Reminiscent // KUNIKIDA DOPPO ||

Chapter 2 : A New Member To The Team

"This Angel, who are they? Or rather, what?" Dazai asked the question that I had been thinking about.

"I'm not sure, I've never met them before. But, as the Angel "apostles" would say, they were someone sent by God himself. A gift so to say."

How odd

"So, let's assume that the Angel is a person and is the one giving commands. If we were to catch whoever this Angel is, would the group lose themselves?" I asked. Once again, L/N trailed off, most likely thinking about her answer.

"Perhaps, but there's an issue."

"?"

"The Angel, well, they're dead."

***

Based on what our newest recruit had said, the Angel that the group had been praising and giving sacrifices to had died of old age. If this was the case, it was likely they were the ones who started the group officially, having named themselves as a god. Obviously, the claims of being god and immoral were proven false to their apostles when they died. Was the Angel's death the reason why they continued to kill?

After hearing about the Angel's death, I decided to begin a conference with the Agency after lunch. L/N gave our team all of the information she had told Dazai and I originally. The only portion she had left out was the fact she was a part of the Angel's Apostles, and a mere detective who had been studying them for a while. I could only assume she said this because Kenji was in the room.

As she had explained, she had noticed more killings happening after the Angel's death. Although sacrifices were still made when the Angel was alive, they happened once each month, and the victims of said murders would go missing in different regions of Japan. The only way the police were able to see that all of the murders were connected was the fact all of the victims were children, and their limbs were missing.

The conference lasted for a couple of hours, so by the time it was over, it was time to clock out. I began gathering my things and prepared to head home. Dazai and L/N were standing idly, with the man's arm over her shoulder as if they're siblings who hadn't seen each other since last Christmas. Ah well, not much I can do about it. It's double the unproductivity, however, which is something I wasn't very fond of. Although, it was true that L/N would not stay with the Agency forever, as the Armed Detective Agency hardly lets people without special abilities stay on the team permanently, with the exception of Ranpo. An amazing detective who could deduce any case without the aid of a special ability. I had doubted L/N was someone with extreme skill though.

"Woah, L/N. You have a prosthetic leg?" Right before I walked out of the door, that statement had stopped me in my tracks. I turned my head, and sure enough. L/N had her feet up on the desk, making the fabric of her pants rise just above her ankle. The woman pulled her pants up a bit more after Dazai took notice of the prosthetic.

"Yeah." She responded.

"How did you lose your leg?"

"It got trampled on by a cow, and I lost it forever," L/N answered with no hesitation, almost as if the explanation was automatic and she had said it many times before,

"Ah-interesting."

A cow? That's by far one of the most random situations I have ever heard of. L/N took notice of me looking in their direction, and stopped. We looked at each other for a moment, and her stare was soon a small smirk.

"I see you're interested in my fake metal leg, yes?" L/N remarked with a little too much pride. It's as if the leg gave her some sort of bragging right.

"Well-" I began, but was quickly interrupted.

"How far does it go? Do you feel it when I touch it? How heavy is it?" Dazai began rolling up her pants even more, examining the prosthetic and touching it as if he had never seen such a thing before. Had he absolutely lost his mind?!

"Dazai! You don't just go around rolling up ladies pants and touching their metal..legs all over!!" I stomped my way over to them, furious with Dazai's inappropriate actions. I swiftly swung my hand into the back of his head, which made him fall to the ground with much force.

"OW-" He rubbed the back of his head.

"And another thing! Did you finish that paperwork I needed you to complete?!" I barked at him once again, almost waiting for me to start lecturing him and his stupidity.

"See...funny story Kunikida-kun..." I waited, but before I could do anything, the brunette scrambled to stand up and ran out the Agency door. My eye twitched, I didn't even bother to chase him. What a lazy excuse of a man.

"Don't worry, I'm already doing it." The woman's voice caught my attention, I turned around and noticed she hadn't gathered her belongings yet. In actuality, her laptop was still on and active.

"You?"

"Sure, I don't really have anywhere to be. Besides, it shouldn't take too long. These files go over yesterday's visit to Hanamaki, and I practically know the jist of what happened." She explained with a smile as she began to type. Well, I suppose she wasn't as unproductive as Dazai. What a relief that was, I might end up warming up to her.

"Well, if it won't take too long, I'll wait for you and walk you home." I offered.

"Walk me home so you know my address? I'll kindly decline."

Correction, I will never warm up to this arrogant woman.

"Remind me to never offer you kind gestures," I commented with a scowl.

"Noted~," She said with a happy smile. "Besides, I wouldn't want you to get off schedule from your notebook. It would be cruel of me to do that." L/N said, still typing away.

Wait...

How did she know I had a notebook with ideals? I hadn't mentioned it at all unless Dazai had rambled about it to her to embarrass me. Or possibly, he showed her my notebook! Along with my ideal spouse page! If that were the case, I would have to scold him another time.

Now that I had thought of it, this woman was beginning to become familiar, in a very odd way. It's not as if I recognize her personality, but something about her reminded me of someone. Was it because of her physical appearance? Or perhaps..was it her name..?

"L/N."

"What do you want now? I thought you were leaving."

"First year of high school, where did you go to?" Suddenly, the sound of typing stopped. She fully turned her head to me.

"What?"

"What high school did you go to, as a first-year?" I was silent as I awaited her answer, but she was silent as well. I decided to add one more question into the mix. "And were you a part of the gardening club..?"