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The Nightscape (BSD fanfic) chapter 2

Chuuya'll make an appearance next chapter 🫶 you'll finally get port mafia pov!

Shit's going DOWN in chapter 3

This is mostly an explanation kinda chapter, sorry not a lot happens 😞

There'll be more action from now on

Also sorry it took so long to make another chapter, as I said before, I'm a busy scholar....

Thanks to my beta readers kolya (same as last chapter) and yuu !!

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Silence filled the Armed Detective Agency's office. Kunikida had talked to Dazai - Kumiro had to peel his arms apart from his neck, as he almost strangled Dazai - and the air around them was filled with irritation.

Kenji had come back from the mission earlier than Atsushi, Dazai and Kumiro, to report to Kunikida, who was guarding the Agency, which is why he knew what Dazai had been up to. He didn't take it very well.

Yosano, the Agency's doctor, had healed Kuuma's hands after the fight with the nightmare, and now the latter was trying to hold herself together not physically but mentally, as she was having a hard time forgetting her treatment.

She and Atsushi were working together on writing down the new information they had gotten that day, for her both as a distraction and eagerness to learn new information, for Atsushi merely as duty; both trying their best to find links and connections that could explain certain phenomena.

The sound of fingers typing on a computer, Dazai's grumbling, Kunikida's fast-paced writing caused by his anger, Yosano's satisfied looks; they all compiled together to form the mood the agency was in.

Ranpo, the Agency's best detective, was absent, likely at a case; Both Tanizaki and Kyouka were in a corner quietly working; Kenji was also absent as he was at the farm he lived on today; and the president of the Agency was located in his own office.

Kumiro sighed right after typing out the words "likely because", pausing as she didn't know what to type next."

Man, I wish Ranpo was here..."

Atsushi smiled, but sighed as well.

"He'd be useful, wouldn't he?"

"Yeah... I mean, I don't think I'm of middle class intelligence myself, but there's this one thing I can't explain..!" She vaguely gasped right after saying so and looked up, slightly surprised.

"I mean. I'm totally normal and that didn't sound cocky at all." She quickly added, with a single chuckle.

The boy next to her laughed nervously, not knowing what to respond, thus amplifying the awkwardness Kumiro had created.

"..."

She stuttered while responding; "Uh. Um. Any, anyways. Uh, Dazai, quick question."

She turned to him, and continued when he asked what it was."

Do you think you'd be able to nullify the nightmares...? We haven't tried it before, since we don't think it's an ability, but there are some things that can only really be explained if it is."

"Hmm. Well, I can try."

Dazai was sitting on a couch with his headphones on, hands behind his head and his left leg over the other. A red book was draped upon it, open, his leg serving as a bookmark when he temporarily put it there. He had been reading and wasn't doing anything useful to the Agency at all.

He looked up curiously, staring at the ceiling, clearly thinking about the situation.

"Hmm...."

"?"

Kumiro stared at Dazai, wondering what he was thinking. He was a very intelligent man and she knew he had probably figured at least something out, but she deemed it best not to ask. Seeing as he was intelligent, he knew when he should or shouldn't say something or hand out information that was better kept sealed within his own mind.

Kumiro trusted him dearly.

While she was looking at Dazai curiously, Atsushi turned to his left to face the man that was sitting there.

"Kunikida, can you ask the president for permission to schedule a meeting? We want to share our findings", he said.

"Sure, kid. I'll cram it in. We're quite busy at the moment, but I believe it's important enough to set some other things aside."

"Thanks."

Sure enough, a meeting was scheduled, and a few days later Kuuma and Atsushi stood in front of the whiteboard, facing the Agency members. Atsushi on their right, Kumiro on their left. They had written out everything they discovered in simple bullet points (including small doodles corresponding to the info, as Kuuma found it easier to understand that way) and knew what to say.

"So, here are our findings! Me and Atsushi worked really hard trying to figure things out," she stretched out the vowels in 'really' for emphasis, "but we both hope you guys can help fill in the blanks we missed..."

Atsushi nodded, seriously but proud at his work, and the other Agency members listened intently.

