#I bet you if Dazai was there he would’ve put in more work | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ashleyh713fanfics · 3 months

Text

Dazai X Odasaku!Sister "Timeless" P3

Hello! I've been writing for awhile but this is the first time writing bsd. I gave Oda's sister a name but I'll do a version with y/n if that's more your speed.

Synopsis: After Odasaku's death Dazai searches for a way to fulfill his last request but doesn't know where to start. That is until he meets Odasaku's mysterious little sister.

Warnings: Usual bsd warnings. Murder, talks of death and suicide, Dazai being a sociopath.

Part 3/3

After numerous wrong turns and five tumbles into total random strangers, Asa and Dazai found themselves in the middle of a local fast food place as the poor girl stared down at the menu with serious silence, her eyes squinting in the process.

The boy only snorted though, knowing she probably couldn’t see shit and eventually she just told the worker to pick their favorite and that’s what she would have. He knew things would’ve been much easier if she took those things off, but didn’t speak about it.

Besides, watching her scramble around like an idiot was entertaining in itself.

Sliding into the booth, Asa then sighed to herself before pushing her useless glasses up further onto her face. “Ahh, things in Yokohama are so different from back home. I knew all the food places there. Here everything is new. Well, I guess that’s exciting in its own way.”

Dazai had other things on his mind though, the boy's un-bandaged eye gazing at her in curiosity. “What I want to know is how you plan on surprising me today?”

The girl then smiled to herself before taking a sip of her drink unbothered. “There will be time for it. For now though, enjoy. We are on the date after all.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at that, his head turning with amusement. “Oh? Is that what we are doing?”

Asa only nodded though. “Mhm! I mean after today it will be official anyways so I figured why not?”

This girl was so confident, so much so that Dazai knew it would be her downfall. She had no idea who she was dealing with after all. She didn’t realize that she was currently sitting across from the devil himself.

But once again, he humored her, knowing it would work in his favor anyways. “Ah, you’re so silly Asa-chan! You always say such interesting things. So tell me, what about me made you fall again? Was it my handsome face? I bet it was! That’s what everyone says.”

HIs new childlike demeanor wasn’t lost on her though, Asagao smiling before carefully putting the drink down. “It’s more than just your face.”

Fake gasping at the information, Dazai leaned forward. “Ah ha! So you do think my face is handsome! I knew it. Tell me more Asa-chan. Come onnn..”

She didn’t even have to think before answering the hungry boy. “It’s simple. You fascinate me, Dazai Osamu. In fact, I’ve been waiting a long time to meet someone like you.”

At that, Dazai’s eye couldn’t help but raise with even more intrigue. Oh so now we were getting somewhere. But the question was, why would anyone want to meet him? Usually everyone was trying to do the opposite.

They knew that meeting him face to face was a fate worse than death.

He didn’t say that though, only pushing deeper as he batted his eyes with a mocking reply. “Ooooh have you? Well then, am I everything you dreamed of?”

The normal answer was “no” of course. That's what it should’ve been.

He quickly realized though that Odasaku’s sister was not normal in the slightest, her eyes closing with some sort of relief in order to smile softly. “Yeah, you are.”

Dazai was doubtful of that though, so much so he decided to make fun of her some more in order to garner a reaction. “Even if I told you my job is big and scary?”

Asa only turned her head though, like the answer was obvious. “It doesn’t matter what strings come attached. As long as it’s you, I don’t mind.”

Dazai felt his eyes darken then, allowing his black port mafia soul to seep through ever so slightly. Odasaku’s sister was treading on dangerous territory.

Because he knew how disappointed Oda would be if he was alive to hear it. “Careful darling, that answer could get you killed.”

And not that he cared that much but he also didn’t want the last remaining piece of his best friend to disappear so easily.

It’s like the two halves of his soul were arguing with each other, the side of the fifteen year old boy clinging to the face that looked so much like his best friend and the port mafia executive that wanted her to die just to prove that he was right.

Then all all at once, Asagao shrugged, brushing off his threat with ease. “As long as you’re the one pulling the trigger it’s fine.”

He knew what she was saying immediately. She still wanted him to be her executor in hopes of getting closer to her big brother. She was so calm about it too, like she had already planned it in her mind.

Soaking in her response, Dazai then turned quiet, his ever moving mind desperate to decipher everything about her. Sure, to anyone else the girl was as surface level as they came. Naive, clumsy, and inexperienced about everything and everyone.

But with that conversation just hours ago and now, the boy saw something else. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it yet, but he knew there was something deeper about her, something far more complex.

She was both intelligent and naive, clumsy yet careful in her manner of speech, she held herself with such innocence and yet didn’t bat an eye about how dark he could be. To put it simply, she was a walking contradiction in every sense of the world.

Yet whatever she ultimately was didn’t feel hostile or evil in any sense. He never sensed that she was a threat or using him for some sort of plan. In fact it was quite the opposite. Whenever she looked at Dazai it seemed to be filled with a strange sense of care and longing.

And whether he wanted to admit it or not, the boy felt relaxed with her, like he could show the deepest and darkest parts of his soul and never gain a response. She was like Odasaku in that regard.

Perhaps that’s why he felt so comfortable with her, because she had that same sense of carefree understanding about her. He could sink into old habits with her just like those nights at Bar Lupin.

Just then, his phone began to buzz as Dazai quickly took out the object only to find a message from Mori on the display, his words short and concise.

Be careful while you're out, Dazai.

Looks like that underground group we talked about today is trying to make their move.

Ah right. The underground group that was trying to take down the port mafia recently. He had forgotten about that. Well, not really forgotten, more like wiped it from his mind because it wasn’t interesting in the slightest.

Sighing to himself, his eyes then glanced to the three men that had been following them since Dazai and Asagao’s talk overlooking the city.

Oh, did he not mention that before?

Well that’s because it wasn’t important. Sure, these guys were probably following him around in order to gain some leverage about how to beat the port mafia but he knew they wouldn’t strike unless they found some. They weren’t that stupid.

And they never would. The mafia’s information was confidential after all and finding they weren’t clever enough to figure out how to get it. Sure, they could try to torture him or whatever but his name wasn’t something to be taken lightly. That’s why they were keeping their distance.

Turning back to Asagao, he then tuned back into her rambling conversation about nothing important in order to stare silently.

Poor girl didn’t even notice they were being followed and watched. Hell, she probably couldn’t see anything given those blurry and useless glasses she wore all the time.

And he checked to see if her intuition was strong when they first got here but unfortunately, the girl hadn't noticed anyone. Now that you mention it, Asagao hadn’t looked anywhere but at Dazai the entire time..

Almost like the rest of the world was irreverent to her.

-----------

Remember when Dazai said that those underground thugs wouldn’t approach him?

Well, it turns out that wasn't the case, the two being cornered only a couple minutes after leaving the restaurant. Ah how annoying, he thought they were at least smarter than this.

But apparently not.

Asagao on the other hand only looked confused, her head tilting at the new bloodthirsty presence. “Oh, hello? Can we help you? I’m sorry but we are kinda on a date right now.”

The main man only laughed at her utter disregard for danger though, pointing to the bored bandaged boy behind her. “Didn’t know the port mafia executive had a girl.”

And though he had just let Dazai’s true profession slip, Oda’s sister didn’t even bat an eye, instead focusing on other things. “Oh well, it’s not official yet. But between you and me that’s what I’m hoping for.”

She then giggled to herself like a lovesick school girl only for the thug to grow annoyed with her lukewarm reaction in order to lift his hand out and slap her across the face with a growl. “Shut up bitch!”

The force was so strong that it turned her head completely to the side, her large framed glasses falling from her face in the process as they clattered onto the ground.

And though Dazai was incapable of feeling compassion or care towards her, the sight caused his fingers to reach for his gun with a cruel smile.

He did try to tell her after all, what she was asking for. It was her own damn fault, maybe now she would think twice before saying she was fine with his dark and twisted life.

Perhaps this was the push she needed to go back home and forget everything before he corrupted her forever.

The man then laughed at Asagao’s stunned stance only to turn back towards Dazai with malice. “The port mafia is finished. At first we thought it was hopeless but now that an anonymous source has given us everything about you, we know how to take you down, Dazai Osamu.”

Feeling himself pause, the pieces clicked into place. So that’s why they had approached them, it was because they finally had the leverage they needed to strike. But where did they get it from? Like he said the port mafia records were locked up tight. What kind of anonymous source had that kind of power?

Well that was a later problem. First he would finish these idiots and then he could focus on the infiltration of his personal records.

Analyzing the situation, the boy looked at his enemy before sighing. This guy that was speaking wasn’t even the leader of the group, it was obvious. He was just some stand in lackey. Of course that was something only Dazai could figure out.

Yet before he could speak even more, Asagao spoke, her voice coming out far different and way less cheerful than he had heard all day. “Now why did you have to do that?”

Snapping her head up, Dazai then watched the man physically flitch as she stood ominous still. “Why is the first thing I have to see your painfully ugly face? I could’ve gone forever in my imagination and now I have to see the reality of how unpleasant you actually are.”

She then pointed towards the thug before sighing. “Besides, you're not even the leader of this group.”

At that, Dazai couldn’t help but pause. What did she just say? Did she seriously just pick up on this guy being a fake that easily? How interesting, he didn’t think anyone would’ve gotten that except him.

The fake leader seemed stunned as well, his eyes wide as Asagao moved her finger down in order to scan his entire aura. “Don’t stare at me like that. It’s obvious. Between your oversized shirt, fake designer shoes and obnoxiously try hard and overbearing behavior it’s clear you're compensating for something. You’re like a child playing dress up and pretending. It’s hard to watch honestly.”

The way she spoke, it was so cruel and full of mocking vigor, like she was making fun of his lack of intelligence. It sounded like she was playing around with him, a tactic that Dazai liked to favor especially. The boy didn’t know she was capable of such a thing though.

She didn’t react like this to anything he said today, and he had tried numerous times. But the calm collected Asagao and this one were like night and day from each other.

And not only that, she picked apart that guy with extreme precision. She was witty, sharp and clever, being able to notice his flaws in a millisecond. It reminded Dazai of someone familiar.

Glued to see what she would do next, he then watched Asagao move her finger from the thug to the group behind him in order to speak plainly. “So if we are going to have a real fight, I’d like to be with that guy behind you. Aka the real leader of the group.”

Then all at once, everyone gasped in order to step aside as a smaller, more meekly dressed man moved to the center. He looked unassuming and plain but of course that’s what he was going for in order not to look suspicious.

No one was supposed to notice him, but Asagao did.

Stopping right in front of her, the man spoke coldly. “Just who are you?”

He must have assumed she was port mafia, his eyes cautious and on guard only for her to stare down at the man with challenge. “Come at me and find out..”

The man grumbled then, his hands reaching out only for Dazai’s hand to immediately tighten around the gun between his fingers. He was conflicted, wanting to see just what Oda’s sister could do and needing to make sure she didn’t die like his best friend.

Yet that’s when Asagao simply shifted her head behind her, the hair covering her eyes as she smiled. “Don’t worry, Osamu. Didn’t you remember?”

Lifting her head up, Dazai’s eyes then couldn’t help but widen his pure shock as he truly got a look at Asagao. Gone were the invisible and physical barriers she had purposely put up, her icy blue gaze piercing his own before realizing he was looking in a mirror.

Hollow.

Her eyes were hollow, deep cavern-like nothing, staring into his soul as she truly gazed upon the world for what it was. Empty, purposeless and cruel.

And in an instant, Osamu Dazai was hit with a sickening sense of family, having seen the same exact look a million times before. That gaze, it was just like his, in every single sense. Holding no feeling, no life.

Then the girl simply turned her head in order to finish with a cocky smirk.

“I’m an Oda.”

Snapping back to her prey, Asagao then narrowed her eyes as she watched the unruly thug charge towards her with full power. “Now, let’s play a game. What is the one most valuable tool for a wanna-be assassin?”

At that, the thug threw his arm down, his fists reaching a couple inches from her face before the girl seemed to disappear from his sight completely only to reappear in an instant right behind him with a sigh. “Power, speed, agility? Nah, those are all wrong.”

Spinning around in confusion, the man gasped. How in the hell did she get over there? He thought he had her cornered for sure. “W-Wha?! Where did you..”

Asagao only smirked though, unbothered by his faltering response. “I’ll show you what’s the most important.”

The man then blinked only to find his stomach and right knee screaming in pain, like someone had kicked him as he doubled over in surprise only to find that the girl hadn’t moved from her spot. But how was that possible? How could she strike him without a single touch?

Not liking her attitude, his eyes then turned livid before charging at her again only for her

to disappear as he felt his legs get swiped out from underneath him like a breathless wind. Okay what the fuck was going on?!

Asagao then appeared to his side like magic, her voice coming out disappointed.“You’re not even an ability user, are you? That’s why you hid behind that other guy. Ah, how boring I was really hoping I could show off tonight for Osu.”

Widening his eyes, the man then jumped back only for his stupid little brain to put something together. “She’s an ability user! Grab her! She uses invisibility or teleportation or something..”

She only rolled her eyes at that though, putting her hand to her face in an exasperated groan. “Ugh this is why you’re not gonna win. You think too small. Osu, can you please show these low intelligent thugs how it’s done?”

All at once, the men then turned towards Dazai only for him to narrow his eyes in thought. Based on her demonstration he had some theories, and he was glad to showcase how far above he was to these losers.

Yes, Asagao was fast but it wasn’t invisibility or teleportation. From the way she was shaking out her hands and moving her feet it was obvious she was delivering the hits firsthand.

The way she moved was disorienting as well, Odasaku’s sister disappearing in thin air almost like she was never there to begin with only to reappear not even a millisecond later somewhere else.

No, this wasn’t some sort of invisibility, it was something else entirely.

Then Dazai had his answer, allowing his lips to curve into a smug smirk before speaking plainly. “Her ability is time, more specifically stopping time.”

All at once, the gang gasped. “T-Time?!”

Asagao on the other hand only closed her eyes in pride before lifting her hands up in response. “That’s right, up to six seconds to be more specific. My brother saw the future but I hold the present.”

Turning her head, she then mocked. “I bet you’re wondering why I’m telling you all of this? Well, you aren’t going to be able to beat me anyways so I thought I would give you a fighting chance. Now where were we?”

She then dropped her hands in order to reactivate her ability inside her head. Ability: Timeless.

Asagao then watched as everything calmed down to a sudden halt, the thug’s mouth hanging open in suspended animation like a statue in order to casually walk past him with a hum as she counted her time.

Stopping just next to his ear, the world then began to reanimate as the thug jumped back at how close he had allowed her to be as Asa spoke. “Oh yes, what makes a good assassin? Did you discover the answer yet or should I just tell you?”

His eyes turned wild then, lifting his hand up in order to punch her only for Asagao to frown in order to stop time once more as her body easily leaned back from his arm.

Ah, how barbaric.

Lifting her hand up, she then balled her hands into a hard fist before punching the man across his frozen face..

--while kicking him straight in the balls with her foot at the same time.

Asagao then took three steps back in order to turn off her ability as she watched the man finally register the pain and hunch over with a pained groan as Asagao finished casually. “The answer you’re looking for is a keen eye, finding patterns and analyzing your enemy in order to get into their head and predict what they will do next. I’ve been trained for it, unable to turn it off since I was a kid. It gets rather annoying but it helps in these kinds of situations..”

Realizing he was losing horribly, the leader then shouted to her before running up with pure blind fury as Asagao allowed him to do so. “For example, just from watching you attack blindly I know you favor your left side, but you are more reliant on your right arm for attacks which means your center of gravity is off. It also means that in order to immobilize you the only thing I have to do is what you least expect. Like so..”

She then reactivated her ability one more time before easily reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a pistol in order to weigh it in her hand.

Spinning the object in her hand Asagao then re-animated the world in order to point the gun straight towards the charging man in order to dodge his predictable right hook and shoot him point blank in his good shoulder as he immediately reached for the bullet with a curse. “F-Fuck!”

Dazai then watched with silence as the leader's legs seemingly caved underneath him once more only for Asagao to dig her foot into his wounded shoulder with a cold finale. “If you were more spontaneous this would’ve been more interesting but it seems you don’t even have the capacity to not bore me. What a pity. You took my glasses off, made me see your sloppy moves for almost nothing.”

Lifting the stolen pistol up towards him, Asagao then narrowed her eyes before letting off another shot, this time the bullet lodging itself a couple inches from the leader’s face in clear warning as he gasped.

He then began to back up with his feet only to turn towards his followers with a terrified shriek. “T-The port mafia are monsters! Retreat!”

Then all at once, Asagao and Dazai watched the attackers run away with their tails between their legs as the girl pushed the pistol down to the side silently.

And to be honest, Dazai wasn’t sure how to process what had just happened. Ango said that Odasaku’s sister was innocent, that she was just a kid that didn’t belong in his dark world.

But looking at her right now, the boy could easily see her as port mafia.

Although that’s when Asa then looked down at the gun before gasping loudly in order to pace back and forth with newfound anxiety. “Ah, crap! You really blew it, Asagao. You promised your brother that you wouldn’t fight anymore and look what you did! You just had to open your big fat mouth and take it too far..”

Grumbling to herself, she then leaned down in order to pick up her discarded glasses and place them back onto her face with another groan. “I’m never gonna hear the end from Ango now.”

She then seemed to brighten up before immediately turning around toward Dazai in order to run up to the boy and scan him with her blurred vision. “Oh! Are you okay, Osu? You didn’t get hurt did you?”

Staring at her, Dazai's eyes then flashed towards her watchful gaze only to realize that the dead hollow look she was wearing before had completely disappeared, leaving only a bumbling worried fifteen year old girl.

Pushing her fingers across his cheek, Asa then gasped at a tiny line of blood before reeling her hands back in panic. “Oh no, you have a cut. Hold on, I think I have something..”

Dazai only frowned though, pushing her fingers away in order to mutter darkly. “I’ve had more than this before..”

And that was true. Hell, the boy had tried to kill himself way too many times to count. A cut like this wasn’t anything big. If anything, it just made him feel numb, just like he was on the inside.

Yet that’s when Asagao nodded softly, too softly for his liking. “No, but you don’t like pain, right? Let me fix that for you.”

Asagao then reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny pink heart bandaid in order to unstick the back and place it on the cut with a small smile. “Ta da! All fixed. Now let’s head back, It’s getting late.”

Turning back around, the girl then pushed her hands out in a stretch as Dazai watched her with stunned silence. That's right, he told her he wanted to die peacefully before. But then again, that didn’t have anything to do with him not enjoying pain.

Did she figure that out about him as well?

Dazai then lifted his finger towards the girly out of place heart on his cheek before closing his eyes in sullen silence. Oda Asagao, just who are you?

And for once, the port mafia executive didn’t have a definitive answer yet.

--------

Dazai was quiet, pensive and calculating as they made their way back to Odasaku’s old apartment. He hadn’t spoken a word since their run in with that rival gang just a couple minutes ago and the boy was still reeling about it.

You see, there was something off about it. Something strange that the executive couldn’t shake no matter how hard he tried. Those guys said that they had leverage from an anonymous source about him, but there was no way they couldn't have gotten it from the port mafia. He and Mori would’ve known about that.

Which means they got it from somewhere else..

Watching Asagao put the key inside the lock, Dazai knew the answer. Somehow, some way, he just knew. “You are the anonymous source, aren’t you? You leaked my information. You got that rival organized to approach us on purpose.”

He then watched her hand freeze on the doorknob only for the boy to remember the seemingly insignificant items she dropped on the ground when she “hit” that railing. Back then he didn’t tell her what she had dropped, not seeing the need to.

Unless that’s what she planned from the beginning. She knew he wasn’t going to help her pick them up. She had read his character.

Feeling his mind move at a million miles per second, Dazai continued. “You knew we were being followed and planted that information so that they would have reason to attack.”

It was clever, so insanely clever that it happened right under his nose.

Dazai then watched with bated breath as Asagao then dropped her hand before turning around in order to face the boy with a prideful smirk. “They were bothering you and I needed a demonstration to show off a bit. So I used them.”

He was right. It was almost impossible to believe. Odasaku’s sister had set all of this up just to show him her ability, to make him be impressed with her.

And to be honest, it was kind of working.

Dazai didn’t want to admit that though, his mind scanning the insanely clever girl only for something else to come to his mind. “Why me?”

It was the question that swirled inside his head more than anything else. Why had she done all of this for a sheer reason to impress him? Why did she always look at him with such familiarity? Why did she ask him to be her boyfriend so randomly?

Asagao then closed her eyes before strolling up the mafioso in order to reach into her jacket pocket and pull out a folded white piece of paper for him with a knowing look. “Take it.”

Not understanding, the boy then grabbed the paper between his fingers in order to read the contents silently as the girl watched.

Almost immediately he recognized the words as Odasaku’s, his mind hungry for the information as he desperately seeped in every word.

This must be one the letters he sent her

At first it was casual, asking Asagao how everything was, if she was eating well. Just standard brother behavior.

Yet that’s when he got to the bottom of the letter, the words slapping him in the face.

Today, I met a boy. He showed up right outside my apartment covered in blood so I brought him in. And there is something about him, something familiar.. I think his world spins as fast as yours.

Staring dumbfounded at the words on the page, Dazai’s mind turned to a standstill only to hear Oda’s sister speak joyfully at his side. “Surprise! I bet you didn’t guess that, did you? Well, did I do a good job? Did I finally get you, Osamu?!”

Yet the more she spoke, the more the boy couldn’t process what he had actually read. No, that was impossible. No one saw the world like him, no one was as clever, no one had been able to keep up with him.

It was something he had figured out since he was a kid. The feeling was always so lonely, so isolating. So much so Dazai had always wished for someone to understand him. He had screamed out so many times and no one had ever ran fast enough to ever comprehend the solitary and secluded life he lived.

He had given up hope, truly believing that such a person didn’t exist in this world.

And the longer he remained silent, the more Asagao’s cheerful face started to fall, her voice growing quiet. “Oh..you’re mad…”

He didn’t respond though, causing the red haired female to spiral even faster. “Oh no, I knew it. I knew it was too good to be true. This always happens. I’m so stupid. I thought you’d be happy to find someone that understands you, but maybe that’s just me. ..”

Shaking her head, Asagao then pushed her fingers to her glasses with a shaky breath of fear. “You see, all throughout my life I felt like a freak, I always say things without thinking about it and make people mad at me. And with these glasses, it dumbs me down, makes me seem normal so I can mask it and not scare everyone away with my stupid brain..”

Asagao then pictured herself wearing the large rimmed frames as a child, using them to mask and cover her unique and ever spinning world in order for the kids around her to actually stick around for longer than a day. They never liked when she was clever. They never liked anything strange.

And Asagao Oda was always the definition of strange.

Lifting her hands up, she then began to speak faster. “But when that letter came about you, I felt validated for the first time in my life, knowing that there was someone out there that felt the same kind of loneliness as I was. And when I met you today, you amazed me with how open and real you are. So much so that I wanted to show you the real me also..”

She then felt her voice break with emotion before adding softly. “A-And I just thought that with you, I could finally not have to hide, that I could actually be my authentic self for once without the fear of scaring you off like the others. My eyes, my glasses, I could learn to live with them like you do..”

And what Dazai didn’t know was that his very existence was life changing to her. Finally somewhere in the world there was someone that was like her, that saw the world in the same blinding fast pace that she did. She wasn’t alone, she wasn’t a freak. Someone, somewhere understood.

Asagao then stopped herself before realization appeared in her eyes in order for the girl to hang her head in defeat. “But now that I say that out loud it sounds really stupid and I shouldn’t have overstepped like that. You know what, just forget you ever read that letter if it makes you conformable. That’s the last thing I wanted for you, Osamu.”

Feeling herself flitch, Asa then frowned sadly. “Ah, Oops, and I guess I shouldn’t call you that either since we aren’t really that close. I just got ahead of myself like always. I really am a bother, aren’t I? Ha ha..”

Yet that’s when she heard Dazai’s response for the first time since she aimlessly rambled, stopping her in an instant.

Laughing.

He was laughing.

But this kind of laughter wasn’t the same as the ones he had given throughout the day. Those felt forced, manipulative and calculated. But right now the boy’s chuckles didn’t display any of that.

No, they sounded genuine.

Blinking in utter confusion at the display, she then watched Dazai’s hand immediately move up to his bandaged eye before speaking through his self induced fit. “Ah, you’re right. I give up, darling. You win, fair and square.”

Not understanding, Asagao stood dumbfounded. “I..huh..you’re not mad..?”

And in the moment Dazai felt a whirlwind of emotions but mad was not one of them.

He always wondered how Odasaku was able to handle him and why he took him in and now he knew why, because he reminded Oda of his little sister this entire time. Of course, of course it was like that.

And staring at the red haired girl in front of him, Dazai couldn’t help but marvel in pure fascination. Who knew the person he was searching for his entire life would be the last remaining piece of his best friend.

Ango’s warning sounded clear in his brain but the boy couldn’t help but drown it out, knowing it was useless. He couldn’t walk away from this, he couldn’t walk away from her. Even if it was insanely dangerous, even if the demon prodigy had his way with her, Dazai knew he couldn’t ignore this.

Odasaku’s precious little sister, why did you have to be so enticing?

Smiling to himself, the bandaged kid then took a step closer in order to grab onto Asagao’s hand before pulling her forward with intent.

“Why would I be when I just got myself such an interesting girlfriend?”

Then all at once, he watched Asagao’s face light up with pure joy in order, her fingers twisting around him in order to squeeze his hand in reply. “W-Wait really?! You’re serious?”

Dazai then lowered his eyes before he felt his black port mafia heart seep in ever so slightly as he looked down on her all at once. “You might regret your decision though. I must warn you, I’m not a good man, Asa-chan. I could break you.”

And he knew he could so easily, just like all the others before. It didn’t matter if he was as clever as him, her heart wasn’t as soulless. That much was for certain.

Asagao only smiled though, no hesitation in her eyes as she hummed back. “If that’s the price for being with you, I will gladly take it. Just promise me that you’ll be the one to pull the trigger.”

Yes, perhaps it was selfish, perhaps the boy should’ve never agreed to such a thing because now he knew he would forever be at war with himself.

Between the boy that longed to have Odasaku back in this world, and the port mafia demon prodigy that wanted to crush the delicate flower called Asagao between his fingers until there was nothing left. They both hungered without his soul, pulling him in each direction.

But if he knew one thing it was that he would do everything within his power to keep the demon at bay just this one, just to be able to see Odasaku again in her eyes.

For you see, Osamu Dazai wasn’t a good man.

But he would try to be, for her.

“I promise.”

Part 3/3

Part 1 Here:

#bsd dark era #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x fem reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai bsd #dazai x odasaku!sister #bsd odasaku #oda sakunosuke #odasaku sakunosuke

43 notes · View notes

sondersimagines · 1 year

Text

Sweet Kiss

Ranpo x reader

The office had been a bit cold all day. Everyone had seemed to prepare before arriving as if they had some premonition of the temperature change. Everyone but you of course.

“Are you okay?” Atsushi asked as you once again had to stop typing to rub your hands together. You breathed a smile and nodded before Kunikida chimed in.

“Your lack of preparedness is preventing you from working fully,” He adjusted his glasses as he looked up from his report, “Perhaps you should leave and change.”

“You and I both know there’s no time for that, there are the deadlines that you set, remember?” You replied before going back to typing.

You were nearly done with this one anyway. It wasn’t a particularly hard case, but the thing with writing up reports for cases you helped Ranpo with was that you had to go back and fill in the gaps he leaves. No matter how you guys felt about his ability and his credibility, there had to be a plausible and reasonable evidence trail. You were also an adamant volunteer for writing these seeing as Dazai wouldn’t, Atsushi picked up Dazai’s slack, and Kunikida dealt with a multitude of other things.

The door swung open and without turning you knew who it was. The rustling of bags and heel-clicking was a good enough hint. Yosano had taken Ranpo out to do the shopping. He likely had bags full of his treats leaving her with the actual essentials. A small smile graced your features again as you continued typing.

“Your fingers are blue you know.” And you felt arms wrap around you, arms full of bags that blocked your vision.

“I didn’t know it was going to be freezing in here today,” You turned in your chair as he stepped back. Somehow looking at him gave you more warmth than a better coat would’ve.

“Come try these new cakes with me,” He nodded toward one of the bags he held, it had swirly writing which lent to its credibility as a good bakery.

“I’m nearly done Ranpo, just a few more minutes and I’ll join you, okay?”

“That’s not good enough, they only stay fresh for so long. Come on, since it’s for me I’m sure Kunikida doesn’t mind!” Something about that made your stomach flutter and you glanced over at Kunikida who was pinching the bridge of his nose. Which was more than enough for Ranpo to whisk you away to the small kitchen.

The bags are set down and he prepares two plates as you begin putting away his other snacks. Who knew how long they’d actually last? Sometimes he was good about stretching it out, other times not so much.

“Here,” You turned and he handed the plate to you. It was a small round cake with a flower iced in the middle, your favorite one actually. You opened your mouth to say something and were met with a taste of the said cake. You took the spoon from your mouth pleasantly surprised by the taste. Sometimes he brought you very.. experimental flavors to try.

“It’s good, isn’t it? I bet it’s your new favorite,” He seemed very pleased by that on its own. He took a spoonful of his own with a smirk and added, “Especially when I gave it to you.”

You felt warmer at that and chose to take another bite rather than respond. You leaned on the counter and he took the space beside you. It felt purposeful the way he brushed up against you. Truth be told, you had a crush on him. And had for a while, you didn’t dare breathe a word about it. With his deductive abilities and all, you had hoped if it wasn’t brought up, he’d never entertain the idea of figuring it out. Dazai clearly deduced it himself and took pleasure in teasing you in every instance he could. In scenarios like this, it was ridiculously hard to bury it down.

“You’re still cold huh?” He asked whilst spooning himself another bite. “I’ll keep you warm.”

“Oh! Uh thanks,” And your appetite seemed to disappear. Your mind was now juggling two possibilities, one he knew you liked him and was trying to reciprocate or two he knew and was messing with you. You didn’t want to believe him to be that cruel however his arrogance did lend to him being an asshole now and again. “Ranpo, I… Thank you for sharing the cake. It is really good, you were right. Always are.”

You set down the plate behind you, half-finished and he raised an eyebrow. He set his own down which was considerably out of character. He placed both hands on your shoulders forcing you to make eye contact with him.

For a moment he seemed uncertain, but you were quickly met with his lips. Ranpo’s hands shifted with one holding the back of your head and his other arm wrapping around you holding you oh so close. The thought of ever being cold long gone. His touch was so light but sweet and you felt a burning in your chest. You would never get enough of his soft lips and his sugary presence.

Parting just enough to speak, he’s smiling, “I knew it. You like me.”

“Of course I do,” You whispered before kissing him again.

Dazai leaned back in his chair turning his head to Atsushi. Obviously up to no good.

“Do you know why it’s so cold today?” The questioned seemed innocent enough however that cheshire attitude told Atsushi otherwise. “Ranpo asked if we could turn it down today, and he said it was important business.”

“But you don’t think it was?”

“Oh for him? It was probably one of the most important things he could do,” He responded with a light shrug. He looked to Kunikida who seemed to then piece it together with a sigh. Atsushi was puzzled for a moment before looking toward where you normally sat, and the boy smiled to himself.

“Yeah, I guess it was.”

#bsd x reader #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader

122 notes · View notes

djbeatz · 1 year

Text

Let Chuuya Live Please?

So, I got like, two requests for this so here we go?

Let’s start with the fact that Dazai is smart, like, painfully smart. So much so that we all know that he is capable of predicting situations before they happen and plan accordingly. This is shown in Dead Apple. From the very start of the movie Dazai had known what would happen, and he had hidden a pill in his mouth for what would happen hours later.

Just by that we can tell that when he knows something is going to happen, he knows a long time before because if think about it, he had to have gotten that pill from somewhere right? An antidote for poison, and you can’t just take any pill of course, he had to have known which kind of pill he needed for it to work, either that being a pill that can deal with more than one kind of poisoning (if that exists, I’m not an expert) or a pill for that specific kind of poison. Of course, he had told no one about what was going to happen and while it is possible that Dazai had stolen a pill from Yosano, as a doctor, you can expect her to know just how much of what product or such she has, not to mention, if he tried to put a fake it wouldn’t take her long to know.

I don’t necessarily need find out exactly where he got the pill, all I know is that he obtained from somewhere before the timeline of movie. Maybe days before or weeks, all I know is that he might’ve known long before the movie that something was going to happen and that gives a good testament to his knowledge.

Now, why did I talk so much about Dead Apple? Because I think he could’ve (very hypothetical) told Chuuya sometime during it. Which sounds strange really because the only time they are seen together throughout the movie is in that one scene where Chuuya defeated the dragon and punched Dazai back to life all the way until Chuuya passes out and the scene ends.

But then comes the obstacle of Chuuya’s consciousness. He passed out fairly quickly which poses a problem in getting the message across. That’s why if y Dazai wanted to get the message across he had supposedly two options.

That time when they were falling from the sky, they must’ve been hundreds of feet in the air and I’m not sure if I should fully testament cinemtaic effect for the fact that they fell so softly and not to mention slowly for what must’ve been skydiving height, but if they were in the right position then it is possible that he used his heartbeat to communicate it to Chuuya as they descended, and it was obvious that at the time, Chuuya was more lucid. Directly after the use of corruption, for how many times we’ve seen him use it, there was, if I remember right, some time when he wasn’t delirious and maybe not completely alert, but alert enough to function, speak and think. Of course, once they hit the ground, too much time would’ve passed, and he’d get knocked out cold.

Before you tell me about Stormbringer. Keep in mind that that was the very first time he used it and it was a completely new experience for his body so there was no way he could’ve stayed awake after going through something so excruciating for the first time and probably for a bit longer than he normally does now as they had not known the limits at the time. But he has used it more than once and the more he uses it, the more his body gets used to it. It’s kind of like lifting weights, it doesn’t get easier, you just get stronger, you get used to it and as time goes on it becomes manageable.

His body became used to the activation of corruption, it did not get easier on his body, he could just handle the aftereffects better. Of course, there was the 4-year gap where he didn’t use it at all, but when you see him use it again at 22, he didn’t immediately go down, it took him a second at most. So that helps us get some kind of idea of how well his body can still handle the aftereffects. In Dead Apple, it took him a solid minute or two to pass out, but if you count that and the added time it took for them to reach the ground, I bet it was at least five minutes.

The second option seems just a bit less or more likely depending on how you look at it.

After the initial battle with Atsushi, Kyouka and Akutagawa, we get a scene where Akutagawa and Chuuya share a bit of small talk and besides from the injuries, he looked quite fine. He didn’t look like he’d drift off or as if there was something wrong with his head. No, he looked completely present and alert, well aware of what was going on and a very clear absence of Dazai.

We all know that Dazai has a tendency to ‘clean up’ after corruption. Who else but him would clean Chuuya’s face and retrieve his coat and hat? with that thought in mind, it’s clear that he stays behind for a few minutes at most after corruption, and with how awake Chuuya was, he’d have to have been awake for a while. We also don’t get to see exactly what went down before Dazai left. We saw them both and then it was only Chuuya.

So, what happened?

Of course, Dazai could’ve left before Chuuya woke up, but for the sake of the concept I’m working with here, lets cross out that possibility for a moment. Dazai could’ve easily waited for Chuuya to wake, he could’ve lied him on his chest and used his heartbeat to convey his message. Why would he have to do that? Fyodor probably. Season 4 actually gives me reason to believe this.

If you haven’t watched Season 4 yet than skip from this line to the next

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

If you’ve seen the scene where Fyodor escapes detection from Fukuzawa of all people, then you know where I’m going. Sure, it can be argued that he didn’t completely escape detection from Fukuzawa, he had turned to investigate the gaze at the back of his head, but the fact remains that Fyodor wasn’t caught. Fukuzawa didn’t even try to investigate, meaning he hadn’t thought there a need to check it out or something close.

Keeping this into account, that also means that he has been in Yokohama for years now and went without even being suspected as a presence there much less a threat. So how easy would it be for him to spy on anyone in the wreckage? He was given the perfect amount of hiding spots. He’s slick so with all those rocks and rubble, I don’t doubt that he could’ve snuck up on anyone.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

And seeing as they are on the same level, Dazai would know this.

He would know and expect this so he couldn’t risk speaking allowed. So, what if he closed his eyes, laid back and ‘slept’. What if he waited for Chuuya to wake up. Knowing exactly how Chuuya would wake up in this situation. He would wake up, won’t open his eyes for a while because everything hurts. His eyes hurt from the physical adjustments that happen during Corruption and his ears are ringing at first, but the first sense he always gets back is his hearing.

Dazai will grab his attention with a signal using his heartbeat and Chuuya will stay and listen, because it is important when he does this, as begrudging as he is to admit. Dazai only does this on special occasions. So, for a few minutes they’ll lay there in silence. On the outside, it looks as if they are both sleeping, but in truth, Dazai is informing Chuuya of some very important information.

Granted, it is very early for Dazai to know something like that, so the plan may not be fully developed yet, but Dazai has some idea of what will happen and as time goes on the plan will become susceptible to change. The best they could do was find a way to keep in contact without being caught or seeming suspicious.

But we got a time skip after the movie. We don’t know what happened during the time we couldn’t see so anything could’ve happened. There could’ve been rendezvouses, secret meet ups, seeing each other every now and then and communicating in a way only they knew. Really, anything could’ve happened before those events.

Also, as a side note, why does no one talk about hod Dazai changed out of the white suit before meeting up with Atsushi and Kyouka? Maybe because he didn’t want them to see it, or because he had blood on it, or because he might’ve used the sleeve to wipe the blood off of Chuuya’s face, who knows.

Well, with that said, I’m too tired to check for errors in grammar or plot, I got basically all of it off the top of my head and I’m tired so do with it what you will Ig.

@beautyandthepeith

#Rambling #theorising #bsd #bungo stray dogs #dead apple #Dazai Osamu #chuuya nakahara #dazai controlling his heartbeat #idk what to do with this #enjoy?

20 notes · View notes

soukokuwu · 4 years

Note

what if chu's s/o escapes port mafia, leaving chuuya to think she left him like dazai did (but in reality, she was pregnant & didn't want the child to grow up in PM. though she has taken extra measures so her son will not be endangered, PM still managed to kidnap him and hold him hostage in exchange for her to come back to their ranks. it is when she comes to save their son that chu discovers that the child is his. you do your own take if you want, your writing, your choice! 💓💓

HIGH RISK, HIGH REWARDS. genre. hmmm,, i guess it’s fluffy synopsis. you reveal a secret you’ve kept to yourself for so long, it’s time you finally come clean. word count. 2,680 author notes. hi, thank you this was an interesting request, i tried not to make it too long. & i usually don’t put so much dialogue (if at all XD) so i hope you can still enjoy this <33

PRESENT.

“Boss, the VIPs are here to see you, they’re being held down at the lobby. Do you want to send them up here?”

The chair swirls around, revealing the man behind the table, a picture of perfect composure. A curt nod is all it takes for the goon to leave the room, ready to escort the guests up.

Once the doors are closed again, he puts the cigarette out on his ashtray, exhaling that last puff of smoke. Gloved fingers intertwine together as he ponders long and hard about how he should greet them later.

The man eyes the drawer under his table, the bottom leftmost one — the special drawer. He opens it languidly to unveil a stash of letters, too many to count at one glance. That’s not surprising though. After all, it’s twelve years’ worth of letters. He grabs the top one, beady eyes glossing over its contents. He folds it back along the same lines.

They all look the same. Made out to him, but with no return address.

TWELVE YEARS AGO.

“They found someone at the house. We have him right now.”

The man on the other line seems to still have something to say, but the redhead doesn’t allow him. It’s a matter that can’t wait.

“Keep him there, make sure he doesn’t leave.”

Chuuya leaves the rest of the torturing to his colleagues as he exits the premises. He recalls what his subordinate reported earlier. ‘Him’? He scoffs. It’s been six years since you left the mafia and basically vanished into thin air. Which is a considerably long time, but Chuuya still can’t wrap the possibility around there being a new guy in your life.

Besides, the redhead didn’t do anything wrong. Why did you have to leave without a word? Why did you feel the need to leave at all, even? It couldn’t be stress. No way. You worked at the Port Mafia casino, yes. You were in charge of it all, and it did anything but stress you out. You loved working there. You loved the gamble. You absolutely revelled in the risk.

They put you in charge of the casino for more reasons than one. You were very calculative, very meticulous. You always had your moves planned out beforehand and you were always able to tell your opponents’ hand without even having to cheat. The gambling was definitely one of the reasons why you were so good at manipulating people. It was also one of the reasons why even Mori asked for your help in some cases.

But your best quality as a mafioso?

Your unpredictability. Or, as Mori dubbed it, your insanity. In both gambling and in general. You had helped the mafia win favours over more than just a few officials by winning against them — be it in poker or any other games. You weren’t even below playing russian roulette. Sure, Chuuya had been worried at first, but after a while it was pretty clear you’d always make it out of it safe — was it luck or was it pure calculation, or a mixture of both perhaps? Chuuya doesn’t really question it. And when it came to planning missions, your unconventional methods always helped, because no one would ever see it coming.

That blew up in his face though. You left him without any clues pertaining to your whereabouts or why you left in the first place. He thought you left along with his ex-partner, that maybe it had something to do with him. But it was apparent that wasn’t the case. Not when you didn’t surface at all even when Dazai did. He couldn’t help but keep thinking of potential things that happened to you. Did you leave because you met someone else? Doubtful. But given how long it’s been, it’s certainly not out of the question that you already did meet someone else by now.

You’re beautiful, smart, fun. You’re everything anyone could wish for. You’re so understanding that sometimes Chuuya questions where you get your patience from. You were just perfect, in every sense of the word.

Chuuya groans just thinking of everything. Even after being kicked to the curb, why is it that now he is still attracted to you? Lucky he was, though. Because that’s the only reason he agreed with Mori’s plan to put all efforts into seeking you out. You were incredibly elusive, and a pain in the ass because of that. And had it not been for a certain intense war against an enemy organisation, they would’ve let you go on with your life, wherever you ended up. You’ve been very quiet, not spreading anything about the mafia, or else Mori would’ve picked up on it. Very well-behaved, and a pardon would’ve been your reward.

