Truth be told, Harry didn't remember much after the Port Mafia members left. Once they were gone, he sagged against Dazai; boneless. Harry was in pain, rapidly loosing blood, and magically tired. Once the adrenaline rush from being in danger left with Akutagawa and his lackey, Harry's body abruptly become much, much heavier.

He passed out.

The next time he woke, Harry felt as though he was just barely holding on. Even then, being strapped to a metal table with a madly giggling lady standing nearby managed to frighten him to just enough consciousness to realize her intentions with that Russian sabre.

They were not pleasant.

A few painful and mentally damaging hours later, Harry was carried out into an area he vaguely recognized as the Agency office and sat in a chair. He slumped forward onto the desk with a soft thump. He couldn't think. It felt as if all of his thought processes were on a repeating cycle of determined crashing. Bitter shards of broken thoughts and ideas flashed through his head only to fracture even further.

Someone sat next to Harry an indeterminable amount of time later. They shook his shoulder gently and called out his name.

Harry felt too broken to stir.

Harry blinked gritty eyes open slowly. A dirty, gray tiled ceiling met his bleary gaze.

Ah…

Yesterday had been… bad.

Really bad.

So bad he wasn't even going to think on it.

Really.

Harry let his eyes rove the room he found himself in. Off-white walls, a lumpy hospital-ish mattress, and a halfway parted curtain were the only noteworthy proponents of the resting area Harry found himself in. Beyond the curtain, Harry could see what appeared to be a filing room for the agency. Midday sunlight drifted in through windows Harry could not see.

He blinked. With a sigh, Harry lowered himself back to the mattress and turned to lay on his side. It didn't seem as if anyone from the Agency wanted him for anything and even if they did; Harry didn't feel up to much. He wanted to sleep, and he was going to do so. After yesterday, Harry deserved some time to himself. Plus, the sunlight was just right to lay across his legs. It was warm and so, so good to his tiger instincts. Harry could have purred.

Just as he was settling himself in however, Dazai poked his head around the corner.

"Ah! You're awake, Hari-kun!" Dazai skipped over and sat in the chair next to Harry's bed. Harry frowned and wondered if the capricious man would leave him alone if he rolled over and pretended to snore.

"Maa… you shouldn't make such a face. If you're not careful, it'll get stuck that way." Dazai grinned cheerfully.

Yup. Rolling over. Harry was so not dealing with this today.

"Aww… Hari-kun. That's not polite at all." Dazai whined.

"I don't care. Go bother Kunikida-san." Harry grunted as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"He's busy worrying himself into the grave. Besides, I have questions for you." Dazai answered. His whimsical tone lessened to something approaching a normal conversational tone. Harry blinked one eye open. Dazai grinned.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut before giving a groan and sitting up. Apparently, Dazai meant something close enough to business to be somewhat serious.

"Fine, ask your bloody questions." Harry growled as he pulled his knees up to his chest. He glared at Dazai over his knees like some sort of angry cat. Dazai still didn't look the least bit concerned though. Instead, he quirked an annoying eyebrow.

"English, then? I wouldn't have guessed. Normally Englishmen are a bit more… hygienic." Dazai stated rudely. Harry grimaced. Yes, he knew he hadn't been able to shower or bathe for weeks before running into the Agency. Still though, he had done so as soon as he was able. It wasn't like he could make water and soap rain from the sky!

…

Actually… that could have been a feasible solution. Harry still had his wand. Food was not something his magic could provide. Soap and water was another matter entirely.

…

Still though, he'd done the best he'd thought he could at the given time.

"You try wandering the countryside aimlessly without a pound to your name and see how you wear it then." Harry growled. He shifted his body away from Dazai rudely before demanding, "Aren't you going to ask your questions? I want to get back to sleep."

"Maa, Maa, no need to be so impatient. This will only take a minute."

"Then take your minute." Harry grumbled grouchily. His tiger instincts clawed at Harry's sense of courtesy restlessly. It was midday. Thus, naptime. The sunlight was right there, it had been quiet, the temperature was just right, and Harry was so tired. Giving Prongs enough magic to battle a physically empowered shadow-phantom-thing could do that.

"What does your gift actually do, Hari-kun?" Harry blinked. Hadn't he already explained himself? Fear tightened his gut. Had Dazai realized Harry was lying about having a supernatural ability? Had the sharp-witted man figured out that Harry wasn't using an ability, but magic? Well, technically, Harry wasn't really lying: magic was a supernatural ability. It just wasn't the 'supernatural ability' that Dazai meant. Like a homophone, the same word could be used for both powers, but only one meaning held true to Dazai's current line of questioning.

Seeing Harry's confused reaction, Dazai clarified himself. "Beyond absorbing moonlight, healing, and shapeshifting, what can your power actually do?" Harry blinked. That was not what he'd been expecting. He felt his heart rate decrease.

"Um, well, I kind of already told you. My gift does whatever I want it to so long as I've got enough energy to use it." Harry answered nervously. Dazai frowned a leveled a stare at Harry. Harry ducked his head and looked at the form of his feet beneath the bed sheets. Had he revealed something odd? He didn't think so… it was the same answer he'd given Dazai the other day.

"Are you aware of the average parameters and uses of supernatural gifts, Hari-kun?"

Supernatural gifts had parameters? Harry had thought they were just random…

Harry shook his head. Dazai sighed closed his eyes for a moment.