"Before we start; My university did a series of experiments on my request to find out more about the nightmares, for the benefit of Yokohama! Seeing as the course I take is focused on psychology, they agreed, so I've found out some peculiar things. Atsushi."

Kumiro turned to look at Atsushi as he responded with a nod and started talking.

"Firstly, we'd like to get a system to combat the nightmares. We've just been doing 'whoever sees it deals with it' and 'the person who stayed at the agency the longest remains there to guard it and for reports', because we never really had time to think about it together, but now that we're all here..."

"What do you propose?" Kunikida asked.

Kumiro chimed in. "Some kinda system where there's night shifts, is what I was thinking."

"Night shifts?" Dazai sighed. "Now I have to work at night too?"

"Not every day. We can do something like 'A, B and C take the night shift this time and D, E and F do it tomorrow'. That way we'll still get to sleep regularly."

"What if we just have half of us sleep for about three hours and then wake each other up to switch every night?" Yosano asked.

Kumiro was eager to answer.

"Nuh uh. It's bad to sleep so short. You should either take powernaps of 20 minutes or sleep a whole night!", she said, expressively making motions with her hands. "If you've just sunk into deep sleep and then wake up, you'll be even more tired than you were before! And also, I don't know about you," she continued, "but when I wake up I need like two hours until I'm fully awake... Oh, and we'd almost never get to sleep in our own beds, and we'd be running around all night..."

Dazai cut her off and said; "Yeah, yeah, got it. So we're doing switches every one or two days then?"

Kumiro nodded.

"Alright. Who wants to take shift one?", Atsushi asked.

The girl next to him turned to face him.

"It's best to have compatible abilities together. We could do the duo's we usually do?"

"...No. Those duo's are made to combat enemies," Kunikida said, "not literal blades of mist."

"...Okay, so new teams?"

After some bickering, said new teams were created.

Tanizaki, Kunikida, Dazai, Ranpo and Kumiro;

Kenji, Yosano, Atsushi and Kyouka.

The president would act as last support and would come out to help if things went south, as a last resort.

"Alright, everyone agree?" Kumiro asked.

The room filled with affirmations and nods of agreement.

"I have something I'd like to add", the president of the Agency suddenly spoke.

"Yes, boss?" She responded.

"What do all of you think about the conflicts with the Port Mafia in this state?"

The Port Mafia was one of the most dangerous organizations in all of Yokohama; dark, powerful, and intelligent; they had the most amazing gifted on their side. Not only that, but its sheer size was intimidating to anyone. The Agency and the Port Mafia were often in conflict, clashing like night and day, light and dark; they stood out against eachother like black and white.

But when night and day are together, mixed, beautiful scenery can be seen in both of them.

"Huh? What do you mean?", Atsushi asked.

"'The Armed Detective Agency guards the twilight, the Port Mafia guards the night.' I'm sure they will combat the nightmares too. What do you think about working together?"

The president spoke seriously and while he didn't appear too thrilled to work together, he knew it would be good for Yokohama's fate.

"...Well, as long as they don't kill us, I don't see a problem, we have a shared enemy right now", Kumiro said seriously. She didn't dislike the Port Mafia despite everything they'd done, because she knew they cared for Yokohama just as they did, and the times they worked together in the past were not incredibly off-putting. Dazai had slightly different ideas.He made a face, annoyed and slightly off-put, and said;

"As long as I don't have to work with that slug, at least."

Kuuma sighed in response.

"...Alright. This proposal will be sent to the Port Mafia base as well."

The president concluded with that and signaled to Kumiro and Atsushi to continue.

"Alrighty! On to the info we've gathered!"

Kumiro took a marker and started drawing on the whiteboard.

"So. In the tests I've done at my uni, we monitored some people while they were asleep. Consensually, obviously... One of which had a nightmare; we discovered the consciousness goes... somewhere else, when that happens."

"...what is that supposed to mean?" Kunikida asked.

"...we're not sure, but I've deduced from what the person said they dreamt when they woke up that it goes to a personalized hell, basically," Kumiro started, "How do I know? The waves on our machinery vanished after the nightmare appeared, telling us the consciousness was absent, and also because the dream, or well, nightmare, they had felt incredibly realistic, so much so to the point they thought they actually died and got sent to hell..."

