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kimetsu-chan · 2 days

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~can’t sleep headcanons~

A/N: I’ve been sleeping crappy the past three nights and tn I extra doubly can’t sleep, so ofc I’m writing this at 4 am 🤩 (I apologize in advance for any mistakes made—)

Characters: Akutagawa, Fyodor, Dazai, Ranpo

TWs ⚠️ reader cries, bc I cried(Fyodor, Dazai), Nicknames (Myshka)(Fyodor) (Belladonna, Donna)(Dazai), GN!Reader

Man, being tired is rough—

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

Akutagawa most likely wouldn’t notice right away

whether that be because he is asleep, out of the house, or just busy in general

but he would come home one day to you laying face down on your shared bed, spread out like a star fish

he’d raise an eyebrow at you before checking if you were awake

once he confirmed that you were, he would question why you were up so late

and in your tired state, you would unintentionally retort back with unusual hostility in your tone

“[Name], why is it that you are awake at two in the morning.”

“Why are you just coming home from work at two in the morning.”

His mouth would instantly shut, not used to your annoyance

you would almost immediately apologize with a distraught expression on your face and he would immediately understand

seeing the reason for your stress, he quickly dismissed your earlier words

he would be quick in showering himself before slipping into bed with you and wrapping his arms around you

he didn’t really like physically affection often, he had a tough guy facade to hold up. But he guessed he could make an exception for you

Fyodor Dostoevsky

This man doesn’t sleep much either, so he doesn’t bother scolding you for it

he is likely the only one to actually be helpful about it

he would be working away at his desk in your guys’ room, and he would hear the rustling of sheets behind him

he would turn in his chair to look back at you with a blank expression

Fyodor had heard your struggles to sleep during previous nights, but tonight, you finally seemed to have had enough

he got up when he heard you angrily adjust your pillow, and made his way to the bedside before crouching down beside you

he saw the angry expression you bore on your face and blew on your face to wake you up

your teary eyes opened to glare at him and he realized just how frustrated you were

he reached out to wipe those tears before they could fall as he spoke in a quiet voice

”Now, now, Myshka, what’s with the tears?”

“‘m s’tired… but I can’t sleep no matter how hard I try-!”

Fyodor would hum in understanding, you were just exhausted

he stood back up all the way and figured he had some time to spare

he pulled you up and made his way to the kitchen with you tiredly clinging to his arm

”Let’s have a glass of milk, that should help.”

Dazai Osamu

He’s probably dead asleep beside you, and therefore won’t be of much help

there is also a good chance that he is the reason for your lack of sleep

this man will be sprawled all over you. And I mean all over you

he would have one leg thrown over yours, he would have his arm(s) wrapped around you in some way

he just has to be touching you

he also moves around a lot

which you normally don’t mind, but adding that to already not being able to sleep, geez you were frustrated

dont get me wrong, he is perfectly capable of being still and to himself in his sleep

he just doesn’t want to-

he can’t help wanting to be in constant contact with his precious Belladonna all night

but when you nudge him awake with tears ready to fall from your eyes, he instantly throws his wants out the window

he’d frown and wipe your tears away before asking what was wrong

“Oh ‘Donna— why are you crying?”

“I can’t- sleep, and you’re movin’ around s’much and it’s not helping..”

You didn’t mean to make it sound like it was his fault (even though it kinda was-)

but I’m your exhausted state, you couldn’t control it

instantly filled him as he pressed a kiss to your forehead

“I’m sorry ‘Donna… I’ll be still, I promise”

Ranpo Edogawa

Just like Dazai, he is likely the reason you cannot sleep in the first place

I headcanon that he is also a super restless sleeper in the sense that he moves a whole bunch

and maybe even kicks

so imagine you’re tired, and almost falling off the bed because he is taking all the space

deciding that you had enough, you grabbed your pillow and a spare blanket and trudged over towards the couch before plopping your tired self right down on it

you closed your eyes with a huff when you tucked yourself in, and began to drift off when you felt a weight on you

you opened your eyes to see Ranpo looking down at you

there was concern in his eyes, despite the unserious-ness of his statement

”[Name]? Why’d you leave? The world’s best detective needs his cuddle buddy.”

You quickly explained the reason of his absence and he nodded

you waited for a few seconds for him to leave, but he just stayed on top of you and made himself comfortable

“I guess I’ll just sleep on top of you then!”

His weight was actually kinda nice, and he was making an effort to be as still as possible

you eventually were pulled to sleep with the sound of your lover’s soft breathing in your ears

A/N: these were fun to write 🥰

but they took an hour—

n e ways

it is now almost five in the morning so I might as well just be up front wh rest of the day 😃

Reblogs with tags are appreciated!

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raccoonwxrks · 2 days

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Silly detective and creepy writer for ya today 🫶

#they're my comfort ship actually #no really they're so wholesome #and cute af #idk why I never draw them really #bungo stray dogs fanart #digital art #bungou gay dogs #bungo stray dogs #ranpo edogawa #edgar allan poe #bsd ranpo #bsd poe #ranpoe #ranpo x poe

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likesdoodling · 3 days

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This was an idea I came up with while doing Kanji copy work, and the character '悪' (warui) in the Kanji dictionary I've been using just comes with a whole lot of example words, all of which are negative. Which was when I was like, "I can so imagine Atsushi quoting this at Akutagawa" Also one of the pronunciations is 'Aku' which while a different Kanji from the one used in the name 'Akutagawa Ryuunosuke', is still kind of funny. Hence 'malice' being pronounced as 'aku-i' and 'evil deed' as 'aku-ji'

Didn't really know how to draw Rashoumon, but I ended up going with dragon heads. Cause I feel like I've heard it described similar to dragons somewhere, and it was fun.

Also, kinda random but-

Writing Atsushi and Akutagawa shouting at each other is hilarious.

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cvntkisser · 2 days

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i keep seeing it spelt two different ways and I'm not sure which one is right at this point so

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axplne · 2 days

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BSD characters as my favourite Derry Girls quotes (part 2):

At a joint ADA/PM meeting:

Fukuzawa: why is everyone so desperate to integrate? I think we should keep them separate.

Mori: I think we should keep them in cages.

After a case turns from bad to worse:

Dazai: look at it this way Atsushi-kun; we’re all fucked and Fukuzawa is going to kick our asses. We’re all in the same boat.

Atsushi: I don’t want to be in this boat! I want to be in a completely different boat sailing down a completely different river!

