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Mori was working in the infirmary taking care of the injured soldiers who were consistently being rushed inside. The war had ended, but they were in charge of testing new weapons. That was when one of the commanders rushed in carrying two children. They looked to be about 13. With one look you could tell they had been on the streets with their matted hair, torn clothes, and the bodies that looked starved. The soldier carrying them said he had watched them jump into a nearby river together. Yosano came to help the two children, but Mori pushed her away, taking children to his office. If they had no home, he would convince them to join the Mafia.

Satomi, the little girl, had woken up first, although she was a little delirious, she decided not to talk until Shuji, her brother, had woken up. Instead, she sat there staring at the man with dull purple eyes watching his every move. “What is your name?” “How old are you?” “What happened?” were all questions she ignored without a second thought. It was almost like she was lifeless vessel until the little boy had woken up. When he did, he sat up and looked at his surroundings, noticing his sister already awake. “Who are you?” he stared at the man. “Perceptive, aren’t we? My name’s Mori Ougai, but you can call me Mori. Rintaro is also acceptable.”

 “Dazai Osamu and Saki Yamada, we’re both 13” Satomi knew what he was doing, they didn’t know this man at first glance, and he was clearly suspicious. He looked at least a little familiar, but they couldn't take chances. They were trying to escape from the Tsushima family legacy. Although they had loved their family deeply and had a good relationship with their parents, they had abnormal ideals and taking on the port Mafia leadership was one neither wanted. They had also been doing sketchy things behind the scenes while they had political roles. Shuji couldn't care less, but his sister was kind-hearted and couldn't handle watching people suffer.

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It had been about five years, they were 18. Double Blac was out on a mission. Saki was beginning to worry as they were taking longer than usual. All three of the could be considered executives. Chuuya had gotten the honor first, then Dazai who took the youngest executive title. Saki was well known as the Port Mafia’s dog, at least inside the port. To outsiders, Akutagawa, Dazai’s protégé, was the dog. 

She was sitting inside the ballroom of the PM when she heard the old and heavy doors creak open. It was Chuuya who walked in. She didn’t exactly like him, yet she didn’t hate him. It was a mutual friendship. Though she didn’t like how he constantly picked on her brother, he was another person he was able to fall on in case of an emergency. Chuuya was always there when it was needed. She also couldn’t help but tease him with the way he always looked at his current partner. 

“He got hurt when we were on our mission, Boss didn’t want to let him go untreated. It’s not that bad, nothing that mackerel can’t handle.” 

Chuuya saw the worry in the woman's eyes. He lied to her to simply calm her nerves. In reality, the entire mission went to shit. He didn’t understand the bond they had. His best idea of the situation may be the fact they joined together and rose through the ranks. Yet, to him, it was still so unusual how Dazai acted around the woman. It was almost like he was a whole new person. 

Chuuya noticed an odd-looking piece on the ground. A white and lumpy piece of hard rubbery plastic. Satomi was messing with her ability again. “...where did you even get this?” he began. 

“Some kid threw it at me when I was getting coffee grounds this morning,” she replied. Chuuya laughed at her as he claimed that she may have deserved it.

  “yeah, well maybe you dese-” She was ready to blurt something back - Dazai had walked in by chance. Chuuya hadn’t fully realized they were still standing in the ballroom. It was the biggest room of the main Port building. Personally, he hated the empty space. Dazai and Saki however, made it seem roomier. They constantly danced which made it seem more filled than it was. 

Dancing was something the twins did to escape from reality. Being the boss’s right-hand man, getting a break was not very common. Dazai walked over to the music set up. It wasn’t long before music started to play through the speakers. Chuuya knew what was about to happen, so he moved off to the side, standing in front of the doors. Dazai would be distraught if someone else found out about this side of him.

Chuuya watched as Dazai had thrown his black coat onto the floor and he stood somewhere in the middle. Saki did the same. She had a black kimono-like dress, it was long enough to almost touch the floor. A large slit going up the skirt portion to help her move around. She also wore thick black heels.

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Music: beggin’ by maneskin
Dazai stood there as his sister walked towards him slowly as soon as the beat of the music dropped, they started dancing about. To chuuya, they kind of looked like birds flapping their wings as they moved about the floor, but it was oddly unique. Dazai grabbed onto Saki’s hand and twisted her back and forth before they pushed and pulled each other away leading into a twirl. He did a spin himself and as they spun, they intertwined their arms together as he spun her around again. He pulled her in, struck a pose like a baddie, and swayed to the beat. Saki, touched his chest with her palm and spun around, grabbing his hand and they spun into a waltz-like position.

They spun around some more and Saki flipped her hair leading them into another push-pull motion. If you wanted to think about it on a meaningful level, it representing the twins hypocritically trying to get the other to talk when they struggle to do so themselves. Dazai spun her around again, leading their bodies to the beat of the music with poses and sudden movements. Saki kicked her foot back while Dazai kicked his up, almost like an odd looking kick.