"The civilian from a few nights ago said the same thing," Atsushi commented, to which Kuuma nodded in agreement, before she continued.

"The 'hell' was by both described as a big, open, endless white space, in which their fears and grudges appeared. Because both described it the same way, I think it may be the same space for both. Oh, and I also think there might be a correlation between dying in that dream and dying in real life, but there isn't really a clear way to figure that out."

"So. Wait. Huh?"

"Basically."

Kumiro started writing on the whiteboard.

"😪 -> have nightmare = conscious -> nightmare scape (white space + fears)

💀 in night. scape = 💀 irl ?"

"...does that make it a bit clearer?" Kumiro said, smiling awkwardly. She'd tried to write as fast as she could as to not keep them waiting, and her lines ended up a bit jagged.

She continued;

"'Night. scape' is 'nightmare scape'. I just didn't feel like writing it out," she chuckled slightly, "... Ah, considering this whole thing is like, super weird, I wouldn't be surprised if what we found out is correct. It would be... special, I guess, but it's a possibility."

"Mmmm... I see."

Ranpo spoke from the little corner he was located in.

"Do you think we're correct, oh esteemed Ranpo-san?" Kumiro asked him with a half-joking tone in her voice.

Ranpo's ability, "Ultra Deduction", allowed him to instantly see the full truth. He was the "detective" part in the Armed Detective Agency, while the rest was mostly just "armed". It didn't mean the others were stupid though; they all still had decent intelligence, Ranpo just stood out.

His ability, was it? Ranpo's Ultra Deduction wasn't truly an ability at all; he was simply incredibly intelligent. The president had once told him he was gifted, and Ranpo hadn't been bothered to debunk that.

"...Partially," Ranpo said, "you're obscuring details."

"Obs-? Huh? What do you mean?"

Kumiro was clearly confused by his response, as she expected a clear "Correct!" Or a "You have a long way to go as a detective...", not an accusation towards her truth.

"There's more to this than what you're letting on."

"You're implying I'm keeping information from you...?"

"...Not consciously, no."

She simply stared at him in confusion.

"Don't worry. You'll find out."

Kumiro wasn't sure what to say. She didn't know how to respond to the fact that the best detective the Agency had told her she was 'subconsciously obscuring details', let alone fully understand what that meant.

'Did I forget something? Is that what he meant? Or is there simply something I don't know?'

"...Okay. I'm not sure what that means or how to fix it, but I trust you know what you're talking about."

The rest of the people in the room remained silent, unsure what to think or what to say, not knowing what the accusations hurled at Kumiro entailed.

"...Um, that concludes our presentation! Yaaayy..."

Atsushi tried to lighten the mood. He was awkwardly smiling, holding up the whiteboard eraser, hoping they'd start talking about something else.

"Right. Thanks for listening! Yay!" Kumiro added hastily. She smiled, threw the hand that had been holding the black whiteboard marker up in the air and joyfully ended the presentation. A little eerie for the others in the room, as her excitement clashed with her accusations.

The detectives all stood up and walked out one by one. Kuuma rushed after them before all of them parted ways, and said;

"Wow, look at the time! It's almost dark! You know what that means..."

She smirked while saying so. She was actually looking forward to it, as she enjoyed knowing what was going to happen. This way, she knew exactly who was going to fight with her and when, and she could envision the battles more clearly in her mind.

She walked further, to the people who she had a night shift with.

"Dazai, Ranpo, Kunikida, Tanizaki, y'all wanna go first?"

Dazai groaned.

"Do we have to... I'd rather fall asleep myself!"

"You sleep on the couch so much I often wonder if you even sleep at night. Are you an insomniac?"

"I could neverrr... I just spend my time thinking about beautiful ladies in Yokohama that I could convince to commit a double suicide with me!" He replied in a dramatic tone, therefore not denying he barely sleeps.

"Sure, sure..."

And so, the five detectives remained at the agency, Tanizaki next to a window, on the lookout; Kunikida guarding the exits to be able to leave as quickly as possible; Kumiro and Dazai on the couch, waiting, and Ranpo snacking on a lollipop in a corner.

