12-25-2018, 08:38 AM
[div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;margin-top:10px;color:#000;line-height:100%"]hELLO. i will never stop raving about how much i love the og trio... omg.... bless them. anyway, this short thing i wrote is just about yosano, ranpo, and kunikida reminiscing about the first time kunikida was ever healed by yosano's 'thou shalt not die' ability lmao... i.. shouldn't laugh @ his trauma, but :'^)))
"Yosano-san!"
Haruno's sharp cry disrupts the lull of silence in Yosano's office. The doctor recognizes the edge in her tone right away, and doesn't hesitate to set her papers aside and stand to her feet - just in time for the secretary to rush in with an anticipated look of concern.
"What's happened, Haruno-san?"
"Kunikida-san - he was injured while accompanying Ranpo-san on his case!"
Yosano sets her jaw. "Where are they right now?"
"Ranpo-san was just on the phone with us - they're coming up the stairs right now!"
The stairs? The elevator is working though.
She doesn't have time to think about the details. Yosano pivots on a heel to reach for her bag. "Ranpo knows where to bring him. I'll be there waiting for them when they arrive. Thank you, Haruno-san."
"O-Of course!"
And just as she says, of course Ranpo knows where to bring the newest member of the Armed Detective Agency. The short detective pushes open the double doors leading into Yosano's operating room with a young, blond man using his shoulder to keep himself upright.
Such is the recklessness of youth, she thinks, but she can't put much fondness in the thought when urgency in regards to the current situation is a must.
"Yosano-san, sorry to barge in on you!" Ranpo greets with a lopsided smile, helping the man in his hold towards the woman's operating table to sit on it. "Kunikida unfortunately got shot by a greenhorn policeman during our case while chasing the criminal."
Yosano folds her arms, scrutinizing the bleeding wound on Kunikida's side. It has long since seeped into his dress shirt and slacks, but it doesn't seem fatal in spite of how the blond is sweating and taking heavy breaths for air due to blood loss. That's both convenient and inconvenient, all things considered.
"I'm s-sorry, Yosano-san..." Kunikida rasps, bowing his head. "I'll be in the care of your ability, I'm afraid."
"You aren't just yet."
Her words earn a confused furrow of the younger's brows as Kunikida watches her rummage through her bag.
"That's right, Kunikida, you can't be in her care just yet!" Ranpo agrees with a cheerfulness that feels unsettling all of a sudden. His hands rest on Kunikida's shoulders, reeling the young man back until he's laying flat on the operating table. "Here, lay back like this so she can work more efficiently!"
"What do you...?"
"Hm, what shall I use today, Ranpo-san?"
"Uhhh, whatever will get it done the quickest. We have another job in the afternoon."
"Er... hello?" They're ignoring him. His new seniors are ignoring him as he's bleeding out on a table-
"I see. Then the chainsaw it is."
...hold on, the what?
Blue eyes shift to focus on the doctor who has her back turned to them. She bends down , picking something up from the floor - and when she turns around, there's a chainsaw with a striking red motor in her hands. Kunikida attempts to sit up, but is quickly shoved down again by Ranpo. Now, the man looks far more devilish than his puerile appearance would allow people to believe. Kunikida feels dread settling into his system the same moment Yosano pulls the chain of her chainsaw and revs it to life.
"R-Ranpo-san?!"
"Well, that's how 'Thou Shalt Not Die' is, you know. If you're not already half dead, she can't heal you. That being said..." The detective smiles. "So sorry, but please die a little, Kunikida-kun."
His own expression of terror reflected in the polished metal of the chainsaw is the last thing he sees before he passes out from shock.
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"Yosano-san!"
Haruno's sharp cry disrupts the lull of silence in Yosano's office. The doctor recognizes the edge in her tone right away, and doesn't hesitate to set her papers aside and stand to her feet - just in time for the secretary to rush in with an anticipated look of concern.