When Kouyou and Yosano first met:

Dazai: Yosano, see that girl? (points towards Kouyou)

Yosano: Yeah?

Dazai: Her name's Kouyou. She's a lezzie.

Yosano: We don't say lezzie, Dazai.

Dazai: What's wrong with saying lezzie? All the gays say lezzie. It's like an industry term now.

Atsushi: You should tell her.

Yosano: Tell her what?

Ranpo: That you're a lezzie too.

Yosano: That's enough! Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I see every other gay woman as a potential suitor.

Kouyou (coming over): Hi there

Yosano: Hi I'm a lesbian!

Kouyou: ... congratulations?

Yosano: Thank you

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd atsushi #atsushi nakajima #bsd fukuzawa #bsd mori #bsd ranpo #ranpo edogawa #bsd yosano #bsd kouyou #kouyou x yosano #incorrect quotes #bsd incorrect quotes #derry girls

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keiaoi811 · 15 hours

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Ranpo and Jouno foxes

Rewatching bsd, don't know which time already-

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ryuvnosuke · 21 hours

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When Dazai looks at him, Ranpo shows him a sheet of stickers. “Pick one.” Dazai blinks as if he’s just woken up. “For what?” “For your cane, duh.” “For my cane,” he echoes, as if the words fail to form logic in his brain.

some days, dazai still feels like an open wound.

2,383 words, 1/1.

#bsd fics #souheki #dazai osamu #ranpo edogawa #daran #bungou stray dogs #will you guys consider souheki. for me

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genericcatwaste · 1 day

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Ranpo fanart I made last year

#my art #bungou stray dogs #bsd #ranpo edogawa #bsd ranpo #bungo stray dogs fanart

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bludcandiiecarouselzz · 3 days

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🐻🔎ＲａｎｐｏＥｄｏｇａｗａ🔍🐻

<< Ranpo Edogawa stimboard with glasses, books, paper and bear pancake stims!! :D >>

🥨🐻🔎 🥨🐻🔎 🥨🐻🔎

Divider Here!!

#mod cat 🥨#ranpo edogawa #bsd ranpo #bungou stray dogs ranpo #stimboard #pancakes #bears #books #paper #glasses #detective #detective agency #bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #bungo stray dogs #anime #stims #stim #guess whos back

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robsterskellington · 3 days

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Soukoku, then Shin Soukoku, and now Vanoé, huh? Fine by us, we love showing the different ships.

Context: this is now a year since Vanitas ended up in Yokohama, and he has since become a member of the Armed Detective Agency. His personality has changed a little, he's not as cold or manipulative as he once was, and the rest of the needed context is written in the following snippet.

Please enjoy, it's a bit of a longer read!

"This is the worst idea you've ever had, and why does it have to be me??" Vanitas grumbled as he was made to put on a suit, long coat and a red scarf while Dazai looked like he had murder in his eyes.

Mori had come to them, and asked the Armed Detective Agency for a favour: a new weapon smuggling group had gotten into contact with Mori, and wanted to do business with the Port Mafia. As a sign of good will, they offered to show Mori a Gifted they had kidnapped, telling him that said Gifted would make gathering information far smoother for the Port Mafia. However, the price was that Mori himself would be the one to see, and he had to come alone.

This group obviously didn't know Mori very well- obviously being the Boss, he had to pull every sort of tactic, no matter how disgusting and unforgivable. However, he didn't like Ability Users being captured and forced to use their Gifts; Yosano laughed at that irony, though she also had to acknowledge that the War made her situation more like a grey area. She'd still call Mori a hypocrite, but he'd simply ignore her.

Nobody in the Port Mafia could pretend to be Mori, they'd already tried that before. Akutagawa was closest, however he was out of town with Gin, dealing with other issues. Since this would end up doubling as a rescue mission, Mori decided that the Agency would be the best people for the task- the group had apparently done a lot of research on Mori himself, so he had to go with an Agency Member who looked as close to him as possible: Vanitas.

Vanitas and Mori were the same height and had the same skin colour. Both had dark hair, and since Vanitas was technically no longer a member of the Blue Moon Clan, his eyes were dark enough to pass as a similar colour. They had similar builds, and sure enough, once Vanitas was dressed in the clothes Mori provided, it was hard to distinguish who was who. The final trick was Vanitas' voice: before Moreau got his hands on Vanitas originally, the Chasseurs had taught him how to mimic voices, since it could be handy to lure Vampires to their deaths.

"...no, I fucking hate this." That was all Dazai could say as he glared at Mori, "Obviously I know why you can't go, but why drag Vanitas into your shit?"

"I will reward Vanitas and the rest of the Agency handsomely," was the very dismissive reply, Dazai shaking when he watched Mori wave his hand, "Besides, he looks just like me, can sound like me, and can resolve the situation without unnecessary bloodshed. If this deal is real, then it benefits me. If it's fake, then it means a gang is dealt with before it causes Yokohama any harm."

The Agency Members that were there all looked pissed off. Kunikida wanted to argue, since he *agreed* with Dazai that Vanitas shouldn't be dragged into Mori's mess. Yosano crossed her arms, still calling Mori a hypocrite and glaring at him for even daring to suggest this. Fukuzawa was trying to remain calm, but it was difficult. Eventually, Ranpo broke the tension by sighing obnoxiously loudly, "It'll work. But Vanitas? No matter what those guys say, bring a gun with you. Also, I recommend leaving your Book behind."

Usually, that suggestion alone would make Vanitas furious, however... even in the coat, he couldn't hide it. So he'd have to do this without his Ability. Vanitas took a breath and handed the Book to Dazai, then whispered softly, "Please take care of her."

"You know I will." Dazai held the Book of Vanitas to his chest, and managed a reassuring smile, which Vanitas was able to return.

Vanitas glared at Mori, "You'd better make this worth my while." He smirked a little when he saw how *uncomfortable* the fearsome Port Mafia Boss looked in that moment, but otherwise didn't care.

He was given the co-ordinates, an abandoned building close to the Riverside Warehouses, and was given brief control over Elise in case anything went south. Vanitas had a gun holstered on his back, and to truly mimic Mori, he also had a couple of scalpels hidden within his sleeves.

Kunikida took a breath, "Kid, please be careful." He trusted Vanitas, of course he did, but that didn't mean he'd stop worrying- he still worried for all the Agency, they were essentially a giant family, after all. Fukuzawa didn't have it in him to speak, like he knew that if he did, it would simply be to ask Vanitas not to do this; it was risky, they had little to no information, and he simply didn't trust Mori. Dazai just held the Book, while Ranpo had a knowing smile on his face.

