"So... what's my exam?"

Kunikada hands her a pile of papers. "Timed."

"That's it?"

"And, we want you to bring us that tiger in the moonlight."

Mizuki sorts through the papers and files them by type and urgency. Her speed is a little overwhelming for the agency, and Kunikada gapes at the reports. "Oda, she's going to overtake you at some point."

"She's supposed to be faster than me," the young adult finishes stamping a case. "Right, Mizuki-chan?"

"Oh, shut up," She grumbles. 

"Are you acquainted? You have no criminal record."

"thanks to the government," She smiles. "Say, Kunikada-kun."

He stares at her. 

"Have you ever been arrested?"

"No." He deadpans. "and if you- where'd she go."

"Six bucks she went to find the tiger."

"Seven, for she went to break a law again!" 

"how do you all know her?!"

"She's..." Everyone stares at each other. "Kunikada-kun, do you really not remember?"

"Remember what?"

"Nearly everyone in the agency does..." Tanizaki speaks up. "Do you not remember her?"

A crack in his eye.

A tear of gold.

"CODE GOLD!" Oda calls, and the regular employees file out the door.

"You're the assassin, Oda, right?" Fukuzawa raises a brow at the man.

"Yes." He nods. "You're Mizuki's husband."

"Yeah," Fukuzawa feels a little prideful in that word. Husband. "You're Sakunosuke Oda. Both an assassin and the last husband of Mizuki's in her past life."

"Alright!" Ranpo claps his hands. "Pass the entrance exam, and we have a deal!"

"Right," Ranpo adds. "In the case you're hired, call code gold when someone has golden tears trickling out of their eyes. Got it?"

"Yes," He nods.

The regular workers file out the door, and Kunikada's nails dig into his face from the pain. "What is this?"

"Memories." Oda knocks him out, and Fukuzawa leaves his office to join them. 

"Finally?"

"After him, it's you," Ranpo opens an eye to look at the president. "Get ready. I reviewed the manuscript before she officially turned it into this world."

The group sits around Kunikada while Mizuki strolls into the Port Mafia.

"Yoo hoo!!!" She forms through Dazai's window. "Dazai-chan!!!!"

"Mi-chan!" He wraps his arms around her. "how have you been?"

"Have you figured out how to die fast?" She presses a kiss to his cheek. "t̴̖̟͈͚͑i̷̙̣͉̻̿̋̃l̸͚̼̺͗l̴̝͍̩̐̀ ̷̜̞͍̋̀̒̎́ḍ̷̛̓e̸̪͇̾̉̑â̷̢̾ț̷͗̂̋̋͜h̵̪̏̕̕ ̸̲̩̌ḋ̵̠͉͈̀̽̏͜o̴̧̨̯̯̽̈́ ̶̨̦̖̭͎̀͒͛̈́u̸̫̙̳̝͋s̷̡̛̲̭̟͈̓͝ ̵̤̯̭̠̂̋̾̈ṕ̸̤̬̯͖̈́̚͜a̵̛̜̣̹̓ŗ̸̡͙̈́͘t"

"No. But I did figure out who was a traitor and got them killed." Dazai hums. 

Mizuki unwraps her arms around him, and she takes a look at the surrounding.

The room was just as dark as she expected, and the sofa that she had put in temporarily had been moved to behind the desk. The darkness is a little overwhelming, but Mizuki grows used to it nearly immediately.

"Boss, Executive Nakahara is outside." One of the men speak up.

"Come in, Chuuya!" Mizuki sings, and she sits on the ceiling. 

"I heard Mizuki-chan."

She stops the gravity on herself, and falls.

She stops herself in midair in front of him. "Hey."

Chuuya flicks her forehead.

"Who's recalling something today?"

"Kunikada." Mizuki heads to the books behind the desk. "His takes four hours, and then after I catch Atsushi, Fukuzawa falls to the memories, two weeks."

"What happens during the two weeks?"

Mizuki counts on her fingers. "Akutagawa and Atsushi fight each other; they break into my house, and then-"

"Why are they breaking in?"

Mizuki smiles. "To talk to me about the past."

In the agency, Kunikada gasps for air.

"You know, Kuni-kun," Mizuki throws a pen at him. "You're always so uptight. It's boring."

"Hah?!" He feels the anger crawling up his neck.

"You have fifty something requirements for a woman, which is pretty objective." She points out. "And you're the most uptight of everyone here."

"Don't get haughty because you're old friends with the president." He scoffs.

"I'm not," She hums. "but your virtues run deep, so I trust that the president thought it through when he's giving the agency to you if he passes on."

"What are you saying?"

"Didn't you hear?" Mizuki turns to look at him. "You're the next prospective president."

Kunikada shakes; the tears won't stop pouring out.

"Keep your eyes closed through the whole thing," Oda speaks up. "It'll hurt less."

"Are you stupid?!" Kunikada feels himself yell at Mizuki. "You're writing away your lifespan for a stupid book! What's wrong with moving on and accepting that so many people are dead?"

