Chapter 32: The female lead, transformed into a cat, gets petted by President Fukuzawa; the female lead's daily bullying...
Using the transformation spell to revert to my sixteen-year-old appearance, I went to the room where the three bottles of wine were kept.
At this moment, Gin was standing by the window, a cigarette dangling from his lips, gazing coldly out the window. Shuichi Akai sat in the chair furthest from Gin, cleaning his gun, while Vodka sat in the chair closest to his older brother, reading a magazine. All three seemed quite relaxed. But this was only for now; soon they would all be corporate slaves!
As I entered the room, I clapped my hands to get the three people's attention. "I'll take up a little of your time. Gin, please put out your cigarette. I'm only seven years old and I refuse to inhale secondhand smoke."
My words made Gin unconsciously drop his cigarette, but he immediately maintained his composure, crushing the cigarette on the ground with his leather shoe, and coldly asked, "What do you want to say?"
Before I could even speak, Shuichi Akai, upon learning that I was still in elementary school, said with slight surprise, "You don't look like you're seven years old."
"My boss is a scumbag lolicon who likes to dress up young girls, so I have to disguise myself as a teenage girl to avoid being harassed."
As usual, I wanted to express my disgust for my lousy boss, so I brought up something I wanted to talk about earlier.
“I have already spoken to Boss Mori about your situation. He doesn’t object to me using the Port Mafia’s influence to protect you, but in exchange, he can freely deploy you, who are now my direct subordinates, whenever I have free time.”
"This is quite dangerous, because Chief Mori is a scumbag boss who uses his subordinates and then discards them. He only cares about whether the goal can be achieved, and the life and death of his subordinates are just a string of numbers. So we're going to have a tough time in the coming days. In order to prevent you from being assigned to dangerous jobs and having accidents, I can only let the chief exploit you. You will have to run around with me. Cherish this short period of relaxation now."
Upon hearing my description of the incredibly bleak career that was about to begin, Gin gave a disdainful sneer, completely unconcerned.
That makes sense. Gin is the biggest wage slave in the Black Organization. The organization is full of spies, traitors, and useless teammates. He must work diligently every day and never has a moment of leisure. So, he naturally looks disdainful of the Port Mafia's work. He's probably already used to the huge workload.
Vodka, who had always been Gin's sidekick, was naturally not afraid of the upcoming workload that made people want to shout "Holy crap!" However, Shuichi Akai paused in his gun-wiping action. Although he had a cold and expressionless look, I could still tell that he was somewhat unwilling.
It's understandable that Shuichi Akai, as an FBI agent, worked tirelessly within the Black Organization to climb the ranks and infiltrate its core to obtain classified information. Now, entering the Port Mafia in another world as a wage slave is simply unpaid work, a meaningless waste of time and life—no wonder he'd be unhappy with it.
Fortunately, even if I'm unwilling, Shuichi Akai won't show it, so I can just pretend I didn't see it.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a ribbon, a hair clip, and a hair tie, handing them to them one by one, saying, "According to the rules of the Port Mafia, I have to give you one of my own possessions. These are all I can find right now, so take them. It just so happens that Gin and Rye Whiskey both have long hair, so they can be tied up in their hair."
Gin gripped the pink ribbon tightly in his hand, his sharp eyes coldly fixed on me, looking as if he wanted to shoot me dead.
"Haha, I was just kidding. Gin's silver hair is so beautiful, it already looks great as it is, there's absolutely no need to tie it up."
I casually teased Gin, which made his expression even worse. Especially when he saw Vodka subconsciously nod in agreement, and Akai Shuichi, who had always been at odds with him, smirked, his murderous intent practically radiating out; he probably even wanted to kill someone.
Seeing that Gin was still clutching the ribbon tightly, I kindly reminded him, "You can do whatever you want with that ribbon when you return to your own world, whether you throw it away or burn it, but for now you should still carry it with you. You can't refuse the tradition of the Port Mafia!"