*How did he always know everything?*

*****

It was stupidly easy to enter the building the new group had established, the men there seemed overly thrilled that the Boss of the Port Mafia had accepted their invitation. All Vanitas had to do was show up, and suddenly he was being shown a number of large collections: bombs, guns, blades, jewels, anything a gang of thugs would need and could use when dealing in Yokohama.

"This is all well and good," Vanitas spoke with Mori's voice, well enough that it could have fooled voice recognition software if these men were smart enough to have that technology installed in their facility, "However, I'm here to meet the Gifted you promised to provide. After all, anyone who can benefit the Port Mafia will be useful."

"Oh, certainly, sir!" The head of this group, a man who had arms like tree trunks, lead him down a corridor. "We found him in Suribachi City- he has the Ability to see people's memories through touch!"

That wasn't good. A Gifted like that would absolutely be hunted down by Special Operations. After all, all information could be gleaned by having this new Gifted touch someone, then have someone like Ango or Sigma touch him if he was unwilling to divulge the information out of fear or spite. Besides that, Gifts that allow a person to look through memories, minds or information, are really painful to the User if they can't control it. Atsushi mentioned passing out the first time Sigma used his Ability on him.

In the middle of the room was a chair with someone tied in it, a bag covering their head. The leader's words had indicated that the person in question was male, and he looked incredibly skinny. Vanitas wondered how long he'd been held captive, and knew that he'd have to get him out, and to Yosano. Screw what Mori thought or wanted, that bastard would only overwork this guy!

His thoughts shut down completely when the bag was removed: underneath was a man just a little older than Vanitas, with dark skin, white hair that... had purple tips? That was new. When the man opened his eyes, Vanitas felt his heart hammering in his chest. Though dulled from exhaustion, he'd recognise those lilac eyes anywhere. One final thing that Vanitas recognised, wasn't about the man himself; hanging from his left ear, was a blue earring in the shape of an hourglass- it had a crack down it, but none of the sand seeped out.

So many emotions and thoughts ran through Vanitas' heart and mind- how was he here? Why did he look so frail? Did these men harm him?

After a second longer, he fell back to his forced upon persona, and walked towards the man. The group stayed far away out of fear of *Mori's* wrath, though the leader cleared his throat slightly, "I must ask you not to touch him, sir. Otherwise he'll see all of your memories and faint, then he won't be of any use to you."

Vanitas simply nodded, acknowledging his words before looking at the man in front of him, "So that's your Ability? Rather useful."

The man in the chair simply scoffed, "Sure, if you only want *me* to see memories." He sounded gruff, and his voice was a little strained, as if he wasn't used to speaking, "Who are you meant to be? A wannabe gangster like the rest of those morons?"

Yeah, he'd definitely changed! Vanitas almost laughed at hearing him using a more relaxed language and insults, instead of the overly formal and gentle person he once knew. Instead, he just tilted his head with a smirk, "Introductions, then. You go first."

The man glared, then took a breath, "...Noé. Noé Archivist. That's my name."

"*Child of the Ark*." Vanitas couldn't help but reuse that old line, though his voice wasn't the same and it wasn't as loud, "My name is Ougai Mori, I am the Boss of the Port Mafia."

"That big shot criminal organisation?" Noé *did* look slightly nervous upon hearing that, but then snarled defiantly, "You may as well kill me, then. You won't get *any* use out of me."

Vanitas hummed, taking out a scalpel- this was a show for the gang, not a show for Noé, "I could easily end your life right here, it wouldn't be the first time I've slit someone's throat with my scalpel. However, I'm curious... do you have nothing left?" He watched Noé flinch, but continued, "No family or friends? No home?"

"...nothing. I have nothing." Noé started to laugh, then. It was a horrible sound, it was cracked and maniacal, the laugh of someone who knew they should be insane, but they weren't- they had nothing left except their own sanity, which just made reality all the more painful.

Once the laughter finally died out, Vanitas cleared his throat, "I'm giving you a chance to join the Port Mafia willingly, you'd be able to have a home, a family to rely on. You'll be safe, and trained to protect yourself further."

There was a moment where Noé looked tempted, and Vanitas winced internally, hoping that if Noé decided to join, that he could change his mind and beg Noé to join the Agency instead! But Noé just *spat* at Vanitas' feet and smirked, "I don't want to lose anything else. I won't be able to if I gain nothing. *Fuck off*."

Was that the first time Vanitas had ever heard Noé curse? It didn't suit him. Vanitas took a breath and turned to the leader, "We'll take him."

The leader then laughed nervously, "Before that, do you agree to help support us, and accept our services? As you can see, we're more than prepared to decimate anyone in Yokohama that's willing to stand in your way, Mr. Mori!"

"Ah. I believe you have the wrong impression of me." Vanitas glared at them, "The Port Mafia *protects* Yokohama, that is something I've dedicated my life to. If I were the Former Boss, I'd have likely agreed in a heartbeat, like a complete fool."

Apparently, this wasn't what this gang expected at all, and judging from how Noé flinched, he must've also heard an abridged version of what the Port Mafia was about. Multiple men had immediately grabbed guns, and with a snap of his fingers, Elise began to dispatch them all, while Vanitas ran forward, a scalpel in one hand, his gun in the other. Elise used her giant syringe to disarm, stab and scare the people away, while Vanitas quickly made his way to the armory, hoping to destroy it.

Unfortunately, one man against a whole gang was never going to be the best idea. Vanitas did manage to set a bomb to detonate, but before he could activate it, he was smacked in the back of the head with someone's rifle, and fell to the ground. Elise panicked, though remembered to keep up the act: "Rintaro!! Hang on, I'll go get help!!"

Nobody could catch her, and Vanitas was useless as he passed out.

*****

*Ugh, my head feels like it's splitting apart...* Vanitas managed to open his eyes, seeing that he was locked in the same room with Noé, also tied up, though not to a chair. Noé didn't have the bag over his head, and he was watching Vanitas.

"Are you okay?" He kept his voice low before explaining, "They're keeping you here for ransom. Of course, if your group are as powerful as they said, you don't have to worry, do you?"