But even the best needs help sometimes. And Mori specifically wants yours. He probably figured Chuuya was the biggest factor that would tilt things in their favour, and he agrees. Which is why he heads this mission in the first place. Not only is he the biggest shot at getting you back, but he wants to see you. Wants to know exactly why you left him the way you did.

Closure. He wants closure.

Life is funny though. Because he ends up with more questions than answers when he opens the door to his office.

Suddenly all the idle chatter he passes by in the hallway makes sense. The ones that just skip past his ears because he’s too deep in thought about you. He remembers the gist of them though. Things like “he’s so cute, like a model,” and “right? I think he looks handsome” (to which Chuuya was slightly annoyed by because he thought it was referring to your new beau).

But no, he wasn’t greeted with a man. He opened his doors to find a boy with eyes as blue as the ocean sitting on his desk, fiddling with his pens. Eyes that remind him of the exact shade he looks at in the mirror everyday. Chuuya hurriedly shuts the door, locks it, and steps hesitantly toward the boy.

This boy… looks roughly about six years old. And Chuuya feels his breath hitching in his throat. That’s around the time you went missing. He feels everything closing in around him, the fear of why you left him finally being made clear to him.

Weirdly enough, the boy isn’t the tiniest bit scared. His head is tilted, fingers still fiddling with Chuuya’s fountain pen, and waiting for Chuuya to reach him. He blinks his little eyes, before finally smiling up at him after a while. He opens his mouth, a simple word leaving his delicate lips.

“Daddy!”

Chuuya isn’t even allowed a further minute to process it before he hears knocking on the ceiling and someone falls through the vent onto the floor; one with an all-too-familiar figure. And who flashes an all-too-familiar grin.

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Half an hour later Chuuya finds himself struggling to process all the information you’ve unloaded on him. He observes as his son draws on a random piece of paper he’s found lying around, in the other side of the room.

“You let them think they’ve captured our son, when in reality you were waiting for them to?”

You nod. Chuuya internally facepalms himself. How is it that you’re able to gamble with this, too? With your — and his — son’s life on the line? You basically left him there to be abducted, knowing that they won’t do anything without Chuuya’s permission (who’s to say he wouldn’t have allowed them to torture the kid? Well, he wouldn’t, but still…) and then sneak yourself past security and into his office, all in the hopes of letting him know he has a son?

Then again, you wouldn’t bet something like that if you didn’t believe that things would absolutely go your way. He’s been with you for so long before, he’s familiar with your moves and the way you think. Not completely, but good enough.

It was so brilliantly simple. (Also, you used to sneak into his office through the vents when your relationship was still under wraps, so it really wasn’t a surprise to him that you chose to sneak in through there now.)

“Why now, after all this time? Why tell me now?”

For a moment he catches a brief look of guilt wash over your face. You lie back on the couch on your spot next to him, and close your eyes, as though bracing for an outburst as his response.

“I didn’t want to tell you at all, at first…” you trail off, the guilt completely taking over you now. “I only came now because… I want you to get Mori off my back.”

Now Chuuya understands why.

So, you didn’t even intend to give him a chance to meet his son, let alone let him be involved in any part of your life. But you only appeared because you knew Mori would come after you, demand for your help. The only reason you showed yourself today… was to convince Chuuya to help you. Because if there’s anyone who could convince Mori to back off, Chuuya could. And you understood that all too well.

Chuuya can just laugh at himself right now. How foolish is he, to think that you came back because you still harboured feelings for him. How pathetic of him.

He can sense his expression growing grim. Not that he’ll make any attempts to conceal it. His cerulean eyes travel from his son to you. You seem a little less guilty now, though. You look… at peace, somehow.

“What makes you think I’ll do what you want?”

“Because you want to prove me wrong.”

Your answer catches him off guard, and his anger is replaced by utter confusion. You take his silence as your cue to explain.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t think you’d make a good father and do what’s right for our son. Prove me wrong. Keep our son away from this. Do what a good father would and give him a chance to grow up normal.”

Chuuya scoffs. So that’s why you didn’t tell him anything. Never told him you were pregnant. Never hinted at a goodbye. You’d rather be branded a traitor like Dazai instead of having to make Chuuya choose between you and the mafia. He knows; if you set your mind on something, it’s hard to change it. And in other situations it might’ve been negotiable, but not with your baby.

You know Chuuya would never betray the mafia. That’s why you think he’d never make a good father. Because he can’t put you or the baby first. And now… Now you come with good faith. You’re trying to believe that he can learn to be a good father.

Starting with this choice.

This impossible choice.

Except not really. He knows what he’ll end up choosing anyway. You were right. If he knew you were pregnant he’d have convinced you to stay with the mafia, convinced you that he’d make sure the baby is well-protected. But then he’d be missing the point of your whole argument. You grew up in the mafia, and technically, so did he. You knew how it didn’t allow a chance at normalcy, and you didn’t want to strip your baby of that choice. You wanted your child to at least have a taste of what being normal is like, before you ultimately let them choose what they want.

Now, even if he gives an unfavourable reply, he knows you’d do anything to keep his son away from the mafia. It’s only a question of whether or not you’d have to struggle against Chuuya for it.

Silently, he stretches a hand out to you as he gets up from the couch. He can see the subtle surprise on your face. You’re impressed, aren’t you? He has on the best poker face since you’ve met him. You can’t guess what he’s thinking, this being the first of such instance since you’ve met him. He doesn’t say a thing when you ask him what he’s up to, only continuing to offer his hand to you, keeping mum.

A gamble, a risk you’d have to take. You can either take his hand and see where he leads you, which could lead to you getting your way or it could just lead to total destruction. Or, you can refuse, and then you’d have to figure a way out on your own. Which Chuuya doesn’t doubt you’d already have ingrained in your head.

But he knows you’ll choose the former. Why? It’s the only one where an inherent risk is present. Because you’d be totally in his mercy.

And that’s why you find yourself flown out of the headquarters, onto some random building’s rooftop. A perfect view of the setting sun and an even more perfect view of your old lover, striking crimson locks imitating the beauty of the orange sunset.

Looks like it paid off.

“Will you let me know where you’re staying? A child needs his father,” Chuuya asks you, your fingers intertwined in his, and you forgot just how much you missed this; him.

“And the mafia needs you.”

A swift rejection, but he’s not going to give up so easily.

“I have a right to know. He’s my son too.”

You inch closer to him and he feels like his heart is going to leap out of his chest. It’s been six years since he’s been this close to you, and he can’t believe he has to let you go again. With your son in tow, too. Without so much as a clue as to where you’re going to move to. No way to find out. Given that they only managed to find you in the first place because you wanted to be found.

“Maybe if you’re the boss or something.”

PRESENT.

Now here he is, sitting in the office, new king of the Port Mafia. And his two very important guests are making their way up here. Chuuya hurriedly puts the letters back away. They were how you communicated with him, updated him on you and your son. Though you never put any return address, so Chuuya couldn’t send one back even if he wanted to. Also, you didn’t include any photos, so Chuuya is curious how his son has turned out.

Your timing is impeccable, to choose to visit him just as he’s taken over the office. He suspects maybe you have your ways, what with the vast amount of officials you have wrapped around your finger.

But as the doors open, every other thought he has is thrown out the window. You enter first, and his face lights up, seeing those familiar pair of eyes, so warm, so inviting now. And behind you, your son, now slightly taller than you (and probably Chuuya but he refuses to think of that), greeting him with a polite nod and a smirk on his face.

A wave of understanding washes across his child’s face when he spots something hanging on the wall behind his father.

“Hey! You kept the drawing I did when I first came here!”

He had drawn the three of you together, with himself in the middle, his parents on either side of him, holding his hands and walking in a park.

Chuuya chuckles. “Of course, it was the only thing your mom let me remember you by.” He shifts his gaze over to you as your son gets the hint, moving to admire another far corner of the room.

You let yourself fall into his arms, and Chuuya hugs you tight. Because it’s taken eighteen years. A long, torturous eighteen years apart, which honestly was a run in circles, though it was a necessary one. But now finally, he can be together with you, and his son. Chuuya looks down at you with the warmest gaze you’ve ever seen, wet eyes threatening to spill with tears any moment now.

“Welcome home, my love.”

tags. @yokelish @gogolparadise @fyowyn-writes @animatedarchives

362 notes · View notes

writing-radionoises · 4 years

Text

clear waters

ship: not ship centric, background kunikidazai and shin soukoku

genre: pure fluff

prompt: the ada goes on a family outing

notes: the new chapter has caused me nothing but pain so i wrote another installment in the ada akutagawa series

Atsushi has offhandedly mentioned over lunch break that he had never been to a zoo.

Akutagawa had agreed with him, stating that he hadn’t either, and really had barely been around Yokohama.

Hearing that gave Dazai a pit in his stomach, truthfully, though he’d never say that aloud.

Akutagawa had been with the agency for a little over six months now, they had put their past behind them maybe three months ago.

Dazai had watched the other flourish from afar, watched him open up and feel happy.

Dazai had watched from afar, watching Atsushi and Akutagawa’s relationship develop, giving them little pushes now and then to the final product.

It went unsaid, but Dazai knew what they were to each other. They smiled freely with each other, exchanged small talk frequently over work, and other such things.

Akutagawa had a habit of bringing in hot chocolate for Atsushi whenever he went to get tea.

Dazai had had enough relationships to know what they were to each other.

He was just glad he managed to make it all come together…

Though other than that, the gentle pushes to a relationship, Dazai remained uninvolved with Akutagawa.

Perhaps it was just neglect, or subconsciously avoiding it.

Dazai could recall being dragged to the zoo a couple times by Elise…

“Gin always wanted to go,” Akutagawa explained, sipping at his tea as he looked back up at Atsushi, “Never had enough money, nor time… So it never happened.”

Atsushi smiled in return, “I had never left the orphanage until I was eighteen, I’ve been meaning to take Kyouka for awhile. I think she’d really like it, you know?”

“Then why don't we go?” Dazai said with a smile, from his position on Kunikida’s desk.

Kunikida glanced up at his spouse, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Do we have time for that?”

“Probably not!” Dazai replied, “But regardless, it should be a little family trip! Have a break, we can take the whole agency. I bet Fukuzawa-senpai wants to see the big cats~”

“I wanna see the penguins,” Ranpo proudly announced, “I’ll go ask him.”

“Ranpo, wait-” Kunikida said, though Ranpo had already left the room as the blond sighed and nodded.

“Give in~” Dazai said to the other, ruffling his hair gently.

Atsushi smiled once more, shaking his wrist with glee, “I’m gonna go tell Kyouka!”

He passed his cup to Akutagawa as he dashed for the other side of the agency.

Fukuzawa had, of course, agreed. Dazai knew he could rarely say no to Ranpo, led alone Kyouka, who was extremely excited for the trip.

The group took the bus into the Yokohama zoo and from there, split off into a couple of different groups.

Fukuzawa, Kyouka, and Ranpo immediately went off towards the aquatics section. Kyouka wanted to see otters, and Ranpo wanted to see penguins. Dazai is fairly certain Fukuzawa just wanted to see the other two happy.

Yosano, Tanizaki, and Kenji moved off into the reptilian section, with Kenji mostly leading the way, and Tanizaki clearly nervous.

That left Atsushi, Akutagawa, Kunikida, and Dazai together.

Dazai was fairly certain Kunikida wouldn’t let Dazai alone in a public ever, so he expected this.

Atsushi held onto Akutagawa’s hand, and led them out into the big cats section.

Dazai and Kunikida followed suit.

One way or another, Kunikida and Atsushi trailed off more towards the lions, while Akutagawa seemed mesmerized by the tiger exhibit.

Dazai stayed back, standing beside Akutagawa and watching him intently. He occasionally glanced back at the tiger exhibit, of the tiger just happily basking in the sun. A smile came to Dazai’s face.

“You like tigers?” Dazai asked, to which Akutagawa nodded.

“I thought you knew that,” he replied, looking down at the locket around his neck and fidgeting with it.

It was a golden heart locket, the chain tucked underneath the collar of his short sleeved white blouse. Dazai was pretty certain there was likely a photo of Gin inside the locket, since the two siblings separated, though he had never actually seen it. The most notable part about the necklace was more of the charm on it, next to the locket. It was a simple charm, half of the full yin and yang symbol, the dark side of it.

Dazai had seen Atsushi with the other half of the symbol, clipped onto one of his handmade bracelets that Kyouka had given him.

“Well, I assumed you did,” Dazai replied, half mindedly running a hand through his curls, “Though I thought I’d confirm.”

“Why?” Akutagawa asked, looking up at Dazai in confusion, “What does it matter?”

“Why not?” Osamu replied with a chuckle, “You’re a part of the agency now, you’re like family. Why shouldn’t I know some things about you?”

Ryuunosuke glanced away, looking back at the tiger with a face of dismay.

“... I’m not used to that.”

“Used to what?”

“People wanting to know me as a person, and not just a weapon,” Akutagawa explained, followed by a soft sigh, “There wasn’t a point to getting to know me when I was in the Port Mafia, most of the people I met there were more interested in my ability than my person. Now that I’m here, it feels like whiplash.”

“Ah, I thought the same thing,” Dazai mused, propping up his face in his hands, “I used to be so angry with everyone at the agency, I’m not sure why. Everyone was kind to me, and yet, I still thought everyone there was out to get me… I suppose there probably is a reason I could figure out if I dig deep enough in my memories, but that never goes well.”

“Mm,” Akutagawa hummed in response, nodding along, “It may be… Strange to me as well, because I had never really had a family before.”

“Oh?”

“I barely knew my parents, and I hated them,” Akutagawa said, followed by a slight laugh, “I had always wondered why they bothered creating my sister and I if they were never going to care for us… Regardless, I didn’t know them long, as you know, I grew up on the streets.”

“I remember,” Dazai remarked, “You looked like a drowned rat when Odasaku and I first found you. I just about had to apprehend you to get you to take a bath.”

A smile appeared on Akutagawa’s face as he instantly hid it behind his hand, followed by a laugh.

Dazai stops mid thought at the sight, a certain unnamed emotion making its way into his chest, as if being hit with a sudden understanding.

For the first time in the six or seven years Dazai had probably known Akutagawa, it was the first time Dazai had seen pure joy on the other’s face.

Not fear, not unease, not stress, not anger.

Pure, and unfiltered joy.

It was almost hard to comprehend, Dazai had known this kid since he was fourteen, maybe fifteen, and never seen a genuine smile.

He almost felt like a proud parent, having taken in this kid off the streets and cared for him enough to finally feel joy again.

… Is this how Odasaku felt, all those years ago?

“Dazai?” Ryuunosuke asked, looking up at the brunette with curiosity.

Dazai snapped out of his thoughts, of his own epiphany and gave Akutagawa a smile.

“Hey, let’s go find Atsushi, alright?” He said, ruffling the smaller one’s hair as Akutagawa gave a nod.

They left the tiger exhibit, and met up with Atsushi and Kunikida at the center of the room. Atsushi had ran for Akutagawa instantly, catching the other in a practically bone-crushing hug.

“Ryuu! There you are, I was just about to text you!”

“I don’t answer my texts ever, jinko.”

“Well maybe you should! I’d like to know where you are sometimes!”

“No.”

Dazai looked at the two and laughed, then looked up at Kunikida and gave him a wave.

“Did you have fun, mister honey bunny?”

Kunikida rolled his eyes, “Call me that again and I’ll divorce you.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“I might,” Kunikida replied teasingly, “But yes, it was interesting. I take it that it was the same for you?”

Dazai nodded, glancing back at Akutagawa, who was now being clung to against his will.

“Yes, definitely,” Dazai replied, happily, “I learned Akutagawa likes tigers.”

“Ha,” Kunikida remarked, rolling his eyes as he glanced at Atsushi and Akutagawa, “Never would’ve expected that.”

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd dazai #osamu dazai #dazai osamu #kunikidazai #kunikida doppo #doppo kunikida #bsd kunikida #kunikida x dazai #nakajima atsushi #atsushi nakajima #shin soukoku #Ryunosuke Akutagawa #akutagawa ryunosuke #ryuunosuke akutagawa #atsushi x akutagawa #akuatsu

52 notes · View notes

patchwork-panda · 4 years

Text

If A Moment Is All We Are (18/?)

AO3 link: HERE

6:50 am

I snapped my phone shut and continued to wait.

Ten minutes early. Good.

I wasn’t working with Kunikida but he would definitely approve of my coming early if he were here. I’d tried calling Dazai as soon as I arrived but, predictably, he hadn’t picked up. He was probably still on his way or decided the water looked really nice this morning and jumped into the river (Atsushi had warned me via text last night that Dazai had done at least this three times already), in which case, I’d have to go find him. But I could worry about that later. Since I was here a little early...

Scanning my surroundings, I grinned and switched my phone to camera mode.

Surprisingly, this was the first time one of my jobs had taken me to Minato Mirai, the most famous district in Yokohama; so far, the closest I’d been to this place since joining the Agency was when Yosano had dragged me to Motomachi shopping district for my makeover—which was still several stops away. I shifted my bag over my shoulder and started snapping photos, not caring that I looked like an excitable tourist.

I hadn’t been to Minato Mirai in years and it was such a beautiful day. The skies overhead were a beautiful pastel-blue, with not a cloud to be seen and faint hints of purple and orange visible on the distant horizon. The ocean, or what I could see of it from here, anyway, was a deep sparkling sapphire blue. Even the tops of the gray and white buildings were still dyed in subtle shades of pink and gold from the remnants of dawn, like an image from a painting.

I should’ve woken up even earlier; then I could’ve run down to the pier for even more photos. If I got some good shots, maybe I could use them as reference images—or background images for my laptop or phone. Maybe I could even send a few to Kunikida! I’m sure he would appreciate some beautiful images of a beautiful morning!

Warmth bloomed in my chest at the thought of surprising Kunikida with a nice good morning text, complete with a freshly shot photo nice enough to put on a postcard.

I sighed.

He worked really hard, Kunikida... I forgot who, but someone at the Agency had told me he spent his mornings meditating. He was always so focused, so dedicated... I hoped he was able to take some time to relax here and there. I checked the time again.

6:55 am.

Still early. He was probably still meditating right now (and I didn’t want to interrupt) so I set a reminder for myself to send him the text around eight, when he got into the office. A nice greeting so he could get a great start to a hopefully great day.

I smiled and kept shooting.

As my camera slowly focused on a distant landmark, the familiar shape of an enormous Ferris Wheel appeared on my screen: one of Yokohama’s most iconic attractions, Cosmo Clock 21. I paused to stare at it. I’d gone for a ride on the Cosmo Clock once with some classmates, back when I’d first moved to Yokohama. Although we’d had a pretty good time, I’d always wanted to go back, preferably on a date, and not just any date... a date with someone special, at night, when we could rise above the lights of the city and find ourselves sitting amongst the stars...

If only that someone special could be Kunikida Doppo...

“Ku-su-no-ki-kuuuuun!!”

I sighed as the image of the Ferris wheel was blocked from view by a pair of twinkling brown eyes.

Dazai.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?”

“Good morning, Dazai-san,” I answered in greeting, putting away my phone without taking the picture (it was too far away anyway). Staring up at him, I crossed my arms.

“You’re late.”

“Oh! Were you looking at the Cosmo Clock?” Dazai asked, moving to stand next to me, not even bothering to respond to my accusation.

He shielded his eyes with one hand and stared out into the distance at the tall metal structure.

“It’s definitely a sight to see at night when it’s all lit up and colorful but it’s pretty nice in the morning too...”

His brown eyes flicked down to meet mine and he smiled softly.

“A great place for a date, don’t you think?”

I glanced up at him. Standing next to him in the middle of the sidewalk on a beautiful day like this, I couldn’t help being reminded of the moment we’d first met. He gave off a different vibe in the early morning light, with the soft ocean breeze tugging at his messy brown locks and his irises glowing a rich, warm amber as he held my gaze.

Why was a man like Dazai Osamu blessed with such a beautiful face?

When he smiled at me like that, it was almost enough to make me forget all the teasing and practical jokes...

Almost...

“Yeah,” Dazai murmured, more to himself than to me as he returned his attention to the Ferris wheel. As if on cue, he continued, “Cosmo Clock 21 seems like a great place to commit suicide. I bet if I threw myself out of the top car, I would die the instant my body hit the pavement.”

I grimaced. I could all too easily picture an overly excitable Dazai opening the control panel inside his car, finding some way to override the safety protocols and swan-diving out of his car the instant he got to the top of the wheel.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t off yourself this morning,” I said, covertly looking him up and down.

Good. It didn’t look like he’d gone for a swim in the river this morning. His clothes were dry and his entire ensemble looked like it had been recently cleaned. Our fancy downtown client should be pleased...

“If you had, you would’ve made my life a lot more difficult,” I sighed.

Dazai’s eyes widened.

“Kusunoki-kun...!” he whispered.

At once, he gathered my hands in his.

“I didn’t know you cared!” he whispered, his eyes sparkling joyfully as they stared into mine. “If you’d like, I’d be more than happy to take you to the Ferris wheel, maybe even accompany you to the afterlife—”

“That’s not what I was talking about,” I said casually, snatching my hands away with barely a hint of a blush. “What I meant to say was that I don’t know anything about this case we’ve been assigned to. I was just told to come here and meet you at seven in the morning, speaking of which...”

I flicked out my phone and shoved it in his face.

“You’re ten minutes late! You better have a good excuse for this because it’s going in the report. When Kunikida-san—no, President Fukuzawa reads it—”

“But Kusunoki-kun,” Dazai said, sounding surprised, “I was here early! In fact, I got here before you did and decided to make a convenience store run. See? I even got you coffee!”

He started rummaging through a small plastic bag that I hadn’t noticed he was carrying and pulled out a small canned latte. I was taken aback.

“Huh?” was all I could say as Dazai put the cold drink in my hands.

“What am I supposed to do with you, Kusunoki-kun?” Dazai sighed, shaking his head. “Here I am, trying to be a good mentor by making sure you got up in time for your next big case but what happens when I call you? Every single one of my well-meaning wake-up calls went straight to voicemail! I bet you didn’t even check your inbox this morning when you woke up.”

He was right. I hadn’t. As he spied the guilty look on my face, Dazai crossed his bandaged arms and pouted.

“And to think,” he said sullenly, “the first thing my kohai says to me when I come back, after waiting such a long time in those long morning lines is ‘you’re late?’”

He shook his head again and out of guilt, I dropped my gaze, only to stare right at the cold beverage in my hands. At once, the sense of guilt mutated into shame.

“I... I’m sorry,” I mumbled, bowing my head slightly. “It’s just... after the exam...”

Dazai gasped.

“Wait a minute... Are you blocking my calls?”

“Not exactly...”

Truth was, I’d actually put my phone into airplane mode last night after finishing up my texts with Atsushi because I didn’t want to receive any annoying late-night texts from Dazai or get pranked first thing in the morning again. Thanks to that, I’d gotten a full night’s rest (and before a Dazai case, no less!) but at what cost...?

“Airplane mode, huh?” Dazai pieced together and I winced. “That’s cold, Kusunoki-kun. Do you dislike me that much?”

“I said I was sorry!” I protested as he shook his head again, “And the first thing I said to you when you showed up was ‘good morning,’ not just ‘you’re late!’ And I really did mean it when I said I was glad you didn’t off yourself—Dazai-san, I—!”

I felt the words catching in my throat but I needed to get them out.

I couldn’t let Dazai think I hated him.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my hands balling into fists and I spoke in a rush:

“I don’t dislike you at all—! In fact, I—”

But before I could finish, something warm descended on the top of my head and when I looked up, I realized it was Dazai’s hand.

“I know,” he chuckled, ruffling my hair. “I was just messing with you. Don’t worry about it.”

He smiled. He was looking right at me but there was something wistful and faraway in his expression; I couldn’t place it.

“I know you don’t hate me,” he said quietly, still smiling that odd smile. “I just wanted my cute kohai to think better of me, is all.”

He folded up the convenience store bag and stuffed it into his coat.

“Let’s just go see the client, alright?”

“Dazai-san...”

Did it bother him that much that I didn’t pick up his calls? Was I being too harsh on him...?

As I watched him walk away, the tails of his trench coat flapping in the morning breeze, I slowly lifted my fingers to my lips.

And what was I about to say just before he stopped me?

Feeling oddly flustered, I directed my attention back to the can in my hands. It was still cold and my mouth felt oddly dry after that whole exchange. Not wanting to think about it any further, I pulled on the tab, opening the can of coffee with a sharp pop—and something big, black and hairy shot out of the can.

I screamed and dropped the can. As I stood there in the middle of the street, clutching my heart and panting like a dog, I heard a snort and looked up just in time to see Dazai burst into laughter.

“That was amazing!” he choked, clutching his stomach, “Absolutely priceless! I should take a photo of your face, this belongs in a museum—”

“What the hell?!” I screeched, flushing in anger as Dazai doubled over, howling with laughter as suit-wearing morning commuters and tourists alike stopped to stare at us.

“Well,” Dazai chortled, barely stifling his laughter behind his bandaged hands, “I could have gotten you a real coffee but then I thought, what kind of senpai would I be if I didn’t give you a real wake-up call?”

He dissolved into laughter once again and, bristling with rage, I snatched the can off the ground and lifted it to my face. It was one of those spring toys in a can, disguised to look like real food and designed to scare the living daylights out of whoever was foolish enough to open it. The hairy black thing I’d seen was nothing more than a plush spider toy with googly eyes and pipe-cleaner legs, bouncing about from the open end of the can. And as Dazai’s laughter echoed in my ears, one corner of the label peeled off; he had taken the label off a real can of coffee and stuck it to the outside of this toy. Which left only one question.

“Why is this thing cold?!” I roared, hurling the can at Dazai’s face as his laughter finally subsided.

“Oho, very observant, Kusunoki-kun!” Dazai cried, easily dodging my attack. “I knew I’d have to go above and beyond to fool you, so I stuck this can in the ice cream freezer at the convenience store before bringing it over!”

“You what?!”

“Oh, don’t glare at me like that,” Dazai waved me off, “Think of it as a compliment that I’d go to such lengths to trick you. But enough about that. We’re late and we really shouldn’t keep the client waiting. Wouldn’t be good for the Agency’s reputation, you know? Come on!”

Glowering and cursing under my breath, I hiked my bag higher over my shoulder and swore never to accept any presents from Dazai in the future, no matter how small or insignificant.

***

“Kusunoki-kun...”

Dazai sounded pretty dejected but I refused to look at him. I would not be fooled by those big brown puppy-dog eyes twice in the same morning.

“I get that you’re mad but you don’t have to stand that far away from me...”

“I’m not standing far away from you at all,” I replied coolly. “In fact, if I could, I’d actually be standing much further away but unfortunately, there’s not that much room in this elevator...”

“And you say you’re not cold,” Dazai mumbled.

I could actually hear the pout in his voice but I just rolled my eyes and ignored him.

After that stunt he pulled with the fake coffee, I was half-seriously considering returning to the Agency and asking to be reassigned. But then I realized that if I went back, I might run into Kunikida and be forced to admit (to my crush) that I couldn’t handle being on a case with Dazai for even an hour... And I’d rather throw myself off the top of the Ferris wheel than face Kunikida’s disappointment. So I settled for refusing to talk to Dazai as much as I possibly could, even as I followed him into the maze of buildings and crosswalks downtown with no idea of our destination.

Unfortunately for me, Dazai looked so happy about the results of his prank that he didn’t seem to mind that I was barely speaking to him. Every once in a while, he’d look over his shoulder to check that I was still following along and shoot me a cheerful grin every time he did. He kept this up until we stopped before a tall, strikingly rectangular building bearing the name “Tanaka Investments” in glossy white lettering. Like the other buildings downtown, the structure seemed to be made entirely of black and gray tinted glass instead of metal but I only had a few seconds to peer up at it before the crowd of morning commuters pushed us forward and into the building.

Together, Dazai and I streamed in through the main entrance, along with a gaggle of the building’s employees, heading, it seemed, towards the elevators in the back. As we got in, I noticed Dazai getting an occasional odd look at the bandages around his neck and arms but other than that, the workers seemed to pay us no mind; overall, they seemed pretty busy with their phones and schedules. When the girl nearest the elevator buttons happened to glance his way, Dazai instantly brightened up.

“Top floor, please,” he said, smiling pleasantly and the girl instantly blushed and hurried to push the button he’d requested.

Rolling my eyes, I quietly navigated my way towards the back of the elevator, purposefully turning the other way when I noticed Dazai looking for me. If he asked, I’d tell him I was doing this out of courtesy and that I was just trying to stay out of the way of the other building employees. However, the truth was, I was hoping to put as much distance between me and Dazai as possible and I made no move to hide the tiny smile that popped up on my face as more and more people packed into the elevator between us.

But as we climbed higher and higher through the building, the crowd began to thin and eventually the number of people standing between me and Dazai slowly dwindled to zero. That’s when he started trying to get my attention again...

“Come on, Kusunoki-kun,” Dazai wheedled, “If you’re not going to look at me, you could at least move a little closer so I don’t have to shout for you to hear me. I still need to tell you about the client.”

“I can hear you just fine from over here,” I stated flatly, staring resolutely at the numbers above the door as the elevator continued to rise.

“Come on, please?”

I didn’t budge.

“Please? Pretty please, pretty lady?”

Crossing my arms, I scowled. This was nothing like the time I’d taken the tiny elevator up to the Agency office with Kunikida... Nothing at all...

What I wouldn’t give to be in here with Kunikida instead... He wouldn’t whine and pester me like this. And he wouldn’t have pranked me this morning either. I closed my eyes and let a small, happy smile cross my face.

Hmm... then again, if it was Kunikida, I wouldn’t mind getting a little closer...

“Alright then,” Dazai sighed, finally realizing I wasn’t going to move at all. “If you won’t come to me...”

I heard a series of soft, echoing clicks from Dazai’s dress shoes as he slowly approached me from the opposite corner of the elevator.

“Then I’ll just have to come to you.”

His voice was low, sultry... just like it was yesterday afternoon, when he’d backed me up against the locked conference room door and whispered softly into my ear...

“...I’d like you to do something for me.”

I could still feel the warmth of his breath against my cheek, see the softly heated look in his deep brown eyes... His lips parted smoothly into that relaxed, easy smile...

“Come away with me...”

It was so cold the night he walked me home. The brightness of his smile had not been enough to obscure the shadows in his eyes...

Forever.

I came to with a sharp gasp, abruptly realizing that Dazai was about two seconds away from trapping me against a wall the way he’d done twice already. In a flustered panic, I uprooted my feet and tried to make a break for it—

—only to crash right into Dazai.

“Kusunoki-kun!”

His eyebrows shot up into his hair as I bounced off of him with a painful smack and his smirk widened into an ecstatic grin.

“Were you looking for a hug?” he asked, opening his arms wide. “I’d love one!”

“Oh, shut up,” I groaned, rubbing my nose where it’d collided with his chest. “Just tell me about the client already.”

Dazai wilted.

“You sure you don’t want a hug?”

“I’m sure. Case briefing, please?”

Dazai sighed heavily. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and shot me a disappointed look.

“Yosano-sensei was right...” he mumbled, kicking an invisible pebble on the floor. “If you spend too much time with Kunikiiiiiida-kun, you really will turn into a four-eyed workhorse too.”

“Will you stop insulting Kunikida-san and just tell me about the client?! We’re almost at the top floor and I still don’t know who we’re meeting with!”

As if on cue, the elevator suddenly stopped moving. Thinking we’d arrived at the top floor, I looked up at the display above the door, only to see that we were still ten stories away. I turned to Dazai but he just yawned widely and stretched his bandaged arms high above his head as a sound like a buzzer sounded throughout our hollow metal chamber. There was a quiet cough and then a voice crackled to life over an unseen speaker.

“Identification, please.”

“We’re from the Armed Detective Agency,” Dazai said before I could answer. “We were asked to meet with a client on the top floor this morning.”

There was a pause and then the voice spoke again, more irritated this time.

“You’re late.”

I heard another loud buzz and with the tiniest of tremors, the elevator started moving again. I stared at Dazai.

“Who... are we meeting with...?”

He shot me a grin.

“The company president,” he answered, tucking his hands back into his pockets. “Tanaka Ichiro.”

There was a soft chime and as I turned just in time to see the elevator doors sliding open with a faint whoosh. I peered out beyond the doors into what appeared to be a very bright light and I raised my hands up to shield my eyes. When my eyes had settled, I realized I was staring into an enormous, empty lobby, one with very high walls and very pale coloring.

Silently, I followed Dazai out of the elevator and into the monochrome chamber, the heels of our shoes making sharp, echoing clicks against the hard, shiny surface of what seemed to be a faux-white-marble floor. All around us were large, rectangular tinted windows, each as high as the ceiling itself, where a modern-looking geometric chandelier, if you could call it that, hung in the very center of the room.

Below it, was a single desk, made of the exact same material as the floor, and it was so seamlessly integrated with the surroundings that I wouldn’t have been surprised if they were all carved from a single stone. Everything was spotless and polished to a shine and I looked out the windows to see sweeping views of the ocean and Mirato Mirai on one side and the rest of downtown Yokohama on the other.

Standing behind the desk was a very cross-looking man in a gray suit and tie with slicked-back black hair and thin rectangular glasses perched on his long, thin nose; with his narrowed eyes and set, square jaw, he looked especially forbidding where Kunikida merely looked strict. I decided to hang back a little as Dazai approached the desk.

“Morning,” Dazai greeted, with a casual wave of his half-bandaged hand. “You’re the gatekeeper?”

“My name is Shimada,” the man replied, his lips barely moving as he spoke, “President Tanaka’s personal bodyguard.”

One of his thick black eyebrows rose higher on his forehead and he shifted a little, his hand going to his belt as he studied Dazai and then me. His expression soured slightly.

“You’re... the detectives?”

If Dazai was insulted at his tone, he didn’t show it. While I discreetly examined my outfit for any sign of dirt, Dazai grinned broadly at him and stepped forward.

“That’s right.”

He draped the crook of his bandaged elbow over the top of the desk and as he leaned his weight on it, Shimada’s jaw tightened visibly.

“We’re the detectives,” Dazai said smoothly, “Sorry we’re late.”

“The President is a busy man,” Shimada said icily. “He cannot afford to be kept waiting. Time is money, you know.”

“Of course,” Dazai chirped, deliberately rubbing his dingy-looking bandages against the countertop and for a brief moment, I actually felt sorry for Shimada.

That moment ended when I saw Shimada reach inside his desk and before I knew what was happening, he whipped out a thick black rod and swung it towards Dazai’s head.

“Dazai!!”

I rushed forward, intent on pushing Dazai out of harm’s way but the tell-tale crack of metal against skull never came. The rod came to an abrupt stop just a centimeter away from Dazai’s temple, barely ruffling the hairs on his head and as I looked on in shock, I saw Dazai’s grin widen.

He hadn’t moved at all...!

“I see the reputation of the Armed Detective Agency is well-earned,” Shimada muttered under his breath.

He moved the rod away and as he did so, I realized that I wasn’t looking at an actual weapon but at a handheld metal detector. Still wearing that shit-eating grin, Dazai stood up straight and put out his arms as Shimada came out from behind the desk and began scanning him. When he was satisfied that Dazai was carrying no weapons, Shimada nodded and went back to his desk.

“You will show President Tanaka your utmost respect while you are talking to him,” Shimada said, putting away the detector. “See to it that you don’t waste his time.”

Keeping his right hand against his belt, Shimada pushed a button from somewhere inside his desk and the closed black-paneled doors behind him opened at last.

“Thanks,” Dazai chirped.

He patted Shimada on the shoulder as he passed by and I saw the man flinch.

Taking a deep breath, I hiked my bag a little higher over my shoulder and stepped forward, preparing to be scanned as well. But to my surprise, Shimada barely gave me a second glance before putting down his metal detector and gestured for me to step through the doors as well.

“You’re not going to scan me?” I asked, confused.

Shimada shook his head.

“I don’t need to.”

“W-why not?” I asked, my grip tightening on my bag.

I don’t like his tone...

“Because,” Shimada stated simply, “you’re not a threat.”

I bristled.

“How do you know I’m not carrying a weapon?”

Shimada’s lip curled unpleasantly.

“Because if you were,” he said, a nasty sneer blooming on his face, “You would’ve used it on me to save your partner. Now are you going in or not?”

“I—”

“Kusunoki-kun.”

A weight settled around my shoulder and I looked up to see that Dazai had thrown his arm around me. He pulled me in close, effectively tugging me away from the sneering Shimada and guided me towards the doors.

“You heard the man,” Dazai said, his voice sounding right next to my ear, “We’ve got a client to see.”

And as he led me away, I glanced back at Shimada, only to see that the man had a gun in his hand.

My eyes widened.

“D-Dazai-san—” I whispered, looking up at him in alarm.

But Dazai merely smiled and put his finger to his lips.

“I’ll explain later,” his expression seemed to say.

Swallowing, I nodded and shot another furtive look over my shoulder at Shimada, who was now scrubbing at the counter top with a wet wipe, where Dazai had leaned against it and smudged its pristine, white surface.

The black paneled doors closed behind us and we found ourselves in a much smaller room, one that so resembled a normal office that it made the outside lobby and the whole thing with the elevator seem even stranger by contrast. The walls were lined with bookshelves full of thick binders and leather-bound books and there was a polished wooden desk in the middle of the room, under which was an exquisitely patterned Persian rug. Sitting at this desk with his hands folded in front of him was a rather cheerful-looking man in his mid-thirties. There was a streak of white in his otherwise brown hair and as we approached the desk, he stood to greet us.

“You must be the detectives,” he said, spreading his arms. “Welcome, welcome. I am Tanaka Ichiro, the president of this fine establishment. Please, have a seat. Make yourselves comfortable.”

As he moved out a little from behind the desk, I thought I saw something in the trash can nearby, something with black feathers...

I heard my own sharp intake of breath when I realized it was a dead bird and upon hearing me, Tanaka’s smile widened; he pulled the trash can out of sight and quickly sat back down.

“May I offer you some refreshment?” Tanaka asked, “Hot tea, perhaps?”

“N-no thanks,” I mumbled, still wondering about the dead bird.

“Then I could turn up the heat,” Tanaka offered, “if you’re cold.”

“Huh? It’s not...”

I trailed off as Dazai tightened his grip around me to give me a brief around the shoulders hug.

Oh.

Dazai took his arm off of me before I could throw it off for him and bowed politely, forcing me to follow suit.

“Dazai Osamu and Kusunoki Kyou of the Armed Detective Agency at your service,” he said smoothly, suddenly sounding just as professional as Kunikida. “What can we do for you?”

Tanaka pointed to the two chairs on our side of the desk and Dazai and I sat.

“I do believe we are short on time,” Tanaka said, as I shot Dazai a nasty look, “so I’ll get right to the point. Over the last few months, we’ve seen a series of thefts take place at the company but the thief has only stolen money from a single account. Unfortunately, it is a rather important account—one we use to pay our yearly business expenses.”

He took out a plain manila folder from his desk and slid it towards us. Dazai took it but opened it up in a way that I’d have to scoot towards him to read it. Struggling not to roll my eyes, I pushed my chair towards his.

“That first page will show you screenshots of the account in question, month to month,” Tanaka continued. “As you can see, it’s no small amount that was taken.”

My eyes widened.

Holy shit. There had been enough here to cover my yearly rent ten times over. What sort of business expenses would cost so much?!

“It’s been drained,” Dazai said, flipping the page. “Several times. You didn’t increase security around the account the first time it happened?”

“We did,” Tanaka admitted, “but the thief somehow got around the changes every single time. We can’t change the account for reasons I won’t go into but it’s baffling to say the least.”

“Thief...” I said slowly, glancing up at Tanaka. “Why do you say ‘thief,’ as if you’re certain it’s one person? Did you already have someone in mind?”

Tanaka rubbed his chin. He looked pleased.

“Very good. We do, actually,” he said. “Turn to the third page.”

I flipped through the file to see a picture of an older man, somewhere around Mrs. Yamazaki’s age, if I had to guess. He wore a pair of large, clunky square glasses, making his already dark, tiny eyes appear even darker and tinier and beneath his slightly hooked nose he had a bushy mustache and beard with streaks of gray. In all honesty, he looked a little like a Japanese Santa Claus.

I squinted at it.

Tsushima looked vaguely familiar, although at the moment, I couldn’t quite place where I’d seen him. Had I passed him in the street before?

“That is Tsushima Shuji, one of our best and highest ranking accountants. He had access to every account in this investment company, including our most secretive business dealings and he disappeared about a month ago without a trace.” “Right when the last theft took place,” Dazai said.

“Correct,” Tanaka replied. “We think he had something to do with it but we haven’t been able to find him. We ran our own internal investigations, of course, but so far it’s turned up nothing. Normally, at this point in time, we’d be asking the Yokohama Police Department to investigate but the situation is rather delicate.”

“I see,” Dazai mumbled. “So you want us to find this Tsushima Shuji.”

“And recover the money.”

Tanaka steepled his fingers together and looked at us.

“We are a highly successful investment firm but we do still have debts to pay. And they must be paid very, very soon if this company is to survive...”

“It’s almost the first of next month,” I pieced together aloud, flipping through the printouts. “You want us to solve this case before the account can be drained again.”

“Exactly.”

Tanaka looked down at his wrist, where a clunky gold watch gleamed alongside his cufflinks.

“Forgive me for my rudeness, but we are out of time. I cannot, unfortunately, provide anything more for you than these printouts due to the security issues around the account and the employee files. But I think this should be enough to start with. If you need more, please, don’t hesitate to give myself or Shimada-san a call.”

“Of course.”

I swept the folder full of files into my messenger bag and stood to take the pair of business cards from Tanaka.

As I reached up to pinch the cards between my fingers, taking care to avoid touching any part of Tanaka’s skin, his shrewd brown eyes swept over me.

“Kusunoki-san, was it?” he asked, as I half-nodded, half-bowed. “I don’t think I’ve heard your name before. Are you new to the Armed Detective Agency?”

“Somewhat,” I mumbled, avoiding his probing gaze.

I didn’t feel like answering any further but Tanaka wasn’t finished with me yet.

“I see,” Tanaka continued, peering more closely at me.

He looked like he was trying to figure out if he’d seen me before but to the best of my recollection, this was my first time meeting him. His smile held no warmth.

“Have you been enjoying your time with the Agency so far?”

I honestly wasn’t sure how to answer that and I really didn’t like the way he was looking at me. But before I could speak, I felt Dazai put his hand on my shoulder.

