid. Had to raise prices in this economy. Can't do nothin' about it."

"But-"

Atsushi is quickly cut off by Ouma butting in with a very convincing desperate expression. If Hinata didn't know any better he would think it was real but... it's most likely another ploy. "But sir! We have nowhere else to go..."

The man's expression stays firm, "I'm sorry boys but I need to make a profit of some kind. Gotta support the kids."

Ouma sadly nods in understanding, "I see... That's very noble of you sir. It must be really nice to have a caring father like you..." The man's eyes soften ever so slightly which seems to encourage Ouma even more, "Oh sorry, it's just... the three of us are orphans, you see. We've been left on the streets to fend for ourselves with nothing to our names..." The man's expression softens further and he regards them with a look of understanding. Hinata glances at Ouma who gives him a wink and mouths the word, 'Bingo' with a grin.

"Orphans huh?” As the man breaks the silence Ouma’s expression quickly shifts back to desperation and sadness. The man lets out a sigh. “I remember those days on the streets when I was a young man too... Lost my parents long ago..." He looks lost in thought for a moment.

He meets Ouma's gaze again, "Please sir... could you please just let us stay for one night?"

The man rubs the back of his head, "Well..." Suddenly the old man freezes up and his expression goes blank. In a monotone, almost robotic voice he says, "You may stay for one night for free. Room 32 on the left." The man holds out a room key, movement and expression void of any emotion. Hinata shudders at the man's empty look, feeling thoroughly unsettled and confused by the sudden change in behavior.

Ouma, on the other hand, seems entirely unaffected as he swipes the key, "Alrighty! Thanks, old man! Come on my subordinates let's go!" He quickly marches off in the direction of the room. Atsushi looks very confused as he gives the old man a quick bow and follows after Ouma. With no other choice, Hinata tries to push his uneasiness down and follows after the other two. The three walk down the hall in silence, Hinata can't seem to calm his nerves or his racing mind. How come he just gave it to us? Why was his expression so... blank? He seemed so empty... what even happened? He gets jolted out of his thoughts when someone places a tentative hand on his shoulder.

He looks up and meets Atsushi's concerned gaze, "Hinata-kun? Are you alright?"

Hinata gives him a quick smile, "Y-yeah I'm good. Just thinking about something."

Atsushi looks like he's about to say something but Ouma cuts him off, "Looks like this is the room!" With a flourish, he unlocks the door and pushes it open. The three of them file into the room and immediately freeze. Hinata can barely believe his eyes. The walls have mold and cobwebs that reach the ceiling. The floor has a large stain which Hinata refuses to believe is blood. There's one small window that doesn't have any cover so it's just... a hole in the wall. One singular bed sits in the middle of the room but it looks disgusting. It's covered in grime and the sheets look more like rags. In the corner sits a sad and neglected dresser with a lamp on it that's not even plugged in. Next to it is a door that must lead to the bathroom. Hinata doesn't even want to imagine what that might look like. That guy seriously wanted to rent this out for 200015 yen?! That's absurd...

Ouma is the first to break their shocked silence with a whistle, "Man this looks like the kind of place someone would come to off themselves. Judging from that stain that's totally not blood it probably already happened."

Hinata takes one more look around the room and shakes his head, "Yeah no way. I'd rather sleep under a bridge."

Ouma lets out a laugh, "Neeheehee! That can still be arranged Hinata-chan!" Atsushi takes a few steps into the room and looks around.

He then turns back to the other two and shrugs, "It's not as bad as the orphanage. At least there's a bed." Hinata's not sure what horrifies him more, the fact that Atsushi supposedly hasn't slept on a bed in a long time or the fact that he's actually considering sleeping on that bed.

Hinata lets out a sigh, "I mean I guess it could be worse. There's no way I'm sleeping on that thing though." He sticks out a thumb towards the so-called 'bed' in disgust. Ouma triumphantly holds up a large bag that he must've snatched from Hinata earlier, though Hinata's not sure how he didn't notice.

"Lucky for you Hinata-chan, you won't have to!" He empties the bag and three rolled-up sleeping bags fall to the floor. Ouma picks one up and unrolls it, revealing what has to be the ugliest pattern to ever exist on a piece of fabric ever. But at the very least they look clean.

Hinata puts the rest of the bags he's holding on the floor and rubs his eyes, "You bought these on purpose didn't you? At least they're clean I guess."

Ouma grins cheekily, "Well unless you wanna sleep on the floor or the... 'bed' then you'd better take one. You guys should be glad! I was only gonna buy one for myself but they had a buy one get two free deal!"

And with that, he throws one to Hinata and one to Atsushi. "Good thinking Ouma-kun. When did you even buy these though?"

Ouma grins wider, "A supreme leader has his ways!"

Atsushi mumbles something about 'Supreme leader?' before Hinata snorts, "Right. I'm sure you didn't just want to pickpocket more people. But anyway, I guess that's that problem solved. But only two of us can fit on the bed. Someone has to sleep on the floor."

Atsushi and Hinata share a glance before saying both at once, "I can do it." In an instant, the two start arguing.

"It's fine I've slept on the ground before-"

"That's clearly not fine!"

"Well, it's not that big of a deal-"

"Listen I can just-"

"No, I'll-"

"I think-"

"Okay! That's enough!!"

Silence is immediately followed by Ouma's loud declaration and he continues to speak, "Jeez what are you guys, masochists? Neither of you even want to sleep on the floor!"

Hinata sighs in annoyance, "Well I don't mind. It wouldn't be the worse thing I've dealt with."

Atsushi seems to be showing his stubborn side as his voice raises in argument, "Well it wouldn't be for me either. I don't need a bed to sleep in, a sleeping bag is more than enough."

Ouma groans, "Come onnn you guys, you're missing the obvious solution!"

Hinata raises an eyebrow, "And what might that be?"

"Rock, paper, scissors!" And thus a very intense threeway game of rock, paper, scissors begins. Hinata is the first to win, leaving Atsushi and Ouma to have one last deciding round. Ouma surprisingly loses despite the fact that they had to explain how to play to Atsushi like five minutes ago.

Ouma snaps his fingers, "Dang it! You guys got me good. I can't believe you'd cruelly make me sleep on the floor... after I went through the trouble of buying you sleeping bags! How ungrateful!"

Atsushi, looking somewhat guilty opens his mouth but Hinata is quick to cut him off, "I recall someone saying they only got three of them because of a deal? You lost fair and square Ouma-kun. Just shut up already." Maybe it was too blunt, but Hinata was getting tired and therefore irritable.

Ouma didn't seem bothered either way and just grinned, "Ooo sounds like someone needs a nap huh grandpa?"

Hinata glares at him, "I'm not that much older than you!"

Ouma just laughs, "Neeheehee! Whatever makes you feel better! Anyway, before Hinata-chan gets too grumpy..." Ouma sits on the floor and rummages through another plastic bag full of various snacks and junk food. "I have plenty of snacks to eat!"

Hinata rolls his eyes, "You're such a child. You know you shouldn't eat sweets before bed right?"

Ouma snorts while stuffing food in his mouth, "What are you, my dad? If you want some you could just ask y'know!"

Hinata shoots him a glare, "I don't want any."

"Is Hinata-chan grumpy 'cause I made him carry them and now he can't have any? Aw well, that's just too bad..."

"I already said I didn't want any! Atsushi-kun back me up here!" Hinata looks toward Atsushi only to notice his gaze transfixed on the array of desserts and junk food. His eyes are practically shining.

Ouma is quick to notice and opens his mouth with a mischievous grin, "Oh? Does Atsushi-chan want some?"

Atsushi quickly snaps out of his daze and raises his hands in defense, "Oh! Uh no, it's okay, you can have them Ouma-kun..."

Hinata feels his curiosity rise as he asks, "Do you like sweets Atsushi-kun?"

Atsushi nervously laughs, "Well not exactly. I never really got to try many of them at the orphanage... They were pretty rare to come across and if they weren't hidden well, they'd get taken away... Ah! But don't worry about it, Ouma-kun bought them for himself anyway."

Ouma looks like he's about to cry, "Wh-what a tragic backstory... Not being able to taste the world of sweets and sugar... This will simply not do! Atsushi-chan out of pity I shall share these with you... Just this once!"

He then looks toward Hinata, "Not you though Hinata-chan, you still don't get any.

Hinata rolls his eyes, "I still don't want any. And what is this a slumber party?" Despite his sarcasm, he takes a seat next to Ouma. Atsushi is quick to follow his lead and soon the three of them are eating snacks, telling stories, laughing, and talking. It was, however, Ouma doing most of the talking, telling stories that he claimed were '100% true! without a doubt!' though Hinata heavily doubted their legitimacy anyway. Atsushi's expressions he made while trying the various sweets were almost enough to make Hinata forgive Ouma for how annoying he was.

While Ouma was in the middle of telling a story about how his organization, D.I.C.E, stole the crown jewels (whatever that meant) Hinata stands up and stretches, "I have to go to the bathroom real quick."

Ouma grimaces, "Your gonna actually use that bathroom? Yikes..."

Hinata sighs, "Yeah... wish me luck." He stands in front of the bathroom door and sends a silent prayer before opening it. It's about as grimy as you'd expect. Mold and other strange stains cover the walls and ceiling. The shower doesn't even have a curtain. The toilet looks disgusting but usable, though Hinata's not sure he wants to use it. As he walks over to investigate its usability he catches his reflection on a cracked wall mirror. This causes him to freeze in his tracks and fully turn to look at himself. It's... it's just Kamukura. I'm just Kamukura. He stares at the cold red eye and the dark billowing hair that falls around him. No. I'm not Kamukura. His actions have nothing to do with me. It's... It's not my fault. I'm not Izuru Kamukura!

Still in denial I see. You somehow beat Junko's despair but you still can't face your past? How disappointing... How boring.

"Shut up! Leave me alone! I wasn't in control when you killed! It's not my fault!" His mind is suddenly forced back to when Kamukura, to when he, watched the student council members kill each other. Their desperate screams, the flowing blood, and Junko's smiling face all cause him to shudder. He clutches his head and draws in ragged breaths.

You may not have been directly involved, however, it's your fault that I was created. Face it. It was your weakness that caused the biggest, most awful, most tragic event in human history.

"Just STOP IT ALREADY!" He screams out the words and punches the reflection that's taunting him. Angry and desperate tears have formed in his eyes as he finally remembers... her. Laying in a puddle of her own blood as he stands there, watching her slowly bleed out. "How... how could I ever do that? I couldn't! There's no way! It wasn't me! It couldn't have been... It couldn't!" His now bloody fist retracts from the shattered mirror and he wipes his face from tears. Looking down at all of the glass shards, an idea comes to his mind. He picks one up, painfully slicing his hand, but he barely noticed. Shakily, he raises his hand up to a chunk of hair and slices it off.

I see. So you still continue to run from your past. From your mistakes. How boring.

Hinata pays no attention to Kamukura and instead continues raggedly cutting off his hair. His thoughts are running wild as his movements and speed become more sporadic. As he lifts his bangs he winces at the sight of a large ugly scar marked across his forehead. He opts to just cut his bangs longer than usual and within seconds he's finished. His breathing has returned to normal and his thoughts have slowed. He takes a deep breath and faces his cracked reflection once again. This time he sees a calm pale gold eye and short spiky hair that frames his face. It's me... I'm still me. I... I'm Hajime Hinata. He lets out one last sigh before frantic knocking at the door causes him to jump.

A muffled voice is heard on the other side, “Hinata-kun?! Are you okay?!” Hinata quickly composes himself and opens the door. There stands a concerned-looking Atsushi and a blank-faced Ouma. “Hinata-kun! What happened?! We’ve been calling your name for a while now! I thought maybe… Wait… Why…?” Atsushi trails off and stares at Hinata, confusion written across his face.

Hinata nervously runs a hand through his now short hair, “O-oh… well… It’s kind of…” It’s Hinata’s turn to trail off. How could he even describe what just happened? It was done on impulse and he didn’t really think about having to explain it to them. The air becomes tenser the longer the silence stretches.

That is until Ouma breaks it, “New haircut? You look like a hedgehog now! And what’s with that pointy part? It’s like an antenna!”

Instantly the tension evaporates and Hinata shoots Ouma a pointed glare, “Hey this is how it always used to look alright? I think it looks fine!”

Ouma snickers, “You really think so? Pfffft okay. Whatever you say Hinata-chan!”

Hinata rolls his eyes, “Okay whatever Ouma-kun. Like you look any better.” He mutters that last part but Ouma still seems to hear and gasps loudly. “Hinata-chan! How could you be so rude? So… so cruel!”

Atsushi chuckles, “Well you kind of deserve you know.”

Ouma sniffles and turns away from the two, “Bullies! That’s all you are! First, you make me sleep on the floor and then you make fun of me… After all I’ve done for you!”

Atsushi and Hinata share another laugh before Atsushi turns to Hinata, his expression more serious. “Listen, Hinata-kun, I’m not going to pry about what happened but, if you need to talk, Ouma and I will be here for you.”

Ouma scoffs loudly, “Leave me out of this. I’m not gonna help a jerk like Hinata-Chan.”

Atsushi is quick to protest, “Ouma-kun! Don’t be like that. Hinata-kun is our friend!”

Ouma snorts, “Friends? Since when? I believe that ship sailed after today’s incident. You guys could never hope to befriend a supreme leader like me anyway,” Ouma looks at his nails disinterested, “The best you could do is become my subordinates. And that’s only if you're lucky.” Atsushi mumbles something about Ouma being a brat under his breath. “I’m sorry what was that Atsushi-chan? Something you wanna say?”

Atsushi looks away and waves a hand, “Oh nothing. Nothing important.” Before Ouma can respond a soft chuckle escapes from Hinata’s lips catching the attention of Atsushi and Ouma. He smiles at the two of them, “Thank you, guys. I’ll… maybe I can talk about it later.”

Atsushi returns his smile, “Of course Hinata-kun, we understand. More importantly, is your hand okay?"

Hinata holds up his hand, bloodied from punching the mirror and picking up the glass. "Oh right... It's fine. Don't worry about it."

Atsushi doesn't look convinced but he lets out a reluctant sigh, "If you say so... Well, it’s getting pretty late by now so I think we should probably try to get some sleep.” Hinata is quick to agree. After everything that happened, simply put, he was feeling exhausted. Ouma enthusiastically agrees, any trace of his previous bad mood completely gone. Honestly, it still unsettled Hinata how quickly he could do that. It was… bizarre to say the least. As the three of them set up their sleeping bags and prepared for bed, Hinata couldn’t stop a strange feeling of dread from settling in his stomach. The feeling kept him awake into the late hours of the night. Something… bad was going to happen soon, it was the only conclusion he could reach. He shakes his head and tries to rid himself of the feeling. He turns over and looks at Atsushi’s sleeping form next to him. The boy is huddled in his sleeping bag sleeping peacefully. Hinata could feel nothing but envy at the sight. He then glances at Ouma on the floor who has somehow managed to get out of his sleeping bag and is sleeping on top of it. Hinata lets out a sigh and turns away now facing the window if you could even call it that. The clear view and light of the full moon shining through the window calm him enough so that when he closes his eyes he's able to fall into a light sleep.

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Saihara blearily opens his heavy eyes and is met with an unfamiliar ceiling. He sits up in a panic before quickly remembering that he is in an apartment provided by Dazai. He had slept on a futon the night before after almost immediately collapsing from exhaustion. He was also wearing an old t-shirt and sweatpants that were provided for them to sleep in. To his right, Komaeda is sleeping a far distance away as last night he had claimed, 'Someone like me doesn't deserve this, it's the least I can do.' All while a calm smile never faltered from his face. Saihara thought it was strange but was far too tired to really care and just allowed Komaeda to do whatever he wanted. The room they were given was fairly small, about only three rooms in total. There was a kitchen, the main room where they had slept, and a small bathroom. In conclusion... It's pretty similar to my room in the killing game... He sits up and stretches, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. 7:00 am... Guess I'm still on that schedule... At least I don't have to wake up to that horrible morning announcement anymore... It seems that Komaeda is on a similar schedule as he stirs awake and rubs his eyes.

"Good morning Komaeda-kun." Komaeda lightly jumps, almost unnoticeably so, seemingly having forgotten that someone else was there.

Komaeda then smiles, "Ah, good morning Saihara-kun. How did you sleep?" Saihara shrugs, "It wasn't terrible. Beats the nights in the killing game."

Komaeda hums, "I do miss having an actual bed though."

Saihara laughs lightly, "Yeah I suppose that's the only downside." He then stands up and looks toward the kitchen, "Well I'm pretty hungry so I'm going to make breakfast. Would you like some?"

Komaeda shakes his head, "No thank you, don't worry about me."

Saihara tilts his head, "You're not hungry?"

Komaeda laughs, "It's more that I would love to help but being close to fire or sharp objects when I'm expecting bad luck is a recipe for disaster and it'd be bad if you got hurt. I'm terribly sorry but at least there is no need to burden yourself with making food for me."

Saihara just looks at him for a moment before responding, "Well I guess that makes sense. But don't worry I can still make you something. It'd be bad if you got hurt too."

Komaeda's smile falters slightly, "Ah you're too kind to someone like me Saihara-kun. Thank you but you really don't have to." Saihara just slips into the kitchen deciding to make him food regardless of what he says. He searches the cabinets only to turn up with nothing. Huh... Well, now what? He pokes his head out of the kitchen, "Hey Komaeda-kun do you-" He's abruptly cut up by a ringing sound. He realizes quickly that it's a cellphone, the same one that Dazai had given them the night before.

Komaeda, being closer pick up the phone and answers, "Hello?" Saihara is unable to hear the other half of the conversation and tries to piece things together from Komaeda's responses. "Oh hello, Dazai-san. Thank you for letting us stay here again."

"Yes thank you again! It was quite kind of you."

"No, you don't have to do that."

"Oh, I see. Still, you don't-" There's a long pause before Komaeda speaks again.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you Dazai-san." There's a soft beep as Komaeda hangs up the call.

"What did he say?" Saihara asks curiously.

"Well, I can assume you found no food here. Dazai-san has offered to take us to breakfast. I said no but he insisted." Saihara can't help the way he lights up. He was starving after all who could blame him?

He smiles softly, "Dazai-san is very generous to us."

Komaeda nods, "Yes... I wonder... why?" Before Saihara can answer Komaeda stands up and stretches. "You can go and shower first if you'd like. We should probably get dressed if we are going out." Saihara simply nods and heads into the bathroom. After a quick shower, he gets dressed back into his regular outfit and brushes out his hair. Komaeda goes in after him while Saihara waits in the main room. He's... right. Why is Dazai-san helping us? What could he have to gain? I should be more careful. This may not be the killing game anymore but who knows what this world holds. I wonder... His thoughts are cut off by Komaeda walking out of the bathroom. Despite his hair being wet, it's still very wild and hardly looks any different. He's back in his regular outfit as well.

"Are you ready to go Saihara-kun? Dazai-san said to meet him outside once we were ready." Saihara nods and the two head out the door, almost immediately running into Dazai.

"Ah, there you two are! I hope you enjoyed your stay~ Now then, are you ready for an amazing breakfast provided by yours truly?"

Saihara smiles at him, "Yeah I'm starving. Thanks for all of your help so far Dazai-san, we really appreciate it." Komaeda nods in agreement, though it looks like he wants to say more. He has an unreadable expression on his face.

Before Saihara can really ponder this for too long, Dazai speaks up with an equally unreadable smile, "Don't worry about it. Now follow me, it should be a pretty short walk to the restaurant." The three make their way through the streets of Yokohama and Saihara allows his mind to wander. Though Saihara is now able to tell when people are lying, he gets the feeling that getting anything out of these two besides what they're willing to share is near impossible. He has an extremely difficult time reading either of them, they both seem to have unbreakable masks. It sort of reminds him of someone... Before he can fall down that rabbit hole, he feels a hand on his shoulder, startling him.

He quickly looks over and sees Dazai grinning at him, "Saihara-kun we're here! Are you feeling alright? You look deep in thought."

Saihara nervously laughs, "U-um, it's nothing really... just thinking about some things." Dazai looks skeptical but doesn't push it any further with a shrug. He notices Komaeda eying him curiously but he decides to try and ignore it. The three of them enter the restaurant and take a seat. The three of them place their orders after taking a moment to think and are now waiting in silence.

It's soon broken by Dazai, "So... What brought you two to Yokohama?" Saihara had been dreading this question. There was no logical way to explain their abnormal circumstances. Hell, they don't even know how they got here.

Thankfully before Saihara can speak Komaeda laughs lightly, "Well that's a funny story actually. You see, due to my luck, I have nowhere left to go and have been wandering aimlessly for a while now! I met Saihara-kun not too long ago when I first entered Yokohama." Saihara didn't find this story the least bit funny. What made it worse was that Komaeda said it all with a relaxed smile and that Saihara could detect a hint of the truth in his statement.

Dazai hums, "I see... How about you Saihara-kun? What made you want to come to Yokohama?"

Saihara nervously swallows, "Well... I..." Saihara likes to think he's a decent liar but his mind is blanking, "I... was just looking for a new place to move and find a job..." It's a lousy lie but he hopes it'll do the trick. If only the actual truth were so simple. Dazai simply hums in acknowledgment though Saihara could tell he didn't fully believe them but he seemed to let it go.

"How did you get into the detective business Saihara-kun?" Komaeda perks up in interest too. Saihara opens his mouth to explain but the words die in his throat before they're spoken. How much of my life was actually real? Did... did any of that stuff actually happen? I just...

Saihara realizes he's been quiet for too long and clears his throat, "W-well, I... happened to solve a case when I was 15, it was one the police couldn't crack." Saihara decides to just tell what he remembers being true, it's not like he could come up with a better lie anyway... "After that, my uncle started to bring me around to his Agency where I would help with cases. It just sort became something I was good at I guess..."

Komaeda's eyes are sparkling in admiration, "That's amazing Saihara-kun! You are truly skilled. Not many people could say they solved a crime at 15 years old. You should be very proud."

Saihara laughed nervously, "Uh yeah I suppose so..."

Dazai hums, "Did your ability help you solve it?"

Saihara freezes. Shoot. I forgot about that... "Um... not really. My ability wasn't really needed, I just sort of put all the pieces together." Saihara watches for Dazai's reaction, praying that his half-truth was believable enough.

Dazai then grins cheekily, "Then that is impressive! Solving a case at 15 without using an ability to help... reminds me of a certain someone I know..."

Saihara tilts his head in curiosity, "Who might that be?"

Dazai has an amused smile on his face, "Oh just one of my coworkers. Did I mention that I work at a Detective Agency?" Saihara blanches at this revelation while Komaeda is quick to speak up, "That's fascinating Dazai-san! I can't believe I'm in the presence of not one but too talented detectives! What good luck!"

Saihara is quick to recover, "Wait so you're a detective too?" Dazai grins cheekily, "That's right! Armed Detective Agency member Dazai Osamu at your service!"

Saihara asks curiously, "Armed Detective Agency?"

Dazai nods, "Oh yes, an armed force of ability users who deal with problems the regular police can't handle."

Komaeda's eyes shine with excitement, "That's... that's incredible! It sounds like such a hopeful organization..." Dazai nods once more, "Indeed! I would even go so far as to call it the hope of this city!" Komaeda has a strange expression, he looks delighted but something is... off. Saihara's honestly not sure how to react to this turn in the conversation but he's luckily saved by the waiter bringing their orders to them.

The three of them exit the restaurant, full and satisfied. Saihara watches in slight amusement as Komaeda profusely thanks Dazai for his kindness over and over again. Dazai seems pretty pleased by all the praise. These casual interactions made Saihara feel more at ease and it reminded him of the few peaceful times he had at the academy. Unfortunately, the peace is interrupted by a ringing sound. Dazai pulls a cell phone out of his pocket and groans, though despite his reaction, he answers.

His expression quickly turns serious, "What happened?" There's a beat of silence, "Okay. I'm on my way." He quickly hangs up and turns his attention to the other two.

"Listen up. There's been an emergency at my workplace. Sorry to cut this short but I have to head off now."

Komaeda is quick to respond, "Why don't you let us help you? You've been so kind to us, it's the least we could do."

Saihara nods his head in agreement, "Yeah, just tell us what to do."

Dazai shakes his head, "No no, it's far too dangerous. This is ADA work, and though you two seem capable but putting citizens in the middle of a bomb threat would be too reckless. So don't worry about it!" He says that last part very cheerfully and turns his back toward the two waving a hand, "Now then, I'll be seeing you two later!" As Komaeda and Saihara watch Dazai's figure disappear in the distance they turn and share a glance.

"Well, what should we do Saihara-kun?" Saihara hums in thought, well... a bomb threat is dangerous but... "I think we should help. As you said Dazai's done a lot for us and it's not like we haven't dealt with dangerous things before."

Komaeda has that strange smile on his face again, "How noble Saihara-kun. What a hopeful person you are..." He lets out a wheezy laugh, "Alright then! Let's go and help." And with that Komaeda starts heading off in the same direction as Dazai. Saihara is quick to catch up and the two start to carefully follow Dazai through the city. Though Saihara is surprised about the bomb threat, he's more surprised by the fact that he doesn't feel anxious. I guess... I'm used to stuff like this. He's not the only one it seems. As the two follow Dazai through the streets to their destination Saihra can't help but notice how calm Komaeda is. Maybe he's used to this kind of stuff too. Finally, they arrive at a red-bricked building with multiple stories. In front stands a blond man, his hair is tied back and he has glasses on. He wears a tan overcoat and jeans that match in color. His undershirt is black and he wears brown loafers. In his hand is what Saihara thinks is a detonator. The man whips his head around at the sight of the Dazai approaching while Komaeda and Saihara stay back in the shadows, listening.

The man's face morphs into disgust and contempt, "Tsk. I know you. You're Dazai Osamu, aren't you? I know all about you. Don't bother trying to negotiate, one step closer and blow this place to bits." He raises the detonator and places his thumb over the button in demonstration.

Dazai raises his hands in defense, "Okay okay, just calm down-"

"How about you shut your mouth you useless waste of bandages? I don't want to hear it!"

Dazai looks surprisingly hurt by this statement but he presses on, "Just listen to me, I know you don't agree with the ADA but-"

"SHUT IT!" The man snaps, "That does it... I'M DONE WITH THIS!"

The man raises the detonator and is about to press the button when Saihara impulsively shouts out, "WAIT!" He's quick to approach the two with Komaeda close behind.

The man turns his cold eyes at them, "Who are they? I didn't hear about them as agency members... If you two try anything funny I swear to god-"

The man's thumb hovers dangerously close to the detonator button and Saihara jumps in on impulse, "We aren't here to try anything! We were just-"

Saihara is quickly cut off by Komaeda who speaks in a strange tone of voice. "Why do you want to blow up this building?"

The man glares at him, "It's for the best. This Agency is a plague that parades with a banner of justice. This whole goddamn city would be better off without them!" He practically spits out the last word, voice dripping with venom. Komaeda looks unsettlingly captivated by the man's words.

There's a strange look in his eyes. "I see... so it's your hope to destroy a self-righteous group... full of hypocrisy..."

The man nods, "Exactly! It's what these bastards deserve anyway. I will rid this city of their existence!" Komaeda nods and meets the man's gaze, his eyes are unreadable but Saihara can only feel dread looking at them.

"Then why are you hesitating? If it's your hope to destroy this place... then do it." The man looks caught off guard while he stares at Komaeda in confusion. Dazai takes this distraction as a chance to tackle the man and pin him to the ground. The detonator flings out of his hand to the ground, by Komaeda's feet.

Saihara quickly jumps into action, facing the man, "Tell me! Where did you hide the bombs?" The man glares and refuses to answer.

Dazai tsks, "Really?" He flips out a switchblade and holds it up to the man's throat, "I think you'd better answer his question."

The man gulps and eyes the blade that threatens his life, "Fine!" He looks back up at Saihara with a deadly glare, "I hid them in the desk drawers on the Agency's floor."

Truth.

Saihara turns to Dazai and gives him a nod, signifying that the man is telling the truth. Dazai grins and removes the blade from his throat, "Atta boy!" He releases the man and turns, "Now then let's disarm those bombs." He spots Komaeda holding the detonator. Oh right, we should probably dispose of that.

"Hey, Komaeda-kun-" He is swiftly cut off by wheezing laughter. Komaeda looks up and Saihara's blood runs cold. His eyes are swirling with madness he clutches the devices in his hand and continues to laugh.

"This... brings back some memories I think. If I were to hit this button... would the Agency be able to move past this despair? Will it become a simple stepping stone for them to move past and grow more powerful?" He wheezes out another laugh, "Even if they can't overcome this... their destruction would bring hope to many others... Which hope is stronger then? Which would be true hope...? I wonder..." His thumb hovers over the button as he holds the detonator up.

The blond man is quick to get up and pulls out a notebook, rips out a page, and shouts, "Doppo Poet! Grapple Gun!" Instantly, with a bright flash of light, the page transforms into a grapple gun. Saihara barely has time to process what's going on before the man aims the gun at the detonator in Komaeda's hand and launches it. Unluckily for Komaeda, right at that moment a passerby quickly pushes past causing him to stumble to the side. His change in position causes the grapple gun to miss and detonator and land directly into... Komaeda's forehead. The impact causes him to lose balance and drop the detonator. Unfortunately, his loss of balance also causes him to stumble back where his foot promptly gets caught on a crack in the sidewalk. He trips and falls backward with the back of his head slamming right onto the edge of a metallic mailbox with a deafening clang. To add insult to injury, a car drives by at that moment and sprays a puddle of water onto the unfortunate man. Komaeda slumps down onto the ground. He's soaking wet and his head and hair are covered in sticky red blood. Is it just me or does the blood look... different? Wait that's not important right now! Saihara snaps out of his shock and rushes up to Komaeda, who is now sitting up with a hand on his head.

He kneels down in front of him and puts an arm behind his back for support. "Komaeda-kun!? Are you okay?" Komaeda reaches a hand and feels his head. After a moment he brings it down and gazes at his now very bloody hand.

He turns his unfocused eyes to Saihara and with a smile asks, "Ah... Saihara-kun... is it just me or... does this blood look strange to you?" After forcing that statement out Komaeda promptly passes out. The other two seem to snap out of their surprise and thankfully rush to Saihara's aid. The blond man is quick to help support the unconscious Komaeda on his shoulder. Wait a minute...

"What exactly is going on? Who is this guy? He's not really acting like a terrorist!" Saihara exclaims half-hysterical and overwhelmed. He was used to strange events but not when it was just one after another in quick succession. He felt his brain start to fry and exhaustion started to kick in.

"My name is Kunikida Doppo. I actually work with the Armed Detective Agency. Dazai here insisted that we take you two in as employees and so we ran a test to see if you were qualified. At least that's how it was supposed to go before your friend here decided to complicate things." Saihara tries desperately to process the information he just gained. He looks at Dazai for confirmation.

The older man nods with a cheeky grin, "It's true. Though I have to admit, even I didn't expect Komaeda-kun to pull something like that. It sure made for a memorable entrance exam though~!" The man, Kunikida, looks ready to strangle Dazai and Saihara is almost positive he would if his hand weren't full.

Kunikida quickly composes himself and pushes up his glasses, "Well then. We should take him to the Agency's infirmary. He may have a concussion." The other two quickly agree and they quickly make their way into the building.

With Komaeda safe and secure in the infirmary, Saihara is finally able to relax. He sighs heavily and slouches into a chair. Running a hand through his hair he takes in his surroundings. The inside of the agency is pretty much just a bunch of identical desks and chairs packed into a room. Cabinets line the walls and there's a side room that looks like a break room. There are three doors, one leads outside and Saihara is unsure where the other two go, though he's far too tired to sleuth around. His examination of the room is interrupted by Kunkida clearing his throat. Saihara tiredly looks up at him.

"Saihara-kun. I apologize for deceiving you earlier with that test. I hope that you understand it was a necessary precaution though."

Saihara is quick to nod in understanding, "Don't worry about it Kunikida-san, it really wasn't that bad. I wanted to ask though, the test was to confirm we were worthy of joining the Armed Detective Agency right?" Kunikida nods in confirmation and Saihara continues, "But... why?"