Vanitas sat up, hating how bitter Noé sounded. That really wasn't the same voice who once promised to never set him free, to never let him be alone. A wave of dizziness hit him again, but he focused on seeing if he had at least one scalpel left, which he thankfully did- the thugs weren't smart enough to know one should never hold a Mafia Boss hostage, but they knew enough to know that it was hard to break out of zip-ties.

Noé watched the man in front of him start to free himself, but saw that he was struggling, he looked pale and nauseous. He felt a little bad and asked softly, a hint of pity in his voice: "You don't have a concussion, do you?"

That made Vanitas suddenly burst out laughing; of *course* he had a concussion, that was absolutely obvious, and he couldn't help himself, "Fuck you, Noé!"

"Fuck you, too-" He started to retort before blinking, "...what happened to your voice?" He watched as the man finished untying himself, then started to untie Noé, who frowned, "Why are you helping me? Who are you?!"

He froze when the man put his gloved hands on his cheeks, making him face him, and he heard a voice he never thought he'd hear again, "Noé... it's me. I know I look different, I'm sorry for this stupid disguise, I-!"

Vanitas was pulled into Noé's arms, and he immediately started crying. They both did. Vanitas was aware that Noé's Ability meant he could see memories through touch, but it looked like Noé's Gift only worked with skin to skin contact, judging from the way Noé held him. Vanitas buried his face into Noé's shirt, sobbing his eyes out, crying harder when he heard Noé's weakened voice, "...Vanitas..."

"It's me. I'm here, I'm alive, and so are you." Vanitas hugged Noé tighter, nuzzling his chest, "I'm so happy to see you."

Neither of them were the same oblivious idiots they once were. Both of them realised, too little too late, that they had fallen in love with each other. By the time Noé realised, Vanitas had been taken away, killed by his own hand, or so he'd thought. Vanitas didn't realise he loved Noé until his memories had returned.

Noé was still wearing the same clothes he used to wear in their world, though any purple item of clothing was replaced with blue. He ran his gloved fingers carefully through Vanitas' hair, making sure not to touch the bump left by the rifle butt, and sniffled quietly, recognising his warmth, his heartbeat and his smell, though his senses were far weaker, and he couldn't summon his fangs, he'd realised.

For now they just needed to escape. At least, that was what they should have done, but Vanitas wasn't in any fit state to fight, and Noé couldn't fight *and* protect Vanitas right now. Vanitas looked up at Noé, "How long was I out?"

"Nearly an hour, why?" He watched as Vanitas smirked, then they heard the sounds of fighting and gunshots. "The Port Mafia?"

"No," Vanitas confirmed, "Elise wouldn't get them, not with me involved."

Noé was about to ask what that meant, but then the door was suddenly ripped off its hinges, and a short, blonde haired boy grinned at them, "There you are, Vanitas! Elise came and got us, just like Ranpo predicted!"

"Did he also predict me getting smacked in the head?"

"Yes, that's why I'm here!" Vanitas laughed when he heard Yosano shouting from the hallway.

Taking Noé's hand, they stepped out- all the gang members were unconscious and tied up, Kunikida already making arrangements for all the weapons and valuables to be taken away. Noé watched as all the tension from Vanitas' shoulders disappeared like it was never there, and he smiled, "Everyone, I'd like you to meet someone."

The task had been done, so nobody was distracted. Not everyone was here, but that was fine, it meant Vanitas would have more time to help Noé adjust. He introduced the new person as his partner, which caused Noé to go beet red. Nobody looked surprised, though. When Vanitas explained what his Ability did, they all agreed to tell Mori to go sit on a dick, since he'd never be getting his hands on Noé.

*****

The trip back to the Agency was quiet, since Yosano confirmed that Vanitas had a bad concussion, and Noé was still getting used to being surrounded by people who actually had his best interests at heart. Elise had run back to Mori, with the message that the Agency would be placing Noé under their protection. The injuries they both sustained weren't bad enough that Yosano would have to use her Ability, which was good in this case, since Noé likely had no idea how Gifts worked, as he wasn't from this world.

Dazai was waiting for them all at the Agency with Ranpo, the pair of them quietly talking while Dazai held the Book of Vanitas safely in his hands- Vanitas had shown him what the Book was capable of, every aspect, so he wouldn't let anything happen to it.

The others arrived at last, and Yosano immediately took Vanitas and Noé into the infirmary, sitting them on the same bed, since Noé refused to let go of Vanitas' hand. She sat behind them, and carefully lifted the back of Vanitas' hair, letting out a quiet sigh, "Idiot smacked you so hard that you do have a cut, so I'll have to clean it. Good thing you're holding his hand, Noé."

Noé let Vanitas squeeze his hand as much as he needed to- Vanitas had gone through various experiments and torture for a lot of his life, but nothing could prepare him for the sting caused by the alcohol used to clean wounds. He didn't cry out or even hiss in pain, he just silently squeezed Noé's fingers and forced his eyes to squeeze shut. After a couple more minutes, Yosano carefully wrapped a bandage around Vanitas' head, to compress the injury and hopefully ease any swelling.

She did give Noé a look over, once Vanitas promised him that she was trustworthy, but he didn't have many injuries. Obviously he didn't get treated well and wasn't left unscathed, but it wasn't anything life threatening, just rage inducing. Noé had fresh bruises on his stomach, but he wasn't struck hard enough to cause any internal problems. There was a small scar on his shoulder, likely caused by a cigarette burn, so that was quickly cleaned and covered up.

"Okay, that's both of you all done." Yosano looked at them both, then gave Vanitas another look over, "Hmm. You're looking a lot better already, but I'll get you some painkillers and food anyway. Then the pair of you should get some rest. Kunikida made miso soup, I'll get you both some."

Once she'd left the room, Noé looked down, "...I'm sorry, Vanitas. There's so many things that I'm sorry for, but... I can't even hold you properly, I'll see your memories. That was the one promise you'd asked me to make, really." It had taken a stupidly long time for Noé to realise that Vanitas wasn't against Noé drinking his blood, he just didn't want anyone seeing his memories.

"Noé, you don't have to worry about that anymore." Vanitas looked at him, squeezing his hand again, though far more gently, "Obviously you don't have to look into my memories if you don't want to, but I'll never hurt or attack you again, if you do."

