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It’s a nice day. Generally speaking. Technically.

The weather is good. In a manner of speaking. 

Ok, it’s hot and muggy, which tends to pair horribly with me. But Higuchi and Gin said that this is really nice weather and I tend to trust their judgment. 

My name is Ryunosuke Akutagawa. I work for the Port Detective Agency, a job that most days yields excitement and a feeling of…knowing you’ve done something right. Of knowing that you’re helping someone. Knowing that, even when you don’t succeed, you’re at least lighting a spark so that others can be pushed to turn towards the light, pursue a future that brings them joy, find a destiny worth striving for…

And some days leaves you standing outside a storage unit in an overcoat in eighty degree heat. I think this should count as a safety hazard. 

I’m keeping watch over this unit because my–our–client got robbed last week while she was on vacation, and she’s scared of it happening again. 

“Akutagawa? You ok?” Probably not. I did just forget that I was on a phone call at all. But Higuchi is a chronic worrier, so I just sigh and knock my voice up an octave.

“I’m ok. It’s hot as hell though. Mainly I’m just bored.”

“Nothing happening on your end?”

“No. I told you, we’re either walking into a trap, or this case is nothing.” I slump against the metal wall of the storage unit then straighten, regretting it rather quickly. “At least the trap would’ve been interesting…” My mutter is quiet but, I realize a second too late, still able to be heard through the phone.

There’s a giggle and the sound of a pen on paper. Higuchi clears her throat and reads what Gin wrote down. “Ah yes, the dreadful horror of not being attacked.”

“You put me on speaker phone?!”

“We’re bored too.”

“You at least have each other to talk to!”

“Ryunosuke?” My head jerks up, tearing away from my phone. Very, very few people call me by that name, and only one person does while sounding quite so tired. The man who rounds the corner has red hair and wears a button up shirt and vest without an overcoat. He’s also not supposed to be here. 

“Chuuya!” I don’t leave where I’m standing, but I rock back and forth on my feet a few times. “What are you doing here? I thought you were working on that murder with Kouyou.”

Chuuya’s steps came to a halt in front of me. He reached up and adjusted my coat. “I was. It was pretty simple though. Honestly Ryunosuke, I understand the coat is necessary, but you couldn’t have worn a tee shirt today?”

“I’m fine. Besides, I like the turtleneck.”

“You’re going to pass out.”

“Then I’ll have only myself to blame.” I straighten up. Chuuya stares at me. He’s worried. He’s worse than Higuchi in that regard.

 It’s not that he’s wrong to worry, I think as he takes up a watch position at the other end of the hall, it’s just that he never stops. He’s on guard too much. Besides, this heat isn’t a serious issue. I’ve been drinking cold water and taking plenty of rests to make up for my choice in clothes.

I’ll have only myself to blame. It’s true. I’m an adult. I have full control over whether or not I go out into the heat in winter clothes. Chuuya won’t see it that way though. He never does.

I sigh and bring my phone back up to my ear. Higuchi is having some sort of argument with Gin. It’s difficult to understand, only being able to hear one side, but I can make out the gist.

“It’s not that I don’t want to hang out with you guys, I just see no appeal in it.”

Silence.

“That’s mean. You said you liked trivia night.”

I roll my eyes, lower my phone, then shoot a hissed whisper at Chuuya, “Gin’s trying to get Higuchi into opera again.” 

He snorts and sighs, “She’s determined. Any luck?”

“Not so far.”

“I wish her the best of luck.”

“I’ll let her know,” I raise the phone again, “Hey Gin, Chuuya’s here.”

There’s enough time to hear Gin clap excitedly, and for Higuchi to get out “Really?! I thought he was in–” before the explosion. Chuuya notices before I do, I see his shoulders tense and his knees bend, getting ready to grab me.

I’m more proactive.

I send Rashomon out to grab Chuuya’s arm and he kicks off the floor, sending us flying down the hallway and out the second story window.

The second we lift from the ground the three storage units surrounding the one we were looking after explode. 

It’s always broken windows and falling whenever he saves me. 

Since the very start.