Then, I clapped my hands again and stated the main points of the conversation, "Alright, from now on I am your superior. I don't have any requirements for your work attitude from now on. I will be satisfied as long as you can all get home safely. But there is one thing you must remember: absolutely, absolutely do not harm anyone from the Armed Detective Agency, or I will be angry!"
For some unknown reason, Shuichi Akai suddenly said in a cold voice, "The Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency are adversaries. Your actions can be considered a betrayal!"
No sooner had the FBI agent finished speaking than Gin glared at me with murderous intent, even more intense than when I had been teased before, leaving me speechless.
This isn't the Black Organization, why is he glaring at me like that? Is he addicted to killing traitors, and now he's itching to help take down traitors from other organizations? LOL~~
"This is not betrayal."
To prevent Gin from constantly plotting to get rid of his boss, I patiently explained...
"First of all, the Port Mafia boss Mori Ougai and the Armed Detective Agency president Fukuzawa Yukichi are from the same school. Although they have different ideologies and sometimes fight, they share the same belief in protecting Yokohama. They can cooperate when necessary and are not absolute enemies."
"Secondly, as Mori Ōgai's daughter on his official register and a disciple acknowledged by Fukuzawa-sensei, whatever I do, as long as they don't speak up, no one else has any right to question me."
"Finally, when I joined the Port Mafia, I made a promise to Mori Ougai that I would not do anything to harm the Armed Detective Agency. As my direct subordinates, you must also abide by this rule."
"Don't forget, I'm the one who truly protected you! I even had to work overtime in corporate slave mode because I was afraid you'd be used as cannon fodder by Mori Ougai to do missions related to superpowered individuals. Do you know how hard it was for me? Gin, you even have murderous intent towards me, that's really too much!"
After my performance of singing, reciting, acting, and fighting, the three bottles of liquor in the room stopped talking. Although Gin still had a cold expression, at least the murderous aura was gone, which was good. Otherwise, I was really afraid that he would shoot me in the back one day. This famous workaholic of the liquor company, who hates traitors and is known for killing his own people, is really capable of anything!
As I had predicted, I became a corporate slave in the Port Mafia, working, working, and working every day. I didn't even get to witness the plot of Chuuya Nakahara joining the Port Mafia.
When I finally met this Gravity Master at the Port Mafia building, he was already wearing his ever-present top hat, and he no longer had the youthful look he once had as the King of Sheep. It's a real shame, I really paid too high a price for those three bottles of wine.
Gin has also gained considerable notoriety within the Port Mafia these days. Since Shuichi Akai has always been passive at work, appearing listless and unmotivated all the time, it immediately makes Gin's hard work stand out.
Before, when I dealt with those small gangs that clashed with the Hong Kong Triads, I would just beat them up and that was it. Now, with Gin by my side, I don't even need to use my brain. He can arrange everything perfectly, and I don't even need to lift a finger; Gin wipes out everyone. If I hadn't stopped him, he would have even blown up the gang's stronghold. It's really making my young shoulders bear a burden that shouldn't be on my shoulders at this age.
Because he was always accompanied by followers from other departments on his missions, it wasn't long before Gin had a group of followers who admired him. Even Mori Ougai heard that the Port Mafia had produced such a calm, ruthless, skilled killer and highly strategic leader, and he lamented that he didn't have any special abilities, otherwise he could have become a high-ranking member of the organization.
I thought to myself, thank goodness Gin doesn't have any superpowers. If he were a member of the Port Mafia, he would be even more unscrupulous. Putting aside everything else, with Gin's super high professional quality of killing, blowing up buildings, and arranging funerals, Yokohama would be bombed every day!
What did Yokohama do wrong to deserve this treatment? Not only are the locals bombing it every day, but people who have traveled from other worlds also want to bomb it. This is why the Bungo Stray Dogs world consciousness has always welcomed transmigrators. If it were the Naruto world consciousness, it would have kicked out dangerous elements like Gin long ago.
Days passed by in the midst of busy work, and soon I was eight years old, and the battle for the top spot finally began.
The war was triggered by 500 billion yen left behind by a certain superhuman.
