Wanted To Post This For Atsushi's Bday But I Forgot And Now Im 2 Days Late But ANYWAYS

All The Sins I Could Not Hate

Synopsis and Masterlist

In a world fractured by violence and ambition, there lives a girl named Kafka—gentle, strange, and too quiet for the war-torn city of Yokohama. She has no known past, no allegiance, no blood on her hands. And yet, she sees into the soul of everyone she meets.

Wandering the edges of power, she moves like a ghost between the Port Mafia’s violence, the Armed Detective Agency’s ideals, and the schemes of men who mistake empathy for weakness. She is not a soldier. She is not a savior. But she changes everything—by simply existing.

This is the story of the girl who brought peace to killers, comfort to the broken, and forgiveness to those who could never forgive themselves. It is the story of the ones she touched, the lives she altered, and the world she understood with her very soul.

A story of quiet revolution. Of unbearable empathy.

And of all the sins she could not hate.

This is actually the first story I’ve ever posted here, and AO3, which is both exciting and terrifying! I tend to write everything in one sitting and hit post without much editing—because honestly, if I let myself reread too much, I’ll fall into the perfectionist spiral and never share anything at all. So posting right after I finish is my way of breaking that habit and finally letting things go. That said, if you catch any typos, weird wording, or anything that doesn’t quite sit right, I’d really appreciate it if you let me know. Thank you so much for reading—it means more than I can say.

MASTERLIST BELOW

Prequel: The Weight of Feeling

Chapter One: The Man With the Shaking Hands

Chapter Two: Fourth Floor, Western District

Chapter Three: A Mother's Warmth

Chapter Four: Journal Entry, March 27th

Chapter Five: They Were Better Off This Way

Chapter Six: Where The Frosting Turned Red

Chapter Seven: A Child's Nightmare

Chapter Eight: The Other Side of the Deduction

Chapter Nine: Salt on the Graves

Chapter Ten: Doctrine of the Dead

Chapter Eleven: Fractured Memory

Chapter Twelve: Dress Me in the Threads of Remorse

Chapter Thirteen: Digital Graves, Salt-Stained Betrayal, and Gentle Hands

me and him if i wasn't so lazy

I feel like a lot of time shifters (especially on shiftok, don't come for me) are really closed minded. and how can you believe in shifting and still be so closed minded??

-like yes, you can script trauma in your dr and script that it doesn't affect you in your cr, it'll work just like you scripted

-you can script that your brother in one dr is your s/o in another one, you can script that you won't remember it/it won't affect you.

-you can age yourself up/down because once you shift you're gonna have the mentality of the age you've scripted (if you scripted that).

-you can race change because the morals of this reality don't apply to shifting, nothing does.

-you can script everything you want, even concepts that in this reality aren't real, you can't understand them, they're gonna be real in another one (I'll make another post about it to explain it better).

apart from that, don't listen to what anyone has to say about your dr, you don't need permission from anyone to script something you want. ora YOUR dr, YOU'RE the one who is shifting. this reality is not important, it's not special, it doesn't matter at all.

script WHATEVER you want and do WHATEVER you want.

it reallyyyyyy breaks my soul whenever i see shifters on tt interacting with people clearly making fun of us like we are a punchline to them

but it's such a lovely place...

see him schmoove

is this about my brain

that pistachio completely sealed in its shell is scared and alone, like a miner trapped by rubble. you need to free it by any means necessary. get the gun from your dad's cabinet

sometimes my s/o makes me feel like a rabid dog