This time I’m prepared enough to have Rashomon catch us before we hit the ground.

Chuuya sticks the landing better than I do. He’s up on his feet after a few seconds. He’s staring at the building. 

“I don’t think anyone was in there.” My voice is…shaky at best. Chuuya glances down at me lying on the ground. 

“I told you your clothes were going to get you. You ok?” I take the hand he extends to me and roll my eyes.

“In my defense, I didn’t see bombs on the horizon. What do we do now?”

“This was for a woman who got robbed right?”

“Yeah, she said she was scared it would happen again.”

“Name?” The man at the gate barely glanced up when Dorothy stood in front of him, a dog in one arm, case in the other.

“Dorothy. Dorothy Gale.”

“Dorothy…Gale…how do you spell that?”

Dorothy blinked. “Um. D-O-R—”

“No, Gale.” The man finally looked up. Then he looked down to make eye contact with the girl. He stared at her with an expression suggesting that she was both wasting his time, and a massive idiot.

“Oh, sorry. It’s G-A-L-E. Like a…wind gale?” She offered the man a smile, her left hand tightening its grip on the suitcase handle, her right toying with the clasp on Toto’s leash. 

“Mmhm.” The man sucked his teeth and flipped through his list of pages. “Dorothy Gale…Dorothy Gale…I don’t see you on here.”

Dorothy could feel the blood draining from her face, the ground splitting open beneath her, the panic sinking into her very bones, “I-wh-what? What do you mean?”

The attendant let out a heavy sigh and glanced at her, “Calm down. You might be on a different list.” 

Dorothy would have sighed in relief, but she was becoming increasingly aware that three people behind her was a family with a three year old boy with the mother glaring daggers at her.

“Wait, are you a child?” The attendant was glaring at Dorothy as well now.

“Um. Yes.”

The man stared at the girl for thirty seconds before ripping a list out from under a box and scanning it, “Well, you could have told me that, couldn’t you? Now you’ve held up the whole line.”

“I-I didn’t know that I had t—”

“Hush. What’s your name again?”

“...Dorothy Ga—”

“Dorothy Gale, right. Ok, you’re in room 42 on the first floor.”

“42 on the first floor?”

The man rummaged through the box that was on top of the list of children's names. “Yeah, 142. Here, wear this.” He thrust a pin at Dorothy. 

“Oh, um…why?”

The man took up what was apparently his favorite hobby, looking at Dorothy as though she was an idiot. “So that the staff attends to you first in a crisis. Because you’re a child.”

“Oh, I see–”

“You got a leash for that dog?”

Dorothy blinked. “I…yes? He’s wearing it.”

The attendant sucked his teeth again, while scribbling on the list of names, “Alright, girl, calm down. I was just saying. You know you need to be ok with people telling you things you don’t want to hear sometimes.”

Dorothy tried to think of a possible response to this that was kind and appreciative.

She found none.

The man looked up, “Miss Gale. There are other people waiting to get their rooms and keys. If you need anything else, you can ask someone on the boat, ok?”

“You…didn’t give me the keys to my room.”

The man rolled his eyes and, muttering something about spoiled children who can’t help themselves, fished the key to room 142 out of a fabric keyholder. “Here. Have a nice day.”

Dorothy walked away from the man, the entire interaction having left her feeling shaky and off kilter. A warm hand landed on her shoulder, “Don’t mind him dear. You didn’t do anything wrong there. He’s just embarrassed.”

The voice belonged to a tall woman with curly hair and a kind face. She smiled at Dorothy. “I’m Patricia. You’re Dorothy, right?”

Dorothy stepped back. 

“Oh, no dear! I heard you telling Mathew your name. Four times.”

“Oh. That makes…sense. He had me repeat my name a lot. Is that normal?”

“No, Matthew is just a biii…jerk.”

Dorothy stared at the woman, Patricia stared back. “I’m fourteen, I know what swears are.”

“Yeah, and that didn’t start with the same letter, I really whiffed on that one. Where are your guardians?”

Dorothy shifted Toto in her arms, eyes beginning to bulge, “I’m on my own.”