Kunikida scoffs, "Why don't you ask the idiot who suggested it?"

Like he had been summoned Dazai appears, "Why it's simple! Two young gifted souls doomed to wandering with nowhere to go... They would make great additions to the team!"

Kunikida tsks with an angry expression, "Yeah maybe if one of them didn't try to BLOW UP THE AGENCY!"

Dazai waves a hand, "Psh don't sweat the details Kunikida-kun. Besides nothing got blown up anyway!" Kunikida, with his hands now free, actually does strangle Dazai.

Saihara clears his throat, "Sorry to interrupt but... did... did you use actual bombs for an entrance exam...?"

Kunikida releases Dazai and pushes up his glasses, "Of course! You have an ability that detects the truth, there was no other way."

Truth.

Saihara stares at them in disbelief. Are they just... insane? He shakes his head to clear his thoughts before shooting another question, "Wait but how did you know we'd follow you?"

Dazai chuckles, "I had a feeling. Besides even if you didn't it really wouldn't have been a problem."

Saihara sighs and runs a hand through his hair in exasperation, "Okay... I guess that makes sense... I just don't really understand why us. You just met us!"

Dazai just shrugs with indifference, "I'm a pretty good judge of character. I could see the potential."

Kunikida has an indignant expression on his face, "Really?! A good judge of character? Like one of the people you brought didn't try to BLOW UP THE AGENCY!"

Dazai sticks his tongue out, "Kunikida-kun when are you gonna get over that already? It's been like..." He glances at a nonexistent watch on his wrist, "Forever already!" Kunikida looks like he's about to explode in frustration while trying to desperately not rise to Dazai's taunts.

Saihara decides to interrupt before something bad happens, "So... What do you even do in the Agency?"

Kunikida turns his attention to Saihara, "Well, I'm not sure how much Dazai has explained but The Armed Detective Agency deals with threats that the regular police would not be able to apprehend. All of us here have abilities, and most of our targets do as well since we can deal with them best. However, since your ability is not suited for combat you will most likely not deal with much fieldwork. Our office work includes helping the police solve cases. From what I have been told, it seems this may be suited to your tastes. However, I cannot guarantee that you won't be asked to do any fieldwork. In addition, the agency will provide you with the living quarters you stayed in last night and a stable wage as well."

Saihara raises a hand before Kunikida can continue, "Wait wait so are you saying I passed the test then?"

Dazai laughs, "Of course you did! Your reckless need to help and the bravery you showed were clear signs that you're perfect for this job!"

Saihara tries his best to not feel embarrassed by the praise though the heat on his cheeks tells him he's failing miserably. "Oh... Well, thank you then... Um but... What about Komaeda-kun...?" Kunikida has pulled out his notebook at some point and is now furiously writing something down in it.

He barely looks up before scoffing "We'll just kick him out tomorrow once he's healed up. That man is a danger to us, you saw what he did."

Dazai nods his head, disappointment clear on his face, "Indeed. He'll be sent off away from the agency. He's far too unstable, you know that." Saihara did indeed know that, as he watched what happened with his own eyes, and yet... this felt wrong. Something inside of him was screaming at him to not leave Komaeda alone. Komaeda may be strange and likely unstable but Saihara couldn't find it in him to abandon him like that. This man went through the same hellish killing game as him and to allow him to just be cast out on his own left Saihara with a bad taste in his mouth.

He looks up at the two men with his brows furrowed, "Then... I think I'm going to have to decline to join." Both men look incredibly surprised.

Kunikida is the first to speak in a shocked tone, "What? Why?" Saihara nervously runs a hand through his hair, "I... can't just leave Komaeda-kun on his own like that. If he's getting kicked out then I'm going with him."

Dazai lets out a hum, "Oh? I thought you two had just met. Why drop this opportunity for someone who's practically a stranger?" Saihara sighs, It's true. Getting back to Harukawa and Yumeno would require a stable base and living situation. This is a great opportunity but...

Saihara looks back at him with determination, "Komaeda-kun is my friend, and abandoning him would just be wrong. There's no way I could do that to him." Not after everything that he's been through. Not after I know what it's like... Saihara thinks to himself.

Dazai looks at him with a blank expression before a warm, genuine, smile appears on his face, "You really are a good person Saihara-kun." Saihara can feel blood rush to his face in embarrassment again as he sputters, "W-well, I mean I-I-" He sighs again giving up on forming a coherent sentence.

Dazai claps his hands together, "Alrighty! I guess we can keep Komaeda-kun around the Agency for safe keeping then!"

"WHAT?!" Kunikida roars, "Are you out of your mind?! We can't keep someone like that around here! He almost blew up the agency! How many times do I have to say it for you to get it through your thick head!"

Dazai simply shrugs, "Everyone has their faults Kunikida-kun." Saihara can practically see the anger rise in Kunikida as he strangles Dazai once more, "Why don't you shut your mouth permanently!"

Dazai simply chokes out a laugh, "If you're so against it Kunikida-kun why don't you just ask the president?" Dazai weakly gestures at a tall older man who has suddenly appeared next to them seemingly from nowhere. His hair is silver and comes down to his shoulders. He wears a plain green yukata and a black and gold jacket over it. His gaze is harsh, putting Saihara on edge immediately. Kunikida instantly releases Dazai and straightens himself up, facing the president.

"President, we cannot allow such a dangerous individual in our ranks. It is my belief that he would likely try to destroy us from the inside out." The president stays silent while taking in the situation, he then turns his glaring gaze toward Saihara who tries his best not to shrink back.

"You're vouching for this man are you not? Why?"

Saihara gulps, "Well... Komaeda-kun doesn't seem like an irredeemable person to me and... I'm sick of judging people without really getting to know them. He deserves to at least be heard out and understood I think." That's right... There's more to a lot of people than I could ever know. I... don't want to just leave things like this.

The president stares him down for a moment before turning away and waving a dismissive hand, "Alright then. They're your responsibility Dazai."

Dazai raises his hand in a salute, "Yes sir! You won't regret this decision!"

The president disappears behind a door while Kunikida stares dumbfounded for a moment before chasing after him, "President I think you need to think about this more!" The door slams shut, leaving Saihara with Dazai.

"Well then Saihara-kun, it looks like you're an official member now! Congratulations!"

Saihara laughs nervously, "Um... thank you!"

Dazai continues, "So is Komaeda-kun... well sort of. If it turns out he's too dangerous we will have to kick him out though so think of this as a second chance for him."

Saihara nods in understanding, "I get it. It would be far too reckless to allow him to stay any longer if he pulls something like that again."

Dazai ruffles his hair, "You sure are a smart one Saihara-kun! Now then, I'm sure after all that excitement you must be feeling exhausted. Why don't you head back to your room and rest? We can start you on the job fresh and early tomorrow!"

Saihara slowly nods, rising from the chair and stretching. "What about Komaeda-kun?" Dazai waves a hand, "No need to worry about him, we'll keep him here overnight to make sure he recovers."

Saihara nods once again, "Okay then. Thank you for everything Dazai-san. I'll be leaving now."

Dazai waves to him as he heads out the door, "Have a nice rest Saihara-kun!" Saihara sure hopes he will as he makes his way back to his room to finally let his weary mind relax.

Chapter Text

Waking up to a bright flash of light and one of his friends crying out in pain wasn't really how Hinata would have preferred to wake up. In fact, it would be close to the bottom of his least favorite ways of waking up, right next to the Monokuma announcement. Nonetheless here it was happening. His eyes fly open and his vision is instantly obstructed by a blinding light right on his face.

"What the fuck?"

The words barely escape his lips before Atsushi lets out another cry. As his eyes adjust he realizes the blinding light is engulfing Atsushi's form as he raises into the air. Hinata is dumbstruck at the scene unfolding before him. He desperately tries to make sense of what the hell is going on when his wild darting eyes meet Ouma's who watches the scene in shock.

"Ouma-kun! What the actual hell is going on?!"

This seems to snap Ouma out of his blank-faced stare as he replies, "Hell if I know! I just woke up to him yelling out and before I knew it this bullshit was happening!" As the two stare helplessly at their friend, Atsushi starts to change shape. His hands grow claws and white fur with black stripes starts to sprout all over his body. His mouth, open in a gasp, reveal his teeth sharpening into points. A tail grows out from his back and ears appear on his head. In an instant, it's no longer Atsushi they're looking at but a huge white tiger, with a murderous gleam in its eyes. The two can do nothing but stare dumbfounded at… Atsushi? Well… it has to be right? There’s no other explanation. The white tiger stalks around the room, its hungry eyes on them.

Hinata turns toward Ouma in panic, “What do we do?!”

Ouma's eyes are fixated on the tiger before Hinata's voice snaps them back toward him, “I-I don’t-!” He quickly composes his voice, “We need to get out of here!” It was strange to hear the other boy so panicked, he always seemed to have his emotions under control. Hinata couldn’t ponder that for long before the tiger launches at him. Thank god for his Ultimate abilities otherwise he would’ve never been able to dodge in time. Unfortunately, the claws still snag his shoulder, tearing through and causing him to shout in pain. The tiger lands on the bed, shredding it with its claws. His dodge brought him closer to Ouma and the two are standing next to each other. They share a glance before bolting for the door. They rush out into the hallway slamming it shut. There’s a loud thud on the other side before the beast starts to tear through the door. Not wasting any time they race down the hallway before the door gets blown off its hinges behind them. The tiger gives chase once more, its thudding footsteps growing louder the closer it gets. They burst through the door into the reception room, slamming the door behind them. There’s another thud as the tiger almost catches them once again.

Their sudden entrance must’ve startled Dean as he shouts out with wide eyes, “What in the devil is going on here?!” Loud thuds and growls can be heard from the other side as the tiger tries to break in.

“Quick!” Ouma yells, ignoring Dean, “Barricade the door!” Hinata and Ouma quickly move furniture in front of the door.

“Hey! What the hell is happening?!” Dean shouts again.

“Our friend turned into a tiger and is trying to kill us!” Hinata hastily shouts back as he pushes a desk toward the door.

“What?!”

After the desk and most of the other furniture are securely pushed up against the door, Hinata turns and faces the other two while Ouma asks, “Now what?” There’s a loud bang from behind the door startling all three of them.

Hinata rubs a hand in his hair, “Shit! Okay, let me think!”

I can help.

Hinata jumps at the sudden monotone voice. “What? How could you help?!”

I discovered that our talent has become an ability in this world, it's possible Ouma's has as well. I was going to tell you before you had your little freakout.

“Just get to the point!”

Well, in short, our ability allows us to steal others' abilities and use them, temporarily removing their ability. It only works if we are in sync, but that should not be a problem as I would like to test this new power. Though I cannot guarantee our control over the new ability.

"Well then couldn't we just do the same as Atsushi and wreck everything?!"

Maybe.

"Then that doesn't solve the problem!" He lets out an exasperated sigh, "We'll just... use it as a last resort then."

How boring.

He rubs his eyes in annoyance and focuses back on the other two, "Sorry about that. Does anyone have any ideas?"

Dean is looking at him like he's crazy while Ouma just grins, "Quick question! Is there a phone nearby?"

Dean shakes his head, "Not in the building."

Ouma hums, thinking for a moment before exclaiming, "Okay got it! I've come up with the most genius plan ever!" Hinata seriously doubts that but he decides to hear him out anyway. "So Hinata-chan and I will distract the tiger, from the sound of it, it won't be long before it breaks in here. While we do that, Dean will get outside to a payphone or something and call the police, or animal control, who will definitely know how to help. How's that? Pretty good right?"

Hinata's about to argue before stopping himself, “That’s… actually not a terrible idea.”

Dean seems to think the opposite and immediately raises an objection, "No it is a terrible idea! What about you two? You're gonna get yourselves killed! I mean your shoulder's already bleeding... and what the hell happened to your hand?!"

All the adrenaline caused Hinata to forget about his injuries but he isn't going to let that stop him now, "Do you have a better plan? Ouma-kun and I can probably outmaneuver this tiger better than you can. Just... please help us out here?"

Another thud sounds from behind the door as Dean lets out a harsh sigh and turns to the door, "Okay fine! Just be careful!" The second he exits the room the barricade gives out. The tiger bursts into the room, fury glittering in its eyes. Before Hinata and Ouma can do anything the tiger's furious gaze turns to them and it pounces. They both split off in opposite directions though they can only move so far in such a small room. The tiger looks at both of them before its gaze settles on Hinata. Of course. It leaps at him again, sharp claws coming dangerously close to him as he dives behind a table. Unfortunately, he dives too far and slams his already bleeding shoulder into the wall, causing him to shout in pain. The tiger's not far behind as it crashes onto the table, knocking off many items as it does. Hinata’s shoulder is bleeding heavily and he can hardly breathe, the pain making him extremely dizzy. All the movement is making it worse and his vision goes hazy. The tiger glares down at him claws raised and ready to strike. Hinata wills himself to move but his body refuses to listen.

Before the claws come down a voice calls out, “STOP!” Instantly the tiger freezes. It snarls at him but still doesn’t move.

“Hinata-chan! Run!” The voice belonged to Ouma he now realizes but why did the tiger actually listen? No time to think about it now, he thinks as he quickly scrambles away from the tiger and toward Ouma. Still clutching his shoulder, Hinata tries to catch his breath while Ouma shoots him a worried glance. Unfortunately, the tiger doesn't stay frozen for long as it turns toward them again. It seems even angrier than before as it once again launches before either of them can react. Even worse, the two were standing under the front window and when they duck... the tiger crashes through the glass. Broken shards have pierced its skin causing the tiger to bleed. Its furious eyes catch the sight of Dean, running to a nearby phone booth. Instantly it gives chase. "Fuck!" shouts Hinata as he books it out the door with Ouma hot on his heels. Dean is already far enough away that he reaches the phone booth while they are still far behind. Hinata's feet pound against the ground in desperation as he chases the tiger down. What am I going to do if we catch it?!

I think you already know.

Hinata yells out in frustration as he and Ouma slowly catch up. Luckily the tiger seems to be losing a lot of its energy meaning that they have a chance. The tiger reaches the booth and wastes no time leaping toward it.

Hinata quickly reaches out a hand, "KAMUKURA!"

I know.

He grabs the tiger's back paw and the moment he makes contact there's suddenly a flash of bright light. He can feel a third conscious being enter his body as the tiger disappears, leaving Atsushi in its place. He falls to the ground, unconscious.

Ouma rushes to his aid, "He's not hurt, just passed out." Hinata lets out a sigh of relief. His relief doesn't last long though as his head starts painfully pounding, each throb stronger than the last.

He lets out a gasp of pain and clutches his head. "Wh-what the hell?" He can hear the muffled voice of Ouma but all he can focus on is his pain. He feels his consciousness being shoved back as the newcomer, the tiger, viciously fights its way to the front.

"No! Wait!"

Suddenly he's no longer in control, trapped in the back of his own mind. It's a dark and empty plane with nothing in it, almost like he's standing in... well nothing.

"It's no use you know." Hinata whips around and sees Kamukura standing behind him, "That beast won't listen to you. Besides, it's too late. Our body is being transformed as we speak." Though he can't see, he can feel his body changing, growing fangs, claws, and fur. Just like Atsushi did before.

He can hear Ouma cry out, "Hinata?!"

"As you can see, in the mind plane we can not see, though we are able to sense what's going on."

"That's not important right now! That beast is going to kill my friends! Don't you understand?!"

Kamukura sighs, "I see. That's what you're worried about. How predictable Hinata."

"Just shut up and help me get my control back asshole!"

"Help? Why?"

"What do you mean why?!"

"I have nothing to gain from helping. In fact, I am quite curious about what this beast is capable of. It seems our injuries have healed with the transformation. Interesting."

"If that monster is in control then we can't get back to our world! I thought you wanted to?"

"Hm. That world was quite boring. This one has much more to offer."

"Kamukura please!"

"The use of the word please has no effect on one such as me."

Hinata sighs in exasperation rubbing his temples. Suddenly he's struck with an idea, "Okay how about this. If you help me get back in control then I'll use our ability and you can analyze more abilities. Surely that would be less boring than just sticking with one right?"

Kamukura looks slightly interested as he hums, "Quite the tempting offer. One condition. You take any abilities I command you to at any time I ask."

"As if!" snaps Hinata, "You'll probably make me do something fucked up!"

"A shame. Then I hope you're okay with your friends dying."

On cue, he hears a cry of pain from Ouma, "God dammit!" Then a shout from Dean as he yells into the phone, though he's too far away to make out the words.

He lets out a groan, "Fine! What do I have to do?!"

"This beast seems to get weaker as the full moon goes down or gets covered. In one of those moments of weakness, if we both will it to happen, you should be able to force yourself back into the front."

"When will that be though?!"

Kamukura shrugs, "Hard to say."

"Isn't there anything else we can do?" He ponders for a moment before snapping his fingers, "How long does our ability last? If it stops the tiger will return to Atsushi right?"

"It would take too long. I calculate that our ability lasts about an hour."

"There's no way they'd last that long..." Hinata lets out a defeated sigh and sinks to his knees. "Yes indeed. Quite the problem." Kamukura agrees.

Hinata sits there, helplessly, before he's suddenly filled with rage, "It's all your fault, you bastard!"

"Pardon?"

"If you didn't tell me about this stupid ability then maybe-"

"Maybe what Hinata? Dean would be dead? Then you and Ouma as well? I see you're still blaming me for your own decisions. Your own mistakes. Quite pathetic." Hinata jumps to his feet and walks over to Kamukura until they're face to face.

He angrily points a finger in his chest, "At least I could have tried something else! Why don't you just-"

"STOP!" Ouma's voice rings out loud and clear and Hinata can sense his body fully freezing up.

"Now's the time I suppose." Kamukura sighs, "As much as I resent you, I won't go back on my word. Come on now, if you're done yelling, you must will yourself to the front. Quickly now."

"Wh- How?"

"Just think about being in control again, using your body and the emotions you feel as a human."

Hinata pictures running and moving his body. He thinks about swimming in the pool or at the beach, he thinks about eating delicious meals and holding hands with his parents and friends when he was a kid. He then pictures all the emotions he felt, happiness, sadness, anger, fear, despair, and... Hope. In an instant, he's back in control. He can feel the tiger's anger as it's once again forced into the back of his mind. Slowly he opens his eyes to a night sky and Ouma leaning over him. This feels familiar. He sits up and rubs his eyes.

"Hinata-chan! Are you okay?"

Hinata turns to face Ouma, "Yeah... I'm-" He quickly cuts himself off as he notices Ouma's arms are both bleeding badly. Large claw marks have ripped through his clothes and his arms.

"Did... did I do that?"

Ouma looks down at his arms, "Oh... Nah not really I just tripped."

Hinata scoffs, "That's a lie if I've ever heard one. Listen... I... I'm really sorry Ouma-kun..."

Ouma slaps him on the shoulder, "Psh. Right yeah, cause you totally told the tiger to attack me. It's fine Hinata-chan."

Hinata lets out a shaky sigh, "If you say so..."

He looks around, "Wait where's Atsushi-kun?!"

"Relax, he's sleeping in the phone booth. So lazy that kid, am I right?" As if on cue Atsushi bursts out of the phone booth wildly looking around with Dean stepping out behind him. His gaze lands on Hinata and Ouma and quickly rushes over to them.

"Guys! Wh-what happened to you two? And me! Why are my clothes shredded?" Hinata looks down and sure enough, his clothes are also destroyed.

Ouma immediately responds, "Why you'd never believe it! A pack of rabid black and white bears passed through and-"

"No stop it. Shut up Ouma-kun." Hinata is quick to cut him off and he shoots a cold glare at Atsushi, "Atsushi-kun why didn't you tell us you had an ability?"

Atsushi stares at him, confusion clear on his face, "What do you mean? I don't have anything like that. Hinata-kun are you okay?" His genuine confusion catches Hinata off guard. He's used to people just lying to his face to save themselves but... Does he really not know?

Ouma laughs, "Boy this sure is awkward then. Sorry to burst your bubble but you totally do." And with that Ouma launches into a dramatic retelling of the events with Hinata piping in to correct his lies every now and then.

When they finish, Atsushi looks dumbfounded. He sits there silently for a moment before finally speaking, "So... we all have abilities then? And we just didn't know it?"

Hinata shrugs, "Well... technically yeah."

It's silent for a moment before Atsushi starts to panic, "So I'm the tiger? I've been the one destroying things all along? What the hell! How could I have not known?!"

Hinata clamps a hand on his shoulder, "It's alright Atsushi-kun, there was no harm done. We're all okay."

It doesn't seem to help much as Atsushi continues to panic, "But I could've killed you guys! I already hurt you both, how can I live with myself like this?"

This time it's Ouma who speaks up, his voice quiet and serious, "Listen Atsushi-chan, me and Hinata-chan have been hurt far worse by our supposed friends. This doesn't even scratch the surface." The words really strike Hinata's heart, all the betrayal, and suffering caused by people he was close with. Ouma must have gone through something just as terrible from the way he's talking.

Atsushi sighs, "That still doesn't make it okay. I'm really sorry guys, I promise I had no idea. I don't know how I'll even control this monster either..." The last part comes out in a terrified whisper.

Hinata gives him a tired smile, "It's alright Atsushi-kun, we believe you... and... Ouma-kun and I will help you control the beast in any way we can." Atsushi gives him one of the most grateful looks he'd ever seen and it seems to say more than words ever could.

They sit in silence for a moment before Dean decides to cut in, "Sorry to interrupt this tender moment but you three better have a way to pay for my motel! It's destroyed!"

"Neeheehee! That's a good one! Thinking we can actually afford that. You must be losing it old man!" Ouma reaches out hands for Hinata and Atsushi, pulling them off the ground, "Now then, we'll be going now!"

"Not so fast brats!" Dean snaps, "Not until you pay your debt!"

Ouma turns toward Dean his expression intense though still smiling, "Listen here Dean," his voice has dropped dangerously low, "I heard you talking on the phone. You didn't call the police, did you?" Dean looks at him shocked, "Tsk tsk. I bet you thought I wasn't listening huh? Well, I didn't sacrifice my arms for nothing, I took the chance to listen in." Ouma leans closer the smile on his face growing wider, "We'll be leaving before your little mafia buddies arrive. I suggest you don't even bother trying to stop us." He turns away and his voice instantly returns to normal, "Okay! Let's go Hinata-chan, Atsushi-chan." He strolls down the street. After sharing a quick glance Atsushi and Hinata quickly follow after him.

"Ouma-kun... what was that all about?" Atsushi asks quietly, seemingly still put off by Ouma's behavior.

"Hmm. I'm not sure but it didn't sound good. It was definitely something to do with some kind of mafia. Regardless it didn't sound like it'd be good for us." Atsushi falls silent after that, leaving the rest of their walk quiet. With no destination in mind, the three of them walk soundlessly into the night.

Chapter Text

Saihara was quick to get ready and make his way to the Armed Detective Agency. I forgot to ask what time to get there! Oh, I hope I'm not late... 8 am is early enough right? Despite his attempt to reassure himself, Saihara feels no better as he sprints toward the building. He quickly pushes the door open causing everyone in the room to look at him.

Suddenly, feeling very self-conscious, Saihara nervously waves a hand, "Oh uh... Hello! Sorry, I hope I'm not late."

His hope is crushed as Kunikida stomps over, "Saihara-kun! You are indeed late by..." He glances at his wristwatch, "Three minutes exactly! That is unacceptable!" Saihara stares at him as if waiting for him to say he's kidding but it soon becomes apparent that he's serious.

Saihara quickly lowers his head in a bow, "Oh! S-sorry I promise it won't happen again! I just... wasn't sure what time to come in..." He raises his head with a sheepish smile.

Kunikida sighs, "Dazai!" he turns his head and eyes the brown-haired man, "You were supposed to tell him when to get here!"

Dazai ponders this for a moment, "Oh I suppose I was."

Kunikida instantly stomps over to him and points an accusing finger at his chest, "You stupid waste of bandages! How did you forget something so important!"

"Calm down Kunikida-kun! He's here now right?" Dazai grins.

"That's not the point! Also... how come you're soaking wet?!" Kunikida exclaims.

Dazai merely shrugs with a smile, "Tried drowning myself earlier. As you can unfortunately see, it didn't really work out." He... tried to drown himself? What? Kunikida looks like he's about to pop a blood vessel as he starts yelling at Dazai even more. Saihara watches the two squabble, it sort of reminded him of some of his friends from the game...

"Hey!"

His thoughts are thankfully interrupted by a man who's sitting at a desk with his legs kicked up and his eyes closed.

"Uh yeah?"

The man has black hair and a light brown cap. He wears a cloak and pants of the same color with a gray and white undershirt and a blue-striped tie. The man cracks open an eye revealing his emerald green iris and stares Saihara down. "So you're the new detective yeah?" His voice is carefree though the questioning undertone makes Saihara feel as if he's being interrogated.

"Y-yeah. I'm Shuichi Saihara, I've been a detective for two years now..." At least I think it's been that long...

The man continues to eye him before exclaiming with a grin, "Perfect! Then I challenge you to a battle of wits!" Saihara stares, mouth gaped in shock. Out of all the things he thought this man would say, that was the last. The man continues, "You see I've been a detective since I was about fifteen as well, obviously I have more experience than you but I'm curious... what makes you so impressive hm? It's rare to meet such a young prodigy after all!" Saihara is at a loss for words. He just stares as he struggles to come up with a reply.

Thankfully Dazai seems to have escaped Kunikida long enough to come to his rescue, "Ranpo-san no need to be so intense. You're hardly ever this curious about new recruits. Are you wondering if he might be as good as you?"

To this, the man, Ranpo, lets out a laugh, "As if! We all know I'm the world's greatest detective! I just want to know what makes this kid so special. He is considered the Ultimate Detective after all."

Saihara gapes, "W-what? How do you know about that...?"

Ranpo's eyes gleam as he grins, "The world's best detective remember? Nothing gets past me."

Truth.

Saihara nods his head in a daze, "Right..." is the word that comes out but internally he's panicked. How did he know that? What else could he possibly know? Is it his ability? What if he knows I'm not from here? What will the Agency do? What about Komaeda-kun? Wait... He meets Ranpo's expectant gaze, "Did Komaeda-kun tell you?"

"Ding ding! You got it. I asked that weird white-haired guy about you and in his concussive state he was all too willing to share!"

Truth.

Saihara swallows, That's not good, what else could he have shared? It wouldn't be good if they knew about what happened. There's no way they'd believe it, we might be deemed crazy. Well not that they don't already think Komaeda-kun is. I need them to trust us, so they'll want to help us eventually.

"Jeeeeez, I can practically hear your thoughts from here. You're worried I know something else right? Psh, you should be able to tell just by how I've been acting." Ranpo waves a hand and swivels his chair away from them, "I guess you're not that good then. What a waste!" Somehow, Saihara feels even worse than before. He's... right. I never deserved this title in the first place. I couldn't even figure out who the mastermind was before eleven of us were already killed... Useless.

He lowers his head in shame and meekly replies, "Sorry..."

Dazai places a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry about it Saihara-kun. How about I introduce to you everyone else?" Saihara nods his head straightening his posture. It's... alright. It's fine. I need to make a good impression on them if I want them to help me. You can do this Saihara. It's just like before... "Well, you've already met me, Kunikida-kun, Ranpo-san, and the President. That leaves, Yosano-san, Kenji-kun, and Tanizaki-kun. We'll leave Yosano-san for last. Follow me!" They make their way over to another desk, it has a few potted plants on it. A young blond-haired freckled boy is seated at the desk, tending to the plants. He wears blue overalls, tan sandals, and has a straw hat hanging from his neck.

Upon their arrival, he looks up with shining gold eyes and smiles at them, "Good morning Dazai-san! Good morning person I don't know!" His voice carries honesty and kindness.

Dazai smiles back, "Morning Kenji-kun! This is Saihara-kun, our newest member."

Saihara gives a slight bow, "It's great to meet you Kenji-kun. I look forward to working with you."

Kenji nods, "Mhm! I hope we get along Saihara-kun!" With that Dazai and Saihara make their way to the next member.

"Dazai-san?" Saihara asks quietly, "Is Kenji-kun old enough to be working here?"

Dazai laughs, "Of course! Kenji-kun is very capable."

Truth.

"Now then, let's greet Tanizaki-kun." There's an orange-haired boy, about his age sitting at a desk with a black-haired girl clinging to his arm. His... girlfriend I guess? The boy wears a long-sleeved shirt with a red jacket tied to his waist and blue jeans. The girl wears a simple school uniform, perhaps from a high school nearby.

"Oh good morning Dazai-san!" His gaze turns to Saihara, "And you must be Saihara-kun right? Welcome to the Agency, I heard you did great on your exam!"

Saihara feels embarrassment flood through him, "O-oh it's uh not that big a deal. I was just doing what I thought was right..."

This time the girl who's still latched on his arm speaks up, "That's really impressive Saihara-kun! Don't you think so brother?" She leans in close to his face during that last part. Brother??? But with the way they act...

He catches sight of Tanizaki's embarrassed expression as he mumbles, "Naomi..." to her, I actually don't want to know... This is just... yeah...

"Well, it's great to meet the both of you. I look forward to working with you." He quickly turns tail and quickly walks away from the scene.

Dazai chuckles next to him, "Strange pair aren't they?"

"That's putting it lightly..." He mutters. "Well, who's next then?"

"Ah yes, last but not least is Yosano-san. She's our doctor, I thought you should meet her last since you'll be able to check on Komaeda-kun as well."

Saihara perks up, "Is he awake? Is he okay?"

Dazai nods, "He'll be alright, Yosano-san is the best in the business after all. This way to the infirmary!" As they approach the door, Saihara can hear Komaeda laughing, but not a normal laugh. It... sounds like when he was going to detonate the bombs...

He's overtaken by a sense of urgency as he swings the door open, "Komaeda-kun?" Komaeda is sitting in a hospital bed while a woman with short black hair stands nearby looking slightly concerned. She wears a simple white shirt with a black tie and a black skirt. She also wears a green butterfly clip in her hair.

"Dazai. New kid. What is it?"

Before Dazai can answer Saihara turns to her and bows, "My name is Shuichi Saihara, it's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you so much for taking care of Komaeda-kun!"

Yosano seems a little taken aback before smiling, "Well it is my job. However... Komaeda seems to be having a strange reaction to my treatment."

Saihara turns back to him, "What's wrong Komaeda-kun? Are you still feeling sick?"

Komaeda lets out a wheezy laugh, "No need to worry about someone like me Saihara-kun. Excuse me, Yosano-san, do you mind explaining? I still need some time to collect my thoughts."

Yosano nods, "Alright. My ability, Thou Shalt Not Die, allows me to heal anyone's ailments but only if they're already on death's door. However, Komaeda-kun's blood loss shouldn't have been enough for him to almost die and yet I was able to cure him without having to injure him further. I asked him about it and he just started laughing..." Through her explanation, Saihara hasn't taken his eyes off Komaeda, who is just staring blankly with a smile on his face.

"Komaeda-kun...?"

Komaeda turns his gaze toward Saihara who can now see that same crazed look in them. "Do you realize what this means? I'm not dying anymore."

"You were dying before?! Komaeda-kun what do you mean?!"

"I have... I had, Frontotemporal dementia and advanced Lymphoma... I had them for a long time now. They were supposed to kill me years ago but I'm still alive. I guess I was going to die soon before Yosano-san cured me..."

Truth.

Saihara takes a moment to process, he was going to die? Then it got cured... What even is Frontotemporal dementia? I need to look into it. I can't even imagine how he must be feeling right now... "This is just awful." Well, that was definitely not what I was expecting. "I... I'm cured. I am right? You're able to cure that right?" Yosano simply nods. "Then... That must be really good luck. Surviving through something this impossible... It has to be the best of luck! Which can only mean... something disastrous is going to happen soon. I might actually die this time!" He starts laughing, "Maybe everyone will die! What kind of hell awaits me this time? And just who will suffer for it?" His laughter dies down though his expression remains the same. "Ah but... something this bad happening... could lead to what I've been looking for... true hope can only come from a despair this big... maybe this is finally it." Dazai, Yosano, and Saihara had been watching silently this whole time, each with varying expressions. Yosano looks mostly unaffected if not a little put off. Dazai stares with a curious gaze while Saihara can feel nothing but concern... and fear. Those... those words. Like from the end of the last trial. Hope and Despair. What... what does it mean?

