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Ranpo doesn't know when his taste for sweets began to dissatisfiy him..
But he does know when his taste for meat began...
When he was younger.. Just before the time fukuzawa found him on that one assassin case.. He lived on the streets..and finding good, sustainable food on the street is damn near impossible..
Of course there is the food markets he could steal from, from time to time.. But he wasn't always the most stealthy or.. Was the sellers more aware, knowing that someone will try and steal? It doesn't matter.
But when he did manage to snatch something it never satisfied him, he'd always be left hungry after.. Even if he ate.. And ate.. And.. ate... He was always left wanting more.. But he never knew what... It was a hunger that he could never quelch.. A bone deep one, that sat deep within his very being..
The thing that made it a bit more bareable is meat,
Sometimes they'd give out tiny free samples for people to try before making a decision if they want to buy a proportion or not, as long as its meat and or satisfying to his hunger he'd try and take.. and take.. Until he's not allowed to take anymore..
And then the hunger would be a tiny bit bareable for a while..
Anytime the market is around he'd stay close by, obviously...he'd hover around a few of the street food stands, sometimes he'll be chased away, sometimes they'd take pity and give him something small for free.. Mainly scraps or something that can't be sold any more for whatever reason..
But when the market is not around.. That's a different story..
He could go days without anything.. His stomach twisting with hunger and his mind delirious..
One time he was left without food for a near week.. Or so ranpo believed.. Its hard to tell what time or day of the week it is.. And asking around the others on the street always gave different answers, the people who actually had homes always ignored his questions...
But during this time of hunger, he was walking by a main road, a bit of forestry at the side..
Ranpo isn't proud of what he done.. His mind was delirious.. And his bone deep hunger was raging.. And the carcass just looked so... Fulfilling...
A little fox laid dead on the side of the road.... A few crows sit pecking at its insides that lay spilled across the road..
The carcass filled the hunger more than the street food did... Even if he was sick for days after..
But it was worth it.. Even if he threw up his insides often and eventually was taken to hospital by a kind passer-by as he passed out in the middle of the street..
He was malnourished which was obvious.. And dehydrated.. And had some bacteria sickness that he can't remember.. But he was in the hospital for a good while..
The kind passer-by took him in for a month once he was allowed to leave.. And after he called out her cheating..he was thrown out again and back on the streets...
It was about.. 2 weeks later he met fukuzawa.. It was a week after his 14th birthday.. And during that week there was hardly any street food stalls, they only consistent of mainly sweet stalls or rice cake based food stalls..
He has.. had.. a self proclaimed job.. But no one really believes a newly turned 14 year old so he began searching... And then the whole handling with the case he stumbled apon and solved with ease.
Then the restaurant... There was nothing on it that would strave off his hunger that won't cost the poor man an arm and leg if he has to order more than one.. So he rested on the cheapest option, that is sweet red bean bowls.. He had to order many to push the hunger away and he didn't like the rice cake thing they had, the texture annoying him aswell as the taste.