To an outsider, it would almost look like they were about to kiss but ruined the moment by pulling away and drifting so Saki could do once again, another spin. It was almost like magic, when Saki went onto her next spin, Dazai kept his distance but twisted with her across the wooden floor matching her movements. They twirled 3 times before strutting their stuff still almost identically. It’s so amazing to see them like this, it almost looks like they had worked on it for ages, but would they have the time to even do something like this without being caught or having free time at all? Was the only thought running through Chuuya’s mind, the rest was blocked by the astonishment of watching his lazy partner dance across the floor so effortlessly. They continued to copy each other moves, freezing for a second where saki put all of her trust into dazai. She leaned back into his hand where he had pushed her back up to where she did her own little solo and Dazai moved in closer. He whipped her into another spin; placing her against his side to where he kept his hand on her waist as they danced and continued to spin. Chuuya was starting to question if they had the capability to get dizzy.

More twirls and another little solo later where saki was reaching out to air they started moving across the wood once more twisting their bodies back and forth. They continued to move as they struck poses here and there. Dazai switched to the other side of saki before she moved in front of him, back into their original place, taking his hand and dancing once more leading to another two spins before they flicked their wrists in the air turning to each other. They spun away and while the music slowed, they slowly moved back in wrapping their arms around each other, continuing to sway to the music. While the music ended and faded away, they turned to face opposite directions and walked a couple feet before the music ended.

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Dazai and Saki immediately dropped themselves to the floor sweating. Chuuya stood there for a few moments, shocked at what he witnessed. He’s seen them dance before of course, but that performance was their best. Unfortunately, he was so impressed that he didn’t hear the footsteps approaching the door he was leaning against, lost his balance and fell forward. Dazai snickered as Akutagawa walked in. He stepped over Chuuya, ignoring him. 

Although he was curious why they were all on the floor he did not want to anger Dazai-San by asking. Saki stood up wiping the dirt off her dress and did a quick spin to get any loose stuff out of her hair. Akutagawa bowed slightly to her, “Saki-San, boss said you had a mission with a couple of the lower members in hope they will rise the ranks. Some sort of training mission I believe.” “Is that so? Well, thank you for telling me.” 

She placed her hand to the side of her face and whispered, “you might want to scurry out of here while Dazai is too tired to get up off of the disgusting floor”, she couldn’t help but giggle when Dazai gave her an annoyed look. He hesitated but took her advice. He had heard that Dazai had failed a mission an hour prior, this meant he wasn’t in a good mood. He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. 

By now, Chuuya had already gotten up and left, probably to take some painkillers for the massive headache he’s going to get from smacking his head off the floor. 

Saki looked over at Dazai - she was worried for him. He was smart, incredibly smart, but something was just off. Maybe it was just his brotherly instincts messing with his head again. He didn’t want the newest people of the Mafia to be the ones to help his sister with her mission The woman walked over to him and squatted down. “Osamu, I promise things are going to be okay, once my mission is over, we can get any food you want!” She watched as he eased up a little. It hurt her to see her brother the way he was. 

Mori-San hasn’t confronted him about the failed mission yet. They had gone through everything together and that included Mori-San’s tortuous teaching methods, the mental experiments, the things he would make her brother do for entertainment. Satomi wasn’t part of it, but she was the one to deal with the aftereffects it had done to Dazai. 

She hated to leave him yet had no choice but to attend her mission. He sat up and hugged her, “be safe…okay Ki?” he whispered. In return, she stood back up and headed towards the door.

 Saki looked around for that mangled golf ball she had before, red-riding-hood must’ve taken it with him. It was used as a good luck charm or a moment.  Dazai was practically begging the universe for his sister's safe return. He unfortunately had bigger things to worry about at the moment. 

The man had gotten to Mori’s office on time to give his official report of. Two knocks to the wooden door of the head office. He carefully made his way to the desk that was quite far back in the room.

“I am sorry Mori-San, the mission you sent me on did not go as planned.” He could feel the bubbling of human tears begin to well up his eyes. The unfamiliar sensation was aggravating. He couldn’t cry and he couldn’t end his life without the fear of death on his mind. Life would not allow him to pass in peace. 

“Well…how disappointing…this unfortunate action calls for a heavy punishment as I am sure you understand” he folded his hands and laid them on his desk as he grinned at the demon prodigy. “Yes sir.” He stood up and Daai followed him to a separate part of the base. 

The horrid place is the dogs were kept. The end game for traitors of the Port Mafia. Ropes were tied tight around his wrists. The woven threads digging into his skin. His mind was fighting the thought of him getting the traitor treatment. 

A vulnerable man, bound by the wrists and chained to the cold concrete floor. The barking of rabid dogs echoed. They were desperate for food; they had most likely been starved. Mori walked outside the room, hands behind his back and an evil smile. Dazai watched at he hit the lever to the cage and the metal gate raised into the air. 

