#the-phantom-crow

Lavenza couldn’t believe that she placed her faith in a Trickster that would turn their back on society. Accepting the deal given to him by Yaldabaoth caused her heart to sink. This couldn’t be right -- it shouldn’t! There had to be a way to fix this. 

Alone in the remains of the Velvet Room, the young attendant thought what was the best way to go about fixing this. Igor, her true Master, was still missing and her Trickster was gone. Wait a moment ---! If she recalled correctly, she was told that there were two Wild Cards! Unfortunately, he was lost in another palace, lost in a Sea of Souls between Mind and Matter. Perhaps she could use what little magic she had to bring him back?

She concentrated for a moment before allowing her familiars to lead her to a cell that had a dark aura about it. Lavenza stood outside of the cell, placing a hand out to unlock the cell as she remained in the doorway. She could sense a great deal of regret, sadness and anger from the soul within. This was, without a doubt, the soul of Goro Akechi -- the second Wild Card. Clinging to her lexicon, she dared to take a step closer towards him. 

It was like being drugged, his body dragged him into that shadowy world of dreams in less than a minute from his head hitting the pillow. He would describe falling asleep as his only sweet release from the worries of the world. In his dreams he could escape, find relief. And for a few seconds when he awoke he was oblivious to his concerns. He would enjoy that brief respite of time before his troubles burst to the forefront of his mind.

Though his eyes had opened he couldn’t think of why; his head was pounding, mind empty. It was as if a hypodermic of adrenaline had been emptied into his carotid. He strained into the utter darkness, breathing rate beginning to steady.

He sat up slowly, silently. The air inside was different, and for a moment Akira was unable to put his finger on why. Then it occurred to him, the smell of his home was was gone, there was no sound, nothing but the eerie silence other than the shackles around his wrist and ankles. He stood from his uncomfortable bed and put his hand on the bars.

He had been here before.

There was a figure approaching his cell. 

“What do you want from me?”

Moodboard for Ryuji & Akechi.

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The sun had vanished some time ago now and the customers had all but stopped filtering in out of the small Cafe. In Leblanc's standards, it had been a busy day.

As Kaito carefully began to wipe down the counter with a damp towel he wondered what Sakura would have done without him around. Well, the Chief had to get by all this time before he had even come here somehow after all. So perhaps his presence was just more convenient.

“What a real busy day! I’m tired just from watching you.” Morgana mewed in a seat at the end of the bar.

The boy sighed as he threw the towel over his shoulder and walked to the sink in the back to wash his hands. “I could use a cup of coffee myself.” He muttered under his breath. 

“Well, I’d say the day is just about done so you’re free to do just that. And I’m going to head home.” A gruff older voice chimed in followed by the folding sound of a newspaper. “Close up the shop, will you? I’ll get the sign on my way out.” Nothing ever seemed to get by the Chief, did it? 

Yet no sooner had Sakura finished speaking did the small bell of the front door opening chime. “Oh, well. I was just about to close up shop but- aw well I guess you’ll be our last customer for the evening. Okinami you take care of it and then do as you will.”

Kaito’s head turned but almost immediately turned back around to the sink. Really? He clutched his hands tightly beneath the water. Goro Akechi was the last customer?

Sure he made his stops but this late? It gave Kaito a very unsettled feeling. He glanced towards his cat who was peering at him before taking a sitting position on the chair.

“Be with you in just a minute,” Kaito spoke still facing the sink, mindlessly scrubbing his hands as he contemplated. But the only real natural thing to do was just to do what he always did. Just put on the face and run with it.

"So it's gonna be hitman vs. serial killer, uh? That's too bad, 'coz I liked you... we both did..."

"Sorry kid, but I have a mission to complete! Get outta my way or I'll be forced to pin ya to the wall!"

“So, you want me to teach you how to play a piano?” The blonde pianist said after the so called detective asked her to be his piano tutor.

It hasn’t really bothered her to teach someone how to play the piano, but she was a bit surprised that someone was asking her to teach them how to do it, she knew that it was something that could’ve happened anyways due to her being the Ultimate Pianist. Plus, this isn’t the first time that this has happened, but this scenario rarely happened due to her being busy with her preparations for her recitals and her fans being too shy to approach her.