He was stunned; Vanitas once fought tooth and nail to try and kill Noé for trying to see into his memories, but now it was like he didn't care, almost like he was encouraging it! Though... was it because he wanted Noé to see his memories, or did he just want Noé to be able to touch him again? Noé tried to shake it all off- he could touch Vanitas, he'd just have to constantly avoid skin to skin contact, right? But his Ability seemed to only work once, so if he *did* take Vanitas' memories, then he could do as he wanted, he could hold Vanitas, stroke his face without wearing gloves, maybe even a ki-

"Here you go, guys." Yosano kept her voice gentle as she brought them the soup, giving Vanitas a small box of painkillers, "Eat up, then get some rest, okay? You both could use it."

"Thanks, Doctor Yosano." Vanitas smirked and gave her a quick hug before she left for the night. If anything happened, Vanitas could handle it, he was a doctor as well, after all. He took his soup, then saw that Noé seemed confused before smirking, "You just drink from the bowl, no spoons."

"R-really?" He supposed that different cultures did have different eating habits, but he wasn't used to it yet. All his captors had given him was something they'd called cheap sushi, and had laughed at him for eating them with his hands instead of those sticks he'd been provided.

The soup was flavourful, and it warmed them both up. Vanitas was grateful that it washed out the bitter taste of those painkillers, and he finally felt a little better. He looked back at Noé, who looked a lot better for the meal, then quietly asked him what was wrong- he wasn't prepared for Noé to suddenly blurt out that he's felt *different* ever since entering this world: he couldn't see the World Formula or alter it, he was unable to bare his fangs, he wasn't as fast or strong, and even all of his senses were weaker. Vanitas knew that because of Bram's Ability, Vampires were... limited, but he didn't realise that it would affect Noé in this way.

Taking a breath, Vanitas looked at him and spoke flatly, "You're not a Vampire anymore, Noé. Once you came here, you were turned into a Human." Noé was staring into space after that revelation, but Vanitas had to ask: "How did you get here?"

He was silent for a moment, then murmured softly, "I was travelling, I wanted to stay away from Paris." Obviously he was already omitting information, but Vanitas wouldn't pry just yet, he only needed the basic information first, "I... I had an accident. I got a little too close to the edge of a cliff and fell. Next thing I knew, I landed in a lake, but when I looked up, there were no cliffs at all."

Vanitas doubted that the trick of getting to this world from the other was falling from a high place, but he wouldn't be able to prove that for a very long time. Vanitas nodded and closed his eyes, "I'm glad you're okay, and I'll make sure you stay that way. I promise."

"...you don't owe me any promises." Noé's tone had changed, he sounded cold and bitter, "Vanitas, are you just going to ignore the fact that I killed you?!"

"Not ignore." He remained calm, though he hated that expression on Noé's face- oh, *now* he understood why Noé was always pissed off when Vanitas hid his emotions! He cleared his throat, "We can talk about what happened at some other point in time, but right now, I just want to talk and be with you, okay? Noé, when I came here, I had no memories. But the one thing I did have were images in my mind and pain in my heart. Even when I couldn't remember you, I truly missed you, Noé. We'll figure everything out, but for now, let's just have these moments."

Not an unreasonable request, but Noé still felt sick to his stomach. Both of them were too tired to carry on this conversation however, so Vanitas bid Noé a goodnight before going to the bed next to Noé's and falling asleep almost immediately. He hadn't even bothered to change, he just took off the coat, scarf and shoes. Noé slipped off his shoes and waistcoat, but then just found himself watching Vanitas sleep for a few moments longer. Vanitas was never openly vulnerable around him, so he wanted to commit Vanitas' sleeping face to memory.

He slowly laid down, and shut his eyes- Noé didn't like the sterilised smell of the infirmary, and the bed wasn't the softest, but at least he knew that he was safe now.

****

Noé tossed and turned in his sleep, panting as horrible nightmares persisted. His hands like claws, his eyes filled his bloodlust as his fangs were bared. Vanitas was beaten, bloodied and barely able to stand up, the Book of Vanitas hanging by his limp hand. Being a Curse-Bearer meant that his desire for blood couldn't be controlled anymore, and he *needed* to taste the sweet nectar that laid in Vanitas' veins.

But Vanitas continued to fight, throwing out curses and spells from his Book like they could do anything to Noé. Eventually, Noé had felt a warmth, and heard Vanitas' voice, saw his hand reaching out: "Noé, it's alright now. I've found your True Name, and I'll save you. Please, just don't give up."

*I don't think so~*

Naenia's voice, like the sound of broken windchimes, interrupted their moment. Just as Vanitas freed Noé, Noé's claws sank straight into Vanitas' abdomen. He screamed as he watched the colour and life drain from someone he cared about, and he couldn't even reach out properly when he fell, down off the cliff, where his body could never be recovered.

"-oé! Noé! Wake up!!"

He gasped in alarm and sat up with a start, staring with wide eyes at... *Vanitas*? It was really early in the morning, the moon was still out. Wait, what was the dream and what was reality? Noé just broke down crying, clutching Vanitas' shirt and just sobbing brokenly. Vanitas had slipped his gloves back on, and stroked Noé's hair, encouraging him to calm down and talk to him.

After a little longer, Noé did. He talked to Vanitas about the day they parted, and it took Vanitas a horribly long time to realise that Noé thought that none of this was real, that he thought this was some kind of cruel Hell or Purgatory designed to punish him for killing the man he cared about the most. Vanitas couldn't exactly prove that this was reality, because when you're that deep in denial, proof was meaningless. Plus, telling anyone that they came from one world to another was already going to sound ridiculous, even if it was just stating the facts.

He stroked Noé's cheek, and took a breath, "What happened is something we can't change, but we can move on from." Vanitas looked Noé in the eye then sighed, "If this place makes you uncomfortable, I'll find a way for you to go back. But I can't and won't return with you, it's not home for me there, anymore. I just-"

"*No*." Noé held Vanitas tighter, shaking with widened eyes, "I don't care if this is some punishment, if its all fake, I can't and won't lose you again. I don't want us separated again, I *can't*." He had tears streaming down his face as he looked into Vanitas' deep blue eyes, "Losing you was the worst pain I'd ever felt, worse than when I lost Louis. I wanted to die with you, I don't want to live without you, Vanitas! I've never felt like that before, so please don't send me away!"

Vanitas felt his heart freeze, he *hated* just how heartbroken Noé looked and sounded. There wasn't any way to completely reassure him, but Vanitas knew he had to try, especially when certain feelings needed to be taken off his chest, "Noé... this is my home now, and it would be complete if you stayed with me." He stroked Noé's face, wiping away his tears with his thumbs, "...I will never set you free."