“Kusunoki-kun is our valued colleague,” the bandaged detective said, directing his full attention towards Tanaka. “We’re really lucky to have her.”

Dazai smiled and without meaning to, I flinched. This wasn’t the usual, cheerful smile I’d gotten used to seeing from Dazai. No. The look in his eyes was cold and calculating and his smile seemed to function more as a warning than a gesture of good will. I forced myself to keep still as Dazai turned those frigid brown eyes on me.

“We should get going,” Dazai said gently, the warmth in his expression returning the instant his eyes met mine.

I nodded.

“Tanaka-san, we’ll check in with you in a few days?”

“Please do,” Tanaka replied.

Polite bows were exchanged once again and Dazai and I turned around to leave. Dazai’s large, half-bandaged hand remained on my shoulder and I could still feel Tanaka’s eyes on me as we departed. However, after seeing the look on Dazai’s face as he’d stared Tanaka down, I couldn’t tell if the weight of the man’s hand on my shoulder was comforting or not. I found myself unable to move any closer to him.

Dazai didn’t drop his hand until we were well out into the lobby, but just after he did, Tanaka called out to us once again.

“Oh and Dazai-san? Kusunoki-san?”

We turned and Tanaka’s smile widened.

“Best of luck,” he said as those black-paneled doors came to a close.

***

“This could get dangerous for you, Kusunoki-kun,” Dazai said as we exited the building.

“How so?”

In the seemingly short time we’d spent in Tanaka’s office, the sun had climbed a little higher in the sky, warming the downtown zone by that much more. I found myself wishing Dazai had actually brought me an iced coffee instead of a joke toy this morning and was about to shrug off my light coat when I noticed Dazai was watching me. I kept the coat on as we walked down the street.

“Is this about Tanaka-san?” I asked.

Or the way he’d looked at me?

“Not quite.”

Dazai paused to study me.

“Let me ask you... What do you think that account was used for? The ‘business expense account.’ It’s a lot of money, don’t you think?”

I shrugged. I was avoiding his gaze and I knew that Dazai could tell but if it bothered him, he didn’t let it show.

“Tanaka said it was for business expenditures, didn’t he?” I answered, hiking the strap of my bag a little higher over my shoulder as it slipped. “I can’t say I know much about investment firms but I wouldn’t be surprised if these were for another company they’re working with.”

I paused.

“Why do you ask? Do you think this account’s being used for something else?”

“Sort of.”

We paused at the crosswalk as the light turned red and Dazai dropped his voice so low it was actually hard to hear him.

“It’s been a while since I’ve heard someone refer to it as a ‘business expenditure,’ but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were paying back either debts or protection money to the Port Mafia. Many businesses in this area are, especially some of the bigger ones with more complicated connections.”

He jerked his thumb back towards the building.

“How do you think such a newly established investment firm got so big so quick that they ended up moving into one of the bigger buildings downtown, right in the middle of Port Mafia turf?”

I balked.

“Seriously?”

Dazai nodded and I took a moment to think.

“So if that’s true then that means...” I thought aloud, “the person stealing from this account...”

“He’s stealing directly from the Port Mafia,” Dazai finished for me.

No sooner had Dazai finished speaking than a sound like a thunderclap echoed throughout the streets. Tremors shook the ground and as I fought to regain my footing, I turned around just in time to see columns of thick, black smoke pouring out of the shattered windows of the top floor of Tanaka Investments.

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #dazai x oc #dazai #dazai x reader #fanfiction

25 notes · View notes

crimson-snowfall · 4 years

Text

Ikemen Vampire: Language of Flowers - Arthur

Flower: Sweet Alyssum

Meaning/Symbolism: Worth beyond beauty

Word Count: 898

Arthur is in one of those days again where he would barely leave his room. Writer’s block is the biggest fear of all authors, you know that very well, but you couldn’t quite believe it the first time you saw the great Arthur Conan Doyle suffer from it.

So for these occasions, you brew him the coffee beans you’ve grown yourself in one of the mansion’s gardens. Coffee beans normally grow exclusively on tropical regions, but if vampires can exist then making coffee beans grow on French soil is no impossibility. Especially if Leonardo Da Vinci himself does something about the soil and growing conditions for you as a favor.

You bring the freshly brewed coffee to Arthur’s room, only to find him fast asleep, his head resting on top of his manuscripts. You set the little tray down on his coffee table then took the seat next to him.

It should be illegal for anyone to be this gorgeous, you thought as you marveled on how handsome your lover is even in his sleep. Does Arthur even know how much of a temptation he is? Perhaps he does, he’s a notorious flirt after all and he sure as hell put into good use that pretty face he has.

You take off his glasses that he had fallen asleep on and moved his hair out of the way so you can have a better look on him. When Arthur is peacefully asleep like that… he looks more like the person he deliberately hides from everyone.

“Am I so dashing you can’t help but ogle me in my sleep?” Mischievous sapphire eyes peeked at you sleepily and a naughty smile crept up your lover’s pretty face. You thank the universe again and again for giving you the opportunity to call the man before you as yours.

“Oh please, Arthur. You’re more than dashing.” You tried to sound sarcastic, but you meant what you said.

Arthur may be magnificent and all, but there’s more to him than meets the eye. He may try to hide it behind a frivolous exterior, but you’ve seen through him a long time ago. That’s how you know that Arthur is even more beautiful on the inside. For you, who in your life has been saved countless times by stories, there’s nothing more noble and mesmerizing than a man who writes his stories just to make people smile.

You offer the still warm cup of coffee to Arthur. He took a sip, and his caffeine addiction quickly kicked in and the coffee was gone in a matter of minutes. Your lover had a satisfied expression in his face as he set down the empty cup on the coffee table. He went over you and scooped you up in his arms so he can take your seat and have you straddle on his lap.

“I always love your coffee, but the ones you’ve grown yourself taste so much better. I wonder why?” Arthur mindlessly ran a finger over the what little bare skin he can from your fairly modest blouse.

“I don’t know. Maybe because you know it’s grown by me? I bet you wouldn’t have noticed the difference if you didn’t find out I’ve been growing it.”

Unsatisfied, Arthur slowly began unbuttoning your blouse. “Just who do you take me for, luv? And the correct answer to the question is none other than…” in one swift motion, you felt his tongue run over the skin between your breasts, as though to give emphasis on his next words, “because you’re godly delicious as well.”

“Oh dear, don’t you think someone getting way too sidetracked from his writing?” You didn’t miss the fraction of a moment shift in his eyes, after all of all the people you’ve met in your life, Arthur has the most honest eyes.

“But luv, you’re the main course. It goes the other way round. I’m being sidetracked from you instead.” Arthur gently pulled you down into a hot, searing kiss. The movements of his tongue are clumsier than usual, so it was easy for you to tell that he hasn’t had a good rest in the last few days.

“How much left until you finish that manuscript?” You managed to ask in between kisses.

“Not much luv… just half a page and I’ll be done.” Arthur continued the assault of his lips on your neck instead.

“Then what about this, once you–mmmh, Arthur!” You yanked him off your skin so you can communicate your words better.

“Once you finish it, I’ll let you do anything you want with me today.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Arthur had a devious grin as he took you up on your offer. You got off his lap and buttoned up your blouse.

“Luv, you spoil me too much. I would’ve had finished it today either way, and you know that.” Arthur gave you an affectionate peck on the cheeks before returning to his seat and getting back to work.

“You think so? Then just consider it as your reward for… being such a wonderful person, Arthur.”

Arthur just gave you a small incredulous smile, but you definitely heard him mutter under his breath. “I may be dashing, but I’m not wonderful at all, really.”

That’s when you decided you’ll carve appreciation into his heart later if that’s what it takes for him to realize his worth. Even if it makes him cry.

898 words... my bias really shows, huh.

More on this series: [[Napoleon]] [[Mozart]] [[Leonardo]] [[Vincent]] [[Theodorus]] [[Isaac]] [[Dazai]] [[Jean]] [[William]] [[Comte de Saint Germain]] [[Sebastian]] [[Vlad]]

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen series #ikevamp arthur #ikemen vampire arthur #ikevamp language of flowers #ikevamp fanfic #ikevamp fanfiction #ikemen vampire fanfic #ikemen vampire fanfiction #ikemen fanfiction #ikemen fanfic

144 notes · View notes

izanyas · 6 years

Text

Margin Of Error (Part I)

So I bet you weren’t expecting this to grow into a 20k word monster, huh??? Well me neither

Rating: T Words: 10,300 Warnings: past abuse, mild gore, none of this is medically accurate in any way.

Margin Of Error Part I

Dazai had floated in and out of consciousness since the gunshot, torn with pain through all of his torso and mind too numb to form so much as a coherent thought, but he still recognized the wrongness of his environment as soon as Gin and Higuchi dragged him out of the car.

"This isn't Yosano's office," he mumbled.

The words felt like glue in his mouth, stuck together for lack of ability to articulate. They both still understood him just fine, which shot some sort of bright affectionate feeling through his mind.

Weird.

"Yosano is compromised," Higuchi said matter-of-factly. "Our allies in Tokyo recommended this place, remember? Said they wouldn't make a fuss."

Dazai gargled something. He wasn't sure what he meant by it.

He still managed to shake off Gin when she tried to grab his legs and lift him up. If he was going to be tended to in an unfamiliar place, he wanted to come in on his own feet. He didn't fancy anyone other than Yosano sneering at him for being weak.

Gin shrugged, and muttered, "Stupid."

Wherever they were was obviously a long way from Yokohama. The very air lacked the sting of salt, felt heavier with streetly smells, with gas and heat. Dazai had not stopped sweating icily all over himself since that cut in his shoulder, and now that same sweat stuck shirt and slacks to skin uncomfortably, chafing with every step. That was almost worse than the pain in his side—the nausea, the bright burn through his veins whose origin was easy to guess at.

He faded off, grinning slackly, once they reached the lobby of the clinic. He thought he saw a flash of color by the entrance, the glowing ember of a cigarette being crushed underfoot as whoever had smoked it hurried inside, and then a voice—"Get a stretcher."

Then he passed out.

He came to inside a corner of the ER, laid onto a scratchy bed whose sheets made the fire of the poison inside him flare, Higuchi and Gin standing guard by his sides. Privacy screens separated him from the rest of the room, but not enough that he could not hear the low moans of other occupants, or even the occasional snore. Considering that he was still dressed in blood-drenched clothes and in massive amounts of pain, he couldn't have been out for more than a few minutes.

Gin put a hand on his shoulder when he tried to rise up, shaking her head firmly. Dazai sighed and obediently let himself fall back onto his pillow. The air coming out of his lips burned in his throat the way firesmoke did.

The privacy curtain was shoved hastily aside, and a man wearing a nurse's uniform came in, carrying a tray full of menacing and glistening utensils and bottles.

They didn't gleam as nicely as his hair. Or his eyes.

"Hello, sweetheart," Dazai slurred happily. The man's very blue eyes shot to him immediately. "Not that I don't appreciate the sight, but I think I'm gonna need someone a little more experienced."

He didn't need to look aside to know that Higuchi was rubbing her face tiredly. It almost made him giggle.

The man didn't seem to find the situation so funny. "Bullet wound, right?" he asked, irritation flashing over his handsome face. "I need to prep you for surgery—"

Two guns were aimed at him before he could finish.

Dazai would have liked to take out his own, loath as he was to aim a weapon at someone so good-looking, but his arm shook before he could so much as reach for his holster. He satisfied himself with the sight he must make surrounded by two very powerful women in suits. "No surgery," he declared, fitting himself more comfortably against the rough pillow. He had never been so ill-bedded while Yosano was tending to him, and she was far from having the means that an actual clinic did. Was that where all the taxes he didn't pay go? "Get a doctor here to take this bullet out of me and stitch me up and I'll be out of your hands."

To his credit, the man never showed fear at all. He glared at Higuchi and Gin both and replied, "Get that shit out of my face."

They didn't obey, of course, but even Gin's aim faltered somewhat.

"Fine," the nurse continued, this time to Dazai. Dazai thought he would have felt shivers crawl up his back under the weight of his gaze if not for the fact that he was already shaking all over. "I'll get that bullet out."

"I said I wanted—"

"You get me or you get the fucking cops," the man cut in. His voice had a rough quality, a depth and scratchiness that Dazai would've liked to hear speaking other sorts of words. When he said, "Lie down," Dazai almost made a comment of the kind.

Gin prevented it by holding his shoulder warningly.

The nurse put a cap over his tied hair—what Dazai wouldn't give to see it untied, he thought drowsily—and pulled a pair of gloves out of a box set atop the wheeled table he had carried inside the booth. He leaned over Dazai, unhindered by the gun immediately pressed to his own side, and asked: "I suppose you don't want any anesthetics either?"

"That would be ideal, yes," Dazai replied with a smile. "I'm feeling a little paranoid, you see."

"Suit yourself. It's none of my business if you enjoy passing out from perfectly avoidable pain."

Dazai's next words died when the man pulled up his soiled shirt and touched the wound with his fingers; he couldn't have helped the wheeze of pain that shook him if his life depended on it, and the man made no comment, just kept applying careful pressure around the area until he seemed to find what he was looking for.

"You were shot from far away?" he asked, and wiped the blood off of his gloves to grab something from the table. It left it with a sickening click of metal. "The bullet's not too far in."

"About fifty meters, I believe."

The man looked at Higuchi and said, "Give him something to bite on. Piece of cloth or something." Then to Gin: "And you can both drop the guns and hold him down instead. If he moves too much it'll just make things worse."

Higuchi took off her jacket and twisted one of the sleeves into a tight line. Dazai opened his mouth when she handed it to him, and the taste and texture of cloth under his teeth only made his nausea stronger.

His chest was starting to burn, his heartbeat to speed up. That was probably a bad sign. Maybe he should say something about the poison.

Maybe I shouldn't, he thought, grinding his teeth onto Higuchi's jacket as the man next to him cleaned the wound and held it open with two fingers. He refused to look down at himself this time, not even for the pleasure of the nurse's handsome face. He stopped breathing when Gin and Higuchi's hands pushed down on his shoulders and hips in tandem.

"Not that you need the warning," the nurse said then, voice gone a tad gentler, "but this is going to hurt like hell. Try not to move."

He allowed Dazai a second to breathe before getting to work.

The first drag of metal inside the wound burned Dazai all the way to his throat. The cry he let out was smothered by Higuchi's jacket, and his immediate sideways flinch prevented by two pairs of extremely firm hands. His eyesight flashed white with agony almost instantly; he couldn't hear anything or feel anything past the immediacy of pain, the likes of which he had only ever felt through torture. Dazedly, through moans he didn't recognize as his own and the icy sweat drenching him, he felt the nurse's steady hand flatten itself against his stomach almost in reassurance.

Dazai wanted to pass out. More than anything, he wanted to answer the call of oblivion, the pull of blissful unconsciousness dragging him further and further away from this tough hospital bed. Yet Dostoyevsky's pleased face flashed through his hazy mind; the two hours he had spent without news of Oda or Yosano ground into his brain with enough strength to match the agonizing drag of metal through his bleeding body. He couldn't sleep, not now. Not ever.

He kept himself awake with every spark of energy left in him.

"Done," said the nurse, and then the burning pain was gone.

Dazai barely heard the click of the bullet falling into a metal bowl on the table; he lurched aside immediately, pawing vaguely at Gin to get her out of way so that he wouldn't retch all over her. With more deftness than he would've given him credit for, the nurse shoved a basin under his face. He held Dazai's forehead as he expelled bile out of his empty stomach.

His hand was cool. When it left his forehead and pushed him back down onto the bed, it was careful. The man himself entered his field of vision again once he was laid on his back, and his face showed sincere surprise.

Dazai smiled at him shakily. "I'm tougher than I look," he rasped.

"You should've just passed out," the man replied, back to the same unimpressed voice he had used since his arrival. "I'm sure your bodyguards can take it from there."

"I don't like being unconscious in strange places very much."

"Bit of a control freak, are you," the nurse muttered. Dazai blinked vaguely at him. "I still need to stitch you up, you know. I don't see the point of putting yourself through so much pain, it'd be better if you just slept through the night."

"And miss the sight of you, gorgeous?"

"Boss," Higuchi sighed.

Dazai tried to answer and found himself with a hand over his mouth—the man's hand, pushing pills onto his tongue. "Painkillers," he said. "Just fucking take those at least."

Dazai kept the pills under his tongue, made a show of swallowing on nothing, but the man didn't take his hand away. He raised a thin eyebrow expectantly.

"Very well," Dazai relented. His words died onto the man's soft palm.

He took the glass of water he was offered and swallowed the pills. His torso still ached numbly. Like distorted hearing after a shot fired too close to the ear; as if pain itself had to drag its way up to his brain to settle there and make itself known.

The nurse seemed satisfied with that. He replaced his gloves with new ones, opened a kit over the table and sat next to Dazai again. Without the pressure of the bullet inside him and despite the raw feeling of the wound, Dazai found the strength to actually strain his head downward and look at what he was doing.

The needle and thread hurt, every time they came in and dragged through his skin, and yet Dazai couldn't help but be amazed at the speed and precision with which this man carried his work. He didn't think he had ever seen such a tidy row of stitches. Shutting up the wound took barely more than a minute.

"I hope you realize," the nurse said lowly, "how stupid it is not to check this more thoroughly. You might yet die." He cut off the excess thread with graceful habit and rose up in his chair.

"I'll be fine," Dazai replied amiably.

"Right. I guess professional medical opinions bear little weight for yakuza scum."

Dazai smiled and didn't correct his assumption.

"Is there anything else I should be aware of, besides the bullet?" the man asked Higuchi next. "Anything broken, a blow to the head, a papercut?"

"I'm fine—"

"I think he's drugged," Gin cut in nonchalantly. "And there's a stab wound in the shoulder."

The man stared at her blankly; then he glared at Dazai, once again, with his unnerving blue eyes. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me about this?"

"It's a scratch," Dazai drawled, glancing unhappily at Gin. "It's not even bleeding anymore. And I'm not drugged."

"You were walking weirdly and sweating all over before being shot, boss."

"Where's the wound?" the nurse asked, frowning.

Gin tapped Dazai's left shoulder with more strength than necessary; it jolted at the stitching in his side and the scabbing cut in his back, and he winced.

"Get on your front," the nurse ordered.

"Very forward of you, but I require at least dinner for that," Dazai replied. "Not that I wouldn't love to have you examine me as thoroughly as humanly possible—"

His sentence died with a cry of pain as the man, running out of patience, took his shoulder and turned him over. His strength was surprising, even with how little fight Dazai could give in his current situation. He sucked in a breath when the upper part of his shirt, and the patch of gauze under it, were cut apart to expose the distant ache he felt between shoulder blade and spine.

The nurse's fingers were not kind this time. "This is inflamed," he muttered, poking and prodding at the area. Dazai knew it was swollen, hot to the touch, probably seeping pus or something equally unappealing. "Did you clean that?"

"I did," Higuchi replied, peering close as well. "It didn't look that bad the last time I checked."

"It's really shallow..."

"It's nothing," Dazai said through gritted teeth.

The man didn't listen to him. He questioned Gin about the symptoms he had displayed before being shot, and the way he was leading her told Dazai all he needed to know about what he thought this was.

"Poison of some kind, then," he concluded.

Dazai groaned into the pillow.

"Did you know?" Higuchi asked him, outraged.

"If it was a bad kind of poison I'd be in way worse shape," Dazai replied. "It's nothing—"

"I'm keeping you in for a few days."

This time, Dazai found the strength to take his gun in hand. He leveled it with the nurse's face swiftly, satisfied and saddened at once to find the very first inkling of fear in his bright eyes. Still, the man did not move. He stood his ground even as Dazai pushed himself off of the bed to stand in front of him. He didn't flinch when the cold mouth of the gun rested against his forehead.

"I'm sorry, love," Dazai said between pants. "Much as I regret departing from you, I can't stay here for an hour longer." For good measure, he flicked back the safety. The metallic sound it made rang ominously through the sudden silence; even the neighboring snores and moans seemed to have faded away. "Can't have the police, or worse, knocking at my door."

"Go ahead and shoot me, then," the man replied through gritted teeth. "And I can guarantee that you'll have the police storming this place within minutes."

"Ah, see, this is why I hate upstanding citizens like you. Such naïve faith in law enforcement."

To his surprise, the man laughed.

It was a gruff thing, his laughter, more suited to petty delinquents than one with such quick and healing hands. Dazai lowered his gun slightly.

"You don't know anything about this place, do you?" the man said, grinning brashly—and the sight of it made blood Dazai didn't know he still possessed crawl up his neck and face warmly. "You're not the first criminal I have to patch up. Our boss has a bit of an understanding with local yakuza groups—they come here, we don't blabber, they pay us handsomely. Of course, this means the place is very scrutinized by the police. They'll barge in at the slightest excuse… such as a gunshot." He crossed his arms across his chest and asked, "Who recommended us to you?"

By Dazai's sides, Gin and Higuchi exchanged a glance.

"Fukuzawa Yukichi," Dazai replied.

"You're a friend of Fukuzawa's?" the man said.

"Why do you sound so surprised?"

"The people he sends us are usually way less grating than you."

At this, Dazai had to smile. "What can I say," he drawled. The familiar light-headed numbness of blood loss was starting to get to him, threatening to swallow everything to black. "I like to make an impression."

He tried to say something else, and his legs gave under his weight.

He was caught, not by Higuchi or Gin but by the man himself, who linked both arms under his and pressed him against his front. It wasn't until then that Dazai noticed how much shorter than him that man was, or quite how solid his body felt, more soldier than hospital staff. The man seemed to have no problem at all sweeping him up and putting him atop the bed once more; it took another minute before the room stopped flashing white and black in Dazai's eyes, and a few seconds more for it to stop turning around itself ad nauseam.

"You're staying here," the man said once he was done making sure Dazai hadn't fainted. He snapped the gloves off of his hands and threw them in a plastic bag hanging from the tray. "You're going to at least take painkillers, let me get rid of that infection, and try and figure out what you've been poisoned with."

"I'll file a formal complaint to your superior," Dazai mumbled in answer. "The care here is abysmal. I'll get you fired."

The man quirked another smile, too close to Dazai's own face for Dazai's eyes not to trail over his lips and almost tip his head back for a kiss.

"Feel free to try," he replied.

His breath, smelling faintly of tobacco, washed over Dazai's face warmly.

Dazai didn't remember falling asleep, but he did remember startling himself awake after taking a breath and finding his nostrils filled with unfamiliar smells.

He opened his eyes to a single white room with brightly-lit windows. Gin had curled into a chair by his side and seemed to be sleeping. Higuchi was sitting in another, by the tiny table in the corner on which she had installed her laptop. It took a minute for him to be able to breathe past the splitting pain in his chest and shoulder, where he guessed that nursed the night previous had cleaned the wound again and patched it up properly. A look at the crook of each elbow told him that he had probably been given blood, as well as some sort of a sedative. He was hooked onto transparent liquid now.

"I should have you killed," he croaked in Higuchi's direction.

"Gin did it," Higuchi replied without turning around. "Pretended to be your sister so she could give consent in your stead. Your official name is Tanaka Tarou. Also, I have news of Oda and Yosano."

Dazai pushed himself upright in the bed with a grunt. "Are they—"

"They're both fine. Oda escaped without a scratch, Yosano got a little beat up but she's in a safehouse taking care of herself. Hirotsu and Sakaguchi are handling the organization in your absence."

Relief coursed through Dazai's body, so strong it made his empty stomach clench and growl. Flushing slightly, he asked, "What about Dostoyevsky?"

"No sign of him since he fled yesterday," Higuchi answered. She turned her chair around to look at him and grimaced, probably because of how filthy he looked. At least he had been changed out of his blood-caked suit and into a clean gown. "Sakaguchi says he's probably going to come after you again right away, boss."

"Of course he is," Dazai muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. It was shaking.

He still felt nauseous, though not nearly as much as right after the poison-laced knife had dug into his back. He wondered if someone had found out what he had been poisoned with and administered an antidote.

"Did that nurse come back?" he asked, falling back onto the bed. He regretted the action immediately—his side ached so sharply at the contact that his eyes burned with unspent tears. "The hot one," he forced out despite the pain.

"Once," Higuchi said. "Hooked you up to the IV and everything. He's actually pretty nice to talk to when no one's being an ass to him."

"It's called flirting, Ichiyou-chan."

"I think that was closer to sexual harassment, personally. And that's not counting the death threats."

"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do," Dazai grunted. He looked at the wall clock. "Where the hell is lunch? Do they not feed their patients here?"

The door of the room opened.

"We do feed them," said the woman who had just entered, accompanied by a meek-looking nurse pushing a tray forward. It was stacked with food.

Dazai was too busy looking at her to look at the food, however.

Maybe it was the very sharp cut of her suit, maybe it was that, like the nurse from the night before, her hair shone an unnatural red. Dazai knew how to recognize authority when he saw it. There was no need for a name tag or an introduction when someone entered a room carrying so much presence.

Instinctively, his back straightened. He rose into a sitting position without the help of Gin, who had startled awake as the door had opened; he squared his aching shoulders into the most professional posture he could achieve while bedridden and wearing only a gown.

"You're the head of this place, I presume?" he said amiably, extending a hand.

The woman smiled and shook it firmly, curtly, before letting go. She took hold of the pad stuck to the front of his bed and replied, "You're right. I am Ozaki Kouyou, pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Likewise," Dazai murmured. "So is it customary for the big boss to visit every new patient, or should I expect the police to come in after yourself, doctor?"

"He wasn't lying about you being paranoid," Ozaki replied mildly.

She sat in the chair Gin had vacated, close enough to Dazai that he felt a semblance of discomfort. There were too many ways to hide weapons under such a fine-cut suit. Dazai watched her flip through the notes that the unfortunately attractive nurse must have written the night before.

"I'm here first of all because toxicology is one of my specialties," she went on, "and to tell you that although we couldn't identify what exactly you were poisoned with, it seems the dosage wasn't enough to be lethal. Your vitals look good, what we gave you seems to be working just fine. We're keeping you here another forty-eight hours just in case, but if everything keeps going the way it is you'll be right as rain in no time."

"I'd like to be discharged now," Dazai said. "I would hate to take a bed away from someone who truly needs it."

Ozaki smiled. "That's up to Nakahara-sensei," she replied. "He's the one overseeing your case, and he gave the order."

"Surely as his superior—"

"I have complete and utter faith in his judgment. If he thought he could discharge you now without risk, he would have."

Ozaki's tone was nothing short of frighteningly final. With the white light surrounding her, she looked something like porcelain. Her eyes gleamed like painted beads. Dazai wouldn't have been surprised to see her skin turn to wax, her agreeable smile twist into one from a nightmare.

With difficulty, he admitted, "My staying here any longer may put this hospital in danger."

Something sharp flashed through her eyes for a second; and yet she smiled the next, polite and easy as she had been since coming in.

"I'm sure Nakahara-sensei will not let anything happen to you under his care," she replied. "He spent the whole morning in the labs trying to figure out what poison got to you, you know."

"And when do I get to actually meet this Nakahara?" Dazai retorted, thinly holding back his frustration. Yosano was hurt, Oda was stranded, he was a hundred kilometers away from Yokohama—he didn't have time to stay here and recover, a sitting duck for Dostoyevsky's rifle. The hole in his side screamed at the thought alone. "So far I'm not very satisfied with your nurses. The one I met last night was particularly rude."

For some reason, Ozaki's eyebrows raised with faint surprise. "Nurse?"

"Yes. Red hair, very cute, terrible bedside manners."

Ozaki stared at him; then she brought a hand to her lips, hiding them with the tips of her fingers, not fast enough for Dazai to miss the wide grin she was trying to cover. For a second he thought she would start laughing, and he wondered at the ways he could make someone pay for making fun of him while lamenting the thought of harming such a beautiful woman—but then Ozaki lowered her hand, mouth twitching, and said, "My sincerest apologies. I'll be sure to have a word with him."

The next moment was spent in silence, as the nurse who had come in with her placed Dazai's lunch on the mobile shelf attached to the bed. Dazai felt little like eating food whose provenance he couldn't check, but a bigger part of him knew Dostoyevsky would not try poison again while he was in a hospital, and an even bigger one was simply famished.

He ate.

Ozaki made conversation as he did, under the watchful eyes of both Gin and Higuchi. Neither of them said a word, and Ozaki made no comment of their presence outside of visiting hours either. At least the bed was more comfortable here than it had been in the booth he had occupied upon his arrival; some of his relaxation he knew came from whatever medication was being given to him via the needle in his arm. Ozaki gave him a rundown of them when he asked.

The door opened once again as Dazai was considering whether the unappealing piece of pie that constituted dessert was worth biting into, and in came the man from the night before.

Dazai opened his mouth to make a comment—on the man's disheveled hair, on his rumpled clothes, on how much better he looked with daylight bringing color out of him—but Ozaki beat him to it with a warm, "Ah, Chuuya-kun, I've been expecting you."

The man—Chuuya, Dazai thought delightedly—stopped dead in his tracks and stared at her.

"What?" he let out. He looked baffled. Exhausted too.

"Tanaka-san here had some complaints about the way you handled him last night."

Chuuya ground his teeth together and said, "Tanaka-san can shove his complaints where the sun—"

"I think it's high time I left," Ozaki cut in politely. Then to Dazai, "Someone will come fetch your tray in about half an hour. I wish you a quick recovery."

"Thank you, doctor," Dazai replied in kind.

Chuuya stopped her by the door to speak to her in a low voice. The room wasn't quite large enough for distance to muffle noise, however, and Dazai had always had a very sharp ear.

"What are you playing at?" he asked, and Ozaki replied, smiling, "Nothing at all."

The door closed behind her with a soft noise.

Chuuya rubbed his face tiredly. It was even easier now to see the marks of sleeplessness on him; he had carried himself with a strength of will Dazai was used to seeing only amongst his own men, yet now he slouched, his eyes staring at nothing and his hands idle.

"Right," he said at last. "I need to check on your injuries."

"By all means," Dazai replied.

"I also need your bodyguards out of the room."

Dazai smiled and said nothing.

With one last grunt of displeasure, Chuuya approached the bed and pushed the shelf and tray aside. "How's the pain?" he asked plainly, as he shoved the covers down and dragged up the hem of the thin gown Dazai had been put in.

There was no helping the shivers that struck Dazai at the touch of his hands, gloved as they were. He had only ever been so sparsely dressed in the company of a beautiful man in one other set of circumstances, after all.

"Manageable," he replied, which was true.

"Mmh."

Chuuya checked his side first. His fingers were quick despite his obvious fatigue, not shaking for a second as they ripped away the gauze and examined the stitches. Some pain made itself known as he touched their edges. Dazai bore it with a straight face.

"I know you can stand, but I recommend using a wheelchair if you wanna go farther than the bathroom," Chuuya said evenly. "You don't want to tear those up. No excessive movement for at least a week."

"Duly noted."

"Now get on your side, I need to check the cut."

Dazai followed the order with something close to a thrill. The cut didn't hurt as much this time when Chuuya touched it. He applied some sort of lotion over it before dressing it again, and the contact was so careful that Dazai didn't hiss or hold his breath once.

He definitely wanted to feel more of those hands. Without gloves, and with a lot less clothes in the way.

"Everything looks good," Chuuya announced once he was done.

"It's been said often," Dazai quipped.

Chuuya gave him a very tired glance before continuing, "Take a shower around seven if you can. I'll be back at eight to check again. If you've got a problem in the meantime, Kunikida-sensei will take care of it."

"I thought the one taking care of my case was named Nakahara," Dazai said, a little snappishly.

The new dose of painkillers was starting to kick in, and drowsiness was spreading through him, slowing his mind and his body both. Dazai hated medication of all kinds on a good day, and he hated them especially when he was stuck in foreign turf, bedridden, and with an assassin after him. He needed to plan his escape for the night, not fall asleep again.

His thought process was interrupted when Chuuya frowned at him and said, "That's me, yeah."

"What?"

More frowning. "Nakahara. That's me. I'm the doctor in charge of you."

Dazai blinked at him slowly.

"But you're a nurse," he managed eventually.

"I'm not a nurse," Chuuya replied, impatiently this time. "I'm a doctor here. What, you thought they wouldn't have a doctor look at a patient coming in with a bullet wound and poison in their body? Are you stupid?"

"But—"

He looked at Gin, who was filing her nails, then at Higuchi, who was studiously typing on her laptop.

"You were wearing a nurse's uniform," he accused.

"It was the end of my shift, I was about to go home, saw you come in and grabbed whatever was available at the time because I'd already changed," Chuuya replied with a roll of his eyes. "Because of you I had to spend the morning in the labs, for nothing, since apparently whatever you were poisoned with doesn't fucking exist on this planet. You're lucky Ozaki-sensei figured out what to give you. You got a nasty fever, and your heart gave us a good scare around ten."

Dazai had to take a moment to absorb this information. At least that would explain why he felt so utterly weakened.

"Well," he said. "I'm alive."

"No thanks to putting additional trauma on your body by having me extract a bullet without anesthetics," Chuuya grumbled. "Anyway. Kunikida will take care of you until my shift tonight, so try not to be an ass to him. He's already got plenty to deal with."

"You ask so nicely, it would be remiss of me to disobey."

It was fleeting, barely perceptible, but Dazai thought he saw the shadow of a smile at the corner of Chuuya's mouth. He thought he saw his serious face relax, his features soften, his brow ease.

He swallowed, and felt his heart beat at the roof of his mouth. You're lovely, he wanted to say.

"See you tonight, then, doctor," he said instead. It came out stiffer and more polite than intended.

"Yeah," Chuuya replied. "Don't cause any trouble."

Dazai looked at Higuchi and Gin in turn as soon as the door closed behind Chuuya's back.

"You knew," he said.

Gin shrugged. Higuchi raised her head and replied, "As I said, he's a good conversationalist when no one's hitting on him."

"I just thought it was fun to watch you make an ass of yourself in front of your doctor," Gin said evenly. "Boss," she added as an afterthought.

"I wish I was dead right now," Dazai moaned, falling back onto the bed. "I really do."

"They have a resident psychia—"

"Don't even finish that sentence, Gin-chan."

The doctor named Kunikida went by Dazai's room only once during the afternoon. He was handsome too, in a different way than Chuuya was—tall and severe, the kind Dazai wanted to see flustered more for laughs than out of base desire. He asked some brief questions, never commented on Gin and Higuchi's continued presence, nor the bag of toiletries and clothes Higuchi had gone out to buy for all of them an hour or so earlier. He left once he found everything to his satisfaction. Dazai thought it both impressive and slightly concerning that not even one person had said anything about the gun resting on his bedside cabinet.

"This isn't a yakuza-run establishment," Higuchi explained to him, "but apparently Ozaki Kouyou used to be a pretty famous underground doctor. There's regular patients here too, of course, but most of the staff used to do less-than-legal jobs, and almost all the criminals in the region come here to get patched up when they don't want police to be notified."

"Why have I never heard of this place before?" Dazai asked tiredly.

He hated painkillers. His tongue felt like rubber.

"They don't advertise themselves at all. It's all hearsay."

"Found anything about dear Nakahara-sensei?"

Higuchi closed her laptop and said, "I'm not helping you stalk your crush."

The mousy nurse who had brought him lunch before came by again to ask if everything was fine. Dazai tried to coax her into talking, but Izumi Kyouka, as she was called, was a woman of few words. Her gaze was almost as implacable as Gin's. In the end she left Dazai with no more information on his handsome doctor but a lot of questions about why, exactly, a frail nurse was carrying a badly-concealed knife at her hip.

He got more out of the young man working at the small café-snack corner located in the lobby. Dazai left his room shadowed by Gin, who was so good at hiding her presence that he lost sight of her before reaching the elevators. He would've liked to make the way on his own feet, but the stitches in his side pulled painfully when he tried to stand up in full. He had no choice but to borrow the wheelchair left by his bed by Izumi.

Nakajima Atsushi was a lively young man with uneven hair and an uneven smile, who carried coffee cups and food the way one would porcelain and seemed to count each step he took. Dazai took on a different approach with him than he had with Chuuya or Ozaki. He put on a gentler voice, a softer smile, the kind that had made even Oda blush one memorable time.

The boy spluttered and smiled back helplessly.

"Nakahara-sensei?" he said, once Dazai had convinced him to sit with him. There were no other people to be waited on right now, and Atsushi seemed eager for conversation. "He's great, isn't he? All his patients love him."

"Really?" Dazai asked, with more interest than he should show. "He seems pretty rude, to say the least."

"Ah, well, he can be… he can be a little blunt, but he's one of the best doctors here." Atsushi took a careful sip of his tea, rubbing his thumb over the rim of the paper cup nervously. "One time I… um, I came here with some pretty bad burns, and he was great. It took a while for me to recover, and he was there every day. Even overtime, I think. Just sitting by my bed and talking to me whenever he was on break, to distract me from the pain."

There was a story here that the young man did not want to go deeply into, Dazai felt. He let Atsushi fade out of whatever painful memory had struck him and shadowed his face. He smiled again, then, the kind of smile that crinkled tiny lines around his eyes and made old ladies in the street chuckle at him, very far from knowing the kind of criminal he was.

Atsushi took another shaking sip. It must've gone down the wrong way, because he put the cup down harshly and coughed into his hand, his face completely red. "Anyway," he said once he was done, voice breathy, "he even went out of his way to find me a job here once he found out I was unemployed."

"He seems like a very kind man," Dazai said agreeably.

Atsushi nodded, eager and obviously in love.

Dazai pressed his own thumb onto the side of his cup. He hadn't touched his tea at all, not trusting any food that didn't come directly out of the hospital's kitchen for now. It had been hard enough to convince himself to eat lunch earlier; his chest still ached slightly, as if remembering for him that his heart had almost stopped.

"And what about his life outside of the hospital?" he asked nonchalantly. "Anything of notice?"

This made Atsushi's brow furrow and his eyes glint with vague suspicion. Dazai faked taking a sip of his cup, hoping to look disinterested enough.

"I wouldn't know," the boy replied eventually. "He doesn't really talk about himself much. I heard—"

He shut his mouth loudly, guilt flashing over his face.

"Yes?" Dazai said encouragingly.

"It's, it's really not my place to…"

"I understand. I've been taking too much of your time."

It did the trick; Atsushi raised his hands placatingly, shaking his head and muttering, "No, not at all—I'm sorry if I made you feel unwelcome, Tanaka-san."

"You didn't," Dazai replied cheerfully.

"It's just…" Atsushi hesitated another second. And then: "I heard he went through a bad break-up recently and he was absent from work for a couple weeks and no one really knew what happened except Ozaki-sensei's secretary who got fired after that for spreading rumors," he said in one breath. His face was flushed by the time he finished; he gnawed on his bottom lip until blood pooled out of a tiny cut.

Interesting.

Dazai entertained Atsushi with more small talk after that, steering clear of the topic of Nakahara Chuuya. The fact that he found the young man charming did not come to him as much of a surprise; he screamed of orphan, of the hazardous ways of life that brought the forgotten in places they had not expected. Oda had rubbed off on Dazai for too many years not to leave a fondness for strays at the hollow of his heart.

He took a shower after dinner had been served and once a young nurse named Haruno helped him remove his bandages. The pain of moving his arms lessened the pleasure of finally getting rid of all the grime and sweat he had accumulated, but he still felt better afterward. Slipping into fresh sheets smelling of cleanliness rather than blood was a very specific sort of relief.

Chuuya came by at eight, as promised. This time Dazai refrained from immediately teasing him, contenting himself with the sight of his serious face and the feeling of his hands checking his wounds carefully.

He really had nice hands. Dazai let himself, for a bare second, imagine feeling them bare on his body in places meant for pleasure rather than pain.

"Looks fine," Chuuya said at last, helping Dazai back down. "You'll be free to go the day after tomorrow."

"I'm starting to think I like being here," Dazai replied before he could help it, eyeing the hollow of Chuuya's throat and then the sharp line of his waist, visible through the opening of his white coat. "The view's not too bad."

To his surprise, Chuuya retorted, "Either try to get me fired or try to hit on me, but you can't have both, bastard."

Dazai grinned in delight. "Does that mean I get to have—gah!"

"Oh, sorry," Chuuya said, sounding not sorry at all. He took his finger off of where he had poked it, right next to the bullet wound. "Must've slipped."

"That's okay," Dazai let out, breathless and through gritted teeth. "I like a little pain."

Chuuya snorted—and immediately seemed angry at himself for doing so. His face darkened with embarrassment.

The sight was riveting.

"When's your break?" Dazai heard himself ask, still looking at the tips of Chuuya's ears, which had turned as red as his hair.

"After your bedtime," Chuuya snapped. "Which is about now, so stay put. I'll see you in the morning."

He left with a nod in Gin and Higuchi's direction, the loose white coat he wore unfortunately hiding his backside from view.

It was already night. Chuuya had turned off the light as he went out, and only the glow of Higuchi's phone now kept things visible. The outline of the bed trailed sharp and shifting shadows over the walls every time she moved it. Dazai observed them for a moment, letting his mind err toward the unpleasant thought of Dostoyevsky attacking him in his sleep and the more pleasant ones of Chuuya dressed out of his clothes.

"Oda's coming here tomorrow morning to relieve us," Higuchi said all of a sudden, breaking the silence. When Dazai turned his head aside to look at her, she was squinting at her phone, the light of the screen bleaching her face of color. "He can only take one person with him, so you have a choice between Akutagawa and Tachihara."

"Akutagawa," Dazai replied.

"He'll be delighted," Gin commented tersely.

"Michizou-kun talks way too much. Your brother might hate my guts, but at least he's silent about it."

She shrugged, coiled her body into the space of the armchair she occupied, and settled in for a nap, buried under her coat.

"Ichiyou-chan," Dazai said next.

Higuchi tensed. "No."

"I need you to find out when my delightful doctor takes his break."

"And how the hell do you suppose I do that, boss? It's a miracle I'm even allowed here at night without being a patient myself—"

"That nurse who came in earlier thinks you're hot," Dazai cut in, patting his side carefully. The light pressure of his own fingers still hurt more, somehow, than that of Chuuya's had. "Haruno was her name, I believe."

Higuchi struggled for a second with the way she should answer. She settled for, "You think so?" with a very faint voice

"Mmh. She certainly wasn't looking at your eyes, unless your eyes are somewhere around your chest. Or your thighs."

