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iloveyosukelegs · 9 months ago

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description: On the wet sand there were traces that were receding and washed away by the sea; he was accompanied by a gentle, familiar whisper in his ears and a steady heartbeat to the last case he himself had created. Last case in their lives.

characters: Yakou Furio, His Wife

word count: 3k

tags: ‼️spoilers for ch4, much of this work was inspired by Yakou's DLC‼️grief, basically my thoughts on their life together

link in ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54474082

"You're thinking about something, Mr. detective..."

"Am I? What a rare thing for me".

A young woman sat down on the sand, crumbly and damp from the incoming sea, folding up the curtain of her black jacket and stretching her legs towards the water without any disgust. She immediately caught a surprised look on herself - no one could expect this kind of an act from a respected scientist. Even her own husband, who had managed to get used to couple of things: both her and his clothes scattered around a modest apartment; the kissed edges of bathroom mirror; indignant “Oh God, just please give this to the local laundromat!”; folders with secret documents stacked on the kitchen table with a note taped to them: “I’ll tell you everything at dinner!”; impulsive dancing in the kitchen at five in the morning before work and permanently unfinished mug of coffee...

“There was one girl... I don’t know if you remember her, she was my classmate for a while, by the way,” the woman exhaled, exhaling frosty air at the same moment with the smoke from the man’s cigarette, “Marie?”

A confused shrug in response.

“Well, what a great memory for the detective,” a soft laugh, “so, this Marie, she loved this coast very much. She even created a collection of accessories for herself from the shells found here, no matter how banal it may sound!.."

"Accessories made of shells? " a smile full of participation.

"Yes, beautiful ones. She was giving you one of her bracelets! Yakou, she would be so offended that you forgot, she wouldn’t survive this if she only knew".

"Is it true?" the man put out his cigarette on the sand, moving closer to his wife, "How much can i really mean for... such unique designers!"

“Marie, this is so cute-o-oh, I’m about to cry, is this really fpr me-e-e?.. What great she-ells, Marie, Marie...” the woman began to repeat in a squeaky voice, clearly parodying a scene from their childhood.

"Did I say that?" short laugh," it scares me that you remember childhood so well. All my life it seemed to me that I was the only one who remembered about our little detective circle. It turns out I don’t remember much at all! Leaky-headed detective".

“A suitable name for more successful commerce...” the purple-haired girl noted, squinting, “earn us millions, Yakou. Name your agency exactly this. Trust me, I know everything about promoting one`s name..."

“Oh, yes, that’s right,” the detective nodded several times, “that famous knowledge about publicity from a scientist whose identity should be kept strictly in secret..."

“Even someone like me,” the scientist was not at a loss in retorting, “knows more than someone like you...”

"These are just insults!"

The man looked into his wife’s eyes, with some pretension, but seeing familiar tenderness with immense understanding in the reasonable and eternally fair gaze, he only dissipated into a smile, deliberately throwing the scientist onto the sand with the kiss, and the sand was not pleasant to the touch. His palms, her neck, and both of their jackets were now in the sand, given that the man was quickly turned over on his side, closer to the water.

The beach was always quiet. It was as if as soon as he looked at the new buildings rising on the horizon, he became somehow calmer. Of course, not as calm as his entire youth and the aforementioned carefree childhood, when there were no suspicious developments, secret projects, or monopolistic Amaterasu in their city, which was slowly but surely destroying family businesses that had been thriving here for decades... The impending disaster on Kanai Ward could be felt by everyone who lived in this city at a time when, apart from low-rise houses, half-empty streets and exclusively familiar and dear faces, nothing else filled it.

Yakou didn’t know what the almost metropolis that was building here could turn out to be. Neither did the only woman who was the one who believed in his dream that had withered due to uselessness thanks to the strange “Peacekeepers” and the still barely clinging status of the only detective in Kanai Ward. The dream of becoming a truly useful detective.

And every time he came to this shore, Yakou Furio harbored the hope that this city still needed detectives, that his ambitions as almost a local superhero were still in demand in the rapidly changing city.

Each time, in his wife’s gaze, he saw something he needed, something that allowed him, on especially cold working mornings, to walk into an empty office with a trembling heartbeat and think about the clients waiting for him there with new intriguing cases.

