#i'm planning on also continuing the childhood oda/ranpo fic where oda is the emobodiment of /: and ranpo is tsundere about him

[achairwithapandaonit]

opened up my google docs the other day to find all my bungou wips from back before i started using libre office (and also switched fandoms) and i immediately began re-writing one of them. like, they all still appeal to me so much in a way that doesn't happen often with my fics. definitely something to do with how many of the light novels i read - those really sparked something in me.

anywayyyy because i'm proud of this little bit i'm gonna share the opening scene for the one i'm rewriting. (it's actually such a struggle not to rant about this one, but if i ever post it i do want it to be kind of a surprise. like i want soooo bad to reveal how i plan to end the fic, but that would spoil the ending. sad)

‘The Armed Detective Agency is innocent.’ It’s funny, the way the book interprets things. The words scrawled over it’s page were written by someone naive, honest, and all around desperate. Simple though they are, they weren’t misinterpreted. The meaning isn’t lost; Dazai doesn’t suddenly become innocent of his laundry list of crime, and none of Kyouka’s victims suddenly find themselves alive. The book erases the crimes pinned on them by the Decay of the Angel, and nothing else. It sought out only what was intended. If someone else had used the book, the outcome may have differed. Different thought patterns mean different outcomes mean different capabilities of using the book to get what is wanted – in theory, at least. Idiots get what they want, because they don’t think deeply. The book seeks no further and finds nothing to complicate. In the same simple way the Detective Agency’s innocence was written, making a person must be easy. For an idiot. It must be simple, for someone who doesn’t think. Or, for someone who isn’t aiming to create much. Sigma wasn’t borne of more than a line. A simple line, like, ‘The Armed Detective Agency is innocent.’. He found himself, in a way only a newborn can. Self-sufficient on the will of his author, he flavoured himself with humanity, gathering personality and experience bit by bit until he became ‘Sigma’. The situation changes when you try to create someone who has already existed.