It was always hilarious to see prim and proper Higuchi Ichiyou lose her countenance about trivial things like this. Dazai embraced shamelessness because he frankly didn't care, but Higuchi could never entertain the idea of anyone being attracted to her without becoming weak in the knees. Considering how handsome she was, how ruthlessly competent and in appearance unashamed of herself, the contrast was cutting.

Dazai concealed his smile at her flailing and added, "She should still be working. I heard her say that she was to spend the evening at the burn unit, so I suggest checking there first."

"Right," Higuchi said shakily. "I mean, if it's an order from you, boss…"

"Obviously you can't refuse."

"Obviously."

"Shut up and go, for God's sake," Gin muttered from under her coat. "Some people are trying to sleep, you horny fucks."

Higuchi came back to the room forty minutes later, lipstick smeared over her mouth and multiple strands of hair falling out of her usually severe bun.

"Nakahara takes his break at eleven," she whispered, trying and failing to adjust her shirt. She had buttoned it wrong. "According to Haru—I mean, from what I could gather, he usually eats in the staff room on the second floor, near the maternity, then has a smoke outside the main entrance. He never takes more than a half hour."

"That's more than enough," Dazai replied pleasantly. "Thank you for your hard work."

Higuchi took the jab for what it was and glared at him. It still didn't erase the flush on her cheeks, nor the satisfaction radiating off of her. Dazai felt a pang of envy at that; much as he wanted to believe Chuuya would fall into his arm that same night, he knew he would have to put in a little more work than that.

That he was even willing to put in that work was frightening.

Dazai left his room ten minutes before eleven, aware of Gin waking up the moment he moved from the bed and blending with the shadows behind him. A hospital at night was a peculiar sight; Dazai had not much experience with those, preferring Yosano's underground office to any sort of official establishment, but he could recognize a haunt when he saw one.

Too many souls had come and gone by here for ghosts not to linger. He felt them on the sanitized air, saw them in each flickering light, each door ajar. The atmosphere distracted him from the pain in his side—he had opted to leave the wheelchair behind, and crutches were out of the question. Each of his steps was tentative. His back was bowed forward to lessen the pull of the stitches.

He found the staff room right where Higuchi had said it would be, door open and light filtering out. When he pushed past the threshold, only Chuuya was inside, back turned to the door. He had his hands in his hair.

Dazai stilled at the entrance, pain entirely forgot, as Chuuya pulled out the tie holding his hair up. He watched the length of it fall onto Chuuya's shoulders, brush the slight swell of where spine turned into nape; he watched Chuuya run quick fingers through it and felt his own tingle, aching to touch.

When he moved forward, it was with the same burn in his chest that he had felt from Dostoyevsky's poison.

Chuuya turned around in his chair the second he heard footsteps—and then he was jumping up, face tense with anger, saying, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Just taking a walk," Dazai replied, sitting in the chair facing the one Chuuya had occupied. "It's so hard to sleep while in pain, you know. I am tormented every hour."

"You are so full of—"

As Chuuya struggled to find the words to match his anger, Dazai busied himself examining what he had put on the table. A lunchbox, a paper cup full of water, files that must belong to patients of his. With little surprise, he recognized his own.

"Get out of here," Chuuya hissed, falling back into his own chair and rubbing his forehead with his palm. "You're not supposed to walk around at night, you idiot. What if you fall, or tear your damn stitches?"

Dazai smiled darkly and replied, "A man like me is never alone."

Chuuya's look then was the same as the very first; unimpressed, tired, and maybe a little amused.

He truly was lovely. Dazai had ached to see him with his hair down each of the three times they had met, and this ache had been well-founded. It was too easy to imagine reaching across the table and touching his face, too easy to picture dragging him by the nape to crush their mouths together. He could almost feel that hair caught between their lips or making his eyelids flutter.

"Did you come here walking?" Chuuya asked, cutting through the silence.

"I did."

"How much do you regret that right now?"

Dazai's side flared, punishment and reminder alike, and he said, "I could never regret seeing you, doctor."

"Spare me," Chuuya grumbled. "Lift up your shirt."

Any teasing Dazai might have made at the order died as Chuuya crouched by his side and exposed the stitches to the light. He was not wearing gloves this time; his fingertips trailed warmly over Dazai's wound, and Dazai's tongue stilled as if frozen to ice.

Chuuya's hand left his skin with what felt like a caress. Dazai's next breath was precise, controlled.

"So, Chuuya," he said with some difficulty.

"I don't remember being on a first name basis with you," Chuuya replied in a huff, standing up once more.

"You've been closer to me than most people." Dazai pulled his shirt back down. He put his chin in his hand and watched the doctor fall back into his own chair, red hair brushing over his face. "At least most who lived to tell the tale. I gave myself the permission."

"I can see that," Chuuya muttered. He glanced at Dazai's file, spread between them on the table. "Tanaka Tarou-san."

"My friends call me Dazai."

"And you want to be my friend, don't you."

Dazai smiled, soft and lopsided. "So, Chuuya," he repeated. "Aren't you a bit young for a doctor?"

Chuuya opened his lunchbox without looking at him and said, "Aren't you a bit young for a yakuza boss?"

"I am no yakuza."

"Organized crime is organized crime no matter how you wrap it up," Chuuya replied evenly. He took a sip of water; Dazai eyed the movements of his neck as he swallowed. "But I guess it makes sense. All the yakuza I treat are polite to a fault."

"You never answered my question."

The look he was given would have made a lesser man falter. "I'm thirty-three," Chuuya said. "Not that it's any of your business."

It is when I try to bed someone, Dazai didn't say.

Inside Chuuya's lunchbox were neat sandwiches and a salad. Chuuya didn't seem bothered at all that someone was watching him eat; indeed he barely gave Dazai so much as a glance, and if Dazai knew he would be forcefully accompanied back to his room once the other was done with his break, he intended to enjoy every second until then.

He leaned into his chair carefully. The cut in his back was almost forgotten by now, only the wound in his side still bothered him, as well as leftover weakness from the poison. With any luck, and Oda's help, he might be able to leave the following day. That was probably what Oda had planned anyway.

The thought wasn't as appealing as it should be.

"Someone make that for you?" Dazai asked lightly, gesturing to the lunchbox. "A girlfriend perhaps, or a wife?"

Chuuya took his time to finish swallowing before answering, "Is that your convoluted way of asking if I'm gay?"

"Well," Dazai grinned. "Are you?"

He was almost sure that Chuuya was. He wouldn't have been so matter-of-fact about Dazai's flirtation if he weren't, wouldn't carry himself the way he did, wouldn't give Dazai the time of day. Nakajima Atsushi wouldn't have had such an honest and long-lasting crush on him without hope of reciprocation, or at least of being well-received.

Chuuya met Dazai's eyes through the dimly-lit space separating them. He held his gaze for a long time—long enough for Dazai's smile to fade at the edges.

"I'm going to explain to you why you're not going to get what you're after, regardless of whether I'm gay or not," he said lowly. "So I encourage you to listen."

He was closing the box now, though half of the food inside was untouched. Dazai didn't look away from his face and, for once, did not say anything.

"The most obvious reason is that you're my patient, and it would be highly unethical," Chuuya went on.

"I won't be your patient for much longer," Dazai couldn't help but point out.

Chuuya ignored the interruption. "But the one reason I know for sure I could never let someone like you have his way with me," he continued, "is because earlier today, Atsushi came to see me, bordering on a panic attack, apologizing again and again for sharing private details of my life with you."

The anger on Chuuya's face was not for show anymore. It was not simple fatigue, or straightforward irritation. It drew color out of his eyes until they shone like steel.

"I'm sure I don't need to draw you a picture about the sort of life he's had," Chuuya said, almost a murmur, so cold it seemed to slip under Dazai's skin and reach into his bones. "Atsushi's a good guy. He trusts people easily when they're nice to him, because he's so used to people hurting him. Of course he didn't notice that you were manipulating him for information—he couldn't forgive himself for betraying my trust, and insisted I get him fired like I got Kouyou's secretary fired when she spied on our phone conversations just to get gossip material out of my relationship troubles. It took me twenty minutes to calm him down."

Dazai opened his mouth with no plan at all on what to say. He was saved the trouble of coming up with a reply by Chuuya speaking again.

"You know perfectly well that I don't have a wife or girlfriend waiting for me at home," he said flatly. "And since you're so enthusiastic about digging around about my life despite how obliging I have been with your privacy, I'm even going to tell you all the juicy details myself."

"You don't have to," Dazai let out meekly.

He felt as though something had twisted his insides sideways; he felt cold through his stomach, through his chest, as if he had just drunk a handful of streamwater.

Chuuya's smile was a dark and joyless thing. He leaned over the round table, his voice turned secretive, and Dazai leaned in as well, inescapably. "I was in a relationship, you see," he said. His words felt the way his hands did—warm, careful, precise as carved woodwork. "For five years. Until one day the man I was sharing my life with started getting angry that my job took up so much of my time. He got fired from his own workplace, had no luck getting hired anywhere, got angrier and angrier.

"It started with small things," Chuuya continued, mindless of how still Dazai was, of how hard his heart was beating from proximity and apprehension alike. "Aimless arguments, petty insults. He accused me of not really being at work, of seeing other men on the side, demanded I show proof of where I was going and why, went through my phone… You know how it goes."

Dazai did know.

"It escalated until we were arguing every day. Funny how quickly four and a half years of almost perfect happiness can fall apart. I decided to break up with him, and you can imagine how he reacted to the news."

"Yes," Dazai replied quietly. "I can."

Atsushi had said that Chuuya had to take two weeks off of work, after all. Dazai had been curious about it; now he wanted anything but to know exactly why Chuuya, who was so diligent in his job, had to go on a sudden vacation.

Chuuya seemed to want to bear witness to Dazai's full absorption of the news. In his gaze was the same focus he had applied when stitching his skin back together—and there was some irony, some poetry perhaps, in that opening up took for Chuuya the same energy that fixing others did.

"So you see," Chuuya said. "I don't like controlling bastards like you. I could tell the moment you first talked down to me that you're a condescending prick who's never been told 'no' a single day in his life, and who's more than willing to use violence to get what he wants. A pretty face and some smooth talking don't change that."

"I wouldn't—"

"Sure. You wouldn't."

Dazai opened his mouth. Closed it again. He couldn't blame Chuuya for scoffing at him, not with how he had behaved, not with what Chuuya knew of his life. The fact that he was familiar with being controlled and led around was not something he could use as an excuse now.

His side ached when he straightened up in his seat. Chuuya had looked away by now, staring thoughtfully through the window and to the nightly view outside. He turned back around when Dazai spoke.

"I apologize," he said, with the same stone-hard bluntness he used to give orders. "Both for distressing Atsushi-kun and for bringing back painful memories with my behavior. I wouldn't have insisted if I thought you genuinely minded it, but I obviously misread you."

For a second he thought Chuuya would not react at all to his words; but then Chuuya breathed out a chuckle, running a hand over his face and half-hiding a smile.

He had dimples.

"Never mind," he said, cutting through the haze that the sight of him had just trapped Dazai in. "This isn't the first time a patient pulls a gun on me. Don't become so serious all of a sudden, it's throwing me off."

"I guess you're just irresistible to criminals," Dazai joked weakly.

"I'm usually better at ignoring you lot when you try shit like that, though."

His voice was firm, but his eyes bore humor again. Dazai let the line of his shoulders relax. He smiled back.

Chuuya didn't touch his food again. He put it back into a small fridge in a corner of the room, where other meals wrapped in plastic bags or labeled with names sat waiting. Then he gave a light kick to the foot of Dazai's chair and said, "Come on. I'm taking you back to your room."

Dazai stood up, slightly hunched forward. Chuuya didn't try to take his arm or touch him in any way, which he regretted, but he still walked level with him. He still let their arms brush together with each step.

The way to his room felt both longer and shorter this time around. Dazai couldn't feel Gin's presence at all, though he knew she must be in his immediate vicinity—he felt some guilt at the idea that she must've heard what Chuuya had talked about—but the air was less heavy now. Less haunted with the cries of souls in pain.

The light of Dazai's room was off. Higuchi must still be sleeping, for not even the faint glow of her electronics could be seen.

"I'll be there in the morning for your check-up," Chuuya said softly. "Try to actually respect one hospital rule and not walk around by yourself at night."

"That's a long shift, isn't it?" Dazai asked, avoiding the order altogether. "You worked all morning too. Don't you get tired?"

Chuuya shrugged. "It's what's needed. We're not exactly overflowing with staff."

Dazai thought he would leave, then. He couldn't think of another thing to say that wasn't about how much he wanted to touch the underside of Chuuya's chin, to press his lips to his forehead, to unravel him piece by piece.

But Chuuya hesitated upon turning around. He glanced at Dazai's face again and said, "About what you said earlier. Misreading me."

Dazai's heart gave a shiver. "I got it. Don't worry."

"No, I mean…"

It could've been a trick of the light, if there were light to go around; it could've been wishful thinking, if Dazai weren't too used to what he wished for escaping from his grasp. Chuuya tucked some lose hair back behind his ear, and his face had darkened.

"You didn't really," he muttered. "I was pissed as hell about Atsushi, that's why I said all that stuff, but I didn't really… well. I usually don't care about patients flirting with me, but you—"

He was turning redder by the second. Dazai felt his lips curl with delight, his chest give another beat of thrumming heat. "I what?" he whispered, taking a step closer.

The glare Chuuya gave him was entirely worth it. His next exhale, Dazai felt over his chin.

"You didn't misread me," he admitted at last. Then, as Dazai was opening his mouth to speak: "I still think you're an arrogant piece of shit and a control freak, don't misunderstand me. But I wasn't uncomfortable or anything until Atsushi told me about what you did."

"Can you find it in yourself to forgive me?" Dazai asked, failing not to smile too widely. "I only meant to find out more about the man I'm intending to sue for malpractice, I assure you."

"Fuck you, bastard."

"I wish you would."

Chuuya's mouth twitched helplessly; his cheek dimpled again, one line creased into his skin that softened all of him at once, and Dazai's hands burned as if touched by fire.

He resisted the urge to thumb at the corner of Chuuya's mouth. He did not resist that of reaching between the two of them and taking Chuuya's hand in his own, mindful of the minute tremor that shook it. Chuuya did nothing but watch as Dazai brought it to his lips.

"Good night, doctor," Dazai said, brushing each word over Chuuya's knuckles.

For the barest second, so quickly that Dazai could have imagined it, Chuuya's fingers squeezed his own. He took his hand back slowly.

"Yeah," Chuuya replied in a gentler voice. "Sleep well, Dazai."

[NEXT]

#bsd #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #soukoku #bungou stray dogs #fic: margin of error

102 notes · View notes

lenin-it-to-win-it · 7 years

Text

Teamwork Makes The Meme Work

Summary: Kunikida and Dazai express their deep affection for one another the only way they know how: matching meme outfits.

Notes: This is my first kunikidazai fic and i wrote it specifically for my good comrade @thelampisaflashlight! Happy early birthday emil! May u get plenty of hot beef and breakfast milky hallelujah amen 420 blaze it

*****************************************************************************************************

“Good morning, Kunikida-kun! Rise and shine!”

Kunikida groaned and turned over on his side, squeezing his eyes shut. While he recognized the value in waking up early and never once stayed in bed past the ideal time, Kunikida had zero tolerance for Dazai’s abominable habit of examining the alarm clock each night and waking up precisely five minutes earlier. His only possible motivation was spite. “Go back to sleep, Dazai.”

Even with his eyes closed and covered, Kunikida could picture Dazai’s pouting face. “Oh, but Kunikida-kun, am I not a sight worth waking up for?”

Kunikida buried his face in his pillow, scowling. Of course, Dazai was rather handsome, with his rich chocolaty curls and deep, dark eyes, but Kunikida would’ve sooner torn every page out of his Ideal and eaten them than admit it out loud. “Nothing is worth waking up for at this hour.”

Long, slender fingers began working their way through Kunikida’s hair. “Not even—” Dazai kissed Kunikida’s neck. “—this?”

Kunikida jerked upright, batting Dazai’s hand away and hoping the flush he felt rising on his cheeks wasn’t visible. “Have you even brushed your teeth yet?” Kunikida grumbled, crossing his arms.

Dazai grinned. “Nope!” He pounced on Kunikida and began covering his face in kisses, then working his way down his neck. When Dazai tugged at Kunikida’s shirt and began sucking on his collarbone, Kunikida pushed him back.

“At least let me shower first before you start with the shenanigans!”

Dazai flashed his infamous smirk. “Are you sure you wouldnt’s shower after? I plan on making quite a mess.”

“You better plan on getting dressed, you bandaged buffoon,” Kunikida retorted, tossing off the covers and getting out of bed. “Or did you forget we have a mission today?”

Dazai moaned, but his eyes quickly lit up. “I almost forgot something far more important.”

Kunikida shuddered in apprehension. He had no idea what Dazai had forgotten, but he knew he didn’t want to find out. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes!” Dazai slipped off the bed and struck a seductive pose against the bedframe. He blew a kiss at Kunikida, then gestured toward his boxer shorts. “Do you like what you see, Kunikida-kun?”

Once Kunikida stopped wondering what he was supposed to find engaging about Dazai’s flat ass, he noticed the writing on the boxers.

“Absolutely not!” Kunikida cried. “You take those off right now!”

Dazai batted his eyelashes. “Oh, Kunikida-kun, how forward!” He hooked his fingers around the waistband of the boxers. “Well, if you insist-”

“No! Stop that!” Kunikida’s face burned. “I meant put on a different pair!”

“You’re no fun at all!” Dazai whined, putting his hands on his hips. “Don’t you want to stroll around town showing off our matching outfits?”

Kunikida covered his ears and headed for the bathroom. “You’re going to be showing off a broken jaw if you don’t shut up.”

As he prepared to get in the shower, Kunikida slid out of the t-shirt he had been sleeping in, turning it right side-out before placing it by the sink. It was an old shirt he had gotten with Katai as a joke a few years ago: plain white, worn by frequent use, ordinary in every way except for the lettering across the chest that spelled “Hot Beef”. Katai’s matching shirt read “Breakfast Milky”.

Kunikida didn’t know- and he hoped he wouldn’t find out- how in the world Dazai managed to find a pair of boxers that had “Hotter Beef” written across the rear.

***

Kunikida checked his watch as he and Dazai climbed the stairs to agency headquarters after their mission. Early afternoon light filtered through a lone window in the stairwell. “We’re a few minutes ahead of schedule,” Kunikida remarked, almost smiling. “Which will give us some time to get a headstart on that paperwo-”

Kunikida’s words were cut off by a kiss. Kunikida gave into the kiss for a moment, then forced himself to break away. “For crying out loud, Dazai, not out in the open like this,” he said, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone had witnessed their moment of indiscretion.

Dazai’s eyes sparkled, and Kunikida immediately regretted his choice of words. “Don’t worry,” Dazai whispered, tracing a hand along Kunikida’s cheek. “I know somewhere no one will see us.”

Approximately six stairs, two left turns, and one closed door later, Kunikida found himself in a dark, dingy supply closet. “Not here,” he protested, crossing his arms. “This would not be a proper use of agency space and property, and besides it’s too. . . cliche.”

Dazai chuckled and dug through one of the suppy bins until he found a permanent marker. “Speaking of cliche. . .”

Kunikida’s arm lashed out toward the marker, but Dazai was too slippery, too evasive, and by the time Kunikida was able to pry the marker out of his bony fingers, Dazai had already succeeded in drawing “D + K” surrounded by a childish cartoon heart.

Kunikida lectured Dazai about the evils of graffiti and the intricacies of human anatomy, on how the heart was far more complicated than it was often represented pictorally, replete with chambers and passageways neglected by such a simplistic representation, but the blush on his cheeks was unmistakable. The flow of condemnatory words was just beginning to peter out when Kunikida felt Dazai’s lips against his once again. Protected by the darkness, Kunikida allowed himself to savor the kiss this time, entwining his fingers in Dazai’s hair and melting beneath the warm, subtle pressure of his lips and hands.

“Finally,” Dazai panted, left breathless by passion. “Now, where did we leave off this morni-”

Kunikida’s watch started buzzing. “Dammit!” he exclaimed, brushing past Dazai and flinging the door open. “We should’ve been back at our desks by now! What were we doing?”

Dazai smirked. “Stuff.”

“Stuff.” Kunikida rolled his eyes. “Right. When Fukuzawa-san asks what we were doing I’ll just tell him we were doing-”

Yosano appeared in the hallway, cradling a knife in her arms like it was a newborn child. “Oh, hey, Kunikida-kun, Dazai-kun,” she said nodding. Upon taking in Kunikida’s undone tie and partially unbuttoned shirt and Dazai’s tousled hair, she raised an eyebrow. “What were you doing?”

“Stuff!” Kunikida blurted out. He coughed to clear his throat and averted his eyes. “I-I was doing. . . stuff.”

Yosano laughed, covering her mouth with a knife. “Oh, I’ll bet. See you later,” she called over her shoulder, continuing down the hallway toward her office.

Kunikida’s brow furrowed. “‘I’ll bet’,” he repeated, eyes narrowed. “What did she mean by that?” It was only then that he turned around and saw Dazai with an uncapped permanent marker in his hand and the word “Stuff” hastily scrawled on his collarbone.

“DAZAI!”

***

As Dazai was leaving the office for the day, he heard the tail end of a conversation some younger members of the agency were having.

“-and I guess someone really likes playing Donkey Kong because when Ranpo-san sent me to get him some pens out of the supply closet, someone had written ‘DK’ in a heart,” Atsushi concluded.

“We didn’t have any donkeys back on the farm,” said Kenji a bit sadly. “But we had plenty of cows, and they’re way better than donkeys, anyhow,” he added with his usual cheer.

“We didn’t play video games in the mafia,” Kyouka murmured, eyes downcast.

“Thing’s must’ve really gone downhill since I was there,” Dazai thought to himself, reflecting on the many times- both innocuous and inopportune- he had spent playing video games while he was part of the Port Mafia. He made his way downstairs and found Kunikida already waiting for him in the car.

Dazai couldn’t help but smile at Kunikida’s expression. He was clearly planning something, and clearly trying to hide it. “Looking forward to heading home, are you, Kunikida-kun?” Dazai teased, leaning over the glove compartment to flick Kunikida’s cheek.

“Um, actually. . .” Kunikida scratched his head. “I have to stop at the store first.”

“The store?” Dazai widened his eyes in false innocence. “Why, do you need to pick something up for dinner?”

Kunikida stared out the window. “Yes.”

Dazai laughed, sticking the key in the ignition. “If you say so.”

After a rather uneventful trip to the store where Kunikida wouldn’t let Dazai out of the car and a dinner where Kunikida wouldn’t say a word, instead opting to shoot furitive glances at the shopping bag in his lap, Dazai had given up trying to pry anything more out of Kunikida. He read in silence for about an hour before Kunikida materialized and tossed a bag at him.

“Open it,” Kunikida demanded.

Dazai realized Kunikida was wearing a white t-shirt similar to the one he had worn to bed, but instead of reading “Hot Beef”, it said “I’m with stupid”, the words clearly written by Kunikida himself in permanent marker. A smile spread across Dazai’s face as he dug into the bag; he had a pretty good idea what was inside, but when he pulled out a shirt that said “I’m stupid”, he still couldn’t keep from laughing. “Thanks, Kunikida-kun. I’ll wear it every day,” he said, wrapping his arms around Kunikida.

Kunikida huffed as if annoyed, but Dazai knew he was pleased. “That’s hardly necessary. I’ll know you’re stupid with or without it.” Kunikida answered Dazai’s hug with a crushing embrance. “And I’ll always be with you, stupid.”

#bungou stray dogs #kunikidazai #here come dat fic o shit waddup #happy birthday comrade i hope u like this!!

104 notes · View notes

yatokamiii · 7 years

Text

Our little girl

a request from @13daysofhappiness who requested either a family domestic soukoku fic or fem!Chuuya, I hope you enjoy friend and thank you for your request !

Implied mpreg so if you don’t like that then scoot on out of here

Their daughter is based off of a fanart I saw by @tealilie but I gave her a name (with the help of me friend)

The house was dark and silent, the couple sleeping happily in their bed. The loud sound of a baby crying stirred them both.

"Dazai." Chuuya mumbled and shook the other's shoulder. "Dazai come on, Miya's crying. It's your turn." Chuuya continued.

"Alright. Go back to sleep." Dazai grumbled as he stood from the bed and walked down the hallway and into the other room. "Hi honey." He greeted to the small girl in the crib. He reached into the crib and cradled the little child against him.

"Shh it's alright, it's alright." Dazai gently bounced the child. The crying softened until going away completely, and the girl slept soundly. Dazai smiled as he sofly placed her back into the crib and pulled the little white blanket up to her neck. After placing a light kiss on the little girl's forehead, he quietly stepped out and closed the door.

Dazai and Chuuya each walked on one side of their little girl, both holding one of her hands. She skipped happily while looking at the cement in front of her.

"Someone's excited for their first day of first grade." Chuuya said. Miya looked up to her parent and nodded quickly.

"My teacher is gonna be nice and I'm gonna make friends!" She cheered. Dazai chuckled at the little girl's optimisim.

"I bet you're gonna be the most popular girl in first grade." Dazai smiled and tapped the girl's nose with his index finger. Chuuya smiled at his happy little family as they stepped on the school campus.

"Alright honey we'll be right here when you get out of class, okay?"

"Mhm!" She nodded rapidly.

"Mommy and daddy love you, Miya."

"Love you!" She laughed before running off towards her classroom. Chuuya took a deep breath as he watched her skip off. Dazai wrapped a hand around Chuuya's hips.

"She's gonna be just fine."

"I know. She's just growing up really fast." Chuuya rested his head on Dazai's shoulder.

"Yeah. She really is."

"Mommy when's daddy gonna be home? I wanna show him my tooth!" Big blue eyes the same shade as Chuuya's stared up at the redhead. Chuuya raised his eyebrows a bit before looking up at the clock on the wall.

"If it's a normal day daddy is gonna be home soon." Chuuya smiled down at the little girl. "Lets put that tooth in a baggie, hm?" Chuuya placed his book on the coffee table and hoisted her up onto his hip.

"But I want daddy to see it!" She bounced a bit in Chuuya's arms.

"He'll see it I promise." Chuuya grabbed a small plastic bag from the drawer as he heard the front door open.

"Hello, I'm home!" Dazai cheered as he closed the front door. Chuuya set down the excited girl and watched her sprint into the other room.

"Daddy!!" She yelled as he knelet down and opened his arm.

"There's my little Miya!" He smiled as she wrapped her little arms around his neck and he picked her up. Chuuya stepped out of the kitchen with the little tooth in a bag. "And there's my little Chuuya." Dazai smiled over to his spouse.

"What's that?"

"Our little girl lost a tooth today." Chuuya responded.

"Is that right? Well you gotta put that under your pillow tonight or else the tooth fairy won't give you money!" Dazai smiled as he looked into his daughter's ocean blue eyes. Dazai grabbed the tooth from Chuuya and handed it to the little girl. She placed her little hands on both sides and ran off in the direction of her bedroom. Dazai smiled and watched her turn the corner before facing Chuuya.

"Hey you." He smiled and grabbed Chuuya's waist, pulling him closer. Chuuya smiled and wrapped his arms around Dazai's neck. Dazai leaned down and kissed Chuuya's forehead.

"Did you hit your head or something on your way home?" Chuuya poked the side of Dazai's head, making the brunet chuckle a bit.

"I'm not allowed to miss my beautiful little redhead?"

"You are, it's just weird that you express it." Chuuya laughed a bit before leaning his head up, closing the space between the two.

"Ew mommy that's gross!" Miya shouted before covering her eyes. Dazai laughed a bit.

"She's right, mommy, that is gross." Dazai joked.

"Well I wonder how gross your hair is gonna get when you sleep on the couch tonight." Chuuya's face flattened before walking away towards the kitchen. "And figure out your own dinner too." He called out before turning out of sight. Dazai looked down at Miya before kneeling in front of her.

"Wanna scare mommy?" She nodded excitedly. "Follow me. But stay quiet." Dazai held a finger in front of his smirking lips as she covered her mouth with her palms. They snuck into the kitchen behind Chuuya before Dazai wrapped his arms around Chuuya's waist while Miya caught his ankles. Chuuya jumped a bit before laughing.

"Miya, did daddy convince you into going along with one of his plans?" Chuuya smiled slightly at his feet where she still sat.

"Yep!" She smiled widely. Chuuya glanced back at Dazai before picking up the little brunet.

"Go wash up for dinner sweetie." He instructed. The girl nodded and skipped off down the hallway. He turned around completely in Dazai's arms. "What are you doing still wearing your coat?" Dazai raised his eyebrows a bit before looking down at his arm.

"Huh, I forgot I had it on." Dazai smiled and kissed the redhead's cheek. "I'll be right back." Dazai turned and walked down the same direction as Miya. Chuuya smiled before turning back to the stove.

"First day of middle school Miya, are you excited?" Dazai asked with a smile as he looked to the girl next to him.

"I don't wanna start middle school. Are the kids gonna pick on me?" She looked down at her feet.

"If they do then let me know right away, okay?" Dazai placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. He smiled as she looked up to him, smiling back. "Here we are. Are you gonna be able to get home by yourself?"

"Yeah, I got it. Thanks dad." She smiled before walking up towards the building. Dazai gave a small wave as she walked away, before turning and walking away himself. Dazai pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed the number he memorized in a night.

'Hey Dazai what's up?'

"I just dropped off Miya at school. She said she'll be able to make it by herself."

'Dazai you know that I feel weird letting her walk home by herself.'

"Sweetheart she'll be fine we're in a safe neighborhood." Chuuya's sigh could be heard and Dazai could sense the

gloved fingers rubbing at his own temple.

'Alright alright, thanks for letting me know.'

"Of course. Alright I just got to work so I'll see you tonight okay? I love you."

'I love you too, have a good day.' Chuuya replied before the line went dead.

"I can't believe she's already finished middle school." Chuuya marvelled as he sat down in a chair, adjusting his hat to get the sun out of his eyes. "Oh look her row is stepping up! Dazai get the camera."

"Alright hold on." Dazai said as he reached down under his seat and pulled out his camera. Miya looked over to her parents and smiled, giving a small wave as the camera shudder clicked. Dazai brought the camera down and looked at the picture. "What do you think?"

"That's so cute." Chuuya smiled.

"Miya Nakahara." The principal called as she stepped up to the podium. Dazai brought the camera back up and snapped pictures as she shook hands with the principal and walked down back to her seat. She caught a glimpse of her parents and gave them a quick wave.

"Miya come on we're gonna be late!" Chuuya shouted up the stairs. Miya came down with a tired expression.

"Why couldn't summer have lasted just like one more week?" She questioned before grabbing her lunch from the counter and walking towards the car. Chuuya laughed a bit as he grabbed his hat off the hook next to the door.

"Anyway I'm going out for yogurt after school with some friends."

"That's fine just be home before 6." Chuuya answered as he kept his eyes focused on the road ahead. "Nervous for today?"

"Not really, it's just high school." Miya shrugged. She looked out the window as they pulled up to the large campus.

"Alright have a good day, I'll see you later tonight."

"Bye mom." Miya said as she got out of the black car. Chuuya smiled as he drove away from the school.

"Miya sweetheart oh my god you look amazing." Chuuya smiled proudly as his daughter came down the stairs in her slim, floor-length white and gold dress. "Senior ball. Who would've thought that this day would come so fast."

"Thanks mom." Miya smiled. She looked over to Dazai. "Well dad, what do you think?" Miya asked as she spun around in front of the staircase.

"I think you look beautiful." Dazai smiled. "I'm so happy for you." A knock on the front door interrupted them. Dazai walked over and opened the door.

"Hey mr. Osamu, is she ready?"

"Yep. Miya hun, your ride's here!"

"Ok dad!" She smiled as she walked over to the front door.

"Be safe, have fun and let us know when you'll be home." Dazai smiled as she stepped through the doorway.

"I got it dad, thanks." She laughed before giving each of her parents a peck on the cheek. "Love you guys!" They both waved at her as she stepped off towards the black party bus. Chuuya held Daza's arm and rested his head on the brunet's shoulder.

"Movie night?" Dazai asked.

"Movie night." Chuuya agreed as they stepped back into the house and raced to the couch.

"High school gradutaion. One of the biggest moments of a person's life. I can't believe we're here right now." Dazai sighed happily.

"I know. I remember when we were sending her off on her first day of first grade. And when she went off to middle school, and her eigth grade promotion, senior ball, and now we're here. I just can't believe what our daughter has become." Chuuya reminisced. "In just a few months she;s gonna be leaving for college." Chuuya's voice broke a bit. Dazai wrapped an arm around Chuuya's shoulders and rubbed his arm slowly.

"Chuuya don't cry, you're gonna look weak in front of the other parents." Dazai stated, causing Chuuya to laugh a bit.

"You shitty bastard." He smiled and playfully punched Dazai's chest. Dazai laughed and gave Chuuya a little kiss on his forehead. Their gazes averted down to the field as all of the graduating students began to walk out and into their seats. Names passed by as the sun set behind them, students recieved their diplomas, families and friends cheered, and Dazai and Chuuya just waited for their little girl's moment.

"Miya Ayumi Nakahara-Osamu." The principal called as the girl walked up. Dazai and Chuuya cheered loudly, along with members of the mafia or agency that were able to make it. She walked past the podium and recieved her diploma, before walking down the carpet, waving up to her family.

"This is it guys." Miya sighed as she placed her last suitcase in the trunk of her car. She stood up straight and turned around to face her parents. "I'm gonna miss you guys."

"We're gonna miss you too, Miya." Chuuya said, voice beginning to break.

"Call us as soon as you get there, and come visit as soon as possible." Dazai added. Miya took a step forward and wrapped her arms around them.

"I will. I promise." Miya's eyes began watering. "I love you guys."

"We love you too, honey." Chuuya replied as Miya unwrapped herself from her parents. She gave them a smile before turning around and stepping into her car, starting it and driving off fown the street. Dazai and Chuuya stood in front of the house, waving, until her car was out of sight, but not out of mind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A timeline of their little girl’s life, I’m actually happy with this

part two of this fic can be found here but both can be read by themselves

I had part two of this already written and was gonna post it but then I got the message about this one and now they’re kinda connected

Leave requests for things I should write!

#dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #bungou stray dogs #bsd #soukoku #dachuu #dazai x chuuya

12 notes · View notes

chris-phd · 7 years

Text

BSD taxi drivers hcs

Ranpo Edogawa - aka the one that pretends that he is on duty, but he isn’t

- Lazy ass taxi driver.

- Will sleep in the back of his car and pretend he is not here.

“Sir, you’ve got your light on! So this mean you are available!” the customer knocked on the window where Ranpo was watching bored a video on the phone. Lazily, he shifted his gaze from the screen to the angry man that disturbed his procrastination. “Oi jackass, I’m busy? Can’t you see?” He replied, shaking his head. ” Incredible…people these days.” He sighs returning on watching his video.

- If he takes any order, he will complain all the way to destination. He will make your life sound like a fairytale compared with the hell he has to endure every day.

- Asks for more money than you gave him since he gave you a full analysis on today’s society.

- Buys lots of candies from the ‘tips’ and you might see candy wrapping on the floor of the car.

- Rude without trying, sarcastic af.

- If you hate to have a full history of all the wrong choices you’ve done in life then avoid this cute looking guy that seems so innocent but he is Satan.

- When he is reported, he will play coy around the director of that Taxi Company, Fukuzawa–sama, that will always close an eye for his favorite…*cough cough* taxi driver

- Places his orders on others just to get away.

Oda Sakunosuke – lion heart taxi driver

- The strict to business one.

- He is always on time to pick you up.

- Even if you are late he won’t complain, flashing you a small smile and waving off fast any excuses you give him for being that late.

- He is the type that would get out to open the door for the women. (srsly, men these days don’t do that anymore)

- Makes small talk with you, about anything. Weather? Okay. Economy? Best! Politics? Yes, sir! But his favorite subject is…well…family. He loves to talk about his family and shows his respect to people that do everything for it.

- In his car, you can smoke without problems. He will smoke with you too.

- Curses the idiots that cut his path without any warning. Expect lots of excuses after that.

- Will take the best shortcuts for you to get at your destination fast and safe.

- Asks you if you want to listen to a particular station on the radio.

- He denies any tip, but if you insist on giving it to him, he will take it and put it at the orphanage fund he donates to every month.

- Really polite, maybe too polite for his own good.

- He initial had the night shift but exchanged with Dazai since the boy said he gets really bored when the sun is up. But in reality he thinks it had something to do with that blond guy that works with him.

Kuikida Doppo- the one taxi driver that will give you the change on point

-He has the night shift. Mostly from the fact that he is the most responsible and well…who wouldn’t like to sleep at night and not stay in cold waiting for customers?

-Very strict with money. He will give you the exact change back. And when I see exact, I mean, EXACT. To the last penny.

-You can feel safe with him. He drives calmly but… don’t expect him to hold back his anger when someone does a mistake or he finds a hole in the street that could damage his tires. At the very sight of a stop light, he will pull out his notebook and note down the mistake he saw. Stuff like… who was speeding, scribbling the identification number of the car and the flaws in the pavement.

-In comparison with Odasaku, he will give you short apology before he will explain you logically that he didn’t curse without a good reason.

-Doesn’t like to talk but makes small talks trying to be polite.

-He likes to listen to music in his car on break, but when he picks a client, he turns it off or switches on the news channel. No one must know the tastes he has~

-Warning! He is against smoking in his car.

-You will find him absorbed into some reading at the little light in his car or solving math problems.

-Dazai finds it adorable but he won’t say that, instead he will make fun. “I always hated math in school, awful classes…but best to take a nap in the middle of the day.”

-Odasaku wasn’t wrong when he assumed that Dazai did have a hidden agenda by exchanging shifts with him. Dazai and Kunikida have their meeting place where they go, drink coffee and eat shawarma.

-Dazai usually slacks off by sleeping in the backseat of Kunikida’s car. In exchange, the other will take care to avoid every crack, not to disturb his sweet sleep.

-But that backseat isn’t used just for sleep. The teasing brunette loves to fool around with Kunikida on it.

-He is currently sharing an apartment with Dazai.

Dazai Osamu – suicidal driver

-Fast, but not that furious driver.

-Maybe you will appreciate him better after a ride with Poe, but if you are his client you will get really religious imagining that today you might die by the hand of his cheerful taxi driver.

-If he avoids an incident by an inch close, he will start to tell how you both might have died, giving you a full image of all the body trauma you could have gotten.

-Sighs a lot looking at the nightlights, you would think he is in love and that he looks cute like that but…”I was just thinking at that big lit up panel, there. You see it? I can see it’s half way down so… if there might be a great storm and the wind will hit in the right place, with some luck it could kill me! If I would be standing there right on time!” he flashes you a big smile, and then returns on driving.

-He is polite and chuckles a lot about any subjects.

-His radio is usually on music, but he likes to hear the 5 o’clock news as well.

-Avoids his work as much as he can, pushing his clients to others - Chuuya especially since he is annoying.

-In his breaks he runs to meet Kunikida and catch up, complaining about the clients he had, how boring their lives are.

-Likes to tease Kunikida when he drives, rubbing his hand up and down his thigh to see how much the blond can hold his composure.

-It is worth it since they are living together…‘to make the work easier’, not for something else…gosshhh…for what other reason did you all think about it was? *grins*

Edgar Poe – Anxious raccoon owner

- Anxiety 24/7, he is too afraid to communicate with his clients.

- Nods a lot and mumbles to himself, it scares people away.

- Drives in an erratic way, you have to hold on to the chair.

- Gets scared easily if you talk louder so he makes abrupt breaks, almost crashing in the front car or into trees… you will make sure not to take his cab again.

-Weird noises are coming from his under seats. He will wave them off, agitated. “Oh! Don’t mind it, don’t mind it! It’s just…I need…to solve some problems at the wheels… it’s okay, it’s okay.”

-Eventually, if you’ve got any grocery or fresh patisserie, you will find out what that sound is.

“Wait! Is that a raccoon?! “

“Np, no!!! I mean…yeah…But he means no harm! Wait! Ma’am! Your bag...!” He looks after the client that ran away. ”Damn it, Karl! I already fed you twice this morning!” He sighs, hugging the raccoon that jumped in his arms to search for the source of that smell.

-Most of his clients are the ones Ranpo passed on him, having no intention to pick them up. This might be the reason he is allowed to keep his pet with him. Being close to Ranpo earned him some points at the big boss.

Fyodor Dostoevsky- drunken driver you don’t want to mess up with~

-Okay, if in Chuuya’s car you can feel a soft scent of wine…here it’s just hitting you how it reeks of alcohol.

-You can see gambling coins on the floor of his car, or bet tickets folded in his little ashcan.

- Is he really sober? He laughs too loud and roasts everyone and everything that moves.

- Bites his fingertips while waiting the greenlight with a grin.

-Can’t wait to get rid of you. He has that face that says ‘Imma kick you out of my car and still smile ‘.

-Expect some shade and he’ll maybe deceive you when it comes to the price, asking for more. (Well, gambling is pretty pricey these days, huh?)

-Roasts you for being late and exaggerates that he waited more than 5 minutes after you.

-Leaves early from work and goes to drink. He pulls Edgar with him as well, needing some good company around him. He doesn’t mind the raccoon, already used to it to crawling and hugging his Russian hat like it’s his friend or something.

Yosano Akiko- Girl power

-Fast and furious, will take you to your destination.

-Fashion police, silently judging your clothes, maybe making small comments if she likes something. “Oh, nice scarf, from where did you get it? “ or “I like this one, but green would’ve been better for you, darling. “

- Just like Chuuya, she will be dressed on fleek, like she is going to a party, not driving all day.

-Scoffs at the bad skills men are having in traffic, shaming them.

-Amazingly strong! You can catch her repairing something at the car or changing a wheel with no problem.

-She is really strict with the men she picks up. If you are a jerk, you should get ready for a full journey of ‘mommy issues’ talk.

-Big fan of gloves and boots. Sooooo…expect her to stop at a store just to buy a pair. ‘Wait here for a moment, I need to check something.” After, she comes back with 3 bags, all smiling. It’s okay since she is not taxing extra and the road with her is full of good conversations.

