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❝𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐗: Beast Beneath the Moonlight!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... no in particular! lmk if there’s something.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... so sorry if this definitely comes off quite OOC for the characters. I’m actually writing this fic with little information about the anime since I haven’t watched and read the BSD manga for so long, and I honestly missed it:( Anyhow, this chapter contains trigger warnings and sloppy writing. And, this chapter might reveal half of what the reader’s ability! ;)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 4.9K (oops)

SERIES MASTERLIST

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄, 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐕, 𝐕, 𝐕𝐈, 𝐕𝐈𝐈, 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐗

“Stop that,” You mumbled, pushing him away as you put your hands in the pocket of your coat. Your face was flushed of — you don’t even know what to feel right now; were you mad? Embarrassed? The sudden contact and proximity that closed the gap between the two of you caught you off guard. “Stop making everything feels like it’s about you for me.”

“Was it not? You ran away because the both of us won’t work together well. You were indecisive, I was always sure of myself. So, are you telling me that you did that for yourself? You were indecisive, (Name). But you were never selfish when it comes to things like this.” You walk ahead, following the white haired young man in front. You didn’t look back at him, and he never paces himself to walk besides you.

He’s creating a safe distance. And that what makes you irks more.

Ranpo is the type of person that doesn’t know what personal space is. Wether he’s often shoving his face to yours or subtly touching your wrist like it’s the only signal to know if you’re breathing or not. If you’re real and your mind is present to where he wants your attention to be. You’re subconsciously slipping in consciousness and Ranpo’s attentive.

So, he doesn’t understand how you two won’t work together well. When he can perfectly blend with you even as you act as though you were the oil and he’s the water.

“You’re wrong about me, then,” You answered, voice distant. “Many things have change. If you still think that way about me, then you’re the one whose stucked in the past.”

Ranpo heaves a deep sigh coming on his chest, just so you could hear his frustration. Your attitude were definitely testing waters with his patience — and neither was he a patient man. But being close with you like this requires patience and he’s willing to give that to you atleast, for the time being. He remembered your patience before; he was definitely a little shit. A smart little shit.

And now he realized. You were reflecting his attitude when he was younger as much as he was reflecting your calm nature.

“Ah... uhm, Ranpo-san?” Atsushi’s hesitant voice snapped him out of his trance as he raised a brow over the young man who looked quite awkward for his own good. “We’re about to be picked up by a car somewhere as Kenji said.”

“Wait,” You interfere, “I thought we were just having a stroll over a murder that had already happened? What does this mean?” You paused with your eyebrow knitted together in anticipation and a bit of annoyance. “This only means one thing, then. A murder is about to take place.”

“Precisely,” Ranpo answered, “The car thing has to be part of ours, right? You’ve noticed how this place were near trees and mountains.”

“I definitely don’t like where this is going.” You mumbled.

“You have no choice.”

“Leave your belongings on the hidden compartment in the trunk.” Ranpo ordered as you huffed, wrapping your fingers on the strap of your shoulder bag, you maneuver around the back of the car, lifting the trunk as you searched for the hidden lift. There’s definitely a hidden compartment and you pursed lips when you found hand guns and counted knifes. You put your bag on top of them as you slammed the trunk back close.

“Uh, Miss (Name)?” Atsushi whispers your name as he slowly approaches you with the utmost hesitation. “Are you and Ranpo-san not in good terms? I... I mean...! I know you both knew each other before, but...”

“Yes, yes,” You reply when he trailed off, hesitated, and you thought of him as a tiger tucking down and wagging its tail to reveal his intentions without aggression, just pute curiosity. “We’ve known each other and was raised by the President. Why did you ask?”

“He wasn’t really like that... I mean, his attitude; he’s always laid-back and brash about his talent, but I know he is all that. It’s just something new to me to see him somewhat pissed but calm.” Atsushi replied, hands softly waving in front of him with an awkward smile. Now that he mentions, he definitely seems pissed by the tone of his voice. His eyes were opened, emerald gaze focused and lips pursing then and there with the outright pattern. It was something new for Atsushi, but you knew too well. You’ve already seen his side like this before.

“He’s not definitely pissed at some point. I’m sure about that,” You mumbled, “He’s focusing.”

“Oh, is that so?” Atsushi breathe a sigh, “He looks really scary like this.”

You scoffed a smile. “He’s much scarier in action. Despite having no knowledge about physical attributes, a man with intelligence is much scarier than a man with a sword.”

