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There was a thick, palatable feeling of tension that hung in the air of the meeting room of the ADA. Multiple pairs of pressed lips trembling and wanting to bring up a string of words that were better off not uttered in this particular moment.
The elephant in the room was gigantic.
It was simply too much to ignore and just brush off. Even the most focused and on task members found it hard to concentrate in the face of this… new occurrence.
Of course there was one person who took the opportunity to find amusement in all of this rampant confusion. Ranpo found it difficult to stifle a laugh at the faces of bewilderment that was plastered on the faces of the other members of the ADA.
“Do you all understand what your roles are in this investigation?” Fukuzawa's serious and stern voice quickly cleared the mid-day stupor of the members in the room.
The usual effect of his intonation was thwarted by his current visage. It isn’t quite often that your boss decides to hold a meeting about a new investigation while donning an experimental hairstyle, for lack of a better term.
The Leader of the ADA was sporting two low pigtails held by two equally jarring sparkly pink bows. The front of his hair was littered in a multitude of cute hair clips. It was hard to even visualize the silver haired man taking time out of his day to do this to himself. Simply said, it left the agency stumped…
Steel blue eyes briskly swept the faces of his subordinates. Fukuzawa let out a light sigh before addressing the room.
“If I had known my wife’s hijinks would disturb the lot of you this much, I would’ve taken them out before this meeting…”
Whiplash could not even begin to describe the emotion that washed over the members of the ADA.
The silence that now encased the meeting room was deafening. If a speck of dust were to be blown off the table, surely it could’ve been heard all over the world.
The piercing scrape of a chair against the floor caused almost all of the members to wince.
“YOU HAVE A WIFE?!?????!?”
Atsushi’s outburst was all it took for Ranpo to let loose. His outrageous peels of laughter could still be heard over the incessant and continuous barrage of questions that was hurtled at the stunned leader of the ADA.
Obnoxious guffaws accompanied with the tears running down the detective’s face was quite the sight to behold, if only the other members weren’t preoccupied with interviewing their boss.
“When did you meet her???”
“When did you guys get married?”
“And if you did, why weren’t we invited?”
“Who made the first move?”
“How likely is she to commit double suicide with you???”
“…”
A green eyed man-child was still up in hysterics, his fist now pounding against the cream colored walls of the meeting room. His shaking shoulders signified that he was nowhere near done with finding amusement out of this situation.
“You guys… might be… bwahaha… actual comedians,” Ranpo’s voice came out as light airy breaths and giggles in between his words.
The growing headache that swelled up in Fukuzawa’s head caused him to massage his temples.
“I’ll answer all your questions at a later date, for now focus on the case that we were presented with”
The sharp glint in his eyes was all it took for most of the members to exit the meeting room doors. Some took longer than others to leave, still holding onto the hope of receiving answers.
The comforting silence in the now empty room alluded the head detective into believing that he was all alone. The frail laughter-worn voice of Fukuzawa’s not-a-son son’s voice flittered up from the floor.
“My tummy hurts…but I can’t stop giggling”
“Ranpo, get out.”