But after the tenth case of petty theft in a month, the passionate detective returned home on the same cold evenings, with unwanted thoughts wandering around in his head, pinning another “woe-case” on the board. Kissing the cheek of looking exactly the same scientist who returned from work, who had lost all faith in humanity, and heating up the dinner left over from yesterday on the old stove...

"Ugh, water in my boots!" the woman squealed, breaking the kiss with a childish laugh and immediately jumping to her feet.

The boots were indeed soaked through.

“You know, sometimes it seems to me...” says Yakou politely, holding back the same boisterous laugh, “that most of the things that happens to us... could only happen to us alone on the entire planet.”

“I can’t help but agree with you, mr. detective,” the woman stood with one foot on the sand, maintaining her balance and pouring water out of one boot, “a detective who met me just to find out why there were head-hunting on my name before completing the order!.."

“Oh right, it did happened...” an embarrassed look, this story clearly caused shame in the detective to this day, “this is exactly how it sounds, the story of our reunion after this many years... how many years?”

“Yakou Furio,” the woman wheezed, throwing her boots that couldn`t be saved anymore onto the sand and deciding that it would be even less cold to stand barefoot, “please measure the temperature of the surface of the water... it seems you need to find out exactly how long it will take body to decompose. Someone's new corpse seems to appear soon..."

"New corpse?!" the detective asked scared, instantly realizing who his wife had in mind and going straight into the water with his butt and brand new trousers.

The water surface temperature was absolutely hellish. He made this conclusion as an ordinary person who foresaw a cold coming to their door the next day. As a detective, he would have said that the temperature was above zero, still cold, but due to the lack of special equipment, it was impossible to determine the exact figure, and accordingly...

"Have you decided to take sick leave?" Furio mumbled in a plaintive voice, sluggishly leaning on the sand and getting to his feet, feeling how disgustingly the icy water flowed down his entire body, "It`ll be impossible for us to get up tomorrow".

"Sick leave?" a concerned voice, "I thought it was you who was aking for it!"

"Not at all!"

"Don't deceive yourself, mr. detective!"

"You know, if I write a statement against you, you won’t be allowed to do your own research..."

"Will your word really be that influential for Amaterasu?"

"Not at all. My word will be like an empty sound for them" a slight smile.

"You know, mine will be too!"

Laughter. In front of him there was the most beautiful and desirable woman in the whole world, who had numerous ways to poke his pride in her pocket. She was real, alive, frighteningly smart and clearly had the power to create something vital, revolutionary and new, if not for the life of the whole world, but certainly for the life of this city. She stood in front of him while her silken hair was blown by the surf wind, and the late sun of a slightly cloudy sky was setting behind her. It was all so dim and cold, but he still felt and endless warmth from her voice and from this voice he could also hear the confidence in the future that both of them needed on daily basis. She stood barefoot, the edges of her trousers were wet, her shoulders were shaking because of their regular banter with each other, and her glasses were pulled down funny.

This is how she remained forever in his memory.

This, and also her, studying his almost esoteric tattoos with the interest of a real scientist, trying to find rationality in something exclusively spiritual. He forever remembers her talkings, said in moments when she was resting on his chest and thinking out loud about something ordinary. And how that ordinary was usually turned to the doubts and anxieties that were consuming her, concerning the biggest work of her whole life. For some reason it was becoming difficult to breathe at such moments, and his head used to turn off from any kind of thoughts.

He remembers her begging him to get a dog, knowing full well that none of them would be able to care for a living creature. Neither in the detective office, which smelled of the strange smells of clients, where the air was damp and the ceiling was beginning to become covered with mold, nor in the laboratory rooms, double-locked with a strict list of personnel allowed inside.

Sometimes he hummed under his breath songs he had learned by heart from her strange taste in music, which he had grown to love, listening to her soulful singing over a cheap breakfasts.

Sometimes, out of boredom, He scrolled through her explanations of the basics of regenerative medicine in his mind, the science to which she dedicated her safety and the rest of her life. But he still never managed to reproduce everything in his memory, since he had a habit to quickly given up on the involved explanations of numerous diagrams with the structure of each of the tissues of different types of cells...

