#accomplice dazai did his job

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

We will protect you. Part IV

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader

Description: ADA and you discuss, what you manage to uncover, with the rest of the Gang. But, you never expected to see three particular names in the list.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

Part III

Part V

_______

You were sitting one of the couches in the living room, between Yosano and Kouyou. You and ADA returned home fifteen minutes ago and were telling others, what happened today.

ADA members were the ones, who did most of the talking. They explained in details, what they do to Stalker. And it was impressive in their own way. Yes, today, they mostly used physical power, but, some people only learn, that dog us angry, only when said dog bite them. And, while it was strange to have Dazai of all people using raw power, you feel so grateful towards him for protecting you today. You were grateful towards all Armed Detective Agency members, Katai and Natsume for today's protection.

Ranpo finally stopped talking and took a list of Stalker's accomplices from the table.

"With Stalker's phone we had some evidence, that will help us punish them severely. But, we need to punish a few more people. Stalker's accomplices..."

Everyone's gazes became darker. Ranpo start reading out loud. Poe took Stalker's phone and Katai turn on his laptop.

"First names, Emily Glover and Eugene Porcher..." You sighed, hearing these names.

"My university professors. They are responsible for job assignment during Charity Fair."

Poe start scrolling through Stalker's phone, trying to find Stalker's chat with anyone from this two.

"No... No... Found it! It seems, that Stalker posed as poor shy crushing student, who just want to see you from afar. And the café were the best option for them, because of all this windows," Poe's hands were shaking because of anger. "Your two professors didn't even question them, after you started to tell everyone about the Stalker."

You rub your forehead and lean your back on Yosano. She immediately put her hand on your head and start playing with your hair.

"Okay... Next?"

Ranpo cleared his throat.

"Johnathan Burke, manager of the café..."

This time, Katai clarify his reasons.

"Stalker pay them for keeping you on Closing Shift."

Ranpo named the third accomplice.

"Samson Beck, police officer, it seems, he and Stalker knew each other. Ollie Foster and Lennie Finch, two students. They..."

You finished.

"Don't like me. Especially after I moved in with you."

Ranpo nodded.

"Yes, unfortunately. And, there are three more names. I have never heard them before. Justin Blackwood, Angela Blackwood and Tory Swanson."

You perked up, hearing these names. You jumped from the couch and snatched the list from the Ranpo.

"And here I hoped that it was a hallucination and I didn't see these three names."

Everyone stared at you. You quickly explained.

"Justin and Angela are my uncle and aunt. [C/N]'s parents."

Kunikida adjusted his glasses.

"I assume, they also liked to call in the middle of the night?"

You mumble something and shrug. You took a pen from the table and start spinning it, trying to calm down.

"Maybe? At least, they never called me in the middle of the night. As for Tory, she is my cousin, I guess. We are not blood related, she is Justin's niece."

Atsushi looked puzzled.

"Okay... What do they get from helping Stalker?"

Poe, who was checking chats, spoke.

"Well, they mentioned something about... inheritance and old hotel. And, being ready to help Stalker get you."

You snatched the phone from Poe and stare at the screen.

It was true. You recognize your aunt's number.

SNAP

Blue ink from broken pen coated your hand. The plastic remains of the pen fall down on the floor. You were breathing hard. You gave the phone back to Poe.

"Because of inheritance... They are ready to destroy my life... Sold me to a creep. And here I thought, they wanted..."

You breathe in and out.

You glance at your dirty hand.

"I need to clean myself up."

You turned away and left the living room.

_______

You frantically soaped your palms. Hot water were burning your hands, but you didn't care. A million thoughts fly in your mind and none of them were pleasant.

You were crying.

One week ago you got a message from Aunt Angela. She said, that she and Justin wanted to visit you the following week. You were happy to see someone from your family again.

But, with that family you don't need enemies.

You heard, how someone open the door. You catch Kouyou's reflection in a mirror.

Then you were embraced by her. Kouyou whispered.

"You can cry as much, as you want, Dear Flower. I will be there."

You sobbed, hiding your face in her chest.

"They were thinking about inheritance... They didn't care about me!"

Kouyou lightly pet your head.

"Don't worry, everything is going to be alright. We won't let them hurt you. I won't let them hurt you."

Kouyou cupped your face. You looked directly in her cherry-red-eyes. She kissed away two stray teardrops from your cheeks.

"I promise."

You hugged her again.

"It's just... I thought, that they are my family. That, they, at least, shouldn't be against me."

Kouyou kissed your temple.

"Not all families are supportive. But we will support you. Always."

You sighed.

"True... Can we stay like this for a moment? Then we will return to a living room?"

Kouyou nodded, placing her hand on your head.

____

When Kouyou and you return to the living room, others looked troubled. You were standing with your back turned to her while Kouyou hugged you from behind. You explained everyone about your aunt's messages. And about wanting to meet you.

Right in the middle of explanation, you got another message from her. You read it out loud.

"Hey, [Y/N]! Let's meet tomorrow and have dinner together! Your uncle and I will wait for you at the "Sakura" restaurant."

You raise an eyebrow. "Sakura" was a wanna be Japanese restaurant. Cheap, with bad food. Because of that, during Charity Fair, they almost had no clients.

Good place for a kidnapping. You rub your forehead. You are getting a headache.

Mori stand up. He came closer to you, stand near Kouyou and put his hands on your shoulders.

"Don't worry, My Darling Guiding Light, tommorow, you will be under protection of Port Mafia. And we will show them, what will happened to people, who cross you."

You looked at Mori with gratitude.

"Thank you, Ougai. So..." you looked at others, fixing your gaze on Port Mafia members. "Who want to meet my family tommorow?"

________

That night you spent in your room.

But you weren't alone.

Once again, you were in a middle of cuddle sandwich.

You were laying face to face with Kouyou. You ran your fingers through her hair, that she let down. Koyouu's fingers were massaging your temples. From time to time, she ran her fingertips up and down your face.

Mori was spooning you. He put his chin on the top of your head. Your legs were intertwined. His hands were wrapped around your midsection. From time to time, he gave you an affectionate squeeze.

And, once again, you felt safe.

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

[alby-rei]

[Arthur Week, Day 3] Midnight Snacks

a/n: in which MC (ft. accomplice Dazai) wants to make the resident flirt, Arthur Conan Doyle, jealous. Why? Who knows! But what I do know is that it ends up working in his favor rather than MC’s... wait, what?

a/n 2: changed the title cuz it was bothering me xD nothing else changed.

My entry for @scummy-writes​‘s Arthur Week! 

Day 3: Coffee and Fudge || Writer’s Block

[Pairing]: Arthur x You/gn!MC, (pre-relationship)

[Characters]: You, Arthur, Dazai, Sebastian

[Word count]: ~2300 words

[Rating]: T

[POV]: 2nd Person 

“...and all of a sudden, I hear Mozart yell ‘stop releasing chickens in my music room!’ but Dazai didn’t even flinch!” You brought a foam-covered hand up to your mouth to cover your laughter.

You and Sebastian were cleaning the dishes together after lunch time. You’ve made it a habit to catch up on your day and share observations with Sebas, as pretty much no one steps into the kitchen around this time.

Well, that is except—

“_____~!”

Except Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, naturally. He must’ve finished his writing session and been wandering around the mansion, as is his trademark since your arrival.

You closed your eyes, hoping the man would walk past the kitchen without checking. You weren’t exactly in the mood for flirty games with the mystery writer, especially not after dealing with a haughty music teacher in Mozart. Sadly, luck was not on your side, today.

“I’ll tell you the rest later,” you wipe your hands with a towel. Picking up the tray of plates and cups to put them in their rightful places, you didn’t pay the writer any mind.

“After this I gotta find Dazai,” you said as you opened a cupboard. Your turned around to find Arthur leaning on the door frame, and your tone shifted dramatically, “Oh! Arthur, funny to see you here.”

Sebastian knew that tone very well. It was your sickeningly sweet voice that you dedicated to either (a) dodging conversation, or (b) planning something against that person.

“I’d say the same to you, ___, but you’re always in the kitchen. I couldn’t help dropping in to check on my favorite bird,” Arthur leaned against the door frame, flashing you a grin and a wink.

“Oh please, don’t talk about birds after what happened this morning,”  You caught sight of your target at the end of the hallway, “aaaand I have to go, see ya!” 

You duck under Arthur’s arm while his guard was down. He twirled around to follow you, but you evaded him, calling out to Dazai. Arthur stood in his tracks, as he watched the japanese author stop for you, and you beamed up at him.

