Chapter 39

                                    

                                          
        
                          


                          


                          


                          
Tsukiyomi's P.O.V
                          


                          
Having changed into a new set of clothing which consists of a long-sleeved white button-up shirt and a pair of knee-length shorts which I had left in the Agency infirmary for myself in case I dirtied the set I wore during any mission, we went out to check the surrounding areas.
                          
Leaning my back against a lamp post on the sidewalk, my right eye which wasn't covered by the white eye patch, darted around the faces and features of all the people walking at this time of the night, trying to make out some people's appearance and profiles to those I have in my memories. I didn't miss any details. From the person's face to their appearance and the clothing they wear, I scanned down literally everything. I may sound like a stalker, but I'm fearful for those that I guessed would be walking around the Agency to appear right in front of me.
                          
Once I was clear that none of those people were anywhere around the area, I let out a long sigh—mostly of relief. A chill had started settling on my skin and making its way to my bones, so I tugged the grey coloured jacket I was wearing closer to my body.
                          
"Seems like none of them are here." I whispered under my breath, "That's a good thing. I would go bonkers if any of them were here."
                          
"Akira-san!" A loud sharp voice cuts through the silence that hung around me, snapping me away from the thoughts in mind. Lifting my head up to acknowledge the call for me, my eyes were met with the figure of the white-haired male.
                          
Said male waved his hand in the air, stopped his jog and stood a metre in front of me. Taking in a deep intake of air, he sent me a small smile. "The coast is clear! I didn't see any of them from my direction." He perked out.
                          
That information made a smile crawl up onto my lips. "That's great!" I cheered happily.
                          
"I did, saw a bunch of them down an alleyway." A voice interrupted through. A gasp left my lips and my head snapped around to meet the serious brown eyes that belonged to Dazai. His words cut through my short joy like a knife slicing sharply through the air, the sliced wind giving a deafening screech to my eardrums.
                          
I stared at him with a disturbed look, my eyes assessing his facial expression fully.
                          
"I saw a bunch of them, around three to four, hiding in an alleyway." Dazai stated, "I walked passed them, so I could count how many of them there are."
                          
Seeing the strained smile on his face, I could tell that he wasn't telling the truth. Plus, he dropped a big hint that threw his lie out.
                          
"You're lying." I pointed out, giving him an unimpressed look. This was no time for a lie.
                          
"How are you so sure?" Dazai sent me a grin, challenging me to a fight. Verbally that is.
                          
Crossing my arms around my chest, I huffed. "You said you walked past them. The Port Mafia basically knows who are the members of the Agency, and since you are who you are," I said, signalling him a hint that only he would know, "everyone would be able to recognise your face. So it can't be that you were able to walk pass them without having them realising it was you and not ambushing you on that spot." I finished, explaining my theory behind his lie and how I came to it. I held up my right hand, lifting my index finger and poking at his chest. "Plus, the direction that you walked down in, there's no alleyway or any passage. You can't fool me."
                          
Dazai's eyes went wide for a split second before he gave me a close-eyed smile that was wide. "Subarashi desu Tsuki-chan! That's a perfect score!" He chuckled, slowly clapping his hands with the flow, "You could beat Ranpo-san with this deduction!"