He laughed, remembering the person who came to his work under the guise of that very image of a detective created by pop culture, always finding somewhere new boring brown long coats and wide hats, which she almost pulled on her head: she believed, this way he hadn`t got a chance to recognize her... But he always did, and then accompanied her on her next business trip, envying his wife’s success in his heart.

He hated to remember her scolding him for his addiction to cigarettes, and anxiously establishing eye contact the day when he found her smoking herself in the gray corridor of the living area. The lips are imprinted in his memory as a black spot, conveying the threatening message in one whisper: “they can get rid of me.”

The cigarette that was put out afterwards on the sole and his own heart, that was full of horror that haunted him all these short years. Something that appeared to be the biggest premonition of disaster.

He remembers the encouraging hands, locked in his hands, promising something impossible, impossible nut needed wonder, without unnecessary and empty words. He remembers the purple hair shimmering on the scientist robe in a ridiculously charming way. They both fell off their feet from fatigue, but every time, in moments like this, it flashed in his thoughts:

“You are definitely the most beautiful and most mysterious secret I could ever meet in my entire career...”

And to her laugh after these thoughts, he once again thought that his cowardice and truly pitiful, but urgent need for money, just to pay off the terribly frightening debt for renting an office, once led him to their favorite cafe, led to his dearest woman who became his wife.

He will forever remember the following unfairly long, rainy and frosty years, when there was nothing left in his heart except only half of himself, the echoing emptiness and the unimpressive view from the window of his new office, given to him by the CEO either out of pity or because of what else. Apparently, as the sign of sympathy. If someone from Amaterasu still had it.

There was no longer any tiny apartment filled with their history and confessions, no kissed mirror in the bathroom, no equipment that horrified him with its scale and precision, no warmth, no easy laughter.

On particularly cold mornings, Yakou Furio now receives only a stupor instead of a kiss on the cheek, which forces him to spend a long time gazing at the view from the tiny window of the submarine: whether morning or evening, this city has become like an endless night. The warmth of a loving woman remained somewhere out there, beyond the current realities, as if in a completely different universe.

Perhaps it’s good that she didn’t have time to find Kanai Ward, dear to their hearts, in such hopeless state.

He was never able to become a “great detective”; the last time he truly felt needed was only in the arms of a scientist, who, one terrible day, confirmed each of their especially terrible anxieties.

Yakou could not know the whole truth that happened that day. But he did not believe in either an explosion or an experiment that did not go according to plan; his wife never made mistakes and never undertook anything in which there was even a tiny possibility of death. Without telling him the slightest word about it. It was their common oath, even if Yakou didn’t quite believe that he would ever have to say something like that.

It was as if she had been the detective all along.

It was useless for a small detective to search for information in the secret laboratory of such a huge corporation as Amaterasu. Therefore, he believed only to lips that trembled at that fateful second that day.

If they were afraid of such a development of events for months, hiding it in their eyes, it just meant that sooner or later it had to happen...

Just like the cruel decision he made.

“I only feel sorry for the kids,” the man said through his teeth, chewing on a weakly burning cigarette, “or can i even call them this way?” a grin, “they do things a thousand times better than me. They are true Master Detectives, after all...”

Yakou shivered, sitting on the empty and dark shore, not resisting the incessant rain for three years, but the water freezing his ankles. The water remained the same. And even the shore. Their shore.

“I’m not proud of much in my life,” the detective said as he exhaled, wincing at the sea, “at my age, i have such a tiny list of actions for which one could be proud. But I am proud of myself, a tiny child passionate about detective work, for our modest circle, this patrolling... we really were like growing heroes!"

And this city needs heroes now more than ever.

A smile, simple and joyful, despite the overwhelming regrets, grief, fear of death awaiting him tomorrow, and a loneliness that was soothing as never before.

"I'm proud of my own lousiness. That the last employee left me that day, that I really agreed for some million to take on such a cruel task as handing over information about some... nice stranger, who, after half an hour of meeting, told me the essence of her secret research. Some Scientist. It's a paradox - if it weren't for my failure and self-pity, you and I would never have met. I would never have heard your voice, disinterested in your own head-hunting".

Laugh.