Noé's tears dried, and he stared at Vanitas. Any mixed feelings were gone, all fear was gone. He had nothing left to lose, and Vanitas practically asked him to stay! Despite it being far too fast, despite the fact that they'd been separated for a year, there was one thing that Noé *needed* in that moment. He ran his finger across Vanitas' bottom lip, and looked into his eyes for permission, for consent.

And Vanitas gave it.

Their lips met, Vanitas gently gripping Noé's hair, as Noé wrapped his arms around Vanitas' waist, kissing him with all he had. He was vaguely aware of Vanitas' memories flooding into his mind, but he was far too focused on the present to look into the past. It was strange that the memories didn't crash into him all at once, that it was giving Noé's mind time to sort through them at his own pace, but again, he was too busy holding onto the love of his life and *kissing him*.

Unfortunately, they were both still human, and had to pull away to catch their breath. Vanitas giggled slightly, he couldn't help himself, as he stroked Noé's cheek again, "Hi."

"Hi." Noé let out a breathy laugh, nuzzling Vanitas again. No more memories came, so Noé was free to touch Vanitas however he wished. He did see everything- he glossed over the memories he already saw when he was made to drink Mikhail's blood, and he didn't need to see any darker elements after that nightmare. He saw Vanitas' life in Yokohama, and had to agree that this world was his home now, so Noé would stay, vowing to be a part of it. "...I saw your memories, but it didn't hurt."

"Maybe it's because you willingly touched me, and I accepted it?" That made sense, a lot of things were less painful with added consent.

Now that they knew Noé's Ability couldn't affect Vanitas anymore, nothing stopped them from getting into bed together, cuddling and kissing until they finally fell asleep in each others arms. Vanitas' head rested over Noé's heart, and Noé's mind wasn't plagued by any more poisonous memories that night.

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I’m finally done 😭 after like-

At least 6 hrs-

anhhhhhhhhhabsn

these took absolutely forever, but they were pretty fun 🤩

Thank you @lonesomelad for keeping me company while I sketched these on the whiteboard 😈

I drew a total of-

ten rendered pictures ;-;

of genderbent bsd characters-

okay, 3 are Dazai- and 2 are Kenji- so they aren’t 10 different characters- but still

I redrew random anime scenes I found so those are the pose inspirations 😚

okay okay, enough blabbering-

Fyodor doesn’t look much different- he looked much prettier before I colored his hair for some reason-

Ranpo + the last two Dazai’s are my favs 🤩 (and the Kenji’s-)

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- till death do us part - chapter nine: run, rabbit, run

when a girl vows to save an ever-destined agency from death, even if she's been trying 106 different times and even if she's died 106 different times in the process.

-chapter one & prologue | series masterlist

-word count. 3.0k

-genre. fic, comfort/angst, eventual romance

-tags. fem.reader, mentions of blood/injury

“I have nothing to do!” Ranpo leaned forward on the wooden surface in front of him, his hands dangling off the table.

Fukuzawa ignored him, silently flipping through a book before giving a brief glance at Yosano, “Anything out of the ordinary on the security cameras?”

Yosano shook her head, “So far, it’s all boring.” Fukuzawa nodded before going back to his book.

You gave a quiet yawn, slumping in the wooden booth.

Ranpo glanced at you before sliding over and leaning into your side, his head resting on your shoulder. “Aaah, this is so boring!”

You ignored the brunette, in response, he leaned further upon you, practically putting his whole body weight onto your side.

He gave a dramatic sigh before he glanced up at you and then back to the computer on the table, he sprung off your side and went to grab the computer, his hands clasping around the metal of the device. “[Name]-chan, let’s play a game on this.” He pulled the device in your direction, you peered at him silently before nodding. “Sure.”

Just as he tugged the device into his lap he suddenly got quiet, his eyes open to reveal burning emerald, you blinked at him. “What is it Ranpo? Something on the cameras?”

He nodded before looking at Fukuzawa, “Director.” he called.

Yosano got up, coming over towards you two. “Is something the matter?”

Ranpo furrowed his eyebrows before showcasing the screen.

You leaned into Ranpo's side to get a view of it.

At the sight, a grin split across your lips; Nakahara Chuuya, lonely, stood in the passageway.

A dozen thoughts surge into your head at the sight of the man, how long had you been running from him? From the Port Mafia? From their grasps and from their fingers that would curl around your throat and seize what they deem theirs? How long had you run from something inevitable?

2 years, 2 years you had run from their grasp, from the moment you died in your 13th life to rewind back to the moment where you met him, with your heart in your throat and your hands pressed into your palms, where you decided to continue to run, even as everything in your body pushed against the very idea, the sound of your home a distant lifeboat that kept you above water, afloat, kept you running for a future.

Where you decided the moment the blade pressed to your skin, 14th time ringing in your ears that you decided you had to hide, had to run, and no longer could you find protection in someone else, their protection towards you led to their downfall, you wouldn’t run but you would wait and wait till the clock ticks 8 and no long can running be an option, where you’re forced to decide whether to sacrifice your very being for them or to abandon them.

The choice is always obvious, isn’t it?

“Nakahara-san.” Your voice comes out with spite, a venom that’s reserved wholly for him and him alone.

Ranpo tilts his head towards you. “Familiar?”

You look at the screen on the computer as he turns to look up at the cameras, a wide grin across his features. “More than familiar. He’s practically hunted me for the past 2 years.”

The camera shuts off with a loud crackle, static feed now displaying on the screen.

Your lips press thin, you forgot he showed up now, with a taunt and a mouth full of poison.

Fukuzawa looks at you, “Do you know what he wants, [Name]?”

You shake your head, “Vaguely. I’m usually with Dazai during this mission. I think it’s something to do with The Guild, an offer.”

Fukuzawa nods to Yosano, “Activate the traps.”

She gives a full brief “yes” for her to take the device from Ranpo and press down on the keyboard.

Not a second later, the traps come whirling to life only for them to be immediately shut down, no— exploded by Chuuya, a bright bang echoing throughout the tunnel.

You cringed back, it was to be expected in all honesty.

“Receiving an envoy with these little puppets?” Chuuya called back over the intercom, his tone mocking, “You’re so undermanned I could cry, it’s pitiful, really.”

He cast a look at one of the still online cameras, “Come out, whoever is alive in there!”

Yosano furrowed her eyebrows, Ranpo casted her a look before looking at Fukuzawa. “Director.”

Fukuzawa sighed, “Then we all agree?” Ranpo nods in response.