"You actually didn't sleep during the day today. You sure you'll be able to stay awake?" The girl asked Dazai, slightly taunting him, though in a way, she was being serious as well.

Her comments earlier about his "insomnia" were also only half a joke; she suspected he actually needed that 'couch-sleep'.

Sure enough, Dazai had fallen asleep from both the boredom of waiting and his deprivation of a nap that day, and he was snoring loudly.

Kumiro sighed.

"Really..? You're gonna have to fight half-asleep, then..."

Yet she didn't wake him up. Something she wished she did later.

#bsd #bsdfanfic #fanfic #nightscape

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fukoushite · 9 months ago

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The Nightscape Chapter 1 (BSD AU)

- my oc is featured in this, Kumiro! She's like, a self insert !

- this is my first time writing fanfiction !! So um . I hope it's like good 😭

- updates will be slow as I am in school

- ty my beta reader (Felix)

- I am planning to include manga panels here and there, if I end up doing so they'll be shown on here !! Idk if I have motivation tho

- I'm tryna make my tumblr more pretty and easy to acess but I cannot figure out how so uh .

That's all I think ? Enjoy 🎀

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"I can't hold this for much longer!"

She spoke through her teeth, her voice held back and absent of air, scared to release any energy that she still needed. Her knees were bent and her arms were trying to hold up a large piece of concrete, one that had fallen on top of her just moments ago. Her arms and legs were slightly shivering, as she didn't possess enough strength to hold up rubble larger than herself, and her breath was absent until absolutely necessary.

"Kenji!", she managed to get out.

"On it!"

A blonde boy with freckles ran forward and lifted the piece of rubble that the girl was trying to hold up, took over from her and slowly put the debris down next to both of them.

She slightly bent her knees and put her hands on them, breathing heavily, resting.

The person who put the concrete down for her, Kenji, possessed over superstrength as his special ability, so he did not feel the slighest bit out of breath. His appearance was youthful, he wore a straw hat on his back and blue overalls. He appeared a farmer.

"Hah... Thanks.."

The boy responded with a smile. "No problem!"

The girl did not get much time to catch her breath. Alarmed, she warned the boy who'd helped her; "Watch out!!"

A kind of black mist hurled at them that they barely managed to dodge. It was solid and sharper than a knife, but blunt at the same time. It could take any shape it wanted to.

The girl jumped up, grabbed Kenji's sleeve and used her ability to stop time while they were both in the air. Right as they landed somewhere right of the mist, time immediately resumed.

Kenji exhaled with a "phew!" and thanked her.

"Damn, that was close. It almost had me by the neck! If I wasn't gifted, that is.. heh."

Kumiro took pride in her ability.

It allowed her to stop time, as long as she didn't move anything while doing so. This included tiles and walls, so she couldn't move around all that well while using it, and thus she used it most often to shorten her jumps at enemies to catch them off guard or dodge their attacks. She was able to take others with her in the stop by touching them (apart from Dazai, because of his nullification ability), and the same properties counted for them.

She got thrown out of her daze and yelled "Atsushi!" when she saw that one of the mist's ends tried to grab a white-haired boy's leg; but it transformed into a tiger's, as he jumped up, transformed his arms as well, and went straight for the black energy.

He yelled while jumping, showing off his teeth, until he landed right on top of the mist that had attacked him and bit into it as hard as he could.

Kuuma had been staring at the boy while he attacked, slightly worried, but also almost chuckling.

"Damn, Atsushi," she mumbled, "your leg almost dissappeared. Again."

'Also, why do you always scream while attacking? The enemy will hear your ambush from a mile away', she thought.

"Kuuma!"

Atsushi yelled at her, not for laughing at his leg but moreso as a warning, a slightly worried tone in his voice.

"Hm?"

She looked back at the root of the mist and saw a black blade coming straight for her. She stopped time without a second thought, stared at it in surprise and confusion for a second, then slowly crouched down and tapped the ground to resume time.

With a loud, crumbling and explosive sound the mist landed above her head.

"Goddamn."

She was slightly shocked at the impact that blow had.That could have been her skull.

"You okay...?"

"I'm fine...!"

