Ryuji Sakamoto

(Originally written by Guyman at Writing.com)

Ryuji kicked a rock walking through Shibuya. The thieves had come up with their plan to trick Akechi and his employers, but something just didn't sit right with Ryuji. He knew that he couldn't just go up to Akechi and call him out — he'd probably get him, his friends, and his family killed, but...

Ryuji balled his hand into a fist. 'I just feel so goddamn WEAK!' But before he could punch a wall or do something equally rash, he caught sight of a store he hadn't seen before. It's next to that weird-ass place where Joker gets all the model guns. Might as well go take a look, get my mind off of things.

Unfortunately, nothing inside was really within his price range, or his interest — all formaldehyde preserved dead things and weird Western knick-knacks. But something caught his eye in a dusty display shelf near the front. Two coins, one gold, and one silver. He squinted to make out the words on them - was that English? But after blinking once or twice, it turns out it was perfectly readable Japanese.

'Become What You Seek and Shape What You Were? Those sound like Phantom Thief values if I've ever seen them!' He turned to the old shopkeep. "Yo, Gramps, how much are these?"

"300 yen apiece, my dear boy." Ryuji gulped. He had about 630 yen, and if he bought both, he couldn't get a drink for the jog back to his house.

After thinking for a bit, Ryuji...