“Dazai-san, I’ve been wanting to ask you for something, if you’re… free,” you noticed mid-sentence that the chicken that was still nestled in his arms.

“Hm?” His piercing yellow eyes brightened, “I’ll always have time for you, Toshiko-san.”

“Bawk!” The chicken… agreed, supposedly.

You laughed sheepishly, “That’s very sweet of you, I was actually interested in learning about your writing style and get some advice. I’ve been going through some terrible writer’s block.”

“I was working on a short story earlier, it’s in my room. Want to come with me?” He began to lead her towards his room.      

“I’m honored! I’d love to, Dazai-san.”

Oh yes, you were definitely planning something, Sebastian noted.

As the two of them walked away, Arthur stood glued watching the scene. Sebastian had been poking his arm the whole time, but he didn’t budge. Even shaking his entire arm didn’t spur any sudden movement from him.

“Sir Arthur. Earth to Sir Arthur,” Sebas continued tapping his shoulder and pinching his arm.

“Huh? Oh…” His gaze held an odd expression, one that Sebastian hadn’t seen from him before—a hint of sadness, maybe even frustration. But it was quickly replaced by his signature grin as he finally took notice of me, “Sorry, Sebas, I must’ve been blocking your path, got to go!”

And just like that, he scurried off.

After a moment’s pause, and after making sure the hallway was clear of esteemed residents, Sebastian did much the same, but in the opposite direction. He has notes to take, pronto. 

~*~

You and Dazai sat in the lounge room, having passed by his room, and Dazai collected his writing material.

“You have really pretty hands, Toshiko-san. I’ve heard you playing in Mo-kun’s piano room, you’re a wonderful pianist,” Dazai held your hand delicately in his, as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“Thank you, it’s something I take a lot of pride in,” your heart swelled from the warmth of his compliment, “but I’ve been much more interested with writing as of late. Actually, I’ve always wanted to write a novel.”

“Oh? I admire your ambition. How can I help?”      

“Well well well, what do we have here?” A third voice chimed in.

Right on time, as you expected.

“Have I interrupted your little rendezvous?” Arthur walked slowly and purposefully, as if he had caught them red-handed doing something they shouldn’t.

Internally, he was trying his best not to jump to conclusions. That would be uncharacteristic of him, after all. You weren’t tied to him in anyway, so there was no reason to feel so jealous that you went to Dazai for writing help instead of him. He didn’t even know about it!

So why was his heart pounding so loudly in his head while his eyes were fixated on their linked hands?

Dazai withdrew his hand, occupying it with his writing pen instead. He shot Arthur a smile with closed eyes.

“Of course not, we were just talking, Arty.”

“…Don’t call me that,” Arthur narrowed his eyes, “and second, I’d like to steal ____ now.”

“I’m sorry, Arthur, but I want to talk with Dazai a bit to improve my writing.”

Being shot down so directly caught Arthur off-guard; his insecurities getting a hold of him. For the first time, he found himself at a loss for ways to turn the conversation in his favor. At the moment, if he persisted, and you kept turning him down, he wouldn’t be able to let it down for the rest of the day.

Instead, Arthur straightened himself, fixing his tie, “Well then, I’m heading to the pub soon enough to find me a pretty skirt for the evening. Have fun, you two, I know I will.”

He huffed childishly, going out with a wave. Dazai turned to you with a polite smile.

“Do you think it worked?”

“Oh, he is definitely salty, thanks for agreeing to this, Dazai-san.”

“Any time, Yoshie-san, what are housemates for?” He smiled fondly at you.

“You’re a great actor, didn’t even flinch!”

“Ah, but who said I was acting?”

He got up with his writing tools and stepped out of the lounge before you registered what he said.

“Wait… what?!”

~*~

Later that evening…

…Well, more like around midnight, you just happened to catch the insomnia bug and were heading to the kitchen, as all people naturally do when they’re insomniac. You switched on the lights, thankful for the dimness of the lanterns in the kitchen. Scanning your options, your eyes settled on the coffee pot that sat quietly in the corner. Thoughts of a certain mystery writer gnawed at you, but you darted them away and walked past the coffee pot to get a glass of water instead. You leaned forward, filling her glass with bleary eyes that refused to slumber but also refused to open properly.  

Suddenly, you felt a touch to your backside. Eyes cracking wide open, you spun around and swung your makeshift weapon of glass at your offender. The offending mop of ash blue hair felt the full force of the blow, and the glass shattered across the floor.

Well crap.

“Ow… If I’m not mistaken, I’d say you were trying to kill me there, ____.”

For the love—.

“Arthur what the hell were you trying to pull?! Bloody hell! You made my heart drop.”

In a flash, his body was pressed against yours, caging you between his arms and the kitchen counter. The crunch of the glass under his shoes was the only sound in the room. You saw a small stream of blood start to fall by his ear.

“I was going to prepare myself a midnight snack with my coffee, but it seems I already found one ready for a taste test,” he licked the back of his fangs.

“At this hour??” It was well past midnight by now, and caffeine was the last thing you’d recommend anyone at this time. 

You felt his breath on your ear before he inhaled your scent. It was comforting to him as much as it was intoxicating to his senses.

He sighed, “____… I can’t get you out of my mind, no matter what I do.”

His arms circled around your waist, pulling you away from the countertop and flush against him, instead. All sorts of alarms were going off in your mind despite the drowsiness, with your instincts telling you to push him off.

“But then, you started avoiding me. And then… Sebastian and Mozart and even Dazai took you away from me,” he sniffled.

You pushed him off gently but still within his arms, as you stared at his face. There was a pink dust across his cheeks and a redness in the corners of his eyes.

“Arthur, are you… drunk?”

His frown flipped into a grin as he nuzzled his nose into your disheveled hair.

“Oh, don’t be silly, dear. I may have been out drinking, but I can bloody well hold my liquor. Theo can vouch for me on that.”

(a/n: no, he can’t lmao)

The sight of him in a somewhat vulnerable state, as well as the smell of his cologne, made it hard for you to properly fight him. Plus, you felt bad for crushing a glass cup on his head. Speaking of which…

“Is your head okay?”

“Hm…” He brought a gloved hand to his forehead, feeling a dull pounding in its wake, “I must say, you got me good, even the most daring fools never landed a hit on me yet.”

Just how thick is his skull to endure that?! You were both dazzled and frightened by their realization. 

With one of his arms off of you, you took this chance to escape, but you slid on a shard of glass and would have fallen face first onto the floor had Arthur not pulled you against him and taken the impact of the floor to his own shoulder. He laid on his back, clutching you protectively against his chest. He groaned with pain, but he pushed it aside to check on you first.

“Clumsy tonight, are we, or are you seriously trying to kill me?” He chuckled wryly.

Before you could even blink, you felt your vision do a 180-flip, and you were suddenly beneath him, away from the glass shards that littered the floor. The scent of his cologne flooded your senses again, as he smirked down on you with a drunken lopsided grin.

“I was absolutely livid when I saw Dazai hold your hand. Was that part of your plan, darling? Well, I’ve taken the bait.”

You flinched, your body wide awake to every touch and caress of this man. You bit your lip to avoid playing into his hands. You were still in control of the situation, you thought. His lips descended to your jaw, barely brushing your skin, like he’s testing your limits. Instinctively, you sighed, unaware of the breath you’d been holding.

Ok, maybe you weren’t entirely in control, either.

“Arthur…” You commanded, trying to regain some semblance of control back.

This was not part of your plan, however, and you were quickly losing grip of all reason and logic. You needed to get him off and away from you before you acquiesced to his ministrations.

“But don’t worry, ____. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

He drew back from you, staring down at you with an uncharacteristic tender look. He continued.

“The effect you have on me is not one I’ve felt with any woman I’ve ever encountered before. It’s confusing—maddening, even— and I can’t escape it… because I don’t want to,” he sighed in surrender, “I want you, ___.” 

It was a look of pure love and affection that shone in his eyes. His half-opened shirt invited your gaze to roam his body, and his thick-rimmed glasses framed his features in such an alluring glow that outshone the dimness of the kitchen. His hair looked softer than usual, too. Your hand twitched at the thought of running your fingers through those ash blue locks. Your mind was thrown into a whirlwind with the influx of new information, one that dented your rationality. Your desire to get closer to him wrestled against your impartial stoicism, threatening to crack the armor around the stone gates to your heart.

“Hey Arthur,” you started, twirling a lock of his hair with your hand. It was ever-so-slightly damp; he must’ve bathed in le thermae earlier.

“Yes, ____?”

Damn that seductive voice of his, you shooed away that thought as soon as it entered. You chose to focus on something much more pressing at the moment. 