She looked at the blade as it was busy getting itself back out the wall it had just pierced, then grabbed it with both her hands without standing up.

"...Kuuma?!"

With a kind of childish, blank, but very curious and attentive expression she pulled down as hard as she could, and after a few seconds of trial the mist slightly snapped.

"!"

She didn't have enough strength to fully break it, but Kenji came to help. He grabbed the mist on both sides of her hands and ripped it apart.

"Wow!! Thanks, farm boy!"

She smiled at Kenji, since he had helped her, but before Kenji could open his mouth or shape it into a smile a voice in the back asked;

"Um. Kuuma. Wasn't that like, a literal blade?"

"..."

She looked at her hands, and they indeed were red.

"Uh.. Oops?"

She turned to look at the others, closed her right eye, turned her head slightly to that same direction and stuck a bit of her tongue out.

"Are--"

The tiger boy wanted to ask if she was alright, but when his right arm got snatched by another piece of mist his sentence was left unfinished.

Pulled, he flew towards it, but quickly composed himself, grabbed the mist with his other hand, sunk his teeth into it, bit down and pulled it towards himself.

This one hadn't transformed into a blade; instead, it was more soft, likely meant for grabbing the enemies and holding them down or trapping them, like a thick rope.

When Atsushi pulled, it immediately ripped to shreds, but this time, he threw himself directly at the roots of the mist, the core; a person.

"He's going for it! Get 'em, Atsushi!", Kumiro cheered on.

The core was in the middle of a sunken part of the room; in fact, it almost looked like it was a whole few floors below them, with how deep it was, even though the building only had two floors in total.

The high jump couldn't be made by Kuuma or Kenji, because while they were both pretty resilient, they would break a leg even if they used their abilities, so they resorted to standing on the side of the hole and watching Atsushi as he fought.

"Gh--", he vaguely gasped; A blade of mist had threwn itself horizontally at Atsushi's face, and if he hadn't seen it even a milisecond prior, his lips would be separated from each other, his rows of teeth; his chin and his brains.

He opened his mouth and closed it again not even a second after, clamping down on it with his fangs as hard as he could.

Unlike a bullet, its force wasn't stopped when the object stopped moving; the boy had to keep biting, while the blade was pushing him back.

Kenji grabbed a table from the floor he and Kuuma were on, threw it down at the blade, and because of his strength the piece of furniture ended up shattering the mist in that area.

Shattered, but so was the table.

"eheh."

"Thanks." Atsushi replied with gratitude quickly, then ran forward to the person at the center of the nightmare, took the piece of mist trying to strangle them and tried his best to rip it apart.

After a few seconds, it snapped, and the ropes and blades on the sides of the nightmare gradually retreated.

"Yippee! Good job, tiger boy!", it sounded from above. While saying so Kumiro closed her eyes excitedly and put her hands up. Her bangs (or rather, bang) swayed as she did so.Her hair was short, ending just a little bit below where her neck starts, and it curled outwards at the ends; she once had two long strands of hair in front, falling on her chest, before the right one got cut off in a battle. It now ended just above her earring, which was a long, tiny chain with a star at the end, just short enough to not touch her shoulder. In her other ear was also a star earring, but the star was the entire earring; there was no chain, so the star came immediately on her ear.

The cut also left a little diagonal scar around her right earring, since the blade came from her lower right to her upper left. Her short bang also followed that diagonal line, albeit somewhat more natural, as it had grown a bit by now; she had no motivation to cut the other bang as well to make it look normal, as she felt a somewhat regular haircut would take away the uniqueness of her face.

Her hair was a greenish tint of blonde, and her eyes matched it, being a desaturated teal of color, with spots of yellow around her pupil.

Her eyes were big and round, yet she always looked somewhat dreamy. Perhaps it was the light, desaturated tone in their color, or maybe the fact her upper eyelashes were more prominent than the lower ones, complimenting the very vague eyebags her face always wore.

She used to wear a star hairclip as well, but now that her earring was visible at all times she felt it would cause a "star overdose", so she only wore it occasionally now.