Atsushi gave you a smile of relief, his yellow-purple hues softening as he watched you excuse yourself and walk towards Ranpo. Your brown coat swiftly brushes along the wind, some of your hair out of your low bun dancing along. Ranpo’s gaze on you were sharp; but he spoke with his unusual voice — gone were the tone of his when Atsushi witnessed him solve a crime for the first time in the river. It made him realize that you weren’t just a person in the past as Ranpo told him with the same tone of voice he’s pertaining talking to you right now.

Your bond is special. That must be why Ranpo is being wary of you. Not because he thought that you might be up to no good; but he knew something has changed. And he never wants to admit that he didn’t much change at all as much as what and where are those time goes by. Ranpo definitely wanted to make you admit that you didn’t change at all as you told him that you did.

Time flies. Ranpo stayed on the same ground, and you wanted to change path.

The silence through the ride as you drive speaks louder than words. You could hear Atsushi’s comical heartbeat and Ranpo’s shifted breathing. He was asleep, head nestled on the car’s window as he’s seated on the passenger’s seat, arms crossed and raven hair tousled without his newsboy hat.

Your eyes were fixated on the road, heart stuttering with adrenaline. This would be the first time working without the Paxley; one of your seniors in the field.

The firm loves to pair brain and brawn every chance they get — and Louisville Kingsley Paxley is one of the greatest swordman you’ve met. His ability, however, isn’t that useful when it comes to solving cases nor it was useful for catching culprits; his ability were quite dangerous — and you always think of it as mere vacuum machine. His ability was called The Soul Thief. You figured it was just an accident. But at that time, he unconsciously did show you how his ability works.

Both brain and brawn — although you can admit yourself as someone keen too, there are really those times where you realized that there’s someone and there will be someone that’s better than you. You knew that too well.

You knew. That’s why (even though it’s difficult to admit) — you ran away.

Because if you keep yourself being close, being too close to him, you knew you won’t survive without him anymore. You knew. And, he don’t understand. He don’t understand the possibilities and responsibilities if that’d would happened.

He’s looking forward to it.

And as a child whose never been loved by man, let alone her father — it was too hard to accept.

Your feet step on the brakes with a gasp, eyes widening when you noticed what’s ahead — the sound of chilling calls and symphony of wings shifting in the air — the car abruptly stopped, your body almost slumping forward, back slamming down on the car seat again with the help of the seatbelt.

Crows.

Your eyes squinted, heart palpilating and throat drying when your eyes made contact with one of them — like a piercing glare, it looks down on you like a prey. You hated them. It reminds you of a nightmare where they would knock on your window pane, atleast three times before howling as though imitating the wolf’s vain. The sky seemingly darkened; covered by their darkening wings as they flung in the air with never-ending sign of danger.

“Don’t look,” A voice snapped you out of clouded thoughts, your hand in the steering wheel being planted with warm ones before it is gone, same as your eyesight. Your eyes were abruptly covered with a soft material before it was tied on the back of your head and you realized Ranpo’s tying a blindfold over your eyes. “Keep your ears from hearing their noises.”

Keep listening to my heartbeat so it would calm you down. You like hearing it, right? — “No, no, no, no,” You wave your hands in the air, “I’m fine, it’s fine. No, I don’t need —”

“You clearly do.” His voice were affirmative and firm with a bucket of sternness and you were quick to stop your frantic hands from waving, your ears instinctively had their attention to his heartbeat in command, your ability raking through the cells of your body and it made you take a sharp inhale from your lungs.

“Atsushi, did you hurt yourself? Are you alright there?” You hear him say, before his palm travel to your wrist.

“Yes... Yes! I’m fine. Just a bit caught off-guard. Is Miss (Name) alright? She seems a bit flustered.”

“Yeah. She’s not too fond of crows.”

You bit your tounge to refrain yourself from talking, too focus with Ranpo’s heartbeat pumping in your ears. He’s got the gentlest rhythm, yet firm and loud as though mimicking his determination and ideals.

“We have to go. This crows seems like someone’s ability and we don’t need to go undercover anymore,” You retorts, snatching your wrist away from the man on the passenger’s seat before removing the blindfold over your eyes. You hand the thing back to him without meeting his eyes that’s boring into your movements without fail. “If you two are going to decide that you’re going to go physical over this investigation, I suggest you go and tell me about it beforehand or I might not be nice.”

The car door slammed open and close at your command as you hop out of the car, leaving the two inside.

“Miss (Name) is not that nice to begin with.” You heard the muffled voice and your face twitched.

“She’s a legal authority. She’s much nicer other than the officers we already met, y'know.” You heard Ranpo replied and you rolled your eyes. You look ahead, eyes trailing over the opened black gates as you squinted. There are other cars, police cars to be exact, the color of blues and red wails over as you walk straight to the path. The mansion is huge and the structure is enough to tell how the people might be an old money rich.