-Drinks with Chuuya in her spare time, always beating him on who holds their liquor better.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke– the rock taxi driver

- Has ‘No Smoking’ on his windows but if there is a client that insists on it, he is too shy to deny them, coughing all the way to their destination.

-You will find him listening to rock bands in his car.

-If you take him by surprise, he will lower the radio station and drive in an annoying buzz of it, too ashamed of what he was head-banging to, and too shy to change the station, afraid that he will offend you by hiding what he was listening to.

-Coughs a lot, making the customers raise a brow, wondering if he is sick or not.

-Pops coughing pills while sitting at the stop.

- Always wears a sad expression as he gazes outside.

-Hates to make small talk. So he just turns the radio a little louder to show that he is not into that.

-He wants to get home fast, but when Chuuya invites him out he can’t deny since he is older in this domain than him and fears that he might get kicked out if he angers him. He’s already predicting that the redhead will pass out, so he must be there to carry him home.

John Steinbeck – Plant lover taxi driver~

-Has plants on his dashboard, most of them are climbing all over the inside of the car.

-You would say that it’s a jungle inside, too crowded, but the scent around the car is giving you a relaxing mood as you sink in the green pillowed chair.

-He usually talks about vegetables and how people waste so much, and have no respect for the food and he gets in a very gloomy mood when he talks about money controlling this world.

-You can see him caressing the leaves of his plants with a proud face. When he catches you ogling him, he will gave you an apologetic smile, telling you that he saved the little plant in Winter at a store that threw it as garbage after they saw those yellow leaves. “Oh? Does it look weird? Hehehe… I’m sorry, I just love her so much, she used to be so small and with no chance on growing, but now she loves the car so much, I could not take her from her moving home.”

-Polite and his character is like a thousand suns. He just makes you feel better about yourself just sitting around him.

-After work he likes to take Lovecraft home, his partner is too tired to even stay awake to drive home. It’s his guilty pleasure to see him how peaceful he is sleeping in his environment.

-He leaves Lovecraft to crash at his home. He knows that initially Lovecraft had the nightshift, but that wouldn’t give them too much time to spend together, so he takes the task of preparing breakfast for both of them ~

Howard Lovecraft – Too tired for this job~

-He sleeps in any positions anytime, anywhere.

-Really silent while driving. So silent you will think he is rude.

-His car is awfully dark…It really is weird how the inside of a car is so gloomy in broad daylight.

-Heavy smoker and drinks too much caffeine to stay awake, so the air is pretty stifling.

-Murmurs his answers really low, it will annoy you that you have to ask countless of times ‘What? What was that? Sorry couldn’t get the last part...’

-Drives slowly and tempered. Sometimes you just want to push that accelerator pedal down.

-Mostly hums and nods at your questions. Doesn’t bother himself to engage in a conversation, avoiding it by sighing and mumbling a ‘How I wish I could sleep right now.’

-Has horror magazines under his seat. He enjoys reading them until he has to pick someone up.

-He exchanged his nightshift to spend more time with John, his friend that is a sun lover for his plants.

Chuuya Nakahara – Fancy hat driver

-The inside of the car is so classy…you’ll think you stepped into a royal house, not a car.

-Comfortable chairs that would make you stay there forever - you won’t want to leave.

-It has a smell of wine in the air, but as long as the driver seems sober and trust me, he is more than sober. *?

-You can call him Ranpo’s twin when it comes to complaining, but at least he drives you to your destination.

-Wears fancy hats, mostly to look taller, but he will just say he likes the fashion, rambling about some designers.

-He does a good job and at the end of the day, when he is about to go home and enjoy his glass of wine, he gets another client. ( It’s the one Dazai usually pass on him just because…). He does his job with clenched teeth.

-Likes to treat Akutagawa after a hard day , they go to a bar where the bartender praises them for making money in such an economy.

-Drinks too much and ends up talking too loud and too much about his life, afterwards passing out, so Akutagawa has to take him home.

Nathaniel Hawthorne- Priest on 4 wheels

-Okay , his front window has lots of religious icons and crosses .

-Smells like incense and white lilies inside.

-His radio station is on the Religious channel. He usually hums along when it’s a prayer on it.

-It makes you feel awkward when you want to ask something, since the volume is pretty loud.

-Crosses himself every time you pass a church.

-Silent, but when he talks it’s melting your heart. It just makes you want to open up, so don’t be surprised if at the end of the road you might cry after confessing some of your sins.

-He will tell you to go to the church and pray more at the end of the road and maybe wish you a ‘Godspeed’.

Mark Twain – Indie type

-Thrash radio music, he likes the lively music.

-If you hear him humming Justin Bieber and giggle, he would get into a defensive mode. “That is not Justin Bieber…or is it? I don’t know…How can I know? It’s just a song that was stuck in my mind…gosh. “

-Likes to hear the morning jokes on the radio.

-Smells like oranges and Christmas in his car…reason? He likes to drink a sweet coffee with cinnamon. Winter flavor.

-Has two dolls on the dashboard. He says they keep him company, being a gift from someone close to him.

-In his breaks, he calls Nathaniel and ignores if he just disturbed him from praying, just to chat with him. In the end, Padre will close his phone in the middle of the conversation.

Bonus :

Fukuzawa is the boss of the company, but Fitzgerald is the one that keeps the money.

52 notes · View notes

courage-a-word-of-justice · 7 years

Text

Nanbaka 17 | ACCA 3 | ReLIFE 7 - 13 (FINAL) | D Gray Man Hallow 2 - 6

(Nanbaka 17)

I bet the fandom makes, “Something is breaking. It’s my heart,” jokes from now on. Or something similar to that. Fandom is corny like that.

I only just realised, but the green numbers that appear at the start of the OP are cell 13’s prisoner numbers. D’oh.

Couldn’t you just grab the shackles, Rock?

Chibi Hajime? Never seen that one before.

It just occurred to me that Qi may have done this.

There seems to be a patch of purple on Jyugo’s torso…for some reason.

Upa did it…?

Hey, that Bruce Lee quote came back…! There also seems to be a Bungou Stray Dogs vibe going on, not really being helped by the fact Yuto Uemura is Atsushi and Jyugo. Tsukumo is Yuri from Yuri on Ice, which is kinda funny.

I…accept your man candy! LOL.

Kiji and Uno are crazily on the same wavelength…

Oh wow, Uno just pulled out the Dazai stops.

“10 minutes later…”

CGI doors…what a pain in the butt.

The eye style on Uno makes me LOL too hard.

(ACCA 3)

Oh, so the OP’s red bird is an acca. Okay.

Potato gratin on toast. Never tried it, but I like potato gratin on cheese and cheese on potato gratin.

Bar Tattler. Perfect name for a place to spill secrets.

Wow. Formal dress isn’t that different to ACCA wear but it makes people look completely different.

There were huggggggggggggggge strawberries last time, remember?

Ooh. Things are getting interesting thanks to Mauve and the 5 General guys.

(ReLIFE ep 7)

Isn’t that Windows 7 Yoake has?

I never asked this, but what happens to failed subjects?

Hmph. They say in Japan that a guy and a girl sharing an umbrella is romantic.

ReLIFE really addresses the difference between personal involvement and work involvement.

Yoake really does remind me of Dazai sometimes.

LOL, Onoya, Yoake. Meanwhile, is that a pink computer? Don’t think I’ve ever seen a monitor that’s pink, although I have seen a pink brick phone and a pink laptop.

Arata’s senpai’s tale matches Yoake’s relationship with subject 001, now that I think of it.

I wanna know more about Amagase-san.

Love bubbles and sparkles, LOL. You are one strange character, Yoake.

You can easily tell Arata’s saying sumimasen , even if there are no subs.

Why did “I don’t have a car!” make me laugh so much?

I think there was an excess “and” in the subs somewhere when Yoake was reporting near the end of the ep.

(ep 8)

The animation on Oga’s hand was unnatural (as in, his second and third fingers were too far apart) when he waved.

“In the pink of health”? Never heard that one before.

“Appetite” is probably the wrong word for it, Amatsu-sensei.

He didn’t react by laughing at Tamarai’s, but I guess that would’ve been misinterpreted and/or impolite.

The final year of high school is all about going all out…

Is the pill in the eyecatch always blue? I saw it was orange last ep.

There appear to be English dictionaries on Inukai’s shelf.

You can see the bags under Tamarai’s eyes.

Revenge of the CGI balls, LOL.

You can see how much Asaji wants to help when he reaches out but then he takes it back. Huh.

Update: I was familiar up to about this part in the manga.

(ep 9)

Omurice. I like that word. Omurice. Omurice. Probably because “omelet rice” sounds weird…Omurice.

Do you think ReLIFE would benefit if its fandom had more memes? Because bees. The Bee Movie seems to be pretty popular as a meme subject these days.

Is this why people always want younger people to enjoy their youth? So they don’t have their dreams crushed later?

The three line eyebrows are distinctive, but they look a bit weird.

Oga, you innocent butt. Blinking ever so innocently at Kariu.

How ironic of you to say, “The last thing you need is a fall”, Oga.

Hishiron can’t be a soccer nerd. “Gooooal” doesn’t suit her.

Doesn’t Kaizaki have any better clothes than black and grey shirts?

Hishiron has her school bag.

Bullying is a Big Deal in Japan, where you’re not meant to pick on people at all. Western cultures wish for outgoing people, so for someone like me who sits more on the introvert side, life kinda sucks.

Seriously, An and Yoake, get together.

*facepalms* What a dork, Kaizaki. Hitting your head in you panic like that won’t get you anywhere.

That’s a weird way of putting that, Hishiron. “[G]et revenge with someone,” that is.

About the entire plotline: It’s easier to “regress” when it comes to writing stories but harder to “regress” when it comes to real life. It must be because of how used to living and growing up people feel.

(ep 10)

At the top of the staircase, Hishiron looked so confused (after she said that she’d watch the tournament).

“Of course I know.” – (Chorus: Of course Yoake knows.)

You’re too darned strong (regarding the door), Kaizaki.

I heard there was an English dub of ReLIFE. Hopefully they can sell the Hishiron voice well enough.

The first time, I was wondering what came after this.

(ep 11)

Why do people say stuff like “I’ll come with”? I’ve said it before, but never questioned it until now.

I actually think Onoya’ll be really grumpy when she wakes up.

I guess it’s the hairstyle, but I look at Yoake and I’m seeing Dazai…again.

I bet Arata will be sad once it ends, LOL.

Black companies – corrupt businesses filled with salesmen and women who can’t escape. That’s basically what I’ve picked up from Osomatsu-san, anyway.

Notice the pill is normally white/blue. This time it was black/blue.

There’s a very Western feeling to this. No wonder the West likes this more than Japan itself. It’s also quite the sociological study. It helps that this was one of the only two shows I watched in summer 2016 the first time around (the other being Boueibu s2) – I can see “One Wish They Never Wanted” reflected in this, and knowing me and the hard times I went through at the end of the year, it was most likely deliberate. After all, they do carry similar themes.

(ep 12)

I think there was a central institution uni applications go through in Japan. In my country, they have something similar.

I shipped Kariu and Oga so hard during these last two eps. It helps that I almost never take the shows with the ships.

Ow. That burnt so much, Arata.

Such a convenient hole in the wall.

Kamioka’s hair looks a little puffy.

You jerk, Arata. You didn’t think “the same thing”. You thought nothing of the sort!

Why is Arata a fish? Probably because Kaizaki means “ocean peak” (or something like it).

What’s up with that statue?

August 10th, 6:30 pm onwards.That’s when the fireworks festival is.

Arata’s got his own harem~! (Neener neener…and so on.)

(ep 13)

Why are only the girls in kimono?! (Update: Or is that yukata?)

You suave, suave player, Yoake.

The white figures really aren’t helping their case…

The blue and yellow sign tells you there’s a traffic obstruction due to the fireworks.

They’ve got some heavy focus on the earrings in a certain shot. It’s such good news for the ship.

Holding hands is a much bigger deal in Japan than it is in the West.

Of course Tama is such a target for mozzies. She’s so big in that region.

The fireworks look so lifelike in this anime!!! I said that for Showa Genroku too, though.

Like an ephermeal flower, a fireworks exists…or some other weird Yoda stuff like that.

Arata’s seems to be blue, while Chizuru’s seems to be green for the sake of colour coding.

Onoya’s fan says “festival” on it.

The pill background looks kinda like footsteps. It must’ve been deliberate they used such a pattern.

Off model at its worst (when the duo sat on the bench).

Dangitfalsekissscene!

LOL, lookit Hishiron’s creepy face.

Nothing is better than a properly-pulled-off bookend.

Welp, that’s the end of that. Hopefully we can meet again sometime, for some other show.

(D Gray Man Hallow ep 2)

Every time I see this ep, I think of a song. It’s this one, to be precise about it. Never mind about the music video, the lyrics and title suit it too well.

Poor Tim.

Ooh, macaron cake!

I forgot who Phantom Thief G was the first time. Then I checked him up and I remembered.

Wrong “throw”, subbers.

This scene where Link is crying is…very odd. There’s a lot of logic that really should be obvious that gets bandied about here.

Really? Fanservice?

If he has Innocence, Timothy’s guilty (in a sense). How ironic.

How do people even evaluate the Akuma’s level on sight?

(ep 3)

“Soul mate” is probably overreacting a little too much.

What a weird butt Galmar is. I can understand his reasoning for what he thinks though.

(ep 4)

People can never seem to agree on how to spell Tyki’s name.

Renny? Seriously, I laugh too much. “Lenny” would’ve been a proper name, but that’s a guy’s name. Then again, this is anime we’re talking about...

Tim’s so cute with the ZZZs.

That burn, Allen. So deep.

“This is the order of the Pope.”

“Hunting Exorcists, huh?”

(ep 5)

Everyone spells Alma’s name as Alma Karma, but the book cover says Alma Carma (sic). Huh.

Sometimes I question the need for a science section in the middle of an Akuma vs Exorcist war.

What the freak, Earl? Don’t scare me like that!

Improper poses? That’s so threatening. (sarcastic)

Unnecessary fanservice, number 2…? (Specifically the “you perv” bit.)

(ep 6)

A-hey. Young!Kanda animated in such a way that it invokes humour…it looks like Yurio. Lots of things remind me of Yurio these days.

How do they know exactly how many seconds it’ll take until the Seconds regenerate?

It’s bunny!Hoshino!

Such gallows humour. That’s why the novelty wore off on this show.

I think the word they mean is youkai instead of sprite.

The jackets come off…kinda sorta.

Is it “dreamed” or “dreamt”?

Can people even hear using stethescopes? I’ve never tried it myself, but I want to know.

Sometimes you forget Allen’s there.

How’d blonde guy (Edgar) get that blood around him?

#simulcast commentary #ACCA #relife #nanbaka #d gray man hallow #acca 13-ku kansatsu-ka #nanbaka - the numbers #nanbaka the numbers #d gray man #Chesarka watches Nanbaka #Chesarka watches ACCA #Chesarka watches ReLIFE #Chesarka watches D Gray Man Hallow