She also sported a tie, the same teal as her eyes, though with more saturation, with a sharp-looking collar to match it. Sometimes she wore a plaid skirt that ended right above her knees as well, but she felt they were slightly uncomfortable, so she usually resorted to pants that matched her black platform boots with beads around the laces.

The same voice that had asked Kumiro about the blade she grabbed, spoke again;"Ya~ayy! Nice work Atsushi!"

"Thank you, Dazai!"

Dazai walked forward from having leaned against the wall, and when Atsushi wanted to to climb up to join the rest on the part of the floor that hadn't sunken, he stopped him by saying: "Atatatata! There's a citizen we need to care of, riiight?"

Kumiro did deem this important, but there was another thing she wanted to address first; "Um. By the way, Dazai."

She looked over at him with a kind of judging look in her teal eyes.

"Yeees?"

"Is it just me, or have you not done anything?"

"..."

He looked over at her, the look on his face the same, still smiling, but the mood in his eyes slightly different.

"...?"

"DON'T PLAY DUMB!", she yelled.

"Heh! Well, but you managed, right? No need for me to butt in!"

She exhaled as she turned her head forward, slightly down, closed her eyes and sighed. "eheh!" was Dazai's response.

"Kuuma. Are your hands alright?" Atsushi asked from down below."Oh! Uh, well, we have Yosano, so no need to worry, right?"

Yosano was the Armed Detective Agency's doctor. Her ability allowed her to heal any wound, as long as it's lethal. And thus, for treating small wounds, she needed to almost kill her patient first.

"Yeah, um, actually, I kinda don't wanna go to her--! Heh. Ah, and also, shouldn't you be helping that girlie behind you?"

"Ah!"

Atsushi turned around and looked at the citizen the Nightmare had come from. She had woken up by now.

"...??????"

She appeared slightly frightened by the mess her room had become.

A sunken floor, a broken table, a shattered window, and holes and cracks in her walls and ceiling.

Atsushi tried to comfort her slightly;

"Yeah, um... sorry. You had a nightmare. It took a while to take care of it..."

Dazai jumped down with his hands in his pockets, his coat swaying behind him, and landed besides Atsushi.

"Zamn, that man has stable legs to be able to jump that far down," Kumiro commented.

Atsushi had transformed back by now, but his stable tiger limbs had allowed him to land safely whenever he jumped.

"Oi! Girliepop!" Kumiro yelled down, "what did you dream about? What did it look like? Did you see black mist? Was something trying to kill you? Wh-GH--"

Her sentence ended with uncomprehensible noises, as she was cut off when Kenji spoke instead.

"Wait until she knows what happened", he said.

"My bad."

Kumiro was a psychology student, and she was very interested in dreams and the subconcious, so the Nightmares awakened her interest greatly. She wanted to find out what caused them, what the dreamer sees, if they can stop it themselves, and much more.

She was very perceptive and almost immediately knew how someone felt by looking at them, and she took great care in respecting others; she tried to objectively rationalize why people, including herself, were acting the way they did or why they felt what they felt, but some interests pushed away that perceptiveness, craving to collect as much knowledge as she could get.

After explaining what had happened to the citizen and (somewhat) taking care of the mess they'd made, and also after getting the knowledge Kumiro wanted, the Agency walked out of the building and headed on to spot more nightmares. When they didn't see any, but instead saw the sun rise, they took themselves back to the agency.

"The agency's gonna go broke if stuff like this keeps happening.", Kuuma sighed.

She pat Dazai on the back with her hand, which she had washed the blood off of and cleaned at the building they practically demolished, and continued;

"Good luck."

"Hm? With what?"

"DAZAAAII!"

Kunikida came storming out of the front door. He ran up to Dazai, loosely grabbed him by the neck and started swaying him back and forth.

"Kunikiiiida-kuuuun...", Dazai replied in a whiny voice, but that didn't help his situation.

"STOP COMPLAINING! YOU'RE IN THE WRONG HERE!"

"Ah--eh--n." Kumiro wanted to stop him, but not only had Dazai not done anything to fight off the nightmare, he hadn't helped clean their mess, and even told the girl that if she wanted to die, she should do it with him. She wasn't really sure how to excuse him.

"...good luck explaining that", she whispered to herself.

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