"What's happened, Haruno-san?"
"Kunikida-san - he was injured while accompanying Ranpo-san on his case!"
Yosano sets her jaw. "Where are they right now?"
"Ranpo-san was just on the phone with us - they're coming up the stairs right now!"
The stairs? The elevator is working though.
She doesn't have time to think about the details. Yosano pivots on a heel to reach for her bag. "Ranpo knows where to bring him. I'll be there waiting for them when they arrive. Thank you, Haruno-san."
"O-Of course!"
And just as she says, of course Ranpo knows where to bring the newest member of the Armed Detective Agency. The short detective pushes open the double doors leading into Yosano's operating room with a young, blond man using his shoulder to keep himself upright.
Such is the recklessness of youth, she thinks, but she can't put much fondness in the thought when urgency in regards to the current situation is a must.
"Yosano-san, sorry to barge in on you!" Ranpo greets with a lopsided smile, helping the man in his hold towards the woman's operating table to sit on it. "Kunikida unfortunately got shot by a greenhorn policeman during our case while chasing the criminal."
Yosano folds her arms, scrutinizing the bleeding wound on Kunikida's side. It has long since seeped into his dress shirt and slacks, but it doesn't seem fatal in spite of how the blond is sweating and taking heavy breaths for air due to blood loss. That's both convenient and inconvenient, all things considered.
"I'm s-sorry, Yosano-san..." Kunikida rasps, bowing his head. "I'll be in the care of your ability, I'm afraid."
"You aren't just yet."
Her words earn a confused furrow of the younger's brows as Kunikida watches her rummage through her bag.
"That's right, Kunikida, you can't be in her care just yet!" Ranpo agrees with a cheerfulness that feels unsettling all of a sudden. His hands rest on Kunikida's shoulders, reeling the young man back until he's laying flat on the operating table. "Here, lay back like this so she can work more efficiently!"
"What do you...?"
"Hm, what shall I use today, Ranpo-san?"
"Uhhh, whatever will get it done the quickest. We have another job in the afternoon."
"Er... hello?" They're ignoring him. His new seniors are ignoring him as he's bleeding out on a table-
"I see. Then the chainsaw it is."
...hold on, the what?
Blue eyes shift to focus on the doctor who has her back turned to them. She bends down , picking something up from the floor - and when she turns around, there's a chainsaw with a striking red motor in her hands. Kunikida attempts to sit up, but is quickly shoved down again by Ranpo. Now, the man looks far more devilish than his puerile appearance would allow people to believe. Kunikida feels dread settling into his system the same moment Yosano pulls the chain of her chainsaw and revs it to life.
"R-Ranpo-san?!"
"Well, that's how 'Thou Shalt Not Die' is, you know. If you're not already half dead, she can't heal you. That being said..." The detective smiles. "So sorry, but please die a little, Kunikida-kun."
His own expression of terror reflected in the polished metal of the chainsaw is the last thing he sees before he passes out from shock.
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"Yosano-san. Oiiii, Yosano-san, snap out of it!"
Ranpo's voice and the snapping of fingers wakes the woman from her daze. She blinks once, twice, then gives a quick glance of her surroundings - she's in her office, standing in front of Ranpo and Kunikida who are sitting in one of her infirmary beds. There's a small pile of bandages soaked with blood in between them and their shirts are either covered in dirt stains or in tatters.
Her violet gaze lift slightly to meet their faces, and she is met with the sight of a pair of blue and green eyes studying her curiously.
"Sorry. What were you saying?"
"Well, letting go of the applesauce packs would be a good start before talking." Ranpo answers. He tugs at something in Yosano's grasp, and she finally remembers: she was giving them something with vitamins mixed in to help make up for the blood loss they suffered before being healed.
Yosano releases both packs silently in favor of crossing her arms over her chest, watching as the detective eagerly takes the cap of the applesauce pack into his mouth and makes an audible, annoying sucking sound.
