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Akutagawa and Chuuya had been sent out by Mori to investigate a rogue gang that had been messing around in Port Mafia territory. They were just outside the location when Akutagawa smelt a distinct and strong scent in the air. “Blood.” He said coldly, “Lots of it.” He turned his head towards Chuuya who nodded before silently moving forward.

Chuuya caught the odour even stronger the closer he got to the rusting metal door. He kicked it open with a great force almost knocking it right off its hinges. He immediately pinched his nose with two fingers trying to block out the stomach churning stench. The scene turned Chuuya’s stomach.

Mangled corpses. Some torn apart, others beaten beyond recognition. Bullet holes in almost all of them. Blood was splattered everywhere, painting the walls a disgusting sight. It looked like something out of a Saw movie. Random limbs and insides were scattered around the room, decorating it a bloody mess.

“Holy shit. Akutagawa, come here. Now.” Chuuya ordered with a scrunched up nose and a hand clutching his stomach. In all the years he’s been in the Mafia, this was something completely different. Akutagawa walked over also with a scrunched up nose. His eyes widened and jaw hung open but he quickly regained himself.

“What the hell happened here…?”

“No fucking clue.” Chuuya replied. He took out a polaroid of the lead gang member Mori had one of his loyal mafia dogs take. He tried to match it with any of the bodies but many were missing crucial parts and all were distorted and handled by a frighteningly strong someone or something.

“Well, at least our job was done for us.” Chuuya got up and started to walk out. Akutagawa lingered there for a little longer, inspecting the bodies closely to try and see what kind of monster had done this.

Chuuya was barely out of the door when it slammed shut behind him. He whirled around lighting fast and tried the door knob - something he definitely should have done the first time.

Locked.

“HEY AKUTAGAWA! STOP FUCKING AROUND, WE HAVE MORE TO GET DONE!” Chuuya yelled back at him, banging his fist on the door.

He pressed his ear to the door and could hear Akutagawa yelling “RASHOMON!” and other profanities. Then, silence. Chuuya just assumed Akutagawa had found a stray member and took care of them.

“I guess that’s the last of them right? I’m going back to report to the boss.” Chuuya announced, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking away. He turned around. “Whatever you're doing, make it quick alright!” He continued on walking back until he got lazy and just used his ability to half fly half jump back.

On the other side of the door, Akutagawa was held down by two brutes in maid dresses. His mouth was clamped shut with a dagger pressed against his pale throat. His adams apple bobbed up and down trying to swallow the lump of anxiety in his throat.

One of the maids pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The other scolded him by saying that smoking is not something that should be done on the job. The smoking maid sighed and put it out on the mafioso’s cheek, making him wince in pain and squirm underneath their strong grip.

“So, Isou wants us to take this guy back?” The smoker maid asked, snapping one of Akutagawa’s fingers like toothpicks. Akutagawa grunted in excruciating pain. He also noticed how both maids had the same hair colour but not the same style. Their features were similar too. They must be related somehow. Maybe siblings like him and his own sister. The smoking one had longer hair that looked like spider legs at the tips of it while the other had hair more on the short side.

“Yes. Isou and the Supervisor wants to conduct a test on these ‘special ability users’.” Who the fuck is Isou and the supervisor? Another gang? No… it must be a proper organisation for them to be responsible for this bloody mess. Akutagawa thought but he was quickly thrown out of those thoughts when a large knuckle came slamming down on his head. The force crushed his head onto the floor, making blood trail from the side of his head down to join the other pools of red already on the floor. His vision blurred and head throbbed.

“So…alive…Isou…need…experiment”

Akutagawa only caught on to that last word. Experiment? Why did they need him for that? Oh right, they said some Isou or someone wanted to do a test on ability users. That’s him. He’s an ability user. Shit.

He struggled to keep his eyes open while his thoughts scattered across his mind, crashing together like a train wreck. The feeling of him being flung up on someone’s shoulder pulled him right out of his thoughts. Struggling under the tight grip, he made his newly forming headache worsen and his vision began to blur. Thrashing about made his head throb even harder so there was nothing he could do other than go limp and let them take him while he is overcome with the need to slip into unconsciousness.

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Chuuya was impatiently tapping his foot against the smooth cold floor outside the bosses office. He kept checking his watch to see how long it had been since he left Akutagawa on his own at the horrific scene.

45 minutes.

Worry overcoming him, he reached into the deepest pocket of his coat and pulled out his work phone. He flipped it open and tapped in the numbers for Akutagawa’s phone. Pressing enter, he waited as it rang, each passing second he still continued to glance at his watch. When it hit the 1 hour mark, Chuuya was going to take actions into his own hands and try to figure just what the hell is going on with him.

It rang for a little longer before going to voicemail. Shit. He tried again, this time furiously stabbing the numbers on his phone with the pads of his gloved fingertips. Putting the phone back up to his ear, it rang for a shorter amount of time before it was picked up. The voice that spoke didn’t sound anything remotely similar to Akutagawa.

“Hello, Chuuya!!” The voice was a lot higher than Akutagawa’s. It sounded more giddy and squeaky too. But Chuuya knew that this stranger fucker was more than just a stupid voice that was definitely smiling at the moment. They managed to capture the Port Mafia’s most terrifying dog for fucks sake. Chuuya thought about what to say.

“Where. is. he.”

The voice on the other line giggled.

“You mean your little Mafia dog~?”

Chuuya felt the rage bubble up inside him. Was this cheeky fuck teasing him? Teasing a bloody Port Mafia executive?! The only person who has the balls to tease him is that stupid and, quite frankly, ANNOYING suicidal bastard who does nothing but talk of his own demise.

“Cut the crap. You know exactly who I mean. What have you done with him.” The voice was still snickering at him. He could hear some background noise of different voices. He didn’t recognise any until he heard a loud

“GET OFF ME”.

That was him. That was Akutagawa.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM?!”

Chuuya yelled down the phone. From where the guards of the office were standing, it looked like he was about to shove it down his throat.

“Oh nothing~ Just conducting a little…test”

The voice sing-songed which made Chuuya now shake in seething fury.

“If I find out you have so much as touched a hair on his head I will destroy everything you hold dear. Do you understand?”

The opposite line was silent for a bit. Apart from the occasional murmur and mumble. After that moment passed, the voice spoke again.

“Ooh scary! Port Mafia really know how to threaten someone!”

Chuuya scrunched his face in rage while the other line continued to giggle.

“I SWEAR I WILL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER SEE THE LI…”

He was cut off by the abrupt end of the call.

“HEY! HELLO?” Chuuya shouted down the phone but to no avail. The call had been ended by the other line. That voice. He needed to tell Mori.

Deep in his own thoughts, he didn’t notice the slender figure of Kouyou peek through the office door. She opened it slowly as to not startle him but it grabbed his attention.

“The boss is ready to see you now.” She stated, twirling her parasol between her fingers.

“Thanks Ane-san.” He walked in where she had come out of. Mori’s office.