“I told you, we don’t need such show anymore. The area is already covered with police.” You acknowledged when the two already catch up by your side, their eyes trailing in front.

“Why would it be covered this early if this mansion is hidden?” Atsushi voiced out his curiousity and you understood his point.

“Well, they’re quite known, especially in media. One moment they were gone and it’s all over the news. It’s no wonder since their family’s legacy are being preserved carefully.” You filled the young man’s question as you finally arrived where the do not cross yellow tape hovers and suddenly, all eyes were shifted in attention of the newcomers.

“Oh, wait. We actually don’t need any lawsuits here. The case were already close and the culprit’s not in need of an attorney. So, you can leave.” A sudden officer had appeared in front, leaving you with an eyebrow raised.

“Clearly expected less of an officer who doesn’t have an experience with ability users also lacks an ability to think thoroughly before deciding if this case is in need of an attorney or a veterinarian, no?” You huffed with the most gentlest smile you can afford to show, which appeared to be a hint of glare without an actual smile plastered on your lips — nothing. You glared through your eyelashes, lips pursing in a frown as you shift foot to another.

“What?! —”

“Passing through, passing through!” Ranpo exclaimed, ripping through the yellow tape barricades as he hovers over, a few officers coming to stop him from getting closer but you already followed the man shortly, making the officers abruptly moves away in command.

“What do you think? An ability user, huh?” You stood besides Ranpo as he muttered, staring down at the corpse of a man with his eyes gone and dripping red, probably plucked down by a crow, gnawed down until the back of his head. “It looks like he died with slow torture too. Crows is a predator that likes to chew their prey nice and slow.”

“Yes. However, an ability to control such animal like that requires a huge amount of accuracy and nearness of the user. Don’t you think it’s odd if this mansion’s almost abandoned and the family that owned this place’s already have their own path?” You retorted as you looked around.

The mansion looks abandoned; the grass were fully grown without the idea of getting it nurtured with its leaves turning pale yellow. The fountain in the middle were full of rainwater and supple leaves had already submerged, floating gradually and everything around just looks... out of place.

“That’s correct, however...” Ranpo confirmed, his eyes trailing over Atsushi and you already knew his point — which is also can be the point.

The ability user can also have the ability to turn into the crow itself.

It’s possible. As much as how diverse and each of the abilities in the world could be different and useful to its user.

As much as it satisfy the wants and needs of its user.

“Hey, are you listening?”

“Huh? Did I miss something?”

“No, I didn’t actually say anything.” Ranpo replied, squinting his eyes on you and you huffed a sigh.

“Crows doesn’t actually mean death, y'know,” Ranpo pointed out, sticking his finger to poke you on the cheek, “Maybe this case just needs a veterinarian and not someone like us.”

“Maybe, if this does just needs a veterinarian, Kenji won’t ask you to hop on a train and travel almost an hour to come here, right?” You bite back and the latter pouts, mumbling something about being too smart for your own good and you shook your head in disbelief.

“You already meddle too much. Now, what’s the real deal here if you’re so smart, huh?” The same officer appeared before you.

“Atleast you were aware that we’re out of your league,” You started, “In all honesty, the air in this place is too humid for crows to nest as they tend to nest somewhere more damp. The way the victim died is nowhere as natural as how crows kill.”

“Because crows doesn’t kill humans,” Ranpo added, “Unless they feel threatened, they will attack to protect their offsprings. But they can’t kill the way the victim died.”

“Did you happened to bump into many crows on your way here?” You asked the officer who stares at you in confusion and you confirmed.

The thing you saw earlier, you were the only one who saw it.

Your eyes traveled to Ranpo, almost as if you were glaring at the man yet with no hate. You were sure they also saw that through at first — but the way Ranpo had avoided to look in your eyes right now proves the point.

“We never encountered such things.”

You didn’t know how many times you’ve been spacing out by now as you stare at some space after Ranpo decided to excuse the three of you out of that place to catch the culprit as he said — now sitting on the train destinated a little more farther in urban areas, you could almost feel the supple chilling air as the train continues to stride in full force, skin prickling at the sudden change of temperature.

“How did you know I was getting visions earlier?” You voiced out, unable to stay oblivious by the fact that he knew what was happening. He shifted to his seat right besides you.

“You hated crows.” He mumbles. He remembered.

“Do you still remember the visions I unconsciously made you see?”

“I couldn’t forget,” He answers, “You look so scared. You look vulnerable. That’s the only memory I coud keep after seeing you with independence and will as strong now. That you would and could still have that same vulnerability you had before..... you had that expression earlier and I couldn’t erase that possibility that easy.”