“We need to get you bandaged up. You’re bleeding terribly from your head.”

~*~

It took a lot of convincing, but Arthur finally acquiesced to your persistent request.

“There, all done,” you stepped back from Arthur, who was sitting hunched over on his bed.

You were both settled in his room with his medical bag open on the desk and his equipment strewn all around. You didn’t exactly know what to do to treat Arthur’s wound, but you insisted on doing it for him… with copious amounts of instructions from him.

“I brought you some fresh coffee and fudge, as an apology.”

“At this hour?” He mimicked your tone from earlier. You rolled your eyes at his childishness.

“And here I am trying to make it up to you, and this is how you show gratitude?”

You huffed indignantly, ready to head out and leave the unappreciative writer to his own devices.

“Hold on, now,” he gripped your wrist before you could fully turn away, “you’re the one who smashed glass on my head, so you owe me a favor.”

“…a favor on top of tending to your wounds and bringing you coffee?”

“Oh, indulge me, won’t you? You did those of your own volition.”

You sigh, “Depends on the request, then.”

“Feed me,” he perked up with no hesitation or embarrassment in his tone.

You wanted to turn him down, to tease him about his child-like excitement, but you couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes. Those eyes held a very powerful hold over you though you blame it on your own tiredness outweighing your better judgment.

“Alright…” You moved aside his things to sit next to him, leaning towards the table to drag the tray closer to yourself.

“Open wide, you incorrigible baby.”

#where does that put their relationship? #no idea! #what I do know is that Arthur is a happy baby #congratulations MC you played yourself #MC's plan backfires #accomplice dazai did his job #note: MC promised to help him build his chicken army in return #ikevamp arthur x mc #ikemen vampire arthur #arthur week #arthur week day 3 #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp mc #alby one-shots #ikevamp fanfic

[chazukekani]

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Here comes the summary of Code:02 (chapter 2) of Stormbringer. Enjoy!

p.s. Please beware that it was just a summary so some part is skipped.

Recap: The flags were dead.

Adam was walking on the street. He was holding a big bag in front of his body. What's inside were chocolate, hard candy and gummy bear. Adam bought it all for Chuuya because he knew humans need sugar in order to live and to stay happier.

'Good morning!' Adam shouted. He was in a church with a hundred participants. Youth choir was singing hymns and attendants were all wearing black clothings.

It was a funeral, with five coffins placed in the center.

'Chuuya-san, I am here to pick you up,' Adam said.

'Quiet! The funeral is in progress!' Chuuya said impatiently.

'There is some new information about Verlaine,' Adam replied.

Hence, shortly after, Chuuya followed Adam to go somewhere else which was quite far away from the church. Adam asked for Chuuya's permission to override his own command authority. By command authority, Adam explained that this was something written into his system, where he had an order of priority of certain people that he could listen to their commands. The first priority was always following the command of the investigation authority, and the second is Dr. Wollstonecraft. However, Adam wanted Chuuya to be the first priority for now.

Chuuya agreed, and the priority was then alternated, which Adam now called Chuuya as Chuuya-sama. The teen was slightly embarrassed by the new title.

'Can you change the way of how you call me?' asked Chuuya.

'Yes I can. This is just my default,' Adam answered, 'But you will no longer be my first priority.'

'What? That's so annoying. Nevermind then. Don't you have something about Verlaine to tell me?' said Chuuya.

'Yes I do. But may I take a gum before I do that?' Adam said. The robot seemed to like gum very much.

Adam pointed out that Verlaine probably hired a third party to assist him entering Japan. There were only very few illegal smuggling services which were not under the control of the Port Mafia, so it was actually fairly easy to find out which organisation helped Verlaine. Adam said he hacked the database of the police authority, and found the exact personnel who was hired by Verlaine.

'I am glad to know that you can actually do something,' Chuuya mocked.

Apart from hiring people to provide assistance on smuggling, Adam pointed out that Verlaine also asked those people to order three things for him.' The first one is four branches of white birch. Adam explained that there was also a white birch founded in the billiards bar, so he believed that the birch was actually a signature of Verlaine after completing a murder. Hence, there were supposed to have three birches left. Meanwhile, the other two things were entry licences of a car factory and an old fashioned blue colour flip phone.

'I know where he is,' Chuuya acknowledged something, 'Let's go,'

'Where are we going?' Adam asked.

Chuuya didn't answer. He grabbed Adam's final piece of gum, and put it into the mouth. Chuuya blew a bubble from his mouth, and Adam was shocked.

-

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Inside the car factory, there was a teen working. He was grabbed by his manager because he wanted to invite him to have a meal after work. However, the teen was then brought to the meeting room. The teen saw someone.

'Chuuya...' the teen spoke.

'Shirase.' said Chuuya

-

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Chuuya explained himself to Shirase because he knew Shirase was Verlaine's next target. Shirase was the reason why Chuuya joined the Mafia (as recalled from 15 years old). If Shirase was killed, then Chuuya no longer had a reason for staying in the mafia, such that Chuuya could leave with Verlaine.

Chuuya asked Shirase to help him, but Shirase refused because he hated Chuuya, and he did not want to be a bait either. He escaped by riding a bike so Adam and Chuuya chased afterwards. While Shirase was escaping, he was stopped at a police checkpoint.

'Shirase Buichirou! I am going to arrest you for keeping weapons illegally!' A police officer, roughly around his 40s and wearing a dark green outfit, said. Chuuya ran forward because he knew this officer.

'Hey- How are you Chuuya? Did you eat properly?' said the officer, 'You can't grow if you don't eat well.' They chatted as if old friends.

'I suspect you may be the accomplice of Shirase, so please come to the police station with me as well.'

Chuuya suddenly realised that such an arrest was not a coincidence. It was the factory manager who had plotted them.

-

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Adam, Chuuya and Shirase were all in the police station. Apart from Shirase being detained, the rest of two were staying in the investigation room inside the station.

'Chuuya-sama.'

'...'

'Chuuya-sama.'

'what...'

'It's your turn. Our game of '"Discovery of human's uniqueness".'

Chuuya didn't answer.

'Then it's my turn,' Adam said. 'Hmm, I think what's special with humans is, they will be embarrassed by sounds that were made apart from their voice, such as the groans of their stomach.'

'Huh?' Chuuya was confused.

' "Huh" right? Thanks for responding to me,' said Adam.

The game continues.

'Shall we ban gaming next time?' said Chuuya.

'Is this an order?'

'Yes.'

'Understood, I will no longer play the game of "Discovery of human's uniqueness".' Adam answered.

'Why you look super sad...' Chuuya noticed the disappointment on Adam's face.

Chuuya proceeded to ask whether it was possible for Adam to ask for help from his own organisation, but Adam denied this possibility because the EUROPOLE was bound by a regulation of 'non infringing country's sovereignty' when the organisation was founded in the post-war period, so this strategy didn't work.

-

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[Change in perspective] Here was an abandoned area, a piece of land that was forgotten by everyone. Different kinds of garbage was thrown here, regardless of transportation container or corpses. In the middle of this area, was where Dazai lived. He's living in a container, with basic furniture such as a fridge, fan, table, chairs and bed equipped, together with a small light bulb.

Suddenly, someone opened the door of the container.

'You are really living in an interesting place, Dazai-kun,' that person greeted, 'My god, why are you living in this place? To avoid tax or something?'

'I am afraid of you, Verlaine-san,' Dazai replied without a single emotion.

'Lie,' said Verlaine, 'I was trying to kill you two days ago, and you didn't feel anything back then.' Verlaine touched some documents on the desk, and those were the top secret of the mafia.

'Two days ago, I didn't kill you because you promised to give me these documents. I don't think you handed me this because you wanted my spare you right?' said Verlaine.

'It's simple,' Dazai said, 'I just want to see the Mafia burns.'

'Why?'

'I'm fed up,' Dazai looked at Verlaine for a second, 'I found nothing after all,' Dazia then murmured to himself.

'I see, I understand what you mean,' Verlaine, 'thanks for your cooperation, Dazai-kun.'

Verlaine flicked a coin, and boom, it exploded. All the surroundings apart from Dazai's container were blown up and gone, and Verlaine was about to leave

'Where are you going?' Dazai asked.

'You should have known right? To the police station,' Verlaine answered.

-

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Chuuya was called into an investigation room to be questioned by that police officer, his name was Murase. The officer proposed an idea which he could set Shirase free, but in return, Chuuya needed to expose some secrets about the Mafia.

'Are you telling me to betray the Mafia?' said Chuuya.

'Just tell me and I let you and your friend go home,' the police officer was writing his report.

