"Congrats on finishing training." Fukuchi slaps Mizuki on the back.

"HaCk-" She coughs violently. 

"Did you just choke?"

"CONTROL YOUR STRENGTH, YOU OLD MAN," Mizuki hisses. "Just because I don't bruise and break doesn't mean I don't feel pain."

"I trust you got your undercover mission?" He ruffles her hair affectionately. Mizuki adjusts her hair when he takes his hand off, and she grumbles.

"Yeah. How do I even make it into the ADA? Should I get scouted?" She grumbles. "Or should I approach them, asking to join?"

"It doesn't matter. We only need information on them." Fukuchi smiles. "You're more than capable enough to join them."

Mizuki stares at the cloud passing by. "I'm leaving tomorrow morning to join."

"Why not today?"

"I need to plan it out," The woman grumbles. 

"MI-SANNNN!!!!" Teruko launches herself onto the woman.

She grunts in annoyance. The tattoo etches itself onto her torso, under the small chrysanthemum from Jouno. "Why so happy? Are you glad that I won't be able to kick your ass in battle anymore?"

"Yeah," She smiles. "I hate you and your stupid ability to not break."

Age hadn't been a big thing on Mizuki's mind until Teruko had shown up. With her ability to age at will, Mizuki didn't need to change with makeup anymore. She didn't bother using Tecchou's ability or Jouno's. They wouldn't come in handy unless she had no other choices. Fukuchi's ability was only helpful in terms of combat against him, not against anyone else.

Mammon. 

For as long she remembered, the ability had been part of who she was. It gnawed at her, ate at her mind, forcing the woman to steal abilities. To devour those who were weaker than her. To keep going until she collected every ability in the world. It wanted. No. It needed to be fed or else she would crack.

She had only used it once out of her own volition.

"M̷̙͘a̴̛̯͇͊m̵̯͆m̵̧̭̚ó̶͔ǹ̴̩͘," She glares at the man, the sight of Chuuya in a pool of blood resting on her lap. "What a fitting ability for someone who kills everyone I love."

"Well, little miss Peace and War. It's been a while, Mimir." A figure smiles at her. Mizuki stands up and places a hand on them. Blood leaks out of their mouth.

"Ah? Do you happen to control blood?" they smile. "I have an iron deficiency."

"Cute," Mizuki snaps her fingers, and more blood leaks out.

"You're not little miss Belatsunat." He smirks. "What are you?"

Mizuki stares down at him, eyes glowing red with blood.

"Поклонитесь Иштар." 

A liquid falls to the ground at a steady pace.

Mizuki blinks back into focus.

"Mi-san, are you ok?" Teruko waves her hand in front of her face. "You look tired."

"I had a bad memory." She smiles. "Don't worry about it."

"You'll visit every two weeks, right?"

"No," Mizuki shakes her head gently. "I'm relaying all the information through something else."

"Alright." Teruko sighs. "Stay safe, Mi-san."

Mizuki zips her bag up, and hops on her motorbike. 

"When will we see you?" Jouno comes to see her off with Tecchou. 

"Not sure," Mizuki puts her helmet on. "But I'll visit, I promise. How could I possibly leave my favorite dumbass alone?"

"I hope you die while on duty."

"Suck my dick."

The drive home is familiar, and instead of making way to her apartment, she heads to her house.

Two knocks.

"Hm? The president isn't ho- KAA-SAN!!!" Ranpo gasps, wrapping his arms around her neck. "YOSANO-SAN, KAA-SAN'S HOME!"

Mizuki hears rushes footsteps, and Yosano stares at the woman, wide-eyed.

"Kaa...san?" She's in shock.

"Hey," Mizuki smiles. "I missed you."

"KAA-SAN!" Yosano ditches formalities and wraps her arms around the woman.

"I missed you too," Mizuki smiles, freeing an arm to wrap it around her. "Where's Tou-san?"

"The president hasn't gone home yet," Ranpo lets go, and Yosano follows. Mizuki locks the door behind her, and she hums. "Still overworking?"

"No," Ranpo hums. "The new recruit."

"It's been a couple years, huh?" Mizuki counts. 

"Four." Ranpo counts. "Since you've last seen us. Three since you left the Mafia."

"Fill me in on who's back in the ADA."

"Kenji-kun, Tanizaki, Naomi," Ranpo counts. "Dazai's the co-boss of Port Mafia. Odasaku-san's working at the ADA, Kunikada-kun... and then the president and Yosano-san."

"That's all?" Mizuki raises a brow.

"Atsushi was picked up by Dazai, and Kyouka is with Atsushi."

Mizuki hums. "What about Aku-kun?"

"Oda picked him up. He hasn't joined us yet."

"Sounds about right," Mizuki hums. "And Chuuya?"

"No clue." Ranpo shrugs.

The door to the house opens.

"Ranpo?"

"President!! Mi-"

Mizuki presses a hand over his mouth, and she turns tiny. "Lend me some clothes, will you?"

Yosano grabs her a towel, and wets her hair. Ranpo kicks her clothes under the couch.

Fukuzawa walks to where they are. "What's all the fuss... who is that?"

Mizuki stares at the male.

"Fukuzawa-sensei," Yosano smiles. "It's rude to stare."

"Sorry," He averts his gaze. "Who is that?"

"Mizuki's daughter," Ranpo answers instantly. "You know? How she had a child in her past life?"

Fukuzawa stares at the young girl.

"She looks just like her." He crouches down, and he holds a hand out to her. "What's your name?"

"Nintinugga." The name falls from Mizuki's tongue naturally. "Mama named me after her old name."

"She was called Nintinugga?" The way Fukuzawa calls her name has her breathless. "What did it mean?"

"The goddess of physicians," Mizuki beams. "Mama said that was her old profession!"