Before he can ask, the door bursts open, "DAZAI!" Kunikida yells, "There you are! We have a mission so listen up." Kunikida wastes no time and pulls out a file and starts reading, "Last night at about 3 am, a local motel was partly destroyed by a large white tiger. The beast escaped out onto the streets before briefly disappearing. Then only one minute later another tiger, this time dark brown appeared and caused a ruckus. It destroyed nearby traffic lights, signs, benches, and some people's front lawns. There were luckily no casualties. Minutes later both tigers disappeared and no one knows what happened after. Now there are two anomalies in this case so pay close attention." Only two? The whole thing seems insane... "One, the same person was seen at both crime scenes. A young-looking boy with purple hair and a checkered scarf. Other details are unknown by our witnesses. And two, about five minutes after the brown tiger vanished, the Port Mafia showed up. Their goal is unknown but it can't be anything good."

Dazai takes the case from Kunikida and skims through it, "Dean's Practical Rooms... Shame, I really liked that place."

"You've been?" Kunikida questions.

"I went there to try and kill myself before of course."

Kunikida glowers, "Can't you try and take this seriously you suicidal maniac!" While they bicker, Saihara's thoughts are stalled on one detail. A young-looking purple-haired boy wearing a checkered scarf... Is it...? No no, think logically. He's dead. You saw his body... sort of. There are probably lots of people with purple hair. The scarf isn't exclusive to one person or anything either... There's no way he's alive. And yet... I need to be sure.

"Dazai-san? Is there a picture of the person at both scenes? Or any more details on what he looked like?"

Dazai looks at him curiously, "No pictures were taken. We had very few witnesses and many couldn't recall any details."

Truth.

"What is it Saihara-kun? The detective's intuition kicking in?"

Saihara hums distractedly, "I guess you could say that... What do you have to do for this mission?"

Kunikida answers him, "We must find the suspect and question him. Our main goal is to apprehend the tigers before they cause any real damage. Our secondary goal... find out what the Port Mafia wants with them."

Saihara nods, determination flowing through him, "Then let me come with you." He looks at their surprised expressions and quickly flusters, "I-I mean if that's alright. I know I'm new and not experienced..."

Dazai grins, "You can come along Saihara-kun. It seems important to you."

"What? I never approved of that! He's far too inexperienced Dazai! He probably doesn't even know how to fight!" Kunikida shouts.

"Come on Kunikida-kun, his ability will be helpful for a mission like this y'know!"

Kunikida grumbles in response, "Fine! But you have to make sure he doesn't get hurt alright?"

Dazai mockingly salutes, "Yessir!" Saihara turns to Komaeda, "Komaeda-kun-" Only to find him asleep.

"He fell asleep around when Kunikida came in. It seems like the pain meds I gave him finally kicked in. He'll be asleep for a while." Yosano supplies, "It sounds like you have your first mission. Hope you're ready kid."

Saihara turns to Dazai and Kunikida, a feeling of hope igniting in his chest, "I'm ready."

Kunikida nods approvingly, "Good. Then let's go. Our first stop: Dean's Practical Rooms."

Chapter Text

"So..." Atsushi awkwardly trails off.

The three of them had been walking for a couple of hours now. They had wandered throughout the city, carefully avoiding anyone who crossed their path. It had been dead silent except for the occasional ask to stop. No one was really sure what to say to the other, so much had happened, there was so much to talk about, and yet none of them said a word. Whether it was from exhaustion or not, they were still unsure. Perhaps they simply couldn't find the right words. Hinata sighs and rubs his eyes. Atsushi has a defeated look on his face as he fails another attempt at conversation. Ouma's expression has stayed carefully blank the whole time as he clutches his bloodied arms. Hinata feels a stab of guilt as he gazes at the deep slashes on the boy's clothes, hiding the horror that was underneath. Hinata looks up at the sun rising over the horizon and sighs once again.

"I think..." he says, his voice sounding raspy. He pauses for a moment, trying to figure out if it's even worth trying. "I think we should all probably take a rest." He decides on saying.

Ouma wordlessly guides them over to a nearby bench. The three of them sit down in silence. The only sound to be heard was birds singing and the nearby sounds of the city. Atsushi nervously fidgets in place while Ouma simply stares off into the distance. Hinata realizes it's up to him to break them out of this haze.

"Listen..." He runs a hand through his hair, "I think we should probably talk about what happened. And... decide what to do next." His statement is met with silence but he presses on, "So I have an ability apparently. It allows me to take other people's abilities... under certain conditions. My control over them is a different story... as you saw..."

The silence lasts a long time before he hears a response. "I have one too I guess." His voice sounds just as dry and tired as Hinata's, "I can control people to do what I say. I think it only works if it's something they were already considering doing."

It's quiet for a moment before Atsushi clears his throat, "I do too I guess... I... I turn into a monster that I can't control." His voice wavers, "I... just become a violent beast..."

The silence returns once again after each of them spoke. The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. Hinata looks over at his two companions and breaks the silence once more, "And now... there's some kind of mafia after us right?"

Ouma nods finally meeting his gaze, "Yeah. It probably has something to do with our abilities..."

Hinata lets out a dry laugh, "Great. This is just great."

"I'm..." Atsushi speaks up, his voice thick with emotion, "I'm so sorry. This would've never happened if you guys didn't agree to travel with me." He buries his face in his hands. "You guys were hurt... the mafia is after us for some reason... and it's all because of me." He lets out a sob, "The beast that ruined my life... the one that nearly got me killed... It was me all along! It was always me..."

Hinata opens his mouth to try and console the silver-haired boy but he's interrupted by Ouma. "Quit it already Atsushi-chan! And you too Hinata-chan! All this moping is getting us nowhere. None of us knew this was going to happen. It's no one's fault. Except for that asshole Dean who called the mafia on us." His voice came out shaky with forced emotion but nonetheless, Hinata couldn't help but feel a little bit better.

"You're right... Blaming ourselves won't help anything." He looks over at Atsushi, "You didn't know," he says gently, "You didn't mean to hurt us, you weren't in control. It's okay."

Atsushi shakily meets his gaze, his eyes wet with tears, "I'm still really sorry... If you'd rather not keep traveling with me I understand..."

Hinata huffs, "Oh please. It'll take a lot more than that for me to stop being friends with you. You're a good person Atsushi-kun, that's all that really matters to me."

Atsushi's face goes slightly red as he wipes his tears away, "Thank you Hinata-kun..." he says with a soft smile.

"Now that's something I can agree with." Ouma smiles, "As if I'd abandon my subordinate for something like this. I've dealt with far worse and more selfish people than you could ever wish to be so you better step up your game if you're gonna feel this guilty Atsushi-chan."

Atsushi's smile grows as he wipes the last of his tears away, "Thank you guys... thank you both so much."

Hinata feels a warmth grow in his chest as a smile of his own forms on his face. This time, the silence is welcome. The three of them lounge on the bench for a while before Ouma leaps up and stretches.

He turns to face them, "Alright team. As your amazing supreme leader, I declare that rest time is over, and that planning time has begun!"

Hinata and Atsushi share a glance. "And what might our great and powerful leader want us to do?" Hinata asks with a grin, sarcasm lacing his tone.

Atsushi laughs lightly beside him and bows to Ouma, "Yes great leader, please enlighten us." This causes Hinata to start laughing as well while Ouma shoots them a half-hearted glare, "The sheer disrespect! I can't believe you two mock me after everything that's happened!"

"Okay okay," Hinata gathers himself, "Did you have something in mind Ouma-kun?"

Ouma shoots him a grin, "But of course! First things first, we need to change. Especially you guys, your clothes are shredded." He gestures to the two of them, "It makes us stand out way too much."

Hinata nods his head, "Yeah that's true. But you're forgetting one thing."

Ouma tilts his head, "And what's that dear Hinata-chan?"

"We have to disinfect and bandage your arms first." Hinata shares a glance with Atsushi who nods in agreement.

Ouma groans, "I told you guys it's fineee. I'll do it later, avoiding the mafia is more important right now."

"No, I'd say you not dying of blood loss or an infection is more important." Hinata refutes, "Besides who would guide us if our beloved leader were to fall ill?"

Ouma looks unconvinced so Hinata nudges Atsushi. This jolts the poor boy but it does prompt him to speak up, "Oh! U-um. He's right Ouma-kun, we need to make sure you'll be okay first. It won't take that long either, so please just let us help you."

Ouma looks annoyed and grumbles, "You guys are pretty stubborn huh?" He lets out a sigh, "Fiiiine. What kind of leader would I be if I didn't listen to my subordinate's wishes?"

Atsushi looks relieved, "Okay good then. What else can we do?"

Hinata hums, "Maybe we should move out of this city? I doubt that the mafia's reach is any further."

"You know how many people I'd have to pickpocket to get us enough money for three tickets outta here?" Ouma whines.

Hinata scoffs, "I thought you of all people would enjoy that."

Atsushi is quick to cut in before an exaggerated argument can take place, "Well what if we just found protection somewhere?"

Ouma looks at him curiously, "You got something in mind Atsushi-chan?"

Atsushi shrugs, "Well not exactly, but..."

"Bzzt! And that idea is out!" Ouma exclaims while crossing his arms in an x.

"Sorry but I have to agree. I don't think we can go to the police after everything we've done already..." Hinata sighs.

Atsushi nods, "Right... I suppose that's true. Hmm..." They all stand there thinking for a moment before Ouma claps his hands together.

"Okay, how about we do that other stuff first and then decide our next course of action?" He gestures for them to follow as he starts walking away.

Hinata and Atsushi stand up and follow him. The three of them make their way to a local pharmacy and purchase the necessary first-aid materials.

"Alright Ouma-kun, let's head to the bathroom and I'll patch you up," Hinata says, reaching out for the bag.

Ouma holds it away from him, "No way as if I'd trust an amateur like you to do a good job. I'll do it myself thank you very much!" Before either Hinata or Atsushi can say anything Ouma quickly slips away into the bathroom and locks it. Hinata leans on the wall by the door while Atsushi does the same.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Atsushi speaks, "Hey Hinata-kun... What conditions do you have to meet for your ability to work? You mentioned it before and I was curious..." Hinata tenses up as his mind flashes to a certain long-haired red-eyed monster that lives within his mind.

He quickly shakes his head, "Well... it's sort of complicated. I'll explain it some other time."

Atsushi shoots him a concerned look but nods his head, "Alright then..." The silence once again returns, with a certain tenseness to it this time.

Thankfully it's soon interrupted by Ouma slamming the bathroom door open, "Okay~! I'm all done now so let's go!" He practically bolts out the door leaving Hinata and Atsushi behind. They share an exasperated glance before racing after him.

They end up at a local thrift store in front of the river for 'those cheap thrills' as Ouma had put it. Finding clothes wasn't difficult, it was finding clothes that he wouldn't mind wearing that was the problem. After angrily tossing the fifth 'M.I.L.F: Man I Love Fishing' shirt he found in a row, Hinata was about ready to give up.

"What with all this tacky garbage?" he mutters quietly as he pulls out a hat with a print of Shrek smoking a joint on it. A hand reaches from behind him and swipes the hat from his grip.

"Ooooo! Just what I was looking for!" Hinata turns over to see Ouma wearing one of the shirts he had tossed away along with shorts that have an obnoxious Hawaiian pattern on them. At a second glance, he's pretty sure those are swim trunks. Strangely enough, the checkered scarf remains around his neck.

Ouma notices his staring and quickly places the hat on his head then strikes a pose, "Looking good amirite?"

Hinata tiredly rubs his eyes, "Ouma-kun... we're trying to blend in, not draw attention to ourselves." Trying to manage his annoyance Hinata sighs, "Just... go find something more... normal please?"

Ouma sticks his tongue out, "Pshhh you're no fun Hinata-chan! But fineeee I'll go find something even better!" Hinata doubts his next outfit will be any better but he lets him go. After all, he still needs his own clothes.

"Ah there you are Hinata-kun!" Hinata turns and sees Atsushi standing there. He already seems to be done and checked out. His new outfit consists of a simple white button-down and black jeans.

"Hey there Atsushi-kun. Glad to see at least one of us has made some progress. That new outfit suits you pretty well."

Atsushi smiles bashfully, "You think so? I've never been clothes shopping before so I wasn't sure..." he trails off for a moment before exclaiming, "Oh but that reminds me! I found something I thought you might like!" He disappears down an aisle for a moment before reappearing with a black shirt and red tie that looks somewhat similar to what he had before. "See? It looks just like the one you shredded! Well besides the color..."

Hinata lets out a sigh of relief, "Thank god, you've saved me over here Atsushi-kun. Any pair of jeans will do at this point so let me just get checked out and changed."

Atsushi smiles, "Glad I could help! I'll go look for Ouma-kun while you change. Hopefully he has something less conspicuous..." he mutters that last part. After buying his clothes and changing Hinata finds Ouma exiting the dressing room at the same time. He's wearing a white shirt, purple jacket, black pants, and of course, the checkered scarf.

"Oh hey, Hinata-chan! Looking fancy over there!"

"I could say the same to you," he replies, "Just how much did you end up spending?"

Ouma waves a hand, "Oh it's no big deal, there are plenty of people just waiting to be stolen from!"

"Oi! Don't be saying something like that so loud! We could get in huge trouble here!" Hinata snaps. As they exit the room Hinata looks around.

"Hey... Where's Atsushi-kun?"

Ouma shrugs and calls out to him, "Atsushi-chan where are you? We're all done!"

Nothing but dead silence fills the air and a spike of anxiety shoots through his body. "Ouma-kun..."

Ouma looks at him, a blank expression donning his features, "Let's go."

The two of them bolt out the door calling his name as they desperately rush down the street.

"Atsushi-kun!"

"Atsushi-chan!"

Suddenly Hinata feels an impact as he runs head-first into someone and lands on his back.

"Ow..."

He sits up and is met with the sight of harsh cold gray eyes staring down at him.

"Oh... So I finally found you... One of the twin tigers."

Hinata and Ouma stare in shock as black tendrils start to appear from behind the man. They all poise ready to strike...

"I was told to keep you alive. So I suppose you should consider yourselves lucky."

A tendril shoots out toward him and Hinata just barely dodges, jumping to his feet. Ouma is quick to react ducking to avoid the tendril and jumping back.

The man coughs lightly, "I see. So you're going to make this difficult." He raises a hand, "Then let's make this quick."

A flurry of tendrils launch toward Hinata and Ouma.

Now Hinata.

"I know!"

He reaches out and grasps one and instantly they all vanish.

"What?" The man growls, "It's just like..."

Hinata feels a strange sensation behind him as his shirt starts to become pointed. It grows into the tendrils but this time, it bears a face with sharp teeth.

What a fascinating ability. Look out Hinata. It doesn't seem to like you.

The beast growing behind him rushes forward and snaps at his face.

"Woah! Hey! What the hell!" He restrains the best just inches away from his face. "Listen here... Rashomon... You're stuck with me for now so listen!" The beast seems to refuse as it keeps snapping at him.

The man scoffs, "Such pathetic control of your own ability. How the hell have you survived this long?" He snaps his fingers, "Rashomon. Apprehend them."

Instantly the beast obeys and wraps itself around Hinata then launches tendrils toward Ouma, effectively capturing them both.

"Dammit! Why isn't it listening to me?!"

Maybe it's because you're weak. The original ability user has much stronger control over it.

"Shut the hell up! I wasn't asking you!"

The man eyes him before raising his fist, "I'd rather not have you cause any further commotion."

His fist connects right into the side of Hinata's skull with a splitting pain before everything goes black.

Chapter Text

"So you see Saihara-kun, that's why the mafia is such a threat. They have exceptionally far reach and quite the powerful crew if I do say so myself."

Saihara and Dazai are standing outside of a store while Kunikida searches the inside. They had been wandering aimlessly around the upper parts of the city for quite some time now, looking for any sign of the twin tigers. After searching the remains of 'Dean's Practical Room's' and coming up with nothing, not even the owner was still around to question, they had decided to search elsewhere.

"I see." Saihara answers, "You seem to know a lot about this Dazai-san. Why is that?" He realizes too late the suspicion seeped into his tone and before he can say anything Dazai quickly catches on.

"Oh? What is this now Saihara-kun? An interrogation from the so-called Ultimate Detective? Why I'm honored!"

Saihara quickly flusters, "S-sorry! I didn't mean for it to come out like that..."

Dazai simply laughs good-naturedly, "Don't worry about it. But while we're on the subject of interrogations I have a few questions of my own."

Saihara swallows nervously and eyes the strange glint in Dazai's eyes, "Okay... What do you want to know?" Please don't ask about where we're from, please...

"Well, just to be blunt, do you have any idea why Komaeda-kun has a woman's hand?"

Saihara's eyebrows raise in surprise, "Oh! Well... No. He didn't tell me when I asked and... he's very good at dodging questions. Frankly, I wondered the same thing when I met him."

Dazai hums, "I see. All of us saw it but as you said he's very adept at avoiding questions he doesn't want to answer. Well, one more question for you then. Do you know how to control your ability?"

In Saihara's opinion, it was less of a question and more of a statement. A factual one at that as he indeed did not know how to control it. Though answering that question... Saihara drops his gaze and brings a hand up to his chin as his thoughts race.

Would honesty be too suspicious? When do people get their abilities? When should they know how to use them? What if I already should know?

"No need to think so hard about it Saihara-kun, I already know the answer after all," Dazai says.

Saihara's eyes snap up, "You do? How? And why would you ask if you knew?"

Dazai grins, "Just gauging reactions. It's nothing to be embarrassed about Saihara-kun, lot's of people never figured their own abilities out. I knew that you didn't the moment you mentioned how your ability doesn't work sometimes."

Saihara mentally curses himself for being too open.

"Well... Fine. I don't know how it works. Just sometimes I get a confirmation for my questions and other times I don't. I have no idea why."

Dazai nods knowingly, "That's what I thought. Perhaps it has some kind of activation to it? Maybe you have to concentrate or maybe it has to be something you desperately want the answer to."

Saihara merely shrugs, "I'm not really sure but maybe we could test it? It would be nice to be able to control it..."

Dazai grins once again but before he can reply Kunikida exits the store.

"Another dead end." He sighs, "Okay new plan here. We need to make progress and fast. This is taking way too long and with the threat of the Port Mafia, we can't afford to just stand here doing nothing. From here on out, we split up. Saihara-kun take this with you."

Kunikida hands him what looks to be a taser, "Since you can't fight I figure you should have some kind of self-defense. Just hold down the button to activate it.”

Saihara was a bit on edge just being handed a taser just like that but he'd rather have it than not, "Thank you Kunikida-kun. Should we all just meet up here after?"

Kunikida nods once, "Yes that would be the best choice I think. Alright then, if everyone is set then let's go. Saihara you stay here and keep searching the lower parts of the city. I will search the upper parts while Dazai searches the banks of the river. Got it?"

Dazai and Saihara quickly agree and the three split off to continue their search.

A few hours later and Saihara is sitting against a wall scrolling through his agency-provided cellphone. He had searched for a long time only to come up with nothing. He was feeling a bit disappointed and a little embarrassed at not finding anything but he figured it was okay to take a short break before continuing. He types 'Frontemporal Dementia' into the search bar and starts reading. After a few minutes of silence, Saihara murmurs to himself, "...Huh. Well, that explains his erratic behavior." Saihara muses quietly to himself, "I can't believe he's been dealing with this on top of the lymphoma... and then the killing game too? Jeez..." The sound of approaching footsteps has him snapping his head up only to see a soaking-wet Dazai and an also-soaking-wet silver-haired boy standing awkwardly next to him. Saihara takes one look at the scene before him and immediately starts to worry, "What the hell happened? Why are you soaking wet? And who's this? And why is he also soaking wet?" he stands up and takes a few steps forward, worriedly hovering over the two of them.

Dazai simply brushes off his concerns with a chuckle, "This here is Atsushi-kun. As for why we're both drenched, I was attempting to drown my existence when he came to my 'rescue' and pulled me out."

That was too much for Saihara to unpack so he instead decides to focus on Atsushi. He was scrawny looking, with his hair chopped in a messy way. His posture was slightly hunched and he kept glancing around nervously.

"Okay... so I get all that but why is he here?"

"Ah well, I wanted to make sure he got back to his companions safely..." Atsushi quietly pipes up, "But um... now that he's here with you I really need to go now..."

"Sure sure," Dazai waves a hand, "But before you go I must warn you there have been tiger sightings not too far from here."

Saihara instantly notices him tense up more as he quickly stutters out a response, "O-oh really? Um... thanks for letting me know. I'll be going now!" He quickly turns to leave but Dazai has blocked his path.

"Would you happen to know anything about that Atsushi-kun?"

Atsushi swallows nervously, "Uh nope! Never heard about it."

It didn't take an ability to be able to tell he was lying. Saihara was immediately put on guard, he cautiously puts a hand on the taser in his pocket as he eyes the boy, "What do you know Atsushi?" The poor kid looks so distressed that Saihara worries he won't be able to speak again.

"Come on Atsushi-kun. Answer." Dazai's voice has dropped to a dangerous tone and something glimmers in his eyes. Something Saihara had seen many times before... In the killing game.

Atsushi finally seems to give in and sputters out an answer, "I'm the tiger okay?! Please don't kill me!"

Truth

Saihara has a strange feeling that there's something missing here and speaks up, "What about the other tiger? And the witness seen with both of them?"

Atsushi seems to somehow tense up even more than before, "I don't know anything about that! I turned into the tiger and passed out. I have no idea what happened after..."

Half-Truth

Well, that's a new one.

"You're still not telling us something Atsushi." he says softly, trying to pry information while not startling Atsushi any more than he already is, "Please we're just trying to keep everyone safe. Especially since the mafia's involved now."

Atsushi freezes and breathes out a sigh, "You're... you're not with the mafia? You're... not lying are you?"

"Dazai-san..." he eyes the brown-haired man, "You didn't tell him we're part of the Armed Detective Agency?" Saihara asks incredulously.

Dazai merely shrugs, "Must've slipped my mind!" He then pulls out a badge and ID. "Look here Atsushi-kun! We're the good guys!"

Atsushi leans in and reads the identification before sagging down in relief, "Oh thank god... I almost had a heart attack here! Why didn’t you mention that sooner?!" He takes a moment to steady his breathing before he quickly jolts up, "Wait! Why exactly are you looking for the tigers...?"

Dazai hums, "Good question. Now that we have one here what should we do? What do you think Saihara-kun?"

Saihara splutters in surprise, "W-what? Me? Is this really the kind of decision I should be making? I mean I just joined you guys and this kind of seems like a big deal so maybe-," he rambles.

"Don't worry so much Saihara-kun!" Dazai grins, "I just want to hear your opinion is all. I'll make the final decision."

Saihara sighs, "Okay... um..." Saihara takes a moment to study the boy standing anxiously in front of him. He sees mostly fear in his posture but his eyes are a mix of guilt, confusion, and more fear. However, Saihara sees a kindness in him that not a lot of people have, it sort of reminded him of Akamatsu... Atsushi shuffles nervously under his gaze and refuses to meet his eyes. "Well... according to the report, there were no casualties. He didn't kill anyone plus looking at how guilty he seems, he either regrets his actions or couldn't control his ability. I'm leaning toward the latter but that's just my intuition. Questioning him would prove useful as well since he obviously knows more than he's letting on. With all that being said, this last point isn't really based on any evidence but to me, he doesn't seem like a bad person and... I think he deserves the benefit of the doubt." Saihara finishes his deduction and waits for Dazai's decision.

"Well, now you really are quite the detective. Though I must say it's interesting how you take into account your own feelings. Not many detectives do that." Dazai stares at Saihara, clearly waiting for an explanation.

Saihara squirms nervously under his piercing gaze, "Well... Someone really important to me taught me how important it is to believe in someone's good nature. And... I've seen the consequences of not doing that."

Dazai smiles, "I see. Well alright then, I suppose we can question him further and decide what to do afterward." Dazai turns away and starts walking down the sidewalk, "Come along you two let's head back to the agency."

Atsushi looks frantically around before stammering out, "Listen, I appreciate you giving me some leniency and also not immediately killing me but I really need to go."

Dazai looks back, a malevolent smirk forming on his face, "You're in quite the rush aren't you Atsushi-kun? Care to explain why?"

Atsushi falters but Dazai carries on speaking, "Now now, no need to answer I already figured it out. It's the other tiger isn't it?"

Atsushi fiddles nervously, "U-um no... it's just my... mom will get worried if I'm gone for too long. I need to go home?"

"Atsushi-kun just be honest. Or I may resort to more drastic measures." The underlying threat in Dazai's voice is obvious and leaves no room for negotiation.

Except Atsushi seems to have other plans as he swallows nervously and then lets out a breath. "Okay..." He clears his throat and hardens his expression, "I'll tell you everything I know but I have a few conditions."

Dazai looks at him expectantly, "You really think you're in the place to make demands? You're a wanted criminal now y'know."

Atsushi's eyes shine with determination, "Well... That may be true but um... It seems to me that you guys need my help in tracking the other tiger down. If you want my cooperation then you have to meet my requests."

Dazai laughs, "Well well. What an interesting turn of events. Tell me your demands and I may be inclined to listen Atsushi-kun."

"First, I want all of us to be protected by the Armed Detective Agency. I want a guarantee that we'll all be safe. Second, um... I want you to help us control our abilities and uh... give us a safe place to stay and food to eat. Um... yeah. Those are my requests! Otherwise, I won't share any information no matter what you do!" Unlike before Atsushi's posture is straightened and confident and he stands with resolve and defiance.

Dazai hums, "Well that wouldn't be too difficult to do... Plus it would save us a lot of time to be able to track the other one down especially since we must reach them before the Port Mafia does... Okay! I accept your requests Atsushi-kun."

"Hold on." Saihara cuts in, "Why did you emphasize all of us and not both of us? Is it... the witness perhaps?"

"Well... I have two traveling companions including the other tiger. The other one is probably the witness you mentioned earlier." Atsushi admits, "And they've helped me a lot so I want to make sure they both are safe."

Dazai sighs, "Three sure is a lot to take care of but I suppose I already agreed. Let's stop wasting time then, lead us to them Atsushi-kun."

Atsushi lets out a breath of relief, "Okay... Good, yeah let's go," he starts to briskly walk down the sidewalk, "They're probably worried sick about me..."

Dazai follows after him with Saihara falling into step with him, "Dazai-san, how'd you know he knew the other tiger?" Saihara had figured it out as well but learning other people's trains of thought tended to be interesting. And maybe I can try and learn a little more about Dazai-san...

Dazai grins, "Well I am part of the Armed Detective Agency, I have to be at least a little bit good at it." He throws his arms behind his head, "Now there's something else you'd like to ask our tiger isn't there?"

Saihara looks at him in surprise, "Yeah how'd you know?"

"You're not the only one with detective's intuition Saihara-kun." Dazai's eyes shimmer with something unreadable.

"Right..." Saihara eyes Dazai once more before turning away and rushing to catch up with Atsushi who startles at his presence.

"Um... Did you need something?" He asks nervously.

"Yeah. I wanted to know about your companions. What are they like?" Saihara questions.

"Oh... Well, I can tell you a little bit just so you're prepared I suppose. First, there's Hinata-kun. He's got spiky brown hair and two different colored eyes. He's a bit intimidating when you first meet him especially since one of his eyes is red but he's a very kind person." Atsushi says with a soft smile on his face.

"You seem to think highly of him. Is he the other tiger?" Saihara asks.

"Oh. Uh yeah, he is..." Atsushi trails off.

There's a slight pause before Saihara continues, "Who's the other person then?"

Atsushi brightens up instantly, "Oh! Yeah, so he's really bizarre but-"

"Saihara-kun! Dazai! There you two are! We have an emergency!" A familiar voice interrupts Atsushi.

Kunikida rushes up to them, "Listen! It appears that there have been sightings of the Port Mafia's Mad Dog in the area. We must move with haste!" He pauses his explanation to study Atsushi, "Who's this kid?"

"This is Atsushi-kun, one of the twin tigers. He was about to lead us to the other one." Dazai answers with a grin.

"Perfect." Kunikida walks over and claps a hand on the boy's shoulder, "You need to take us to them as fast as possible. They are in terrible danger."

Atsushi's expression morphs into one of horror as Kunikida's words sink in and he bursts out running leaving the other three to scramble after him. They race down many streets as fast as they can with no sign of slowing down until Atsushi quickly turns a corner and freezes causing Saihara to nearly run into him.

"What-" Saihara starts to ask but immediately cuts himself off as he sees the carnage. The street is torn apart with various cars thrown around and on fire. Bloodied bodies litter the street laying motionless in the receding sunlight.

"Oh, dear." Dazai sighs as he catches sight of the scene before him.

Kunikida simply stares, a darkness taking over his gaze.

Atsushi takes a shaky step forward whispering out a quiet, "No..."

He buries his hands into his face, "This can't be happening..." he says quietly then again loudly, "This can't be happening!"

He takes in a shuddering breath and staggers forward looking wildly around, "Hinata-kun... Hinata-kun! Are you here?! Please... You were here earlier!" He listens quietly before calling out in distress, "Hinata-kun! Ouma-kun! Where are you guys?!" His voice breaks at the end as tears start to fall. He cries out their names over and over but to no avail. Finally, he seems to give up and just collapses on his knees frantically wiping his tears away as they continue to fall. The city is silent except for Atsushi's broken sobs.

Saihara stands frozen watching the tragic scene in front of him with only one thought on his mind.

Ouma-kun...?

Chapter Text

The first thing he noticed was the splitting pain in his head that reverberated through his entire skull. A dull pounding pain that made it nearly impossible for him to force his eyes open. In the midst of all of his haze, one thing made itself clear. The all too familiar voice of Kamukura.

Hey.

Wake up already.

...

How much longer are you going to be like this?

"Just... leave me alone already..." He mumbles hazily.

Be quiet. Or else they'll hear you. Just focus already.

"They...? Huh...?"

Hinata comes back to his senses and feels a sensation of cold metal on his wrists. It takes him a moment but he soon realizes that he's hung up by his arms against some sort of wall. Before he starts to panic he vaguely makes out voices.

".......... don't you get it......?" A mocking childish voice makes its way to his ears.

Ouma-kun...?

...

He decides to keep listening.

"I never gave a damn about anyone in my life," he sneers, "Why the hell would I start now?"

"I was under the impression that you cared about them quite a lot." A cold and whispy voice replies back.

"Oh please, that's just what I do. I use the people around me for my own convenience. Having allies is one of the most important things to have." Ouma answers back with a laugh, "I mean seriously? There's no room for love in this life. I'm... sure you of all people understand."

"What's that supposed to mean?" The voice hisses back.

"Now don't take it so personally. That's just how it is for people like us!" Ouma laughs once more.

The man lets out a growl, "You're quite annoying to deal with. If I was allowed to kill you I would have by now."

Ouma snickers, "Jeez someone's got a temper huh? Too bad you're not supposed to kill us! Did the big boss say no?"

"Tsk. Consider yourself lucky." He snarls.

"You're just mad that I guessed your problems accurately." Ouma taunts.

There's a fleshy stabbing noise and a grunt of pain from Ouma.

"Keep talking and see how much worse it gets for you." The voice snaps.

"I mean you can try. But not much affects me these days." Ouma sighs disinterestedly.

Another stab.

"Don't test me." The man retorts, "Or you will regret it."

"Try me," Ouma replies without hesitation.

Hinata decides he'd better do something before Ouma gets himself killed and speaks up, "Hey! Where the hell am I?"

"Oh! Hinata-chan! You're finally awake. Took you long enough, I was getting real bored with this emo vampire Akutagawa-chan!" Ouma cheers excitedly.

Another painful stabbing sound rings out.

"Don't you dare disgrace my name like that!" the man hisses angrily.

"Ouma-kun what the hell are you doing? Mocking the guy who has us chained up, are you trying to get yourself killed?!" He snaps.

"Oh if only it were that simple. It's not like he's allowed to kill us anyway," He lets out a sigh, "It makes this a lot more boring really."