'Give me your pen,' Chuuya said calmly, then wrote 'eat shit' on the signature spot of the report.

-

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Adam was somewhere near Shirase's detention. He hacked into the database of the police authority, and acquired the detaining number of Shirase, and successfully deceived the guards. Adam found Shirase, and was about to bring him away from the police station, but Shirase didn't look happy at all. Adam told Shirase that there was actually no need for him and Chuuya to protect him, but Chuuya wanted to protect him. Adam explained what happened during one year ago and revealed the reason why Chuuya joined the mafia to Shirase because Chuuya wanted to protect him.

Suddenly, when Adam and Shirase were about to leave, the teen said something.

'You... where have your left leg gone?' said Shirase.

Adam realised that the part beneath his left knee was gone, and he immediately fell down.

'Robot investigator is surely a tough job isn't it?' said by a voice.

'Verlaine...'

Adam could not handle the attack from Verlaine because he was using gravity control which made Adam not able to move.

'Don't... don't come near me!' Shirase was horrified.

'Shirase-kun, I have done research on you. You have known Chuuya for the longest in this city. Shirase-kun, please tell me, how was Chuuya when he was a kid?'

'We are... the founding members of The Sheep... and we thought Chuuya was just an orphan. He was the one who spoke to us first: "What's that brick?" Chuuya said that.'

'It was bread, we answered,' Shirase continued, ' "Do you wanna eat that?" I asked, and he said yes. The moment he wanted to move, and fell down and fainted. He was very thin and almost dead by then. Despite there were some members who objected to my idea , I found some food and water for him and brought him back to The Sheep.'

'You are Chuuya's brother right?' Why do you want to kill me? There was no one apart from me saving your brother! Is this how you return your favour?' Shirase yelled at Verlaine, but he didn't say a word.

'I understood, there is no common sense in this world. I am killed because I saved someone. Now, hurry up and kill me,' said Shirase.

Verlaine stepped forward and walked closer to Shirase. Adam calculated, and deduced that there were 168 possibilities, and among all of them, Shirase would be killed either way. It was impossible that the 169th possibility would occur.

Yet, Chuuya was here and kicked Verlaine off horizontally, and that's the 169th possibility.

A fight broke out between the brothers. Chuuya hit Verlaine harshly and violently, which made Adam think it was probably his first time seeing how a person could beat the assassin king that severely. The wall and the surroundings were destroyed by the battle.

'It has been a while since I last saw my blood,' Verlaine's voice sounds dry.

Chuuya aimed for Verlaine's arm, and punched it. He hit the wall as if touching the water surface and broke through it. That was unbelievable, Adam thought. Outside the wall was the car park of the police station, and Chuuya was hit by a car that was coming for him, and there were more cars incoming. Chuuya finally stopped attacking.

'Chuuya! Are you alright!' someone shouted from the back of the car park, it was Murase officer.

'Officer-san...why are you here? Don't come!' Chuuya yelled.

'Finally you are here,' Verlaine whispered.

Verlaine came forward to Murase-officer and grabbed his neck.

'Stop it!' Chuuya shouted, but it was too late. Murase officer was dead. Adam came forward to the body, and found a cross that was made by white birch. Chuuya was holding the body of the officer, and he found something inside the pocket. It was an old-style blue colour flip phone. That was the exact model that Verlaine acquired before he came to Yokohama.

Chuuya realised, the target of Verlaine was always Murase officer, and never was Shirase.

But why?

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Code:02 Ended

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All Dead Ends

Dazai Osamu x Reader x Oda Sakunosuke

Series Summary: While Dazai finally gets over the death of his friend and moves on with his life, he has to watch him unnaturally return into the would, and now he has to watch him turn twisted and into everything he hated in a way.

Chapter Summary: In your search for sniper you find no living records about him, leaving you utterly frustrated, and confused. Your partner gets confused also about this investigation, but not for the same reasons.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of extreme violence, mentions of emotional distress, mentions of illegal activities, and strong language.

Previous Chapter: Chasing the Criminal

Searching through public living records was always a pain, for any case or reason, even when you have full access to all of them, and the ability filtering them. None the less it was still a pain.

But when you just spent hours upon hours of searching through the cities population records to find jack shit did it really start to get fucking annoying.

The best part about this case is that it seems that practically for all intensive purposes that the person you're looking for is literally a ghost, and by all means doesn't currently exist.

And that is how you ended up right where you were right now, face down on your desk, surrounded by miscellaneous papers and paper work, and groaning. Occasionally banging your head on the desk to try to further your thinking.

"Why am I even doing this?" You whined to yourself. But you definantly knew the answer to that question.

Well, you had two definant answers for that question. The first being that it's your job to try to apprehend the man, but the second is that you were intrigued by him and wanted to see him. Why would he waste his time exterminating criminals for moral when he could get paid to do so? Why didn't he just become a hitman with his skills?

"Let me ask you something, who is the worse person? The killer, or the killer that only kills killers?”

His words rang in you head like it was only yesterday, well actually it was only a day ago, but that's not the point. The point is that is words struck a cord with you, because you knew he was kind of right. The killer of the innocent is a thousand times work of the killer of killers, in fact, you would actually probably be thanking the killer of killers if they didn't cause so many other problems for you like public mass murder rumors that the city are shutting down, or investigations at two in the morning. Even though it's not a rumor.

You couldn't get him out of your head, and it wasn't because you were trying to find him. He asked you his question like he already knew the answer, and he was completely brutally honest while being mysterious. I was definantly not your average case. The only average thing about it was Dazai skipping out on his share of the work. Well, that wasn't true he was still cleaning up the murder with the police.

What was this guy made out of anyway? He literally demolished dozens of gunned body guards, and by the look of it wasn't even touched. That did scare you, how precise he was. That shot he took was a very skilled one even though you didn't want to admit it. He probably wouldn't have been seen at all if it wasn't your lucky positioning to see speck through the bullet hole.

The situation made you confused, what was he after? What were his motives? It's clearly not public panic because by all means he could have launched an attack of mass scale already. It's also a little bit weird how he hasn't tried to provoke the port mafia yet, which is something new groups in the city looking for power do.

Was he going on his own self righteous purging to better his ego? highly unlikely because he seemed to actually have a head on his shoulders, but the motives did seem to be some sort of grudge against anyone who associated with child trafficking. It was a completely reasonable grudge and dislike, but it's uncommon for people even to think of that. Was he trafficked when he was a kid? Maybe a friend of his was kidnapped? Either way you spin it this scenario was completely out of the ordinary, and by the tone of the mans voice you could just feel that he was by no means near stopping his rage. You where just trying to figure out what he's going to be targeting next. Or if it's worth or even possible trying to stop him by force.

He was a tad bit smug during your coversation, but the way he displayed it was like it wasn't in his nature to be, like he was trying to cover his true emotion. If he was a smug person definantly would have been bragging in his abilities, yet he never mentioned them, it was almost like he..

"Oh (Y/N), did you miss me?

You didn't even need to remove your forehead to know who was speaking it was Dazai.

"Of course not." You said, but it wasn't actually factual. "Did everything go smoothly?"

"Yes actually, but the same can't be said for you my friend, it seems that you've encountered some sort of mishap in you research." He says this as he simultaneously lifts your forehead from the table by gently lifting your face, only to pull away seconds later after you're now actually facing him. "What could that be?"

"They guy that we're looking for, practically doesn't currently exist. He has no public records with the city that we know of, he's also has no living records, and we don't even know his name."

"Well what do we know for certain?"

"What he looks like for the most part, and that his ability is something to do with movement prediction I think....but I don't know even if that's the case. He also has a moral code for himself I think, which that with in itself is unique. He hate human and child traffickers, and anyone who has anything to do with them."

"Okay. What does this mystery man look like? Ryan Gosling? Levi acker-"

"Okay that's enough listing of people that are famous. And just to start of he's way taller than the both of them, I would say he's about 6'3", he has brown reddish hair that a little messy, but short and still presentable. He also has a decently muscular build. Deep set dark brown eye, that almost seemed emotionless....The guy who who killed the watchman was also the one who caused the incident."

Dazai's cogs in his brain were starting to turn, but they were the painful ones that no one want's to listen too because they sound worse than nails on a chalk board. The cogs of a machine that no one would hopefully want to run again. Why did this man seem so familiar to him? Actually it was a painful reminder of his dead friend Odasaku, but as he said he dead it can't be him, right?

"Is there anything else that may be of interest?" He was hoping that the words from your mouth would shut down his suspicions, but unfortunately it did the opposite."