You fell silent. There it is, the way your heartbeat constantly sped up. Maybe it’s the vulnerability you started hating when your mind constantly screams how it shows weakness — and weakness isn’t one in your vocabulary anymore. You hate it with compassion; you’re smarter than average, you have a strong will and ideals to hold on so you won’t fall apart and emotions, emotions is your biggest enemy, it is the only thing that you don’t understand that most of the average does.

So, you don’t understand the means of having your heart beats up this fast, racing like the moving train as you heave a sigh. Maybe you’re just offended. Vulnerability? What does this man takes me for? Maybe, he does belittle you too much for his own good. He never saw an ounce of capability to you so he wanted to ‘protect’ you even though you don’t need it. Help? To save you? Hah.

You shut your eyes to keep yourself calm. “I’m not scared by that. I was just surprised. The visions came to me without warning.”

“You should stop taking those pills. It’s actually making that visions worse than they are before. Your visions can be seem by the people you allowed to witness it, but you can’t do that anymore, yes? You can only witness the visions alone and it’s making some of your investigations and court hearing quite difficult.” Ranpo pointed out and you were silent once again.

The pills. Why does he even know about the pills? Why does this man knows everything?!

“If you’re not taking care of yourself properly, you can’t use your ability right, then. Abilities are also the users’ physical capabilities.” He added.

Ranpo could feel your uncertainty and the want to bite back to him, but you stay silent and silence through out the train ride. The pills felt heavy in your coat pocket, your mind swirls with many thoughts and eyes burns trying not to look at him because you knew he’s been staring. He’s right. He’s always right. And you were left with so much doubts if you can keep this set up with him. Because it was only half of the day and you were already exhausted.

The wind blows and the trees hums. Urban places atmosphere feels nice and calm. The sun is still up and it strikes not too begrudgingly hot against your skin.

Ranpo’s hearbeat is unusually frantic, similar to the classical tune you often hear in formal events — it made you uneasy, especially after knowing him years of having that kind of heartbeat when solving a case. But right now, he seems nerved. Like he wanted to prove something.

“(Name).” He whispered your name, yet he never uttered another word again as you walk the path of an unfamiliar place of trees.

The more the place seems to darken, the more Ranpo’s heartbeat lose its rhythm. The place was starting to get familiar, the tall trees seems to be delighted with your arrival as the leaves dances with a tune and your heart started to leap too.

“Ranpo-san, wait,” Atsushi’s voiced out his fear and you only realized how his heartbeat were screaming when you saw the horror on his face. “This place is...”

“Ah,” Ranpo chides, his face fall and unable to look the either of you in the eyes, “This is completely unrelated with the case. The man earlier was killed by a priest who practiced killing people by gouging their eyes out. The corpse were eaten by ravens, not crows. Atsushi, you remember this place, right?”

“How could.... How could.... I.... How....” Atsushi stammers, his whole body collapse on the ground as he shriek with fear. “How ccould I forget?”

“Nakajima?” You called out with uncertainty, unsure hands reaching for him only for it to be slapped away.

“Ranpo....” You called out for the man and he stared at you. “Why did you bring us here in the orphanage? His orphanage to be exact.”

“He can’t control his ability yet and the President ask me to do the favor.”

“And bringing him here, back to where his ability lose its control is a good idea? How could you be so insensitive?” You huffed out. Atsushi started to wail, trashing on the ground with his hands protectively slotting on his head, probably the only thing he could protect before.

You knew his history well. Nakajima Atsushi is a child you’ve tormented with your ability. You knew the monster of an ability he had. His potential to save people and slaughter at the same time.

The child who made the scar on your back.

The consequences of your ability is now in front of you. After the tormentation, Nakajima Atsushi was sent to an orphanage and you never heard anything about him. He’s one remarkable child.

“Atsushi...” You mumble his name with cautionary, the timber of his eyes brightened and deepened as he looks up, unkempt hair out of place as his ability began to activate — his emotion is one of the trigger of his ability. It’s out of place. He’s out of place. You hear the bones cracking and the defeaning scream he let out, it bounces through the place. When flashes of green surrounds you, golden specks appeared in your eyes as though you can see the world as science — although it punished the throbbing feeling in your head, the beast came out, letting its fangs out as it glared at you and roar with fury.

You can hear its aggression. Its protecting its host from harm. It got its own mind and own personality and lastly, it’s hard to tame.