"She was a physician?" Fukuzawa asks as Mizuki runs up to him.

"I think she was a priestess for the temple." 

Fukuzawa picks Mizuki up.

"Is that so? I should ask her sometime," He hums.

"You're daddy, right?"

"Yes," Fukuzawa answers in a heartbeat.

"Good," Mizuki changes back to her full size. The clothes grow with her.

"You got lighter." Fukuzawa hums. "This is the ability you got from someone, right?"

"Yeah," Mizuki grins. 

"Was this the ability of a hunting dog?"

"Yes," 

Fukuzawa hums, and he lets the woman down.

"Kaa-san, Boss," Ranpo smiles. "Can we pLEASE have dinner before the two of you get all handsy?"

"Ranpo, are you still single?"

"Logic trumps the heart," He grins.

"But there is no logic to love," Fukuzawa sets the woman down, and she kisses his cheek affectionately. "Ranpo. Do I have a motive behind adopting you?"

"You want a smart child." 

"Wrong," Mizuki kisses Ranpo's cheeks, squishing his face. "Love doesn't need a motive. Love with motives will inevitably fail, or be forgotten about."

"Why'd you adopt me again?"

"Because I love you, silly," Mizuki spins Yosano around. "And, I wanted to give you the life that you deserved.

Yosano sighs.

"Can we go in before dinner's cold?" Ranpo whines. "I'm hungry."

"Hey hungry, I'm mom," Mizuki heads for the house.

"Kaa-san!!!" Ranpo chases after her.

"Was there something else in her past life?" Fukuzawa walks with Yosano.

"I... I don't remember it, but I do know that... she has a child."

Fukuzawa raises a brow. "A biological child?"

"I don't remember." Yosano walks in. "You can ask her."

The sight of you and Ranpo spinning in the living room makes Fukuzawa guilty for wanting to know.

"Till death do us part," Mizuki presses her lips on his, and he wraps his arms around her waist.

A gentle warmth courses through his body, and he stares at Mizuki, whose eyes are still closed. 

"Mizuki,"  He pulls away, breathing heavily. "What was the warmth?"

"My ability," She smiles. "In the book, I wrote that you would get your memories back last. I just have a couple of small things to tell you before you do."

Fukuzawa sits down, and places her on his lap. "Speak, Mizuki."

"I have four known abilities," Mizuki smiles. "My first one is Mammon. It's named after greed, and it lets me copy or steal the ability from the person I'm touching."

Fukuzawa presses a kiss to her jaw. "Have you copied mine?"

"Yes," Mizuki giggles. "Mori's too. Though, I am scared of using Mori's because of how his power manifests."

"My second one is my immortality. I'm about as old, if not older than Gilgamesh. The epic of Gilgamesh." Mizuki smiles.

Fukuzawa hums gently.

"The third is till death do us part." Mizuki hums. "I picked that up spontaneously after I got married to my first husband. It promises the person kissed after I say the words immortality."

"Was that warmth in my blood from that?"

"Yes," Mizuki smiles, cupping his face. "My fourth ability is Peace and War. It gives everyone around me a sense of tranquility. That's also a passive ability."

Fukuzawa presses a kiss to the palm of her hand.

Mizuki unwraps his hand from her wrist, and places a palm in his hand before intertwining their fingers. "Ah, and Mammon has a side effect."

Mizuki peels off the shirt from her skin, revealing two tattoos on her back.

"Each time I use the Mammon, I get a new tattoo."

"Which one's mine?" Fukuzawa traces the outline with his fingers.

"The purple iris." Mizuki mumbles, leaning into his touch. "Purple irises symbolize wisdom."

"And Mori's is the black rose?"

"Yes." Fukuzawa's hand moves to rub circles on her back. Sighing happily, she leans into his chest. Fukuzawa places a hand on the back of her neck, and pushes her closer to him. The two stay like that for a bit. The moon glows against her back, and he hums. The vibrations against her skin help her sleep. 

"good night, Yukichi."

"rest well, my love."

Mizuki waves her hand in front of his face. "Yu-chan?"

"Sorry," He smiles tiredly. "There's a lot on my mind lately. We just got a new recruit and such."

"Sounds tiring," Mizuki presses her hands to each side of his head, massaging his scalp, smoothing out his wrinkles. "Is it Akutagwa?"

"Yes." He hums. "Oda recruited him from the mafia."

"That's cute," Mizuki hums. "Does Aku-kun still have the lung disease?"

"Apparently, Oda managed to nurse him well." Fukuzawa hums. "He's significantly less sick than what I was told."

Mizuki smiles. "I'm glad I left him in his hands then."

"Are you... still into him?"

Mizuki pauses. "Why'd you ask?"

"According to our kids, you had a biological child in your past life." Fukuzawa's voice is softer than a whisper against her skin. "They don't know how old they were though."

Mizuki visibly tenses.

"Did you love your husband?"

"I never married the man," Mizuki hums. "I was a mistress and then discarded. He took the child into his family officially as his wife's child, pretending that her child was a stillborn."

"How old would he be?"

Mizuki closes her eyes, and leans into his chest. "Well over a hundred."

"Immortal?"

Mizuki's voice is soft.

"Immortal."

Date: XX - XX - XXXX

Mizuki uses her ability on Tachihara. Unnoticed by everyone. After four years time, she's officially a member of the hunting dogs, and sent to be undercover in the ADA. Fukuzawa welcomes her home privately, and she talks to him about her child.

Somewhere in Japan, a figure in their twenties looks up at the moon.

"Поклонись маме." They close their eyes. "что-нибудь для мамы"

Wiping the golden tear from their face, they write a letter.

Приведи маму домой.

"я никогда не ненавидел тебя," They bring the teacup to their lips. "я никогда не ненавидел тебя."

The carrier dove flies off.