"That's not the problem-!" He cuts himself off and takes a deep breath, "Okay never mind, I can tell this isn't going anywhere so let me ask you, Akutagawa was it? What the hell do you want with us?" He asks in exasperation.

"Hm. Strange that neither of you seem to be scared considering the position you're in." Akutagawa says thoughtfully.

"Tsk. Just answer the question already," He says in annoyance.

"Hmph. Big words from someone who can't even handle their own ability. How is that even possible for someone of your age? Did you simply never learn or was it... some other way?" Akutagwa questions his figure becoming more imposing and threatening the more tendrils appear behind him.

Hinata swallows nervously, "That's none of your business! Just tell us what we're doing here!" He snaps in frustration.

"Oi!" A new voice calls out, "Are they awake yet Akutagawa-? Oh."

A red-haired man wearing a fancy suit and hat walks into the dimly lit room.

"Hey, why the hell is this one bleeding? The boss made it clear to leave them unharmed!" The sighs in annoyance.

"Sorry Nakahara-san..." Akutagawa answers back, suddenly very subdued.

Nakahara simply waves a hand, "Eh whatever I guess it's not that big a deal as long as they're still alive. He then turns around and faces the two of them, "Listen up. Me and Akutagawa here will be back in a few minutes to escort you to the boss's room so don't try anything funny or your lives will be paid. Understood?" Nakahara barks out.

"Yessir Mister Nakahara-chan!" Ouma says enthusiastically.

"Oi! Don't you dare call me that ever again brat!" Nakahara snaps in anger, "Ugh. Come on Akutagawa let's go warn the boss.

As they're leaving Hinata faintly here's the red-haired man saying, "I can see why you stabbed that one. Absolutely no respect!"

After they disappear Hinata and Ouma are left in a tense silence, neither of them sure what to say.

Hmmm.

Kamukura's voice breaks through the silence, at least for Hinata.

"What is now?" He asks briskly.

I was just pondering our situation here. Those two are very powerful indeed. I wonder who could possibly be above them.

"Yeah I'm sure it'll be a real pleasure meeting the big boss," Hinata says sarcastically.

Indeed.

"No that was sarcasm-" Hinata cuts himself off, "You know what never mind. I have a question for you actually."

And what might that be?

"Why the hell couldn't I control my ability at all last time? And aren't you the ultimate of everything? How come I couldn't fight back with that power? You said it was because I was weak but what does that even mean?"

Ah. Well, it's quite simple. You're weak. Too weak to accept me as a part of you. Too weak to unlock our full potential. I can't lend you power if you don't accept it.

"Okay, I get it! I'm weak and pathetic and whatever! I don't need you! You're not a part of me. I'm my own person and you aren't part of my being!" He snaps.

Oh but I am. You just don't want to accept that. You're afraid. Afraid of the monster that lives within. Even though it's your fault I exist in the first place.

"Just shut the hell up! Stop talking to me already!" He yells in desperation.

It seems Kamukura decides to listen as he indeed stops speaking leaving the room silent once again.

"Hinata-chan. Are you okay?" Ouma asks.

"Just shut up. Just shut up already. You don't even really care, do you? You were just using me for your own gain. Just like the rest of them!" He growls.

It's quiet for a moment before Ouma responds, his voice playful and cold, "Oh so you heard that? It's quite rude to eavesdrop Hinata-chan. But yeah. I just needed you guys around for backup but I guess the jig is up!" He laughs emptily.

Hinata lets out a tired sigh, "I want to be surprised but it's always the same. It doesn't really matter anyway. We'll probably just die here..."

"Ha! If only. Something tells me we're going to go through a lot more before we die." Ouma laughs once again.

"Just wonderful..." Hinata mumbles.

Then, once again, the room falls silent. Hinata is slowly overcome with a feeling of exhaustion as he hangs from his wrists. He closes his eyes and only one thought makes it through his hazy mind.

I don't... want to do this anymore...

I'm... I'm so tired.

I was supposed to be done already. Just let me be done...

The sound of approaching footsteps interrupts his spiraling as the door opens once again.

"Alright listen up you two. The boss wants to see you now so we'll be escorting you. Try anything and find out what happens." Nakahara barks out the order.

Hinata and Ouma really have no other choice so they wordlessly comply. That is until Ouma gets released and stands on even ground.

"Damn you're like really short. How old are you?" He asks in amusement.

Nakahara instantly bristles at the comment, "Shut your mouth! You're shorter than me any way you bastard!"

"Yeah but I'm just a kid, I still have a chance to grow while you on the other hand... It's all over for you already... How tragic." Ouma sighs in faux sadness.

Before either of the men can react with what would no doubt be violence Hinata feels his irritation rise as he snaps, "What the hell is your problem Ouma?! Just shut up already! Why is it that you have to be such an asshole all the time?!"

It's quiet for a moment before Ouma speaks up again his voice dangerous and quiet, "Jeez Hinata-chan just take a chill pill. You sound like you're about to kill someone."

It's quiet for a moment before Nakahara speaks up once more, "Alright Akutagwa help me restrain these two, and let's bring them in before they kill each other."

Akutagwa complies and soon Hinata and Ouma are forced down a long hallway toward a double-door room in the back. The closer they get the more uneasy Hinata feels, almost like he can sense a horrid presence just behind that door. The dread only builds up more until they're right in front of the door.

"Go on," Akutagawa says, "He's waiting for you. Don't keep him any longer than you already have." He and Nakahara take a step back and block the hallway, waiting for them to enter.

Hinata swallows nervously and glances at Ouma who wears a blank face.

Just do it already. What other choice do you have?

"Shut the hell up..." Hinata mumbles, "I know that already," he sighs.

He takes a step forward and opens slowly pushes the door open into complete darkness.

"Welcome boys. Please, come in." A deep and pressing voice rings out from the pitch-black. "Ah, apologies for the dark, Elise-chan do you mind getting the lights?"

"Ugh, you're so annoying Rintarō." A young girl's annoyed voice sounds out as well.

One moment later the lights flicker on revealing a large room. In the back are a desk, chair, and a black-haired man sitting on it, smiling calmly at them. In front of his desk sit two chairs facing toward him. Behind him are many bookshelves and in the corner sits a lone wardrobe. Lastly, in the far right corner stands a young blonde-haired girl standing by a light switch, with a scowl on her face.

"Please take a seat boys." The man asks.

Hinata and Ouma cautiously step forward and sit in the chair. Meanwhile, the girl has made it back over to the desk and jumps up to sit on it, glaring at them.

"Now then. Let's do this properly, shall we? My name is Mori Ougai, I'm the boss of the Port Mafia. This here is Elise-chan. Say hello Elise-chan!" Mori says with a fond expression on his face. The girl simply sticks her tongue out, ignoring all three of them.

"Hah," Mori chuckles, "Kids am I right?"

Hinata stares blankly at him, too surprised to form a proper sentence. Ouma however doesn't seem to have the same problem.

"Oh yeah, they sure are a handful. Well anyway, it's nice to finally meet the big boss instead of all these small fry. It's quite a pleasure." Ouma says in an enthusiastic tone but it carries a weight that Hinata can't recognize.

"Please, the pleasures all mine." Mori replies smoothly, "May I ask your names?"

"Of course where are my manners? The name's Kokichi Ouma! King of thieves!" Ouma grins.

"Interesting title there young man. And how about you?" The man shifts his cold red eyes onto Hinata.

"I'm Hajime Hinata." He replies curtly.

"Ouma and Hinata... It's quite nice to meet you. I must apologize for sending Akutagawa to capture you as his methods are quite... rough around the edges. I do hope you can understand though." Mori says with a smile.

"Oh yeah no problem, I'm sure you have a perfectly good reason for kidnapping us and destroying part of the city," Ouma says, sarcasm lacing his tone.

"Indeed I do. You see, it's vital that the were-tiger is in my possession. Unfortunately, it seemed you were separated from him when Akutagawa found you." Mori sighs in disappointment, "Truly a shame."

"I see I see. So you want to get your hands on poor little Atsushi-chan. How come?" Ouma asks, innocently tilting his head.

"Fair question... I need him for a bounty. Dead or alive." The man says plainly.

A cold shiver shoots up Hinata's spine.

They're going to kill him...?

His mind flashes back to an image of the shy smiling boy.

That... I can't let that happen. I can't let any more of my friends die...

Ouma simply hums in acknowledgment, "Ooooh interesting. A bounty situation, what fun~!"

At that moment Hinata feels a white-hot rage boil in his chest.

How dare he say that?

Before he can speak up about it a voice interrupts.

Don't say a word. Just be quiet.

Hinata feels the urge to snap back but he keeps quiet silently scowling down at his lap.

"Well I get that, but why are me and the porcupine here?" Ouma asks looking down at his nails, feigning boredom.

"I'm sure you understand that you were the last two to be seen with him correct? I would like to enlist your help in capturing him." Mori says with a sinister smile.

Hinata freezes and before he can stop himself he snaps out, "As if! Why the hell would we do that?!"

Ouma nods sagely, "Yeah I gotta agree. If you want our help, then we want something out of it."

"That's not what I-" Hinata gets cut off by Ouma.

"What do we get out of this?"

"But of course. I would never take your labor for granted like that." Mori answers smoothly, "I can offer you money for a job well done. However, if you want something more, then I can make some arrangements and you can... join the Port Mafia. Permanently of course."

Hinata gapes in shock while Ouma lets out a whistle, "Now that's an interesting proposal. Let me ask you two questions then." Ouma grins manically, "First, what does joining the Port Mafia entail, and second, why do you want us specifically to join?"

"I'm glad to see you're considering this seriously. For your first question, you would be provided with housing, and each of you gets your own apartment building with all the necessities you would need. You would also be provided with a steady salary to start off let's say... about 10,000,000 yen a year. I will also provide you chances to grow stronger and perhaps learn to control your abilities?" He cocks an eyebrow at Hinata who tenses up at his gaze.

"As for your second question, I've been told that you two have very powerful abilities. I would like to offer an opportunity to fully reach your potential and have a use for your abilities." He says with a smile.

"Tempting very tempting..." Ouma hums, "What's the catch?"

Mori laughs, "Well besides the very real chance of dying on any of your missions or even getting tortured by our enemies there is no catch. Unless you count out rigorous training methods of course."

"Huh. I appreciate the honesty bossman." Ouma says while throwing his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair. "What if we say no?"

Mori smiles once again and waves a hand, "As much as I would like you to join us, I would accept your decision, after all, I can't force you."

Ouma eyes him, "I see. Alright then, I'm sold! Let me get into this business so I can finally rule the world!" He shouts in enthusiasm.

"I'm glad to hear it Ouma. And what about you Hinata." He asks.

Hinata who had been silently listening the whole time perks up slightly after being addressed. He takes a moment to think raising a hand up to his chin.

Obviously, I don't want to do this but... Then again...

He glances over at Ouma who sends him a grin, "Come on Hinata-chan join the dark side! Then maybe I'll actually respect you!"

Hinata bristles in annoyance and shoots him a cold glare, "I don't need your respect," he spits. He turns his gaze to Mori, "However, I will accept your proposal." He says coldly.

"Excellent! I'm pleased to officially welcome you to the Port Mafia." Mori spreads his arms open in a welcoming gesture, "From here on out you take orders from me and your other superiors. If you prove to have traitorous intentions, we will not hesitate to deal with you."

Hinata stiffens at his words a feeling of anxiety overcoming him.

"Chuuya. Akutagawa. Please enter." Mori commands.

Instantly the doors swing open and the two of them enter and bow.

"I would like both of you to take these two under your wings and train them to be stronger. Show them how we do things around here." Mori instructs them.

Nakahara and Akutagawa bow once more and in unison, they say, "Yes sir."

"Thank you very much for your time. You are dismissed." Mori says curtly and turns his back away from them.

The four of them stand and exit the room.

"Well then." Nakahara says with a scowl, "Welcome to the Port Mafia brats. Me and Akutagawa will show you around and we'll teach you all we can as well. However, double cross us and enjoy a horribly painful death," he growls, "Your choice."

Ouma simply laughs, "Man you think you're a scary guy huh? But you're only a little bit taller than me Chuuya-chan!"

Nakahra visibly bristles and snaps at Ouma, "Shut it you little brat! I'm still taller than you! And don't you dare call me Chuuya-chan!"

"Not for long!" Ouma singsongs, "I'm still 17 and growing y'know!"

Nakahara glares at him, "Quit holding that above me asshole!"

Ouma snorts in laughter, "But Chuuya-chan, you're so short everything's above you!"

Nakahara looks like he's about to murder Ouma but he instead lets out a sigh, "You're gonna be such a pain in the ass to deal with. I can't believe the boss wanted you to join."

"Nee-hee-hee! Looks like you're stuck with me now though. You poor soul," Ouma laughs.

Hinata lets out a sigh and his hand through his hair.

"Exhausting isn't it?" A cold emotionless voice says from beside him causing him to jump. "So loud."

Hinata finds himself agreeing, "Yeah tell me about it. I'm sick of dealing with Ouma."

Akutagawa nods, "Yes I'm not looking forward to working with him. However, for now, we shall show you around and tomorrow we begin training. After your pathetic showing of control over your ability it will be quite grueling so I hope you're ready Mohouhan."

Hinata glares at him, "Don't give me a nickname like that. I never had a chance to work with my ability before. You wouldn't understand." he snaps.

Easy now Hinata. Don't cause a scene.

Before he can think about it Hinata growls, "You stay out of this you bastard. You're the last person I'd take advice from."

The three of them are now staring at him due to his outburst. Nakahara looks annoyed, Akutagawa looks perplexed, meanwhile, Ouma simply stares blankly at him. Hinata sighs and rubs his eyes.

I don't know how much longer I can deal with this...

It's just.... too much...

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The journey back to the Armed Detective Agency was painstakingly quiet. Atsushi’s crying had long subsided now leaving silence only occasionally broken by his sniffling. Dazai and Kunikida were whispering quietly as well but Saihara was too distracted to listen to them. Earlier they had somehow convinced the devastated boy to come with them back to the Agency. Saihara assumed they were currently planning on how to get Atsushi to talk and what to do next. Though Saihara’s mind was currently elsewhere.

Ouma…

Are you really alive?

…All the evidence points to it…

The witnesses' descriptions match how you look. Atsushi said Ouma… it has to be him.

But… how?

He’s dead. You saw him Shuichi. No one could survive that. He was crushed.

…

Maybe I’m thinking too logically.

Lately, nothing has been making sense.

Some people have powers, Ouma might still be alive, and everything about Komaeda is confusing. Like how before… he seemed to accept that this was another world even before anything strange happened.

Maybe it is. It’s the only explanation for all the bizarre things that keep happening. I have powers now… other people do too. I mean Ultimates were powerful but not like this. There’s no sign of the Danganronpa-obsessed world I thought we’d end up in. Plus… no sign of Harukawa or Yumeno.

The last thing I remember was making it out of the rubble and then… darkness. Then I woke up in that alley with Komaeda.

…I don’t know what to make of this.

But it might really be another world than the one I had known…

I’ll ask Komaeda again. Maybe I could get something out of him.

Satisfied with his new plan, Saihara turns his gaze toward Atsushi’s trudging form.

I should ask him too. Come on Shuichi, take what you learned from Akamatsu and Kaito and help him. Like they helped you…

Saihara takes a deep breath and catches up with him.

“Hey, Atsushi,” he says quietly, "How are you feeling?"

Atsushi sighs, "Well... better I guess. Not really though. I'm... really worried about them."

Saihara nods in understanding, "Yeah I get it... On the bright side, there's still a high chance that they're alive at least."

"How can you be sure?" Atsushi questions despondently.

"Well, we didn't find their bodies at the crime scene which is a really good sign. Especially considering the fact that there were so many other casualties..." Saihara trails off, wondering if his words were helping at all.

"Yeah, I guess that's true... I just... I really hope they're okay. Even if they're alive being in the hands of the Mafia won't lead to anything good. What if they're being tortured right now?" Atsushi lets out a shuddering sigh, "I know they're strong but still..."

Saihara reaches and places a hand on Atsushi's shoulder though he makes a mental note of how the boy jumps lightly, "Listen Atsushi, no matter what happens I promise to help you find them. I don't know what Dazai-san or Kunikida-san are planning but even if they won't I'll help save them."

Atsushi stares at him in surprise, "Oh... thank you but... why? Why do you want to help me so much?"

Saihara gives him a smile, "Well... in all honesty, I think I might know the Ouma-kun you were talking about before. I just... need to see him."

To see if he's really alive he adds in his mind.

"Really?" Atsushi asks, more surprised than before, "You know him?"

"I don't know if it's really him but I'd like to confirm it. Also... well I am a detective it's just in my nature to solve crimes." He laughs sheepishly, "Besides... I know what it's like to lose people important to you so if I can help prevent that in any way then I will."

Atsushi stares at him for a moment before breaking out into a small smile, "Thanks... Saihara-kun was it? Thank you for that..."

Saihara smiles back, "Anytime Atsushi-kun," he holds out a hand, "Let's work together to make this right okay?"

Atsushi hesitates for a moment before reaching out and shaking his extended hand, "Yeah... We can fix this."

After they turn back and continue walking Saihara lets out a breath of relief.

Good job Shuichi, you helped a little bit. Thinking of Kaito and Akamatsu really did help... Speaking of...

"Sorry to ask, I know it might be a sore subject all things considered but... could you tell me what Ouma-kun acted and looked like?" Saihara asks nervously, "I just want to know if it really was him..."

Atsushi's quiet for a moment before smiling lightly, "Of course. I'd love to talk more about them. Let's see..." Atushi trails off in thought, "Well Ouma-kun had purple hair that stuck out a lot. He wore a white suit but we had to buy different clothes... Oh! He did keep his checkered scarf."

Saihara's heart rises in his throat as he listens in anticipation.

"As for how he acts," Atsushi continues, "Very childish. Not to mention dramatic. He also seemed to like lying a lot and he had some... questionable skills. He also liked to call himself a supreme leader... Though I never really understood that," he laughs sheepishly.

Saihara freezes in place his thoughts abruptly stalling.

There's no way... There's absolutely no way but... it sounds just like him.

"Saihara-kun?" Atsushi questions in concern, "Are you alright?"

Saihara takes in a shaky breath, "Yeah sorry. Keep going."

"If you're sure..." Atsushi says as Saihara catches up with him, "He was... kind of intimidating at times too. He had a strange aura about him. Even though we traveled together I feel like I don't really know him that well. He was always saying weird things about dealing with horrible people... In fact, he said both he and Hinata-kun had before... I was going to ask them about it but I never got around to it before... well..." Atsushi sighs, "They mentioned having a similar goal as their reason for traveling together. I think they understood something about each other that I never could. It was like an unspoken thing between them."

Saihara thinks for a moment.

I wonder how they know each other... Maybe... it's like Komaeda and me? Maybe they woke up together somewhere in Yokohama...

Now that I think about it Komaeda confirmed that he was in a killing game too and that he had died... But he's here now.

Maybe the same happened with Ouma-kun.

Hmm...

Perhaps this Hinata person was from Komaeda's game... When we get back I'll have to ask him about that too. But first...

"Are you sure you're okay Saihara-kun?" Atsushi questions his silence.

"Yeah sorry. I'm just... kind of surprised that it might actually be him is all. It sounds just like him..." He trails off.

"Why is it so surprising though? Did he live somewhere else before or something?" Atsushi asks curiously.

"Well..." Saihara thinks for a moment.

Do I lie? Does it really matter anyway?

"To be frank I was pretty positive he was dead... So it would be quite a shock if he was alive after all that..." Saihara trails off wistfully. The grisly image of a bloodied hydraulic press invades in mind. He forcefully shoves the image away as Atsushi replies.

"Oh god... I... How does that even happen? Why were you so sure he died?" Atsushi asks in disbelief.

"It's a long story," Saihara replies with a tired smile, "After we rescue them maybe we can explain to you better."

Atsushi looks dissatisfied with his answer but nods anyway, "Alright then... Oh by the way his first name was Kokichi if that's-"

Before he can finish his sentence Dazai's cheerful voice rings out, "Well I see you two made fast friends!"

His enthusiasm startled both boys causing them to jump. Not as much as hearing the name Kokichi did.

Just stay calm Shuichi, you'll find out if he's really alive soon enough. Don't get your hopes up, we all know how that goes... but even so...

"Oh, Dazai-san. Yeah, Atsushi and I were just talking about what to do next." Saihara says.

"Well~ Since we've finally arrived at the Agency, why don't we discuss it further inside?" Dazai singsongs.

Saihara hadn't even realized but it was true, as the building loomed over them. Atsushi shot a nervous glance at Saihara before entering the building.

"Welcome to our humble Agency Atsushi-kun!" Dazai exclaims in excitement, "Now before anything I'd like to begin by questioning you. I know it's not the most hospitable thing to do but considering the situation, it seems we must move swiftly."

Atsushi swallows nervously and nods, "Right... How do we do this then...?"

"Just follow me Atsushi-kun. Saihara-kun you come along as well considering how useful you're ability is." Dazai says and begins walking toward a room in the back.

Atsushi and Saihara silently follow in his stead and soon they are seated at a table in classic interrogation style. Atsushi on one side and Saihara and Dazai on the other.

"So Saihara-kun, I'd like you to start with some questions that you may think are important to our investigation," Dazai says calmly.

Saihara takes in a deep breath, "Okay... First Atsushi-kun, are you one of the tigers that destroyed that motel?"

"Ah... yeah, I am..." He trails off awkwardly.

True.

Saihara nods, "Alright, and the other tiger was this Hinata person you mentioned right?"

Atsushi sighs, "Yeah it was him. But his ability isn't the same as mine."

True.

"I see." Saihara replies, "So let me ask first... Why did you rampage like that?"

"I-I didn't want to!" Atsushi swiftly denies, "It just... Sort of happened. I became the tiger and I couldn't control myself..."

True.

"Ah, I'm glad to hear that honestly," Saihara laughs sheepishly, "You seemed like too much of a good person to me."

Clearing his throat Saihara continues, "Well anyway, another question. What exactly are the abilities you and Hinata have?"

"W-well..." Atsushi stutters, "I mean it's sort of complicated... I'm not sure how my ability really works I just know I can turn into a tiger... As for Hinata-kun, his ability seems to steal and use others' abilities but he mentioned there was a certain condition though he never told me what... He also struggled to control it."

True.

"Hm." Saihara hums, "What about Ouma-kun? Did he have an ability as well?"

"Huh?" Atsushi questions, "I thought you knew him?"

"W-well, in case it's not the one I know." Saihara rationalizes.

"Ah okay. Well, he seems to be able to control people's actions but only if they were considering doing it beforehand. Or maybe he had to convince them? Sorry... I can't really remember." Atsushi answers nervously.

True.

"Okay. Thank you for answering so honestly Atsushi-kun. It made this a lot easier." Saihar says warmly. "Um... I guess I have a few more questions. Sorry to do this. Do you know anything about Ouma-kun or Hinata's backgrounds?"

Atsushi shakes his head, "No they only mentioned little snippets. Like how they mentioned dealing with horrible people and having a similar goal. Other than that... they were pretty secretive."

True.

"Okay, that's what I thought," Saihara nods, "This is a bit of a heavier question but do you have any idea what the Port Mafia wants with the three of you?"

"Not really? Just after we became the tigers someone reported us to the Mafia for whatever reason..." Atsushi sighs, "And now this all happened... I wonder why this had to happen..."

True.

Saihara gives him the most comforting smile he can manage, "I'm sorry Atsushi. I promise to help you though."

Atsushi gives him a small smile in return, "Thanks Saihara-kun..."

"Any further questions Saihara-kun?" Dazai interjects.

"Um... Not really that I can think of. Anything you want to ask Dazai-san?" Saihara asks.

Dazai nods, "Yes if you don't mind can you ask him why he cares for these people so much? I'm quite curious."

"I mean-" Saihara is instantly cut off by Atsushi.

"They're some of the first people in my life who ever cared about me! We may not have been together for that long but they mean a lot to me. I... I wouldn't be doing this well without them so I owe them a lot. Not to mention, they always reassured me. I need to make sure they're okay." Atsushi's passionate speech is not lost on Saihara as the determination shining in his eyes. He didn't need an ability to know that Atsushi meant every word he said.

Dazai stands up and stretches with a grin, "I believe that wraps this up then. Well, you wanted to talk to Komaeda-kun about something right Saihara-kun?"

"Oh! Uh yeah, I did. I guess I'll go see him now that we're done here then." Saihara stands up and stretches as well.

"Wonderful! While you do that I'll discuss with the rest of the Agency our next course of action here. Atsushi-kun why don't you come along?" Dazai turns his gaze toward the boy.

"Before you guys go," Saihara cuts in, "What's Hinata's first name?"

"Oh uh... It's Hajime. How come?" Atsushi questions.

"I just need to know is all. Thank you." Saihara replies.

"Um... sure thing. I guess..." Atsushi stands up and follows Dazai out the door. Saihara follows suit and makes his way toward the infirmary where Komaeda was being held.

As he opens the door he's met with an exasperated voice, "No Komaeda, I already told you I can't reverse my ability. You're cured okay? I'm sorry that you weren't happy with it but there's nothing I can do now."

"Ah sorry to pester you like this Yosano-san. I'm sure you're already sick of my presence." Komaeda's self-deprecating voice makes itself clear, "I must apologize. I just... Don't deserve something like this happening to someone like me..."

Saihara quickly interrupts and makes his presence known, "Hello Yosano-san, Komaeda. How're you two doing?"

Yosano snorts, "I'll feel better once this guy's out of my office. That's for sure."

"Haha yeah, I understand Yosano-san. I'd leave but you won't let me!" Komaeda laughs drily.

"Yeah because you're not better yet... clearly. But that's beside the point, did you need something kid? How'd the mission go?" Yosano asks.

"Well about that. I think that Dazai-san's telling everyone right now if you want to go see, I actually need to ask Komaeda some questions..." Saihara trails off.

"Oh? An interrogation from the Ultimate Detective himself? Why I'm honored!" Komaeda exclaims.

"I'll go speak with Dazai then. Keep an eye on him Saihara." Yosano states curtly before exiting the room.

Saihara turns his gaze to Komaeda, "Right so... You seemed positive that this world wasn't the same we're from... I'm starting to understand why but do you have any evidence?"

Komaeda hums, "Well things are terribly different here as I'm sure you've noticed. That's all there really is to it. There's no way this could be the world we lived in before."

Half-Truth.

Huh... That one again.

"Okay... but there's more isn't there?" Saihara questions.

Komaeda simply smiles, "I suppose you would know best Ultimate Detective."

"Are... are you making fun of me?" Saihara asks surprised.

"Oh no of course not! Someone like me has no right to belittle an Ultimate like you." Komaeda swiftly reassures.

Something was left unsaid but Saihara wasn't sure exactly what it might be.

"Okay then... I have one more question. Do you know anyone named Hinata? First name Hajime?" Saihara asks expectantly.

The widening of Komaeda's eyes is the only answer Saihara needs.

"Hajime... Hinata...? Hah... I thought I'd never see or hear of him ever again... Yes. Hinata-kun was from my killing game. Is... he here?" Komaeda asks with a strange edge to his voice.

"Well if you mean in this world then yes but he's not at the Agency, we believe he was captured by the Port Mafia," Saihara answers carefully.

"Ah, I see. I wonder if this is bad or good luck. Truly it could go either way at this point. Is he... alive?"

"As far as we know he should be," Saihara confirms.

"Hmm." Komaeda hums, "I wonder if he made it out alive from the game."

A soft smile appears on Komaeda's face, "As much as I hate to admit that someone worthless like him could make it I have a feeling nobody but him could..."

Saihara stares at him confused as to why he talks so fondly of someone he considers 'useless.' Komaeda noticing his confusion speaks up, "Ah don't mind my rambling."

Komaeda rises from his bed and stretches and then looks toward Saihara.

"Well, then I suppose it's about time I repay Hinata-kun back for showing me the greatest hope..." And with that Komaeda exits the room leaving Saihara to scramble after him.

"Ah, Komaeda I don't think you're supposed to be moving yet-" As he exits the door he bumps into Komaeda's back.

"Oh perfect you're both here!" Dazai exclaims, "Now we can start the planning phase."

"Oh?" Komaeda asks, "What plan might we be considering?"

"After some careful discussions, we have decided to stage a rescue mission to retrieve Atsushi-kun's companions," Kunikida states.

Saihara lets out a sigh of relief, "Oh good. I'm glad to hear it. Then let's start planning."

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"Worthless. I can't believe how pathetic you are. Truly more disappointing than I would've ever guessed." Cold gray eyes stare down at him.

I couldn't agree more. I thought you would be better than this all things considered-the monotone voice jeers in his head.

It's true. You were never meant for anything more than what you've gotten. His own voice mocks him.

Once again, Hinata wonders what would've happened if he'd just died in the killing game. Surely even that would beat the hell he finds himself in now.

"Why are you just laying there? Get up." Akutagawa commands, "We're not through yet. You're not good enough."

Hinata lets out a shuddering breath and slowly pushes himself up off the cold ground.

His whole body aches. He's bleeding so much that he hardly registers where the blood originated from.

His head pounds and his eyes are stinging.

He raises his head and meets Akutagawa's steely gaze.

"Now then. Try again. You're not leaving until you can control it." He says.

Hinata slowly takes a step forward and reaches his hand out toward Akutagawa. As he makes contact he feels Kamukura's anticipation as the ability is transferred over to him.

Instantly sharp tendrils appear on his back one quickly forming a snapping maw that rushes at him.

"Rashomon... Listen to me!" His voice comes out weak and raspy but he can hardly muster any more than that.

Rashomon hardly responds and just snaps its jaws shut on his arm. The pain barely registers as he lets out another sigh.

"God damn you beast..." he mutters.

The world starts swimming in front of him as more blood leaks out and creates a puddle on the floor.

"Kamukura..." He mutters, "You have to listen to me... Command it with me, you bastard... It won't listen to just me."

Yes, it seems you're too weak still. How boring.

"Just... help me you asshole... I get it already... I'll never get anywhere without you so just help already!" He snaps as his vision starts to blur.

Hm. Fine.

"Rashomon! Stand down!" Hinata yells. This time his voice comes out strong and commanding. This time he can hear Kamukura speaking with him. This time Rashomon backs off and stays by him calmly. This time, Hinata can't stand anymore and lets himself collapse to the ground. This time Akutagwa looks at him with something other than disappointment and resentment. This time Hinata's vision goes dark.

The next day isn't any better. In fact, it's much of the same. Rashomon only listens when both he and Kamukura command it. Sometimes, Kamukura refuses to cooperate and tells Hinata that he should be able to do it himself. It never works. It just leads to more blood loss and blinding pain. Eventually, he's able to command Rashomon to attack and defend him. Akutagwa seems pleased by his progress.

The next day he trains with Nakahara. It's not any better than it was with Akutagawa. Nakahara chews him out for his physical weakness and inability to react fast enough. He wonders how Ouma is dealing with Akutagwa. Nakahra forces him through more hellish ability training. His ability doesn't attack like Akutagawa's but it takes an immense toll on his mental and physical strength. Hinata can't help but be reminded of the days he spent in Hope's Peak being transformed into Kamukura. He can't decide which was worse.

The next day he's paired with Ouma for more training. He barely registers the boy's presence and simply shoots him a glare. Ouma knows he doesn't want to fight him which is perfect for his ability. Despite it all, he can't bring himself to hate him. It's not like he really did anything anyway. He pointedly ignores Ouma's blank stare any time he stumbles or hisses in pain. He's fine. He can survive this. It's... fine. Everything is fine.

Each day brings more pain and training. He's already adapted to it quickly. It's not worth resisting anymore. He lets himself go on autopilot. He allows himself to grow colder and embrace his other side. He doesn't want to be the only one dealing with this anymore.

Hinata wakes up in his apartment the next day. His sheets are soaked in blood but he's used to it at this point. It's been almost two weeks since he and Ouma joined the Port Mafia. His emotions had slowly started shutting down as this continues. He wonders if it's worth it anymore. Kamukura is quiet. His vision goes dark.

Hajime... What happened? Why are you acting so strange? You can't lose yourself like this you know. You already know who you are. You have a future. Please don't forget about that.