The white tiger had roared again and you took it as a sign of affirmation. A confirmation of letting yourself into its conscious mind. When the light fades to darkness, your eyes adjusted to the dark and the only light you saw were the purple and yellow hues of the beast eyes.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, “I’ve caused you much pain before. All of those memories in the orphanage... I caused that. I... I did that... And, I don’t know the reason why — I...” Your voice trailed, echoing through the walls of nothing and the beast growls, it howls, almost like a sound of whimper, a sound of exhaustion.

The ruckus your ability created had affected Atsushi’s ability to remember his past, to what’s real and what’s not, and how you imprinted to the beast in front of you that he will and will only appeared when the moon’s full to fulfill its bloodlust. The beast in front of you were a product of your father’s scheme.

“Let me apologize properly.” You proposed and you hear a warning growl when you step in the dark, yet a sudden glow of white dust surrounds the path where you could clearly see the beast in the form of a white tiger; yellow-purple eyes and striped fur — this time, its properly propped down on the floor, tail loosely ground down as it stared at you.

You walk slowly and surely, dropping and relaxing your shoulders down to proposed your submission — the thing you never did. Now with a certain knowledge about things you never had when you were a child, your demeanor completely changed, but the remaining scent of the past never wears off and Atsushi’s ability was well aware of that.

A whisper of snarl, one of its paw twitched when you were finally a bite away, yet you remained calm; heart beating softly and your breathing show no signs of delirium.

You raised your palm gently as it begins to glow with the specks of green, until it changes with the shade of red; associated with Atsushi’s ability aggression when the moonlight appears, the shade of yellow; his sheer happiness, and the shade of blue to accompany his sadness — you smiled towards the tiger, “When you mix blue and red, it will become purple. These are like your eyes.”

The tiger whines, low and soft.

“The Law of Attraction; Beast Beneath the Moonlight.”

“You don’t pass out anymore like before.” Ranpo spoke after remaining silent throughout the ride. He had asked to be fetched right in the middle of the forest after your consciousness came back to life.

You remained standing and unmoving during the process of Atsushi’s ability restoration. It wasn’t easy just like before; his ability were still aggressive the whole time and it seems like it has been trapped to its host control. You heard about the white tiger’s case and you were the exact reason why he can’t control his ability.

Ability restoration allows you to restore one’s ability when its user is out of control. Just like the human’s consciousness, abilities lived at the back of the user’s mind to however they want to use their ability. For that, your ability allows you to do such thing as long as it’s related with consciousness and the human’s mind.

It was also difficult to do on your own. Just as for the others, your ability allows you to be used by other ability users just as how much corrupted it can be — as long as your body can handle. But right now, you were safe to say that you can use your ability without other ability users anymore.

“I told you, there’s no need to be sappy about not wanting to come back in the Agency anymore. I can handle myself. If you only need me to bring Atsushi’s ability to submit to him, you could’ve just told me or ask me about that. I’m willing to help.” You replied, exhausted as you ran a hand through your hair, eyes threatening to close anytime soon. Despite not passing out anymore, you definitely felt sleepy after that.

“You know it’s not just about that.” He retorts, eyes shifting everywhere but never on yours. You completely get how misdirecting Ranpo’s ability to point out his real intentions, his words always got to make other meanings and as much as you want to understand him (— you somehow ended up understanding him like some sort of a client that wasn't really sure of what he witnessed), the thought of his were just keeps revolving from the past.

“And you know damn well, I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” You sounded annoyed and fed up and your ears perked when you hear the man besides you sulked in the corner.

“Uuuuuuuuh,” You heard him groaned, “Then let’s make a deal.”

“That’s so childish.”

“Okay, Miss-Already-Matured! Just because you had your diploma, that doesn’t mean you get to call me childish!”

“I’m not calling you childish! The dare! It’s the dare I’m calling childish!”

The man was quick to shut up, but he remains to be sulking with his arms crossed on his chest, lips formed in a pout and his body were slouched down on his chair. You shook your head with a sigh.

“Fine,” You gave up, “I’ll give this another shot. As long as you help me dig to my father’s name.”

“You want to know everything?”

“Not with you just telling me,” You quickly pondered, pointing a finger to him. “I know you already had an idea or even a hunch before. But I need evidences.”

“You want me to lead you on to your investigation,” His statement wasn’t even punctuated with interrogation — he stated with sure and firmly. His face became serious, expression dropping down in an instant as he finally stares at you. “You know, it’s dangerous. But it was a right choice asking the Agency for it; we were always up with danger no one could ask for.”

He shot you a look as he grinned. And you know you might as well fucked up — not only the possible danger, but your heart is quick to malfunction when he offered you a reassuring smile.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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