"Maa, Maa… Just what are they teaching youngsters these days?" Dazai asked as he looked back at Harry with a teasing grin. Harry shrugged. He hadn't been taught anything. What harry knew about supernatural gifts came from snippets of overheard conversations caught in between feeding himself and searching for Sirius.

"First of all, supernatural gifts may be beyond human explanation, but they are not beyond rules. Each individual gift has a set of rules and settings that applies only to that individual gifts. For example, I have to touch people to stop their gift. However, that contact does not necessarily need to be skin on skin contact. I have yet to know why this is the case, it merely is. Despite each gift having its own eccentricities, they also have a few universal rules and similarities that seem to be native to every gift. The first, is a distinction in how gifts are used. Some gifts require outside force or items separate from the host to activate. Kunikida-kun is an example of that. His gift allows him to bring anything he draws into reality. However, he needs his notebook to do that. Thus, his gift is a gift that requires an outside tool to be used. Meanwhile, other gifts are more tied to the body, like mine or Akutagawa's. You witnessed how Akutagawa's Rashoumon was literally attached to him in the form of a shadow? And how mine is activated purely by touch?"

"Yes," Harry nodded. He could remember the slimy trails of darkened rage and hate leading from Rashoumon to its master.

"Essentially, the gifts with out need of external tools can also be split evenly in classification. One portion can be classified as energy manipulation. Akutagawa's Rashoumon is essentially extremely volatile and very negative energy taking on a semi-sentient form to protect the host. Some energy manipulation type gifts form an almost separate conscious from their hosts, others do not. It is unknown as to why, but those with the added semi-sentience are much more dangerous because they can act partly autonomous of their masters. The Rashoumon that you saw was one of the lesser sentient of this grouping."

Harry nodded as he pondered. Semi-sentience? Harry hoped he didn't meet too many more of those, Rashomon's growls and vicious aura would likely haunt him for life as it was. The creature had seemed almost demonic.

"The other grouping in the physical types of gifts would be gifts like mine, Kenji-kun's or even Akiko's. This class or group of gifts is defined by limited range and application. They normally are confined to the body or require physical contact between the host and whatever they choose to affect. These gifts also have very little outward signs or use. Mine is somewhat an exception to the rule with how visible it is to the naked eye. Normally, these supernatural abilities have very little visual display. Kenji and Akiko are both capable of using their abilities in public without being outed as supernatural so long as they are careful. That is one advantage they have. It should be noted however, that the 'quieter' gifts are also simpler and more limited in what they do. While Kenji and Akiko are capable of hiding in plain sight, neither will ever have the versatility that Kunikida-kun or even Akutagawa has. Their gifts have more rules and restrictions than most. Meanwhile, ability users like Akutagawa are constantly able to change and adapt their gift usage for whichever situation arises."

Harry nodded again. All of this information was… highly informational. He'd had no idea supernatural abilities were so structured or made any sort of sense. Harry had truly thought there were just random sparks of magic floating around.

"So, Hari-kun~, do you see the problem that you present?" Harry blinked as Dazai's full scrutiny zeroed back in on him. During Dazai's explanation, he had managed to relax a bit while he learned. All that stress and tenseness surged back now to crawl over his shoulders and spine.

"Um..." Harry stuttered ineloquently. He thought back carefully over the information given. "I'm a problem… because… I'm in two categories?"

"Not quite, kohai. Your gift both affects your own body like Akiko's or Ranpo's, and it is capable of interacting with the world around it without physical touch. You are also capable of manifesting a semi-sentient energy creation, but do not necessarily need to in order to control your gift. This puts you into three different categories, not just two."

"A-ah…" Harry murmured. He furrowed his brow. "But… why is that a problem? You said no one really understands gifts, right? And does it really matter? I don't need to classify it in order to use it."

A sharp cuff smacked Harry's head to the side.

"Ow!" Harry exclaimed as he grabbed at his head. He turned a swift glance at Dazai before freezing. Dazai looked… terrifying. The dark eyes that watched him bore no humor within their depths. Rather, something dark and dangerous lurked in their infinite confines. It chilled Harry's fiery heart and creeped into his bones with a haunting presence. Harry shuddered in instinctual fear. For once, even his animagus side could tell that this was no time for pride or defiance. Harry wasn't really sure what scared him more; that his tiger form was afraid of something, or that Dazai looked ready to murder him.

"Only a fool chooses not to understand something as dangerous as what rests within you. Without understanding and knowledge, you will become as much a danger to your comrades as to your enemies. Do not become that liability. I will not put up with it."

"Ah… I-I understand." Harry murmured quietly. Dazai's countenance abruptly changed.

"That's good Hari-kun~. Now that that is taken care of, I'll leave you to your rest. Have a good day, Hari-kun!" Dazai proclaimed jovially. With light, bouncy steps he skipped from Harry's presence.

…

Harry wasn't able to go back to sleep after that.

Once again, Dazai is making some rather unfortunate comparisons between Harry and Akutagawa. And Harry suffers for it.

Anyway, this is both short and long overdue because finals suck, I'm working over 40 hrs a week on one week day job, and another on the weekends. The fact that I wrote this is purely due to staying up wayyyyy too late last night. But hey, at least I won't go broke in college.

Also, special congrats to 2018 graduates. Well done, you made it out of high school and are now fully fledged adults. Please be wise ones.

ON ANOTHER NOTE... This is the last of this story you'll be seeing for a while. This chapter felt like pulling nails and that's normally something I only experience when I need a little break. I'm not abandoning (Don't freak out) and this will be updated come fall semester. But as for summer... nope. Too tired and too busy.

Enjoy your summer,

~Blitza