Word Count: 1,837 Words
Summary: Basically the title. Just a collection of stories where Ranpo has an ability during the events of Dead Apple.
Chapter Summary: Ranpo's ability comes after him during the fog, leaving him without his defenses.
Warnings: Death Mention, Fighting Mention, Injury Mention, Burn Mention, Shooting Mention, Gun Mention, Blood Mention, Near Death Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.
Notes: The Golden Mask ability allows a user to create a gold aura around themselves, the gold of which can be turned into solid or liquid gold weapons (like armor, bow and arrow, bullets, whips, shields, ect). The gold can of the aura can only be controlled six feet around the user and new gold will be generated during each activation of the ability.
Dead Apple But Ranpo Has An Ability: Chapter 2: The Golden Mask
"What are you doing, Ranpo. You're acting weird."
"That's my little secret." He knew he shouldn't ignore poor Kenji, but he couldn't deal with this. He didn't want to have to explain to his friends why the smartest detective in the agency might be dead come morning. He certainly didn't want to tell them in a case meeting.
He was afraid, even whilst Yosano was droning on about powers, Kunikida continuing the lecture, Fukuzawa talking. He couldn't bring himself to care, truly. He was sent home, he didn't want to go home. He didn't want to be alone, because he knew it was only a matter of time before he was attacked by his own ability but he didn't get to tell anyone.
Before long, he heard it, after the fog rolled in in its poisonous waves. He had to face The Golden Mask soon. The sound of tiny bits of metal knocked his front door open and he knew it was over, he couldn't run now, it was here.
He felt hot, thick metal over his wrist, burning and he threw his arm, throwing it back at the Ranpo Edogawa that stood in his doorway with no emotion. He had to stay away, that's all he had to do. But the fiery pain in his left wrist now made that hard to do.
He evaded well enough, though his ability destroyed the majority of his house with the golden aura around his double being used like a molten whip and bullets as The Golden Mask chased him both upstairs and down.
It looked like a warzone and he was scared of his own ability, the thing that was supposed to protect him, the thing built to protect him like nobody and nothing else could. Even if he kept it a secret, it had protected him his whole life.
It had actually saved his life on a number of occasions, one being when his parents got in their car accident where they died, his ability had protected him until the firemen came.
Even when he was burned out mentally and ready to give up, he always had The Golden Mask to fall back to in belief that it would save him, especially on dangerous cases where he got shot at and everyone was worried about his lack of a real ability, he could protect himself in secret and shuck off their worries about him.
Atsushi was still impressed by the time he'd stopped him from getting shot a month ago by blocking the shot with his hand and, afterward, he'd had to make a reinforced gold glove on that hand so Atsushi would believe him still a non-gifted.
He managed to escape his house and his ability was still looking for him. He realized it lacked his intelligence, his mind was a self-made gift of its own, not an ability, but a gift nonetheless. That thing didn't have that.
He began heading to the agency. They had weapons, his gun was in his desk. He only got cornered once, earning him more burn marks from his ability and a few golden bullets for measure and accountability. But he got away, thankfully.
He stumbled into the destroyed offices and he grabbed his gun, waiting. he knew it would undoubtedly come after him, he needed to just wait. He didn't know what would come first, the defeat of the fog or The Golden Mask.
As his unfortunate luck would have it, it was The Golden Mask who came for him first. He waited for it, sitting at his desk.
"You fucking shot me, Golden Mask." He told the ability, angry that he had been made weaker by the thing made to protect him. It simply threw some metal at him and he coughed the blood up that the new round of bullets in him made coagulate in his mouth.
"You're a bad aim, you know. Picking quantity over accuracy." He insulted from his place ducked behind his desk, not expecting The Golden Mask to simply throw the desk out of its way. He gasped, he was trapped here with his ability chasing him forever if that fog wasn't defeated.
He wasn't nearly strong enough alone to defeat it. He had the mind, it had his strength. He was afraid of it, his own ability was scaring him. He didn't want it to, he didn't want to be scared of it when he'd once been so proud he almost told the agency of it just last week.
He felt The Golden Mask pin him to the floor, gazing at him like it was wondering what would happen if it killed him. He couldn't tell exactly what the emotionless double was thinking as it didn't burn him this time, just looked confused, as if seeing him was a shock.
"Our parents would be disappointed if we made it this far to die like this, Golden Mask." He alerted the double. Its eyes became full of rage. "Mom and Dad didn't purposely make me, have a powerful child for science and die for it, for me to be taken out by my own ability. I won't stand for it." He growled lowly at the being.