This enormous sum of money, which aroused envy, drew all the Yokohama mafia members into this bloody struggle like wolves drawn to blood. Those were the 88 days with the highest death toll in Yokohama's mafia history, and also the darkest 88 days for the people of Yokohama.
Under the cold, crescent moon, I stood amidst the blood-soaked city streets, watching the innocent mother and daughter who had been caught in the crossfire and died tragically. An overwhelming surge of anger rose within me.
It was a young mother who, even in death, held her child tightly in her arms. She was a great mother who tried her best to protect her daughter in the final moments of her life, but the little girl in her arms, as beautiful as a flower, had withered away and gone to another world with her mother.
I felt nothing at all about the numerous dead police officers lying on the ground around me. However, when I saw the mother and daughter who had been shot and died tragically, I was so angry that my body trembled. The war in Longtou had only just begun, and gangs were already waging war in the city with impunity. Those people's eyes were blinded by their greed, and they couldn't see anything else.
"Which gang did this?!"
I said angrily, feeling the urge to kill for the first time. Those gangs shouldn't exist. The more people die, the better. I just wish all the mafia would die out and never harm the world again!
"Judging from their insignia, they should belong to the Skull Gang and the Iron Blood Gang, two small gangs. With so many people dead, they should soon perish in this wave of seizing the 500 billion dollar fortune."
Shuichi Akai spoke in a low voice from the side, his usually sharp eyes also revealing a hint of anger.
"We should go," Gin said coldly, his face as ruthless as ever. The hellish scene before him seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever. And rightly so; he was always the one who created hell, how could he be moved?!
A strong sense of dissatisfaction rose within me towards this man, and I coldly commanded, "Gin, take off your clothes!"
Gin's sharp eyes immediately pierced me like knives, and a strong murderous aura emanated from him. I looked at him without fear, pointed to his usual black overcoat, and said, "Take off your overcoat and cover that mother up. We're all wearing only light clothing, and you're the only one wearing an overcoat here. You're just unlucky. Take it off quickly, or I'll rip it off and your face will look even worse."
"Brother, what should we do?" Vodka said, looking very conflicted. He wanted to take it off, but a suit alone didn't meet my requirements.
Gin, the Black Organization's top assassin, confronted me with murderous intent for a moment, attempting to shoot me several times. However, he knew he couldn't kill me anyway, so he didn't waste his breath. He angrily took off his signature black trench coat, threw it at me, and tossed his silver hair in a sharp arc before turning and leaving the place that had humiliated him.
I didn't care about his thoughts. I walked over to the young mother and knelt down, gently saying, "I'm sorry, I can't take you with me. I'll have to ask you to stay here a little longer. Gin may not be a good person, but at least his clothes are warm. That world must be very cold. Please bear with it for the sake of the child."
I gently draped the trench coat over the young mother holding her child, and a blood-stained pendant jingled as it fell to the ground from her body.
I picked it up, intending to return it to her, and noticed a photograph on the pendant. It showed a young man smiling happily, embracing his wife and daughter; just looking at it, I could feel the warmth and beauty in the scene. But the thought of the cruel reality—that the husband would never see his wife and daughter return—filled me with sorrow.
I placed the pendant in the woman's arms, stood up, and walked towards the area where the gunfire was most intense. Akai Shuichi, walking beside me, suddenly exclaimed with admiration, "The young lady is so gentle!"
Looking at the cold, desolate waning moon overhead, I said sadly, "It's just a case of sympathy for those of the same kind. My parents died protecting my brother and me. Even now, I often dream of the scene of their passing. Pierced by the Nine-Tailed Fox's sharp armor, their scalding blood flowing onto my body, it must have hurt so much, yet they still tried their best to express their love for their children, loving my brother and me without regret even at the last moment of their lives..."
I reached out and covered my chest, feeling a dull ache there, and my breathing became difficult.
Shuichi Akai seemed unsure how to comfort me, remaining silent for a long time until my cell phone rang, breaking the oppressive atmosphere between us.
I took out my phone and pressed the answer button. Fukuzawa-sensei's calm and steady voice came through the phone as always.
"Song, Yokohama is in a mess right now, you need to be careful."