“Do you…need help? You look—”

“Yesplease,thatwouldhelp!”

“I’ve got you. Is this your first time traveling on your own?” Patricia very carefully took Dorothy’s suitcase from her and set it down. After several gulps of air the girl nodded and shifted the grip on her dog.

“Yes. It’s my first time on a boat at all, actually.”

“Oh, that’s so much fun! I love boat trips, they’re my favorite way to travel.”

Dorothy clutched Toto closer to her chest and shrugged half-heartedly while avoiding the mother with the three year old running into her. “I suppose. You’ve been on a lot of boats then?” 

Patricia nodded, “I have, yes. I travel with this company quite a lot, in fact I know most of the staff here. That’s how I know about Matthew.” Dorothy’s eyes widened and she took a half step forward, causing Patricia to laugh, “Most of the staff here are lovely people, and again, please don’t worry about Matthew. He’s awful most days and his wife just found out about his ‘trip to the barber.’”

“What’s wrong with his barber?”

“Only that he cuts his own hair.”

This caused the aforementioned man to turn around, glare at the two women, and shout, “Hey! If you’re done gossiping, can you two move it?! You’re clogging up the entryway!” Patricia sighed and jerked her head towards a corridor with a questioning look.

“Oh, no dear. Let me carry your bag, you were turning the same color as a plum earlier. Where’s your room, I’ll drop you off.”

“Oh, 42 on the first floor. Um, Patricia, can I ask you a question?”

Patricia steered Dorothy up a set of stairs, “Go nuts. What’s up?”

“You’ve been on boats before, do they shake often?”

Patricia stopped and looked into Dorothy’s eyes. “Well, rock, yes. On the water you’ll be expecting a bit of a sway, but shake? I don’t think there’s any reason a boat would shake unless we’re in a storm. Why, do you think you’ll get seasick?”

Dorothy shook her head and continued down the hall, hand skimming over the wall, nails scraping against the fuzzy texture of the wallpaper. “No, I’m just…nervous, I suppose.”

The heels of Patricia’s pumps hit the floor with a clip before the dunk sound of the rest of her shoe connecting with the floor as she follows Dorothy. After a minute she speaks up. 

“The fear is reasonable. Not that anything will happen to you, but you’re doing something new, and you’re doing it on your own. If you weren’t afraid right now, you’d be, well, really impressive, actually.” Dorothy chuckled and Patricia continued, “The point is, nerves are reasonable when you feel like you’re alone. Humans function worse when they feel isolated. You’re doing something impressive Dorothy, and just doing it is, on its own, an act of bravery.” They stopped at room forty-two. “But, as brave as it is, it’ll feel less daunting if you’re not alone. At six o’clock tonight, the captain will be rounding us up for a pre-dinner announcement. It’s pretty basic, going over rules and such, if you want, you can sit with me and my friend.”

“Really?”

“Absoultly.”

“Thanks Patricia.” Dorothy smiled and took her case back from the taller woman, who nodded and shook her hand.

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Inside the room, Dorothy flopped down on the bed. There is no other or better word for the way that the girl stood above the bed, arms outstretched, and let herself fall onto the mattress. 

“Oof!” Dorothy slapped the bed, her voice muffled by the duvet, “Good quality.” She popped her head up and smiled at Toto, who was staring at her with a look that is the canine equivalent to exasperation. “Can you believe Auntie Em said the bed was going to suck?”

Toto continued to stare at Dorothy.

“Ok then, be that way. Oh, a brochure!”

Toto sighed as his owner army crawled her way up the bed to be able to reach the pamphlet sitting on the bedside table. “Let’s see what activities we can do while we’re here, shall we Toto?” The brunette flipped open the brochure and kicked her feet as she read aloud.

“Here at Lark Cruises, we offer our guests an open schedule and fine dining, or…no, that says fun dining. Hm. Let’s see…buffet is open all hours, breakfast from 6-10 AM, lunch from 10-6, and dinner from, oh…6-10. They really like those numbers together, don’t they.”