You give a look to Yosano before slumping into a seat beside Ranpo.

It had been decided that Kenji and Yosano would go down and meet with Chuuya.

You watch silently from beside Ranpo; Fukuzawa looking over from behind the two of you.

Chuuya lets out a sigh, “Only two have come? I’m being belittled.”

A smile rises to Yosano’s lips, she tilts her head to the side. “All clients should schedule an appointment before visiting The Detective Agency. If you’re unhappy with the reception, please feel free to go to another one.”

Chuuya gave a short huff. “You think the Port Mafia still needs to make an appointment when he’s here to tear down your base?”

Kenji bounces up in response. “Yep! I don’t think you have to!”

Yosano gives a small sigh, her eyes briefly closing with the action, “Kenji’s right. Tear it down if you want. But, you’re not really here for that, are you? Nakahara-san?”

Surprise quickly flashes across Chuuya’s features before being dashed as soon as it was there. “Ah. So the little rabbit’s been talking about me.” A smirk spreads across his features, “I bet she’s with your Director too, hm? The Boss wants her, but— I’m here for something else today, a little messenger if you will. Where’s your Director?”

Yosano sighs, exasperation filling her every breath before she points to a nearby camera. “Over there.”

Chuuya walks up to the current camera and brings out a photo, his fingers pressing into the film, he shows off the photo. “A present from our boss.”

You look at the photo; members of the Guild are shown back to you, an overview shot of them walking towards somewhere, the edges of a forest barely in frame.

John Steinback and Lovecraft stay on the fine film. You hadn’t really had an encounter with them before, you fought with them way back when you originally decided to go with Dazai and Chuuya, the fight went fine, but you left soon after and never fought with them again.

Fukuzawa leaned over your shoulder to get a view of the photo, “These are… members of The Guild?”

Chuuya flaunted the piece of the photo like a trophy. “We’ve lured them with bait. The time and place of their appearance are all right here. Do whatever you like with them.” You resisted the urge to tighten your fists at the word bait — you’re never here usually, never here when Chuuya proposes this, but if this goes according to plan… then Q has been released and Naomi and the other clerks are set to be ‘bait’.

You don’t know how long it would take for you to make it to the train where Q will be, you don’t know if you have enough time if you can stop Q, stop The Guild’s plan, stop where the whole city gets cursed by Q. If you can stop that—

But then what of the fight between Lovecraft and Steinback? Chuuya and Dazai are supposed to fight them to try and get Q back, it’s how the Port Mafia and the Detective Agency team up, it’s how you win the fight.

So, does the battle have to happen? Do you have to let Naomi and Haruno be in danger?

You bite the inside of your cheek; usually, you’re there when you meet Q, usually, you can stop Atsushi from hurting Naomi and Haruno, at the least, but, you don’t really have a choice in this situation, to be able to get an upper hand on Lovecraft and Steinback, this is the best route.

Even if your heart aches at your own powerlessness in this situation.

“...Why?” Fukuzawa questioned, effectively pulling you from your thoughts and back onto the current situation.

Chuuya gives a half-hearted shrug. “This is a rare chance, is it not? You can wipe out these two from The Guild in one go!”

Fukuzawa looked towards you, expectant.

You gave a soft sigh. “John Steinback and Howard Phillips Lovecraft, I fought them once. But now’s not the chance we should go for, but Fukuzawa-san, the bait used is Naomi and the clerks.”

His eyes widened briefly, an expression of silent rage eclipsing his features, an expression of cold anger that always shone when one threatened the agency or the members. He turned towards the computer screen to see Chuuya staring back, a grin alight on his features.

“You—” Fukuzawa started before Chuuya cut in.

“The little rabbit told you then, you really are no fun.” He nodded, “Yeah, we used your little clerks as bait, but there’s still time to go to their rescue and The Guild doesn’t know you’ll mobilise, easy peasy.”

Fukuzawa’s hands clenched, hard enough that you think whatever would be in his hand would easily break.

He turned towards you, “Is he lying?” his voice came out as smooth as glass; a calmness spread throughout that you took envy in.

You shook your head.

Yosano tilted her head to the side, a frown etched upon her features, her own quiet expression of both rage and disgust. “That is to say, you lot found out the hiding place for our clerks and leaked it to The Guild, then leaked it to The Detective Agency.” Her hands fell loosely by her sides, “Having us do each other in while you sweep up the spoils without having to break a sweat. That’s what this is about.”

Chuuya looked up at the camera; an expression on his face that looks eerily similar to Dazai’s when he’s assured a victory. “The Detective Agency will definitely fall for it, even knowing it’s a trap. That’s what the Boss said.”

Fukuzawa gave a quiet breath, the air stilled in the room, he looked at you. “...Notify the clerks to evacuate immediately and contact Kunikida.”

You think it was in your 13th life, 13th time trying to save the agency that you met Nakahara Chuuya for the first time.

You had already left the agency long back, it was better for everyone that way, better for you, better for them, you couldn’t save an already dead agency, could you?

But even still your conscience tingled with deep regret at the action you had committed 6 years prior; an ache in the back of your head that forever lingered when you thought of them.

But the longer you stayed with them the more they were at risk, your presence marked something that brought more danger to them.

You didn’t know if it was your ability that brought more enemies or if it was simply that fate liked the twisted way of how you would cry and beg till your throat went dry for their safety or the way you would plead for a moment where you wouldn’t have to see them on the ground, cold and silent.

You left them for their safety, you left them for answers.

You went around from place to place, location to location, using what little connections you had from your time at the agency to find more information, on your enemies, on who was after the agency and who was after you.

Even when you had left, you had kept tabs on the members of the agency, on what changed, and who to look out for if you ever needed to use your ability.

You think it was around just after Kunikida joined the agency that you ran into Nakahara Chuuya.

It was a little warehouse, dim lighting, the reaches of the outside world a faraway grasp, dust had hung in the air and beams, boxes, metal crates and cement blocks cluttered the space, it looked like it was used for a construction storage some time long in the past, but now, it had set empty, abandoned.

Someone was supposed to meet you here, they had information on one of the organisations you were researching, it was a trade, you hand off some of your knowledge and they’d give theirs, quick and simple and you’d be out in less than 10 minutes.

But I’d fool you were.

The Port Mafia was there instead of your little informant; you should have seen the signs when you laid eyes upon the guy, how held himself and the way he perked up when you entered the warehouse, looking at you with a familiarity that your informant shouldn’t have — you’d never met the informant, you didn’t know what he looked like, so your informant shouldn’t know what you looked like. But he did, in return giving you an intense look that sent your body shivering even in the warm summer air.