It growled back, like it was mirroring him. He wasn't scared anymore. This was his ability, his gift to take back from this fog, to show off and protect his friends, to save himself again, to protect himself again. He deserved to flaunt his powerful ability like he'd never been able to before.
"I don't care what it takes." He forced it off of him, turned them over so he was on top of his ability, gun pointed at its red crystal, the fog's control. He felt something go straight through him, a golden hand.
"You made a mistake, I'm still aiming." He didn't falter, just pulled the trigger to get rid of that thing. The hand in his torso disappeared and he immediately was on the floor with his ability back.
With the golden hand gone, his blood was spilling on the floor in puddles and his burns and bullet wounds not helping the rather annoying level of pain he was in. Just moving to get the first aid kit from Yosano's desk was painful.
He dressed the burns first, then his bullet wounds, he wasn't sure how to fix the hole in his stomach. But then he got an idea and used the Golden Mask to act as both an internal and external patch, keeping the blood from continuing to spill from his torso and keeping his blood flowing through golden veins that replaced his broken ones.
Though it didn't permanently fix him and he was so out of it that he was dizzy, he felt safe again. He was half-conscious and waiting when Fukuzawa came back in the morning, followed by the rest of the team, who were probably all wondering about the gold in the walls and the broken parts of the building.
"Hi, guys." He was so out of it, he smiled and leaned forward for them, only ending with him throwing up on the ground at the movement and the room spinning around him.
"Ranpo! What happened!?" Yosano asked.
"I didn't have my gun so I had to come get it. Sorry, I guess I kind of destroyed the place." He leaned against her as she knelt at his side.
"What happened to you? You have like dozens of gunshots. The walls are melted and shot in places, Ranpo." Yosano asked.
"My ability responded to the fog. It showed up when I was at home. It destroyed my house too, but I needed something distanced to shoot it."
"Your...Your ability? Super-Deduction came after you? Made this much damage?" Atsushi asked.
"No, The Golden Mask." He showed Atsushi his hand, letting the golden aura extend itself into a glove, the same one that protected Atsushi a month ago.
"You are a gifted. I knew it!" Jun'ichiro exclaimed. He coughed blood onto the floor at the movement of the gold keeping his torso together.
"Yosano, I'm still losing blood." He warned her.
"Think you're about half dead?" Yosano asked.
"I will be if I let the patch on my stomach go. I had a hand go through me, I'm still surprised I'm not paralyzed." He told her.
"Alright, keep dying, I guess." He snickered, letting the golden patch on his torso go and blood pooled again on the floor and he choked on his laugh.
"Hey, if Poe comes in tell him I'm perfectly golden." He giggled, out of it.
"Alright, Ranpo." Yosano cracked a laugh, letting him bleed himself out until her ability worked as she kept on holding his hand.
"Now, you need to go home and take a shower and lay down. You, of everyone, got the most injured by their ability." Yosano ordered him.
"I'd love to see it in action one day. It looks powerful." Dazai commented as he took Ranpo home.
"My house isn't in good shape. The Golden Mask kinda destroyed there too." Ranpo warned him.
"Yeah, I get that." Dazai told him, leading him into the house and laughing at the door with bullets still in it. "Question, do you have to recollect the gold?" Dazai asked.
"No, I create it when I activate it. It's out of range, it's just random gold. I create new every time I use my ability."
"You have a range?" Dazai asked.
"Never been able to test it but probably about six feet around me." He groaned upon seeing his bed, wishing he could go to sleep but he'd been ordered to shower as well.
"Need any heeeelp?" Dazai teased.
"Stay in case I fall or something. I'll nail you to a wall if you come in there and I didn't call for you." He warned.
"I'd never!" Dazai whined and flopped on his bed, which made Ranpo scowl at his coworker in jealousy.
He begrudgingly took a shower and got redressed from his closet, stomach throbbing pain and he fell trying to grab his sleep shirt from the bottom drawer, cursing that he made it that way.
"You okay, Ranpo?" Dazai asked.
"Help me up." He admitted.
"Are you decent?" Dazai asked.
"Yeah." He felt Dazai help him up, surprisingly gentle and he let Dazai help him into his sleep shirt.
"Better. Now, off to bed with you. Doctor's orders." Dazai smiled, far too brightly, leading him to bed. His blessed bed. He was nearly out when he hit the bed, not even bothering with the covers.
"Get some sleep, Ranpo." Dazai was laughing, he noticed, as he put the blanket on him. He never wanted to be separated from his bed again.
He would be using his ability to defend his coworkers just the next week with a golden, bulletproof barrier and getting praised for it by Fukuzawa the next day. But nobody had to know that now that everything was finally calm again after the fog.