"I swore to protect you. This city. To be needed by its residents. But I couldn’t protect you,” Furio said in a whisper, clutching a bouquet of white chrysanthemums lying on the damp, environmentally spoiled sand, “but to protect the city... for the last time, the chance has appeared. At least to protect a tiny remnant of the cruel truth... This will be Detective Yakou Furio's greatest case! You'd have been scared. Would have started to dissuade me from this because you love me... Or because you don’t want to have a husband with bloody hands, or do you? I still haven’t had time to understand your preference in men,” a painful grin.

“But, as the Great No.1, the chief of world dedicated to more privileged detectives says: emotions must be discarded to reach a perfect solution through a perfect deduction. But it`s not like I’m afraid,” Yakou shrugged, smiling at the sea, “I think I stopped being afraid of death when they took you away from me. It’s as if you are waiting for me in the vast sky, in which the stars once still shone. And the galaxy will turn out to be nothing more than our smoky, chemical-smelling apartment. Also two-roomed.

“We’ll meet again, you’ll slap me in the face, laugh at my concrete stubble, ruffle my restless hair and kiss my lips, even if it stinks of nicotine more than ever. And you`ll say, jokingly:

“Look at you... protecting me. Thanks, my sweet detective. You`ve done well".

A bouquet, battered by the surf wind, remained lying on the beach; white chrysanthemums, stolen by air currents, landed on the surface of the water, for some reason humbly remaining afloat.

On the wet sand there were traces that were receding and washed away by the sea; he was accompanied by a gentle, familiar whisper in his ears and a steady heartbeat to the last case he himself had created. Last case in their lives.

A young happy couple looked at Yuma through an old photo. A couple, which was going to a friend they both knew very well to discuss all the gossips of a busy and modest town the same evening when the photo was taken.

“To protect all the joy and sorrow that this city has given me”.

six letter word is for memory... or loving

#master detective archives: rain code #rain code #yakou furio #spoilers for ch4 #yakou furio's wife

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snivyartjpeg · 6 months ago

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Yuma Month Day 26 - Role Swap

god i was excited for this one. it first started off as a joke, but the more i thought about it, the more interesting this swap became. so here's my massive lore dump of changes that'd happen in the story beneath the cut (spoiler warning):

i think, fundamentally, yuma and yakou are very similar characters. they're both very protective and kindhearted, with a strong sense of justice and a penchant for attracting terrible luck. because of this, some things would remain the same, such as the NDA's dynamics with their doormat chief as well amnesia!yakou's massive unpaid intern energy. i think yakou would be pretty similar to how he behaved in the light novel- a bit more optimistic and naive, like yuma. but there are two key differences between them that'd make this a different story, especially in ch 4: yuma has a forte, and yakou is very selfish. so here's some changes:

yakou's wife is his shinigami now, as you can see, while shinigami is yuma's dead wife. i think mrs furio would act cooler than shinigami. she'd still be playful, but she takes her job more seriously. also she hands yakou the solution keys normally without throwing up. they still have to do the dance and mouth sword thing tho. and the other stuff. that's just death god protocol

shinigami (or in this case the unnamed Mrs. Kokohead but i will still be calling her shinigami for convenience sake) was a scientist at amaterasu who studied forensics and thanatology instead of regenerative medicine. this also means that the pill she gives zombie yuma is not going to bring him back, but instead grant the zombie homunculi a peaceful, painless, but permanent death

speaking of zombie yuma, he's the homunculus now! yakou is 100% human and also doesnt have a forte. he's still number one, but instead of having a forte he's just that good at solving mysteries

yes this means makoto looks like yakou now. sorry makotoheads. i think he'd have really long, shaggy hair dyed to be like. idk. black or something. also he's more clean shaven bc stubble with a mask on is a sensory nightmare

yuma still cant cook. he subsists entirely on takeout, meat buns, black coffee, and beer. he's still in a lot of debt and under a lot of stress and his personality is essentially "what if canon number one just gave up"

he doesn't smoke though. he tried once and got into the worst coughing fit

imma say it right now. kurumi is not a love interest. yakou likely disguises himself as a faculty member instead (also i think one of the teachers gets a crush on fem yakou bc i just know she'd be hot)