"I will, and the teacher should also be careful. Also, tell everyone in the detective club not to go out after dark for the next three months."
"I understand," the teacher said on the phone, followed by his concerned voice, "The song sounds very downcast, has something happened?"
I sniffed and whispered, "It's nothing, I just miss my mom and dad."
Fukuzawa-sensei paused for a moment, probably unsure how to comfort him, just like Akai Shuichi, but then he spoke again, "Are you free to come back tonight? It's been so long since I've petted a cat."
My eyes lit up instantly. The blissful feeling of being petted by Fukuzawa-sensei filled my mind, and I immediately forgot all my sadness. I hurriedly said, "I'm free! I'll be back soon! Fukuzawa-sensei, please wait for me!"
As soon as I hung up the phone, I urged Shuichi Akai beside me, "Hurry up! Kill all those gunmen fighting each other right now, I need to get back to my teacher's house!"
The FBI agent, who rarely showed any emotion, looked at me with an indescribable expression before asking, "Does Miss intend to take action herself?"
"No!" I said without hesitation, looking completely matter-of-fact. "Aren't you guys here? I'll take them all half to death first, then you can finish them off!"
The gunfire ahead grew more intense. I jumped onto a telephone pole to observe the members of the rioting below. Once I was sure there were no civilians around, I formed hand seals and unleashed Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet.
Normally I definitely wouldn't use ninjutsu that consumes a lot of chakra, but now I'm in a hurry to get back to Fukuzawa-sensei's house, so I'll splurge this once. Otherwise, with the fighting so intense down there, how long would it take to get my hands on them after they've finished fighting? Let's just finish this off in one go.
Just as I predicted, a water-style ninjutsu was unleashed, and the gang members were swept away by the water dragon, leaving no room for any gunfight.
Then my men took turns finishing off those men, cleanly and efficiently ending tonight's work.
Although I was eager to leave, Yokohama was too dangerous at night, with gangs fighting everywhere. So I first escorted the three bottles of sake back to their place before heading briskly to Fukuzawa-sensei's house.
At Mr. Fukuzawa's house, I happily enjoyed his grooming service and once again sprawled on his lap like a cat pancake.
This is what a wonderful life is like! It's so much happier than being a corporate slave in the Hong Kong Triads! Once I change the timeline, I can switch to the Armed Detective Agency and live this comfortable life every day.
"Don't even think about it! By then you'll be all grown up, and the president will definitely not pet you anymore. Even if you beg, it won't work."
Edogawa Ranpo sat next to me, puffing out his cheeks, and said that he could actually read what I was thinking from my cat's face. He then poured a bucket of cold water on me, making me completely listless.
Yoriichi, who had been looking at me with his round eyes, reached out and patted my cat's head, saying cutely, "Don't be sad, I can pet you every day, and I'm sure it will make you feel really comfortable."
Although I felt there was something wrong with what he said, I was sure that Yoriichi, with his pure heart, didn't mean anything by it, so I jumped onto Yoriichi's shoulder and meowed.
"Yoichi is the best, meow!" I pressed my pink cat paw against his face, and Yoichi held my little paw with a faint smile.
At that moment, Ranpo, being mischievous, reached out to grab my tail, but I flicked my tail hard and slapped his hand back. So this big kid shamelessly complained to Fukuzawa-sensei, leaving Fukuzawa-sensei, who had been watching the three of us with satisfaction, with a helpless expression.
I immediately jumped off Yoriichi's shoulder and started chasing my own tail in circles on the tatami mat, performing a traditional cat act. This immediately caught Fukuzawa-sensei's attention, making Ranpo, who had failed to tattle, sullen and extremely frustrated.
This scene was incredibly satisfying to watch, and even the cat wore a happy smile.
In this family, I am absolutely the most beloved child of Fukuzawa-sensei, and I won't accept any arguments against it!
Author's Note: Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants with nutrient solution between 18:42:39 on February 8, 2021 and 16:13:36 on February 9, 2021!
Thank you to the little angel who watered the nutrient solution: Songcheng (1 bottle);
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
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