"The man had no accomplices, and it's honestly a bit unnerving how they could probably stir up this city in an instant yet they chose not to. It's weird."

Dazai thought is was weird too, but for all of the different reasons, and he couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't going to have the out come that he wanted, something that should have stayed in the ground and something that he wanted to stay buried. After that he started to walk out to try to find out what was actually going on, but this wasn't unnoticed by you.

"Hey Daz, where are you going?"

"I'm going to head out, it's late. You should head out too, and home you look tired. Call me if you need anything, I'm going to go grab a drink."

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Day 2 // Kuniatsu

Kunikida and Atsushi’s relationship, a year after getting together.

love languages / enduring “Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away.” -Louis de Bernieres, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin

( @bsd-rarepair-valentines-week) 

(Not sure it fits the prompts that well, but well.)

“Atsushi?”

Atsushi looked up from his paperwork. “Is there something wrong?”

“I’m closing the office.” Kunikida approached to stand next to him, glancing at the files on his desk. “Are you finished?”

“Not yet — I’m checking a few details for tomorrow…” he trailed off as Kunikida scowled.

“You need to wake up early tomorrow. I’ve calculated, you will to be waking up at 5:15.”

“It’s way too early!”

Him and Dazai started the day in surveillance — tailing a suspect in the latest murder case the agency had been asked to help with in the hope of catching their accomplice. And Atsushi did not want to mess this up.

“Unless you go home now.” He checked the time. “To be at full capacity for your case tomorrow morning, you need to start sleeping in exactly 12 minutes.”

“But—”

“You’ll do fine,” Kunikida interrupts, leaning over his shoulder to close the file. “If you get some sleep.”

“…All right.” He smiled sheepishly. “I’ll go to bed.”

Kunikida nodded sharply, and waited for Atsushi to put his things away. They walked back to their shared dorm together, Atsushi’s hand resting at the crook of his elbow.

Precisely 12 minutes later, they were in bed. Atsushi curled himself up against Kunikida, head on his laps, and closed his eyes, willing to let himself drift to sleep.

The older man turned on his lamp and open his book, his fingers running through Atsushi’s hair, scratching his scalp just enough to make him more comfortable.

A soft scratch at the right spot dragged a low, rumble like sound out of him. “I like that,” he mumbled.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” Kunikida asked.

“You made me purr.”

“Tigers don’t purr, they chuff. You chuffed. It was adorable.” He put off his reading light and closed his book. Then, he lied down into bed, pulling himself closer to Atsushi, who immediately grabbed him like a hug pillow.  

“You usually read for longer than that.”  

“As your senior,” Kunikida said, propping himself up on his elbow, “I need to be a good example for you, to make sure you actually sleep. I don’t want to keep you awake; it wouldn’t be professional.”

Unprofessional, as if said senior wasn’t currently sharing a bed with him.  

“You’ve kept me awake plenty of times. Are you…” Atsushi chuckled. “Are you worried?”

“No, I’m not.” Seeing the way Atsushi’s eyebrow almost went over his hairline in disbelief, he elaborated: “I have no reason to.”

Atsushi pushed himself up and kissed Kunikida on the lips. He spluttered a little.  

“Not even a little bit?” Atsushi asked playfully.

Face flushing, Kunikida huffed. “You don’t trust yourself enough, so I have to do it in your place. I know you, and even if your recklessness is the bane of my existence—"

“Wasn’t that Dazai?”

“Yes, it is, actually, Dazai,” he conceded. “But it comes close second!”

“You wouldn’t like me half as much if I wasn’t prone to recklessness?” Atsushi tried.

Kunikida wrinkled his nose. “Maybe.”

It made Atsushi smile. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For trusting me. Now just let me—” He snuggled some more against him, sighed in contentment, and promptly fell asleep.

After wondering how Atsushi could fall asleep so soon after closing his eyes, Kunikida marveled at how calm he felt.  

Loving Atsushi was the most unexpected, yet the easiest thing Kunikida ever did. He had spent a long time denying the strange twist in his stomach every time he thought of him ever existed — because Atsushi didn’t meet 29 of his 58 requirements.

And now there was the calm settling inside him as he listened to Atsushi’s soft breathing, his arms thrown around him, making Kunikida feel warm enough to fall asleep content.

Perfect, he thought. Requirements met or not, this was perfect.  

+

“So—”

Atsushi almost ignored him. “What is it?”

“I saw you and Kunikida leave together yesterday night.”

“How did you— you had already left for an hour!” Atsushi shook his head. “And of course, we left together, we live together.”

“But you never leave work together! He’s having a terrible influence on you. Now you work overtime.”  

“I was only doing overtime because I was worried about today,” Atsushi admitted. ”Kunikida convinced me to stop working.” He shook his head when Dazai gasped loudly, and leaned against the wall. “He made me feel better.”

Dazai wiggled a suggestive eyebrow. “Did he?”

Atsushi rolled his eyes. “Aren’t you a 24 years old man?”

“You’ve changed so much, Atsushi! I can’t tease you anymore — you used to get all red whenever someone brought up you and Kunikida!”

“I’m not blushing anymore because I’m not exactly shy about it anymore. It’s —” he frowned, looking for the right word. “It’s different now.”

And he still wondered, over a year later, why this man had decided he was worth his time — he wasn’t the smartest, most well read, most punctual, most…whatever Kunikida had expected from partner. He was just the brat.

“Different,” Dazai repeated plainly. “Really?”

“Yeah! It’s…comfortable?” He tapped his chin, thinking. “Remember at the beginning? I was always nervous around him because I was so in love with him, and our relationship was really new, and I was thinking about what should I wear, what’s should I say, I was—”

“You were scared,” Dazai completed for him, “of not doing enough.”

Nodding, Atsushi twisted the collar of his coat. “I guess so? And once I wasn’t scared about it anymore, I was scared that my feelings were fading.”

“Couples starting out all over each other and it fades after some time.” He nodded as if he’d come up with the concept himself.

“That’s it. We were just…settling in some kind of normalcy.  and I was worried over nothing.” He laughed awkwardly. “I’m still a bit of a scaredy cat.”

“I don’t think you are,” Dazai said pensively. “You were worried because you care.” He gave him a complicit smile. “Here is a secret: Kunikida was always worried about everything at the beginning too. But Dazai, he’s not going to like that. Dazai, do you think Atsushi would mind? Dazai, tell me if Atsushi likes this kind of flowers! Dazai, Dazai, Dazai—”

Atsushi hid his face behind his hand. “I don’t believe you.”

“I was his resident Atsushi expert. At least, until he figured the formula to make you happy.”

“Dazai—”

“But it’s true! Kunikida is a worrywart.”

“No, Dazai, look! That’s them!”

Dazai peaked from the corner of the street, following his gaze. “You’re right!”

+

Under Kunikida’s paperweight was a little note. Since Atsushi had left before he was awake, he had put it on their table in the morning, and it was covered with his scratchy, barely legible for the average human being handwriting.

“Have a nice day! I’ll see you tonight” it read. He slipped it out from under the paperweight and into his notebook to serve as a page marker.  

The office door opened. “We’re back!” Dazai bellowed, and flounced across the room to end up at Kunikida’s desk. “The police almost didn’t let us go.”

Kunikida’s eyebrow twitched. “What did you do?”

“They just wanted our statements,” Atsushi told him as he walked in behind Dazai. Kunikida kissed him hello, and he noticed the rip in the sleeve of his shirt, just under the shoulder. “He tried to stab me,” Atsushi explained sheepishly.

“He means the criminal,” Dazai clarified when Kunikida’s sharp eyes focused on him.  

“We managed to catch them and gather enough evidence to prove their guilt, and they’re now in police custody. We will give you the report tonight.” Atsushi went on, getting on his tiptoes to straighten Kunikida’s glasses. “They were askew.”

“Did I hear about paperwork? Aaaand that’s where I take my leave,” Dazai announced as he disappeared from their field of vision. “It’s been a long day!”

“Maybe you should wait for tomorrow for the report.” Kunikida looked miffed. “Dazai is bouncing on the walls, he’ll just distract everyone.”

“Are you telling me not to finish my paperwork early?” He smiled cheekily. “Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?”

“See if I’m this lax with you again,” he scoffed. “It was supposed to be a reward for a job well done, but it seems like you don’t need it. I want that report in an hour.”

“Wait no! Please let me do it tomorrow! I was almost stabbed!”

“Fine! Tomorrow night. But don’t tell the others, they will think I’m going soft.”

“They already think that.”

“Tomorrow, lunchtime.”

“UUgh!”  

+

“You don’t have to help me sew my clothes every time something happens.”

