Mizuki jolts awake four days earlier than scheduled.

"I'M ALIVE!" She realizes she's next to a jail cell. "YO! FUKUCHI! YOU're actually alive."

Mizuki quiets down, staring at Fukuzawa resting in his seat.

Fukuchi stares back at Mizuki. "Why'd you revive me?"

"I want one last drink with you before you pass away," Mizuki smiles. 

"Ah, how convenient," Fukuzawa stirs in his sleep, voice low with exhaustion. "You woke up. Shall we drink one final time?"

"Sure," Mizuki hums. "One final time. As friends, not as enemies or acquaintances."

"As people who betrayed each other," Fukuchi chuckles, eyes closed. "One in the past, one in the present."

"One more in the future," Mizuki grins. "I'll get the sake."

"You stay here," Fukuzawa pushes Mizuki back into the bed. "You just woke up. You're a patient."

"Alright," Mizuki hums. "Can I at least have my sword?"

Fukuzawa slides the blade off his hilt and hands it to her. "Be careful."

"Of course," Mizuki hums. "Shall we pull out a wine instead?"

"I want sake," Fukuchi blinks from the cell. "And... it's not like I can break out from a cell made from the page."

"Glad you noticed," Mizuki beams. 

Fukuzawa glances at the two one last time, and he heads up the stairs.

"I take that you enjoy the overall aesthetic of the royals in Europe? The cell resembles the ones there."

"Yeah," Mizuki drums her fingers on the desk. "The cells there are pretty. I like it."

"Pretty? I'd say it's only an aesthetic."

Mizuki grins. "I suppose."

"You know," Fukuchi shifts his arms slightly. "When you blew my face up with the coin, I thought I was going to die from that."

"I figured."

"It... I did that to you all in your past life, huh?"

"Scared the shit out of me."

"And you hate me for it?"

"You know. There's a timeline where I don't exist."

"Is there?"

"The book can create multiple universes. There's one where none of us have abilities. There's another where-"

"That's what the book is, isn't it?"

"Do you think you worked for the agency in one?"

"I bet there's one where I don't exist at all."

"That would be sad... Fukuzawa-dono would be so lonely without you."

"Is that so?"

"You are his best friend, after all."

"... does he still call me that?"

"Yeah," Mizuki glances at the door, footsteps approaching. "We both still call you that."

Fukuchi goes silent, and Fukuzawa walks back in. "I found the cups too."

"Lovely!" Mizuki clasps her hands together. "Just like old times."

Fukuchi grins at Fukuzawa. "Nice wife."

"Thanks," Fukuzawa deadpans immediately. "She slung me over her shoulder, and we've been married since."

"Why couldn't I get married like that???" Fukuchi whines. "You have such good luck..."

"Oh, Fukuzawa, do you still remember the war from your past life?"

"Ah, the battlefield where I died?"

"Yeah," Mizuki accepts the cup from him. "Thank you!"

"I do. Why?"

"I was thinking we could reminisce some moments together," Mizuki chuckles. "Or we can talk about how Fukuchi somehow managed to drink himself stupid twice at the detective agency's opening ceremony."

"I'd prefer the latter," Fukuzawa hums. "Mizuki, the chains."

Mizuki snaps her fingers, and the metal rusts from his wrist.

"... metal?"

"Oh, since you're going to die anyways," Mizuki hops off the hospital bed. "Wanna know what my ability actually is?"

Fukuchi smiles at her, moving his wrists. "Sure."

Mizuki snaps her fingers, and Greed snakes around her waist, resting the cloud's head on her shoulder. "My ability is the ability to devour other abilities. Survival of the fittest, except I steal."

"Devour?"

"Something like that," Mizuki shrugs. "Drink up!"

Fukuzawa presses the cup to his lips, and he pauses. "It's weird."

"The sake?" Mizuki tilts her head.

"No. In our last life, I was the one in jail, you were the one who had come uninvited, and Genichiro was the commander of the hunting dogs." Fukuzawa drinks. "Now Genichiro's in jail, I'm the uninvited one, and Mizuki's a hunting dog."

"A temporary one," Mizuki pours her choko full again. "I'm running as soon as I get the chance."

"They're not going to let you."

"Not if I fake my death," Mizuki shrugs. "Not the first time; definitely not the last."

"I forgot you did that." Fukuzawa drinks again.

"Tax evasion, yay!!" Mizuki slurs. "Ugh. I hate this. Why can't we just live a stupid life where none of us are insane?"

"Maybe you should've started hanging out with us when we were kids." Fukuchi points out. "We both went to the government school."

"To be honest, I really should've," Mizuki grumbles. "Or, I could've stopped you from going to war."

"I would've been forced to go regardless."

"Mm," Mizuki stares at the sake in her hand. "UghHHHH!!! Do you know how much easier this would be if you weren't Kamui?!?!?! I collapsed and now I have to go hunting in the woods for Fyodor!"

"You realize he's not actually your son, right?" Fukuchi downs his sake. 

"Huh?"

"It was written in the paper."

"Fukuchi I hope you're in the 9th circle of hell for that." Mizuki pours herself another glass. "But thank you for making me feel less guilty for having to kill him."

"How's Nikolai? Sigma?"

"Sigma's with us." Mizuki hums. "And then... I have no idea where Nikolai is."

"The hunting dogs reported to the government. Nikolai is dead."

"Oh? Deadass?"

"Tachihara said so."

"And the hunting dogs?"

"They're fine." Fukuzawa blinks at his choko. "They're... fine?"

"He's drunk already," Mizuki laughs. "Yu-chan has always been a lightweight."

"Are you going to kill me now?"

"Would you like me to?" Mizuki hops off the bed. "It's an option."

"Then right now. While my friend sleeps."

Mizuki slides the blade out of the cover, and stares at it melancholically.

She rests the blade on Fukchi's shoulder, eyes glistening over. 

"Any last words?"

"May we meet in a world where there are no abilities, and the three of us stay friends."

The blade cuts his neck.

Rolling onto the floor, the blood from the beheading seeps into the stone tiles. The red stains the tiles, and Mizuki stares at her reflection from the blood. It didn't matter what universe they were in; as long as fate wrote their tale, they would never be close. 

"May we meet in a world where the three of us remain friends." She whispers.

He dies, and after six seconds, she takes a step back. He's gone. 

Mizuki shakes.

He's gone.

Fukuzawa wakes in the next hour, and Ranpo runs downstairs with a note. It's hectic. Mizuki doesn't have time to mourn over the dead because of it. How cruel of him. The letter tells her an address, and the time for tomorrow. Her child. She was going to kill her child again.