fool logic
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective.
Pairing: Ron x Isshiki.
Summary:
Toto is the case that needs solving.
The Floor of Indolence. Isshiki assumed Ron had merely honed his laziness out of habit, but after ten minutes on the cushioned ground himself, he realized it carried a mysterious power separate from the acquired sloth of the building manager/deranged detective he was (not) partners with.
Mediocrity (Ron's term), Isshiki lived with every day.
Indolence (also Ron's term), you started to digest whether you were "living" at all.
Five years of partially self-imposed exile from the outside world to make certain his mesmerizing voice didn't persuade another guilty party to off him or herself once he cracked a case.
No cases…No cases so Ron's fatal flaw couldn't be fatal!
The Floor of Indolence had soaked up adequate "despair" to sap the will of anyone unfortunate enough to lie on its surface. Ron. The cat from Kiku-san of the Metropolitan Police Department that Isshiki mistook for dead over and over when it was really asleep. They were surrounded by this awful aura, and contributed further negativity to it. A feedback loop of resigned paralysis.
Isshiki saw the difference it made, once Ron returned to the field in an unofficial capacity. A symptom of Ron's depression was him slumping face-first on the Floor of Indolence. A literal slump. Compare that to the disturbing, almost childlike excitement he exhibited when visiting a victim's corpse at a crime scene…The loose springiness which shot through his limbs the second he dropped down next to the deceased and opened a conversation with the body…
Chaos!
"Toto? Do you have a cold case for me to consult on?"
Isshiki twitched, yielding a noise between a snort and a squeak.
Ron knew Isshiki didn't have a new case for him. The signs were everywhere. If not for the Floor of Indolence exerting its pull and rendering his legs heavy as lead, Isshiki would've gotten up and scurried off to avoid Ron listing them.
Regardless of the accusations Isshiki laid against Ron's apartment floor – that it carried a "power," or absorbed Ron and the cat's despair, or was the force keeping him here – logically, Ron would deduce the simpler reason why Isshiki lingered. Yet…The deduction was a lock without Ron reviewing the first clue.
"You pure, naïve fool, Toto."
Forbidden! Fired! He'd be fired by Amamiya-senpai! And not because of an out-of-office office relationship; rather, because she had her sights on Kamoo-sama!
Who killed Isshiki Totomaru? The culprit is undeniable!
"You've got the absolute wrong idea about us!" Isshiki relived his reaction to the employee manning the garapon thinking they were a couple.
Indeed, he must've fallen victim to Ron's sickness. Here's hoping he didn't hang himself with his tie!
Black sugar syrup might've supplied Ron the brainpower to maintain his 100% solved case rate, but Isshiki suspected the pouches Ron pressured him into having were having the opposite effect on him.
Isshiki lost brain cells drinking the slime. That, and the Floor of Indolence drained any impulse to flee.
Toto investigated the scar on Ron's neck.
Ron's hands were sleuthing his back.
Isshiki didn't have a cold case file for the detective, though the mystery of Isshiki lazing about in Ron's apartment was a heart-pumping secret for Ron's heart to solve.