ANYWAY what about chapter 4? im SO glad you asked! because here's where things get spicy!

so, lets start with the dead wife. shinigami catches onto huesca's inhumane research and she's just as adamant about bringing the truth to light as she always is. she blows the whistle, so he blows her up. yuma investigates, but they dont let him look any further, yada yada, yuma stews in his misery for five years

yomi sends in the evidence to motivate yuma to kill huesca, and makoto lets it happen because a dead huesca would be convenient. he even introduces the hitman, fully expecting yuma to make use of him

yuma doesnt. in fact, he wants to kill huesca with his own hands. and now that these detectives are here, he can do it and even return alive. the thing is, he doesn't want to put them in danger, so he chooses to do almost everything alone (sound familiar?)

his plan is simple:

ask desuhiko for a peacekeeper uniform. desuhiko trusts him enough to take "i want to investigate kanai ward's ultimate secret by infiltrating their ranks" as an answer. he does, however, let yakou know about this as an offhand comment before the mystery ever begins

hold fubuki's hand. it doesnt really matter how. she'll gladly allow it because she's fubuki. he stores her time powers and heads out the sub. yakou also learns this as an offhand comment played off as a joke (maybe fubuki affectionately comments about how she never expected the chief's hands to be so soft... idk. there has to be some way for yakou to have this as a future clue)

use his peacekeeper status to sneak into amaterasu HQ and demand a functioning ama-pal from that one creepy researcher

use ama-pal + fubuki's borrowed powers to bypass huesca's security. sneak the bot past the hard-of-hearing doctor and press the button to shut off security

this would probably alert huesca, but since the doctor never received a warning, yuma has enough time to rush in and stab him before he realizes what's going on

leave HQ while still in uniform, dispose of the disguise once he's safe, and return to the NDA like nothing happened. success!

soooo.... yakou, on that same day, decides to investigate amaterasu HQ with makoto

all the while, vivia has his suspicions about yuma's actions and keeps an eye on him in spectral mode. he... basically witnessed the whole thing, so he gets up off his ass and decides to follow yakou to the lab because he has a Very Bad Feeling about this

just like canon, he senses the death god and deduces that our protag has been killing off murderers, and so he wants to protect his chief as well as his peace and quiet (his dynamic with yuma would be the same as his dynamic with yakou, since it's entirely believable for yuma to treat vivia with the same kindness yakou did)

yakou tries to speak to huesca, but surprise! security is disabled and he's dead in the lab! no one else at amaterasu liked huesca enough to check on him, so yakou and makoto are the first ones at the scene of the crime. yakou, of course, decides to start investigating this murder

vivia somehow sneaks into the lab (dont ask me how) and confronts yakou, threatening him with his boxcutter and adamantly imploring him to stop pursuing this particular mystery in the same way he did yuma in canon. unfortunately, this attracts attention, and now they're in trouble (maybe even yomi's there to fetch his files). at this point, yakou has enough solution keys, so he panics and goes right into the labyrinth (and maybe others can enter for another reason that isnt coalescence idk)

so... they go in the labyrinth... vivia tries to stop him every step of the way, until the answer is right in front of them

yakou kills yuma with his own hands. there's no stab wounds or toxic gas to leave any doubt. yakou begins to question what good his justice really does. it doesnt even save them from their predicament, just like the other deaths. instead, makoto ex machina comes in to save them, and hands yakou a small black box

when they return to the agency, everyone is heartbroken over their chief, who seemingly died out of nowhere. fubuki tried rewinding time, but to no avail. halara tried everything to wake him up, knowing it's futile. desuhiko stood aside, feeling completely helpless. and yakou and vivia return looking like they just came back from hell

they barely get the chance for a funeral before the knockout gas trap activates... you know the rest

AAAAND SCENE! so that's my extremely long winded lore dump about this au. i thought about it Way Too Much but god it's so interesting to me. i love these characters and swapping them was immensely fun

#rain code #mdarc #raincode #master detectives archives: rain code #yuma kokohead #yakou furio #desuhiko thunderbolt #shinigami #yumagami #kokogami #yakou's wife #rain code spoilers #mdarc spoilers #raincode spoilers

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