Long ago, in the land of Japan, there lived a man named Mikazuki. He was a very kind and normal person who only wished for his village to be happy.

On the third day of a famine, Mikazuki decided to seek out the spirit Okuninushi, in order to ask him for help. But Okuninushi had been killed by the spirit of curses, Akumasuke. Mikazuki knew nothing of this, and he ventured into the home of Okuninushi, which was a cave to the east of his town.

He tried to negotiate with the spirit of curses, but he accidentally made him angry. Akumasuke was not known for his mercy, and so he punished Mikazuki by cursing his entire family.

To this day, the Mikazuki family has been doomed to experience nothing but bad luck, despair, and sorrow.


In the Kamiya apartment building, apartment no. 2507, a single worn-out desk stood in the middle of a small room. The only source of light was a dimly lit candle, due to a blackout that had ensued at the time. Nevertheless, that small flicker of heat shone upon my excruciatingly maddening paperwork that I needed to fill out, blackout or not. I wiped the bangs of my short black hair out of my eyes as I poured all my concentration into completing the documents. In about as much time as it would take for a hyper child to fall asleep, I had finished my work.

The life of a detective means that I get to do this almost every week. It's rare for me to do an investigation, even though I've had lots of experience in the past. When it was my first year in the force, I stopped a serial killer from murdering the prime minister's daughter and wife. In my second year, I caught the leader of an illegal gambling ring.

It's my fifth year now. My name is Mikazuki Yozora, known to the world as either a genius or a loner. I'm twenty-four years old. Started my job when I was nineteen. My colleagues keep asking me questions about how I became part of the force at such a "tender" age. My reply? Told 'em it was none of their business.

The boss seems to respect me a lot. Respect is something I've been prone to losing, back when I was in high school. It was when I had opened this club. It's purpose was to help reunite myself with a childhood friend named Hasegawa Kodaka. Don't worry, I'll get to him in a bit. Just let me finish talking about the old days.

So anyways, we were supposed to be the only two members of the club. But then five other people joined. Their names were Shiguma Rika, Hasegawa Kobato, Kusunoki Yukimura, Takayama Maria, and Kashiwazaki Sena.

Kodaka was my childhood friend, back when we were seven. He thought I was a boy back then. I used to call him "Taka". He was always mistreated by people who didn't know him well because of his dirty blond hair, which he had inherited from his mother. He also has gray eyes and, unbeknownst to him, an angry expression whenever he's thinking. Despite all of this, Kodaka's actually a very soft-spoken and kind person who always had my back.

Rika is an eccentric perverted inventor who actually got my brain calls to stop working with her ridiculously inappropriate comebacks. She was the only person who I listened to at times, because I knew that it was best to just shut up and obey her, unless I wanted to hear her talk about her new favourite BL novels and manga. She did come to my aid a few times.

Kobato is Kodaka's younger sister, and she's very, very close to him. So close in fact, that she gets jealous if anybody(besides me)even utters his name. She's was a huge fan of Gothic vampires, I think, and she even used to wear a single red contact lense over her blue eye. Kid was thirteen, but she was short. It's been seven years, so she must be twenty now. Wow. It's been long...

Ahem, sorry. Got a bit nostalgic there. Moving on.

Next is Yukimura. She's, um, definitely noteworthy. You see, she used to pretend she was a guy, but then we found out about her true gender. Used to be the club's maid. Things happened, and she completely lost all respect for me. I deserved it.

Maria was a ten-year old soon-to-be nun who was apparently some kind of child prodigy. She was pretty obnoxious. I mean, I like kids and animals, but I had to put my foot down for that kid.

Finally, there was Sena. She was this perfect rich girl who everybody admired and worshipped entirely. Sena had a very nice figure, and she was pretty popular with the boys. That's why most girls hated her. And she acted like an arrogant princess. I myself remember thinking of her as the perfect embodiment of "normal". Thinking back on it, she was anything but normal, with an addiction to those dating sims. Still, she was a very beautiful girl. I only recognized my feelings for her when I closed the club. By that time, she and I had lost contact with each other. If I were to guess, I'd say she's either engaged or married to Kodaka now.

I haven't seen any of my former clubmates for seven long years. In that time period, I've moved out of Mom's house(did that as soon as I could), became a detective(it looked fun, dammit), and got an apartment of my own in the Kamiya Buildings(not one of those shady motels).

I got up and went to the balcony to take a breather. The lights started to blink on and off as the wind hit my face.

Looks like the electricity's back, I thought.

The sun was rising. I'd been up since one a.m., sorting those credentials. I did take a nap for about half an hour, so I should be fine.

Suddenly, my ringtone went off. I answered the call.

"Mikazuki-san speaking," I said.

"Mikazuki-san, this is Oda-san," said the voice on the other line. I immediately identified him as Oda Wataru, my boss. "I was just looking through the new case files. They're about one or two days old, I'd say. We need you to take up one of the cases. As you are this district's sharpest mind, I'm sure you'll have no trouble solving one of these. Are you up for it?"

"A hundred percent," I replied without hesitation. "I'd rather get my hands dirty while doing fieldwork than while using a leaky pen. What're the mysteries that need unraveling?"

I got ready while he was dictating to me, rolling down the sleeves of my white collar shirt, putting on my dark purple tie, black suit, straightening my pants and brushing my hair a bit.

"The first case," he said. "Involves a man who was killed by an unknown assassin. Second: A senior kidnapped by a yakuza gang. Third: Young former nun gone missing."

I blinked. "Tell me more about that third one."

"Sure thing," he said. "The nun's name is Takayama Maria, seventeen years old. She abandoned her occupation as a nun and was currently trying to apply for St. Chronica's Academy... same as you, eh? But back to the point. The kid left the church she was being raised in and she hasn't come back for three days. The nuns are asking for help now."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. For the first time in years, I've heard a fellow clubmate's name.

And that clubmate has run away from home.

"I'll look into it," I stated. "Sorry about the other cases. There any snoops on those ones?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it," he reassured me. "I'll send someone there. You focus on your task: Find Takayama. Call me when you're done."

"Got it," I closed my phone. My prime question was why Maria ran away. Her sister Kate should've called the agency as soon as a day passed. But she waited for three days. And I need to find out why.


I arrived at the church at about eight thirty. The sun had decided to shine its rays of hell directly upon me. I blocked it out with my right hand and took a good minute to gaze upon the massive white building. The trees that surrounded that pathway were plentiful and abundant with leaves. The fountain's water sparkled like it was holy water. I could hear a few nuns inside as I knocked the door. Maybe one of 'em was Kate.

Ah, you don't know who Kate is, do you? I'd be surprised if you did. Means that you came here on Sundays to confess all your sins. People don't do that anymore.

Basically, Kate is Maria's older sister. She's one of the only people who didn't give a crap about that kid's intellect. Maria was a rude little snot, but I did care about her. Even if I did trick her most of the time.

I knocked on the wooden door twice, growling at that stupid ball o' fire in the sky that relentlessly attacked me. The door was opened by a woman. I'd say she was about nineteen. She had long black hair and green eyes. Her clothes were that of any nun's. She eyed me timidly.

"The church is closed, miss," she said.

"I'm not here to offer a prayer," I pulled out my badge and ID. "Detective Mikazuki Yozora, ready to assist you. Now, where's Sister Takayama Kate?"