Hinata barely registers the sound of his door unlocking before he goes on high alert. Reaching silently behind his bed he pulls out a survival knife and stalks toward the door. A figure slips in and Hinata wastes no time in tackling the figure and holding the knife to its throat.

"Jeez Hinata-chan no need to try and kill me again." Ouma's snarky voice rings out. Hinata lets him go and stands up eying him coldly.

"So you want to know why I'm here hmm? Well, you weren't answering the door so I came to see if you finally kicked the bucket." Ouma snickers.

Hinata flips on a light and stares him down. The boy is littered with bandages and new scars, much like himself.

"What time is it?" His voice rasps out.

"About 3 am. Not much time has passed don't worry." He replies.

Hinata grunts in reply before he stumbles back to his bed.

"It's quite rude to ignore a guest Hinata-chan!" Ouma singsong, "I have some important information for you."

Hinata mumbles incoherently.

"Welllll..." Ouma drawls, "First, I wanted to ask if you have any trust in me left."

Hinata doesn't reply. Why should he? Does it really matter? He can't see why it would.

"I'm not sure how to take that silence." Ouma laughs, "I get it though. Hell, you can hardly trust yourself."

Hinata stays silent as Ouma continues, "Anyway, do you think Atsushi-chan is okay?"

Hinata perks up at that familiar name, "Atsushi-kun...?"

Is... is he okay...?

"You've been acting strange Hinata-kun. Not snappy and reliable like I remember." Ouma sighs snapping him back to reality, "Is it too much for you?"

Hinata's dream rushes back to him. Nanami's concerned voice... the sadness and hope in tone clashing together. She had said something similar... He pushes himself up into a sitting position.

"It's not too much... I'm fine..." He replies though he hardly convinces himself. His vision feels clearer.

"Sounds like a lie to me! You need me to make fun of you? Would that bring the grumpiness back?" Ouma asks though he doesn't wait for a reply, "You snappy porcupine! You're hair looks like a spiky tumbleweed. Oh oh! You're one of the plainest people I've ever met. Not to mention how you seem like a disaster in more ways than one! In addition, you keep talking to yourself like some kind of psychopath-"

"Shut up you little shit!" Hinata snaps, "You don't need to insult me, asshole!"

Ouma grins, "Oh that sounds like you already! Fiery, not that cold apathy you had before."

For the first time in a while, Hinata hears Kamukura speak.

Oh. So you're back in the front.

A cold dread settles on his shoulders, "Were... were you in control...?"

Not fully. You were still hanging on but I mostly took us over. Your memories may be hazy.

Hinata stays quiet for a moment, "Did you...?"

I couldn't do anything without your consciousness interfering. Don't worry.

He lets out a relieved sigh, "Good... thank god..."

Ouma looks at him blankly and tilts his head, "Are you back?"

"Yeah... but what do you want...? Why're you here?" Hinata asks.

"Why? Good question! I wanted to see if you died. Or is that a lie?" Ouma smirks.

"Quit it with the lies already. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit. You asked if I had any trust in you earlier. Why?" He snaps.

"Curiosity? Maybe I was seeing if I could trick you again? Maybe I just wanted to know? Who can really say?" Ouma grins cheekily.

"If you're not going to answer then you can leave. I need more sleep before the hell we'll have to deal with tomorrow." Hinata grunts.

"Boooo you're no fun when you're being all emo like this." Ouma whines.

"I don't care to entertain you. Go away." Hinata grumbles.

"Pshhhh boring old Hinata-chan." Ouma sighs, "I guess I'll leave now. See ya tomorrow! Hope you bleed less! Or is that a lie?"

And with that Ouma swiftly exits the room.

What the hell was that just now? Why did he ask if I still trust him? And... why did he bring up Atsushi-kun? I thought he didn't care...

Hinata lies with his eyes closed in silence before a thought appears in his mind.

Why did he try to bring me back...? Was he worried? ...this guy's just as confusing as Komaeda...

...

Still... I should try to talk to him more instead of ignoring him. It's not like me to not try and understand at least... There was just a lot going on I suppose.

For the first time in a while, Hinata stands and looks at himself in the mirror. His body has slightly toned due to all the training but his body is littered with scars. Mostly from Rashomon. Hesitantly he lifts his bangs up and stares at the ugly stitches that protrude there. A cold red eye stares back. He quickly turns away and sighs. Flipping the light switch back off he lays back in bed. Staring at the ceiling his thoughts start to wander.

I wonder if I can get out of this world...

"Hey, Kamukura..." Hinata trails off, "Were you able to take over because of my weakness...?"

Sort of. You let yourself go on autopilot. You didn't want to deal with it anymore and so your consciousness fell behind and mine came to the front.

You did however have a hold on yourself as I wasn't fully myself. It was a mix of the two of us.

"I see..." Hinata sighs as he closes his eyes, “I don’t want you to be a part of me.”

Yes, I’m aware. I am though.

”I wish you weren’t…” Hinata grumbles tiredly, “I wish I could confidently say that you aren’t…” After that statement, Hinata starts to doze off.

His slow drift into sleep is harshly interrupted by a loud siren blaring.

That's... the emergency alarm? Someone's attacking the Port Mafia...!

He leaps out of bed and rushes out of his apartment. The apartment building each of them lives in is part of the Port Mafia's main Headquarters so arriving at the front doesn't take long. Most of the other main members have already gathered with Nakahara swiftly taking control.

"Listen up! I want men sweeping the entire building on every single floor! Some bastards broke in and you need to find them now! The number is unknown but the threat they pose is detrimental!" He snaps.

His eyes land on Hinata, "You! Come with Ouma, Akutagawa, and me to the main hall! We have an emergency on our hands!"

Hinata swiftly nods and rushes to the main hall with Ouma and Akutagawa while Nakahara finishes barking out orders.

There in the hall stands a lone figure. A man with brown hair and bandages wrapped around his arms. He watches them calmly as they approach.

Akutagawa freezes up slightly before speaking, "Dazai-san... Why are you here?"

He knows this guy...?

"Ah, Akutagawa. Well simply put I'm here for those two." He responds calmly gesturing toward Ouma and Hinata.

"Oh?" Ouma responds first, "And what may you want with Hinata-chan and me?"

The man, Dazai, smiles, "Atsushi-kun needs you two back is all."

Atsushi-kun...?

"Wh-where is he? Is he alright?" Hinata asks desperation lacing his tone.

The man studies him, curiosity flickering in his gaze, "Hm? So you do care then. Do... both of you care about him?"

Ouma grins, "Of course, we care! Or is that a lie? Who can really say?"

Hinata feels a small amount of anger building, "Just shut the hell up Ouma! I asked you a question," he snaps pointing a finger at the man, "Is Atsushi-kun alright? And where is he?"

The man stares for another second before shrugging, "Well as far as I'm aware he's okay. As for where he is..."

As if on cue a pipe above them creaks and rattles. Soon a vent opens and out falls a blur and silver and white.

It takes Hinata a moment to realize that he's looking at Atsushi crouching on the floor. Except his arms are large and furry, white covered with black stripes. Instead of hands, he has paws and instead of nails, he has claws. Atsushi looks up at them with wild feline eyes before they widen in recognition. He grins a sharp toothy smile and exclaims, "Hinata-kun! Ouma-kun! You guys are alive!"

Everything grinds to a halt as Hinata simply stares in bewilderment.

"Atsushi-kun...? Is that really you...?"

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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Saihara asks for what was admittedly probably the tenth time in the span of an hour.

Komaeda shoots him an easy smile, "Don't worry so much Saihara-kun, there's no need to be so pessimistic."

Saihara snorts, "That's funny coming from you..."

"Guys..." Tanizaki sighs and stops causing the two following to stop as well. "Listen I know it's a bit of a risky plan and I don't trust Dazai-san with most things but his plans are usually pretty good."

Saihara smiles sheepishly, "I know it's just..." His smile fades as he looks around the dark halls of the Port Mafia base, "Well... It's just dangerous... y'know waltzing in like it's nothing and sneaking around while our friends are probably fighting for their lives..."

Tanizaki smiles at him sympathetically, "I know how you feel but our abilities aren't really suited for combat. I suppose mine can be but it's a lot better for these kinds of missions. Yours only helps with interrogations and Komaeda's..." Tanizaki trails off clearly trying to think of a good way to finish that sentence.

"Is absolutely useless," Komaeda happily supplies with that same easy smile.

"N-no!" Tanizaki denies, "That's not what I was going to say! We just... don't know how to utilize it yet is all."

Komaeda's smile widens into a grin, "It's alright Tanizaki-san! No need to hold back. I'm completely aware of how useless I am. I only really came along to see Hinata-kun alive. Sorry to burden you with my presence."

Tanizaki simply stares wide-eyed. He starts to say something but cuts himself off, obviously unsure of how to respond, much less handle Komaeda.

"It's fine Komaeda I'm sure we'll figure out a use for it eventually." Saihara swoops in, saving Tanizaki from answering, "Let's just... keep going."

"Right. Let's go." Tanizaki nods and the three of them continue down the hallway.

"Now according to what Dazai-san said we're going to have to continue down this hall and then..." Saihara starts to tune him out.

What if something goes wrong? Someone could really get hurt and it would be all my fault since I wanted to do this...

No that's not true. They all agreed. It... should be perfectly fine. I just wonder...

"Are you still worried Saihara-kun?" Komaeda asks with a tilt of his head.

"Yeah... I just worry that something bad will happen to them..." Saihara trails off worriedly rubbing the back of his neck.

"I see." Komaeda replies with a frown, "You know you really should put more faith in them Saihara-kun."

"Huh?" Saihara asks with a start, "That's not-"

"They're ultimates after all! It was their hope to help you and Atsushi-kun save your friends. Trust them to be able to help. Trust in their hope."

Saihara stares contemplating what Komaeda said before replying, "Yeah I guess that makes sense... thank-"

"Besides," Komaeda interrupts, "On the off chance that they fail... It just means their hope wasn't strong enough and someone else's could beat them. Either way, hope comes out on top!" Komaeda ends his rant with a wide grin.

Saihara stares dumbfounded, "Komaeda I don't even know how to respond to that... Don't you want them to succeed?"

"Ah, you misunderstand. Of course I want them to succeed, but even if they don't the results end up the same for me." Komaeda says.

"...Right... Okay then..." Saihara replies effectively ending the uncomfortable conversation.

"Alright, this should be the room," Tanizaki announces breaking the awkward silence.

Saihara hadn't realized but throughout the conversation, they had been mindlessly following Tanizaki to their location. They stand in front of a door with a coded keypad keeping it locked.

"Oh good! Then let's get what we need and get out of here quickly. Did Dazai-san mention the passcode?" Saihara asks.

Tanizaki shakes his head worriedly, "No he never mentioned the door would be locked..."

"Oh... Well, what are we supposed to do now?" Saihara runs a hand through his hair anxiously, "We need this information!"

While Saihara slowly starts to panic Komaeda walks over and inspects the keypad. He reaches his hand up and presses five numbers. The door unlocks and opens with a clunk.

"Well!" Komaeda exclaims, "What are the odds."

Both Tanizaki and Saihara stare in surprise.

"How did you-" Saihara starts before he remembers, "Oh that's right. You have the power of luck."

"Yes, and it's been treating me far too kindly lately. I wonder when it will return with a vengeance. It has to be soon..." Komaeda trails off pondering.

Saihara decides to just ignore him and pushes the door open. The room seems to be an archive of some kind with a crazy amount of files and reports littered across the room. Some were tucked neatly into various shelves and others were strewn everywhere.

"Well let's start looking." Tanizaki switches on the light and begins sorting through the files. Saihara and Komaeda follow his lead and begin looking as well.

"Remember we're looking for any information on Atsushi-kun," Tanizaki reminds them.

After about five minutes of looking Komaeda calls out, "Hey I think I found it."

B0th Tanizaki and Saihara share a glance of disbelief before making their way over to him. They all study the file, its contents were minimal but telling.

"Hmm..." Komaeda hums, "It looks like our dear friend Atsushi-kun is wanted alive for a large sum of money from a group of Americans..."

"Looks like it... the reason as to why isn't listed though... I guess the mafia doesn't care why as long as they get paid." Saihara thinks out loud, "So that means that the other two, Ouma-kun and Hintata-kun were likely casualties not meant to be taken."

"I agree," Tanizaki nods, "It seems like traveling with Atsushi-kun caused them to be caught up in this mess, then the mafia decided that the two of them could be useful."

"I wonder what use they could find for someone like Hinata-kun..." Komaeda mutters.

Tanizaki snatches the file and snaps it shut, "We can try and figure that out later, for now, we need to get everyone out of here. Let's move."

Saihara and Komaeda nod in unison and the three of them exit the room and start retracing their steps.

"Okay, so we just need to extract Hinata and Ouma who if everything went according to plan, should be close by. Dazai-san and Atsushi-kun should be there as well so we can retrieve them too." Tanizaki talks quickly, "The others are holding off some of the Port Mafia in a different area, when we retrieve these four we have to make sure they get the signal to retreat."

Tanizaki lets out a breath, "Okay, any questions?"

"No, I-" Saihara starts before being interrupted.

"What if Hinata-kun and Ouma-kun refuse to come with us? They've been here a while, perhaps their loyalties... shifted?" Komaeda asks with a curious glint in his eye.

Tanizaki sighs, "I hope it doesn't come to that but if it does then we will have no choice but to leave them. Forcing them could prove dangerous and we'd rather not fight unless we have to."

As if on cue a loud bang sounds from nearby, along with the sound of voices.

"We're getting close, everyone get ready," Tanizaki warns, "I'll start my ability activation. Light snow!"

As soon as those words leave his mouth some kind of snow starts to fall lightly around them. The snow looks to be green and somewhat digital.

The closer they get to the end of the hall, the louder the sounds are. Saihara can make out yelling and lots of thudding.

There's definitely a fight going on, Saihara concludes.

"When we enter, they won't be able to see us. Dazai-san and Atsushi-kun will see the snow and realize it's time to escape. You two are mainly here for backup and to convince your friends to come with us if Atsushi-kun fails to do so.

Saihara and Komaeda nod and the three of them enter the main hall.

The scene unfolding in front of Saihara's eyes was unbelievable. If he hadn't dealt with such unusual circumstances before he wouldn't have believed it at all.

Atsushi and the brown-haired man he assumes to be Hinata are both fighting against black tendrils. The tendrils are coming from a familiar-looking man's black coat. He's using them to hold himself above them everyone else and launching tendrils at rapid speed.

Dazai is standing off to the side watching the battle with a calculating glint in his eyes. Next to him stands... Ouma. It's him, alive and... not unharmed by still alive. Saihara stands there staring at him in shock.

He's... he's actually alive...

Komaeda is in a similar state when his eyes catch sight of Hinata. Both of them watch for a moment until a voice breaks through.

"I should've known you'd be a filthy traitor Mohouhan!" Akutagawa hisses.

"Well, what else do you expect after putting me through this hell?! And stop calling me that!" Hinata snaps back.

"I expected better! Pain and suffering makes you stronger! Don't you see? You would never be able to fight back against me if it weren't for that!" Akutagawa yells, his voice dripping with venom.

Hinata scoffs, "Oh please! That's a load of bullshit!"

"Oh really? What does the other one think?" Akutagawa smiles devilishly.

Hinata freezes in place and stares up at him, "That- That doesn't-"

"I noticed you talking to yourself a lot, at first I thought you were insane but I realized it has to do with your ability. So what does this... Kamukura you call it? What does it think?" Akutagawa asks viciously.

Hinata is about to reply but his mouth just hangs open. It's silent for a tense moment before Hinata yells breaking the quiet, "Not now! Shut up already I don't want to deal with you! Just leave me alone!" Hinata clutches his head, "Kamukura I don't care that you were just answering his question he can't even hear you! So why don't you just-"

His words are abruptly cut off into a gasp of pain. A dark tendril has found its way behind him and penetrated him right through the stomach. Hinata slowly falls to his knees holding his bleeding stomach as it falls silent once again.

"Hinata-kun!" A horrified shout from Atsushi breaks through. He snaps his attention back to Akutagawa and launches at him claws first, "I swear to god I'm going to kill you!" There's a power struggle between the two as claws slice through endless tendrils.

"You aren't going to assist your friends?" It takes Saihara a moment to realize it was Dazai speaking to none other than Ouma.

"Ehhhh I haven't really decided if I want to betray these guys yet. I'm sure they'll be fine anyway." Ouma replies nonchalantly.

"I need to get closer." Tanizaki whispers in frustration, breaking Saihara's concentration from the scene before him, "My ability can't reach them from here."

The three approach closer only for a sound behind them to cause them to freeze.

"What the hell is going on here?!" A short redhead wearing a hat calls out angrily as he stomps into the room right past the three of them thanks to Tanizaki's ability.

"Chuuya!" Dazai calls out, "Well if it isn't my favorite hat rack!"

Chuuya narrows his eyes, "Dazai! I should've known you were a part of this!"

At that moment Tanizaki rushes forward enveloping the hall in snow.

"What the?" Chuuya looks around in confusion, "Snow?"

"Well unfortunately it's time for my leave dear Chibi," Dazai singsongs, "I'm sorry we couldn't spend more time together!"

Though Saihara can still see him it's clear the mafia members cannot.

"What? Where the hell did he go?!" Chuuya shouts in anger.

Akutagawa looks around too, "The Jinko has vanished as well. Along with that filthy Mohouhan..."

Saihara watches as Atsushi hoists Hinata's unconscious and still bleeding body into his arms. He spots them and rushes over, careful to support Hinata's body.

"Could you guys please watch over Hinata-kun? I need to try and get Ouma-kun!" Atsushi's words spill out quickly. Before even waiting for a response he gently lowers Hinata's still form onto the floor in front of them before rushing towards Ouma who was currently assessing the situation with those all too familiar calculating eyes.

Atsushi reaches out and grabs Ouma's arm, "Ouma-kun come with me, we're gonna get you out of here."

Ouma doesn't even flinch at the sudden contact. His cold gaze reaches Atsushi's face and Saihara can practically see the sheer amount of reflection and planning behind his eyes.

"Oh great now the little brat disappeared too!" Chuuya growls, "Come on Akutagawa we have to sweep the area and find them!"

Atsushi growing more impatient and worried starts to tug on his arm, "Come on Ouma-kun! We need to hurry and escape!"

Ouma rips his arm from Atsushi's grip and narrows his eyes, "Gee I don't know Atsushi-kun! Despite the harsh conditions I receive a lot of benefits here y'know!"

Atsushi stares at him wide-eyed, "Ouma-kun what? What are you trying to say?"

"This place is more my tempo is all. Getting along and pretending to like people is soooo exhausting," he drawls, "Here though, I can tell it like it is. Besides this is the kind of shit I'm used to."

Atsushi's desperation clearly starts to grow, "Ouma-kun stop kidding around, you're being ridiculous! Just... please just come with me."

Ouma hums, "Hmm I don't know this place is kind of nice..."

Atsushi throws away any dignity and practically starts begging, "Ouma-kun listen to yourself! What about me and Hinata-kun? This is a mafia for Christ's sake! They kill people here!" He emphasizes the word kill harshly.

Ouma simply shrugs and replies in a chilling tone, "It's not like I haven't done it before either. This is nothing new to me."

Watching Atsushi practically beg causes something to break in Saihara. Without even thinking he makes his way forward toward them. He can vaguely hear Tanizaki calling after him but he barely hears it.

"Ouma-kun!" He snaps as he approaches, "Quit being difficult already! We need to leave now!"

Ouma stares at him in shock. His usually expressive features were frozen in shock before he starts laughing hysterically, "Oh god! I'm losing it now! You can't be here Saihara-chan! That's just not possible!"

Watching Ouma start to break and his facade crumble only steeled Saihara's resolve further, "Ouma-kun, please! It really is me, if you come with us I'll explain everything I can just please hurry."

As quickly as it had started Ouma's breakdown swiftly ended and his face returned to a blank expression. He stared at Saihara again before slowly approaching him. Saihara instinctively reaches a hand out toward him, an offer. Ouma stares at his hand in contemplation but slowly turns away.

"It's like things never get any easier huh Saihara-chan?" Ouma asks, facing away in a serious tone while Saihara drops his hand to his side.

"No... I suppose they don't but... We can figure this out together Ouma-kun, we don't have to go through this alone." Saihara replies with conviction lacing his tone as he remembers everything Ouma did all alone.

Ouma laughs quietly. "It's just like you to say something like that," he sighs, but it doesn't sound like he's annoyed. In fact, he sounds almost... fond? But that can't be right...

"Huh? What are you-" Saihara starts before he's interrupted.

"Such an anime protagonist line Saihara-chan! I mean jeez it was kind of embarrassing to hear you say something like that I wasn't sure how to react!" He laughs loudly and obnoxiously.

Saihara feels his face heat up in embarrassment, "Can you like not laugh at me? I was trying to be nice!"

Ouma keeps laughing before Saihara groans in annoyance, "Come on we don't have time for this let's go already! We need to be quick!" He turns back to rejoin the others and starts walking.

Saihara hadn't noticed before but Atsushi had quietly rejoined Tanizaki and Komaeda and was cradling Hinata's unconscious form in his arms. It takes Saihara a moment to realize that Dazai had vanished.

Wasn't he supposed to escape with us?

"What happened to Dazai-san?" He questions.

Tanizaki simply rolls his eyes, "I'm sure he had something important to take care of. He'll be fine, it's Dazai-san we're talking about after all."

Seeing Tanizaki's nonchalant reaction relaxes Saihara and he settles down into the comfortable silence. The six of them start hurrying toward the exit. Saihara notices Komaeda's gaze locked onto Hinata's bleeding body. He barely even blinks as he stares in contemplation.

"Do you think he'll die?" Komaeda asks, breaking the silence.

Atsushi looks panicked, "No! No way! Hinata-kun isn't going to die... he'll be fine..." He insists though it seems he was trying to convince himself as much as everyone else.

Saihara puts a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry, Yosano-san will fix him up as good as new."

Atsushi shoots him a half-smile, "Right. Of course. It'll be okay..."

"Hey!" A shout stops them in their tracks, "There you are!"

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The soft sound of waves crashing to the shore and the calls of seagulls are the first things Hinata notices as he slowly blinks his eyes open. The sun glares down at him from a bright blue sky. He feels sand underneath his fingertips and the salty air wafts around him. Slowly Hinata pushes himself up and a familiar sight greets him. Jabberwock Island... the beach...

Right... I need to meet everyone for breakfast at the restaurant. I need to hurry. ...

What need? Why... hurry? 

Hinata stands up and starts walking.

“Heya Hajime! You’re going the wrong way you dumb-dumb!” Monokuma calls, “We need to get to the student council room remember Izuru?”

The beach fades away into a dark basement-like room. Hinata stands there, paralyzed watching as the door slowly opens.

“Are you ready to complete your transformation Kamukura-san?”

...

“Are you feeling alright Hajime? You’ve been staring off into space for a while.” Kazuichi says worriedly, “What should we do? Do you know who could’ve killed Hajime?”

He stands on the trial grounds facing his fellow classmates. Right across from him stands Kamukura.

“Hey! Izuru are you paying attention?” Ouma snaps a hand in front of his face, “We gotta figure out who killed Izuru!”

“A body has been discovered!” Monokuma laughs maniacally.

Hinata stares emotionlessly down at the pool of blood around his body. His long hair is drenched in blood and his golden eyes stare lifelessly at the ceiling. He’s back in that dark room. Hinata reaches for himself but his dead hand stops him.

“Don’t.” His voice echoes and layers around him.

Despite that, he strains to reach himself.

“Stop!” His voice commands desperately.

Someone is crying. He feels the tears on his face and watches them pool on his body as his hand strains to reach.

“Please!” he pleads to himself, “This can’t be who you are!”

His hand finally grasps his hand.

Maybe it is.

His eyes snap open and he sits up in a panic. The swift movement causes a rush of blinding pain through his body and he yells out in shock. Black spots dance in front of his swimming vision and a ringing sound pierces his ears.

“-inata-kun?”

He breathes in quick and shallow as his head starts to pound and he clutches his stomach.

“Hinata-kun! Can you hear me?”

His vision starts to clear and the ringing in his ears starts to fade. As his eyes start to refocus he takes in the sight in front of him. White untamed hair, pale sickly skin, calculating pale green eyes...

“Komaeda...? What... Am I still dreaming... You... can’t be here.”

“Funny you should say that it’s the same thing I was thinking when I first saw you.” Komaeda chuckles lightly, “Rest assured you are awake now, though, I’m sure the pain makes you wish you weren’t.”

“What exactly is going on here? Where did everyone go?” Hinata asks in confusion, “The last thing I remember was being in the Port Mafia and fighting to escape... and... Atsushi-kun! Is he okay?”

Komaeda shrugs noncommittally, “Hm, I’m sure he is.”

“You mean you don’t know?!” Hinata asks in exasperation.

“Well I apologize but someone needed their useless self to be carried to safety,” Komaeda snarks, “Saihara-kun helped me of course, I mean, there’s no way someone as pathetic as me could do it myself. We’re like two useless peas in a pod Hinata-kun!”

“Don’t compare me to you,” Hinata grumbles in slight annoyance. 

“Anyway, I’m sure they’re fine. They’re all ultimates after all.” Komaeda said with a smile, clearly ignoring Hinata’s annoyance. 

Hinata wanted to snap at him but… as soon as those words left his mouth he’s whisked back in time to Jabberwock Island. All the time spent with Komaeda, all the time spent trying to understand him and listening to him ramble on and on about hope. Back then it was terrifying and surreal to meet someone so different from what he’s used to but hearing him speak now was almost… grounding. It was something familiar, it was finally something he was used to dealing with in this new world. Hinata can’t help but huff out a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. When had his life been turned so upside down that talking to Komaeda of all people was making him feel anything more than frustrated? 

“Something funny Hinata-kun?” Komaeda asks with a slight tilt of his head, “Why are you laughing?”

“No no, it’s nothing really,” Hinata waves a hand dismissively, “It’s just… hey hang on I just realized something. I never asked where we are. What is this place?” 

“Oh right. It’s the Armed Detective Agency’s infirmary, Yosano-san should be back with the rest of the group to fix your stomach.” He gestures to the bandages wrapped around Hinata’s waist.

“Oh yeah… that. Did you wrap these yourself?” He asks while fiddling slightly with them.

“Yes, I did, though I must apologize for the sloppy handiwork. Despite the amount of times I’ve bandaged myself up I can never seem to get it quite right. I wonder perhaps if this has to do with my luck…” Komaeda trails off thoughtfully.

Suddenly there was that feeling again. The warm feeling of familiarity, Hinata wanted to deny it but it was a welcome warmth after all the time he spent dealing with new and unknown things. It felt so… normal talking with Komaeda again. The thought makes him groan out loud and drop his head into his hands. 

“Are you okay Hinata-kun? I mean besides the giant hole in your stomach.” Komaeda clarifies with a smile. 

“Ugh, I don’t know. My thoughts are weird and jumbled right now,” Hinata mutters. 

“Ah. I understand the feeling, though you’re probably feeling like that due to the blood loss. Speaking of, how are you conscious right now? In my experience it should take way longer for you to wake up,” Komaeda says with a hum, “Though I guess a lot of things are different in this world huh?” 

Hinata immediately snaps his gaze toward the other man, “‘This world?’ What do you know about ‘this world?’” 

Komaeda puts his hands up placatingly, “Relax, why don’t you take a deep breath and calm down? I don’t know anything really, I was mostly just guessing.”

“Hm…” Hinata puts a hand up to his face in thought. 

“You know… I was hoping you might be able to shed some light on this situation, considering you made it through the killing game after all,” Komaeda says with a knowing gaze, “I’m sure you must have figured something out by now.” 

“Well…” Hinata awkwardly trails off. How was he supposed to explain something like this to Komaeda? How would he react? Would he panic? Would he react so negatively that it would set him off like it did in the killing game? How would it make him feel? That last thought has Hinata’s brain stall. Since when did he care how Komaeda felt? Why are all of his thoughts so goddamn confusing right now?

“Helloooo? Hinata-kun? Why are you thinking about it so much? Why the sudden hesitation?” Komaeda asks with a strange lilt in his voice. 

“Um… Well-” Before Hinata could answer the door barges open causing both of them to jump. 

“Komaeda-kun! You’ll never-” A set of pale golden eyes land on Hinata. The black-haired boy suddenly looks sheepish, “Oh I’m so sorry! If you were asleep that would’ve been an awfully rude awakening…” 

Hinata shrugs, “Nothing can be worse than the Monokuma announcement.”

The boy laughs quietly, “I hear that. Um anyway sorry to intrude, uh, Hinata-kun was it? My name is Shuichi Saihara, I’ve been traveling with Komaeda-kun for a little while.” 

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you. I hope he didn’t cause too much trouble for you…?” Hinata asks hopefully though deep down he knows Komaeda probably did something. 

“Well…” Saihara hesitates and then shakes his head, “It doesn’t really matter now anyway.”

“So he did do something then. Typical.” Hinata scoffs. 

“I just do what I believe is right. Is that so wrong?” Komaeda says with a glint in his eye.

Hinata feels a certain anger reserved for Komaeda start burning within him. All the pain and suffering this one man caused, all in the name of hope. It was almost too much to bear and remember but… the anger starts to reach a breaking point. 

“It is when you GET PEOPLE KILLED!” Hinata snaps with sudden rage, “Don’t try to make it out like it was in the name of hope or whatever, what you did was nothing more than fucked up.” 

The room is filled with a tense silence. Hinata doesn’t regret what he said but… 

I probably shouldn’t have snapped like that… especially not in front of that poor kid. 

Saihara is standing there looking awkward and uncomfortable. 

Komaeda is looking at Hinata with a disinterested expression, “Jeez Hinata-kun, always so quick to yell. I’m a little disappointed that you haven’t grown as a person.” 

“You have no right to judge me-!” 

“Guys!” Saihara cuts in, “I’m sorry to interrupt but I came in with some important news. Dazai-san messaged me saying that they should all arrive soon.” 

As if on cue the door to the agency can be heard opening in the distance and voices are muffled through the door. One loud voice in specific is clear enough to make out.

“Oh honey I’m home!!!” Ouma’s distinct voice rings out. 

Saihara has a complicated expression on his face while Hinata simply rolls his eyes. 

“Great it’s him again.” He sighs.

“Oh that’s right,” Saihara looks over at him, “You and Ouma-kun were traveling together for a while huh?” 

“Unfortunately.” 

“Heh, yeah he can be a little… much… Um… Do you know if he’s like… doing okay?” Saihara asks while rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

“I can’t read that kid at all. I’d love to tell you but honestly, I can’t really tell but… if I had to guess he’s as good as the rest of us are.” Hinata says with a shrug. 

“I see. So probably not great then…” Saihara says with a sigh. 

The door to the infirmary opens and in bounces Ouma with an excited expression.

“Hey Hinata-chan! I see that you’re still alive and kicking! I’m honestly shocked! Or is that a lie?” Ouma says with a joyous grin.

“Ouma-kun I’m too mortally wounded to deal with your shit right now so please refrain,” Hinata says while pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Aw come on! I’m just happy to see grumpy old Hinata-chan not dead!” Ouma exclaims.

“Uh Ouma-kun?” Saihara interjects, “Is Yosano-san back? Hinata-kun is probably in a lot of pain… and y’know…” 

“Hmmm…” Ouma says pretending to think about it, “Nope! She died valiantly in the fight! You should’ve been there… She leaped in front of me blocking what would’ve been a fatal hit… and then-!” 

The door opens and reveals a woman with short black hair, a skirt, a white shirt, and a butterfly clip in her hair. 

“What’s all this talk about me being dead?” She asks with a brow raised.

“Yosano-chan!” Ouma gasps in faux shock, “You’re back from the dead! I thought you were gone forever!” 

“What are you-” Yosano is abruptly cut off by Ouma flinging himself at her.

“WAAAAHHHHHHH YOU WERE SO BRAVE! THANK YOU FOR SACRIFICING YOURSELF FOR ME! I’M SO GLAD YOU MADE ITTTTTTTT!” Ouma wails. 

Yosano tries in vain to remove Ouma’s death grip around her waist as he sobs into her, “Christ kid get a grip what are you even on about?” 

