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The Mafioso's Runaway [2023]|Ch.1|Whiskey

i forgot to post ch.1 officially on here... this is on A03 as well >:D enjoy! [pt.2] Reader's Ability: Silent Ocean - the ability to manipulate water of any form/temperature (from freezing to boiling), so long as a water source is nearby - user can manipulate their own tears if a water source is not available, can lead to exhaustion

I’m tired…

I just want whiskey to wash away today. That’d be nice.

Maybe a cigarette too, if I feel like it.

Oda turned the corner to an alleyway, his footsteps taking him to a small side door with a neon sign over it:

LUPIN

It was labeled underneath with a smirking western-looking man, wearing a top hat and a monocle. The mustache on the character’s face is slightly tilted up to follow the smirk on his face. Oda looked up at the sign for a second, before sighing. He ran a calloused hand through his hair, opening the door.

Behind this door was an underground bar, one that wasn’t very popular. It was the kind of place where the only noise you could hear was the barkeep tidying around, light jazz in the background, and on occasion the small conversation in one of the booths. To put it simply: it was the perfect place for Oda on the nights that he felt like he couldn’t find himself going home just yet. He’d sit there, either alone or with a fellow bandaged friend alongside him just to drink away his worries.

As he placed his coat on one of the side hooks, he walked down the stairs to be met with a familiar face: one that he thought wouldn’t be behind the bar.

“ You’re not the same barkeep from before,” Oda said simply, plopping himself down on a chair.

Behind the bar counter was (Y/N) (L/N), a fellow low-level handyman just like him. They were wearing a white button-up with a couple of buttons open at the top, high-waisted pants with a thick waistband that was buttoned at their stomach, and lastly, white gloves to keep their hands clean.

(Y/N) had been in the Mafia for just a year, doing easy work and keeping low. Oda would normally question it, but everyone had their reasons for joining the Mafia: getting certain people off your back, money, protection… so on. They’d met each other in passing, sometimes drinking at this very bar, or having a job together. (Y/N) was a close friend, and someone that Oda knew he could rely on if he needed, so seeing them was a pleasant surprise.

(Y/N) was standing behind the bar with the whiskey bottle already open, as they were preparing his glass. It seems as though they’d already known he was coming.

“ Old barkeep died,” they shrugged,” The Mafia bought out the bar, and they needed someone to manage it, so I got transferred here.”

“ That’s unfortunate. Say, how did you know I was going to be here?” Oda put his elbow on the counter, leaning on his hand. (Y/N) slid a glass of whiskey with a ball of ice in it.

“ I didn’t actually,” they shrugged, walking over to him,” I just noticed your footsteps, so I already got the whiskey out… I also had a feeling that you’d meet me here eventually. Sorry if the drinks won’t be tasting the same.”

“ Whiskey’s just a hard liquor,” the redhead looked down at the glass,” Don’t sweat it. I doubt pouring whiskey in a glass is hard.”

(Y/N) scoffed,” Beats me, it could taste like shit just because I poured it wrong. Just… don’t ask me to mix anything.”

“ You shouldn’t have given me the idea. Maybe I will, just to throw you off,” he put his lips to the brim of the glass.

(Y/N) frowned in response, before rolling their eyes and bottling up the whiskey bottle. They’d placed it down on one of the shelves behind them, but as they pulled away they felt a mat of dust brush their gloved finger. They scrunched their eyebrows together in a pout as they realized that they probably had to clean the shelves as well.

Ignoring that thought, they turned around again, taking a stool that was folding up on the side, and unfolding it. They sat facing Oda, crossing their hands together to place their head over their hands.

“ Anyways, what brings you here?” they asked.

“ Just wanted a drink, I guess,” Oda answered looking over at them,” Though, I have a feeling I’ll meet someone here?”

“ Oh?,” (Y/N) smirked,” So it’s not just me you’re gonna see tonight.”

“ I got some unusual friends. You’ve probably heard of this guy before. He’s an exec.”

“ Wow, Oda Sakunosuke… friends with an executive,” they tilted their head and shrugged,” Why am I not surprised that you have such unusual friends, for an unusual person just like yourself?”

“ Probably because you’re just as unusual. I mean, after all, you’re from-,” (Y/N) held up a hand interrupting him.

“ Let’s not get into that today…,” they gently pleaded.

“ Sorry,” he dipped his head in a light apology.

“ Don’t worry about it,” feeling the awkward tension, they broke the silence,” Hm… let me guess which executives and I get three tries. If I get it right, you gotta buy me a drink.”

Oda took another sip of his drink before nodding,” Alright, hit me.”

“ Alright then! My first guess: Chuuya, the gravity manipulator. He’s pretty friendly.”

“ Nope.”

“ Damn… would’ve thought it was him, but now that I think about it, you don’t seem like the type to attract people like him. Ok… let me think.”