Dorothy sat up and swung her feet as Toto jumped up on the bed next to her. “Ah, here we go! Activities. Ok, so. We have…bingo…and scrabble and…mah jong and…shuffle board…oh! A life drawing class!” Dorothy gathered the spaniel in her arms and hugged him to her chest. “What do you think, Toto? Should we take an art class? Could be fun!” Dorothy picked up the brochure again to check the time of the class, “Maybe I have a hidden talen…it’s only for sixteen and up. Of course.” Dorothy dumped both the brochure and the dog on the bed.

“The whole activities section is only full of boring adult stuff and the one interesting thing in the whole brochure is only for adults.” Dorothy stood up and stalked around the cabin room. “I have nothing to do for this whole boat trip except play shuffleboard or games that use tiles,” Dorothy snatched the pamphlet from the bed and held it up to the ceiling, as if expecting an apology from it, “Or bridge! Oh, yes! I can also play bridge! The national pastime of all American fourteen year olds!” Dorothy flopped back down on the bed with a huff and Toto, in the spirit of support, barked at the ceiling as well, though he didn’t know what the plaster was supposed to do about the activities in the game room. 

Dorothy smiled, then remembered she was trying to be upset and nodded righteously. “Thank you Toto. Glad to see you agree.” When the dog looked at her, as if inquiring about what they’d do next, Dorothy laughed, for, at that moment, Toto looked so human. Toto had a penchant for looking more human than he ought to. He hadn’t always been this way, it was something he’d gained while the two had been in Oz. Dorothy suspected that being in a land full of magic and talking animals had changed Toto more than the spaniel had ever truly let on to the girl, because sometimes, like in that instant where Toto looked to Dorothy, with a look in his eyes of tired but loving support, he looked much more real than most dogs did. His eyes did anyway.

Thinking about Oz made Dorothy’s eyes tear up. She laughed a wet and shaky laugh and said, in a voice that she was proud to say, hardly quavered at all, “Well, that was a good rant, wasn’t it, Toto? I dare say Boq would be impressed with it.” The girl rubbed at her eyes, not that she was truly crying, but it was something to do and helped her feel a little more grounded in the cabin room. Her spaniel crawled into her lap and curled up, and the girl laughed a little more, pulling the dog into a hug.

“Oh, Toto. I don’t miss being in Oz, being so far away from Auntie Em and Uncle Henry, feeling so lost and confused. But I do miss my friends. I do so wish I could see them again.” And then the spaniel licked the girl’s face, and she laughed once more, before picking the brochure back up, and looking to see if there were any activities she’d missed.

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Patricia was right. At six o’clock, the speaker system came to life, glitching and crackling, but saying with utmost importance that all passengers had to make their way down to the main deck.

Dorothy was still holding Toto in her arms, there were so many people rushing around, finding friends, finding family, refusing to listen to the staff and take a seat, that Dorothy was worried someone might accidentally step on Toto’s tail. 

“Dorothy! Over here!” Dorothy turned and saw Patricia sitting at a table, almost alone except for a young man with black hair sitting next to her playing solitaire. When Dorothy walked up to the table, he held a hand out without looking up from his cards. Patricia scoffed and hit him upside the head. “Daniel!”

“Patty, give me a half second, I’m about to win this.” The boy brushed her hand away and snapped a card down in the hearts slot. “Boom! And that’s…not right actually, what?”

Patricia covered her face with her hand. “Dorothy, I’m so sorry. This is my twin brother, Daniel. He is eighteen, he’s just also an idiot.” 

“I’d take offence to that if it weren’t tr–puppy! Patty, you didn’t tell me the girl you met had a dog!”

Dorothy laughed and sat down. “Would you like to pet him?”

“Desperately.”

Dorothy held the spaniel out over the table, “Be warned though, Toto is a very good judge of character. He is liable to scratch or bark if he doesn’t like you.”

“I will take those odds.” Daniel scooped Toto up in his arms and, while the dog didn’t seem thrilled about the situation, was neither scratched, nor barked at.