Hinata is about to snap at him to knock it off but Saihara speaks before he can, “Ouma-kun stop lying and let the poor lady go, I know you can tell better lies than that anyway.” Saihara says with a slightly nervous smile. 

Almost instantly Ouma releases her and turns toward Saihara with a grin, “Aw ya got me again mister detective! You must be a genius or something! But that’s a lie, you’re like, totally average at best.” 

Saihara chuckles slightly, “Ouma-kun that’s-”

“But alas!” Ouma swiftly interrupts him with a dramatic flourish, “I shall do better with the next lie, just for you dearest detective!” 

“Okay as… interesting as this all is,” Yosano cuts in, “I need to operate on this patient before he bleeds out. So everyone get out.” 

Everyone gets up to leave but Hinata calls out before they do, “Hang on! Before you all leave, I think we need to all… talk to each other about… y’know before. Maybe we can figure something out.” 

Saihara nods enthusiastically, “That’s a great idea Hinata-kun. After you’re all treated and feeling better the four of us can meet up and find someplace to talk. How does that sound?” 

Komaeda hums, “Well I can’t say I’m not curious so I’m more than willing to go.” 

Ouma sighs dramatically, “I don’t know guys seems like a hassle. I’m not sure if I can really make it this time. Got important supreme leader meetings and all that.” 

Hinata rolls his eyes with a groan, “Ouma-kun you literally have nothing better to do. If you don’t come I will drag you with us myself, injury be dammed.” 

Ouma fakes a frightened expression and ducks behind Saihara, “D-did you hear that Saihara-chan? Hinata-chan’s gonna be a big bully and drag my poor fragile self!” 

God this kid really reminds him of Saionji sometimes. 

“Well… he won’t do it if you come willingly so…” 

“Man you guys drive a hard bargain,” Ouma says with a grin, his mood drastically shifted from before, “I guess I have no choice!” 

“Okay now that that’s all settled can you all go already?” Yosano says with narrowed eyes. 

Everyone files out the door leaving just Hinata and the doctor. 

“My god, how did you handle that little brat for more than a few hours?” She asks him, “I swear trying to work with him in that fight took years off my life.” 

“It took a lot of endurance,” Hinata replies with a grimace.

“It’s like having a teenage version of Ranpo…” She says in exasperation, “And he’s already plenty to deal with.” 

“So… how long until I’m ready to move again?” Hinata asks, switching the subject away from this Ranpo person and back to something he’s more familiar with. 

“Hm. Shouldn’t be long with my ability,” She contemplates, “Now I’m not sure if anyone explained how it works but for me to fix anything you need to be on death’s door so…” 

Before Hinata can react she pulls out a comically large cleaver and holds it above her head, “Brace for impact!” 

The cleaver swings down and before he can even scream his vision goes dark. 

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Saihara was feeling nothing but exhausted, he sighed and leaned against a wall at the far back of the agency. Granted, he hadn’t fought, it wasn’t really his strong suit, but emotionally… he was drained. Carrying someone’s unconscious and bleeding body was a lot to deal with but nothing was more difficult than seeing Ouma again. He knew it was going to happen but… still. Actually seeing him alive and talking… acting like nothing had changed was almost too much. Luckily, he didn’t have much time to stress about it as too much was happening. Hinata was a nice enough guy and seemed to be a take-charge kind of person. Honestly, it was a relief. While Saihara could be a leader if he had to, he’d much rather take a back seat. Though he doesn’t know the details, he and Komaeda obviously had a tense and strained relationship. Or maybe complicated was the best way to describe it? Regardless, he could understand why, I mean, it wasn’t that much different than how it was between him and Ouma. So many complications, he didn’t even know where to begin. Well besides the meeting Hinata had set up before going into surgery. Speaking of, the amount of screaming coming from the infirmary was concerning but no one else seemed to acknowledge it. Which was way more concerning but who was he to question things anymore. 

“Saihara-chan!” Ouma’s familiar voice rings out as he bounds over, “This place is way funner than the Port Mafia!” 

Komaeda strolls up with him, “I was just introducing him to everyone. He seems to have taken a liking to Ranpo-san.” 

“He’s like an older version of me! The big brother I always wanted… but never had…” Ouma says with a sad sigh while wiping a nonexistent tear away.

“Oh well, that’s… good. I’m glad you like it here Ouma-kun.” Saihara said with an awkward smile. 

He had mixed feelings about Ranpo, to say the least. The man was clearly gifted and clever but was definitely very childish. He was also quite egotistical and selfish at times and… oh my god he was literally Ouma. Not down to a T but the resemblance was almost uncanny when comparing traits. He would like to say that at least Ouma was nicer to him but…

“Helloooo? Earth to Saihara-chan? Did your little brain finally fry?” Ouma suddenly gasps, “Was the thought of having two of me just too much to bear? Why I can’t help but feel slightly offended by that!”

“Ouma-kun,” Saihara interrupts, “I just got lost in thought, that’s all. Though, the thought of dealing with two of you is kind of… a lot.” 

“He admits it! Saihara-chan can only deal with one of me… even though I ask for so little!” Ouma says with a dramatic sigh. 

“Right. Like any of us believe that.” A new voice butted in.

“Oh, Hinata-kun!” Komaeda speaks up, sounding mildly pleased, “It’s nice to see you not bleeding out. How are you feeling?” 

“Well, the procedure was something to be desired but other than that I feel perfectly fine. Also side note; don’t get injured here. Ever.” Hinata says in warning. 

“Yeah, I heard all the screaming… Are you sure you’re okay?” Saihara asks hesitantly. 

“The less I think about what happened the better,” Hinata says with a shudder.

“Wellll theeeeeen.” Ouma drawls, “Since we’re all here now, is it time for our super secret meeting?” 

“It’s not exactly a secret,” Hinata says, “But yeah. The four of us should definitely talk.” 

Saihara nods in agreement, “Right. We could head over to my and Komaeda’s room. It would be better if the Agency members didn’t hear… that would just complicate things I think.” 

“Good thinking Saihara-chan! I guess your brain isn’t fried after all!” Ouma cheers. 

“Alright just follow me,” Saihara says brushing off what Ouma had said. As the four of them head out the door Saihara feels multiple pairs of eyes watching them. As he glances around he confirms each of them, Ranpo who stares with a curious glint in his eyes, Dazai who shoots him a knowing smile, and Atsushi who watches in concern. Saihara leans toward Hinata and murmurs, “Do you think we should tell them about it? Atsushi-kun at the very least…” 

Hinata hums in thought before replying quietly, “Maybe at some point. We don’t want to overcomplicate things but they might be able to help us. I mean if we can trust them at least.” 

Saihara nods in agreement and the rest of the journey is silent, almost solemn in a sense. 

They reach the destination and Saihara unlocks the door and lets everyone in, “It’s a bit small but make yourselves at home.”

Everyone gathers around and sits in the empty space on the floor, in a semi-circle. The arrangement seems to have subconsciously had each of them sitting next to the person they are the most used to. It’s silent for a moment before Ouma speaks up, “Wow this is almost feeling like a class trial again! Who died this time?” 

 Saihara elbows him lightly at the sight of Hinata frowning. 

“Let’s not make this feel so tense!” Saihara exclaims, “We can just start by re-introducing ourselves. I’m Shuichi Saihara, I’m known as the Ultimate Detective.” 

And just like that, the tension slowly seeps away as Ouma declares his name next, “Kokichi Ouma! Bow before the Ultimate Supreme Leader peasants!” 

Hinata snorts, “Oh please that can’t be an actual title.” 

Saihara laughs lightly, “I thought the same thing when I first met him.” 

Ouma gasps in shock, “Why I’d expect this from grumpy old Hinata-chan but my beloved Saihara-chan too? How dare you doubt me!” 

“Only at the beginning, I believe you now.” Saihara raises his hands placatingly. 

“Alright alright, sorry for doubting you O’ great one,” Hinata says with an eye-roll, “Quit your pouting now.” 

Ouma grins, “Okay! I wasn’t even upset anyway! Or was that a lie?” 

Hinata rolls his eyes once again, “Let’s get this over with before I get another headache. My name is Hajime Hinata and I’m… I don’t technically have an Ultimate talent…” He grumbles that last part. 

“You don’t have a talent?” Saihara asks.

“Not exactly? It’s pretty complicated. I can try and explain it but it won’t make sense without some background.” 

Saihara nods, “Okay perhaps later then. Komaeda-kun? It’s your turn.” 

“I’m Nagito Komaeda. The Ultimate Lucky Student, though I’m not a student anymore really.” He says with an easy smile. 

“Yeah, just how old are you and Hinata? Why would they put boring old people in a killing game?” Ouma asks with a grin. 

Hinata and Komaeda share a look before quietly conversing, “How old would we be now? Like 20? 21?” 

“Yeah, that’s about what I’d guess.” 

“Anyway,” Hinata straightens up, “We were students in our game… Well, kind of. I’ll try and explain it later.” 

“Okay then. What should we discuss next…” Saihara ponders. 

“How about the biggest elephant in the room?” Ouma butts in, “How we were all in a killing game and may or may not have survived!” 

“Well, I was going to lead up to that but I guess there’s no choice now…” Saihara sighs, “Ouma-kun and I were part of the same killing game. I made it to the end and Ouma-kun…”

“I should be dead! Squashed flat like a pancake!” Ouma declares. 

“Christ thanks for the visual,” Hinata says with a grimace, “Komaeda and I are from the same one as well. I made it to the end and he killed himself for no reason.” 

“Now now Hinata-kun I believe I made my reason clear. Don’t tell me you never figured it out.” Komaeda drones his voice dripping with venom. 

“Tch. Of course, I figured it out. You wanted to kill all of us and keep the “traitor” alive. Great job with that plan, by the way, all you did was make us lose two more people!” Hinata growls. 

Komaeda simply shrugs with a cold smile, “If you want me to apologize I see no reason to. Besides, I’m sure most of you were relieved with my departure.” 

“You-!” Hinata snaps before stopping himself, “Just forget it! I’m not doing this right now.” 

The tension was back and stronger than ever causing Saihara to nervously bite his lip. 

What to do about that… We all need to work together but they’ll constantly be fighting unless we figure something out… 

“Jeez! Relax you two we still have a ton to talk about y’know!” Ouma groans in annoyance, “If you two keep this up we’ll never get anywhere!” 

Hinata takes a deep breath and lets it out, “Okay fine. Let’s talk then. I’ll go through the story of our killing game and then you can go next alright? Maybe we can figure something out from there.”

Saihara feels a wave of relief wash over him, “Yeah! Yes. That sounds good. You can start whenever you’re ready.” 

Hinata takes a moment and steels himself, “Okay it all started at Hope’s Peak Academy. Or what I thought was Hope’s peak academy.” 

Hinata launches into a tale about waking up on a peaceful beach, how nice it had been before Monokuma had arrived. The way everyone feared for their lives. He described each of his classmates in detail with a fondness in his voice, it was clear he cared deeply about them despite anything that had happened. Then came Komaeda’s betrayal, revealed in the first trial. He went through each trial, who had died and who had killed. He described the executions in detail, face shadowed with dark memories. He explained each clue they found and how they got closer and closer to the truth but how they never figured it out quickly enough. He started to explain the fun house and Saihara’s stomach curled in disgust. How cruel it was to force them to resort to the animalistic need to survive for food. Everything from here after a man named Gundham’s execution was complete chaos. Komaeda blowing things up and threatening them. How hard they all worked and the panic they experienced. The clues that led them to the warehouse after the bomb fake out. 

“Then, all too suddenly, everything was set aflame. We all panicked and gathered fire grenades to put it out but to no avail. We were ushered out by Monokuma and only let back in after everything had cleared up. Upon entering everything was burned and destroyed but nothing could prepare us for what we saw in the back.” 

Hinata swallows, his voice thick with emotion, “It was Komaeda. But all of his limbs were tied up and it looked as if he had been tortured, there were lacerations all over his arms and legs. A knife stabbed into his hand and a spear stabbed into his stomach. But the thing I remember most was the tape over his mouth and his haunted expression. It’s seared into my mind…” 

Hinata lets out a shuddering breath, “Sorry give me a moment…” 

“It’s alright… Take your time.” Saihara reassures, knowing he will struggle with his own recount of events. He glances at Komaeda and notices his complicated expression. It seemed as if he were almost at war with himself at that moment. He then glances at Ouma who had been shockingly quiet this whole time. He has a blank expression, though his eyes showed complicated thoughts going through his mind. He catches Saihara’s gaze and grins, “Quite the tale huh? How many trials did you solve before Hinata revealed the truth?” 
Saihara shakes his head, “This isn’t a game Ouma-kun, I wasn’t trying to solve them. I was trying to understand everyone. Including Hinata-kun and Komaeda-kun… It’s all very complicated.” 

“I agree! But you have to admit that third trial was pretty out there, I mean how did she manage to do all that stuff?” Ouma says.

“It’s not like some of our trials weren’t either, specifically when you were involved,” Saihara replies in mild annoyance. 

“Okay,” Hinata interrupts before Ouma can reply, “I’ll go ahead and finish the story.”

Hinata goes on to explain in great detail the investigation and trial of Komaeda’s death. How difficult it was for them to figure it out, and how complicated Komaeda had made it. How they had thought he killed himself but he set it up to kill all of them and keep his true killer alive. Someone who had unwillingly killed him, someone Komaeda deemed to be the only one worthy to live. Hinata’s voice thickens with emotion once again as he describes how he struggled with accepting the truth. How she had insisted they vote for her and keep living. Hinata’s eyes start to cloud and fill with tears as he talks about her execution and how empty he and the others had felt after the trial. How hopeless everything had seemed. He then gets into the part that catches Saihara’s attention the most. The glitching and how the whole world seemed to basically fall apart. Then came the investigation of the biggest mystery. Hinata described each piece of evidence and Saihara slowly started putting it all together. Then came the final trial, where they faced a girl named Junko. Everything they had learned came to a head. A man named Makoto Naegi appeared to help them, then two more Kyoko Kirigiri, and Byakuya Togami, the real one this time. It was revealed that they were the remnants of despair, under Junko’s control. Hinata talked about all the horrid things they had done, murder and even cutting off their own limbs and replacing them with Junko’s, and how shocked they all were. 

Saihara notices Komaeda subconsciously holding his left hand during this part of the story before tucking it away in his pocket. 

Well, that explains that I suppose. 

It was hard to believe but it was the truth. If that wasn’t enough apparently there was something more, concerning Hinata himself. 

“I still remember her words clearly… You’re Izuru Kamukura. I couldn’t believe it, I mean how could I? It was impossible but…” 

Hinata shakes his head, “It was true. I was just a reserve course student with no talent at all. I was picked out to receive an Ultimate talent. I let myself be fooled into it… I just wanted to be special like everyone else… I was blinded by admiration and jealousy. What they did to me… I still don’t want to think about it. They destroyed my brain and broke me apart to create a completely different person, one with every talent known to man, one they deemed, the Ultimate Hope.” 

Hinata shudders in horror and subconsciously reaches up a hand to his forehead. Saihara could barely make out the distorted and scarred skin hidden beneath his hand. He can’t help but feel a rush of sympathy for the man in front of him, having to go through all of that… he can’t even imagine it. “I still haven’t really come to terms with it.” He admits quietly, “I’m not sure how to…” 

Now would be a great time for someone to comfort him but Saihara wasn’t entirely sure how. A situation like this can’t be resolved with just a couple of kind words. The other two seem to be struggling similarly, both unsure of what they can do. Before anyone can make a move Hinata lets out a deep sigh, “Sorry about that. I’ll finish the rest,” He says not meeting anyone’s gaze. 

He described how their friends were stuck in a vegetative state. How Junko planned to take them over. How Hinata could’ve been erased. He describes seeing Nanami and breaking through the despair towards a brighter future, one they could create themselves. They all broke through and made their decisions. It was over and Hinata thanked Nanami on his way out saying his farewells to his friends and promising to see each other on the other side. 

“But then, instead of Jabberwock Island, the real one this time, I woke up in this world, with Ouma-kun staring over me.” 

Hinata wipes away some of the tears that have been shed throughout his story, “But that’s pretty much it for the killing game. I guess I can explain what happened with Ouma-kun and Atsushi-kun after if you’d like…”

“No need,” Saihara cuts in, “You can take a breather and collect yourself. We can talk about what happened in this world later.” 

Hinata shoots him a grateful smile, “Okay, sounds good. Thanks, Saihara-kun.” 

“No problem,” He returns the smile, “I suppose it’s my turn to talk about our game… In fact, some of the things you mentioned came up in ours too…”

I wonder just how linked our situations really are.

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Hinata leans back with a low sigh. Saihara had decided to give everyone a moment to themselves before starting his story. Hinata had talked for a long while, explaining everything that had happened to them. It was necessary, if not incredibly draining for him to do. Saihara, Ouma, and Komaeda had thankfully stayed pretty much quiet throughout the whole ordeal. He was glad that there was no interruption honestly. If there had been he wasn’t sure he would be able to finish the story. It almost felt like reliving it, the wound was still fresh in his scarred and broken memory. It was almost too much to handle. But it had to be done. He can only really be glad that he’s done talking for now. Another thankful silence had been from Kamukura. Hinata hadn’t heard him say a word in a while. He almost felt a little concerned. Almost. Hinata shakes the thought away, in an attempt to ignore the larger emotions that threaten to suffocate him. And it seems like he’s not the only one. A quick glance at Komaeda shows that he too is currently struggling. It couldn’t have been easy for him either. 

Ugh. That’s not what I want to be thinking about either. 

The thought is there but… he can’t help sneaking another glance. Komaeda is staring down at his, no, Junko’s hand with a dark glint in his eyes. Quickly his gaze snaps up and meets Hinata’s. 

“Hinata-kun…” Komaeda trails off.

“…What is it?” Hinata asks. 

Komaeda lets out a wheezy chuckle, “This is going to be a bit of a weird question but… do you think cutting this hand off will kill me?”

…

“What?! Why the hell are you asking something like that? It definitely could kill you! There’s a ton of surgical preparation you’d need to do, and measures to take to make sure you don’t bleed out! Plus all the nerves and bones-” 

Komaeda lets out a laugh, “I suppose you’re right but… I did do it once before apparently. Just makes you wonder.”

“No, it absolutely does not make you wonder! Don’t do anything stupid Komaeda, we still don’t know enough about this world, and not to mention your luck, you seriously might die.” 

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were worried about me,” Komaeda says with an easy smile. 

“Wh-” Hinata cuts himself off and shoots a glare at Komaeda’s infuriating expression.

“Listen asshole, I already had to deal with tons of people dying, including you, so excuse me for not wanting to let it happen again.” He snaps. 

Komaeda looks at him wide-eyed, “Are you serious?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I’m serious!” Hinata huffs out in exasperation. 

“Huh... You really don’t want me dead? Are you sure?” Komaeda asks with such genuine shock and curiosity that Hinata can’t help but gape in surprise. 

“Are you serious? None of us wanted you dead! Listen, Komaeda, you may have done some really really fucked up stuff but never once did I wish you were dead. Much less for you to die in such a… gruesome way.” Hinata finishes with a barely repressed shudder. Anytime he thought of Komaeda’s body, he felt sick to his stomach, with a horrible feeling of dread overtaking him. 

“You really are a strange person Hinata-kun. Far too kind, especially to someone like me.” Komaeda says softly. 

Hinata didn’t think he was being particularly kind. Not wanting someone dead seems like the bare minimum but… seeing how happy it made Komaeda look he was reluctant to voice these thoughts. Before he can say anything else a ridiculously loud air horn sounds off causing both of them to jump.

“Agh!” Saihara says with his hands over his ears. He shoots a look toward Ouma who has a wide grin on his face, “I let you borrow my phone for two minutes and this is what you decide to do?” 

“You really should know better by now Saihara-chan!” Ouma says wagging his finger, “Besides~ I needed to get everyone’s attention somehow! The floor is yours Saihara-chan, wow us with your riveting storytelling!” Ouma exclaims excitedly. 

“… That was the only way you could think of?” Saihara shakes his head, “Okay well since everyone’s ready and paying attention,” he shoots another look at Ouma, “I suppose I should begin…” 

Hinata and Komaeda share a glance before giving Saihara their undivided attention. 

“It all started with me being jammed into a locker…” 

Saihara continues to detail a familiar picture, sixteen talented students trapped in a school. He describes meeting Monokuma and his Monokubs, the notion of those things existing causes Hinata to shudder in horror. He talks very fondly of his classmates and how much they inspired him, especially a girl named Kaede Akamatsu. It makes it all the more worse when he explains how the first trial went. His voice gets heavy with emotion as he describes their first taste of an execution.

“It’s not something I could ever forget… no matter how much I want to…” his voice wavers and a few stray tears slide down his face, “I think that was the moment I truly understood the meaning of despair…” 

He then goes onto talk about the rest of the game, each trial, each death and everything horrible and good that had happened in between. As he talked about his friendship with Harukawa and Momota, Saihara’s expression turns forlorn and nostalgic. Hinata feels a twisted sense of camaraderie, someone just like him, who went through the same horrors of watching his friends die around him… It was a horrible thing to think but… it was kind of comforting to have someone like that here in this new world. 

“Y’know I was thinking about this while you explained the virtual world but… we had something called the Neo World Program too, though it was pretty different…” 

The Neo World Program Saihara describes is… far less impressive than the one that Hinata’s game was hosted in. Iruma’s death was surprising but it couldn’t even compare to the chaos and tragedy that the class trial devolved into. 

“Then… Ouma-kun told us all that it was Gokuhara who was the blackened. None of us believed him… how could we? But it was true.” Saihara says in a muted tone as more tears trail down his cheeks, “Not a single one of us was left with a dry face by the end of it…” 

Things only seemed to quickly go downhill after that. Ouma’s behavior was growing increasingly erratic and everyone else was on edge. They were then shown the horrors of the outside world or what they thought was the outside world at the time. Ouma’s control and takeover of school, his claim to be one behind it all and everything else. It wasn’t until a little bit later that another body was to be discovered.

“It was horrible… the hydraulic press, all the blood splattered everywhere. We had all hoped it was over… just for it to happen again.” 

The whole trial was a complete mess of chaos. No one, not even Monokuma knew who truly lived and who truly died. It was a secret that only the blackened and the victim knew. He describes the struggle to uncover the truth and how Saihara had figured it out but was ready to lie to keep the charade going, but then, Momota revealed himself to be alive and stopped the trial in it’s tracks. 

“So that’s what happened. I should’ve known that idiot Momota-chan would mess my perfect plan up…” Ouma who had been uncharacteristically listening black-faced and silent finally spoke up, “I really should’ve known better than to entrust him with this. Hm, I guess it’s really your fault for figuring it out Mr. Detective, you’re even smarter than I thought!” 

“Ouma-kun… I know that you’re going to have a lot to say about this but… can you wait till the end? I just want to get through this without any issues.” Saihara asks quietly, attempting to keep his voice even. 

Ouma tilts his head, “Oh? Is my commentary bothering you? Well that’s just rude! Buuuuut… I guess I’ll let it slide this time. Only cause I wanna hear what happens next though!” 

Hinata rolls his eyes at the blatant childish rudeness but Saihara simply smiles, “Thank you Ouma-kun.” 

Saihara continues his explanation but when he reaches Momota’s execution he seems to be just barely keeping it together. His voice wavers and threatens to break at any moment. Unable to hold it back anymore Saihara starts to cry, not just a few tears, but full on crying.

“I’m sorry…” he sobs, “Just reliving all of this has been too much for me… Sorry… I know I shouldn’t cry about it.” 

“It’s alright Saihara-kun.” Hinata insists softly with a warm smile, “Like you told me, take your time with it, we can wait.” 

Saihara gives him a weak smile, “Right… Thank you. Heh if Kaito was here he’d be telling me to ‘Man Up!’ and that ‘Crying doesn’t solve anything sidekick!’” He laughs lightly. 

Hinata pats him on the back as he calms himself down.,“It’s okay to cry Saihara-kun. We’ve all been through a lot, there’s no shame in feeling sad about it.” 

“Yeah… you’re right. I just wish I wasn’t so emotional.” He sighs rubbing at his eyes, “Ugh now my eyeliner’s gonna smudge…”

“I knew you were wearing eyeliner! You emo bastard Saihara-chan! I bet you’re wearing mascara too!” Ouma butts in with a grin. 

“No actually, just eyeliner… My eyelashes just look like this naturally…” He says with a slightly embarrassed blush. 

“Whaaaat? No way! You can’t lie to me Saihara-chan!” Ouma argues. 

“Well… you should know if I’m lying right?” Saihara says with a teasing smile. 

“Hmmmph.” Ouma pouts, “Fine so your not lying. Not fair to have such nice eyelashes though…” 

“Come on they aren’t that great…” Saihara says, clearly embarrassed. 

“No no,” Hinata says, “He has a point, it is unfair.” 

“Okay, okay I get it... I’m lucky to have nice eyelashes I guess?” Saihara says with an embarrassed flush, “Let’s just… get back on track and not talk about this anymore. I’ll finish the story now…” 

Hinata chuckles and nods, “Alright then, carry on.” 

Saihara let’s out a breath and continues his tale. The end of Momota’s trial spelt the beginning of disaster for the rest of the survivors. Kiibo had malfunctioned and defected, wanting to destroy the whole school and everyone in it. All of them needed to work together for one final class trial, to expose the mastermind and the truth behind Akamatsu’s trial. The trial was long and complicated with many twists and turns. It was later revealed to be Shirogane was behind it all. Along with the fact that most of what they had been told was a lie which was very on theme. Apparently their whole game was part of a TV show known as the Danganronpa series, and it was the 53rd installment. 

“Ummm… another thing that happened was Shirogane cosplaying as various Danganronpa characters… including you and Komaeda-kun.” 

“What? That doesn’t make any sense. Are you sure it was us?” Hinata asks in disbelief. 

“Yeah it was. When I first met you both I thought you were familiar but now I realize why…” Saihara trails off, “It’s weird she was able to cosplay you guys…”

“Well then the answer is obvious! Shirogane-chan was a big ol’ liar! It’s not really that surprising is it? I mean she lied about tons of other stuff!” Ouma exclaims. 

“Yeah, that or… she really thought it was a TV show. There was a lot of mind altering going on so… that would make sense too.” Saihara mutters in thought. 

“Always trying to see people’s better sides huh Saihara-chan? That’s what I hate most about you! Or is that a lie?” Ouma laughs. 

“Well anyway, there’s only a little bit left to explain.” Saihara says with sigh. 

The rest of the story boils down to Saihara breaking through and convincing the ‘audience’ to end Danganronpa. Kiibo then proceeds with their decision to destroy everything and everyone left. Saihara and the final two survivors fully expected to die there with the mastermind but that wasn’t the case… 

“We had survived. It seemed the audience wanted us to live or at least that’s what we thought at the time. I was ready to move forward but then… everything went black and I woke up in an alleyway with Komaeda-kun. Uh… yeah that’s it I guess…” He lets out a breath, “That was… a lot.”

“I hear that.” Hinata grunts, “Really sucked having to talk about it all again.” 

“Yeah…” Saihara sighs, “Well at least we’re done recapping now. Except for what happened to us when we got here I guess.” 

“Oh oh oh!” Ouma exclaims, “I wanna explain that one! It’s my turn to tell the story!” 

“Yeah I can explain our side too Saihara-kun. I think you need a little bit of a break.” Komaeda says kindly. 

“Oh uh yeah sure. That would be great. Thanks.” Saihara replies somewhat surprised but not any less sincerely. 

“Me first though!” Ouma announces before quickly launching into an explanation of his and Hinata’s experience. Hinata had to cut in a few times to call out his lies but other than that the story went off without a hitch. 

Quickly after, Komaeda explains what happened with him and Saihara with Saihara only jumping in a couple times to clear things up. Once everything is said and done an awkward silence befalls the group.

“I mean…” Ouma breaks the silence, “You have to admit that’s it’s pretty cool we all have powers now. Like I can make you guys do stuff!”

“Psh. You try having some asshole talk in your head. It gets ridiculously annoying.” Hinata says in annoyance. 

“So you can hear Kamukura-san in your head then? I feel as if you should be more appreciative to having the Ultimate Hope speak to you.” Komaeda chides lightly. 

“Tell me that when you have to hold a conversation with him.” Hinata snarks. 

“I mean it is kind of cool,” Saihara cuts in, attempting to stave of the tension from building again, “Though I was surprised when I heard a voice affirming lies and truth.” 

“Maaan what a boring power!” Ouma says with an unimpressed stupor, “Makes it really boring to try and lie to you now.” 

“Well… I’m not entirely sure how it works but I think I have to specifically activate it somehow. Don’t worry, I won’t use it on you, I just need to understand you as a person to see through your lies.” Saihara assures him with a smile, “Wouldn’t want it to be boring right?” 

Ouma is quiet for a moment before he rolls his eyes with a harsh expression, “Wow, you really don’t understand anything do you Saihara-chan?”

Saihara’s expression falls for a moment before Ouma keeps speaking now with a grin, “But that’s a lie! You get me the most and that’s the truth!” 

The relief is evident on Saihara’s face and Hinata can’t help but feel bad for the emotional whiplash the poor kid went through. 

“You guys are lucky you got useful powers. Meanwhile, I’m still stuck with my same old problems. What rotten luck.” Komaeda says in a defeated tone.

“Yeah that does suck…” Hinata amends, “Sorry you still have to deal with it even in these programs.” 

“I’m used to it by now. Speaking of, my luck has been really good recently so I have to advise all of you to stay away from me until my bad luck kicks back and ruins everything again.” Komaeda states cheerily, “Really you guys could die.” 

“That… Just because you got cured, which is great by the way, doesn’t mean your bad luck will kick in, maybe things are different here.” Hinata attempts to reassure him though he has a feeling the effort is futile. 

“Thanks for trying to cheer me up but it’s useless. I’m bound by luck.” Komaeda says with an empty smile, “It doesn’t matter what world we’re in now.” 

“Speaking of” Saihara cuts in, “I think we need to discuss what exactly is going on with ‘this world’ now.” 

“I have a theory.” Komaeda says with a hum, “Though it might not be true and I don’t expect someone like me to understand better than you guys…” 

“Just spit it out.” Hinata grumbles irritably. 

“Alright then,” Komaeda says with a smile, “I think we might still be in the Neo World Program. I also think that Saihara-kun and the others in that game were in a Neo World Program of their own.” 

“Interesting…” Saihara says thoughtfully, “I can see where you’re coming from though. Seeing Ouma-kun alive definitely points to that or at least a similar situation.”

“I see. But what about this?” Ouma says, “If we’re still in the Neo World Program I could still be dead and this is just my conciousness leftover in the system.” 

“If that’s true, then it’s the same for Komaeda-kun and the others who died in the game. They just need to be revived, and they will be if I can help it.” Hinata replies. 

“Okay so all of us were in a system and Shirogane lied about it to give us more despair I guess? She was pretty obsessed with that…” Saihara summarizes, “So how come after the game we all ended up in another world? Or is it like a secondary program or something…?” 

“That’s a good question. It’s strange that no one, not even Junko would mention a secondary program like this…” Komaeda trails off in thought. 

I can explain that. 

The familiar but unexpected voice causes Hinata to jump. 

“Oh there you are Kamukura. I was wondering why you were so quiet.” Hinata says with a familiar annoyance,“I was enjoying the peace…” 

“What did he say?” Komaeda says with a glow in his eyes. 

Hinata feels a spike of annoyance from Komaeda’s obsessive interest in the Ultimate Hope. 

“He says he can explain some of our situation.” Hinata mutters, “So explain away Kamukura, I’ll summarize for the rest of them.” 

Basically, since I was the one who implemented Junko into the Neo World Program, I was also able to add whatever else I wanted into it. If the students were able to graduate, I decided to run a little experiment of my own. I created this second step in the program as a final test. I allowed retained memories and had the system put people who were most at odds with each other into different worlds. I wanted to see how each individual would interact and if they could work together to adjust. A final test of each person as an individual, if they deserved the hope they so desperately clung onto. 

“…Seriously…?” Hinata asks in disbelief, “Have I ever told you that I hate you Kamukura?” 

I believe you’ve made that clear, yes.