3 notes · View notes

elliotthezubat · 7 years

Text

DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 49

camping trips, three way wars, and general chaos

Anne #2: *roars, coming from the floor* atsushi: !! shitshitshitshitshitshit! *runs* Anne #2: *clutches Atsushi, wrapping him in ribbons* atsushi:.... ah biscuits. Lucy: *waves* "Toodles." *The door opens, pulling Atsushi in* atsushi: FUUUUUUUUUUU- *Door slams shut* Lucy: "And now, that just leaves the doctor..." *smiles* "You're free to go~ Fitzgerald told me I only had to take care of the Man-Tiger, not some dotting middle-age tired old fart--" White Coat: "..." *smiles* Lucy: "???" White Coat: *creepy face* "Why don't you give it a try, little girl?" Lucy: "!!!" *feels a chill run up her spine* atsushi: *ahem* White Coat: "You can't...because you have lost." Lucy: "???" *looks* "Man-Tiger?! How are you--" atsushi: the game...isnt over...just yet... Lucy: "How?! The door was shut! I saw it!" atsushi: seems the plan worked then... this was a two against 1 battle. *White Snow dissolves...The door was a fake* Lucy: "B-But how were you able to resist being pulled?!" atsushi: sheer willpower and the help of a friend. you know, there's one thing you got wrong. im not the most strong or popular of people. in all seriousness, i bring misfortune by being alive, so i can understand why you resent other people. in all honesty, i dont want you to fail and be abandoned. but i have to protect the people close to me! Lucy: *shaking...tries to step back but feels like she's being pulled forward* "What?!" atsushi: gotcha. *yanks on the ribbon* Lucy: "AAAHH!" *pulled towards Atsushi* atsushi: *catches her* please, deactivate your ability and let everyone go. if not, you'll get dragged in with me and we'll all be trapped! Lucy: "I-I can't be defeated! I mustn't--" atsushi: please hurry, i cant hold on forever. *slipping* Lucy: "..." *sobs, de-activates...* atsushi: *blinks.* -everyone is back outside- ???: *crying* atsushi: *turns to see naomi comforting a crying lilac* naomi: it's ok, we'll find your friends soon. naho: LILA! *hugs him* I WAS SO WORRIED! Lilac: *holding on* "I was so scared!" Tanizaki: "Naomi!" naomi:.. BIG BRO~! *HUUUG* atsushi:....*notice someone*...hey...s-sorry about that....but if you need somewhere to stay, maybe the agency- *PUNCH* atsushi: X-X ok...i deserved that....*nosebleed* Lucy: *runs* White Coat: "Oh dear..." atsushi:... elise: what, did you look up her skirt or something? atsushi: w-what?! N-NO! THAT ISNT- I-I WOULDNT- White Coat: *shiny eyes* "Elise! You're safe!" elise: yeah, i thought it would be funny to see you freak out if i went missing, rintarou. atsushi: !! oh! you're that guy from the hotel the other day! is this your daughter? White Coat: .w.; "...What?" elise: nah, rintarou just makes me call him 'daddy'. atsushi:........................... White Coat: OWO;;; *Someone hugs Atsushi* atsushi: eh- kyouka!.... owo; kyouka, i think we should go away from this man. i get the feeling he wants bad things for you. White Coat: O____________O Kyoka: "...I was worried about you..." atsushi: well, im here now, but we really should be getting far from this weird guy. White Coat: Q~Q "...I'm just a middle-aged nobody who works at a small company..." *clears his throat, smiles friendly at Atsushi* "But I would like to give you advice, young man." atsushi: if its on how to pick up young girls, i'll pass thanks. Kyoka: *protective tug on Atsushi's arm* White Coat: (thinking: "ENOUGH WITH THE FUCKING JOKES YOU LITTLE--") *serene smile* "No matter how dire the circumstances seem, every problem has a solution. Don't forget that." Kyoka: "..." *realization* O_O atsushi: yeaaah- HOLY MOLEY WHAT IS THAT?! *points to something, then picks up kyouka and runs* Kyoka: *clutching Atsushi, partially to protect him, partially in fear* White Coat: "??? ...Well, that was fun!" elise: come on rintatou, lets blow this popcicle stand! atsushi:...*phew* its ok kyouka, that creepy guy wont hurt you now....kyouka? Kyoka: *collapsed to her knees, shaking* "N-No..." atsushi: ?! kyouka? kyouka what's wrong?! -down the road- White Coat: "..." ???:.....ugh, you know, the stubble makes you look like even more of a disgusting creep, sir. -_-; White Coat: "You think I need a shave, then?" elise: yeah, you look like an old man. ???:.....*cringe* aaanyway, you might want to take a look at this. *walking into an alley* White Coat: "???" -several mafioso's are surrounding a dead man- mafioso: eyyy the boss is here! *White Coat is now in a dark coat...Mori...* Mori: "...Who did this? An assassin from the Guild?" mafioso 2: actually, i think this guy _was_ from the guild. mafioso 3: hey errand chick, here to get screwed by the boss again? rain: FUCK OFF, JERRY! Mori: *stares at Rain* "...Late." rain: D8< i lead you here! sir! Mori: *looks down upon her* "You were not when I needed you...You will make up for that today." rain: !!!..... TT~TT yes, sir... Mori: *smirks, before looking back at the dead man* "The Guild...The Agency...This is quite a problem...But no matter how difficult the problem, a solution will present itself. A solution bathed in blood." -elsewhere- Lucy: *shaking* -elsewhere- lilac: *shaking* Sakuya: "It's okay...You're safe now." naho: i know, it sounds ridiculous, but it really happened! >n< Sakuya: "I believe you! I'm not doubting that...Not like we haven't seen other people make it look like we're somewhere else..." naho: i guess.....*slight pout* Sakuya: "..." *holds her hand* naho: to be honest, im a bit jealous. i mean, higan can use fire, lavender can paralyze people, otogiri can use her strings, but i cant do anything. even lilac has a cool ability, and he's younger than me! Sakuya: "...Maybe you just haven't discovered your own ability...And I think you already have one." naho: you think so? Sakuya: *nods* "You got a level head that keeps a lot of people here sane. Including me." -elsewhere- Rin: "Think I over-packed?" kyouko: ... *sweatdrop* Yukio: "...You're not taking an entire television set with you." Rin: "Then what do I watch out there?" kyouko: im sure they're letting you bring your phones with you, right? Rin: "I think so...but I like a big screen--" kyouko: maybe someone is bringing an ipad? Rin: "..." *pouts* "Okay, fine." *hands the TV to Yukio--who collapses under its weight* Yukio: >__< kyouko:...oh! that's right, uncle shiro told me to give you this. *it's bug spray* just in case. Rin: "Oh, sweet! That'll help!" *smiles* -elsewhere- Kid: "Feeling okay?" stocking: yeah. Kid: *smiles* "I'm glad. Busy few days ahead..." stocking: yeah. Kid: "...That camping trip?" stocking: not that exactly, but just work in general. Kid: "...The woman...?" stocking: i think her name is michelle? .....i kind of feel bad for neuhaus... Kid: *nods* "...Is True Cross pursuing any actions against him?" stocking: i havent found out yet. but if i were the one in charge, i'd say the pain he's going through is punishment enough. Kid: "...Have you said so to your father?" stocking: yeah. he said he'll see what he can do. Kid: *nods* "...This is sad." -elsewhere- Kunikida: "...You're late." atsushi: well, we ran into a bit of trouble on the way. Tanizaki: *protective of Naomi* Kyoka: "..." Kunikida: "...Evidently. What happened?" -atsushi explains what happened- Kunikida: "...Fitzgerald, making a move." atsushi: what do we do? Kunikida: "...Keep an eye on their locations as best we can. Anticipate attacks. Arm ourselves." atsushi: .... Dazai: "...Too bad I wasn't there. I bet I would've been some help." *friendly smile* -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: "I think someone else may need to visit the Mafia and the Agency." louisa: w-w-who do you suggest, lord francis? Fitzgerald: "Maybe Steinbeck?" louisa: r-right. i'll inform him right away! Fitzgerald: *nods* "Thank you." -elsewhere- tall man:......... Shorter man: "Why are the roads here so narrow?!" tall man:....we should just walk.... Shorter man: *pouts, as he puts on his hat* "It'll be a long walk to deliver the package..." *stares the car* "My poor steed..." -elsewhere, in a garden- ???: .... Mori: "Are you ready?" ???: *she nods* dont worry kyouka, mama will be there soon.... -the next day- Kyoka: "..." atsushi: hey, we got ourselves a job today! *hands her a stun gun* here. Kyoka: "...What is this for?" atsushi: so you can protect yourself. (thinking: without using her ability...) -and so- Kyoka: "...This errand..." atsushi: all we have to do is deliver this evidence to a court judge. *shows her a picture* here's what he looks like. think you can handle this? Kyoka: "It's fine. I will definitely succeed." -and so- guard: sorry miss, but a permit is required. Kyoka: "I am from the Detective Agency. I am here to deliver." guard: just the same, you're just gonna have to wait, i dont make the rules i just enforce them, ok? Kyoka: "..." *walks back to Atsushi* atsushi: darn. we'll need to get past him somehow. Kyoka: "Finish him off." atsushi: we're not...gonna kill him. *sweatdrop* Kyoka: "...I could seduce him away." atsushi: we're not doing that either!! (thinking: that would just be weird!) Kyoka: *pouts* *then sees someone walking to a side entrance* "...There." atsushi: ?? perfect. -it was the judge- atsushi: !! come on! Kyoka: *follows* atsushi: you head in, i'll keep watch. Kyoka: *pulls out lock-pick and opens the door to enter* Kyoka: *holds her stun gun, aiming as she passes through hall* atsushi: ^^; y-you could just knock. Kyoka: "...Then it would not be infiltration, would it?" Kyoka: *spots a janitor's locker* "..." *light bulb* -and so- Kyoka: *in janitor's uniform, pushing cart up to a guard* "Judge wanted his room cleaned." guard: um...ok... Kyoka: *nods* "Thank you." *quickly goes to judge's office* judge: ye-? Kyoka: *hold up envelop* "Delivery." judge: oh, why thank you. -later- atsushi: i got crepes! Kyoka: *shiny eyes* "Yummy..." atsushi: so how did it go? Kyoka: "I did not have to electrocute anyone...mostly." atsushi: ah. that's....good. ^^; Kyoka: "...Why did you have me go with you?" atsushi: i guess to train you? show you the ropes? m-metaphorically speaking. Kyoka: "...'Ropes'?" atsushi: n-not actual 'ropes' per say, i-its a metaphor. like a figure of speech. Kyoka: "...I'd rather see actual ropes. They are useful in missions: infiltration, asphyxiation--" Kyoka: *holds her cell phone* atsushi: *sweatdrop* Kyoka: "...I learned many ways to kill." -phone buzzes- atsushi: !!! Kyoka: "?!!!" ???: demon snow. punish the man who brought kyouka into this world of lies. -shink- atsushi:.....*collapses, bleeding* Kyoka: *frozen* "..." ????: there you are, kyouka. *she smiles* Kyoka: "...No..." kouyou: i was so worried when you didnt return home, and here i find you, playing with this monster. *steps onto atsushi's back* atsushi: *yelps in pain* Kyoka: "How...You...The phone?" kouyou: simple, i just got a new phone~ it's ok. mama will protect you. atsushi: k-kyouka, run! Kyoka: *tries to move...trips backwards* kouyou: it's alright now. im here to help you. Kyoka: *can't move* kouyou: *she hugs her* you poor thing, deluded into believeing this world is one of light. but i know one day, these knaves will exploit you and your ability. i promise, i wont let that happen... if i must eliminate them, then i shall do so. atsushi: tch-...that's rich coming from the mafia. -he charges at her, but is slashed- atsushi: ?! Kyoka: *shocked* Kyoka: "St-St-" atsushi: *he looks up to see an entity, similar to demon snow.* w-what? kouyou: golden demon. finish him off. Kyoka: "STOP!" kouyou: ?? Kyoka: "Do not hurt him." kouyou: ....*faux smile* oh you poor naive girl. im afraid its not that simple. you see, mr mori has issued an execution notice for all members of the ADA. i was able to convince him to spare you, so come home with us. a flower born in the dark, can only survive in the dark, after all. Kyoka: "You're wrong!" kouyou: ?! Kyoka: "I am not a flower of darkness." kouyou:....*glares hatefully at atsushi* this is your fault, boy. you've tainted her with your light...but i can still save her. -she aims her sword at his neck- kouyou: if he dies under your care, the agency will surely abandon you... Kyoka: "Stop!" *quiet* "...I'll go." atsushi: !! kouyou:...good girl. Kyoka: "..." *walks to Kouyou* kouyou: *opens her arms to hug her* *STAB* kouyou: ....*sneers, holding the blade to keep it from piercing any further* well done, it seems i have taught you well... Kyoka: *holds up a phone* kouyou:....!!! Kyoka: *flips it open* kouyou: dont do it! if you do, you'll- Kyoka: "Demon Snow!" -elsewhere- toru: *crawling* chie: *smiles* Yohei: "That a boy!" toru: guu! Yohei: "Good!" *claps his hands* "You're moving so fast, kiddo!" -he tumbles and falls on his side- toru: ah....hehe. chie: aw, you're ok buddy. Yohei: *smiles* "He's in good spirits--'cause he's going to keep trying 'til he gets it." chie: *smiles* just like his daddy. Yohei: ^\\\^ *smooch* -elsewhere- -slash slash clang- kouyou: do you see now?! this is the nature of your blade! killing all in your way without hesitation; just like a demon! Kyoka: "You're wrong!" kouyou:.... please, its not because i do not sympathize with you...however, some things are not meant to be. a flower that blooms in the dark can only survive in the dark. if it touches the light, it will burn... Kyoka: "...Even if that is the case...how can I forget this wonderful dream--now that I've seen it?!" kouyou:...please come home, my child. your true nature can never change. if that was not the case, you would not be able to use the demon as a weapon. after all, it was that demon who killed your parents. atsushi: !!! Kyoka: *struggles to look back at Atsushi* "It's not true...It's...not..." *drops her cell phone* -several mafia cars pull up- atsushi: (thinking: ah biscuits) Kyoka: *looking around, fearful* -suddenly, a car gets straight up flung into the air- kouyou: !!! what the ever-loving fuck?! atsushi: kenji! Kenji: "Howdy!" *adjusts dress* mafioso: who's the strong chick? Maifioso 2: *heart eyes* she's gorgeous! Kenji: "Hee hee..." *winks* mafioso 2: PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME! atsushi: -__-; (thinking: he's enjoying this way too much...) kouyou:.... (thinking: an onnagata?) Kenji: "We can talk about dinner and gifts later. First, I have to do this--" *picks up a car and holds it over the Mafiosos' heads* mafioso: hot dam- -KO- atsushi:....oh, kunikida! Kunikida: "We followed a signal on Kyoka's phone--" *picks up Atsushi by the head* atsushi: ow! kouyou: why you vermin....kyouka, come here! Kunikida: "..." *sets Atsushi down* "Dragging us into this, because you can't fight your own battles...But if it is a war this monster wants..." atsushi: kyouka, its ok, we'll help you! mafioso 3: wa, wa, waaaa.... Mafioso 4: "What the hell, Frank?" mafioso 5: uh....who're those guys? ???: "Ooooo! A fight!" Kunikida: "???" tall man: itchy....*walks over to the fountain...and sits in the water*....better.... Shorter Man: "...The Guild is not paying you to bathe in public water! And little kids could've spit in there!" atsushi: o-o;;;; ooooohhhh shiiiitake mushrooms. Shorter Man: "Besides, we're here to deliver a package--" *looks at Kenji* o\\\\\\o "Daymn." Kenji: "Hee hee...You make me blush." atsushi:.....do you want to tell him or should i? Kunikida: -_-;;; "We have bigger worries...Like a three-way battle between the Mafia, the Agency, and now the Guild." frank:....um...does anyone hear- -CRASH- ???: *cough cough* ???: "We have arrived?" ???: well i do believe so. ??: 'bout time. i was gettin' bored up there. ???: well, it is a shame poe and alcott arent here, they're afraid'a heights you see, but they're better off dead. ??: yeah, real damn sha- *spots kenji* !! *slides on up to 'her'* well hello there, good lookin~ Kenji: "??? Man, I am really pulling this off!" *waves* atsushi: *JAWDROP* Kenji: "What's your name, stranger?" ??: the name's twain, but you can call me, *winks* anytime~ *hands kenji his number* tall man: *has birds all over him like he's a statue* steinbeck....twain's hitting on your date. Steinbeck: (ಠ_ಠ) *grabs Kenji's hand* "I saw her first!" Kenji: *blushes* twain: steinbeck, do not cockblock me here, i havent had a date since getting here. kouyou:... shoot them! mafioso: no way, this is getting good! Kenji: "Boys, boys! This is no way to behave! The proper way is with bribery!" -DOUBLE WHACK- ???: i do apologize for these two hooligans. they dont know how to mind their manners, miss....? atsushi: toshiko! her name is toshiko! Kenji: owo; "...Toshiko is my name-o!" ???: i see. atsushi: *looks at kunikida* Kunikida: "..." *sigh* "I have to do everything..." *pulls out a smoke bomb* -BOOOOOOOM- Steinbeck: *cough cough* ???: !!!! *uses the windy thing to blow the smoke away. both the agency and mafia have escaped* hmph. they got away. Steinbeck: D:< "Including my lil apple dumplin’!" twain: damn. well, i got to give her my number~! -thunk- twain: ow! Steinbeck: >_< ???: now you just keep your lil snake in your pants mister. Steinbeck: "...Ha ha. 'Little.'" twain: tch-, at least i know how to show her a good time, unlike you, farmer boy. Steinbeck: "I know how to please a woman! Farms teach you lots of stuff!" ??: reeeeally hoping that isnt relevant. Steinbeck: "...So, what now? We report to Fitzgerald while I find the Agency and my sweet cherry pie darlin’?" twain: why dont you leave that to me~ and i'll take her out to a nice dinner to boot! Steinbeck: "I'll take her dancing!" -the squabbling continues until the tall man picks them both up and holds them away from each other before clunking their heads together- tall man:...too noisy. ???: thank you, lovecraft. lovecraft:.... Steinbeck: X_X twain: >-< ow! -elsewhere- Mori: "...Failure." mafioso: w-we're really sorry sir, and we dont know where the boss lady went. kyouka ran off in all the chaos and she followed after....she kinda vanished.... Mori: "...None of you followed her? Or could find her? Then what good are you?" mafioso: there was too much smoke and screaming sir! Mori: "If you could not handle the Agency _and_ the Guild, then I need someone more powerful to face them..." Mori: "And that means targeting the Director of the Detective Agency!" *smiles brightly* "Elise! New dress time!" -elsewhere- Yosano: "Time to heal injuries?" kouyou:....do your worst. *smirks* atsushi:....(thinking: kyouka vanished during all the commotion...) Yosano: *smirks* "Yay! New plaything..." *pulls out chainsaw* Dazai: "??? ...Maybe call her, Atsushi?" atsushi:... if i do that, i risk activating demon snow... Dazai: "Then that would get a report out...and either we would find her...or the Mafia would first." atsushi:.....this would be easier if she wasnt a wanted criminal... Dazai: "...Hey. We'll find her. Just have to keep searching." -later- kouyou:.....*smiling, but trembling* dazaaaai. how...nice...to see you.... Dazai: "...Big sis. Long time." atsushi: wait, she's your sister? kouyou: it's a figure of speech, rememeber? atsushi: ....... Dazai: "Now, kouyou, let's chat: where's Kyoka?" kouyou: that's what i would like to know myself.....*looks at atsushi* boy. atsushi: i have a name! kouyou: a name i do not know, nor do i care to. atsushi: D8 atsushi:....you... you scared her off! kouyou:...*chuckles* atsushi: WHY THE HELL ARE YOU LAUGHING?! *claw arm* Dazai: *puts out his arm* "Atsushi, no." atsushi: b-but- Dazai: *takes him by the shoulders, spins him around* "Leave her to me. I got this." atsushi:..... -elsewhere- Steinbeck: "Aim..." *BANG* Steinbeck: "Good shot!" louisa: *holds up a card that says '10'* ???: mr fitzgerald, we've recieved a report that the agency has vacated their building. Fitzgerald: "..." *smiles* "A hunt is no fun without the challenge of finding your prey." louisa: t-the mafia is making they're move as well, sir. Fitzgerald: *stares* "...I had to work two whole years to buy a gun of this model." Fitzgerald: *fires multiple shots at the target, demolishing it* -elsewhere- atsushi: i didnt think there was a seminar hall underground. yosano: well, death city is just full of surprises, as well as underground passages. there's even rumors of an ancient inventor living within the catacombs. atsushi: *gulp* creepy. Kunikida: "I assume we will be dividing up our resources effectively now." atsushi: i guess.....oh, looks like the boss is here. mr fukuza- Fukuzawa: *holds up a hand* "Listen, everyone. A few days ago, war was avoidable. That option is no longer available." atsushi: ?! d-dazai? Fukuzawa: "Dazai will lead the discussion about where we go from here." Dazai: "Call me Professor Dazai!" *stands behind teacher's desk* atsushi: *sweatdrop* [thinking: i fear to imagine what school would be like with him as a teacher...] Dazai: "The Guild has a lot of money, the Mafia has a lot of troops. Therefore, if we fight either one head-on, we'll end up a beaten pulp of blood, tendons, and bones!" yosano:.....*griiiiiin* atsushi: o.o;;; (thinking: having these guys as teachers or classmates....would be terrifying) Dazai: "That means guerrilla tactics are our best options--dividing up our members into defense and offense. And that means you in defense have one objective: protect Doctor Yosano!" yosano:...for some reason i am tempted to hit you. but then again, i am your only medic, so... Dazai: "And with the Doctor protected, you'll all be able to go all out in battle without worrying about the deadly injuries you will surely experience!" atsushi: (thinking: im not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing) yosano: and we also have a one-up on the guild. our secret weapon; kenji! or rather 'toshiko'. Kenji: "Huh? Oh, thanks!" *smiles* atsushi: (at least kenji is having a good time...) Dazai: "Offense will divide into two teams: me and Atsushi, Kunikida and Tanizaki." atsushi: *points to self* me? o-o; Dazai: *nods* "You'll need my power nullifier." atsushi: then everyone else is defence, right? -elsewhere- Chuuya: "Hmph. I said we can't trust outsiders..." *dials up Mori* *Phone dials...* Chuuya: "Come on...Someone, answer." elise: giddeyup horsey! rain: TT_TT Mori: "Rain, get the phone, please." rain: eliiise, please get off me TT-TT elise: but im not doooone yeeeet. *kicks her in the hip* rain: ow! Mori: "Rain. Now!" rain: alriiiight! *gets up, dropping elise* elise: owie! rain: *answers the phone* yes? Chuuya: "Oh, Rain. Hello. Is Mori there?" Mori: *gasps* "Elise!" *runs to her* "Are you okay?" rain: m-mu-chu-mr nakahara! h-he's right here! Mori: *glares at Rain* elise: rain bucked me off! *faux crying* she's so mean to me! rain: D8 Mori: "Then she will be punished." *takes the phone* "Elise, continue your play while I speak with Nakahara~" elise: ok~ *kicks rain in the shin* rain: AH! *falls* Chuuya: "Boss, the attack failed. Even though I had men tailing him--" Mori: "Relax. It is to be expected of the Detectives' leader. Carry on with the plan. The thing we planted on the Assassin's sleeve--how's the scan marker?" Chuuya: *checks* "...I got a signal." Mori: "Follow it. That is where we make our first attack." Mori: *looks to Elise and Rain* rain: please stoooop TT-TT Mori: *smiles* "Having fun, Elise?" elise: *kicking her in the stomach* you hurt me dummy! *looks at mori* yeah rintarou. ^^ Mori: "That's good! Elise, keep playing. Rain, stop screwing up." rain: TT____TT -elsewhere- *A man is seated, reading, as a woman stares at him* Man: "...Stop looking at me." woman: i wasnt. *looks up* i cant wait for autumn to get here already. Man: "Why, so you can see things die?" *flips a page* woman: well arent you gloomy. but no. its i may finally be free from this stiflin’ heat. Man: "Then go into the shade." *continues reading* "I cool my blood..." woman: hmph. tell me, father, does the term 'ashes to ashes' ring any bells? *cue the windy thing tearing up his book* Man: *stares at his broken book, then up at the fragments of pages* "...Genesis 3:19." woman: hmm... just dont ya'll forget why we're here now. this here hotel room is now our base of operations. Man: "I think you have forgotten God's mission to me: pass judgment on sinners. Those would be our enemies. Unless you want to atone as well, Margaret Mitchell?" margaret: oh please, ya'll arent even worthy of polishin' my shoes, hawthorne. guild worker: oh for the lovva god, just kiss already! margaret: LESS TALKING MORE MOVING Hawthorne: "Hmph." guild worker: oh and another thing. you've been kinda treating us like dirt since we got here. this isnt the civil war, ma'am. so we decided to form a union! Hawthorne: "...A union? Seriously?" margaret:... *windy things him off the roof* guild worker: *SCREAMS* -crunch- Hawthorne: *looks around* "Anyone else in this union?" -silence- Hawthorne: "Good. Now, give us our mail." guild worker 2: you got a letter, just came in this morning. margaret:....is this..crayon? Hawthorne: *reads it* "Looks like an adult's handwriting, though." *reads it* " 'Dearest sir and madam: Seeing that you came all this way, I am sure you may feel out of place. My little lady as well feels confined and wishes to play outside. Even as she is so boisterous, she is still so adorable I could die!'" *looks at Margaret* "...What the devil is he prattling on about?" margaret: seems they dote on their daughter quite a bit. Hawthorne: *continues reading* " 'But I digress. I write about our recent military conflict. Below is the list of the Guild's assets we will destroy--'" margaret: .... O_O they're going to attack the hotel?! this is a public facility! they must be nuttier than a squirrel's thanksgivin'! Hawthorne: *reading* " 'First, your hotel. Second, Mr--'" *pauses* "...'Mr. Hawthorne's life.'" margaret: ...miss mitchell's life?! c-clearly this is some kind of a joke by some petty immigrants. guild worker: woooow. not okay! guild worker 2: hey! we got an intruder! Hawthorne: *stares at the man* "...What kind of eyepiece is he wearing? And are those...lemons?" margaret: must be some homeless vagabond. Hawthorne: "Now I recognize him: that insane bomber on the train a while back--" Motojiro: "I'M NOT INSANE!" Hawthorne: "And the Detective Agency easily defeated you." margaret: we should just turn him over to the authorities. Hawthorne: *takes his cross in his hand* "Not the best plan, as he has already planted those 'lemons'--bombs--around our building." margaret: you're telling me those lemons are bombs? *laughing* Motojiro: "Sh-Shut up! My plan was genius!" Hawthorne: *cuts into his own hand* margaret:.... Motojiro: .____. "You're a cutter and calling me insane--" *SLICE* margaret: ......*sly grin* Motojiro: *gasps, shuddering in pain* "WHAT THE HELL?!" Hawthorne: "Will you not atone, you boring bomber of the Mafia?" Motojiro: "I-I-I'm not with the Mafia! I'm the ambassador of the universe! Here to bring a message of...um...love?" margaret:...he must have been snorting something before he arrived here. Motojiro: .w.; "...Did that excuse work, pretty lady?" margaret:........father, if you would so kindly proceed. Hawthorne: *takes a lemon* "You have your scarlet mark now upon your body..." *points to the A carved into Motojiro* "Now, without your penance..." *tosses the lemon at Motojiro* Motojiro: "!!! No--" *BOOM* Hawthorne: "...God's grace." -a helicopter flies over- Hawthorne: "Let's hope they are careful with the supplies--" ???: " 'God'?" margaret: ??....!!! h-how?! Motojiro: *grins* "You think God speaks to you? Ha! You call me insane, you crazy preacher?! The language of God is science!" -beep- Motojiro: "And science means always questioning...And you didn't question what was in that shipment on your helicopter..." margaret: what was that? *looks up*.... oh ya'll have to be shitting me. Motojiro: "My actual ability is not making bombs--it's surviving _lemon-shaped bombs_!" person on the streets below: are those....lemons? Hawthorne: "...That's still asinine." Motojiro: "Say that to your God when you're dead!" margaret: EVERYONE OFF THE ROOF! -BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM- lana: !?!?! w-what the heck was that? Bellhop: "?! An explosion?! Is that...fire?!" lana: *goes to call the fire brigade* -on the streets below- margaret: *landing via the windy thing* what on earth is this place?!?! guild worker: the whole roof is in flames....good thing there's steel keeping it from spreading....i think that's how steel works...right? Hawthorne: "The letter referred to destroying three items on their list. We are Numbers 2 and 3. I suggest we escape." margaret: indeed. *they run into an underground tunnel* Hawthorne: *follows--and sees someone* "??" margaret: oh, that's the senior secretary, isnt it? ......w-wha... Dead!Secretary: *mouth opens...then rips the face apart, revealing...lemon bombs* Hawthorne: "Mitchell!" *tackles her out of the way* margaret: ?!?! *BOOM* margaret: !!! are you alright? Hawthorne: *covers her, as building around them collapses* -elsewhere- Burns: "...You finished?" dia: we've detained the culprit. Burns: "Bring him here." foien: *has his hands ziptied and sits him down* there you go. Motojiro: "Ow! Hey! I know my rights! You can't just--" Burns: *holds up a flame to his face* Motojiro: ._. dia: you'll have time to explain during the trial. -elsewhere- Mori: *playing chess with himself* "The Guild has formidable people. Difficult to take down." *picks up the Rook* "We'll have to send our most spirited piece..." -elsewhere- -shink- margaret:...ah....*coughing blood* Hawthorne: *stares in shock* "Oh no..." Akutagawa: "This is stifling--" *SHINK* Hawthorne: *wide-eyed, as he sees himself stabbed* Akutagawa: "Let's get this over with." Hawthorne: "..." *smiles, laughs* "Here to test me, Examiner?" Akutagawa: "I shall test you, yes." *sends his tendrils at Hawthorne* Hawthorne: *blocks with his blood* Akutagawa: "?!" Hawthorne: "You can't shake my faith so easily, demon." Akutagawa: "...Rashomon." Hawthorne: "SCARLET LETTER!" *CLASH* Hawthorne: *his attack is sliced down* "?!!" Akutagawa: "Pathetic. Fight me with all you have, Brother, or this assassination will be for nothing." Hawthorne: "Do not call me that...I don't need to fight with all I have--when this fight is already over." Akutagawa: "???" *sees his own blood on his coat* "You cut me. Congratulations--" *The blood leaps up* Akutagawa: "?!!!" Hawthorne: "Not your blood." *The blood circles around Akutagawa* Hawthorne: "I was wrong, though. You are not a demon: you merely feast on prey weaker than you." -a breeze is blowing- margaret: nng... Akutagawa: "?!!" Hawthorne: "Mitchell...?" margaret:...the mafia...war...all meaningless...the only thing that matters to me is restoring my family's reputation. how could the likes of you, who has never known humiliation or defeat, ever beat me?! *The ground starts to shake* margaret: ....wha-....ah..... *SLICE* Hawthorne: "!!!" Akutagawa: "_I_ have never known defeat? No. Defeat has been my constant companion." Hawthorne: ("He's broken free of my technique! I can't run--") Akutagawa: *rushes at Hawthorne--* *COUGH* Akutagawa: *collapses to his knees, clutching his stomach* Akutagawa: "...What are you doing? I said I would battle you. So fight me with all that you have!" Hawthorne: "...Why do you persist, despite your injuries?" Akutagawa: "..." *steps forward* "I want to hear something from someone..." Hawthorne: "...You have faith." *slices his hand* "I have changed my mind: I will fight you with all I have--" Akutagawa: *leaps* Hawthorne: *fires at him* margaret: *attempting to break free* *pained scream* Hawthorne: *spots her* "Mitchell, stop!" margaret: it...hu..rts... Hawthorne: "Don't! Just stay--" *SLICE* margaret:.......no... Akutagawa: *shot...but smiling, as Rashomon slices through Hawthorne* Hawthorne: "..." *shudders, collapsing to his knees* Akutagawa: "To finish this..." *releases his last attack* margaret: !!! nathaniel!! Hawthorne: "..." *smiles peacefully* Akutagawa: "?!!!" *Akutagawa pictures Dazai smiling at him...and Atsushi...* *The blood of Hawthorne slices at Akutagawa, ripping at his body...* Akutagawa: "N-No...No! Rashamon! Destroy him!" *Rashamon reaches for Hawthorne...* -SHINK- margaret:....*impaled, holding hawthorne* Hawthorne: "!!! ..." *sobs* "M-Margaret...Why?" margaret: i....lo..lov....*collapses* Hawthorne: "...Margaret!" *SLICE* *BOOM* Akutagawa: *stays back, as he sees the ceiling fall onto the couple* *Blood pools under the debris* Akutagawa: " 'It's okay...to live'..." -elsewhere- Kenji: "But I have a date!" yosano: no butts, it's too dangerous right now. that goes for you too edogawa! -morning- chie: good thing they finally caught that bomber... Yohei: "...Can't have more of them. Not again." chie: *she nods* Yohei: "...Maybe I should help. I mean, I'm sure I have something that could detective explosives..." -elsewhere- higuchi: motojiro is requesting a lawyer to bust him out of prison. Mori: *pouts* "That's troublesome. Can't someone else do it?" higuchi: well, ryunosuke recently became ill and has confined himself to his room... Mori: "...Fine. Send Q. Oh, and tell Ryunosuke to get better immediately. RAIN! BRING HIM HOT SOUP!" higuchi: !!!??? q?! y-you cant be serious! Mori: *stares* "You think I'm not a serious person?" *he's writing letters with glittery crayons* elise: im gonna want those back when you're done, rintarou! >n< higuchi:....im on it then....*shudders* -muttering amongst the mafiosos- mafioso: is he out of his mind?! Mafioso 2: you saw what that...that _thing_ did to ted...poor, poor ted. Mafioso #3: *sniff* "Ted still owed me $20..." TT_TT -elsewhere- kirako: hi there mii-chan. i know you must be so lonely right now. but dont you worry, the pet sitter is taking good care of you. naomi:.... kirako: EEP! n-naomi! i-i was working! i swear! naomi: i didnt say anything, im just standing here. but look at this. *puts a newspaper on the table* kirako: *reading* 'explosion at local hotel, mad man in ski goggles held for questioning'. -meanwhile- yosano:....!!! we have someone on the cameras Fukuzawa: "...One man." Chuuya: "..." *grins at the camera* Fukuzawa: "Yosano, activate the guns." -vreeeeeen- -the camera disconnects- yosano: ?!?! Fukuzawa: "?!" *The bullets bounce away and off each other, missing Chuuya* Chuuya: "If you're still alive, come on out, Detectives." yosano:....director? Fukuzawa: "..." *looks at Rampo* Rampo: *nods* -and so- Chuuya: "How insulting. The Agency sends only two?" yosano: sorry hun, but you're gonna need an appointment first~ Chuuya: "Ha ha ha...You think the Mafia needs an appointment to tear down your base?" Kenji: "I don't think you need to!" yosano: if you want to, be my guest. but i have the feeling you arent here for that. Chuuya: "??? You think so?" yosano: we _are_ detectives after all. if we cant deduce the reason for a client's visit, then what kind of detectives are we? -elsewhere- lovecraft: ...... Steinbeck: "So, as I was saying, that's the way to properly farm and sell your produce." lovecraft:....there's the lodge. -quite a bit of flowers growing here- Steinbeck: *shiny eyes* "Flowers!" Steinbeck: "Sunflowers! And flower crowns! Woo hoo!" lovecraft:....how nice. Steinbeck: "I'll grow her more flowers!" *pulls out his sack* lovecraft: the secretary? Steinbeck: "??? I don't know--I wasn't up for getting her flowers--" lovecraft:.....*already walking ahead* -fantasy!toshiko: teehee~ oh john, you're such a sweetie pie~<3- Steinbeck: =\\\\\= "My darling clementine, I will make you a thousand flower crowns..." *stabs his neck* lovecraft: .... Steinbeck: *plants flower seeds...which grow out of him* -inside- naomi: *running with kirako* this way! kirako: why are we going through the staff passage? naomi: the enemy will most likely be there. i sent a request to have your car moved in here. kirako: wow... -VRRRRRRRR- -halfway down the road, and a noise is heard- kirako: EEK! naomi: the door is stuck! *A vine appears* naomi: this is bad, they're gonna break the car! kirako: nooooo! i just got this car! *The car is lifted into the air...the vines crush the car a bit...then stop* naomi:....*looks out the window* O_O are they....growing out of his body?! Steinbeck: *waves* "Hi, ladies! I should've expected the best from your Agency." naomi: doesnt that hurt?! Steinbeck: "A bit. The biggest pain is picking pieces out of my skin. And I think I got grape leaves along my spine...Wait, what were we talking about?" lovecraft:....we're here to make a request of you. naomi: 'request' basically means 'dispose after use' to villains like you. Steinbeck: "??? I'm not a villain. I got a sister about your age, back home." naomi:.....*lightbulb* say, you know that girl 'toshiko'? Steinbeck: owo;;; "...Yes. That's one reason I have this job. I get paid well to support my family--and I hope to impress her!" naomi: if you let us go, i'll set you two up on a romantic date! Steinbeck: owo;;;;;;;;; "...But if I did, I wouldn't be able to support my sister!" *slight crush of the vines* "I-I can just convince Toshiko I did what I had to do!" lovecraft:....??...it's snowing...in july? *BANG* lovecraft:...oh. ok. Steinbeck: "???!" *BANG* Steinbeck: *Blocks with a vine* ???: "Naomi! naomi: !! big bro! Tanizaki: *helps her and Kirako down* "Get to the railroad tracks--there's a train waiting for you!" naomi: right! Kunikida: *aims at Steinbeck* ("Just need to keep him from the girls--") *Vine whip* Kunikida: "!!!" -elsewhere- -pine acres train stop- atsushi: *looking around* (thinking: death city is such a big place...it's almost like a small country...) Dazai: "Look it the tiny creature!" dog: *bark bark* Dazai: *holds up doggie treat* "Hello!" dog: *wags* Dazai: *hides the dog treat--and it vanishes* dog: *head tilt* Dazai: "That's the difference between our status: I WIN!" dog: ?? Dazai: *suddenly, the treat appears back in his hand--and he eats it* dog: D8 atsushi: D8 -on the train- kirako: *phew*...that was a close one... Naomi: "..." kirako:..chin up, im sure you're brother will be fine. ??? *sniffling* -a young boy is seated in one of the seats, holding a doll and crying- Naomi: "??? Oh dear...Are you okay?" boy: i-im just scared and l-lonely. mommy and daddy had a fight, and im mad at them so i decided to run away to live with my grandparents in pine acres. but this is my first time on my own and im scared. kirako: aww. boy: will you two go with me so i wont be as scared? Naomi: *smiles* "We're getting off at Pine Acres, too." boy: r-really? kirako: it's alright. we'll help you find your grandparents. boy: thank you. you seem like really nice people. -at the station- Dazai: *tenses up* atsushi: dazai? what's wrong? Dazai: "I-I just remembered: doggie treats give me the shits!" atsushi: THEN WHY DO YOU EAT THEM?! Dazai: *hands him the bag of treats* "I must take care of business! The fate of the Agency rests in your hands! Do not fail!" Dazai: *runs* atsushi:.... random person: your friend seems like an interesting person. atsushi: you have no idea. Dazai: *running* "..." *looks back* gin: *holds a blade up to dazai's neck* Dazai: "...Ginny! You've gotten taller!" gin:... higuchi: *aims her gun at me* start talking. now. Dazai: "...Oh, please. I developed your surveillance techniques. I could smell you a mile away." Dazai: "And you really intend to kill me? Just you two?" higuchi: *nods at gin, who puts her weapon away* we have a message from the boss. Dazai: "From Mori? Hmm...A threat? Complaint? Murder notice? Hard to guess..." higuchi: i'll just summarize the point; are you interested in returning to the mafia as an executive member? Dazai: o__o Dazai: o_____o "...BWA HA HA HA!" higuchi: w-what's so funny? Dazai: "Ha ha! What a serious offer! I'm overjoyed!" higuchi: i've seen the records. your methods, the sadistic way you hollow your enemy’s hearts. you have a heart of darkness, and blood as black as ash. Dazai: "...People change, Higuchi. Why, I remember when Gin here was just a tiny cute little girl before she grew up to an androgynous ninja warrior. Still a hot look, though." gin:....do you want me to kill you in your sleep? higuchi:......................................................................................................wait what? Dazai: "With that cute voice of yours, sure~" -train arrival sounds- gin: you better go. q is on board. Dazai: "...What?!" higuchi: i tried to talk mori out of it, but... Dazai: *already running* -meanwhile- atsushi: naomi, kirako, glad you're ok. boy: miss naomi? who is this? atsushi:...same question for you. Naomi: "The poor dear was all alone, so we offered to accompany him to this stop." boy: *trips* ah! atsushi: *catches him* boy: *whimpers* owie, my ankle! you hurt me! atsushi: n-no i didnt! i helped catch him! Naomi: *glares at Atsushi* boy: no.....you....hurt....me.... *pulls up his sleeve to reveal a bunch of razors taped to his arm, cutting him up* atsushi: ?!?! kirako: !!! *covers her mouth in shock* Naomi: "What?! K-Kid! Who did this to you?" boy: her mister....wanna plaaaaay a gaaaaame~<3 ? -his doll begins to laugh- Naomi: "...Oh fuck no." -the doll rips its head- kirako: ......*strangling atsushi* Naomi: "K-Kirako! Stop!" atsushi: im really sorry about this! *grabs her and slams her into a wall* Naomi: "..." atsushi: !!!! -several people are screaming and fleeing from the scene- Naomi: *rushes at Atsushi with a pocket knife* -outside- -more people fleeing- Dazai: *running* (" 'Protect me,' they said as I was running off...Protect me from what? From--") "!!!" atsushi: NAOMI! SNAP OUT OF IT! *strangling her* kirako: *crying as she has broken her arm* Dazai: "No! Atsushi! _You_ snap out of it! Now!" Naomi: *crying, gasping for air* atsushi: ?! d-dazai wait! *backing away* p-put the knife down! Dazai: "??? 'Knife'? Dude, chill...You're being manipulated..." boy: oh hiiiii mr dazaaaaai~<3 ! Dazai: "...Goddamn it, Q..." Q: oooh you said a bad woooord, hug time! *tries to leap at him* Dazai: *dodges--and seizes Q's doll* Q: hey! give it back meanie! atsushi: *fetal position and screaming* Dazai: "...Dissolve, you abomination." *nullifies the doll* atsushi: w-wha?...!!! Naomi: *cowers, trying to crawl away from Atsushi* Q: boooo, you're no fun. but i had a good day today. atsushi: n-naomi i- Naomi: "Stay away from me, you monster!" atsushi: *his heart drops* naomi no i...i was just..i i didnt mean... Q: heehee~ thanks for showing me a good time everyone. im gonna go cause trouble somewhere else. *the train begings to leave* bye bye dazaaaaai~! Dazai: *watches Q's escape* "..." ("The Mafia will do anything...So will I.") *turns to Atsushi* "...Come on, buddy. We're going home." atsushi: *hic* im..s-so...rryy-yy.... Dazai: "...Atsushi..." atsushi: *winces* Dazai: "..." *hug* atsushi: ?! w-why are...y-you... Dazai: *mini-chop* atsushi: >.< Dazai: "I can't change your past. But as your senior, I have advice for you: stop it with the self-pity." atsushi: .... Dazai: "Self-pity is what makes life a nightmare. Don't do that to yourself.") atsushi: *looks at naomi and kirako*.... kirako: *winces* ow! Naomi: *glares at Atsushi* "It's okay, Kirako..." atsushi:......... Naomi: *helps Kirako along* "Let's get home..." -elsewhere- q: *humming to himself* *RING RING* q: ~? Mori: "How did it go?" Q: i broke the weretiger reeeeally good. he broke the lady's arm and tried to choke the other one. she was nice. if i was older, i'd probably be her boyfriend then i would get to tinkle in her! Mori: *chuckles* "One thing at a time, Q. Just get back here, and you'll get yummy cake and toys!" Q: yay! rain: you're awful mori! elise: we can beat up rainy together, too! rain: I HATE YOU BOTH SO MUCH! Mori: *chuckles* "Elise, go play for a bit. Rain and I have an important task to finish." rain: TT-TT -elsewhere- louisa: *breaths* (thinking: remember to breathe when you talk and you'll be fine...) Bellhop: "May I help you?" louisa: EEP! *runs into a wall then flees* (thinking: that was too close!).....*about to knock on the door* ???: "Stop dawdling and get yourself in here." louisa: !!!! -creeeeak- Fitzgerald: *staring at the door* louisa: l-lord francis? i-i have another s-strategy proposal. Fitzgerald: *flips through pages* "I am impressed how quickly you write these reports--but must they be so long?" louisa: s-sorry...i-i can...abridge it for you..i-if you like... Fitzgerald: *takes the report and walks to the door* "Forget it. I'll read it while we walk." -elsewhere- Kid: *hug* stocking: well arent you cuddly~ Kid: *purrs* "Indeed." *smooch* stocking: hehe~<3 Kid: "How are you?" stocking: doing well~ Kid: *smiles* "I'm glad...You know what may be better?" stocking: what~? Kid: "How about a specially made dinner, with dessert, and dancing?" stocking: sounds wonderful~<3 Kid: "Good, because I already made the reservations~" stocking: and tonight, maybe we can enjoy a night to ourselves~? *tracing a finger down his chest* Kid: .\\\\w\\\\. "Of course...But that's the next surprise..." *smooch on her cheek, before whispering* "A hotel room." stocking: oh~ *kisses his nose* Kid: *blushes* "Stocking, you're so loving." stocking: mmmm~ *nuzzle* Kid: *nuzzles* "I love you." stocking: thank you kid.....thank you for meeting me. *smiles* Kid: "..." *holds her hand* "Thank you for letting me into your life." -elsewhere- Giriko: "..." *loud laugh* "What happened to you?!" kirika:....*covered in tape, ribbons, and feathers* you wont believe us. even if we told you. Gopher: .\\\\^\\\\. *he's missing a shoe, a pant leg is ripped off, and he is shirtless--with paint slapped across his chest* -elsewhere- Sakuya: "...Lilac? You there, buddy?" lilac: .....*shivering* Sakuya: "...May I come in?" lilac:...if you...want to... Sakuya: *opens the door, looks inside* lilac: *curled up in the futon*...... Sakuya: "..." *sits by the futon* "...You get any sleep?" lilac:....would i...have been better off....staying in that place? Sakuya: "??? 'That place'? ...You mean...not here?" lilac: it was.....peaceful....i didnt...feel anything....am i...a bad person for thinking that? Sakuya: "..." *swallows* "If...I had that chance...yeah, I'd consider staying there, too." lilac:....oh.... Sakuya: "So, no, I don't think you're a bad person for thinking that. But I also think it would be a mistake for you to have stayed there." lilac: ?? Sakuya: "Because you would miss so many opportunities in front of you." lilac:...sakuya....why did you start dating naho? Sakuya: "..." =\\\\= "...'Cause I like her." lilac:....what about her do you like? didnt you also say you liked mahiru? Sakuya: "!!! Um...I mean, yeah. I just...There are different things I like..." Sakuya: "...Just...happy being around her." -elsewhere- Mori: "Good meeting." higuchi: ...... gin:....*nods* Mori: "Higuchi, please see to Akutagawa. And someone, give me an update on the Agency's location." higuchi: right.....*knocks on akutagawa's door* ryunosuke? are you alright? Akutagawa: "..." *shivering in the corner of his room* higuchi:....may i come in? Akutagawa: "..." *silence* higuchi:...*turns the knob* Akutagawa: *tries to cover his head* higuchi: ryunosuke? are you doing any better? Akutagawa: "...What is wrong with my brain?" higuchi: ?? Akutagawa: "What does it mean to fight for something you believe...if you believe nothing?" higuchi: ....? Akutagawa: "That smile...Get it out of my head..." *fetal position* higuchi: ryu- *puts a hand to his shoulder* Akutagawa: *pulls back* higuchi:..... -elsewhere- Rin: "Hello, everyone!" konekomaru: hey rin shiemi: hi there rin! izumo: hey. Bon: "..." *goes back to what he was reading* Rin: D:< "Bon! Look at me, man!" shura: yo. Rin: "Oh, hey, Teach. What's up?" shura: you kids ready for this thing? Rin: "...Well, no use waiting around." -elsewhere- Kid: *adjusts his tie* stocking: looking good~ Kid: *smiles* "Just matching you~" stocking: *smooch* you flirt~ Kid: *blushes* "I only speak the truth." *offers his arm* "Shall we?" stocking: indeed~ Kid: *takes her inside to the restaurant* "I hope the menu will be to your liking." *leads her to their table* -early morning, a parking garage- Dazai: *shiny eyes* "Ango!" ango: it's been quite some time, dazai. i see your eye is doing better now. Dazai: "You know it!" *walks by him--pats his behind* ango: ..... -the two other agents hold their weapons up at dazai- Dazai: *Has removed the handgun from Ango's back, aiming at him* ango: you know you wont actually shoot. i did clean your ledger after all. you still owe me back, correct? Dazai: "..." *returns the gun* "I know that. And you knew what I would do--hence why you didn't load your gun, huh?" ango: seems you're right on the mark. now, if you arent here to catch up with an old friend, what is the point of this meeting then? Dazai: *points to Ango's car* "You can't bring this shiny vehicle here and not offer me a ride!" ango: please stop rubbing my car, you'll get fingerprints all over it. Dazai: "I will if you give me a ride." -and so- ango: ah, so this 'guild' has arrived in death city then? Dazai: "Yeeeeep! So, you better get to investigating." ango: *glasses shine* rest assure, the death city council's gifted’s department has been more than aware of this. Dazai: "So...What're you all doing?" ango:....do you know what kind of an organization the guild is? it's a secret society. each member has an identity of their own outside the organization. their influence isnt just limited to the eastern states, they are possibly capable of eating their way into this very city. Dazai: "...That's an odd turn to this discussion." ango: it would appear they've been granted diplomatic immunity. being that death city is considered a city-state, there isnt much we are able to do. it's more than likely they will abuse this power. unfortunately, even this meeting is being monitored as well. *he stops the car* dazai. run. warn your coworkers. Dazai: "?!!!" -CRASH- -elsewhere- atsushi:....dazai's late..... *thinking back to wat kouyou said* [kouyou: please, take care of kyouka..] ???: "Sorry to keep you waiting." atsushi: took you long enough daza-.... !!!! Fitzgerald: *smiles* "One thing money cannot cure: boredom." atsushi: *backing away* ???: *from behind him* "That's a typical reaction." atsushi: ?! !!! *attempts to punch him* Fitzgerald: *catches the punch* atsushi: !!! -kicks him in the fitz-junior- Fitzgerald: "..." *tenses...then smiles widely* "What a kick! Worth $10,000!" atsushi: o_o (thinking: aaah biscuits) Fitzgerald: *Million Dollar Kick* atsushi: NYEEEEEEEEEEE *CRASH* fuuuuuuuuuck..... Fitzgerald: *picks Atsushi up by the head* "We put a bounty of 7 billion on you. If this is all you got, you're not worth that much. But don't despair, old sport: your worth lies elsewhere." atsushi:...