(Y/N) leaned back, putting a hand on their chin as they thought for a second… It wouldn’t be a woman because Oda said ‘he’…

… and Oda wouldn’t be the one to attract flashy types. They widened their eyes.

“ No way…”

“ Did you come to a conclusion,” Oda raised a brow, knowing that they probably found out the answer.

“ You’re friends with Mori’s kid?!,” They slammed their hands on the side of the counter, standing up in shock.

“Mori’s kid” was a term that a lot of the lower ranks used when referring to Dazai Osamu, the youngest executive in Port Mafia’s history, not to mention the “Demon Prodigy". People knew that they weren’t related in any way, but many had given him the nickname due to him being so close to the boss. A lot had assumed that Dazai never knew of that nickname, but he definitely did, and Oda knew that it was a name that Dazai disliked rather heavily.

“ Jeez… I really hate that title, you know,” a voice and a pair of footsteps interrupted the conversation. There was Dazai, in the flesh, walking down the stairs with his hands in his pocket. His long black coat was hung up on one of the hooks near the door.

(Y/N) felt themselves tense up, as they had just flat-out disrespected an executive, though, not with any malicious intent. Quickly, before they felt like their life was about to end, they smacked their head into the bar counter in a bow,” Sorry sir…! I didn’t mean to disrespect you like that, I apologize.”

Dazai took his seat next to Oda,” Don’t worry about it. We’re off duty, so I don’t really care too much, but just call me Dazai.”

(Y/N) stood back up straight, forehead now having a small red mark. They slightly rubbed it before introducing themselves,” Apologies. I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you.” The brunette nodded in response before greeting Oda. He didn’t want to admit it, Dazai felt his chest tighten as he witnessed their face: they were strangely… beautiful. Maybe it was the way that they looked slightly disheveled and laid-back due to the relaxed nature of the bar… or maybe it was just that they looked nice in their current outfit. Either way, Dazai couldn’t help but let himself speak aloud without thinking.

“ You’re really pretty…,” he mumbled under his breath, but still loud enough for them to hear.

“ Huh…?,” (Y/N) raised a brow, adjusting their collar, as it got messed up when they were bowing.

“ I’ll have whiskey,” Dazai pretended like he was repeating himself, confusing (Y/N) even more. Oda watched silently as they tried to think to themselves whether they heard wrong or if they were just becoming hard of hearing. He gently kicked the boy in the shin, making Dazai wince slightly and frown at the redhead. They shook their head and nodded, taking a glass out from a cupboard below the counter. However, this time, instead of walking back and forth to grab the whiskey and bring it back to the shelf, they snapped their fingers.

Dazai watched as a portion of the whiskey pushed the cork out of the bottle. The cork gently popped and fell onto the shelf. The whiskey balled itself together before moving over to (Y/N)’s side. (Y/N) twirled one of their fingers in the air, making the ball circle around itself before it started to split into somewhat of a donut shape. Their other hand pulled out a square ice cube from a freezer underneath. They snapped again, and the cube seemed to shape itself into a dimensional circle.

The brunette looked over to Oda, seeing if the man reacted. However, to no avail, not only because he usually never showed much expression on his face, but also because he was familiar with their ability. (Y/N) motioned the whiskey over the glass as it started to pour itself. Dazai’s eyes seemed interested, as he watched in silence.

Soon enough, another pair of footsteps were heard.

“ Neat party, trick, huh?”

It was Ango, he was wearing his usual suit and had a bag slung over his shoulder. He took his seat on the other side of Dazai and placed the bag on his side.

“ Oh, Ango!,” (Y/N) smiled, gently sliding the glass over to Dazai, who didn’t actually catch it, as he was too enamored by their grace. Oda compensated for him, stopping the glass and pushing it in front of the brunette.

“ Heard through the grapevine that the bar got bought out by the Mafia. I just wanted to see if it changed, if so it would’ve been a shame, but I’m glad to see that you’re managing it. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to try and find another quiet bar,” Ango smiled up at them gently,” I’ll get whiskey too.”

(Y/N) continued to prepare another glass, and for the first time since he’d gotten there, Dazai finally blinked,” Wait… Do you know them too?”

“ Yup,” Ango got comfortable in his seat, slightly shuffling,” (Y/N) protected me one time by coincidence. I ended up being caught in the crossfire of a shootout, and they so happened to be nearby and protected me with their ability. I almost got shot in the head, I’m grateful to them for saving my life.”

They blushed, looking off to the side, letting the glass fill up with whiskey,” Oh, shut up. You make me sound like such a hero.”

“ Ah, I get it now!,” Dazai nodded, proud of himself,” Water manipulation, right?”

(Y/N) nodded, putting the glass on the counter and sliding it to Ango this time,” Indeed. I just happened to get lazy because I just put the whiskey bottle on the shelf, so I just used my ability.”

“ I’d say you were just bragging,” Oda spoke up, taking another sip before pulling away from his glass. Dazai went silent again, as he watched the other three talk amongst themselves.