"BECAUSE I CAN TURN TIME BACK AND SAVE EVERYONE!"

"GIVE UP YOUR DAMMED HERO COMPLEX!" Kunikada yells back at her. "YOU KNOW BETTER THAN ANYONE THAT PEOPLE PASS AWAY!"

"I WANTED YOU ALL TO LIVE A LIFE WITHOUT IT!" Mizuki screams back. The salt from her tears dry on her cheeks, and her eyes are bloodshot from the lack of sleep. She looks like she's dying. "I WANTED ALL OF YOU TO BE ABLE TO SEE A FUTURE THAT WASN'T BLEAK-"

"YOU AND YOUR DAMMED HERO COMPLEX!"

Mizuki's eyes brim with tears again. "I just want to see Oda and Fukuzawa again. Kenji's missing a limb; Yosano's dead; Ranpo is missing, and Dazai died to my own son... Fukuzawa didn't even get to say goodbye... I want... I want to see everyone again."

"You're killing yourself for it?"

"Anything to see everyone again."

Kunikada jolts awake. "Where's Mizuki-chan-"

"She's still out," Fukuzawa speaks. "Did you remember?"

"She's coming back home with the weretiger today," Ranpo hops off the stool. "Tomorrow, everyone's memories will be back. Get ready to work!"

"Work?"

"The past's plotline starts tomorrow morning." Ranpo's eye shines under the sunlight. "We have two years to plan a counter attack."

The door to the agency swings open.

"Did anyone die like Oda was supposed to? How did we take care of Gide?" Mizuki walks in, Atsushi over her shoulder. "OH, I got the boy, by the way. Can someone take him to the extra building we have?"

"How'd..."

"Are you hungry?" Mizuki smiles at the boy on the ground.

"I am," He grumbles."Mizuki-sensei?"

"Shall I take you for some food?"

"I want... I want chazuke..." The boy hallucinates. "Ugh, the chakuze Mizuki-sensei makes is so good..."

"Sure," Mizuki hauls him over her shoulder. "Which way?"

"The one on takeshita..." Atsushi feels his stomach growl. 

Atsushi downs 12 bowls of Chazuke.

"So... do you mind if I haul you to my workplace?"

"Huh?" Atsushi pauses. "Not to recruit me?"

"Atsushi," Mizuki stares at him. "How was knowing the future like?"

Atsushi's eyes glimmer. "Am I being recruited?"

"No." Mizuki hums. "You're working under Dazai's unit, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm not recruiting you," Mizuki hums. "Just for the entrance exam."

"Meet the weretiger!" Mizuki cheers. "Now let me in!"

"Joined," Fukuzawa shakes her hand. 

"Great. Now-"

The president holds his head in his hand. "Finally."

"Two weeks." Mizuki holds up two fingers. "Two weeks off, please!"

"H-HUH?! You're a new recruit! How could you-."

"Granted." Fukuzawa manages to say before passing out. Mizuki tosses Atsushi to the side, and catches the president in her arms.

"Wait, how come you get two weeks off after immediately entering?"

"Do you not know?" Oda raises a brow at the man.

"What?"

"Mizuki's married to Fukuzawa-sensei."

"What."

"Let's go home!" Mizuki grins. "Ranpo? Yosano?"

"Let's go." Yosano grabs her equipment.

"SHE'S WHAT?!"

Date: XX - XX - XXXX

Kunikada trains the new recruit, and makes the entrance exam paperwork and capturing the Tiger under the Moonlight. She captures the boy successfully, and heads back to Kunikada. Having just woke up from his memory flood, he's confused, but the president passes out before any other questions.

Fukuzawa turns in his sleep.

"What are you? A thirty two year old virgin still?" Mizuki leans back in the room with Fukuzawa and Fukuchi.

"Yes," Fukuzawa hums, drinking again. "And what about it?"

"YOU NEVER FUCKED KIN-CHAN?!" Mizuki gasps, genuinely shocked.

"Too busy."

"That's what they all say," Mizuki rolls her eyes, pouring herself another drink. "You're going to die a virgin at this rate."

"YEAH!" Fukuchi joins in. "YOU'RE GONNA DIE A VIRGIN!"

"Fu-kun, you're drunk beyond saving right now," Mizuki stares at the man.

"WHEN ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED??" Fukuchi whines. "I WANTED TO SEE YOU GET MARRIEDDDDDDddddd!!!"

"Aaaand he's out," Mizuki slides a hand under Fukuchi's head before it hit the desk. "But genuinely, when are you getting married?"

Fukuzawa feels himself lean back on the chair. His vision is hazy, but he hears a thought of his own very clearly.

Because you would never say yes.

"I told you, I've been too busy," Fukuzawa drinks again. "Ah... my vision is blurring."

"I'll take Fukuchi home," Mizuki hums, hauling the man over his shoulder. "Ranpo-kun?"

Ranpo looks up from his desk. 

"Make sure the president gets home safe," Mizuki smiles. "Hm?"

"You got it, Mizuki-sensei," He salutes her playfully.