*spits in his face* Fitzgerald: "..." *wipes away the spit* "Ha. There's the fight I wanted--" *Footsteps heard* atsushi:... !!! -a wild kyouka appears- Fitzgerald: *snaps his fingers* "Oh! The lower-rank Mafia girl!" Kyoka: "No. I am Kyoka of the Detective Agency. It is nice to meet you." atsushi ... Kyoka: *leaps, slashes at Fitzgerald with a knife--but he dodges* Fitzgerald: "My, such a barbarous child to attack without giving off any murderous intention." Kyoka: "..." *takes Atsushi's wrist* atsushi: woah! Kyoka: *leaps up and over the barrier--towards the water--pulling Atsushi with her* Fitzgerald: "?!!" atsushi: YOIP! -splash- Kyoka: "...You can swim, yes?" atsushi: i think so. i did help you swim to the short that one time... heh, hard to believe that was almost a month ago now... Kyoka: "Less talking, more escaping." *doggie paddle* Fitzgerald: "...Huh. They're getting away." *opens notebook* "What am I supposed to do...Ah, here it is! 'Do...nothing.' ...Okay!" *smiles* -elsewhere- shura: gooood morning campers! Rin: *groaning* "Five more minutes, Mommy..." shura: ooooi. Yukio: "..." *dumps bucket of cold water onto Rin* Rin: *gasps* "Wh-What?!" shura: time to get up. we got a big day ahead. Rin: "..." *grabs a towel to dry off* "What's the first lesson, teach?" -elsewhere- Kid: *purrs* stocking: good morning honey~<3 Kid: "Morning~" *smooch* stocking: god, you were amazing last night. still are~ Kid: *smiles, blushing* "I can say the same to you..." *traces his finger along her arm* "...Stocking?" stocking: yes~? Kid: "...It felt so good without protection." *blush* stocking: *blushing and nuzzles* Kid: *holds her* "...You know...We're not always going to have this kind of time to ourselves in the future." stocking: yeah. that's why we got to enjoy it. Kid: "...We have the room for a few more hours...How should we enjoy this time?" -elsewhere- Mori: "Late again, I see." rain: my alarm clock needed batteries! Mori: "Well, that's no good. You didn't have extra batteries lying around to use?" rain: i thought i did, and i went to check but i was all out, so i had to go to the convenience store and buy some more. Mori: "What, none in your smoke detectors? And let me guess: then you missed your bus, yes?" rain:... yes. Q.Q Mori: "..." *sigh, walks around her* "What am I to do with you..." rain: im really sorry sir! im doing my best, really! Mori: "And you missed the memo." rain: memo? o-o; Mori: "The memo. The one about coming in late for work?" *sighs, hands her a sheet of notebook paper--written in crayon* rain: um... *examines it* 'those who arrive late will be made to play the 'punishment game'..... Q_Q Mori: *nods* "Follow me..." rain: TT~TT Mori: *opens the door* "Enter..." -elsewhere- atsushi: *pants* alright...we should be safe here....kyouka, where did you run off to- Kyoka: "In the darkness. Where I was from." atsushi:.....kyouka... Kyoka: "...I didn't belong there any more." atsushi: ......!!! hide, it's the police! Kyoka: "..." *hides* "...I called them." atsushi: ??!! Kyoka: "The Guild will not attempt an attack with police in the open. Let's go." *starts to move* atsushi:....why did you come back? why get involved in this war? Kyoka: "...Because the Detective Agency is the only place where I belong." Kyoka: "This is the first time I have ever wanted to be somewhere, be something. I will fight for it, I will resort to anything--even the monstrosity within me." atsushi: ........ Kyoka: "Now, let me carry you...And exaggerate your limp." atsushi: um ok?....ooooooh. oh the paaaaain! my ice skating careeeer! Police Officer #1: "???" Kyoka: "...Help. We were attacked by people with weapons." -elsewhere- Victor: *sitting in front of Hot Wheels toy cars--which are now on fire* "..." nozomi: !! *getting the extinguisher* Victor: "Why do cars hate me?! I just am trying my best with them!" -elsewhere- atsushi: *running with kyouka* (thinking: im glad i stopped her before she hurt anyone...) !!! Kyoka: "Let me go." atsushi: um....we have company. old man:.... Fitzgerald: "Hello, old sport." atsushi: why you son of a bi- *BANG* ACK! owwww...fuuuuck. twain: *from a roof* bulls eye, baby. Kyoka: O_O Fitzgerald: *on incom* "Good work, Mr. Twain." *picks up Atsushi by the neck* Kyoka: O__O Fitzgerald: "Well, then, little princess: I will be taking your boyfriend--" Kyoka: "...My what?" atsushi: HUH? o-o; -rumble rumble- -whale noises- atsushi:....what the fuck. melville: hello, old friend. moby dick: ^o^ Fitzgerald: *carrying Atsushi to the whale* "I have only known you for a short time, princess. But please, listen to my experience: saving people does not suit you. But you already know that." Kyoka: "..." *crying* "Why...? Then...Then why show me the light?" atsushi: *trying to reach her* kyouka! run! Kyoka: "..." *shakes her head, starts to run at Fitzgerald* Fitzgerald: *entering the whale's mouth* -police sirens- officer: hands in the air! atsushi: !!!! no.... Kyoka: "..." *turns and sees police behind her* officer: you're under arrest under the suspicion of murder. atsushi: KYOUKA!!! Kyoka: "..." *crying, looks up* "...Goodbye." -elsewhere- Relan: "..." *holds his hand* shinra: ^^ *hug* iris: *hug* Relan: "Feel better?" shinra: yeah. Relan: "That's good...Anything you wanted to do today?" -elsewhere- Mori: "Have you learned your lesson?" -elsewhere- judge: court will now come to order. the case of motojiro kajii vs public welfare will begin. is the plaintiff here? Motojiro: *playing a 3DS...in handcuffs* hirotsu: *facepalm* lawyer: yes, your honor. judge: and the defendant? Hirotsu: "Here, your honor, defending Motojiro Kajii--" Motojiro: "NO, I WON'T TRADE MY SAPPHIRE FOR YOUR SANTA COAT, YOU ASS!" judge:...mr kajii! do you mind saving the game and paying attention? Motojiro: "Huh? Oh, fine." *closes, folds his hands together* "I plead not guilty. Now, let's get this show on the road!" -elsewhere- ???: *wheezing* -beep. beep. beep- ???:.....rn....mr hawthorne? Hawthorne: *inhale, wheeze* nurse: mr hawthorne? Hawthorne: "Wh-What?" nurse: i see you're awake. ^^ Hawthorne: "Wh-Where...?" nurse: you're in the hospital. you and the lady next to you were found badly injured. it's amazing you're still alive.. Hawthorne: "Lady...!!! Mi-Mitchell?" nurse: she's right next to you....she's in a bad state....we arent sure if she'll ever recover. margaret: *no reply* [margaret: i....i lo...lov-....] Hawthorne: "...Margaret..." nurse:.... nurse 2: mr hawthorne? there's a phone call for you. Hawthorne: "...Who would know I am awake?" nurse 2: i guess it was good timing? *hands him the phone* Hawthorne: "...Hello?" Fitzgerald: "Hello, old sport." Hawthorne: "!!!" Fitzgerald: "Report. What happened to you on the front lines--?" Hawthorne: "..." *laughs* nurse: ?? Hawthorne: "Foolish...She was so, so, foolish!" *crying laughing* nurse:...*backing out of the room* Hawthorne: "To sacrifice one's safety...Ha ha..." *stops laughing, now stone-cold serious* "Mitchell...She wanted to salvage her family's legacy. So why did she--" Fitzgerald: "She joined this war to pay off her family's debt and to re-establish them. That dream is now gone with the wind." Hawthorne: "..." *shaking, gripping the phone harder until the plastic around it is chipping off* "No..." nurse: !! Hawthorne: "With all due respect, Lord Fitzgerald: _you_ left her to the winds." margaret:.... *no reply* Hawthorne: "You led her down a path of no return...with your damn money. Sacrificing what she had for a pittance!" Fitzgerald: "What?!" Hawthorne: "...I will restore her honor." *hangs up* Fitzgerald: "???" nurse 3: letter for you, sir. Hawthorne: "...What is it?" -no address or name, just says 'mr hawthorne'- Hawthorne: *struggles to open it...* note: dearest mr hawthorne. i can help you save her. upon your discharge, meet me at the following address. with love, FD. -the note has what looks like a demented mouse logo- Hawthorne: "..." *sets the letter aside* "..." (" 'FD'?") -elsewhere- shiemi: look, i found margie! *holds up some wild flowers* Yukio: "...Maybe try the common name for them?" konekomaru: *writing down notes* Rin: "That one kind of looks like an ardvark." *points to the sky* takara: ..... Shima: "..." *pokes Takara's shoulder* takara: ?? Shima: "Are you still asleep?" takara:.... Shima: "...YO! DUDE! WAKE YOUR ASS UP!" takara's puppet: I AM AWAKE, MCSHITLORD! Shima: "EEK!" *falls back--and down a hill* -splash- izumo:....*soaked*.... Shima: O~O "...I will be running now..." -elsewhere- Kid: "We're home." liz: hey, welcome back! Patty: *hug/tackle* "You're back!" Death the Kid: Kid: "Unf!" stocking: ^^ Patty: *sitting on Kid's chest* "What'd you bring me?!" Kid: -_-;;;; -elsewhere- Shotaro: *looking through the phone book* nea: looking for something, kiddo? Shotaro: "Just wondering something: are there more of us? I mean, in my family and other Dokeshi." nea: what brought this up? Shotaro: "Just...wanting to do a good deed, I guess. After what some of us have gone through..." *glances at Emine...who is seated under a tree...in shadows...just staring* nea:.....what exactly are you looking for? Shotaro: "Just anyone whose name sounds like a Dokeshi name...Oh! Like this one! 'D. O. Keshi'! Actual name in the phone book!" nea:....*sweatdrop* -elsewhere- Rin: *staring at his scabbard* shiemi: did you want to toast marshmallows? Rin: "Huh?" *forcing a smile* "Y-Yeah, sure..." shiemi: have you ever roasted marshmallows before? Rin: "Not very well: they always melted too fast." shiemi: aw. Rin: "I guess I added too much heat to them..." shiemi: ^^; izumo: yukio told me that you and your cousins roasted marshmallows once before when you were kids, right? Rin: "Yeah. Dad wanted to do some 'great outdoors' thing...in our backyard." shiemi: that sounds like fun. ^^ Rin: "It was...until I shook that tree with the beehive..." shiemi: oh no! Rin: "Those suckers sting..." -elsewhere- naho: we're baaaaa...... O_O; Higan: *gyrating his hips to music* "...Oh. You're back early." naho: *covers her eyes and screams* Higan: "??? What? I'm wearing boxers and a shirt." -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *stunned* "...I now have the urge to pour bleach into my eyes." reimi: ?? Mr. Tsubaki: "...Sorry. Just had a mental image that was most unpleasant." *sips his tea* "...How are you?" -elsewhere- Vulcan: "..." *burns a sheet of paper* -elsewhere- Bakugo: *tugging at his collar* mama bakugou: nervous, kiddo? Bakugo: "No, I'm not! It's nothing, right?!" -elsewhere- yuuji: ...... Aizawa: "...You're quieter than usual." yuuji: sorry just....not good with social situations. *looks out at all the people on the dance floor* Aizawa: "...Join the club." *sips his punch* "...Heh. A club of asocial people." yuuji: talk about irony... Aizawa: "Just take it slow. No rush trying to get used to this setting..." yuuji: ....why did you decide to become a hero? Aizawa: "...We want to see people with quirks looked upon in a better light. I think being a hero is one part of that." yuuji: hmm....i guess that makes sense....there are some parts of the world where they're still frowned on... Aizawa: "...I had hot coffee thrown at me when I was 12." yuuji: ....that's rough, dude. sachi....*tenses* she had it a lot worse. back in our hometown, sachi didnt have the best home life. she lived in a 'religious' household. and im talkin the bad kinds too. they treated her like absolute shit, all because she had a quirk. she became resentful, bitter. she wanted to make the world pay for the hell she was put through. all i wanted was for her to be happy...*tearing up* Aizawa: "..." *offers a napkin* yuuji:...*sniff* thanks... Aizawa: "No problem...What do you want now in your life?" yuuji: ...i dont really know. i never really thought about it. Aizawa: "You got time. You're still pretty young...but make it something that is meaningful and helpful." yuuji:...right. -elsewhere- Jacqueline: *collapses on the couch* kim: rough day? Jacqueline: *groan* "My eyes are buggy from staring at books." kim: aw. Jacqueline: "...It could be worse." *turns over* "...Your day go alright?" kim: *she nods* Jacqueline: *yawn* "That's good...Kim?" kim: hmm? Jacqueline: "Do you like this?" kim: what do you mean? Jacqueline: "Are you happy...with your job? With this home? ...With me?" kim: yeah. life's pretty sweet. *smiles* Jacqueline: *smiles back* "Yeah..." *reaches out to Kim* -elsewhere- izumo: so how are we doing this test then? Yukio: "You'll be divided into teams." izumo: *nods* shiemi:... konekomaru: will they be equal teams or randomly decided? Yukio: "More or less equal. Shura will announce Team #1." shura: team one will be kamiki, takara, and shiemi. Rin: *raises his hand* "Which team am I on?" shura: you'll be on suguro's team. konekomaru: then i guess that just leaves shima and i on the last team. Shima: "Woo! Team Best Team!" Rin: "..." Bon: *serious look at Rin* "...Don't screw up." Rin: D: shura: whoever brings their lanturn back first is the winner and recieves a mystery prize. may the best team win! Shima: "!!! Come on, Konekomaru! I know exactly what I want that mystery prize to be!" Rin: "Is the mystery prize food?!" shura: on your marks......*looks at yukio* Yukio: *lets off a party popper* "Go!" -as they begin running in, several moths begin flocking to them- Rin: "Ah, look at the pretty butterflies--" *they swarm his face* "...AH!" izumo: *summoning familiars* Rin: *spots Shiemi* "!!!" shiemi: eep! nii-chan we- -one of the moths rips the paper- shiemi: D8> Rin: "Shiemi! Watch out!" shiemi: EEP! *ducks from a big ass moth creature* Rin: *swings at the moth* "Back, Mothra!" moth: SCREEEE! Rin: "I said--" *flaming up* "--back!" moth: *hisss* 'child....of satan....' Rin: .///.;;;; "Wh-Where?" -elsewhere in the woods- Rin: .///.;;;; "Wh-Where?" -elsewhere in the woods- maid: *panting* l-lord amaimon...can..can we...go back now? *carrying him piggy-back stye* Amaimon: "No. I want to piggy back a bit longer." *pats her* "Onward." maid: *grumble* why did you make us come out here in the middle of the night? Amaimon: "Big brother asked me to." maid: then why doesnt _he_ monitor the brat? Amaimon: "Because something about me not getting out of the house enough. If you're tired, we can take a break." maid: yes please. Amaimon: *pulls up on her reins like a horse* "Wow, there. We can graze over yonder." maid: why did you put this on me -_-; Amaimon: "It's what a horsie needs." *gets off of her, stretches* "You can go drink at the stream." maid: *mumbling* cant believe i left my home in gehenna for this...*mumble mumble* Amaimon: *picking berries* "...Are these poisonous?" -fwoooom- maid: what was that?! Amaimon: "...Huh. So that's why brother wanted me to check..." maid: shall we investigate then? Amaimon: "..." *grabs a handful of berries* "Let's go, horsie." maid: *sighs and sprouts wings, flying over* -back over- shiemi: niiiii... Q~Q Rin: *whapping away the last moths* "...I'm sorry, Shiemi." Bon: *having arrived* "...Just make a new paper." shiemi: *sniff* Q-Q Rin: *glares* Bon: ._.;;;; "...Just being honest--" *Light flashes in Bon's eyes* Bon: "AH!" shiemi: ah! oh no, i got seperated from my team! ???: "INCOMING!" shiemi: ?!?! Shima: *waving flashlight at moths, his other hand waving his staff* "Back off, you stupid bugs!" konekomaru: *reciting the moth demon's fatal verse* Shima: "...Oh! You guys are all here--" *spots Shiemi* "!!! Shiemi! Are you okay?" *gets down on one knee* shiemi: i-im fine. my neck is a little itchy though... Bon: "...Mind if I check?" -one lantern acquirement later- Rin: .___.;;; "...I thought it'd be a tiny little paper lantern..." izumo: took you guys long enough. Bon: "Delayed on account of moths." Shima: *moves up to Izumo* "They didn't come this way, did they?" izumo: the circle would have kept them out. *staring at her prize; a pen set* Rin: "...Yukio picked out the pen set, huh? I was hoping for food..." shiemi:....*walking into the woods* Bon: "???" Shima: "Yo, Shiemi! We're over here!" shiemi:.... Rin: "Shiemi? Shiemi!" -something is squirming in the back of her neck- Rin: "!!!" izumo: gross! ???: "Found you all." shura: ?! Yukio: "What on Earth?" Amaimon: "Hello." *waves Shiemi over to him* shiemi: *walking over* Yukio: "Shiemi!" Rin: *follows Shiemi* "Hey! Get back here--" shiemi: *not responding* -in the trees- maid: oh nooooo this is bad. lord pheles is gonna kill me TT-TT Rin: *takes Shiemi's wrist* Amaimon: "Hey. No. Don't do that." behemoth: *GROWLS* Rin: "...Please tell me that was my stomach..." behemoth: *GAAAAOOOOO!* Rin: *leaps out of the way* "AH!" Amaimon: *gestures to Shiemi* "Come to me." izumo: !!! shiemi: *walks over to him* izumo: on no you dont! *summons familiars* Amaimon: "Why can't you let my bride and me go off on our honeymoon?" izumo: O_O maid: *JAWDROP* Amaimon: *picks up Shiemi, bridal style* "Do you take me, in sickness and health--" -doink- konekomaru: *tossing pebbles at him* >-< *The pebble hits the top of his hair and--* *POOF* Amaimon: "..." *pat pat* Shima: "..." *snort* "Broccoli head!" Amaimon: "..." *vanishes with Shiemi* izumo: dont let him get away! maid:...WHY?! WHY WOULD YOU THINK THIS IS A GOOD IDEA?! ???: "Who said I was going away?" maid: *SCREAM* l-l-lord pheles!? w-when did you- Mephisto: "I was finished handling the sundaes and thought I'd take in some entertainment." maid: b-but he's going against orders! he wasnt supposed to attack! Mephisto: "Oh, don't worry. Just a small hiccup to this exam." maid: hmm... -back on the ground- Shima: "Where did he--?" *KICKED* Shima: *sent flying* konekomaru: SHIMA!! Amaimon: *stares at Konekomaru* "I had my hair just the way I wanted it..." konekomaru: um..*sweating* Amaimon: *taps the tip of his finger on Konekomaru's forearm* konekomaru: *screams of pain* Bon: "!!! Konekomaru!" izumo: what the hell did you do to him?! Amaimon: "I broke his arm. My hair is very important." izumo: !!! Amaimon: *grabs Bon by the throat, lifting him up, while he's holding Shiemi in his arm* Bon: "URK!" shiemi: ..... Bon: "..." *cough* "If you're blaming anyone...don't blame me! Blame Rin Okumura!" Rin: ._. "...Wha?" Bon: "Always running off. Always being a mystery. This isn't just our fight, Okumura--it's yours too! And you're just going to sit on the sidelines?!" Rin: "..." *takes his scabbard* shura: !!! rin dont do it! Yukio: "Stop!" Rin: "...I'm sorry. But I have to use these flames for kindness..." *removes the sword* shura: oh my god. *A bright light shines* Bon: "?!!!" Amaimon: "..." *puts on sunglasses* konekomaru: t...thats.... maid: *JAWDROP* oh fuuuck. Rin: *covered in blue flames* "I am your opponent!" Amaimon: "...Ha ha ha!" *hands Shiemi to Izumo* "Hold my bride." izumo: !!! *squished* oof! h...heavy...... Amaimon: *leaps at Rin* "Whee!!!" Rin: *blocks* Bon: *staring, shaking* shura: come on, we need to get shiemi to safety. Bon: "Demon sword...Rin...What the hell is going on?!" Rin: *summons flame along his sword, sending it in a wave at Amaimon* Amaimon: "Shiny!" maid: sir, is this REALLY a good idea?! Amaimon: *leaps behind Rin--tugging on his tail* Rin: *howl* Mephisto: "How else will the boy learn?" maid: oh this is a bad idea, if the order finds out about this- Mephisto: "I'm not telling them." *stares at Maid* maid: i guess all we can do is hope it works for the best.... Mephisto: *shrug* "What's the worst that can happen?" *holding a bowl of ice cream* -back on the ground- Yukio: "Shiemi!" *trying to examine the wound on her neck* "We have to get this poison out..." izumo: *getting the medkit* Yukio: *examining Shiemi's eyes* "Chuchi sting. We'll need the holy water, too..." Rin: *screaming as he slices at Amaimon, cutting his arm* Amaimon: *howl, as he continues swiping* Mephisto: "?!" maid: shouldnt we be doing something?! Rin: *burning trees, as he flings Amaimon across the sky* Mephisto: "..." Amaimon: *bounces back, coming at Rin* Rin: "AAAAH!" Amaimon: "GRRRR!" Mephisto: "...ENOUGH!" *catches both of their fists* maid: eep! >.< shiemi: ...nn.....nhuh? Yukio: "??? Shiemi?" Mephisto: *smiles* "There. Dawn has come. Time to go home." shiemi:..yu...ki? Yukio: "I-I'm here...Are you back with us?" shiemi: i...i think so...my neck itches... Yukio: "Easy...We all need to evacuate..." shiemi: whats...going on? *BOOM* Yukio: *shields her* shiemi: ah! izumo: ?! konekomaru: bon...thats- Bon: "...Blue flames..." Amaimon: "Brother! You told me if I followed your instructions, you'd give me infinite play!" Rin: *growling--being held back by Mephisto, who merely holds the palm of his hand at Rin's forehead* maid: im so confused. Mephisto: "I also told you not to damage the school..." *holds up his cell phone--showing a photograph that a tree from the forest flew all the way from and smashed into Mephisto's True Cross office* Amaimon: .____. Mephisto: "And you fail to recognize, Brother: this child has more power that exceeds your abilities--" ???: you also damaged the shower, that i was using~ ^^# Mephisto: "..." *turns around* o\\\o Rin: *confused grunt* Amaimon: "...Hello." felisia: ^^# *heavenly bitch slaps rin and amaimon into the ground* Rin: O______O *face-plant into the ground* Amaimon: "Aaaaaaaah--" *butt-crash into the ground* "...I'm stuck." Mephisto: "...Oh my." shiemi: !!! Yukio: D: "Rin!" felisia: *cracks knuckles* well, my frustration has been vented. ^^ Mephisto: "...You are so amazing when you're furious." izumo: ....ugh. i can almost smell the second-hand embarrassment. Mephisto: "Now, where was I? Oh, yes! I think Rin should come along with me--" Rin: *growling* -chop to rin's head- felisia: down you. Rin: *collapses, flames dissipating* Shima: .\\\\. "So cool..." izumo: shima, pay attention! *chop* Shima: "I was! She knocked out Rin!" shiemi: ..... shura: oooooi. you alright there? Yukio: "Shiemi...Do you need to sit?" shiemi: *staring at rin* Rin: X____X shura: ok, i didnt want to have to do this.....*licks finger and sticks it in rin's ear* Rin: >_____O "WHAT THE HELL?!!!" shura: oh good, you're still alive. Rin: "Yeah, I am--and you didn't have to--" *looks around...sees burned forest...and his classmate* Yukio: "..." konekomaru: ... izumo:.... Rin: "...Oh man..." *tries to look at his classmates* "Guys, I...I just--" shiemi: do you really think this is funny?! *tearing up* Rin: "!!! I-I wasn't making any joke! Shiemi! Are you okay--" izumo: ...??!! *notices something in the trees* ???: "Son of Satan! Prepare to meet your executioner!" Shinra: "What the hell?!" shura: ahh hell. Triple A: "The son of Satan will be killed by Arthur A. Ang--" shura + felisia: *swords out* Triple A: "...Hell. Hmph. Stand aside. I am executing the Son of Satan--" shura: like hell you are, baldy. Triple A: "Then I will have to get by you--" *dashes at Shura* -clang- felisia: how about no. Triple A: "?!!! You want to fight as well? Fine!" *aims at her* shura: ok kids, get back to the campsite and pack up. we'll handle this one. Yukio: "...Come on, Shiemi." Rin: "...Shiemi. I...I..." Bon: *glaring* shiemi: .... *looking away* Rin: *holding out a hand* "W-Wait! Just..." Bon: *muttering* "Goddamn son of Satan..." Rin: "..." *just stares at the ground* felisia:...*pitiful glance at rin* Rin: *avoids eye contact* *sniff* Triple A: "Have at thee, fallen angel--" -morning- Akitaru: "...Blue...flames." *pauses* *goes back to reading his newspaper* "Out of my jurisdiction. Not getting involved in that again." shinra: sir? Akitaru: "Long time ago. Don't want to get into it." *tries to keep reading the newspaper...then puts it down* "I've seen some shit, man." shinra: i could only imagine... Akitaru: "If you ever see the blue flames...you're gonna need more than just someone to purify the soul--you're going to need an exorcist." shinra: *opens mouth to say something, but decides not to* Akitaru: "Something you wanted to ask me, son?" shinra: nothing, just thinking. Akitaru: "..." *pats his shoulder* "Okay." shinra: ....*hug* Akitaru: "!!! ..." *hug* "You're okay." shinra:......thanks dad... Akitaru: "..." *smiles* "Sure, son." -elsewhere- -later, after the trial was concluded, and rin asked shura to train him- madoka: *knocking* excuse me? is rin home? Fujimoto: *smiles* "Yes, he is." *stands aside* "Please, come in." madoka: *she nods and leaves her shoes at the door* Fujimoto: "It'll be good for him. I'm sure he wants to see his girlfriend." madoka: *she smile and knocks on his door* Rin: *inside* "Go away." madoka: rin? it's me, madoka. may i please come in? Rin: "..." *whimpering sound* madoka:...*opens the door just a creak* rin? *noticing kuro by her feet* Kuro: *meow* Rin: *hiding under bedcover* madoka: rin...im not mad at you. i dont have any reason to be. Rin: "...I'm a monster." madoka:....*sits on his bed* rin....*light hug* Rin: *shakes* "St-Stop..." madoka:...... Rin: "They hate me." madoka:....*holds his hand* i dont hate you. Rin: "...Why not? You know what I am." madoka: *she smiles* because i know that you're still a good person, despite what you are. Rin: *shakes his head* "...Did you know?" madoka: ...yukio told me. Rin: *squirms, pouts* "I wasn't ready to tell you...Were you mad I didn't?" madoka: well...its a scary thing to live with... if it were me, i'd be scared too. Rin: "...When I first had the blue flames...Dad..." madoka: *holds him* Rin: *sniff* "I-I didn't want people to know, just for this reason...They're going to want to kill me." madoka: its ok. we're still here for you, rin. me, your brother, your dad, kyouko... Rin: "...Promise?" madoka: *kisses his forehead* always. Rin: *sniff* *holds onto her* madoka: *hums a bit* Rin: *closes his eyes...* "Hmmm..." -elsewhere- Belkia: *blindfolded, holding a knife* "Now just stand still, and I will make sure the knife does not hurt you." naho: are you sure this is a good idea? o-o; Belkia: "Of course--after all, it's my idea! Now, let's get ready...Get set..." -elsewhere- Rino: "Your kid made a mess of your office." Hibana: "...How big a mess?" hanako: *crying* -some pens fell over- Hibana: "Oh, sweetie." *picks her up* "It's okay." -elsewhere- Jacqueline: *holding her hands together* "Please? Just turn into your tanuki form for a second." kim: for five dollars, yes. Jacqueline: "..." *sigh* "Fine." *hands her a five* kim: thank you~ *poof* Jacqueline: *smirks, as she holds up a tanuki-size doll outfit* -elsewhere- Kunikida: "..." kirako: ...... Kunikida: "Still no idea where they are." yosano: where do you think they might be? Kunikida: "Dazai had said he was meeting with a friend. And he dragged Atsushi along." -someone has arrived- yosano: ?! kirako: mr dazai! Dazai: *his arm is in a sling* "Yo." *tries to wave--then cringes* Q~Q yosano: *smirks* need some help, dazai~? Dazai: O_____O;;;; "I think I'll run now--" Kunikida: "Hold him!" -LE TACKLE- -too graphic- yosano: *cracks knuckles* now that wasnt too difficult, was it dazai? Dazai: Q~Q "...You're too rough." yosano: daawwww, does baby want a wowwypop? Dazai: "...Lemon, pwease." yosano:... -throws a lemon lollipop at his face- Dazai: *Lemon lollipop sticks to his face* "...Thanks?" Kunikida: "Kirako, get Dazai's report." kirako: right. -elsewhere- lana: did you see that guy with the raccoon here? Bellhop: "...What?" lana: yeah. one of the guys in the executive suite had a raccoon with him. Bellhop: "...Huh. Weird. Well, not the weirdest thing to happen here--" ???: *animal screech* lana: gah! *A raccoon leaps at Lana* lana: *SHRIEK* ???: "Karl! Stop that!" lana: eh? *Picks up Karl* ???: "My apologies. He got off his leash." lana: i-its..fine. ^^; Karl: *growling at Lana, sticking out its paws again* ???: "Karl, no!" *bonks his head with a rolled up newspaper* "Bad Karl! Bad!" Karl: Q_Q -elsewhere- Jacqueline: *chuckles, looking at the photos* kim: -_-; Jacqueline: "Five dollars for some juicy blackmail." *shows off pic--of Tanuki Kim in an adorable dress and bow* "Cute!" kim: you're evil. Jacqueline: *smiles* "You taught me well." *pats Kim's cheek* -elsewhere- Wes: "Want a drink?" liz: sure. Wes: "Wine? Beer? Water? Juice?" -elsewhere- Yumi: "Where is everyone?" lord death: kirika's in the den, studying. Yumi: "Kid, Liz, Patty?" -elsewhere- Konro: "Meal's about ready." kabuki: *smiles* Tsukiyo: *stomach growling* "Looking forward to your good cooking, Captain!" -elsewhere- Kishiri: "Here you go." *hands her an ice cream cone* vivian: thank you~ Kishiri: *smiles* "Feel like forever since I saw you. You're looking good." -elsewhere- Gopher: *reading* "I think I know the answer to Question 5!" -the next day- Rin: *deep inhale* "Okay...I'm ready." shura: ok. *hands him a wooden sword and some candles* Rin: "...The heck is with the candles?" *sniff sniff* "They scented?" shura: its to help you control your flames. if you can light the two at the ends at the same time without lighting the one in the middle, you'll be able to use the kurikura again. sound easy enough? Rin: "...I burned down an entire forest." shura: thats why we're training. to help you control it. Rin: "..." *sighs* "Fine..." *sits down in front of the candles...points at them...and bites his lip* "HMMMMMMMPH!" -FWOOOM- shura: .... *licks fingers and puts out a small flame on her hair* -tsss- Rin: ._.; "Oh, snap. Sorry!" -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: "??? What's all this?" -a few days later- Q: *humming* ???: *aimless* "Itchy..." Q: ~? hey misteeeer~ im bored, humor me! ^w^ ???: "Humor...a child...I'll make you a balloon animal...But I have no balloons..." *tentacles crawl out from under his sleeves* Q: *squicked face* ew. what is this, motojiro's DVDs? ???: "??? I just...think of these things." Q: how lame. *puts on barbed wire fisticuffs and punches, causing his hand to bleed* -a handprint appears- Q: that mark appears on anyone who hurts me. teeheehee~ i wonder how it will look when you break down~? ???: "...I don't know...what you mean by 'break down...'" *His arm twists a bit, a gurgling sound coming from his throat* Q:............................. *a puddle has formed under him* -several civilians scream in terror- -elsewhere- Yohei: "And this is your thumb..." *taps Toru's hand* toru: ah! Yohei: "And here is your little pinky..." *taps his pinky* -elsewhere- Stein: "How is my patient?" valentine: they seem to be doing much better this morning. Stein: "Let me meet with them..." -elsewhere- Steinbeck: "Howdy!" louisa: eep! g-good morning! Steinbeck: "What're you up to?" *picks up a file* louisa: lord francis asked me to get a plan together. h-ho-how is your mission? Steinbeck: "All tied up!" louisa: goodness, that busy, huh? Steinbeck: "No, I just meant I tied up the target in vines and keep him locked in a room." louisa: o-oh... right... ._.; Steinbeck: "Is the boss in?" louisa: i believe he- Fitzgerald: "EMERGENCY!" louisa: EEP! Steinbeck: "... Fitzgerald: "Give me the EMERGENCY plan!" louisa: b-but lord francis, i-if we use that, it would lead to collateral damage! Fitzgerald: "It is direct, is it not?!" louisa: y-yes, b-but if we go forward with it, the city council is certain to take notice. Fitzgerald: "Let them!" *spots a snow globe with a piano inside* louisa: oh, we'll be in so much trouble Q-Q Fitzgerald: "Every single thing here belong to me! Down to the blinds on the curtains! And that includes you and all my subordinates!" *brings down the snowglobe* louisa: lord francis.... Fitzgerald: *stops at that phrase...calmly sets down the snowglobe* "So, from now on, I will not let my subordinates die." -elsewhere- Shouto: "...This is embarrassing." eijiro: what is, man? Shouto: "Getting coffee with someone." eijiro: oh cool, who is it? ???: ok, i got the coffees. hmm? oh, is this a friend of yours, shouto? Shouto: -_-; "Fuyumi, this is my classmate, Eijiro Kirishima. Eijiro, this is my sister." fuyumi: hey there, nice to meet you. ^^ eijiro: oh, hey! i heard you were a teacher, is that right? fuyumi: mmhmm. Shouto: "..." *cough* "We were here to get coffee." eijiro: neat. -elsewhere- Dazai: "..." yosano: hey, we'll find him, alright? Dazai: "I hope so--for his sake, and whoever gets in his way." yosano: ...*small chuckle* he's only younger than you by a few years, but you've kinda become like a dad to him. Dazai: *shrug* "Someone has to keep an eye on him. What, you'd rather Old Man Kunikida do it?" yosano:....do you want a honest answer or no? Dazai: "I'd go for honest--he may be eavesdropping, so it'll irritate him." yosano:....*casually sips coffee* *shrugs* *An annoyed grunt is heard behind a door* Dazai: *smirks* -elsewhere- Belkia: *sitting in the corner* tsubaki: have you learned your lesson now? Belkia: "I should use rubber-tipped fake knifes?" tsubaki: *nods* Yukio: "How goes training?" shura: it's a work in progress. Yukio: "...How much did he burn?" shura:......well good news is the buildings are still standing. Yukio: *sigh* "Rin? Maybe I can try helping--" Rin: Q~Q "It's all on fire..." kyouko: *extinguishing it* phew... Yukio: "...Rin, come on. You have to get this under control...Shura, any alternative lesson?" -elsewhere- Arthur: "I CAN'T KEEP WAITING!" -elsewhere- Mori: *putting an x across faces of Guild and Detective members in photos* rain:....Q still isnt back yet... Mori: "Then call him." rain: alright. *dials phone* -somewhere- -pon pon pon plays as a ringtone- Q:...hnnn? Steinbeck: "Howdy!" Q: nhh? rain: !!!! w-who are- Steinbeck: "Someone who's got your boy." rain: i dont know who you are...but if you do ANYTHING to hurt him- Steinbeck: "Please. You won't do anything--because you won't be able to." rain: what do you mean? *tense* Q: *screaming* it hurts! it hurts! i'll kill you! i'll kill everyone! Steinbeck: "Raze the earth...eat the grapes of wrath..." -elsewhere- atsushi:....what do you want, you pompous sack of jerknuts? Fitzgerald: *smiles* "What would you do for your friends?" atsushi: what kind of question is that? Fitzgerald: "The only question, because everyone has a price--something to sacrifice to earn something back in exchange. And as payment to you, for what I need from you, I'm going to tell you why I took you. We are seeking...a book." atsushi:....thats it? cant you just go to the library or something? Fitzgerald: "It's the only book of its kind. Tell me, how many books do you know that can withstand fire and almost all forms of destruction?" atsushi: um...magic books? maybe? Fitzgerald: "_One_ book. And that's why I need you, tiger beetle." atsushi: im not a beetle. what the hell is with that weird nickname? Fitzgerald: "You are valuable--and I can't afford to lose such an expensive acquisition. After all, to get this book, I am about to take drastic actions." atsushi: something about the threatening vagueness of that statement has me worried. Fitzgerald: "Needle. Haystack. To find a book that can survive fire, there is only one logical conclusion: burn down the entire city." atsushi:....are you absolutly insane? Fitzgerald: "Of course not! If I was, I would be using my vast wealth for therapy." atsushi: you know if you pull a stunt like that, the whole city will be after you! Fitzgerald: "Who would be left to stop me?" atsushi: ....*notices something*.....ooooh frick. -its a doll. a very creepy doll- Fitzgerald: "Recognize this little fellow?" atsushi: that's- Fitzgerald: This doll, with its head ripped off, will curse about 20 percent of the city's residents." atsushi: !!! you cant! -meanwhile- rain: *still on the phone* you're insane!! Steinbeck: "Maybe. But I'm just following orders." Q: *whimpering* i-i never asked to be born like this... w-why do bad things happen to me?! *crying* rain: ....kyusaku... Mori: "..." Steinbeck: "Child, you should be happy! You're going to be part of something bigger than yourself." Steinbeck: *serious face* "That's what I'm supposed to tell you." *sits down* Q: *hic* i wanna go home. i wa-i want my mother! Steinbeck: "There are those with power. There are those without power. Your lot in life was determined before your birth. You have this power? Then you have no choice but to die with it, too." Steinbeck: *smiles* "Your mother isn't here. God is here. And He doesn't love you." Q: *tears streaming as he screams* AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I'LL CURSE EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU! I HATE THIS! rain:...*heart cracking* -elsewhere- chie: mono, where did you get that bruise? mono: what bruise? -several marks appear on several people, including eternal feather, shouto, and kunikida- kyouko: ...yukio, what happened? Yukio: "???" *looks in the mirror* "Where did this...?" -on the moby dick- Doll: "Ha ha ha ha..." Fitzgerald: "Activated. Now all that is left is to damage this doll--" atsushi: how about this, the agency will help you look for whatever you're looking for, ok? that way you find your book, and no one gets hurt. its a win win! Fitzgerald: "...An interesting proposal. Very well. I'll accept--" atsushi: great! so where do we- Fitzgerald: "--with anyone who survives this." -riiiip- atsushi: ooooooh fudge. -on the streets- sancha: see anything? Tsukauchi: *staring at one person walking down the street* "...Is that a zombie?" sancha: maybe hopped up on something. try pulling ov- -the person is screaming and lands on the car- sancha: HOLY FRISKIES! -in the office- kirako: ..... yosano: feel anything yet, kunikida? -a ghostly woman appears in the corner- ghost: do...ppo.... -on the moby dick- atsushi: this is bad. think man, think! ???: "You? What can you do?" atsushi: ??! ???: "You would bring only misfortune. You dragged them into this--those young girls." atsushi: i was...just trying to help them! ???: "And that's why...You thought you were their hero." atsushi: just stop it! *punches the door* agh! dammit! ??? (a different voice): "...Who are you talking to?" atsushi: huh? *peeks* oh! you're that redheaded girl. Montgomery: "Yes, me. Serves you right..." atsushi: are you still mad at me im guessing? *notices the doll* that doll! Montgomery: "Yeah. It's trash, so it goes in the dumpster." atsushi: please, you have to let me out. if we dont do something, the whole city- Montgomery: "By 'everyone,' you mean your 'champions'? So, not me, huh? Sorry. I want to see you survive this, alone. Then you'll know how I feel." atsushi: listen, i understand how you feel. i was all alone before too- Montgomery: "Don't patronize me! How can you understand?! The Guild is all I have left! Have you been stuck with the same leftovers for a whole year?! Been hit with a hot iron poker?! Washed dishes all day with frostbitten and bleeding hands?!" *pulls up her sleeve* atsushi: !!!! Montgomery: "This is my mark!" *the burn of a poker* atsushi:....the first time is always the most painful. but the third time is the worst... *pulls up his shirt to reveal a similar mark* Montgomery: "!!! Wh-What...?" atsushi: i lived in a pretty bad orphanage too. so i know what its like to be alone and afraid. but that doesnt mean we can let it control us as adults. when i joined the agency, i finally realized that. i guess im pretty dumb for not realizing it sooner... Montgomery: "..." *shaking* "...'Too late'..." atsushi: ?? -they are now in 'anne's room'- Montgomery: "It was too late for you...It was too late for me...It's too late for them. Can't stop it." atsushi: ...no. there is a way. dazai's ability. if he touches the doll, it will deactivate the curse. he did it one before when it affected me... Montgomery: "... *glares* "How is that supposed to work? We're in the air! You don't know where he is!" atsushi: well, i read something once; 'not once have i regretted the things i did, i only regret the things i didnt do'. it was from a book in the library orphanage, i dont remember the authors name, but it stuck with me. Montgomery: "..." Anne: *roar* atsushi: !! Anne: *hands bag to Atsushi* atsushi: um...what is this? Montgomery: "A parachute." atsushi: so then, you're helping me? Montgomery: "..." *points to a door* "This door bridges you to the walls of Moby-Dick to escape." atsushi: thank you so much....what made you change your mind? Montgomery: "...Solitude is my life." atsushi: .... Montgomery: "Maybe that is the problem. Maybe if the Detective Agency and the Mafia had collaborated..." atsushi: *light bulb* thats it! *hugs her* you're a genius....um...did i ever get your name? Montgomery: o\\\\o "G-Get off of me! You have to get out of here!" atsushi: ah! right...are you sure you'll be ok in here? Montgomery: "...No. But I'll survive. And you better--because I'm going to need someone to get me out of here." atsushi: right. i'll be sure to come back for you. and if things dont work at the guild. you can always join the agency! Montgomery: "...I'll be waiting." *push* "Now get going!" atsushi: OKAAAAAYYYYYY!!!! -inside- guild member: the weretiger has escaped! twain: *smirks* alright, my time to shine~ -outside- atsushi: *falling* (thinking: i just have to get to dazai at the new base, then i can-) *notices something* eh? that's....the port mafia! -not just the mafia, but also the DWMA, pro heroes, true cross, the brigades, the whole 9 yards- -BANG- atsushi: ?! what the- -inside the bullet is a little boy?- boy: gotcha! -the bullet continues downward- atsushi: *gulps and activates the parachute* Chuuya: "Guard the traffic network!" gin: *nods* -elsewhere- shura: alright, lets keep civilian casualties to a minimum! all those unaffected get indoors! adrian: understood! shura: gilda, get into the shop and treat any wounded. gilda: *nods and goes to do that* Rin: " 'Casualties'?" shura: just get back inside and focus on your training, leave this one to the adults, m'kay? seiya: i dont know if you noticed, but things have gone kind of nuts out here. momo sakura: *sniffs* *hugs shiro* uncle shiro, im scared. Fujimoto: *pat pat* "I know, kid. Just stay behind me..." kyouko: ... *checks the shed* yukio? feeling better yet? Yukio: "Let me go!" *rocking in the chair* kyouko:...guess not... *closes the door* -elsewhere- -a tiger lands on the ground- -nice landing- atsushi: oholycrap i cant believe i didnt just die! oh shit! right! doll! to dazai! gotta hurryyyyy! *runs* -bullets shoot down from above- atsushi: FUUUUCK! *running. the whole city is in chaos. he can see a baby about to fall into traffic* !!!! *grabs the stroller and makes a run for it as bullets tail behind* oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! -he keeps running until...- -squish~- rain: !!!! o///o atsushi: .__________.;;; IM SO SORRY MA'AM HERE, PLEASE WATCH THIS KID I GOTTA GO THANK YOU! *runs* rain: ah...what just.... -in the moby dick- twain: oh, dodging and hiding, eh tiger boy? classy. but i'll come out soon enough... -on the ground- atsushi: *noticing easter eggs as he runs* -a wave of ice shoots out, with him barely dodging it- atsushi: HOLY CRAP! fuyumi: shouto, calm down! he isnt here! Shouto: "GET AWAY FROM ME!" *summons a sharp icicle in his hand* "Take another step, and I'll kill you!" eijiro: dude, chill! and i dont mean that as a pun! fuyumi: shouto... atsushi: *still running* -BOOM- atsushi: *sent flying* oh fu- *crash* nnng...ow... cant stop now...got to....keep going... *trying to reach the doll* *BOOM* *BANG BANG BANG* atsushi: come on...come ooon... *someone approaches* ???: "VICTORY!!!" atsushi: ...!!! dazai! -atsushi cries tears of joy- atsushi: oh thank fu-huuuck... TTuTT Dazai: "??? What's wrong? You hurt?" atsushi: they're shooting at us from above! Dazai: "..." *looks up* "Huh. I forgot to set off the smoke screen..." *pulls out a giant remote control, pulls the antenna up* -fwoooooom- twain: D8.....ok. i'll give them that one. -on the surface- Dazai: "Come on...Lean on me...Subway station is right here...Watch the step..." atsushi: um, the doll? if you would please?! Dazai: "Oh, super! With this we will save everyone!" atsushi: yeah, could you please do that like, um, NOW?! Dazai: "...Well, here's the thing: it's not going to stop the major problem." *picks up the doll head--which stops laughing* atsushi: ?? Dazai: "As long as the Guild has Q, they can re-use his abilities in new ways. Unless I'm right there with him to neutralize him, I can't do anything." atsushi: but you dissolved the doll before! Dazai: "And what do I do then? Dissolve the doll again? And again? And again?" atsushi:....when i was on the ship, the red haired girl gave me an idea. now, this is going to sound insane but... they are one of the most powerful organizations of gifteds in the whole city. Dazai: "...'They'?" atsushi: ....the port mafia. Dazai: "...You hit your head pretty hard." atsushi: i'm serious! true, they might not be the most trustworthy, but they're the best we can work with right now who are aware of this whole guild thing. besides, Q is one of their members, isnt he? Dazai: "...Have fun talking to the boss." -elsewhere- Shotaro: "Oh no..." mono: *passes out* mana: i think she's ok now... mono: nnnh... huh? Shotaro: *frowning* chie: feeling better? mono:.....*shaking* -elsewhere- Rin: "Bro?" Yukio: "..." kyouko: ....*pats his back* you ok? Yukio: "...I lost control..." kyouko: i dont know what that was...but maybe you should take a break today. maybe some rest will help you out. Yukio: "...I...don't feel like resting--" Rin: *shoves a copy of manga into his hands* "You haven't read this yet! Get on it!" kyouko:...*small smile* (thinking: im glad he's in good spirits again....) {kyouko: YOU CANT JUST KEEP BEATING YOURSELF UP OVER THIS! if you want them to forgive you, then prove it to them! prove you're a good person!} Yukio: "..." *opens it* "...The art isn't as good this week..." -elsewhere, somewhere in true cross district- guard: *whistling* hmm? hey, this is a restricted area. you arent allowed to be in here! *A figure in a gas mask is seen* guard: freeze! Gas Mask: *holds up a hand...and some black drips from it* guard: !!!! Gas Mask: *the drips accumulating into a blob, which they hurl at the Guard* -early the next morning- Rin: *nod nod* "Yeah! I am! See?" *holds up one paper* "This one is only scorched along the edges!" shura: *nods* Rin: "Hee hee hee...I did good!" -phone rings- shura: hold up...yo.....what?...ok. oi kiddo, we got a mission. Rin: "???! A mission! Sweet!" *takes his sword* -snatch- Rin: "HEY!" shura: uh-uh-uh, until you can control your flames, and i mean it, this baby's stayin with me. Rin: *pout* "What if there's an emergency?" -and so- Yukio: "I am Yukio Okumura, Middle First Class Exorcist." exorcist: i've heard about you. mr todo, mind explaining the situation? i'll tend to the wounded... Yukio: "We heard reports of a theft: the Left Eye." shura: ..... woman: please, they took my son! i dont know what i'll do if something happened to him, he's all i have left! Rin: "Don't worry, ma'am! With Rin Okumura, Exorcist No Class--" Yukio: -_-; Rin: "--on the job, I'll save him--" Yukio: *pushes Rin back* "We cannot ensure the safety of your son." woman: !!! Rin: "Dude! That's not very encouraging--" Yukio: *drags Rin back by the back of his shirt* woman: *crying* exorcist: we'll do what we can ma'am... Rin: "What the hell do?!" Yukio: "You cannot make promises for things you cannot predict!" Rin: "So I'm supposed to make her feel badly?! And I will save that kid! Just get out of my way and--" *takes a step forward* shura: *grabs him by the collar* come on kiddo. we got stuff to do. Rin: "Let go of me, Boob-zilla!" exorcist: mr okumura, we got the hazmat suits out. Yukio: "Thank you." *accepts his, starts to put it on* todo: please, allow me to come with you. im partially responsible for this, after all. Yukio: "Okay. Get on a suit, and you can guide me to the suspect." -inside- todo: so, i heard you're quite the prodigy, mr okumura. im certain your father is proud of you. Yukio: "...Thank you. I hope he is." -the bird is still chirping- Rin: "So, what's the bird for, Mr. Todo?" Yukio: "???!!!" Rin: "Yo!" *stares at Mr. Todo* "...Do I know you?" todo: im sabutora todo, from the order's deep keep, where i serve as the warden. Yukio: "Why are you here?! Where is Shura?!" Rin: "I ditched her. Kind of surprised how easy that was..." todo: ah! there he is! Gasmask: *holding the boy* Yukio: *aims--fires* Gasmask: *dissolves, dropping the boy onto the floor* Yukio: "?!! Todo, cover me--" boy: *wheezing* Rin: "I got this!" *leaps over to the boy* -the eye of the impure king lays on the ground- Yukio: "Rin! What did I tell you--" *spots the eye, grabs it* -squeeeek- Rin: ._. Yukio: "...It's a fake!" ???: oops. seems my cover's blown. -todo rips his hazmat suit off.....revealing goat like horns- Rin: "What the hell?!" todo: *smirks* boy: *coughs* Yukio: "Rin! Get the boy out of here!" *fires at Todo* Rin: "Right!" *picks up the boy, starts running* -todo sends smog at rin- Rin: "Ha! A little smoke ain't got nothing on my flames!" *flame on* boy: *SCREAMS* Yukio: "Rin, stop!" Rin: "!!!" Yukio: "He's infected! The miasma off Todo was enacted by your flames!" Rin: "Oh no--" todo: *tackles yukio* heh, y'know, you remind me of myself when i was younger. my family planned my whole life for me as soon as i was born. i wanted to be just like my father and brother, and what do i have to show for it? nothing, thats what. i decided then that i should be honest with myself, and the truth is; i hate all of it. my father, my brother, this whole organization. hell, this whole world! Yukio: *trying to push him off* "N-No! I am not like that..." Rin: *holding the kid, looking at the spreading infection* "...Kid...Come on, hold on..." todo: every heart has its darkness...i wonder..what is it you're so afraid of... *checks watch* oops. time for me to go, glad i had this time to chat, yukio. *vanishes* boy: *breathing hard* Yukio: *staring at where Todo was* "..." Rin: "Yo, bro! The infection!" -they were able to treat the child and bring him back out- boy: mommy? woman: satoru!! *hugs him* oh thank god... Yukio: *smiles...his arm is bloody* "He'll need additional medical treatment. Please follow the Exorcists to our EMT unit." woman: r-right! shura: there you are!...jeez, always playing the hero. what do you think this is brat, a shonen manga? Rin: *crosses his arms* "Just trying to help! So, you find what it was you were looking for?" *smirk* shura:..