“We would have to buy a new one once a week. Besides, I want to help.”

“Thanks but, we wouldn’t —” Atsushi winced at the thought. “I would bribe Akutagawa into fixing it for me.”

They sat at their table; Atsushi’s ripped shirt spread in front of them. Kunikida held the sleeve as Atsushi did the needlework, closing the hole in the cloth.  

“One day Akutagawa will stop taking your bribes.”

Atsushi snorted. “He won’t. He likes me too much for that.” Not that he would ever admit it. “Dazai was pretty happy when Akutagawa started dragging me to his team dinners.” He made a face. “It still feels weird saying it. You should come, sometimes.”

“I don’t think they would want me here.“

“They wouldn’t mind that much; they think you’re okay.” They had no reason to dislike Kunikida. “Oh, also, Dazai told me something about you today and…” He almost dropped his needle. “I’m not sure I really believe him—”

“What did he say, now?”

“He said you would always ask him for advice? About me? When we started dating last year.”

“That man—” Kunikida muttered. “He promised.”  

“You mean it’s true?”

“Be careful with your finger.” With a short movement, Kunikida adjusted the sleeve’s position so Atsushi had easier access. “It’s true,” he ended up confessing. “I’m not sure how to express this.”

“If you throw random words out, I’ll probably be able to take a wild guess?”

“It’s just that I had such a clear idea of who I was going to fall in love with, I already knew who they were, what they were going to like and then—”

“And then it was me.”

“Don’t say it like that,” he scolded, and cut the thread once Atsushi was finished sewing. “But yes, it was you, and you threw a large, occasionally tiger-shaped wrench in my carefully crafted plans.”

The wording made Atsushi laughed. “So you asked Dazai for help?”

“You two are very close! It was a logical decision, if not a little risky. And I made a list in my notebook.”

“Alright now I’m curious about that. Is it about me?”

He tugged on the shirt’s sleeve, testing the strength of Atsushi’s sewing, and acquiesced.

“What does it say?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“You can’t just tell me you wrote in your notebook, about me, and not expect me to ask about it!”

It was a list of things Atsushi liked.

A long, bullet point list of everything that he could use to make Atsushi smile. Back then, he’d thought it necessary, but he knew all the information he’d gathered by heart now. Like the exact spot to scratch in Atsushi’s hair.

He’d started it without realizing it, and by the time he had over dozen entries, he’d wondered how he ever doubted loving Atsushi.

“Your shirt is fixed,” he simply said. “Do you want to try it on to make sure it’s fine?”

It took a second for Atsushi to answer, during which he stared for what seemed like a long time. “You’re really sweet, you know?” he declared, as if he’d guessed what Kunikida was thinking. Then, he pulled the shirt off the table and put it back on, flexing his arm a bit. “It’s perfect, thank you!”

“Just be thankful it wasn’t beyond repair.”

“I’ll try to keep the number of people trying to kill me to a minimum, I promise.”

#bsd #bsdrarepairvday #kuniatsu #nakajima atsushi #kunikida doppo #this is unedited word vomit i'm sorry #just wanted an excuse to write them being casually affectionate

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Aphrodisiac

A Fated Encounter 

Atsushi Nakajima x Christina Avila

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Atsushi was way down on his luck. After arriving a little too late to see the rest of the Agency take care of the little problem (the Port Mafia) that invaded their workspace, he decided he needed to find a way to stay in this place altogether. He absolutely loathed the feeling of being so helpless while the rest of his co-workers took care of all the action that happened during the heated moments. Akiko, Kenji, and Kunikida took care of them with ease, while it made him feel even more of a burden if that were possible. More than that he wanted to prove to these people that he could do something...anything to prove himself a worthy human being capable of fighting his own battles too!

 Breathing out a deep, disappointed sigh he leaned back into his leather bound chair at his own basic cubicle. He glanced down at the small green plastic cover, a small green lamp, and a splayed array of basic work pens with leftovers of unfinished contract papers to unionize himself into the current organization. Atsushi knows he has to finish those papers soon. But after feeling so mentally and emotionally fatigued from today, he decided to push them away and covered his face with the palms of his black fingerless gloved hands. Trying anything to convince himself to think about anything other than the ridiculous amount of paperwork he has to sign to officially become a member. 

“A-ts-u-shi kun~...”

His head instantly perked up and shiny golden irises stared back into the mischievous mahogany eyes of the original shaggy-haired owner, Osamu Dazai. 

After blinking for a moment, Atsushi’s eyes instantly narrowed suspiciously and he let out another groan,” What do you want Dazai-san?”

Dazai’s grin instantly gets wider and more visible as his pearly white teeth come into full view. It was what Atsushi called his, “wolf grin”. And he certainly emulated the perfect,”wolf in sheep’s clothing” impression down to a T. Dazai decided to get closer to his young accomplice and unpredictably spin Atsushi around in his chair to face him and pull him instantly closer to him. Atsushi yelped in surprise upon the contact of Dazai gripping his black chair armrests almost for dear life.

“Since you told me you felt useless because you can’t control your ability it got me to think about something. We actually have a member in our agency that can perfect the way she can control her ability almost down to an art form. Her name is Christina Avila, and she has quite a talent for controlling it as well as befriending people of all backgrounds. She has an amazing sense Atsushi-kun, and I’d love for you to meet her straight away!”

“ Really? “ Atsushi tilted his head in confusion ,” I never met the woman before. How do I know you’re not making this up?”

“Actually,” Kunikida spoke up,”she is quite real. She’s actually our counselor and life advisor here at the Armed Detective Agency. She doesn’t come out often because most missions don’t require her specialization. However, when it comes to high pressure or hostage situations with troubled people, she’s absolutely perfect for the job as a negotiator. Avila-san is very good at getting people to open up, be confident in their ambitions, and help others be the best versions of themselves. ” 

Kunikida smiled fondly before continuing,” I remember when I first met her. The poor young lady was so flustered yet pleasant to me. She did everything possible to help me out with the paperwork Dazai left behind every shift. I can’t be any more grateful to at least have someone JUST as hard-working, responsible, and dedicated as I am.” 

The blond, glasses wearing, pony-tailed man shifted towards Atsushi and replied further,” You’re in good hands Atsushi. I don’t always agree with what this ‘ suicidal maniac’ says often,”

“Hey!” Dazai retorted while puffing his cheeks out childishly.

 “ But in this case he’s right. It would be good for you to make constant appointments with Avila-san. In fact, I’ll contact her right now.”

Kunikida made a beeline for his desk before quickly pressing the red button next to the small intercom he had at his incredibly tidy workspace. The button made a sharp buzzing sound before the speaker turned on instantly.

“Yes?~” A pleasant, high-pitched voice replied over the speaker.

“ Are you free now Avila-san?” Kunikida questioned.

“ I should be on break. Why?” the woman giggled with her last question.

“ Because I have a newcomer for you in your office. His name is Atsushi Nakajima and he’ll need daily appointments to make with you regarding ability control.”

“I’m on it. Send him over!” Christina chirped over the intercom.

As soon as Kunikida lifted his pointer finger off the little red button, Dazai snuck up behind the silver haired boy and pushed Atsushi with both arms all the way over to the other side of the hallway. 

“Wh-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He screeched in a panicked confusion. 

“Helping you get to Miss Chrissy’s office!~” Dazai counteracted nonchalantly, using every bit of his upper arm strength to push the bewildered tiger boy as quick as he can to the closed office at the end of the hall next to where the workers lounge was at.

 As soon as they both reached the end of the hallway, Dazai quickly dashed away yelling a bye and good luck to his unhinged pupil. Atsushi just stared at the door a moment before yelling back obscenities at his mentor for dragging him around like this. He leaned his forehead towards the door with a slight sweat running down his face from potential nervousness and a hint of fatigue. The young man could clearly see the shiny metal plate adorned on the center of the wooden door reading,” Christina Avila, Counselor and Life Specialist” translated in both English and Japanese. Atsushi drew in a quick breath before gently rapping on the door.

He didn’t hear anything at first, so the silver-streaked young man pushed the door slowly open before stuttering out a couple nervous hellos. Atsushi was completely unprepared for the sight before him. In front of him was a very pretty, dark, curly long haired woman in her 20′s. She was wearing a beige sweater with buttons, a low-cut pink top, small pink scarf, purple midi-skirt, with a pink floral headband and rectangular red glasses that further accentuated the features on her freckled, round face. Her hooded eyelids had a luminous pink eyeshadow that went well with the shiny, small, yet plump pink lips that obviously shone with lip gloss. Atsushi could definitely tell she was a natural beauty underneath all that make-up, but even more so when he noticed how her figure was positioned at her work desk. 

