Chapter Text
If Akutagawa were to be told he would spend his afternoon in the not-ADA ADA he would call you a fool, maybe even have roughed you up a little for insinuating that such a feat would occur. Yet here he was, surrounded by ADA members that obviously weren't his, considering none other than the man in black himself was here, wearing the same tan coat Oda Sakunosuke himself had given Akutagawa. There could simply not be more than 1 of the beloved coat in existence, it was also easy for this detective to deduce this considering everyone in the Agency looked like they wanted him dead.
"Akutagawa, Rabid Dog, what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?" The man in black-well, tan, snarled at him. Eyeing Akutagawa's coat wearily. Akutagawa simply scoffed, poising Rashoumon at The White Tiger and The Thirty-Five Killer.
"It appears I am not where I belong, considering the hospitality you all are showing the White Reaper and Thirty-Five Killer." He began, continuing his explanation to the not-agency. "I am Akutagawa Ryūnosuke, most recent agency member where I am from. Would you mind explaining what your agency is like?" He bit out scathingly, watching as confusion and fear bloomed on all but 2 faces, one face he knew very well, Ranpo Edogawa and the other being the man in black.
"It appears this is not your universe, Akutagawa." Ranpo began, crunching on a bag of chips as he turned to explain to the rest of the agency. "He isn't a threat, merely from another world, it seems." He pondered, "Now leave me alone to eat my snacks." He pouted. Akutagawa couldn't help but note the similarities of the man in his world versus this one. Meanwhile, a commanding voice approached from a back office, revealing a white haired man Akutagawa could only presume was the president of this agency.
"If this is true Ranpo, we should all treat him as a normal agency member until he is able to return to his world." The president spoke with such an authority all the members instantly agreed, besides from Ranpo who merely shrugged, and the man in black who just glared at Akutagawa. Akutagawa was never one for pleasantries, so he simply ignored this glare and pulled out Oda's novel, deciding to read to pass his time. In return, the man in blacks gaze turned into one of confusion as he saw the book. Akutagawa decided to ignore this puzzled look, since clearly Oda was not an agency member in this universe.
He was able to peacefully read the book for 15 minutes, before he became irritated at the White Reapers nervous glances at him from just a desk away. Putting away the book with a sigh, he met the White Reaper's eye and decided to find out some more information on this world.
"White Reaper, why do you stare at me when I am simply trying to read?" He all but snarled, watching confusion and intrigue bloom on the were-tigers face.
"Um-my name is uh Atsushi Nakajima, why are you calling me the White Reaper-oh, and Kyouka the 'Thirty-Five Killer..?'' The Reaper stuttered, to which Akutagawa decided to grace the were tiger with a response. "In my universe, you are the Port Mafia bosses pet, The White Reaper. A ruthless executive." The White-Atsushi froze at that, fear freezing his face in place. "And The Thirty-Five Killer is simply an assassin of the Mafia. Considering your relationship in my world, it would be a wise guess to say you brought her into the agency instead of the Mafia.
"Me..I brought Kyouka into the Mafia?!" Atsushi whisper-yelled, face pale. "Yes, Atsushi. In fact, the man in black or the Port Mafia boss is here in this very agency, but I suppose that does not matter in this universe, does it?" He mused, and at Atsushi's growing horror, he gestured to the man known as Dazai Osamu in this universe. and watched as Atsushi's jaw almost literally hit the floor.
"You mean-wha! Nonono, what?!" It was so amusing, Akutagawa might have laughed if he was a different man. "I told you what you wanted to know, Atsushi. It would be wise to leave me to my book, and you to return to your work." He shrugged, before picking up his book and opening to the next chapter.
-*-
The next person to dare approach him was the Thirty-Five Killer, or Kyouka as Atsushi called her along with a face he knew really well, Kenji. Kenji's favour was quite a beautiful one, considering it showed him the value of life. He had never truly thanked Kenji for that, so maybe he could reassure or assist Kenji in this universe.
"Kenji, Kyouka. What do I owe the pleasure of such an interaction?" He asks, less snarl involved than his previous interaction with Atsushi.
Kenji was wringing his hands, a smile on his face as he looked at Akutagawa's form. Kyouka was simply looking up at him, wide eyes curious and wary.
"Well?" He prompted, getting annoyed at their silence.
"Oh! Um, we figured we could bake something to get to know you! Im sure our Akutagawa is different from yours so.." Kenji trailed off, and Akutagawa let a small smile grace his lips as he agreed.
-*-
They had decided to make a simple chocolate cake, (more like forced by Ranpo, but he digresses) so here he was, watching with a smile as Kenji stirred batter and Kyouka pre-heated the oven. Sure, it was different, such as the fact Odasaku wasn't here but he could tell this agencies heart was the same. Same excited chatter, same over the top snacking, same...well, sure, the man in black being here was new but if he knew anything from his agency it was not to judge a book by its cover. He missed his agency, not that he would admit that to them, though. Snapping back into reality at Kenji's giggles, he turned to see a not-so complete cake spilt all over the counter and with a chuckle he rose going to help the disaster of a puddle become a cake.
-*-
After the cake was finished and Ranpo, Kenji, and Kyouka all ate their fill he had gone to the agencies couch and opened Odasaku's novel, to which he was only 5 minutes in to reading when he found himself in a glare competition with the man in black. He could accept that this universe was different from his own, but this mans glare was just as similar to the face he had snarled at Akutagawa right before taking his sister into a world of darkness. He could only assume something similar had happened here due to his lack-of sister. Slamming his book down and completely facing the man in black, he was done with pleasantries.
"What are you glaring at me for, scum?" He bit out, watching as the man in blacks face turned into that of someone who just ate a lemon.
"Akutagawa. The you in our universe is as pitiful as a dog who would probably lick my shoe if I asked," the man in black sneered a fake air of nonchalance emanating off him a smug look graced his-(in Akutagawas opinion, ugly,) face as he studied Akutagawa's expression. The way the man in black looked down on him made him almost feel pity for this universes him.
"I suppose I am simply different in my own universe. I don't suppose you know a man named Oda?" Akutagawa asked in a fake sweet tone. It was an amateur guess, but his short time as a detective must have paid off as he watched the man in black visibly pale.
Got you.