Hinata groans in annoyance, “Okay whatever. Let me summarize it for you guys.” 

After his brief explanation everyone takes a moment to mull it over.

“Okay then… so does Kamukura know how we can get out of this world?” Saihara asks. 

“Well Kamukura? And while your at it explain why you didn’t tell me any of this sooner.” Hinata says, impatience lacing his tone.

I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to. Obviously. As for escaping this world… I don’t wish to share that either.

“Of course you don’t want to tell us,” Hinata grumbles, “I’m not surprised.” 

“Wow Kamukura really is a big meanie, not wanting to help us.” Ouma laments, “Maybe we should ask the people of this world for help. Let them do the hard work.” 

“That might be a good idea…” Saihara replies, “Honestly I’m not really sure where to start.”

“Okay, so we’ll try and get the agency to help us then, since Kamukura has decided to be a douchebag.” Hinata nods, “Sounds good to me. I get a good feeling from most of them, and it would be easier than just having the four of us struggle.”

“So we have to figure it out ourselves,” Komaeda says dreamily, “A wonderful fight against despair once again…” 

“I’ve have enough of that for a lifetime, thank you very much.” Hinata says with an eye-roll. 

“Yeah reliving it all was enough for me too…” Saihara says half-heartedly, “I hope to never do that again…”

“We might have to if we plan on entrusting the agency to help us…” Hinata points out. 

“Oh right…” Saihara sighs in disappointment. 

“Well… maybe we can put it off for a bit, I’m not too excited about it either.” Hinata says reassuringly. 

“Fear not, our newest friends! No explanation is required!” A voice calls out before the door slams open revealing… Dazai? At least Hinata thinks that’s his name. 

“Dazai-san?!” Saihara exclaims.

Nailed it.

“What are you doing here?” 

“DAZAI!” An angry looking blond man storms in, “You were supposed to let Atsushi-kun go in first! Since they trust him most!” 

Atsushi soon follows looking sheepish, “It’s okay Kunikida-kun really. Uh, hi guys? How’s it going?”

“What… what the hell are you all doing here?” Hinata asks. 

“Well,” Dazai hums, “We used your provided phone to listen in on your ‘private conversation.’ It’s pretty advanced technology, custom designed by us! Sorry about that by the way, but we had to make sure there was no plotting going on, especially with these ex-mafia members here!” 

“Like your one to talk,” Kunikida grumbles angrily, “You’re just like them!” 

“Jeez Kunikida-kun are you still on about that? I told you all that like… five minutes ago, get over it already.” Dazai says waving a hand. 

Kunikida looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel before Saihara swiftly cuts in, “So you all know our situation then? And you… believe us?”

“Well of course! Ranpo-san could tell if you were lying and not to mention, it was pretty clear you guys don’t belong here.” Dazai says with a smile. 

“Was it really that obvious?” Hinata mutters right as Komaeda exclaims in excitement, “As expected of Ultimates like yourselves.” 

“We’re not really Ultimates-,” Atsushi says quietly.

“Now then!” Dazai says trampling over Atsushi’s quiet words, “The rest of the agency is dying to talk to you all themselves and… We wish to discuss how we can help you!” 

“Will you really?” Ouma asks with a sparkle in his eye, “Man you guys sure are cool!” 

Dazai chuckles, “Alright you four, come with me now, it’s time for more discussion!” 

Though they were planning on speaking with the agency anyway, Hinata can’t help the anxious feeling that shoots through him. Trusting a group of people he doesn’t know… it went poorly the last time but maybe it would be different this time. 

At least there’s no murderous bear this time. 

“There isn’t right?” Hinata asks Kamukura quietly.

There shouldn’t be. I didn’t program him in this part.

“Okay good…” he sighs relief. 

Then at least there’s that. 

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Still feeling rather emotionally exhausted Saihara and his three companions trudge back toward the agency. 

“I still can’t believe they would just listen in like that,” Hinata grumbles, “That shit was private… assholes…” 

Saihara could understand the sentiment, he’d rather most people not know about the killing game and its effects on them. However, he also understood why the agency felt this was a necessary choice. Despite that, having a bunch of people he barely knew know all about his emotional turmoil and horrible baggage was not something he was looking forward to. He was sure the other three felt exactly the same, except maybe Komaeda who didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. Saihara wasn’t sure if he wasn’t bothered at all or if he was very good at hiding it. 

“Don’t worry so much Hinata-kun, we were thinking about telling them anyway right?” Komaeda asks placatingly. 

“Not every single one of them! Maybe just some of them would’ve been fine but this is excessive.” Hinata replies in annoyance. 

“Besides…” He continues quietly, “It was already humiliating enough to have to tell you guys… just how weak I am…” He clenches a fist and refuses to meet anyone’s gaze. 

That’s right. Hinata was really hard on himself for the mistakes he made, he probably blamed himself for a lot of it. He must’ve struggled to come to terms with it and now these people he hardly knows know all about him. 

“I know what you mean Hinata-kun.” Saihara attempts to reassure him, “I’m… also not too keen on them knowing without us having been ready to tell them.”

“Yeah… I mean I know we were gonna tell them eventually but I’d rather it have been on our own terms y’know?” He asks. 

“Yeah, it’s the same for me. But it’s too late now, so we have to figure out the best way to approach this.” Saihara says thoughtfully. 

“Now now, you’re thinking about it too hard Saihara-chan, Hinata-chan, they already said they wanted to help us! What else is there to worry about?” Ouma cuts in excitedly. 

Regardless of his happy-go-lucky exterior Saihara can see the strain on his smile. Something was hiding behind those shining eyes, and like always Saihara couldn’t figure out what. 

“I guess that’s true,” Saihara says choosing not to ponder on it for long, “We just need to be ready to explain and answer their questions I suppose.” 

“Exactly! Easy peasy!” Ouma singsongs. 

Well, he didn’t really share the sentiment but there was no use voicing it. Before they know it, they had arrived at the agency once again. 

“Well then!” Dazai claps his hands, “Are you all ready?” 

Atsushi shoots them a soft, albeit wobbly smile, “And don’t forget that we’re here to help okay?” 

Beside him, Kunikida nods gruffly, “It’s what we do.” 

“Right…” Saihara takes a deep breath, “I guess as ready as we’ll ever be.” 

With that the door pushes open to reveal the inside of the agency, each member seemed busy but they snapped to attention the second they entered. 

Almost instantly they were surrounded by the curious and concerned members. 

“Hey hey, no need to crowd!” Kunikida barks above the chaos, “I need everyone to act orderly and head to the meeting room! We can discuss further in there alright?” 

Everyone adheres to Kunikida’s order though a bit begrudgingly. Relieved to not be bombarded Saihara and the other three follow in suit. 

Once everyone is seated Kunikida takes charge once again, “Alright I’m sure we’re all curious about our otherworldly friends here so let’s all ask questions one at a time calmly.” He heavily stresses that last word. 

“Me first!” Ranpo yells out waving his hand childishly. No wonder Ouma liked him. 

Ranpo cracks open a piercing green eye and directs his gaze toward Hinata, “So you have a super genius in your head right? I wanna talk to him.” 

Hinata narrows his eyes, “Why…?” he asks skeptically. 

“Cause! I’m a super genius too and I wanna see who’s better. Duh!” Ranpo exclaims. 

Hinata is about to reply, most likely negatively, before he freezes. 

“Shut up Kamukura, you don’t get a say in this,” he growls. 

“What’d he say?” Ranpo demands. 

“Nothing important,” he deflects quickly, “Look is this really important right now? We can talk about it more later alright?” 

Ranpo looks disappointed but backs off, “Fineeee, I’ll bug you about it later then Hinata-kun!” 

“Alright then, any other questions?” Kunikida asks. 

It’s quiet for a moment before a hesitant and nervous Tanizaki speaks up, “Uh yeah. It’s kind of personal but I just wanted to ask… Are you guys like… okay?” 

The question is so straightforward and earnest it catches Saihara off guard, and by their surprised expressions it has the same effect on his companions. When no one immediately has a response Tanizaki seems to backtrack, “S-sorry should I have worded that differently? I just wanted to offer you help from us if you guys need it-” 

“Indeed,” Yosano cuts in, “I am willing to do a full mental examination as well as an in-depth physical for any lasting traumatic injuries.” 

The words are cold and clinical but Saihara can’t help the warm feeling in his chest at hearing them. It’s nice that other people are concerned for once. Well, regardless, he should-

Hinata barks out a laugh, “I’ll have to pass on the examinations,” he reaches up a fist and knocks it against his forehead, “Anything going on up here is not something I want anyone to have to deal with.” 

“Yes and you already have cured my… ailments with that wonderful ability of yours,” Komaeda says with admiration, “As much as I wish you didn’t, it was still appreciated. We couldn’t possibly ask for more.” 

“Well actually,” Saihara quickly jumps in, “There is something we would like help with…”

Dazai nods knowingly, “You want help getting back to ‘your world’ right?” 

“Yeah… uh… could you guys explain that a little bit more? I’m not quite sure I understood exactly what you meant before…” Atsushi asks sheepishly. 

“No problemo Atsushi-chan!” Ouma exclaims, “So basically me and the gang,” he gestures to the three killing-game survivors, “were probably trapped in a program and forced to kill each other to escape. We didn’t know it was a program though so we thought it was just real life. After Saihara-chan and Hinata-chan made it to the end of their killing games they should’ve woken up and escaped the program. Meanwhile, Komaeda-chan and I should’ve been braindead vegetables cause our brains thought we had actually died. But! Instead of that the program had a second stage, courtesy of our dearest friend Kamukura-chan and sent us to another world where he won’t tell us how to escape.” 

“So… does that mean that this world is a program too then? Like we aren’t real or…?” Atsushi asks voice on the edge of panic.

Before Saihara can attempt to soothe his incoming panic Hinata responds, “Kamukura says that the second stage of the program is far more complex and different than the first. Knowing him, he probably figured out a way to send us to alternate dimensions or some complicated bullshit.” 

“That’s a little farfetched don’t you think?” Kunikida asks with a raised brow.

“Of course it isn’t!” Dazai exclaims vehemently, “Alternate dimensions are very real things that should be taken very seriously. Perhaps you should write that down Kunikida.” 

Kunikida’s brow twitches, “You’re making fun of me aren’t you?” 

“Why of course not! I would never,” Dazai says with a wounded expression. 

Ouma cackles in glee, “Man this place is so not boring! You guys are great, would’ve preferred your company way more than the boring sticklers in the Mafia.” 

Dazai’s eyes light up with excitement, “Right? Wasn’t Chuuya just the lamest?” 

“Nee-hee-hee! Yeah, that guy was so easy to wind up! One comment on his height or ugly hats and he was in a rage!” Ouma laughs in delight. 

“I know I know!” Dazai laughs wiping a tear from his eye, “Ahh that hat-rack was always so entertaining. Did you know I blew up his car after I left the Mafia?” 

Saihara didn’t think it was possible but Ouma somehow laughs even harder at that, “That was you?! He would not shut up about it when he got sloshed! He was so pissed! Between complaining about his car and talking shit about you he was so entertaining when he got drunk!” 

“Oh? Dearest Chuuya still talks fondly of me?” Dazai asks in amusement. 

“Fondly… Right.” Hinata snorts, joining the conversation, “Anytime your name was brought up he went on endless rants about how annoying you were and how glad he was that you were gone.” 

“Awww. That’s just his way of saying he missed me. Poor little Chuuya was definitely super lonely when I left!” Dazai insists gleefully. 

“Pfft. In contrast, when your name was brought up around Akutagawa, he always went into these dramatic little rants about how he needed to ‘impress you’,” Hinata says with a small amused smile.

“Ah yes, the little Mad Dog of the Port Mafia was always raring for my attention. I’m afraid he has a bit of a one-track mind,” Dazai says with a grin. 

“Yeah, he really does. Made me feel bad for his assistant, what was her name? Higuchi?” Hinata says with another snort. 

“Ah yes, her poor unfortunate crush on Akutagawa would be adorable if it wasn’t so sad!” Ouma exclaims with another laugh. 

Despite not knowing who these people were, the laughter and good mood were quite infectious. Saihara couldn’t fight the smile that tugged on his lips as Ouma did an impersonation of this ‘Chuuya’ person that had Dazai gasping for air. Hinata seemed to be struggling to keep his laughter hidden and turned away with a snicker. It was… nice. The rest of the Agency seemed to have relaxed in the humourous atmosphere and the tension had all but bled away. In fact, it was the happiest he had seen either Ouma or Hinata since they had found them. If only it could be like this all the time. 

“Okay okay,” Kunikida interrupts with a begrudging smile, “We should really focus here. These four need to find a way back home, I doubt they’d want to stay here.” 

“I might want to!” Ouma chirped with an impish grin. 

“But, you aren’t going to,” Hinata swiftly cuts in, “We need to get back and… fix the rest of our problems.” He finishes with a grimace, all traces of his previous good mood seemingly vanished. 

“Aw you’re no fun Hinata-chan! That’s probably why you’ll never get a girlfriend,” Ouma narrows his eyes thoughtfully for a moment while studying Hinata’s face, “…Or a boyfriend.” He decides with a satisfied nod. 

Hinata’s cheeks almost instantly flush red, “Wh-what– What are you-” he stammers out nonsensically. 

“There are more important things to discuss than Hinata-kun’s non-existent love life,” Komaeda cuts in with a serene smile, “As entertaining as it may be.” 

Hinata shoots him a furious glare which Komaeda tactfully ignores before continuing, “Our situation is quite complicated and I’m sure there is no easy solution for us to get back to our world, especially since Kamukura-sama wants us to figure it out ourselves.” 

Saihara didn’t like how Komaeda’s eyes sparkled when bringing up the guy who got Hinata and his class in their game and now them stuck in this world. A quick exchange of glances told him that Hinata agreed as well. 

“The Agency has offered to help us as well so maybe they have some kind of an idea on what to do?” Saihara asks, cautiously hopeful. 

The members exchange uncertain glances before Kunikida sighs, “No we don’t really have any ideas,” he admits. 

“Well, what did you guys do the first time to escape that virtual world?” Dazai asks, specifically addressing Saihara and Hinata. 

“Uh… I had to just go with the fail-safe and graduate… after convincing my friends there was hope for the future so all of us could do it,” Hinata responds, “Wait why are you asking? We already talked about it earlier.” 

“I’m just seeing if there’s some kind of correlation,” Dazai waves a dismissive hand, “What about you Saihara-kun?” 

“Um… the circumstances were really specific,” he mumbles, “I had to convince the audience to give up on the game and destroy once and for all.” 

“I don’t see how this is helpful,” Ouma drawls in boredom, “Those situations were really specific and they don’t seem to match much.” 

“Hm…” Saihara hums, “Is that really true?” 

It took him a moment to realize everyone was staring at him, waiting for an explanation.

“Uh, I mean,” He quickly speaks up, “Both of us had to convince people to agree with our actions so that we could escape. I just wonder if it has any correlation now.” 

Hinata snorts in disbelief, “What you think we have to convince Kamukura to let us out? Even if he could, I doubt he would.” 

It was quiet for a moment before Hinata scowls, “Yeah you would say that wouldn’t you.”

It’s quiet for a moment while everyone seems to ponder their predicament. 

“Ughhh this is so boring,” whines Ouma with a pouty expression, “It’s almost as boring as waiting for the killing game to continue!” 

Saihara frowns at the wording but… We didn’t get out of the game until it was pretty much finished so maybe…

“What if we have to get to the ‘end’ of the second stage of the program? Like there’s a certain point we’re supposed to get to before a way out is revealed?” Saihara asks. 

“Hm… Well, I don’t have any better ideas right now so maybe that would work? I mean no harm in trying,” Hinata says with a shrug. 

“Amazing work Saihara-kun! As expected of the Ultimate Detective,” Komaeda says with an admiring smile. 

“Well uh, I could be wrong,” Saihara replies sheepishly rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. 

“Well, it’s the best we’ve got for now,” Kunikida declares decisively, “From here on out, all four of you will work with the agency to see if it helps you get any closer to finding a way home.” 

“Oh?” Dazai says with a grin, “Are you sure Kunikida? One of them tried to blow up the Agency and the other two are ex-mafia members. Sounds dangerous~” 

“It’s the best option for now!” Kunikida snaps at the same time Hinata yells, “You seriously tried to blow up the agency Komaeda?!” 

Komaeda simply smiles, “Are you really that surprised Hinata-kun? It was for the greater good of hope!” 

“Okay,” Kunikida interrupts before an inevitable argument can start, “Questionable morals aside, it’s getting late so everyone should be getting to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.” 

With that dismissal, the members leave the conference room one by one. 

“Hold up you four,” Kunikida stops their exit, “You’ll all be sharing the room provided to Saihara and Komaeda alright?” 

With that he makes a swift exit leaving Ouma to complain, “We gotta share? Boooooo. I got my own apartment in the Mafia…” 

“I’m sure it won’t be so bad,” Saihara says with an encouraging smile, “It’ll give the four of us more time to talk at least.” 

“Yeah,” Hinata growls, “And I can ask why this bastard thought blowing up the Agency was a good idea!” 

“I’m not sure someone like you would really understand Hinata-kun,” Komaeda sighs, “After all, you are just reserve-course trash who wished he was more.” 

Hinata glowers, “You’re lucky I’m too tired to argue with you right now.” With an unhappy sigh, he directs his attention to Saihara, “Mind leading us to our shared room? I’m fucking exhausted.” 

“Oh yeah, no problem,” Saihara assures, “Just follow me.” 

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“So why the fuck did you decide it was a good idea to try and blow up the agency?” Are the first words that leave his mouth after the four of them had settled into their shared room. Two futons and two hideous sleeping bags were laid out on the floor, taking up much of the space in the small room. It had been quiet as everyone laid down to rest before Hinata broke the silence with his question. In his defence, he really just wanted to know. 

Ouma snorts out a laugh, “Yeah seriously, you would’ve been a way better Port Mafia member than Hinata-chan by the sounds of it.” 

Komaeda chuckles lightly, “No, I would have tried to blow up the Mafia if given the chance as well.” 

“Are you just some kind of pyromaniac or something then?” Ouma asks curiously, excitement lacing his tone, “Maybe you should join my evil organization!” 

“I would be honored to,” Komaeda answers earnestly. 

“Okay nope, stopping this right now,” Hinata interrupts, “I refuse to let the two of you bond. It’s hard enough dealing with even one of you at a time I swear to god-”

“Don’t get too upset Hinata-kun,” Saihara is swift to intervene, likely trying to prevent his oncoming migraine, “Komaeda-kun wasn’t that bad, really!”

“Yeah I don’t believe that for a second,” Hinata deadpans, “Besides, you didn’t answer my question. Why, the fuck, did you try to blow up the agency?” 

“As I told you before, it was for hope Hinata-kun. What other reason could there ever really be?” Komaeda questions. 

“Yeah I know, but what does that even mean? How the hell would that bring anyone hope?” Hinata asks in exasperation. 

“Think about it carefully, I’m sure even someone like you could understand if you tried hard enough,” Komaeda says encouragingly though it sounds more mocking to Hinata’s ears. 

“Okay let me guess,” Hinata sighs, “I bet you thought something like, ‘Destroying the Detective Agency would surely bring them despair. But from that despair, a greater hope may spring! Besides, this despair would bring hope to their enemies, I wonder whose is truly stronger in the end? Maybe I can finally see true hope…’” 

Everyone stares at him in silence before Hinata speaks up, “Is that about right? Or did I not say the word ‘hope’ enough?” 

With that Ouma starts to cackle and even Saihara chuckles lightly at his, in his opinion, very accurate impression. Komaeda is looking at him intently with a searching expression, “I guess you do understand after all.” 

Hinata waves a dismissive hand, “Yeah, yeah I’ve just spent to much time around you back on the island, it was inevitable I would get at least some idea of what goes on in your head. Not that I really understand it.” 

“But you try to…” Komaeda states softly, so quietly Hinata almost doesn’t hear it. 

Before he can even think of how to reply to that, Ouma pipes up, “My turn, my turn! I’m gonna imitate someone too!” 

Taking center stage in front of the three of them, Ouma clears his throat and faces them with a serious expression. 

“They call me the Ultimate Inventor, but I should really be called the Ultimate Whore!” he exclaims in an exaggerated tone of voice that indicates he’s imitating someone. 

Saihara chokes out a startled laugh before quickly covering his mouth but his reaction just eggs Ouma on, “All I ever do is make jokes about sex! Or talk about sex! Or yell obscenities for no reason!” 

Whoever he’s imitating must’ve been quite expressive if his poses and facial expressions are anything to go by. Saihara holds a hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking with silent laughter as he tries smother it. 

Noticing his predicament Ouma’s grin sharpens as he focuses his attention on the poor detective, “What? What’s so funny asshole? Huh? Spit it out already Sluthara!” 

That seems to be all it takes to have him burst out laughing as Ouma grins triumphantly and takes a bow, “Thank you, thank you, my performances are unmatched I know.” 

Hinata claps slowly and ironically at his antics in contrast with how Komaeda claps enthusiastically, “Wonderful performance Ouma-kun! They should’ve called you the Ultimate Actor.” 

“Oh come on,” Hinata cuts in with an eye-roll, “Sure his acting was fine, but it wasn’t really that funny. I have no idea why you’re laughing so hard Saihara-kun.” 

The other boy catches his breath and smiles sheepishly, seemingly embarrassed about his outburst, “It wasn’t really what he was saying he just… sounded so much like her, I just really wasn’t expecting it…” 

“Neeheehee! Yes, my Iruma-chan impression is quite on point if I do say so myself,” Ouma says cheekily while imitating her once again. 

“You really shouldn’t joke about the dead like that…” Saihara wheezes, attempting to contain any more laughter at Ouma’s impression. 

“Hey, I’m not the one who’s laughing Saihara-chan,” Ouma says in his normal voice, much to the mercy of the other teen, “Besides, as far as I can tell she’s probably still alive since I am.” 

“That’s true,” Hinata cuts in, “If your game was anything like ours, and it likely was seeing that Ouma is still around, then you should be able to revive your previously dead classmates.” 

Saihara’s smile softens, “I really hope so… I would love to see Kaito and Akamatsu again…” 

“Well I for one was hoping to never see those posers ever again!” Ouma exclaims cheerily. 

“You don’t mean that,” Saihara scoffs lightly, “I’m sure you’ll love to argue with Iruma again. Besides, I bet you’ve missed Gokuhara quite a bit right?” 

“Bzzzt! Wrong! Jeez what kind of a detective are you?” Ouma asks haughtily, “All that acting like I missed him was just that; acting. I didn’t actually care about that idiot.” 

Saihara hums with a close-lipped smile, “If you say so Mister Ultimate Liar. Anyway, I’m sure Harukawa would be glad to see Kaito again too… Hey… What do you think happened to the other survivors?” 

“If I had to guess,” Hinata muses, “I would assume they’re in similar situations to the rest of us. Or… maybe they’re here and we just haven’t run into them?”

No, they aren’t here. The rest have been spread out in other similar circumstances. 

“Seriously?” he asks incredulously, “Can’t you ever make anything easier?” 

Why would I do that? 

Hinata scoffs in annoyance before addressing the rest of the group, “Kamukura says the rest of our classmates are spread out in different but similar circumstances.” 

“I hope they’re okay…” Saihara says worriedly, brow creased. 

“Don’t worry Saihara-kun,” Komaeda assures breezily, “They’re all Ultimates, I’m sure they’re doing fine.” 

“I hope so…” Saihara sighs. 

“Cheer up Saihara-chan! Need me to do my Iruma-chan impression again?” Ouma asks excitedly, seemingly jumping on any excuse to do it. 

This, at least, causes Saihara to crack a small smile, “I appreciate the offer Ouma-kun, but that’s okay. Pretty sure Iruma would murder the two of us if she knew about that.” 

“Nahhh she’d probably get off on it somehow,” Ouma cackles, “You know what a horndog she was!” 

Hinata wrinkles his nose in distaste, “Can we not talk about that? Literally anything else is a better topic.” 

“Okay!” Ouma exclaims, “How about we talk about how we have no idea how to get home and me and Hinata-chan are still being tailed by the Mafia?” 

“…”

“…I changed my mind, this is a much worse topic,” Hinata grumbles. 

“But a necessary one to talk about,” Komaeda hums, “We may be under the protection of the Agency, but who knows how much of a threat the Port Mafia could be?” 

Hinata rolls his eyes at the pointed question, “Yeah, yeah, I guess Ouma and I should talk about what it was like while we were there.” 

“They were ruthless,” Ouma says, suddenly serious, “I’m sure they will take no issue in hunting us down and killing us for our betrayal.” 

Hinata runs an anxious hand through his spiky hair, “I hate to say it but he’s probably right. They didn’t seem like… the forgiving type.” 

“Maaaannn,” Ouma groans, “I really shoulda just stayed with them… The agency played dirty bringing my favorite detective and future underling to convince me to deflect,” he laments. 

Saihara flushes in embarrassment, “W-well, if it’s any consolation I’m glad you decided to come with us.” 

“Hm…” Ouma ponders, “I suppose it’s better then nothing. Not to mention the people here are a riot!” 

“Speaking of,” Hinata butts in, “That Dazai guy said he used to be part of the Port Mafia before right?”

“Oh yeah, good point,” Saihara says lighting up with relief, “If he’s okay then the Agency must be strong enough to protect you guys.” 

“Me and Hinata-chan are plenty strong on our own too!” Ouma protests, “I mean we got some really cool powers!” 

“Yeah I remember you guys mentioning them before,” Komaeda says wistfully, “I guess it only makes sense that someone as useless as me wouldn’t get anything special…” 

The familiar words irk him greatly and Hinata resigns himself to being made fun of for what he’s about to say next, “I didn’t really get a power of my own either, it’s more Kamukura’s than mine so…” 

“Are… you trying to cheer me up?” Komaeda asks, perking up immediately, “I guess that’s true… Looks like nothings changed for either of us then, huh? Since you always had to rely on Kamukura-sama to be special.” 

“That last bit was unnecessary,” Hinata grumbles moodily. How come every time he tried being nice, Komaeda always had to say something rude? 

Well, he’s always been like that though.

“I’m really glad we all finally reunited,” Saihara admits with a soft smile, “It’s nice to have a little bit of normalcy…” 

“You call this normal?” Ouma snorts, “I’m concerned for what your life had been like before this!” 

Saihara chuckles, “Well, I guess it wouldn’t be normal for most, but after everything that happened… you all know what I mean right?” 

“Yeah I get it,” Hinata replies earnestly, “As annoying as two out of three of you are, I’m glad we’re all able to understand each other.” 

“Hinata-chan!” Ouma gasps, scandalized, “I get Komaeda-chan but how could you call Saihara-chan annoying?!” 

“You know I was talking about you,” Hinata says fighting down an amused grin. 

“Me?!” Ouma asks incredulously, “Me?! You’re loyal friend through all of this? The one who stuck by you all this time?” 

“That’s not how I remember it,” Hinata mutters, “If I recall correctly, you were gonna stay with the Mafia without me if it wasn’t for Saihara-kun.” 

“Blasphemy! Slander! Someone stop him from spreading such lies!” Ouma cries in demand. 

“Hey… I actually think we should talk about what you said in the Port Mafia,” Hinata cuts in seriously as he remembers how the two of them at been at odds. 

“What’s there to talk about Hina-chan?” Ouma asks playfully, though there was a certain edge to his voice,“I believe all was clear from the start.” 

“Look, I’m not going to apologize or anything but I will admit that I jumped the gun a bit at not trusting you,” Hinata replies gruffly, “Also don’t call me ‘Hina-chan.’” 

“Pshhh nah that was good instinct on you Hina-chan,” he says, ignoring his last statement, “It was meant to be convincing after all. Besides, you’ve only known me for a little while, no one can blame you for being cautious about it, especially since it’s probably what kept you alive in the killing game.” 

That… was actually a really nice sentiment that genuinely made Hinata feel better about what happened. He really wasn’t expecting that from Ouma. 

“Besides what makes you think I’m not going to betray you again? I could probably get a sweet deal out of it!” Ouma grins manically. 

Okay nevermind he ruined it again. 

Saihara stares at the other boy in surprise, “Wow, I… never thought you’d say anything like that Ouma-kun. Usually you’d just ignore the situation and increase the dramatics until the other person dropped it. I mean you kind of did at the end there but…” 

“Jeez, how much have you been watching me to know all that huh?” Ouma teases with a smirk. 

Saihara flusters, but refuses to back down, “See, you’re doing it right now!” 

“Aw ya got me!” he laughs gleefully but makes no further attempt to respond to Saihara’s statement. 

“Alright,” Hinata says, standing up and stretching, causing his joints to pop, “I think it’s time we all hit the hay yeah? I’m sure there’s going to be something to do tomorrow.” 

With various sounds of agreement, the others follow suit and start rolling out their provided futons. Ouma very obnoxiously claims he doesn’t want to sleep by Hinata ever again, as he apparently snores. 

“I do not!” he protests vehemently. 

“Uh yeah ya do,” Ouma retorts matter-of-fact, “I think I would know, Hina-chan.” 

“Whatever you little brat, just sleep on the opposite side then, I don’t care. Also where did this new nickname come from huh?” Hinata asks irately as he moves his futon to one end of the room. 

“You should be honored I bothered to give you a nickname,” the other declares as he places his futon unnecessarily close to Saihara’s who watches with red-stained cheeks but ultimately doesn’t say anything, “It’s not just anyone who gets a nickname from the Ultimate Supreme Leader himself!” 

“Yeah, honored, sure,” Hinata mutters to himself before plopping down into his futon, completely exhausted, “Alright well, I’m really goddamn tired so I’ll see you all in the morning. Wake me if there are any problems okay?” 

“Yes grandpa,” Ouma drawls, “We all know you get grouchy if you don’t get enough sleep.” 

Too tired to respond, Hinata just grumbles in annoyance before getting himself comfortable and letting his eyelids slip shut. 

Despite his body’s clear exhaustion, his mind stays awake and alert. As he lays, unable to sleep he hears the others settle into their spots. Someone shuffles near him and he cracks an eye open, surprised to find Komaeda being the one near him. Well, it was a small room after all, the four of them all together on the floor was a tight fit. Deciding it was something not worth thinking about, he settles back into a comfortable rest. He’s not sure how much more time passes as his mind runs with useless thoughts and the others lull into sleep with soft snores but he’s finally able to drift off into a light sleep with a vague thought that hopefully the next day would prove to be a good one. 

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Saihara wakes with a start to the unmistakable sound of yelling and footfalls thudding along the floor, dangerously close to his head. Fleetingly, he wonders if he’ll ever get a peaceful rest any time soon before his arm gets pulled upward and he’s dragged onto his feet. One of the agency members is shouting at him but his sleep-hazed brain is unable to really process anything until he catches onto the word ‘Mafia.’ Suddenly, like he was given a shot of adrenaline, he’s fully awake and focused. 

“…need to get you somewhere out of the way!” The agency member he’s now able to identify as Kunikida is shouting in his face and forcefully dragging him out of the room. 

“What’s going on?!” Saihara shouts above the chaos as his fellow survivors are also being sleepily guided out of the room. 

“Did you not hear me? The Port Mafia is attacking! They’re probably here for your companions!” Kunikida repeats what Saihara’s sleep-addled mind refused to comprehend before.

“What are we supposed to do?” Saihara asks, now properly panicked at the situation at hand. 

“Just come with me kid! The rest of the agency is attending to your friends okay?” Kunikida loudly reassures him, “None of you are suited for combat right now!” 

The four of them are herded into the main building of the agency and tucked into a back room. The members who escorted them quickly exit the room with Kunikida shouting at them to stay put while they handle it. After their footsteps fade away, the four of them are left in the now empty conference room, standing awkwardly and unsure of what to do. 

“We can’t just stay here and do nothing!” Hinata is the first to break the silence with a bold declaration, worry tinging his voice, “Atsushi-kun is out there too…” 

“I agree,” Saihara pipes up, “But there really isn’t much I can do, my ability isn’t suited for combat and neither am I really…” 

“I can’t say I’d be much use either,” Komaeda sighs, “A useless person like me would just get in the way I’m afraid.” 