As the crowd of people began to file in and settle down, an older man in a navy jacket stepped up onto a podium. He had brown hair, but it was thinning at the top, and it was brown in a splotchy, uneven way, with tints of an orange-yellow that suggested he got the color, not by the nature of being born, but rather from a plastic bottle. The man cleared his throat and leaned into a microphone, tapping it a few times and saying, “Testing, testing.” All of which are the first instincts that pop into a person's head when they get their hands on a microphone. 

“Hello everyone. I am Captain Ryan, I’ll be steering us for our two to four day journey from our starting point here to the destination at St. Louis. We will be moving from the Kaw over to the Missouri river, which will pick up a little bit in speed, so won’t that be a blast?” Dorothy was of the opinion that he had said this in a voice that implied that going faster in a boat that was only held aloft by the laws of physics, something that Dorothy knew from personal experience was much more fragiler than one might originally think, was a fun thing. When the people around her cheered and laughed, Dorothy realized her opinion was the one in the minority and, at that very moment, had the same thought process that many fourteen year olds have, that she was somehow much smarter than literally every adult surrounding her. 

Unlike most fourteen year olds, this troubled Dorothy, but she had a tendency to think about others before herself. From the podium, the captain continued speaking in a voice that was somehow both dry but deeply passionate.

“Now, before we let you go to eat, there are a few things. First off, we have plenty of food, more than enough for everyone to have seconds, hell, for everyone to have fourths. So, noting this, there is no need for a repeat of what Carol did last trip, yes?” The captain directed this at a middle aged woman with blonde hair who whispered under her breath, they got what they had coming to them. The captain responded to this by ignoring it with a nervous laugh.

Dorothy leaned across the table to whisper to Patricia and Daniel, “What did she do?”

Daniel looked up from playing with Toto’s ears, a vicious gleam in his eyes, “Elbowed a group of sixty year old women. Said that they were hogging all the gnocchi.”

Dorothy clapped a hand over her mouth, “That’s horrible! Were they alright?”

Daniel snickered, “Keep our voice down. Yeah, they were fine.”

“Besides,” Patricia muttered out of the corner of her mouth, her eyes still on the captain, “She was telling the truth. They had been hogging all the gnocchi.”

Dorothy sat back and thought about this. By the time she’d tuned back into what the captain was saying, he only had two items left. “No hanging over the railings, I know we have some kids here with us, parents, it is up to you to make sure your kid doesn’t fall overboard, we will help them get back on the boat, but let’s try not to have that happen, shall we?”

“And finally, if we encounter an emergency, we have enough life boats to carry double this amount of people. But, we shouldn’t be faced with any reason to use them, it’s looking like it’ll be a wonderful and smooth trip. Alright, that’s all I have to say. Have at the buffet you animals.”

As people rushed out of their seats to grab food, Patricia leaned back in her chair and glanced at the buffet. Daniel passed Toto back to Dorothy and picked up his cards again. “What’s it looking like tonight, Pats?”

“Call me that again, and I kill you by sword. And it’s meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans.” Daniel rolled his eyes and made a gagging motion. “Hey man, you don’t have to like it. Just get me a plate.”

The man slapped the card down on the table indignantly, “Why me?”

“Because you’re the man. Also I don’t want to try to get food in this mess.”

“And I do?”

“Do it or I’m selling your books.”

Daniel grumbled and kicked a leg of the table as he stood up, leaving for the buffet. Patricia called after him, “Get a plate for Dorothy too, would ya!?”

Dorothy, who was about to get up and get her own plate, looked embarrassed, “No, he doesn–”

“Yeah he does. He owes me. And I don’t want you trying to take…Toto, right? Yeah, I don’t want you taking him into there. It’d cause a fit.”

Dorothy nodded and watched as Daniel dodged the blonde woman named Carol kicking him in the leg. She pulled Toto close and buried her face in his tawny fur.

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End Notes: Matthew is a white, straight, cis man who is a dick to children and cheats on his wife. He is the real villain of this fic. Also, I loved writing the scene where Dorothy gets mad at the ceiling. She's not mad for religious reasons, she just has genuinely nowhere else to direct her anger to.