*rolls eyes* well, bad news, seems the real eye is long gone. i have my familiar tracking it now. Rin: "...What's the good news?" shura: well- Mephisto: "Ice cream!" shura: *facepalms* sir? the right eye? Mephisto: "Fine. I--" Rin: "Sweet! Cherry!" Yukio: *slaps the back of his head* Rin: -3- Mephisto: "The Right Eye of the Impure King was stolen. Now it is your task to retrieve it." shura: it was the left eye that was stolen. the _right_ eye almost got stolen, but the attempt was thwarted. i swear, you're going senile. Mephisto: -w-;;; "_I was busy_. Maybe if someone--or someones--hadn't lost one of them..." Yukio: ._. Rin: *nom nom nom* *mouth full* "Huh?" shura: *facepalm* unbelievable. come on, we got training to do. *drags rin off* Rin: *still having his ice cream, as he's pulled away* Mephisto: "Well, time to get back to work." *pulls out a 3DS* -elsewhere, in a park- cat: *walking along a brick wall* Fukuzawa: *holds up small fish* cat: 83 *nom* ^w^ atsushi: .... Fukuzawa: "..." *turns, spots Atsushi* "???" -elsewhere- rain: -_- .... at least that child was returned to its mother. Mori: "The baby probably took to you because of your large breasts." rain: *jawdrop* (thinking: HE ISNT EVEN BEING SUBTLE) THEY ARENT THAT BIG YOU DAMN BASTARD! 737 you arent even into that... Mori: *grabs her breasts* "Feel big." ???: *aHEM* if you're done harassing the poor girl... Mori: "??? Kouyou? Pleased to see you return." *lets go of Rain* kouyou: likewise. *hands him a letter* as it would have it, the leader of the agency has scheduled a meeting with you. rain: TT~TT why is it always me? curse this ability of mine... Mori: "..." *smirks* "So, it's come to this...A reunion." Chuuya: *walks in, notices Rain* "???" kouyou: indeed. shall i get a team to go with you? *smiles at chuuya* Chuuya: "!!! Kouyou? When did you--" Mori: "Please do. Rain, gather the ones I want." rain: understood. -that afternoon, at a park- Mori: *waves at Dazai* Dazai: "..." rain: O-O; >->;;; Mori: "Four years, yes? Do you have my coat--" Dazai: "Burned it." *spots Rain* "!!!" *winks* rain: *half glare* Chuuya: *furious face at Dazai* rain: ah, seems he's here! Fukuzawa: *enters* *The two men approach* mafioso: wa wa waaaa kouyou: again? seriously? Mafioso: "Frank, I swear to God..." Kunikida: *stare* Tachihara: *stare* -the tension is so thick, you could cut it with a knife- Tachihara: *takes Gin's knife* gin: -_-; hirotsu: *observing* Mori: "The powers-that-be would not be happy that two such powerful organizations meet--" Fukuzawa: "I'll get to the point: one of our newest members proposed our organizations form an alliance." Mori: "...Interesting." Fukuzawa: "I am against it: we should not work with an illegal organization." atsushi: ..... Fukuzawa: "However, given how often and brutally your organization has injured this newest recruit--" Tachihara: "HA!" gin: *elbows him* Tachihara: "Ouch!" rain: *observing* Fukuzawa: "--it is shocking how poignant and eloquent he was in making this proposal." Mori: "Ha! Quite interesting indeed." higuchi: ... Fukuzawa: "Even if we cannot form an alliance, I want a detente." Mori: "..." Tachihara: *whispers* "What's a 'dee-ten-tee'?" hirotsu: i believe he refers to a temporary truce. Fukuzawa: "I have many reasons to pursue this plan. First--" Mori: "Have you ever read Thomas Schelling? Or Nash? Or Kissinger?" Dazai: "...War strategists. Schelling looks at game theory--" Tachihara: "Like 'Battleship'?" higuchi: ....were you dropped as a child? Tachihara: "Why do you think I have this bandage on my nose?" Dazai: "...You just want to shove more war theory into my head. _Both_ of you..." Fukuzawa: "I read 'The Art of War.'" frank: yeah, thats where the guy puts all the animals on a boat and beats the shit out of 'em. and thats why whenever any group of animals is together its called a zoo! Tachihara: "..." Dazai: "..." frank:...unless it's a farm. Mori: "...And I think that the war between nations is not so different between the war between organizations. Let's say we pursue this alliance. What happens if someone breaks it? Who enforces any rules?" Dazai: "So, if you don't trust us...and we don't trust you...this falls apart." rain: .... Mori: "And many of us do not trust you at all." Tachihara: *cracks his knuckles* rain: .... atsushi: *gulp* Fukuzawa: "My subordinates were also attacked by your people." Mori: "But no one died--to our embarrassment." Fukuzawa: "Then...we have one solution before we may proceed--" rain: a-and that is? Fukuzawa: "Settle our scores, right here, right now." rain + atsushi: oh no. Fukuzawa: *leaps at Tachihara and Gin* gin: !! Tachihara: "Oh, hell no--" *SLICE* gin: !!!! *her sword broke* D8 Tachihara: "MY GUNS!" Fukuzawa: *in front of Mori, sword at his neck* Mori: *a scalpel slides out of his sleeve, at Fukuzawa's neck* rain: why does he have a scalpel?! Fukuzawa: "Your 'medical ethics' have not changed, Dr. Mori." rain: wait he's a doctor?! higuchi: well, he was our medic before the previous boss passed away. Fukuzawa: "And I assume you still have a fetish for young girls." rain: DOES HE EVER! *WHOOSH* *Another scalpel sails past the side of Rain's head* rain: O-O;;;;;; *quivering* Q-Q Chuuya: "..." *pat pat* Mori: "Still whispering to cats, Silver Wolf?" Fukuzawa: "..." Mori: *gestures to Mafia to turn to leave* atsushi: wait. i have....an offering......*teary eyed and hands mori a shopping bag* Mori: *looks into the bag* "???" -it was a doujin....a hentai doujin.....a _loli_ hentai doujin- rain: D8 gin: O_O higuchi: D8 hirotsu: -_- Fukuzawa: "...What the fuck?" atsushi: *crying* do you know...how AWKWARD it was to make this purchase?! IM NOT PROUD OF THIS! I DID WHAT NEEDED TO BE DONE! with all due respect mr mori...you are a sick. sick. man. Dazai: *pat pat, smiles widely* "You did good! I wouldn't have done it." Kunikida: "You sick brat." atsushi: *whimpering* i need a cold shower for about 10 years. TT~TT Mori: "...What's the catch?" atsushi: maybe we can work on an agreement? please?.....we'll help you get Q back? Mori: "...Ha. The Guild is too powerful for the Agency to defeat. You don't stand a chance." -at the hospital- nurse: *working on things* hmm? oh hello sir. ???: "Good day." nurse: are you here to make an appointment? ???: "Here to meet with two patients." nurse: ah i see. which room? ???: "The one with Hawthorne and Mitchell." nurse: ah. right this way sir. ???: *follows* nurse: mr hawthorne? you have a visitor. Hawthorne: "??? I expected no--" ???: *holds up a piece of paper with a rat drawn onto it* Hawthorne: "?!!!" nurse 2: who was the foreign guy? he's cute. nurse: honestly zoey... ???: "Hello, friend. We have much to discuss." Hawthorne: "...We are not friends--" ???: "Would I be, if I did something about her?" *points to Mitchell* Hawthorne: "..." ???: "The second half of a man's life is made up of nothing but the habits he has acquired during the first half--and you have a habit of following someone. So, follow me." Hawthorne: "...I struggle to hold onto hope, God--" ???: "To live without Hope is to Cease to live. Live, Hawthorne--live! And I will make her live..." zoey: what do you think they're talking about?...i wonder if he's single? nurse: -_-; you're shameless. zoey: come on veronica, you only get to say that cause you're engaged. Hawthorne: "And how do you intend to have me released from this hospital?" ???: *waves to Veronica and Zoey* "Hello. I have spoken with Mr. Hawthorne, and he has agreed that he and Ms. Mitchell will be taken released into my care." veronica: ah, i see. zoey: soooo....you seeing anyone~? veronica: *facepalm* ???: "..." ???: "No, I'm not. For to love someone is to see them as they really are--and few ever see me as I really am." Hawthorne: *raises an eyebrow* zoey: aww. maybe i could try? veronica: (thinking: are you that desperate for a relationship?) ???: "...Oh? Are you busy this weekend?" zoey: nope! ???: *smiles* "Care to walk with me and talk about when and where to go out?" -elsewhere- stocking: how was the meeting, kiddo? Kid: "Disconcerting, as you can imagine." *sits* "This is an ability like none I have seen." stocking: it wasnt the kishin... Kid: *shakes his head* "What the victims had in common was not a proclivity to madness." stocking: oh? Kid: "It was almost like chance, like if they...just happened to bump into the wrong person." stocking: that's a scary thought. Kid: "Yes...How are your colleagues holding up?" stocking: yukio's doing better now. i got some news that some guy named todo went rogue, but it was unrelated to the incident. Kid: "What did Todo do?" -elsewhere- Vulcan: "At least the cats finally calmed down...Whatever happened freaked them out." lisa: no kidding... Vulcan: "Glad Giovanni didn't come over--he'd probably toss one of you little guys away for bothering him." lisa:... -elsewhere- shinra: how's the commander? nozomi: resting....whatever he saw must have really shook him... Takehisa: *slight shiver in his sleep* maki: .... -elsewhere- naho:....sakkun? you awake? Sakuya: "Hmm? Wha--" *opens an eye* "...Naho?" naho: *hugs him* i was worried about you... Sakuya: "..." *hugs* "...What happened?" naho: you just...broke down and screamed... Sakuya: "..." *memories hit him all at once--and he is frozen* naho: ......*holds him close* Sakuya: *not responding, just still, eyes wide* naho: it's ok now....we're here... Sakuya: "...I was so scared. Angry. Felt my brain exploding." naho: *rubs his back* -in another room- lavender: how is he? Higan: "Not great. Temperature still not going down." lilac: *shivering* lavender: poor kid....it was like he couldnt breathe... Higan: "Happening to both him and Sakuya? Doesn't seem right...I'm not a medical professional, so I wasn't sure what he needs: food, water." lavender: ....maybe i should schedule a therapy appointment for them. Higan: *nods* "Given his health, maybe the therapist should come here?" lavender: maybe. -elsewhere- fuyumi: hmm? oh. are you shouto's classmates? ochako: yep. took us a while to find the place. Izuku: "...We heard what happened..." fuyumi: ah...he's in the guest room. he hasnt come out all day. Izuku: "..." *looks at Ochako* "Did you want to talk to him first?" ochako: i guess. *knocks* todoroki? its us. Shouto: *silent* ochako: ..... Shouto: *turns over in bed* "Leave." ochako: .....well, we brought you lunch. we'll leave it on the table for you. or by the door....i'll just put it by the door. Shouto: "..." *pulls covers over him* "What is in the lunch?" -elsewhere- Kunikida: "..." *taps his fingers on the table* atsushi: dazai, are you sure you'll be ok going by yourself? Dazai: "Just think of it as a milk run: in-and-out, fast." atsushi: um....phrasing? i think? Dazai: "...Need I remind you what book you bought?" atsushi:....*tearing up* *shame corner* -mushrooms sprouting- atsushi: im the scum of the earth, i should just die in a hole. Dazai: "Not before me! I still need a cutie for a suicide pact--" yosano: just get this done with already. -_-; Dazai: *pout* "Fine. If I'm not back in an hour...wait longer." -that night- Dazai: "Hmmm...Cozy house. Lots of plants." -rustle rustle- Dazai: "!!" ("Please be a squirrel.") lovecraft:.... Dazai: "...You aren't a squirrel." lovecraft: .....steinbeck? *looks around* *zip* lovecraft:...... Steinbeck: *zipping up his pants* "Sorry. Drank too much juice." lovecraft: 7_7 Dazai: "Gross...So, you the two who kidnapped Creepy the Kid?" lovecraft:..more or less. Dazai: "Super! I'll just pop inside and take him--" -BOOOOOM- Dazai: "?!" lovecraft: *faceplanted*...ow. Chuuya: "I have arrived." Dazai: "...SHORTY!" -in the parking lot- rain: ...(thinking: mr nakahara...please be ok...) *BOOM* rain: !!! Dazai: "Watch where you leap, shrimp." Chuuya: "SHUT YOUR PRETTY BOY MOUTH!" Steinbeck: *sends vines at Chuuya* "Not getting away, lightfoot--Lovecraft, go!" lovecraft: ..... Dazai: "You've gotten lazy, shrimp. How am I to land a punch and nullify if you don't--" *BAM* Chuuya: "*holding a tree* "DON'T MAKE FUN OF ME!" Steinbeck: "...I thought they were fighting us." lovecraft:...zzzz... guild member: *knocked into the trees* oooow Dazai: "Why are you getting mad at me?" *knocks down another Guilder* Chuuya: "Because you abandoned us!" Steinbeck: *pokes Lovecraft* lovecraft: zzzzz Dazai: "You didn't witness what I did! If you did, maybe you'd leave--" Chuuya: "I ain't leaving! I want power! The fine things! Wine! Money! And--" *Vines encircle them* Chuuya: *vines cover his mouth* Dazai: "...Huh. Not my first choice for dying. Or my first choice in a lover's pact--" Chuuya: 0////0 *muffled screams* -one pwning of steinbeck later- Steinbeck: x______x lovecraft: zzzzz Chuuya: "...He's just going to sleep? Jeez, this mission is stupid." Dazai: "Worst day in years." *Both reach for the door* Chuuya and Dazai: "?!" Dazai: "Step off." Chuuya: "Don't walk next to me." Chuuya: "Look, if this isn't wasn't a mission, I would have blown you--" Dazai: "..." Chuuya: "--away." Dazai: "Suit yourself..." Chuuya: *enters* "Have you heard of Petrus? It's a wine so expensive that your eyes would pop just from looking at the price. When you left the organization...I opened a bottle to celebrate. I hate you that much." Dazai: "Funny. When I left you, I celebrated by rigging your car with a bomb--" Chuuya: "FUUUUUUUUUU--" Chuuya: *kick* Dazai: *dodges* "Please. I know everything about you, down to your breathing." Q:..... Dazai: "Oh. I found sleeping beauty." Chuuya: "..." Dazai: "I need to cut off the roots. Give me your knife." Chuuya: "Fine. Here is--" *checks pockets* "!!!" Dazai: *holding it up* Chuuya: "...Motherfucker." Dazai: *takes knife...up to Q's neck* Q: .nn...mo...mmy.... Dazai: "..." *sad frown, before smirking at Chuuya* "Won't stop me?" Chuuya: "The boss said I had to bring him back alive. But there are two problems. First, you are too far from me to reach in time--" Dazai: "Obviously." Chuuya: "And I could care less. I still see the people he murdered. My colleagues. Friends. Let him meet his mommy." Dazai: "Then..." *stab* -the vine begins to wither- Chuuya: "Tch. Goody two-shoes doesn't want to kill?" Dazai: "...You kept Q around because you always had me as a check, to nullify his abilities." Chuuya: "So?" Dazai: "So whether he lives or die doesn't matter to me--he's not my problem, he's yours. The only problem I have is Kunikida's yammering." -Elsewhere- Kunikida: "!!!" *punches a wall* -back at the little house- Q:....zzzz.... Dazai: "You carry him." Chuuya: "Wait, why?!" Dazai: "You got anti-gravity abilities and child-bearing hips--" Chuuya: "!!!" Q: zzzzz... Dazai: *takes the doll* "And I'll keep this out of your hands." Chuuya: "Bondage freak." Dazai: "Petite mafia." Chuuya: "Death lover!" Q: *snore and hugs chuuya* mama.... Chuuya: .\\\\\. "N-No..." Dazai: *smirks* "Mama..." Chuuya: *grunts, kicks down door* "Let's just get out." -creack- Dazai: "...?!!" Chuuya: "What?" lovecraft: i've been....stiff lately......have i been working too much? Chuuya: "??? What did--" -TENTACLE PUNCH- Chuuya: D: *knocked back into a tree* Dazai: *catches Q* .___. Q: zzzzzz Chuuya: *marches back to Dazai* "Huff...Huff...Okay...Why is this guy now all turned around with his head snapped back?" Dazai: "Nah, don't worry! I'll just catch his tentacle--" Chuuya: "I bet you will." Dazai: "--and nullify his ability." *hands Q back to Dazai* "Put them here, buddy!" *holds out his hand at Lovecraft* -WHACK- Dazai: *bounce bounce along the ground--into another tree* Chuuya: D: "Crap!" *jumps to dodge another tentacle* lovecraft: that was...a heavy punch. Dazai: *coughs up blood* "D-Damn...My power nullifier isn't working..." Chuuya: "But you can stop any ability! The only way that could happen is if it...wasn't...an...ability...Oh, fucking hell." lovecraft: so tired....starving....got to....FiNiSh ThE jOb...ThEn I cAn...Go BaCk... Dazai: *gets up* "Okay...Operation 'Shame and Toad.'" Chuuya: "No! 'Rains Falls Outside the Window Frame'!" Dazai: "...Oh, please. Have I ever picked the wrong strategy?" Chuuya: "...Damn it. Fine!" Chuuya: "Sucking people dry..." Dazai: "..." *LOUD LAUGHTER* lovecraft: complete the mission....then go home.... Dazai: *holds up his hands, smiles* Dazai: *ducks* Chuuya: *stare* -a barrage of tentacles shoot out- Chuuya: "Gravity manipulation..." lovecraft: a decoy? Chuuya: *GRAVITON PUNCH* lovecraft:...heavy.. Dazai: *claps* "Nicely done." Chuuya: *glare* "Stop treating me like your pet dog." Dazai: "I'd have a dog do tricks to stop this guy--but since I don't, I settle for you." Chuuya: *glare* Chuuya: "I HOPE YOU CATCH AN STD THAT ROTS YOU FROM YOUR BOWELS UP TO YOUR HEAD!" Dazai: "I hope your big hat eats you from the head down." Chuuya: "IT'S NOT BIG!" Dazai: "You're over-compensating." lovecraft: what a chore....but the contract....needs to be fufilled... Chuuya: "YOU KNOW YOU'RE LYING!" Dazai: "Maybe ask your girlfriend." Chuuya: "...What?" -SLICE- Chuuya: "!!!" Dazai: "...Huh. That was my favorite hand." Chuuya: "..." *turns around* D: -churning noises- Chuuya: .______. "Do...not...want..." a horrific monstrosity is standing before them- rain: *looks in her rear view* O_O !!! Chuuya: *runs away* Dazai: "Ouchie...Chuuya...Help me..." Chuuya: "H-How can I help you...?" Dazai: "Pick my nose." Chuuya: "...What?" Dazai: "I can't reach my nose--" Chuuya: "USE YOUR OTHER HAND!" Dazai: "Please...Make it my last wish." Chuuya: "...Fine." *moves his fingers to his nose* Dazai: *snatches his fingers--with both hands* :D "GOTCHA!" Chuuya: "I WILL RIP OFF YOUR HANDS AND WEAR THEM AS MY MITTENS!" Dazai: "In other news, we're going to die." Chuuya: "...What?" Dazai: "...I suppose there is one thing we could do. Or you could. 'Tainted.'" -in the parking lot- rain:....*overwhelmed with a feeling of dread* -back with them- Chuuya: "...Like I have any choice..." Dazai: "Go to it, tiny!" Chuuya: "You're tiny!" Chuuya: *steps before Lovecraft...inhales...* lovecraft: *growls* Chuuya: "O, grantors of dark disgrace...Do not wake me again!" Steinbeck: "Ouchie...What happened?" Dazai: "You got a knife at your neck--and get to witness Chuuya's ultimate ability." Chuuya: *vibrating...as blood drips from his limbs* *BLAST* rain: !!!!!! *getting out of the car, locking it, and running towards the clearing, though she has quite a ways to go* Dazai: "Chuuya can manipulate gravitons, increasing the density of his body--and the projectiles made by the compress gravitons consume all matter, like black holes." Chuuya: *launches a compressed graviton at Lovecraft* -FWOOOM- lovecraft: *SHRIIIIEK* Dazai: "So, why are his limbs regrowing, Grape Boy?" Steinbeck: "...I have no reason to tell you. And it looks like your friend has exceeded his abilities--he could only hurt Lovecraft from inside--" Dazai: "..." *smirks* *holds up remote control* Steinbeck: "?!!!" -beep- -BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM- rain: AH! *falls, scuffing herself up in the process, as she keeps running* -back with the others, a large crater is left in the ground where lovecraft had been standing- Chuuya: *staaaaaaare* Chuuya: "...Hee..." *covered in blood* Chuuya: *summoning more gravitons...* "Hee hee hee--" Dazai: *smacks Chuuya upside the head* Chuuya: "?!" -tainted's marks fade away- Dazai: "Hey, Chuuya." *smiles* Chuuya: "...Dazai? I...I..." Dazai: "It's okay, buddy. Let it out--" Chuuya: *BARF* Dazai: .w.;;;; "...This was a new shirt, you dick!" -a few minutes later, and rain meets dazai on his own on the path- rain: you! mr nakahara, where is he? Dazai: "...Oh, hey!" Dazai: "Um...He's dead." rain: *drops to her knees, teary eyed* no....no no no no.... Dazai: "Yep. The gravitons just ripped his body apart. Limbs went flying. Head popped off like a broken Pez dispenser. Pancreas stuck in a tree branch." rain: *breaks down sobbing* Dazai: "Yeah. Sometimes, if I close my eyes, I can still hear him--" Chuuya: "Moron! You almost sent me into poison ivy! I can't wipe my ass with those!" rain: !!!! .......*she looks at dazai, and slaps him across the face. hard* Dazai: *hit hard* "WORTH IT!" *lands face-first in the dirt* Chuuya: "...Rain? Your eyes are red..." rain: HOW CAN YOU BE SO GODDAMN RECKLESS YOU IDIOT! *hugs him* i was....so worried that you'd....please....dont scare me like that anymore.... -she's shaking- Chuuya: .\\\\\. "I-I wasn't trying to scare you! I had a mission and wanted to end it quickly so I could get you out of here--" rain: *pulls back, slightly blushing* m...mr nakahara? Chuuya: "...Chuuya...Rain..." Dazai: *standing...and...PUSH* -squish- rain: O-O.... o////////o KYAAA!! Q: *yaaaawn* hmm? im....outside? Chuuya: "Ah!" *tripping and--SMOOCH* Dazai: "Oh, hello, kiddo." rain: O//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////O Q: ....eeeeew. cooties! Chuuya: o\\\\\\\\\\o Dazai: "Ha ha ha ha! Congrats on moving on from me, Chuuya! I give you up to your new girlfriend." Q: ??? rain: w-wha-wha?!! O////O;;; Chuuya: o\\\\\\\\\o "I-I-I--" *gravity powers kick in--as he is floating* rain: m-mu-mr nakahara!! Chuuya: "I AM JUST EXCITED THAT IS ALL!" Dazai: *nudges Rain* "You make something rise in him." rain: .....you're terrible. but even with all that....you're still better than that walking scumbag, mori. Dazai: *serious face* "Yes." Q:.....im confused. can we go home now? rain: r-right! my car is this way. Chuuya: *trying to swim through the air, he's floating so much* "I can't get down!" Dazai: "Think of baseball and take a cold shower." -in the car- Chuuya: .\\\\\. rain:....so...mr dazai...do you want me to drop you off at the agency building then? Chuuya: "..." *shakes his head* Q: *clutching his doll, asleep* Chuuya: "...I want to go to a bar." rain: tomorrow. but right now, you need rest...i worry about you, you know. Chuuya: "..." *looks away* "Thank you. I...worry about you, too. I didn't want you...hurt." rain: *small blush* mr nakahara... Chuuya: *at a stop light* "..." *puts his hand on her shoulder* rain: ah...*blushing* Dazai: "You two going to neck?" rain: will you just keep quiet?! >n< Dazai: "Nope! This is too much fun! So, when's the baby shower?" rain:......... -she doesnt reply- Chuuya: "..." *punches Dazai in the mouth* Dazai: "Oh! I was just teasing! I know you and Chuuya haven't boinked yet. But I would get on that--Chuuya doesn't last long--" Chuuya: "DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?!" Dazai: "...Rain? Please promise me you will make my little Chuuya the happiest man on earth." rain: do you mind? im trying to drive... Dazai: "Well, you can drop me off at my place, then you can get the kid home, then you two can...you know." rain: ....we're here. -she parks in front of the agency building- Dazai: "Oh, super! Well, good--" Chuuya: *punches him out of the car* rain:...*sighs* look...mr nakahara. i am so sorry about....what happened. 7///7; Chuuya: "...I'm...not." rain: e-eh? Chuuya: "...You are an incredible woman, Rain. And I...I..." rain: mr nakahara- Chuuya: "!!!" *reaches over and slams his foot on her brakes* rain: ah! h-huh? wha? *blinks* was i...dozing off? Chuuya: "J-Just a stop sign you missed..." *his arm also reached out across her to block her* rain: r-right...thank you....mr nakahara... Chuuya: "A-Any time..." *looks at her* "I..." rain: ?? Chuuya: "...I would prefer...that we...that you..." Q: keep your damn pickles to yourself, monkey man...zzzz rain: ....see you at work tomorrow then? Chuuya: "...Yes..." *sad frown* "Sleep well, Rain." rain: *she parks the car and nods* good night, mr nakahara. *walking back to her apartment* (thinking: i've been feeling out of it the past couple of days....i cant be...right?...i'll just....check first thing tomorrow...) *An image of Chuuya's face comes to her* rain:...*faint smile* ???: do you really believe you have a right to speak with him? -a small, black cat like creature is by her feet- rain: just leave me be. cat: but technically, i am you. and you are nothing but a magnet for misfortune and humiliation. rain: you think i dont already know that? cat:....im curious as to how this plays out for you. and as they say, 'curiosity killed the cat', rain. or should i say- rain: dont. -elsewhere- Mori: *sips his drink* kouyou: *on the phone* i see....a job well done.... *hangs up* Q has been returned. elise: yay! Mori: "...Hmm. Dazai did that?" kouyou: or rather, team 'double black' did that....onto other matters. we've had reports that a member of 'the rats in the house of the dead' has made themselves known in death city. Mori: "...Troublesome." -elsewhere- FD: "Enjoying this?" zoey: this is really nice. *she smiles* FD: "I'm glad." *puts a hand on her shoulder* "Nights back home...could be so cold." zoey: ...*holding his hand* FD: *takes her hand up to his lips* zoey: *blushing* FD: "my dear..." zoey: yes? FD: "Close your eyes..." zoey: *does so* *She feels something wrap along her wrists and ankles* zoey: ah- *riiiiiiiip* zoey: !!! .////. FD: *holds up a camera* zoey: um....k-kinky much? owo; FD: *puts it on a tripod* "Very..." *presses record* "Now...I want to start with a few questions..." *his hand slides down her stomach* zoey: l-like what? FD: "Your patients..." *his finger slides under her panties* "Hawthorne and Mitchell..." zoey: a-ah! w-what about them? FD: "I want them." *rubbing his finger along her* zoey: *soft sigh* f-for what? FD: "I'm looking for something..." *his other hand rests along her leg* "If you give me the answers I want, you'll be happy." *slides his finger slowly into her* zoey: *soft moan* FD: "I want them released into my care. Okay?" zoey: r-right. FD: *slides a bit deeper* "And you will delete all records you have on them from the hospital files." zoey: y-yes! >////o FD: "Good girl...Because if you hadn't, I would have to punish you." *takes her bra--and rips it off* zoey: *squeak* FD: "I need them to find me a book...Maybe you know where it is?" *continues fingering her, as his lips kiss lightly along her shoulder* zoey: w-what ki-ind of a-ah, a book? FD: "It can survive anything...even fire." *coaxes her back up, as he fingers deeper into her...he kisses lightly on her neck* zoey: *loud moan* FD: "But I don't hear an answer from you..." *tightens one strap* zoey: i-im not sure...this is..the first i-i've heard of something like that. FD: "Not the answer I wanted. I have to find that book--" *tightens more* zoey: mmmn! FD: "Answer, damn it--have you seen it?" zoey: i-i dont know what it is! FD: *smiles* "Good girl." *gentle kiss on her cheek* "Next question..." *his hand is along her breast* "Who admitted Hawthorne and Mitchell to your hospital?" zoey: a-a man by the name fitzgerald... FD: *gropes her breast, his other hand sliding lightly along her hip* "And where does he reside?" zoey: h-he's been staying at a hotel. FD: *light pinch on her nipple* "The name of the hotel...?" zoey: a-ah! FD: *leans to her other breast* "The name...Give it to me..." *the tip of his tongue rests along her nipple* zoey: *shivering* FD: *suckles on her nipple--then bites* zoey: ah! *wince* FD: "The name, you bitch--the name of the hotel..." *his nails scratch along her side* zoey: i-i didnt get it! h-he didnt t-tell me! FD: "And how will you find it for me?" *his hands hold her hips* zoey: i-i'll f-find out..s-somehow... FD: " 'Somehow'?" *massages her hips* "That's a start...Good girl..." *lets go, removing his shirt* "Are you turned on, dear girl?" zoey: y-yes. FD: *smiles* "Correct answer. And I believe you..." *unbuckling his belt, pulling down his pants* "You know what I want to hear now?" zoey: w-wha? FD: *pulls down his boxers* "I want the passwords to the hospital's network..." *he grinds along her* zoey: a-ahh! i-its... 151-KNTO. FD: "Is it?" *grabs her cheeks, squeezing* zoey: y-yes! FD: "Good..." *guides himself into her, holding her hands* "Because if you lie, do you know what I'll do?" zoey: w-what? FD: *thrust* "That video? It's uploading right now into my secure account." *thrust thrust* "If you fail...that video is emailed to your boss." zoey: !!!! FD: *scratches his fingers along her hips as he continues thrusting* "Problem?" zoey: *too shocked to say anything* FD: *frowns, as he digs his nails into her* "Speak." zoey: ah-ah!! FD: "Not enough!" *pulls back his hand and slaps her face* zoey: *winces, whimpering a bit* FD: "Speak, goddamn you!" *thrusts into her* "Or I'll give you something to cry about!" zoey: t-that is the passcode! really! FD: *smiles, polite* "Thank you..." *nuzzles against her breasts, as he thrusts* "God, you make me so hard...You're so tight." zoey: its....my first...actually... FD: *smiles* "I have lots of practice. I'll make it good for you..." *strokes where he slapped her* zoey: *slight wince* FD: *frowns* "Give me a smile, dear girl." zoey: .....*trying to fake a smile* FD: "...You're almost there..." *thrusts deeper into her* "Mmmm...Ah..." zoey: *panting, shivering* FD: "my dear, you're amazing...And I know we're going to get along so well...Ah! Oh...Do you think about this kind of thing when you're touching yourself?" zoey: ..... FD: *warning tone* "Zoey. Answer." zoey:...*quietly* s-sometimes... FD: *his hand pulls on her hair* "Louder." zoey: s-sometimes! FD: *smiles* "Good. You'll think about this more after tonight...Now, what would you say if I came into you?" zoey: ?! FD: "I am not hearing you say 'no'..." zoey: w-wha? FD: " 'Yes' or 'no': two syllables. Say one." *thrusting faster* zoey: aH! y-you- FD: *grunting* " 'You' what?" zoey: you wouldnt- w-would you? FD: *smirks, still thrusting, his member twitching inside of her* "Answer me..." zoey: *screams* FD: *cackles--as he pulls out--and cums onto her* zoey: >///o ah.... -she's bleeding slightly- FD: "..." *taps his fingers along her blood...and licks it* zoey: *trembling* FD: "Shh...It's okay, Zoey. I'm going to remove the straps...give you a bath...bandage you...and you won't tell about this to anyone..." zoey: *small whimper* FD: *small kiss on her lips* "Thank you..." *loosens her wrist straps* -elsewhere- Mori: *in front of his chess set* "Tomorrow, we make the next move." -elsewhere- Chuuya: "..." *staring at a photograph* kouyou: hmm? *It's of a night at the bar--him, Higuchi, Gin--and Rain* kouyou: oh i know where that is. the bar lupin, correct? Chuuya: *nods* "Good spot...Memories." kouyou: *she nods* from what i recall, dazai, sakaguchi, and oda were frequents there a few years ago... Chuuya: *frowns* "Dazai...He ruins it all..." -elsewhere- shura: ooi, rin. ever been to kyoto? Rin: "...No?" shura: well that's about to change. so get your stuff packed and ready to rumble. we're heading to the airport as soon as the sun rises, ok? Rin: "!!! B-But what will I pack?!" -early morning- Rin: *yawn* -at the airport- madoka: *hugs him* be safe, alright? Rin: *nods* "...I wish you were coming." madoka: yeah...but this is an exorcist only trip... i'll be sure to talk to you over vid chat. *smiles* Rin: "..." *leans, kisses her forehead* madoka: ^///^ Rin: *pats her head, giggles* shura: come on loverboy. *drags him off* madoka: ^^; *waves* be safe! Rin: *waves back, smiling* Rin: "I'll bring you a souvenir!" -on the plane- Rin: *sitting in the front seat, stretches out* "Ah...Leg room!" shiemi: .... *sad frown* Rin: "Oh, hey, Shiemi! Where're you sitting?" shiemi: ...... (thinking: why cant i say anything?) Bon: "Yo, Shiemi! Get in your seat! We got luggage to store." shiemi: ah! r-right! konekomaru:.... Rin: "Hey, Bon! Konekomaru! Shima!" Bon: *growls* konekomaru: ....*looking down at his feet* Rin: "??? Um...Guys? I--" Bon: "Just go, Konekomaru. Got to get going before flight attendants yell at us." Shima: "Hey, buddy, just calm--" Bon: "Now!" konekomaru: *taking a seat* Rin: D: "What the heck?!" izumo:......*grumbles and takes a seat in the same row as him* Rin: -3- "Oh, what, you're going to be pissy at me too?" izumo: im not- Rin: "Not what? Not happy sitting next to Satan's boy?!" shura: *blows a whistle* ok, listen up everyone. i take it you all know who i am, but for those who dont, i'm shura kirigakure, the one forced into leading this op. Shima: "Hi, Ms. Kirigakure!" shura: hello shima. anyway. as you know, two days ago, during the mass hysteria incident, the left eye of the impure king was stolen from the true cross deep keep. it's been confirmed that the former warden, sabutora todo, was part of the incursion, but at the current moment, his reasons and accomplices remain unknown. Rin: *crosses his arms* Bon: *listening* shura: at the same time, a similar attack was made at the kyoto field office, which fortunately was averted, but their goal was undoubtedly the impure king's right eye. izumo: *raises a hand* just what is the impure king? we havent gone over the lesson yet. Bon: "..." ("Dad...") shura: *looks at another teacher* care to explain? Teacher: "The Impure King was an upper-class demon during the late Edo period--causing the spread of fevers, epidemics, 40,000 deaths. His power was suppressed by his eyes, which were removed by the monk Fukaku--" Shima: *snort* Teacher: "Each eye is dangerous enough on its own, releasing a large amount of miasma." Rin: *muttering* "Monk Fukaku just had to show off..." izumo: *elbows him* pay attention. Rin: "Ow!" shura: our main objective is to tend to the wounded and strengthen their defenses. all exwires will assist as well. now lets work together on this and make it easy on me, got it? Rin: "Ow!" shura: our main objective is to tend to the wounded and strengthen their defenses. all exwires will assist as well. now lets work together on this and make it easy on me, got it? -ding- Rin: "???" intercom: flight 117 to kyoto, japan now departing. -the plane begins to move- Bon: *grips the armrests* Rin: *looking past Izumo and out the window* shiemi: .... -that awkward moment when you've grown up in a japanese home but never set foot in japan before- Rin: "Oh? Really? Huh." izumo: what? Rin: "...Why are you not scared sitting here?" izumo: psh- me? scared of you? as if. having demon blood isnt too uncommon, even amongst exorcists. hell, one of the teachers in training is a half demon half angel. Rin: "...Well, when you put it that way...Yeah, I guess. So, why are so many people still being all pissy at me?" izumo: it's probably because of you being satan's son. i know its harsh, but that's just how it is. the only reason you havent been killed is because the order doesnt know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Rin: "..." *nods* "Th-Thanks for cheering me on, Eyebrows." Rin: "I knew you were a nice girl!" izumo: w-who the hell are you calling eyebrows?! Rin: "??? What? Friends give friends nicknames--" izumo: what makes you think we're friends, huh?! my name is izumo kamiki! >-< Rin: "Thank you, Izumo." izumo: >n< d-dont get so casual! Rin: "...'Miss Kamiki'?" izumo: ....say, you've never been to japan before, right? Rin: "Nope! I'm super-excited! Did you know Kyoto has a tower?" izumo: yes, i know that. i've seen it. Rin: "Really?! What's it like? How tall is it? You ever spit from the roof of it? Can you see Tokyo from the top?" izumo: -_-; -elsewhere- Ranpo: "HA HA HA! Challenge accepted!" lana: may i help you, sir? Ranpo: "Hello. I am here for a game of wits against a worthy opponent." lana:.... yosano: *shows her the letter* lana: ah i see. i'll bring you two right up. Ranpo: "And soon the game of deduction will commence!" -ding- lana: here we are. Ranpo: "A note on the door...Hmm...Doctor, a pen, please." yosano: *hands him one* Ranpo: "Same words must appear in X and Y...Got it!" Ranpo: *writes the answer, rips the paper from the door* "We enter!" -creeeeak- yosano + lana: *peeek* *seated at the table is a tall, gaunt man--with a raccoon on his shoulder* lana: (thinking: so they're friends with that weird guy?) Poe: "Hee hee hee...Have you solved the puzzle, Ranpo?" Ranpo: *holds up the puzzle* lana:.. 'this puzzle has five words' 'this puzzle does not have five words'. oh, so one of those brain teasers? yosano: (thinking: jeez, dont you have anything better to do?) Poe: "I should expect nothing less of my rival." Ranpo: "Now I have a question for you!" *dramatic glasses removal* yosano: ? Ranpo: "...Who are you?" Poe: *falls out of chair* lana: he's been staying at this hotel for a while with his pet raccoon. Ranpo: "...Oh! Karl! What up?" Karl: ^W^ Poe: "!!!" yosano: so i take it this scruffy haired weirdo is with the guild then? Poe: *muttering* "How? I planned for Lord knows how long...Came all this way to this city...I wrote that letter in my own hand, decorated this room as based on the lengthy domestic ideology texts I wrote..." Ranpo: *smack* "SPEAK UP!" lana: D8 Poe: "R-Right...I am Poe. Detective, luminary author. But...I lost to a certain detective in a contest six years ago." Poe: "Such humiliation! It will not stand! I--" lana: oh, you're a detective? Poe: *turns to Lana, smiles* "Why, yes, Ligeia, I am." lana: it's lana, actually. *sweatdrop* Poe: "And so I used my powers of observation, critical thinking, and a Death City phone book to track my opponent to this very--" Ranpo: "BORING!" *tosses papers away* "Where's the game?" yosano: *sweatdrop* Poe: "OUR FATES ARE INTERTWINED! Much as the Earth revolves around the Sun, we are pull at each other! And on this day, it will be the sun that revolves around the Earth--I WILL BE VICTORIOUS--" Ranpo: "Shhh...I just want the game. I don't really care about you." Poe: D: *collapses* "Karl...Save me, my sweetie..." lana: *sweatdrop* Ranpo: "Could you get on with this? I have a client waiting for me..." yosano: yeah, anyway. Poe: *holds up a book, crying* "Our competition *sniff* requires we read this mystery novel to find the serial killer--" Ranpo: "Minus one point." Poe: "YOU AREN'T THE REFEREE OF THIS GAME! LIGEIA IS!" lana: it's lana! la-na! Ranpo: "Ligeia is right: a fictional work is hardly a challenge for a real-life detective." lana: you too?! Poe: *smirks* "I thought so..." *pulls out a stack of papers* "Which is why, if you win, you'll learn the Guild's weakness. How about that?" yosano: wow. is that right? Poe: "I will show you how to take down the Guild's fortress, the flying Moby-Dick." lana: ....what? Ranpo: "..." *points at Poe* "Plus one point to you." *points to Lana* "Two points to Ligeia." lana: who even is that?! yosano: im as confused as you are, lana. lana:...you're officially my favorite person in this room. Poe: D:< *continues* "The Guild's fights are all about money, violence--which bores me to death. The only thing worthy of admiration and awe in this world is..." *points at Ranpo* "...your ability, 'Super Deduction.'" yosano: *sweatdrop* Ranpo: "..." *snatches the book* "Plus five points. Let's begin the game!" *sits down in a chair* Poe: "I picked that chair out myself. You see, when the room is oblong, you want to have a chair that suits the curvature of the walls--" *rambles* yosano: how do we know this isnt a trap? Poe: "If you are concerned, doctor, please, join the game: the rules permit other members of the Detective Agency to collaborate." yosano: and lana? Poe: *looks at Lana* "...Do you like murder mysteries?" lana: well, i did attend a murder mystery theme party during senior year. Poe: "Perfect! Well, then, read along with them!" lana: *looking* Ranpo: *reading* Book: "Our story begins on a night, in a certain era. A few guests were trapped into a mansion due to a blizzard. Our main character, a private detective, must stay overnight--when he is roused from his sleep by a strange noise next door." -a bright light fills the room- lana: ?! -you awake in a mansion- lana: w-wha? where...? Poe: *heard throughout the room* "My ability...to transport readers into any book..." lana: w-what?! what is he? a dokeshi? yosano: not exactly. Ranpo: "He has an 'ability,' like my ability of deduction." lana: like a quirk? yosano: somewhere in the middle i guess. Ranpo: *looks around the room for evidence* -elsewhere- Kunikida: "They are late." atsushi: i just hope they're alright... Kunikida: "They'll be fine--physically, at least." -back in the hotel room- Poe: *staring at the book with a smirk* -a light shines from the book- Ranpo: *holding up his hands* "So bright...Where am I? Why do I feel like I'm in a different set of clothes?" lana: *SCREAMS!* yosano: !!!! -a dead corpse is in the middle of the room- Ranpo: "What?! What happened? I don't have my glasses." -4 other individuals are there- Ranpo: *feels his foot hit something* "???" yosano: *looks* Person #1: "That man...Is he dead?" girl: what happened? Ranpo: "I'm...not sure myself." victim: *handing ranpo a key and pointing to a door* ah... Ranpo: "Wh-What?" *looks at the door* "Is that how the culprit escaped?" *walks to the door, inserts the key, opens--* *There is a wall, with something painted...in paint?* Person #1: *reading* " 'Welcome to'...Does that say 'Locked Room' or 'Locked Poem'?" lana: whats with the cat missing an eye? Ranpo: "Hmm...The creepy guy said if we face a serial killer. Therefore, if we fail to solve the mystery...we die." lana: seriously?! Ranpo: "Doctor, please use your ability on the dying man." yosano:...!!! what? my ability doesnt work in here! Ranpo: "..." *holds his head* "Nor will mine..." lana: then we're basically fucked. Ranpo: "Hmm...Locked room. No exit. Victim murdered. But without my ability...to solve this case...would be...BORING! DULL! FOOLISH! A great detective does not investigate--their superpowers just solve the case for them!" lana *face plants* yosano: (thinking: are you fucking real?) Suspect #1 (the gambler Kizaki): "Hey! Can I leave now?" Ranpo: *head slammed against table* "Zzz..." girl: -_-; Suspect #3 (Ukai, journalist): "Interesting how quick everyone here is to deny before they were accused...But I didn't do it either." -one session of questioning and investigating later- Ukai: "Allow an actual journalist to investigate!" Ranpo: "What, you're going to do a list of the worst 5 moments in anime that you totes never noticed?" -AAAH!- Ukai: "?!!!" -they follow the scream to a room....where yosano has an axe in her stomach- yosano: i messed up... lana: !!!! Ranpo: "Doctor! What happened? Oh no...W-We need a doctor!" lana: SHE IS A DOCTOR! Ranpo: "ONE WHO IS NOT DYING, YOU IDIOT!" yosano: i didnt see who did it....but i know you can solve this. number one detective...... -back in the hotel- Poe: "Hee hee hee...This was the mystery all along: you can't solve it, and if you try, you'll discover only something about yourself that you don't want to know, Ranpo...I WIN! Ha ha ha!" -flash- Poe: .w.;;;; *turns around* lana: *mortified* yosano: eh, getting axed wouldnt have been the worst thing to happen to me. Ranpo: *waves* "I win!" Poe: D: "B-B-but how?!" lana: what he said! Ranpo: "??? That I won, or that the Doctor survived?" lana: YES! Ranpo: "Well, the Doctor can heal injuries if the person is to the point of dying." *holds up an axe* "Want to try?" lana: but i thought that abilities didnt work in the book? Ranpo: "When released from the book she must've been able to heal herself immediately." *hands axe to Yosano* lana: but who was the killer then? Ranpo: "...Me." lana: ...EH?! yosano: and what brought you to that conclusion? Ranpo: "I was the only person in the room. The book has to have a narrator--and if the detective is themselves that narrator, then they are an unreliable narrator." *stares at Poe* "You must use those a lot in your works." Poe: D: lana: clever. Poe: "B-But--she was murdered! How did that happen when you weren't there?!" lana: that is true. Ranpo: "Magnets." lana: ......huh? Poe: "Ha! Like such a thing is possible--" Ranpo: "In that setting? The hints were everywhere in your story. Advanced medical appliances. Clothes provided by the mansion itself. The novel was actually set in the year 2050, where the house is an entertainment facility within orbit--that is its secret, is it not?" lana + yosano:....what. Poe: "...Alright, yes, it's true! You got it all!" *covers his face, whimpering* lana: i-its ok sir! but....why did you do all this? what did the guy do to you? Poe: "What did he do? ...He is my rival! He--" Ranpo: "I solved a mock-murder he designed in this very room a long time ago." lana: eh? O-O Poe: .w. "...You remember?" Ranpo: "Of course! I had to expend all of my ability to solve it." yosano: i'll be giving you two your moment and just wait outside. *exits* Ranpo: *smiles* "The one and only time another detective pushed me to my limit!" Poe: QWQ lana: ^^ (thinking: i have no idea what is happening) Ranpo: *picks up stack of papers labeled 'Moby Dick'* "I'll just take these and be on my way. Keep writing, Detective: I need you to work for my brain's sake. ^^ " lana: *watches them leave* .....do you need something to drink, sir? Poe: "...Amontillado." lana: ah. -elsewhere- Dazai: "I guess we'll need Light Snow and Man Tiger on this one." atsushi: *gulps* Dazai: *holds up the plans to the Moby-Dick* "We can't let that giant whale crash into the city below." atsushi: *nods* Dazai: "Now, if you excuse me, I have a friend who was stuck in a car accident--" atsushi: what?! Dazai: "Oh, he's fine. Lucky bastard. I wanted to die in a car crash with an attractive woman..." atsushi: *sweatdrop* (thinking: you have some weird goals.) Dazai: *pinches Atsushi's cheek* "And you hang tight, and if you behave, I'll bring you back something you like." ("Or someone...") -and so, in the helicopter- atsushi: you sure you're ok, tanizaki? Tanizaki: "Piloting..." atsushi: *sweats* intercom: now entering the moby dick's field of vision. Tanizaki: *focusing* Tanizaki: "Light snow..." Tanizaki: "Atsushi, go!" atsushi: *nods* -on the moby dick cargo hold- guild worker: !!!! w-what the hell?! Guild Crewperson #1: "I told her not to go out with him--but she's in her rebellious phase." guild worker: NOT THAT IDIOT! I MEAN THE DEAD BODIES! Guild Crewperson #1: "...?!!" Akutagawa: "..." *cough* guild worker: *running* Akutagawa: "Rashomon..." -SLASH- ???: you go on ahead, mr akutagawa.... rain: *looks up and smiles, but her eyes are dull and lifeless* i'll catch up. Akutagawa: "...Very well." *walks* -elsewhere- atsushi: im in. Dazai: *on radio* "How is it?" atsushi: quiet....and as cliche as it sounds....too quiet. ???: "I hate that cliche, too." atsushi: ACK! oh jeez, dont give me a heart attack like that! ???: "Ha ha ha...I'm older than you, and you worry about yourself having a heart attack? That's no way to live. I suggest a cruise. Very relaxing." atsushi:...a little birdy told us you were going to drop the whale onto the city. cant you stop it? Melville: "...Whoever is left on Moby Dick should have taken the next freighter off by now. You know why, kiddo? Because this war is ending." atsushi: how do we stop it from falling though?! Melville: "...This last act will obliterate the Guild's enemies...and...Moby Dick." atsushi: how do we stop it?! *shaking him* JUST TELL ME, DAMMIT! Melville: "With 70 percent of Moby Dick weaponized, I no longer control it enough." atsushi: isnt there an off switch or something?! Melville: "...The control terminal. Heavily guarded." atsushi: right. thank you sir!....wait...why are you still here if everyone else left? Melville: "Why? Well...Moby Dick once roamed the skies, before it was altered into a Guild fortress. If it is to go down...I should as well." atsushi:.....*nods and runs* .....!!!! Akutagawa: "?!! Man-Tiger?!" atsushi: OH COME ON! listen akutagawa, i'd love to stay and chat, but i have a very urgent thing that needs to get done pronto and i would appreciate doing it in one piece, thanks! Akutagawa: "..." *black energy swirls around him* atsushi: hey. im on the line with dazai, he said he has something he wanted to tell you, sounds important! Akutagawa: "...Dazai wants to speak with me?" atsushi: yeah! *tosses the communicator* Akutagawa: *pants like a dog, rushing to catch it* atsushi: *runs* Akutagawa: "Dazai! I'm here!" -the number you are trying to reach has hung up. if you would like to try again- Akutagawa: "..." *black flames around him* -elsewhere- atsushi: *opening the door* Fitzgerald: *holding a phone* "Hi, Zelda. It's me, Francis." atsushi: *sneak sneak* Fitzgerald: "I'm almost done--What? No! I could never forget my wife." atsushi: *reaching for the terminal* Fitzgerald: *spots a reflection on his wedding photo* "Sorry, I have a guest coming. I'll call right back. I love you, Zelda. Goodbye." *puts down the phone* atsushi: *grab* (thinking: got it!) *FLASH* -BANG- atsushi: oooow... wha?... O-O;;;;; hhhheeeeeeyyyy siiiiir. ^^;;;; Fitzgerald: "Hello, Tiger. You thought you hit the jackpot?" atsushi: listen. i kinda left my phone at home, and then i lost my communicator, soo...imgonnaborrowthisnowthankyou! *running* Fitzgerald: *already in front of him--tripping him* atsushi: !! oh shi- *notices something coming at them from the hall* Fitzgerald: "???" Akutagawa: *glare* atsushi: owo; *backing away and RUNS* Fitzgerald: "I'm sorry, Mr. Akutagawa, but I am occupied right now." Akutagawa: *practically passes through Fitzgerald* -in one of the halls- atsushi: *panting* just got to get someplace safe, then i can-

#death city days

0 notes