But as you think back on the encounter, how you escaped from his clutches, narrowly, you think he’d let you. You don’t know if it was part of the order from the Port Mafia boss or not, to make you afraid, run you into a corner where the only choice was through them, you didn’t know, even now, even after you had repeated the encounter far too many times for you to prefer.

“You’re not the informant.” You hissed, taking steps backwards till a few metres stood between you two.

He gave you a look before fixing his hat, “No. I’m not. I’m here on behalf of the Port Mafia boss.” He pushed off the wall, taking steps towards you.

Your breathing came out in short, quiet breaths of air, you stared at the man, his posture was relaxed and that only made your heart beat louder.

Searching for any recollection you could gather, anything that could help you, a name, an ability, a rank, he tilted his head slightly to the side, you got the distinct impression that he held more power than you could ever know.

You took another hesitant step backwards, you hadn’t really encountered the Port Mafia up until now, not really, only small fry, lackeys, and this man certainly wasn’t a lackey.

“So the informant was bait?” You knew they were bait but the longer he talked the more you could try and stall for time, and any advantage you could get would be appreciated, no matter how small. You willed your voice still, this wasn’t the worst thing you encountered and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. “I’m guessing this is your boss is doing?”

He scoffed. “Yeah, it was bait. But now looking at you…” He gives a sigh, “Honestly, this is a waste of my talents, capturing some rabbit? The Boss couldn’t have picked someone else for the job?”

You felt the sudden need to defend yourself from his words, your lips pressed thin. “Oh, you’re a real pleasure, aren’t you?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “So your boss didn’t tell you anything? He just let you come in blind? That… seems awfully stupid to me.”

He raised an eyebrow. “[L.name], [Name]. Former member of the Detective Agency, a non-combat related ability. I don’t need to know anything else.” You tried not to feel hurt at the words former, but still, it ached in your chest as though you had lost part of your heart.

You shifted your position so you were eye to eye with him. “Even if I don’t have a combat-related ability, I could still fight, I could still be a threat for all you know.”

A smile tipped to his lips, sharp and cruel, “Could you now?” he gave a sharp laugh. “You seem awfully bold. Then tell me, Rabbit, are you a threat?”

Your lips pinched, you tilted your head to the side, a false smile woven onto your features like a shield, you took a step forward and then another, “Want to find out?” your voice was soft; a half-whisper.

You could feel your heartbeat get louder till it was thunder in your ears, till you could focus on nothing but him and the way everything in your body screamed run.

“Ah, are you challenging me? You think you can win?” He hummed and it set your blood singing. “I’d love to see how that would go.”

“Would you? But I’d need a name first, so I know what to call you when I say I defeated you.”

That was a blatant lie and you knew it, you probably couldn’t win against him, especially if this someone was of higher rank, someone who probably had an ability and someone who probably could take you down with the snap of his fingers if he so pleased.

You took a small breath, the need for oxygen suddenly becoming much more necessary.

He tilted his head to look at you and it felt like the weight of the world suddenly rested on your shoulders.

He gave a short laugh before nodding, “You defeat me? Come on, what a lousy lie. But sure, I’ll humour you. Nakahara Chuuya, not a pleasure to meet you.”

The name came with recognition and with it, you felt like you swallowed stones. “Thank you, Nakahara-san.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Then now you know my name, come defeat me, Rabbit, you don’t want to go back on your word, now do you?”

You shook your head, “Ah, hold on, Nakahara-san. I’m not exactly done yet.” You were near certain he was playing with you, he could have caught you already, but he hasn’t, and that gives you a way out.

He raised an eyebrow, “You sure love to talk, don’t you? Do you love to hear the sound of your voice so much?”

A smile rested upon your lips, you tilted your head to the side. “I bet not as much as you love yours.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, taking a step closer. “Are you always this annoying? Or have you reserved this pleasure just for me?”

You could distantly feel the air go humming; from his unknown ability that you aren’t quite sure of yet or simply, it was in your head, matching your racing heartbeat and the thrum of your blood.

You gave another laugh, “Not always. Just this occasion, especially for you, Nakahara-san.”

Chuuya’s face scrunched up at that. “Wow, really lucky am I?” He gave a short laugh, “To be given such an honour of hearing you desperately prattle? Should I bow at your feet, Your Highness?”

“I mean— If you would like, I wouldn’t exactly say no.” You took a glance around the warehouse, you were by the sea; you could smell the salty air and hear the silent crash of waves on the dock from here. If you could get to the city you could maybe, perhaps, escape the Port Mafia…

You blinked.

But what then? Where would you go?

His mouth quirked upwards, “Oh? You’d like that wouldn’t you, Rabbit?”

You swallowed before nodding. “Mm, I think I would.”

If they knew you were to be here, if they set this whole thing up to trap you, they surely knew of your house, so what then? Who do you go to that would protect you?

A thought comes crashing into you and the thought leaves a heavy residue in its wake.

The agency, they had both the means to protect you and keep you safe.

“Ah, not gonna happen. I can’t fail the Boss now, can I?”

You guess the only reason that the Port Mafia boss didn’t go after you sooner was because you were in the care of Fukuzawa Yukichi.

The thought comes with an earthquake and leaves with an aftershock.

Your eyes flutter, “Please?” you take in another small breath as though time would freeze, you give a once over towards Chuuya, you couldn’t fight an executive, you couldn’t.

He shook his head. “Not a chance, no matter the times you say ‘please’.”

You swallowed, your mind coming to a stop, you can’t fight… that much you’re certain of, but—

You made a break for the other end of the warehouse, your legs aching with the sudden momentum.

You could hear him sigh and the action sent a shiver over your spine.

You’d always been good at getting away, this wouldn’t be any different, you could do this, easy, right you could do this—

A nail flew past your face, sinking into the metal on the opposite wall, the residue of an ability lingering on the object. You stopped dead in your tracks and looked behind you quickly, pressing your fingers to the now shallow cut on your cheek.

Chuuya stood his hand outstretched to the side, a couple of nails floating in his open palm; he hadn’t moved a step from where he was last at and something about that made you realise how dire your situation was.

A humourless laugh escaped you, one built purely off your frayed nerves; your hand dug into the fabric of your clothes.

A smirk curled at the edges of his lips. “Well, run, why don’t you?”

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