They rolled their eyes with a smile,” You’re being such a tease today, Oda. I wonder what caused this. I missed the sweet tired man who just takes care of orphans.”

He tilted his head,” I’m always like this.”

“ Really…? Show me your agitated face then, will you?” Ango looked past Dazai with a curious gaze.

The four fell silent for a moment as they watched Oda. He looked just the same. Same old tired, deadpan expression.

“ Eh…?,” (Y/N) frowned,” What’s that?”

“ I’m doing it right now.”

They chuckled in response,” You’re funny.”

“ What do you mean, I’m doing what you asked me to.”

“ See, this is why no one takes you seriously,” Ango frowned from the other side,” You only keep one expression and tone, so nobody actually knows what you’re thinking.”

“ I agree, but to be honest, Oda wouldn’t be Oda if he was full of expression,” (Y/N) replied.

“ I guess you’re right,” the man in glasses shrugged, finally taking a sip of his glass.

It went quiet again, up until a familiar calico cat purred, hopping onto a corner stool and meowing. “ Oh,” (Y/N)’s attention was on the cat now,” I gotta go feed the cat. I’ll be back.” They walked to the side, opening a door that read “Staff Only”.

“ Say, Oda,” Dazai finally spoke up, turning over to the redhead,” How do you know, (Y/N)?”

“ We were coworkers,” he answered,” Worked a couple of jobs together… we’ve gone drinking at this bar too before it got bought out, just like how I started taking you here.”

“Low-level runt work for such a hardy ability,” Dazai smirked,” That’s quite interesting… Usually, people like that would go up the ranks. I wonder where they came from.” Oda only shrugged. He knew of their past, as he’d gotten close to them, but he knew it was a secret that they only shared with certain people. Even Ango didn’t know where they came from.

Dazai crossed his arms,” Anyways, I’m a little bit disappointed that you didn’t introduce them to me sooner. They’re really attractive, I would’ve loved to commit a lovely double suicide with someone like that.”

Not knowing what to say, Oda could only say something that sounded entirely wrong,” As determined as ever.”

Dazai smiled, raising his glass in his hand,” You know me.”

“ Don’t let him stay stuff like that, Odasaku…,” Ango cringed a little bit.

Soon enough, (Y/N) popped back out with an open dish with cat food in it. They placed the dish again in front of the cat, and it looked over at the food before taking a bite. Their other hand had a tin can in it with a crab logo: one that Dazai was familiar with.

“ Hey, you have canned crab,” Dazai questioned, peering over to see if his vision was right.

“ I do,” they answered,” You must like crab, don’t you, Dazai?”

“ What makes you say that?”

“ You’re practically leaned over the counter…,” they giggled, making Dazai blush,” Don’t worry, I’ll go get you one. I don’t feed it to the cat because I know it’s not really good for him, but every now and then I leave a piece in his bowl.”

Dazai smiled, sitting back down in his seat, now kicking his feet. He felt something bump within his chest as he spoke to them. “ You’re painfully obvious,” Ango dismissed Dazai.

“ Is there anything wrong with that?,” Dazai shrugged,” Just seems like life is getting a little bit more interesting for me.”

Ango only hummed in response, as (Y/N) came back in the room, with a can, putting it in front of Dazai. He silently thanked them, once again, getting stiff in the back. From Ango’s eyes, he’s never seen him sit so nicely, as Dazai was always hunched over.

“ Hey, Oda,” the redhead looked up at them with a hum. (Y/N) smiled,” I’d say I’ve won my drink now. You, gonna buy it for me?” Oda placed down a note on the table, and they grabbed it with a smile before making themselves a glass.

“ Here, cheers,” they raised their glass to Dazai and Ango, Oda soon followed.

“ For what now, exactly,” Ango asked, Dazai still hadn’t moved.

“ Hm…,” (Y/N) tilted their head before raising the glass high,” To anything really. Like that time I saved Ango, maybe to me getting transferred here…”

Dazai listened to them ramble. It sounded like a random bunch of gibberish, but strangely nice to his ears. He didn’t feel bored anymore. Though, yes, being around his friends made him feel less bored, he felt… more… excited. As if being here at this bar was some sort of epiphany.

“ Dazai? What’s up?” they snapped him out of his thoughts. He shook his head before clearing his throat.

He’s deep in it now, Ango thought from the side.

“ How about that the four of us are here at this moment in time?,” he asked,” You know, I don’t get to see any of you like this at all. You don’t get to enjoy moments like these quite often in the Mafia. Not to mention, it’s my first time meeting you, (Y/N) so that in itself could be a toast too.”

“ So a toast to a coincidence?” Oda asked. Dazai raised his glass, and so did Ango.

“ Yeah, I guess so,” he shrugged.

Dazai raised his glass higher, as the four of them clinked theirs together. The noise of the glass was rather satisfying until it went silent once again.

A cheers to a coincidence.

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