Both of her shapely legs were propped up on the top of her work desk, and he could clearly see her dark brown tights that clung deliciously to them with the pink ribboned kitten heels that had small white puffed laces on the back. Christina had the makings of a petite Marilyn Monroe in terms of a voluptuous figure. Large breasts, a small waist, and an equally large derriere with matching thick thighs and hips with her midi skirt barely peeking up the the top of her mid thigh. She didn’t notice him coming in at first. Christina had been preoccupied with using her small white gloved hands to hold a pocket mirror in one hand, and putting on her tinted lip balm in the other.

Atsushi’s eyes widened as she lined her luscious bottom lip with the sweet smelling lip balm. Seeing her doing a basic lip lining act somehow became the most intimate, personal, and indirectly erotic thing he’s ever seen. All the blood rushed to his head, as well as ‘other’ areas too. Feeling oddly uncomfortable seeing her like this, he gulped loudly and pressed his right hand towards his lips, darting his eyes away. 

Christina heard him gulp loudly and jumped a bit in her seat. But as she saw him fidgeting around a bit at the doorway, she giggled at his reaction and beckoned him to come over to her visitors chair with a motion of her hand. Putting away her pocket mirror and lip balm in her desk drawer.

“Come on over my dear, don’t be shy.~” she said sweetly before batting her eyelashes a bit.

‘Dear?’ Atsushi’s head began to spin from being called that and let out an involuntary happy whine that almost sounded like a big cat chirping. He quickly made it over to the chair before sitting awkwardly in the cushion, legs clenched together, palms pressed together and soaked with sweat. For the next minute, he couldn’t speak. Atsushi mentally berated himself for being so silent. That he could only stare at the brown haired beauty queen in front of him for only a few seconds before his dilated golden pupils glued themselves to the floor.

“ I heard all about you, you know? Atsushi Nakajima, the wonder boy of the Armed Detective Agency. Now,” she mused as she went through his personal files on the top of her desk,” I heard you can shape-shift into a tiger am I correct?”

Atsushi couldn’t do anything other than just nod his blushing head silently to her questioning. 

“However, I’ve also had multiple reports from Dazai-san that you can’t quite control your ability yet. He’s done a good job at recommending me though.” Christina stood up for a moment before walking over to the front of her desk and pushing herself to sit on top the desk cross-legged. Making direct contact at him, she bounced her top leg back and forth in a playful manner.

 “ I’m quite the pro at controlling my ability, often to the benefit of others around me. Now, I want you to look at me for a moment, please.”

He slowly looked up at her, a little lost in thought while soaking in her voice. 

“ I think you have a gift Atsushi-kun, and you need to cherish it because it will always be a part of you. Now I’m going to help you embellish this gift of yours because every ability needs to have their own brand of touch and control upon themselves. But I’ll need your help too. You need to help me push yourself further than just controlling the were-tiger. You need to also master the stages of your ability, and make it your own masterpiece. Treat your ability lovingly, like an art form, and you have the entirety of life at your fingertips. I know you can do it Atsushi-kun. What do you say?” She persuaded in an impassioned manner, a smile tugging at her lips mirthfully.

Atsushi’s eyes widened again, this time with a strong emotion. Determined to shine through and somehow make this lovely lady in front of him proud. After a good few seconds, his mouth twitched into a lop-sided smile complimenting the current dark blush on his cheeks. His eyes softened and became half-lidded with a sparkle uncommon to his features. 

“Sure.” his voice wavering into a softened tenor tone.

“Good! Let’s meet up again same time tomorrow, and I’ll get you started on lesson one for ability control!” Christina gently patted his right shoulder and gave a quick flirty wink before walking out of her office with a saunter in her step. 

The silver haired boy turned over in his chair watching her walk away before murmuring in an enamored manner,” I can’t wait...Avila-senpai.”

Dazai overheard in the hallway before giving a knowing smirk, proud of what he’s accomplished in getting these two together. He flips a yen coin in an absent minded manner and kept whistling a nonsensical tune until he disappeared from sight.

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(I wanted to do a ‘how they first met’ story so badly for me and my f/o and I’m so glad I finished it all in one night! Hope you guys enjoy it! - The Pink Prophet🌹✨)

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[cyannawine]

Fifteen Translation: phase.01 (1/6)

The man was troubled.

At any rate, he was troubled.

Staring at the documents, smoking, standing up from his chair to stretch, looking at the swarm of things pasted on the wall, groaning like a cow about to die, and going right back to staring at the documents.

The meaningless geometry diagrams in front of him flickered in and out of focus.

“This is… futile, isn’t it…”

He had black hair that was smoothed back, and had on a worn white shirt. He wore sandals with a hole in the front. There was a stethoscope around his neck. And there were bags under his eyes.

No matter how you look at it, that man was obviously a doctor.

To add in passing, that was a messy clinic far from the city centre. There were the stethoscope, medical records, and technical books on the bookshelf. On the wall in front of the table, there was an x-ray film illuminator.

This was exactly like a doctor’s office; the man was exactly like a doctor.

But the man wasn't a doctor, and that place wasn't a clinic either.

It was the furthest thing away from a hospital.

“The payment for the smuggled guns has already been overdue for two weeks. This will soon result in the subordinates fighting the enemies with kitchen knives – what a predicament. That’s not all. The city police have also already been dispatched three times this month. The members in the lowest rungs are unable to control the situation any longer,” the man said as he looked at the bundle of documents.

The man’s name is Mori Ougai.

He’s the boss of the powerful criminal organisation, the Port Mafia. Furthermore, he was just an instructor for the new recruits before taking the position of the boss just a year ago.

“Cancellation of the protection business. Intensification of conflicts with other organisations. Losing territories. How troubling… there have been so many problems ever since I became the boss a year ago. To think that being in the top position would be so troublesome... could it be that I’m not suited for this job? What do you think, Dazai-kun? Are you listening to me?”

“I am listening not.”*

“Which is it?”

The person who answered Mori Ougai’s question is a boy sitting on the nearby medical examination stool.

He had unkempt black hair and white bandages on his forehead.

An oversized black coat was draped over the skinny, small boy.

Dazai Osamu, aged 15.

“Because Mori-san’s always talking about boring things!” Dazai said as he played with medical bottles. “At this point, you’re almost chanting a sutra. I have no money, I have no information, my subordinates have no trust in me. Even though you should have known all that from the start.”

“That’s true…” Mori scratched his head in a troubled manner before suddenly saying, “by the way, Dazai-kun, why are you mixing the high blood pressure medicine with the low blood pressure medicine?”

“Huh? I’m wondering if something amazing would happen and cause me to die easily if I mix and drink them.”

“You can’t die!” Mori snatched the bottles away violently. “Seriously, how did you even open the cabinet?”

“No, no, I want to die!” Dazai flapped his arms. “It’s boring so I want to die! As much as possible, I want to die painlessly and simply! Mori-san, do something!”

“If you be an obedient and good child, I’ll tell you the prescription sometime.”

“You lie! You say that, but you’ll just order me around and let me hold on to that troublesome thought without telling me anything for a year! If it’s going to be like that, I’ll betray you and join an enemy organisation!”

“You’re a good boy, so stop saying such irresponsible things. If you do something like betray me, you won’t be able to die painlessly.” Mori could only smile bitterly.

“Ahh… this is so boring. How is this world so boring.”

Dazai swung his skinny legs from his position on the stool.

Dazai was not Mori’s subordinate. He was not even in the Mafia. Of course, he also wasn't an illegitimate child, an orphan that was picked up or a medical assistant. There wasn’t a word in existence that could describe the relationship between Mori and Dazai.

To use words already in existence, that would have to be fated collaboration.

“In the first place, Dazai-kun,” Mori said with a sigh, “you were the only one there when I inherited the previous boss’ position. In other words, you’re the witness to the boss’ last words. It would be troublesome if you were to die so easily.”

The reason behind the two of them becoming a fated collaboration occurred a year ago. Mori, who was the previous boss’ personal doctor, and Dazai, who was a patient that had failed to commit suicide, conspired to carry out a secret operation.

The assassination of the previous boss of the Port Mafia.

And the forgery of the will.

“We didn't achieve our aim, huh,” Dazai said in a strangely clear voice.

“What about?”

“Even though choosing a patient who failed to commit suicide as your accomplice was such a good choice. Even after a year has passed, I am still living like this. Thanks to you, this uneasy feeling never disappears.”

For a moment, it felt like Mori’s insides were drenched with cold water.