Hinata nods in understanding before turning to Ouma, “What about you? I know you got the same training as I did. We can probably at least help right?” 

“Ughhhh…” Ouma groans, “Can’t catch a goddamn break in this stupid place huh? Fine… Let’s go help these losers out I guess.” 

Hinata grins before snatching the younger boys arm and both of them book it out of the room. Saihara watches them go with a growing worry and anxiety gnawing at his gut. 

“Should… should we do something Komaeda-kun?” he asks nervously in the silence of the room. 

“I don’t really see what we can do, I feel the two of us would just get in the way,” Komaeda replies breezily, “Ah, not that I’m trying to compare us, your far more capable than me.” 

“Yeah, I guess that’s true…” Saihara concedes, “Er, not the thing about me being more capable I mean the thing you said before…” he trails off awkwardly. 

“Well, try not to worry so much, I’m sure the agency can handle this,” Komaeda reassures him, “So let’s just-” 

Saihara will never know what he was going to say after that because in that moment, the door gets slammed violently open and reveals a young, black-haired girl, dressed in a red kimono, who stares at the floor with a haunted expression. Before either two of them can react the girl lifts up a cell phone and suddenly there’s a bright flash of light. Blinking away the sudden haze in his eyes, Saihara’s met with the bizarre sight of some kind of samurai like creature floating behind the girl. Without a second to spare, the white sword wielding spirit charges toward them. 

In a split second, Saihara’s life flashes before his eyes and there’s a loud crashing sound from behind them before a white blur tackles their soon to be attacker down. It takes the detective a moment to realize the crashing sound was the window behind them shattering and the white flash was none other than Atsushi, with his legs and arms transformed with his ability. 

“Get out of here!” he yells to them as he grapples with the spirit-like creature, “I can handle it!” 

Not needing to be told twice Saihara grabs Komaeda’s arm and hauls the two of them out the broken window. The drop was… a lot further than he had thought and the two go hurtling toward the ground. With an immense amount of dumb luck, also known as Komaeda’s luck, they both manage to break their fall with some nearby bushes. Unfortunately, this good luck is immediately balanced out when Saihara realizes they had fallen right into the middle of an all out battle. Behind them, Kunikida is holding out against a man who seems to be hell-bent on blowing everything up. Kenji easily manages a ton of armed men and women with his strength. Through all the chaos he recognizes Hinata and Ouma fighting against some of the same people they had seen during their extraction mission. 

“What the hell do you want with Atsushi-kun, Akutagawa?! And why the hell are both you and Nakahara here?!” Hinata is yelling while grappling against the black-haired man’s tendrils. 

“That’s not something you brats need to know! We’re just here to capture the were-tiger,” A short red-haired man in a hat responds while… controlling gravity it looks like? 

“It wouldn’t hurt to kill a few traitors as well,” The black-haired man, presumably Akutagawa, spits venomously. 

The red-haired man, probably Nakhara, seems to be hurtling some gravity-controlled debris toward Ouma who swiftly dodges before yelling out a command, “Stop!” 

Nakahara grunts, freezing in place while his face twists into a furious expression, “Stop using that shitty ability against me you little fucker!”

“Can’t be that shitty if it’s stopping you short-stack! What’s the matter, don’t want to hurt little ol’ me Chuuya-chan?” Ouma taunts, though Saihara can tell his voice is slightly strained. 

At his taunts, the man lets out an enraged shout and seems to gain some of his movement back. 

Saihara’s gaze is torn away from the scene with an elbow to his side causing him to look toward Komaeda. The other gestures toward an empty sidewalk with his head and Saihara nods in understanding and the two sneakily make their escape unnoticed. Or they would’ve been unnoticed if it wasn’t for a poorly timed Atsushi getting flung back out the same window he’d broken through before and drawing the attention of everyone around with a loud thud. Saihara freezes in fear as all eyes are suddenly on him and Komaeda. This would not be good.

“Who the heck are you guys?” Ouma quickly improvises, feigning ignorance about them. 

That’s right… they were hidden in Tanizaki’s ability when they infiltrated the Port Mafia, none of them should know who they were. 

“Pay attention to the fight Ouma!” Hinata snaps as the other man, unperturbed by their presence, continues attacking him. 

Komaeda quickly grabs his arm and books it down toward the empty sidewalk while Atsushi groans in pain and pushes himself up. 

“Ignore everyone else!” Nakahara snaps, “We just need the were-tiger!”

Suddenly all eyes turn to Atsushi who grimaces in pain but readies himself into a fighting stance though Saihara can see his clear nerves. Skidding to a halt, Saihara stops Komaeda with him and faces the oncoming fight with rising anxiety. 

Akutagawa, displaying immense control and prowess of his ability, launches tendrils in every direction while rising himself up as well. Atsushi dodges and cuts through each of them while Nakahara launches his own attack of gravity-controlled debris only to be interrupted by Ouma commanding him with his ability again, causing the other to growl in frustration. 

Lemon-shaped bombs get thrown into the fray but Kunikida is quick to block them with his summoning power before delivering a swift kick to the man throwing them, knocking him down. Hell, even Yosano had joined the fray and fending people off left and right with a large cleaver-like weapon. The only ones missing from the fight were Ranpo, for obvious reasons, and strangely enough, Dazai. Well, them and the boss. Who knows where they all were at this point… Saihara’s quickly snapped from his musings by a pain-filled yelp coming from Atsushi who has been skewered by a well aimed tendril in his leg. Saihara hears Hinata practically roar in anger before his vision is obscured by… snow? 

Oh wait… 

“Tanizaki!” Saihara exclaims, relief lacing his tone, “Where have you been?” 

The ginger man exits the digital looking snow with a tired smile, “I was getting my sister and anyone else who can’t fight somewhere safe, but I realized you two probably needed help as well.” 

“What about everyone else?” Saihara asks worriedly, “Shouldn’t they escape too? Not that I don’t trust them to win… it’s just… these guys seem really dangerous…”

Tanizaki nods in understanding with a sigh, “I know, but they won’t want to retreat yet. The agency will keep fighting until it becomes too dire to do so.” 

“Right… I guess that makes sense,” Saihara concedes, “Where would we go?” 

“There’s a safe house, kind of like a bunker, that the agency owns not far from here,” Tanizaki explains, “We’ll go there and see how this fight plays out.” 

Saihara must look pretty worried because Tanizaki then rushes to reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’ll be on standby the whole to make sure no one gets really hurt. Besides, if worse comes to worse, Yosano can fix up almost anyone remember?” 

A hand lays lightly on his shoulder, causing Saihara to freeze up before remembering Komaeda was right behind him. 

“Come on Saihara-kun, they’ll be okay,” Komaeda says with a confident lilt, “They’re all ultimates after all.” 

He pauses for a moment before amending, “Well except Hinata-kun, he might not make it. Though he’s always been pretty stubborn…” 

“Anyway,” Tanizaki awkwardly interrupts Komaeda’s questionable methods of reassurance, “Please follow me, and stick close to the snow.” 

The three of them walk, caution in their steps away from the chaos that is now disappearing slowly behind them. Saihara can’t help the guilt that starts creeping up inside him again. Why is it that he’s never able to help until it’s too late? What if this time it truly was too late…? God, why was he so useless every single time?

“Still worried about them?” 

Komaeda’s breezy voice pulls him out of his thoughts as Saihara meets his eyes. 

“Yeah… Of course I am. I mean we just got Ouma-kun back…” he responds before realizing how that sounded and immediately backtracking, “I-I mean not that I’m not worried about everyone else it’s just…” 

“Are you two close?” Komaeda asks, as if the question was that simple to answer. 

“I mean… yes? Kind of? It’s… sort of complicated I guess,” Saihara sighs, “He caused a lot of problems in the killing game… and sometimes I felt like I hated him but now I just want all of that, everything that happened to be behind me. I just… don’t know where that leaves us standing. I mean he seems fine with me and everything but well… he was always good at putting on a mask…” 

Komaeda nods slowly, “I can… understand that sort of feeling but I wouldn’t worry too much. I can tell he trusts you a lot considering he only joined us when he realized you were there. How’d you know that would work anyhow? You had to have known he’d trust you.” 

Saihara subconsciously rubs the back of his neck as he answers, “Well… I didn’t know fully for sure. Honestly I half expected him to be more unwilling at the sight of me but… I remembered seeing something in his room, a sign that he wanted to trust me and I hoped… well, I hoped that this time he would.” 

“I think that you have an answer then. It seems obvious you both trust and respect each other to me,” Komaeda responds sunnily, “No matter what happened before, things are different now.” 

Saihara finds a small smile tugging on his lips as he answers, “Maybe you should take your own advice too Komaeda-kun. Hinata-kun and you would get along a lot better if you could just put the past behind you. I feel that he’s willing to, I think you just need to let go as well.” 

“Hah,” Komaeda wheezes out a chuckle, “You make it sound so simple Saihara-kun. I’m afraid Hinata-kun and I are simply two worlds apart. It’s impossible for us to fully get along like that.” 

Saihara frowns and then shrugs, deciding not to waste his breath arguing with someone who seems so dead-set on their beliefs. But, he at least leaves Komaeda with a bit of advice. 

“You could always try, right? Who knows, you might be surprised this time.” 

Komaeda simply shakes his head with a forced smile and the conversation dies off on a strange note before Saihara adds, “I’m not sure he fully trusts me yet… but thanks Komaeda-kun.” 

“We’re here,” Tanizaki announces, fully halting anymore conversation between the two as he opens a rusty and old looking door. The location was further out of the city, somewhere near the outskirts, and the building was small and looked all but abandoned. Saihara supposes it was a good spot for a hidden base in that sense at least. 

As they step in, Tanizaki flips a switch, causing the metallic floor to creak before lowering. It was an elevator all along. Kind of reminded him of…

Well no use thinking about that now. The lift landed with a loud groan as they stepped off into a barely lit tunnel. It was likely an abandoned railway. 

“This way,” Tanizaki said, guiding them down the tunnel. 

It was a pretty quick walk down toward a room with a large metal door that Tanizaki opened to reveal the missing agency members. 

“We’re back!” the orange-haired man announces. 

“Good to see you all alive,” a familiar cheery voice calls out. 

“Dazai-san!” Saihara says in surprise, “What are you doing here? Can’t you fight?”

“Well sure I can,” the other man responds with a chuckle, “I was just confirming a few things first.” 

“It’s strange y’know,” Dazai continues, not allowing anyone to get a word in edge-wise, “Things have gotten really thrown off ever since the four of you showed up.” 

“…Sorry…?” Saihara replies in confusion, unsure of how else to respond. 

“Don’t be!” The other says, waving a hand in disregard, “Things are a lot more interesting now at least.” 

“More like annoying,” Ranpo grumbles, tucked away in a darker corner of the room, “First I had to leave all my snacks behind and now we can’t even find the president… This sucks…” 

“The president’s missing?” Komaeda asks in mild concern. 

“Yeah…” Tanizaki replies with a sigh, “Apparently the Port Mafia boss is missing too so they’re blaming us for that meanwhile we think their up to something… No one really knows what’s going on though.” 

“How strange…” Saihara muses. 

Tanizaki hums in agreement before gesturing to the rest of the room. 

“Well, make yourselves at home here, I’m going back out to see if anyone needs to retreat yet. See you all later.”

A few wishes of luck and safety are called out before the ginger haired man disappears out the door, leaving a tense silence behind him. 

Saihara takes a seat on one of the couches and rests his head on his hand. 

Hopefully they’ll all be okay…

Please… don’t make me watch my friends die again…

Chapter Text

God was he sick of fighting. Hinata stood amid the battlefield and that was the only thought he could hear echoing through his exhausted mind. Why, oh why, did everything have to be a fight? He was sure he was bleeding in multiple spots, maybe he had a concussion? That would explain why his mind was moving so sluggishly. He knew he couldn’t break focus and zone out like this but… he was so tired. 

He distantly hears Ouma cheer and a voice near him talking. He looks up and meets eyes with the purple-haired boy sporting a feral grin. Looks… up? 

When did he sit down? Or was he knocked down? Hinata can’t be too sure, but he is sure that Ouma is looking at him expectantly. The boy’s lips are moving but all Hinata can hear is a faint ringing that seems to be getting louder with each passing moment. Just what the hell was he doing here? He was never built to be a fighter, only Kamukura was… His vision starts to dance as blackness emerges around the edges. Ouma is leaning closer to him, an expression akin to worry on his face. He’s definitely saying something. Ouma calls over his shoulder and that’s the last thing Hinata sees before darkness overtakes him entirely. 

He wakes with a start and a pounding headache. 

“Finally Hinata-chan! How many times are you planning on passing out? It’s getting a little pathetic honestly.” 

“Ouma-kun…” he mutters, recognizing the jeering tone instantly, “Where are we now…?” 

“One of the agency’s safe houses. Get this, the one that everyone else was at got attacked, so now we’re all spread out!” Ouma exclaims. 

“Attacked…” he sits up, turning to the other in desperation, “Are they okay? How long was I out?” 

“You were out for like the whole day! The other guy came out for a bit though,” Ouma explains disinterestedly, “Gotta say, he’s a lot more boring than you.” 

I take offense to that.

“Not now Kamukura!” Hinata snaps, “Ouma-kun are they okay?” 

Ouma flaps a hand dismissively, “Yeah, yeah don’t get your panties in a twist, they’re completely fine Hinata-chan.”

He breathes a sigh of relief, slumping in on himself, “Good… thank god…” 

“What’s got you so bent outta shape?” Ouma asks casually as if it were the most normal day in the world. 

“Oh, I only wonder what could possibly be bothering me about our situation.” he deadpans. 

“Yeah me too, that’s why I asked dum-dum,” Ouma says pointedly. 

Hinata can hear the underlying question in the other’s words. Are you okay? 

“I think… I think I’m really tired of fighting Ouma-kun,” Hinata admits quietly. 

“We’ve only been fighting for a little while, don’t tell me you were some kind of a delinquent back in the day,” Ouma jokes lightly, words carrying another weight. 

Hinata knows that he gets it though. Not just the physical fights but everything else that comes with it, everything that happened before they were sent to this world. It’s been a constant battle for survival and keeping his sanity. He’d thought that it would’ve been over after defeating Junko. Why couldn’t it ever be simple? Hinata just wanted to give in and sleep for the rest of his life. 

“Don’t get that look on your face Hinata-chan…” Ouma’s words cut through his thoughts like a knife, “Don’t leave me with the other guy again…” 

With a sigh, he gives the other a tired smile.

“Don’t worry Ouma-kun… I’m still me.” 
Ouma studies him closely before nodding in approval, “Good! I can’t stand that bore of person for another second.” 

Keep fighting. Just a little bit longer Hajime. 

I can. I can fight for a bit more.

With a deep inhale and exhale, Hinata allows himself to relax and focus once again. 

“So what’s the plan now Ouma-kun? I’m assuming we have one?” he asks. 

“Psh not much of one if you ask me, and I, a supreme leader, would know best but whatever,” Ouma scoffs with an eye roll, “Right now we’re just trying to group up, but communications have been slow. Not to mention, Boss Man is still missing and after the attack, Dazai-chan vanished again.” 

“How strange…” Hinata muses, “I hope they’re okay…” 

Hinata takes a look around the room. It’s small and dilapidated but it’s still standing. There’s one door just to the left of him and no other visible entrances, it’d make a great locked room mystery. He and Ouma seem to be the only ones present at the moment. 

“Where’s everyone else…?” Hinata asks hesitantly, ignoring the clenching feeling in his gut. 

Ouma simply shrugs, unconcerned.

“I dunno, they all went off somewhere. I stayed here to watch our dear damsel in distress!” 

“Don’t call me that…” Hinata grumbles. 

“I don’t know Hinata-chan, out of everyone here you seem to faint a lot,” Ouma sing-songs, “Shall I start keeping a tally?” 

“Come on, it can’t have been that many times!” Hinata protests, a smile tugging at his lips. 

“Well let’s see… first there was-” 

A loud slam startles both of them, causing them to jump. Hinata braces for another fight before making eye contact with…

“Oh,” he says, unimpressed, “It’s you.” 

“I see you’re still alive somehow. What a shame,” Komaeda drawls sounding just as unimpressed. 

“Glad to see you doing okay Hinata-kun,” Saihara says sheepishly from behind the white-haired man. 

Hinata smiles at the younger boy. 

“Same to you Saihara-kun.”

“Saihara-chan!” Ouma cries out, flinging himself at the other and latching his arms around him instantly, “Don’t leave me with boring old Hinata-chan ever again!” 

“I thought you said I wasn’t boring!” Hinata says, feeling slightly hurt. 

“No, I just said you were less boring than Kamakura-chan, that doesn’t mean you’re not boring at all!” Ouma huffs. 

“Rude…” Hinata mutters. 

“What happened with you guys?” he then asks, louder. 

“Well,” Saihara starts, doing an excellent job at ignoring the other boy clinging to him, “That guy who controls gravity came to attack and everyone had to split up.”

“Honestly,” he continues, “I think we only escaped because of Komaeda-kun’s luck…” 

“You give me too much credit,” Komaeda laughs bashfully, “It was you and Ranpo-san who came up with the escape plan.” 

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Hinata grouses, “That ridiculous luck of yours is more useful than you seem to think.” 

Komaeda stares at him sharply, expression unreadable before he just scoffs and turns away. 

“I don’t need to hear that from you reserve course.” 

Hinata bristles, temper raising. 

“What the hell! See if I ever try to be nice to you again, asshole!” he growls. 

Ouma snorts, finally releasing Saihara who subtly releases a breath of relief as Komaeda stalks off to the other side of the room.

“You guys are ridiculous, why can’t you just get along like me and Saihara-chan?” 

“Saihara-kun just tolerates you out of politeness Ouma-kun,” Hinata retorts. 

Ouma reels back in offense, as if he’d been struck, and holds an offended hand over his chest. 

“And you called me rude! My company is absolutely delightful Hinata-chan!” 

“Okay, okay,” Saihara attempts to placate, “Let’s all just relax for a second.” 

Saihara leans down to where Hinata’s sitting and whispers, “Komaeda-kun seemed really agitated on the way here, I think he was worried about you.” 

“He’s got a funny way of showing it,” Hinata grumbles in annoyance, ignoring how the statement left him feeling a little pleased. 

“Yeah, I know Komaeda-kun can be a little hard to understand but…” Saihara pauses, “You seem to get along with Ouma-kun pretty well. I’m glad.” 

“‘Get along’ huh?” Hinata says pondering before leveling Saihara with a look, “What exactly are you trying to say?” 

“N-nothing really,” Saihara says with a small smile, “Just… don’t give up yet yeah? I know I won’t.” 

Hinata barely catches Ouma’s eyes widen minutely as he stares at Saihara before schooling his expression to be blank. 

He narrows his eyes thoughtfully before slowly responding, “Okay… I won’t.” 

The smile Saihara shoots him can only be described as warm and understanding.

“I’m glad to hear that.” 

The following silence is comfortable if not a little tense what with the way Komaeda seems to be pointedly ignoring his existence. 

Don’t give up yet…

The words carry a different kind of weight, they feel heavy in his mind as he stares at the white-haired man across the room. 

Is it worth it though? I always did want to understand…

“Hey… How did you guys know where to find us?” he instead asks, mentally berating himself for his cowardice. 

“Would you believe me if I told you it was dumb luck?” Saihara replies, eyeing Komaeda. 

“I believe that easily,” Hinata snorts. 

“My luck has been too good recently,” Komaeda suddenly says, looking troubled, “Something bad is going to happen, I just know it…”

Hinata’s mind whirls with memories of past conversations and instances of Komaeda’s luck as well as the cycle he wholeheartedly believes. 

He was never really sure… was the cycle something real? Or did Komaeda just seem to think it was? Maybe…

“Didn’t bad stuff already happen though?” Ouma asks, interrupting his train of thought, “How can we be sure it wasn’t your fault?” 

“Don’t be so harsh-” Saihara starts before Komaeda interrupts with a wheezy laugh. 

“Of course it was all my fault. But, it’s not enough. In comparison to the good luck I’ve had, this bad luck isn’t enough…” Komaeda says shakily, that same empty smile on his face while his eyes stare, unseeing. 

Hinata feels a spike of anger at the familiar expression and the words leave his mouth before he can even think about it, “That’s a load of bullshit.” 

Everyone, including Komaeda, snaps their attention to him and before he can second guess himself, Hinata continues. 

“From what I remember you telling me, the good luck and bad luck don’t always seem to balance. Yes, one happens after the other but it doesn’t mean they’re equal right?” 

Komaedea’s eyes go back into focus as he studies Hinata’s expression, causing him to shift uncomfortably. 

“I thought I told you I made that all up.” 

“Regardless of if it was true or not, you seem to believe it,” Hinata explains, “So in that sense, it’s your truth.”

Silence follows. Saihara wears a thoughtful expression, while Ouma has some kind of scheming grin on his face. Meanwhile Komaeda… Komaeda is looking at him with some kind of unreadable expression. 

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Hinata pushes on, “Anyway… I’m just trying to say that maybe you shouldn’t wait for something horrible to happen and just… focus on what we’re doing now and… Can you stop staring at me like that?!” He snaps, Komaeda’s strange expression finally flaring his temper. 

Komaeda seems to break out of whatever trance he was in and quickly scoffs, “I wasn’t staring at you, I was just trying to figure out how you could come up with such a simplistic answer. Not that I should be surprised I guess.” 

Struggling to keep his temper at bay, Hinata simply huffs in annoyance and refuses to respond. 

“Maybe he’s right though,” Saihara hesitantly offers, “Good and bad things are going to happen regardless of Komaeda-kun’s luck, we can’t worry about the future right now when our present is looking…”

“Bleak!” Ouma helpfully supplies, “This world seriously sucks.” 

“You can say that again…” Hinata sighs, “What’s our next move then?” 

“We should split up!” Ouma exclaims in excitement, “Hinata-chan needs to stay here and rest so me and Komaeda-chan should go out and look for more agency members!” 

“Why Komaeda-kun?” Saihara asks, sounding confused and slightly suspicious.

“Don’t be jealous Saihara-chan! You’re still my favorite!” Ouma says reassuringly. 

Saihara sputters in embarrassment, “T-that’s not it! I was just trying to figure out why you suddenly want to hang out with Komaeda-kun!” 

Ouma shrugs, “Does it really matter? Both of us have powers to keep us safe anyway so let’s just go!” 

Hinata narrows his eyes suspiciously at the purple-haired boy as Komaeda agrees with an easy smile.

“Sure, I’d love to get to know the Ultimate Supreme Leader better.” 

“See! So let’s go!” 

In one swift motion, Ouma drags Komaeda out the door with a slam, leaving just Saihara and Hinata alone. 

“Any… idea what that was all about?” Saihara asks into the following silence. 

“Not a clue… I just know it’s something that’ll piss me off later though,” Hinata grumbles. 

“Do you… think it’s okay to let those two be alone together…?” Saihara asks, sounding guilty for even suggesting it. 

“So you don’t fully trust them either.” It’s not a question, but a statement. 

“W-well! It’s not-” Saihara starts to defend, “I mean- I’m…trying…” He finishes weakly, slumping slightly in defeat. 

“Don’t worry,” Hinata says waving a hand, “Trust me, I completely understand, it’d be stranger if we did trust them.” 

Saihara’s shoulders sag with relief and he lets out a tired sigh.

“I guess you would get it huh? I’m… trying to understand him but…” 

“After everything that happened, it’s difficult, right? I get it.” 

“Every time I see him, I feel like it’s flashing me back to all the horrible things he caused to happen…” Saihara says, voice thick with some muddle of emotions, “And I know he had his reasons but…” 

“It’s the same for me,” Hinata says, patting Saihara comfortingly on the back, “When he gets that expression on his face and that… look… in his eyes…” 

“It can get to be a little too much right?” 

“Exactly,” Hinata responds with a tired sigh, “You seem to be handling it better than me. I feel like when I talk to Komaeda it only ever ends with me snapping.” 

“I’m not sure I’m handling it ‘better’ per se… It’s more that it was easy to fall into our old dynamic. It’s the same for you isn’t it?” Saihara asks thoughtfully. 

“Yeah… I guess it is. Even when I put aside his obvious disdain toward me, I never really liked the guy, except in the beginning before I knew any better. Until he showed his true colors,” Hinata spits. 

“I thought Ouma-kun was just insensitive and childish at first but there was always something more. And then… the fourth trial…” Saihara trails off, a worried expression on his face, “Do you think they regret it?” 

Hinata’s about to spit out a vitriolic ‘no’ but something about the boy’s manner stops him. 

He heaves out another sigh and slumps lower in his cot.

“Who can really say? The best we can do is just… not give up, right?” 

Saihara smiles warmly at him in response. 

Chapter Text

Ouma and Komaeda exit the safe house with a resounding slam. Silence befalls the two as Ouma begins walking in a random direction, Komaeda trailing after him.
“Ouma-kun, where are we going? How are we going to find the agency members?” Komaeda asks. 
Ouma stays silent, a dark expression outlining his features. 
“Or…” Komaeda starts, “Am I right to assume that we aren’t looking for them at all?” 
Ouma chuckles quietly, “Guess I should’ve known there was a brain rattling around in there somewhere.”
“Ah, so you did wish to speak with me away from the others,” Komaeda observes as the two continue walking steadily, “Care to tell me why?” 
“Why do you think?” Ouma snarks, “Come on, don’t tell that’s all your dementia ridden brain could come up with.” 
“Harsh,” Komeada replies with an easy smile, “My dementia may have been cured, but the effects still remain, you know. Throw a dying dog a bone, won’t you?” 
Ouma scoffs but replies anyway.
“Do you have regrets, Komaeda?” 
“Of course I do,” he replies, “But if we’re talking in regards to the killing game, probably not as many as you’d think… or hope perhaps?” 
Ouma laughs, something nasty. 
“Oh, I don’t hope for redemption, not for people like us.” 
“No,” Komeadea says, “I didn’t expect that from you anyway.” 
It’s quiet again, and Ouma hops up on the side of the sidewalk, arms out to balance himself. It takes a moment for him to break the silence. 
“Y’know… I really hate people like you.”
“Oh?”
“Liars and killers,” he says with a vitriolic grin, “The worst of the worst, right?” 
Komaeda hums in consideration. 
“Especially when they think their actions were correct!” He exclaims, grin widening, “Like what, you couldn’t think of a solution that didn’t involve murder? How pathetic and stupid can you be?!” 
Komaeda doesn’t answer this time, doesn’t even acknowledge his words. 
“Well?” he prompts. 
“Hm?” 
“Jeez, can’t you at least pretend to listen?” Ouma whines. 
“Apologies, I didn’t think you were talking to me,” Komaeda simply replies, a vacant smile still present on his face.
“Do you see anyone else around here, smart guy?” Ouma snarks, gesturing to the empty streets around them. 
“Well, you’re here.” 
Ouma’s eyes narrow, and a venomous grin returns to his face.
“Boy, you really know how to piss people off huh? I’m shocked no one killed you before you could do it yourself.” 
“I was surprised by that as well, I offered so many times, too,” Komaeda replies with a sigh, “Such disappointing symbols of hope.” 
“Is that all you have to say?” 
“What else is there to say?” Komaeda asks seriously, “The whole killing game was nothing but a disappointment.” 
Ouma chuckles before he starts to full-on cackle, doubling over and clutching his stomach in uncontrollable laughter. Komaeda simply watches from the side, completely unbothered. Finally, the younger boy catches his breath and raises his head, leaning his face close to the other. 
“You’re kind of terrible, aren’t ya?” he asks with a chilling kind of glee. 
“No worse than you, I’m sure,” Komaeda replies easily.
Ouma laughs loudly, smacking the other on the back, causing him to stumble. 
“You’re alright in my books, Komaeda-chan!” he says joyously, “Or is that a lie?” 
“High praise from an ultimate such as yourself,” the other replies with a small smile. 
They continue their walk, though not quietly this time around. 
“So, tell me, Komaeda-chan, what do you suppose we should do then?” Ouma asks, throwing his arms behind his head. 
“About what?” 
“I thought we were past playing dumb,” he chides, wagging a finger, “Answer the question.” 
Komaeda huffs with a smile.
“Does it matter what we do? Those two are… stubbornly persistent. They don’t strike me as the type to give up.” 
“That they are not, my friend!” Ouma exclaims in reply, “Regardless, though, doesn’t the guilt just crush you?” 
“I don’t feel particularly guilty,” Komaeda replies. 
“…I really hate liars, Komaeda,” Ouma says lowly. 
“…Perhaps I occasionally feel somewhat bad about very specific things,” Komaeda acquiesces. 
“That’s what I thought, Mr. Pants on Fire!” he cheers, “I wish I could’ve woken up here with you instead of that hard-headed porcupine.” 
“Things would have been much simpler that way,” Komaeda hums in agreement. 
“I coulda been running the Port Mafia by now!” he says throwing his hand exaggeratedly in the air, “And you coulda blown up the detective agency!” 
“Ahh… What a tragedy…” Komaeda sighs sadly. 
“No damn detectives or reserve course assholes in our way,” Ouma says with a faraway look in his eyes, “We could do what must be done without a second thought. Life would’ve been so much better without them.” 
“You… you’re quite a liar yourself, Ouma-kun,” Komaeda says with a wheezy chuckle. 
“Who, little old me? What gave it away?” 
“I suppose it just takes one to know one, though, my lying skills are inept when compared to yours.” 
“Aww, you’re making this sinner blush!” Ouma says with a giggle. 
“Are we?” 
“Hmm…?” 
“Sinners? Are we truly the villains in their stories?” Komaeda asks distantly. 
“Well, I don’t see us as the romantic interests, that’s for sure,” Ouma snorts. 
“No, not that but… if they truly hated us… Why keep trying?” 
“Cause, as established, they both have a few screws loose.”
“Perhaps…” he trails off thoughtfully. 
“…We don’t have to be, I guess,” Ouma says with a quiet, almost vulnerable tone of voice, “Do ya ever wish you could do right by someone? Like before, it never mattered cause people didn’t like you anyway, but then this one stupid idiot of a person…” 
“…All the time,” Komaeda admits.
“But you don’t want that person to get close to you because you know they’re just gonna fucking hate you eventually,” Ouma says with a forced laugh. 
“Or, they’ll never truly accept all of you? Fucked up parts and all,” Komaeda tacks on with a breezy chuckle. 
“Or maybe you just never deserved what they offered in the first place?” Ouma asks, voice heavy. 
“No… You never really did…” Komaeda replies, voice soft.  “You still wanted it though…” Ouma chokes out. 
“But you couldn’t accept it,” Komaeda finishes solemnly.
Ouma grins widely, a hint of relief shining through. 
“I knew you’d understand. I think you’re just awful, but I guess that helps us understand each other.” 
“I suppose so… What do you think we should do?” 
“Honestly? I’d like nothing more than to never wake up again,” Ouma replies. 
“Yes, I guess we both figured we’d met our ends. Quite disappointing to be alive again,” Komaeda says. 
“I was okay being dead after all that, or… is that a lie?” 
“I was as well.” 
“But… we’re alive now,” Ouma observes faintly.
“It would appear so,” Komaeda answers. 
“So…?”
“Are you hoping for a specific answer, Ouma-kun?” Komaeda teases lightly.
“Like I said, I don’t hope for people like us,” Ouma responds with a grin, “But I can’t do it alone, a supreme leader needs his support system.” 
“I would be honored to support an ultimate like you,” Komaeda says seriously with a bow. 
“Nee-hee-hee! Excellent!” Ouma cheers, “First order of business, head back to the base and lie that we couldn’t find anyone! And after that…” 
“…Try?” Komaeda offers. 
“It’s rude to interrupt your leader,” Ouma chastises, “But yes! From there, we just… try. Like them.” 
“Like them…” the other echoes. 
“We won’t make it easy for them, though,” Ouma declares, “We can’t be doing all the work!” 
“Of course not,” Komaeda indulges. 
“…I… this is okay, right?” the younger boy asks quietly. 
“…I can’t give you a good answer,” the other replies apologetically, “…I would like to think it is.”
“I’ll trust your judgement then, loyal servant.”
“And I, yours, O’ powerful leader.” 
The rest of the trip back is silent, only broken once they arrive, opening the door back to the safe house.