"You looked rather out of it for a moment there, Yosano-san..." Kunikida follows, mimicking Ranpo's actions, though he's more polite about making any obnoxious noises.
"Ah... I was just remembering something."
"Remembering something?"
Yosano smiles. "The first time you were healed by my ability, actually."
Kunikida promptly chokes on his applesauce and coughs into a palm to gather himself. He can feel Ranpo's amused gaze on him, which he answers with a small squint of his own. "I'd rather not remember that time in particular... it was more horrendous than it should have been."
"My, my, don't make Yosano-san seem more terrifying than she really is!" Ranpo scolds, wagging a finger.
"Ranpo-san, you were the one behind my being shot that day," Kunikida counters. "You went through the trouble hiring someone to pose as a policeman on the force helping us that day - and then you purposely used the stairs so I bled out more."
"But you lived! And anyway, I was testing you!"
"There were hundreds of other ways to test my deduction skills and resilience without paying someone to shoot me!"
"Kunikida, you lost quite a bit of blood. Don't get too excited." Yosano scolds.
Her words effectively make the blond relax. He casts a lingering frown at Ranpo, but it doesn't last long. He can't remain angry at Ranpo long, not when he understands that, in the long run, it was for a reason. "That was some time ago, though... it's been four years now, hasn't it?"
Ranpo throws his head back with a sigh. "Feels so much shorter when you work as much as we do."
"Back then," the blond's expression softens. "I remember I flinched away from Yosano-san's touch because of the additional harm that needed to be inflicted so she could use her ability. It's embarrassing to think about now... surely I hurt your feelings quite a bit, if Ranpo-san's reaction wasn't enough."
"Ahhh, that's right," Ranpo follows, speaking with the cap of his applesauce caught hanging from his teeth. "I got real irritated you kept avoiding her and wanted to emphasize how amazing her ability is and why we need her, so I stabbed myself."
"You looked like you were trying to commit seppuku."
"If it's for Yosano-san's sake, I have no problem cutting myself open and ripping out my insides!"
Kunikida heaves a sigh, lifting a hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "Yes... you certainly made that point very clear, but I'm sure both Yosano-san and I are just as happy if you don't attempt that again just to prove a point. You're the pillar of the agency, Ranpo-san - you can't be reckless." The bespectacled man's shoulders sag a bit. "Well, that aside though, it truly is a relief that younger, foolish me could adapt to at least that much quickly. The agency really wouldn't be what it is today without you two. Maybe it wouldn't exist at all."
"That's exactly right! It's good that you know that, Kunikida!"
Yosano breaks into a laugh that causes the duo to look at her. Their expressions blatantly ask what's so funny, so she takes that as voiced enough to answer, "It's nothing, I just... I'm glad we're friends." And then, she smiles, wide and warm. "I truly am."
Kunikida and Ranpo smile in return without hesitation. Ranpo, despite how much of a mess he is, leans into Kunikida and nudges at his side with an elbow. "Yosano-san's smile makes this all worthwhile! I'd say a job well done - I love this job!"
Kunikida laughs softly, tilting his head to rest his cheek against the detective's messy head of black hair. "That's true. I don't regret joining the agency, and I'm always thankful Yosano-san has our back. We could call her a saving grace, even."
"That I do... To think, until Kyouka came along, I was surrounded by reckless stupid male ability users." Yosano dramatically presses a gloved hand to her forehead. "She's my saving grace."
"Ahh, that's rude! Yosano-san, don't bully us! We were on the brink of death just a few hours ago, you know!"
Yosano laughs, reaching out to ruffle the duo's hair with each hand. "Relax, I'm only joking. There isn't anything in the world I wouldn't do for the agency, especially you two." She leans forward, lightly flicking both of their foreheads. "I haven't regretted joining for a second - I'm happy I'm here."
And I'm happy you accept me just as I am.
Thank you.