“… What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. The uneasiness I’m talking about is the uneasiness of not knowing whether the assassination plot was leaked.”

As usual, it was impossible to read Dazai’s emotions from his expression. It was as calm as the surface of a frozen lake.

“What do you mean by we didn't achieve our aim?” Mori frowned as if he were scolding someone. “We definitely did. You and me, didn't we execute the mission perfectly? One year ago. Though it was troublesome, so I don't want to do it ever again.”

“The mission wasn't completed,” Dazai said with cold eyes. “The mission can only first be called a success after we seal the mouths of those who were involved in the assassination and forgery of the will. Right?”

Mori’s insides rippled violently.

“You…”

Dazai’s gaze pierced Mori calmly. It was like a body scanner that scanned the insides of a human body.

“With regard to that, I was the perfect choice as an accomplice. After all, no one would suspect me. After you became the boss with my testimony… even if I achieve my goal of committing suicide…”

The doctor and boy exchanged silent glances in that short moment. It was as if the death god and devil were glaring at each other, filling the room with miasma.

In Mori’s mind, there was a word that kept echoing in his head like an alarm.

Miscalculated.

You miscalculated.

You misinterpreted the optimal solution.

You shouldn't have chosen this boy to be your accomplice.

Dazai couldn’t possibly know what it was like at the bottom. The boy would sometimes show him the sharpness of a nightmarish thought. He was observant. He had an intelligence that has yet to be seen in the den of devils that is the Mafia.

“… Just kidding. It’s fun to say such irresponsible things and worry a great person. It’s my recent entertainment,” Dazai said as he suddenly reverted back to his absent-minded expression.

Mori watched Dazai silently.

Just when Mori thought about that sharpness Dazai possessed, Dazai immediately erased all signs of his intelligence. It was as if smoke was surrounding that incomprehensible suicidal maniac with unclear motives and who seemed as if he had seen through everything to the end.

Even though he hadn’t even thought about it before he became the boss, Dazai’s words and actions reminded him of a certain person.

“I know someone who’s similar to you,” Mori said without thought.

“Who?”

Dazai tilted his head, and Mori smiled slightly without answering him.

“Anyway, stop teasing adults. Me silencing you? There’s no way I’d do that. First, if I had wanted to do that, I would have done it a long time ago. It’s easier than breathing. And how many times do you think I have stopped your suicides in the past year? That’s really troublesome, you know. Once, it even seemed like I was a hero in a movie when I had to dismantle the bomb under your chair, right?”

He couldn't let Dazai die.

Why? That was because if that were to happen, those from the previous generation who still held power would surely cause a scene and say, “as expected, the succession was a just a ruse.”

On the contrary, those who call themselves ‘the previous generation team’ actually stopped two attempts on Mori’s life that year. Of course, even though the traitors were executed, it was impossible to imagine just how many there were from the previous generation team that did not support Mori.

That was why Dazai couldn't die.

*What Dazai says is kiitemasun, where masun is an evasive sort of reply to avoid giving a proper answer as it can be taken as yes or no. It’s considered a type of slang.

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#bungou stray dogs #Nakahara Chuuya #Dazai Osamu #soukoku #light novel translation #fifteen

[drink-n-watch]

This was a long episode. Technically or rather literally. The story completely dispensed of the OP and went on right through the credits to the very last available second. At witch time, I could have sworn only 10 minutes had passed.

It’s too early to call anything but a quarter of the season in and I have thoroughly enjoyed every single episode. Looking forward to seeing where this goes.

wait what???

I guess someone out there heard me, cause we got one more episode out of this mini arc and if I had to describe it, I would say it was graceful.

  I don’t mean that visually, although half the episode was taken up by yet another dynamic fight scene which was beautifully animated and fun to watch. It’s too bad we didn’t get to know Rimbaud just a bit better. His ability to create and control a pocket universe (and raise the dead within it) seems quite interesting if a little inconveniently powerful from a narrative standpoint.

Even in this episode. they had to resort to some wonky friendship magic or something to bring Rimbaud down. I didn’t mind much though. There were lots of pretty colors and wild movement, that was plenty to keep me distracted!

I could practically hear the squeals

What I mean by graceful is that the narrative did a great job wrapping up just enough plot threads to feel satisfying while letting a few more go to keep us interested and not overwhelm the episode. It was very well done, swiftly aced yet clear. And aside from the above-pictured questionable power exchange and SPOILERS SPOILERS:

Rimbaud’s very dramatically timely death, END OF SPOILERS

Everything was actually explained away logically and simply. I kept wondering how they would make the rather loyal and surprisingly sentimental Chuuya join the Port Mafia. Well of course the Sheep would eventually turn on him. Not to mention that Chuuya is in many ways rather naive and just plain inexperienced, a man like Mori could have him wrapped around his little finger in no time.

he’s pretty strong as an Aragami as well

Without the need for any real explanation or exposition, Chuuya’s character fell right into place in a way that’s perfectly consistent with the teenager we’ve gotten to know in the past few weeks and the man he will become.

Then there’s the foundings of the Port Mafia. This was delicate. Once again, the organization has to live up to what we’ve come to know in the past two seasons. Or rather, Mori has to. As a character, Mori isn’t all that present or deeply developed but he still embodies the Port Mafia. Violent but not senselessly so. Oddly civilized yet undoubtedly menacing. Calculating and ruthless but also joyful and respectful.

The leader of the Port Mafia we got to know just a little better is a man wholly devoted. To his role, to his team and to his city. A man who’s morals may be shaky and who’s means are often brutal but who’s goals and ends are both selfless and reasonable. Again, this just makes sense.

please go ahead

In many ways this episode mostly served to backfill the Port Mafia and its members. A major element in the story that had been left relatively underdeveloped for two seasons (and a movie). But this was done in such a skillful way that it never felt like a belated expo dump.

Not only was the episode able to give us new and surprising information on well known characters or show us less known ones in a completely different light, it was able to do so while remaining completely true to the established canon and personifications. This is a lot more difficult than it sounds and very few stories I’ve read or seen have managed it this smoothly.

there were a few bumps in the road

Moreover, all these delicious bits of background and world building weren’t simply dropped in our laps they were naturally sprinkles through a fast paced and action filled plot thread of betrayal and rebirth.

I must say, seeing a wounded and incapacitated Chuuya cringing in pain and then only the distant sounds of gunshots was an impressively poignant moment for me. They didn’t show us the massacre which was a smart move but when you stop and think about it for a second, it once more reminds you who Dazai is. And Dazai is terrifying.

At the very beginning of the season, Mori told his young protegee that they were a lot alike. I think this is very true. Except I don’t think Dazai is as much of an idealist. Can you imagine Mori not restrained by his sense of duty and discipline. Well that’s who Dazai is deep down. Or at least that who he was.

what? what would happen?

It’s possible that the loss of Oda did change Dazai considerably. It’s also possible that it merely gave him an excuse to move on from a situation that was getting a bit boring to him. Bungo Stray Dogs has highlighted Dazai’s less honorable traits in the past. However in this season 3 opening arc, it seems as though the series is going out of it’s way to remind us not to trust the guy. This intrigues me.

As happy as I am to have discovered the roots of Chuuya and Dazai’s partnership, what I have always been curious about is what exactly happened between Dazai and Akutagawa. I know they had a mentor, mentee thing going but their relationship is just weird. It’s not like Akutagawa is obsessive with anyone else. Every time we’ve seen flashbacks of them together, Dazai is particularly cruel. I have a feeling things got…dark…

yeah

This time I’m pretty sure we’ve come to the end of this walk down memory lane. It’s odd that learning Chuuya is some type of ancient demon god was considerably less impactful than learning he is wracked with guilt over his failings as a leader.

And then the episode did something mean. It brought back, just for a minute mind you, Sakaguchi Ango. I have a love/hate relationship with this guy. I hate him but he’s part of the stories I love. Apparently, we got to learn all of this as Ango was recording it for the Special Ability Department. We had learned earlier that Rimbaud was a western spy who came with an accomplice. He thought that accomplice was dead but in the last seconds, Ango reveals that this person was still alive and ended up getting recruited into the mafia by Chuuya years later.

And apparently that is a story for another time….which means I nw have to go out and buy a light novel. I don’t even know what it’s called. It might not exist. Curse you Ango!

you heard me!!!

I took a bazillion screencaps. And tomorrow is Demon Slayer so that’s not going to be any better. Is there a screencap rehab I can go to?

Bungo Stray Dogs 3 – 3 : Get Ango This was a long episode. Technically or rather literally. The story completely dispensed of the OP and went on right through the credits to the very last available second.

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