Warning!!! Gore

They charged at Dazai like foxes chasing a rabbit hopping through wooded meadows. Except, he wasn’t a rabbit, he was human. At least his body was. It was no match for the teeth of violent animals. He tried to close his eyes to ignore the fate his body was about to endure. 

Teeth were sunken into the flesh. The bandages were ripped apart to shreds of fabric, nothing salvageable. Skin came off with it. Chunks of his body torn apart from his arms and legs. One lunged for his wait, taking a huge bite. 

Dazai wanted to scream. His body was urging to scream in the pure pain he was going through. Claws causing lacerations. Blood pooling around. The wet and warm liquid soaking into his clothes. The smell of iron filled the air like a toxic gas. 

He was slowly slipping out of consciousness. His torn skin was beginning to grow pale ad he was on the edge of puking from the potent metallic smell. His mouth opened - trying to scream. No sound. Nothing could e heard besides the growling of the dogs munching on the soft and squishy flesh. 

His eye was next. The eye on the right side of his face was ripped out by the sharp claws of the biggest dog who yearned for more. He had an injury there once before; it had caused some partial blindness when he had first joined the port mafia. Mori would inject something into his eye; an experiment he called it. It helped for a little before it spiraled. He covered that eye as it hurt when light entered it. 

It was squished under the dog's paw. Mori came in carrying a sack of fresh meat. Instinctively the dogs followed, leaving the boy alone as he bled. 

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• Summary: dog attack and the loss of an eye

 He woke up back in that stupid medical office. The one where he had ended up countless times. The skin on his body was replaced. The places where his body was eaten away were replaced with someone else's. 

Pain was coursing through his body. He wasn’t going to stay in the medical room, he refused to. He chose to walk the pain off - to go home - even if home was a cold and damn metal container.

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The mission Saki was sent on was simple. When it was referred to as training, it was true. She returned to the Port Mafia’s base, unable to find her brother. There were two places she could check, the boss’s rooms and the container. The container Dazai called home, but that place was no home to her. Dazai knew she hated it there, that she didn’t want to leave him there alone, so she stayed. Some days, she would sleep in Mori’s office as an alternative. 

She chose to check Mori’s first.  “Saki, dear, you know you don’t have to knock! Come in.” The woman walked to the desk and bowed. She asked where Dazai had gone off to. Mori cupped his face with his hands; elbows firmly placed on the desk. 

“I believe he went home to rest! Now, run along and get your paperwork done.” once she was released and out of the office, she ran. She ran faster than her body could handle. Her heels were making loud, high-pitched thuds across the floor. People were staring at her as she ran by but refused to say anything to insult her. 

The kindest yet coldest of the mafia was running as if she was being chased by a pack of rabid wolves. She was praying her brother would not be dead by the time she got there. Chuuya was about to take the elevator up when he saw Saki jumping down the flights of stairs. When she tripped, she ignored it continuing to run. 

She ran through the streets of Yokohama, her blonde hair flowing behind her. Passing through people on the streets, not bothering to look at the people she nearly ran into. 

Dazai managed to get home on his own. His body was aching. He was unable to make it to the torn couch or the mattress that layed on the floor, covered in dirt. He leaned against the cold wall, sliding himself onto the floor. His bandages were still bloodied, and he was hoping his sister would return soon. 

She was there within a half hour. He still sat on the floor, knees up to his chest. The door flew open as it slammed into the metal leaving an indent behind. If she had forced it open harder than she already had, it would have broken through the metal. Saki dropped to the floor and hugged her brother, tight. 

He nearly screamed. The pain was excruciating. Dazai knew she eant no harm by doing so but it hurt, severely.  “Osamu, what did he do to you, please just talk to me!” she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. He smiled at her, throwing up his usual facade. His hands wiped away the salty water flowing from her eyes. 

Saki unwrapped the bandages her brother wore slowly, stopping dead in her tracks when she started seeing bite marks. The burn marks, the marks from missions, the semi-fresh and old scars from razors were already there, she knew they were but, bite marks? Dog, bite marks? She unwrapped all the way up to his neck. 

He had small chunks clearly ripped away and reattached most likely by Mori and his body was all red.  She didn’t touch the wrappings on his legs; he could do that himself and they weren’t dirtied up. She stood up walking over to the make-shift kitchen drawer and pulled out some fresh bandages, more reusable ones. They used these for when it was just them at home, it kept Dazai covered but they weren’t as itchy. She sat in front of him rewrapping everything, she could not have imagined how much pain he was in.

 Once finished she moved to his side and wrapped her arm around him. They may be twins, but she was older by a couple minutes, it gave her something to live for, to protect her slightly little brother. He laid his head on her shoulder and Saki laid her head against his. They sat there quietly, hoping to fall asleep. 

He covered his eye with his hand which caused the woman to freeze. It had finally clicked in her head that he had suffered from the dog's malice. She could only assume his eye was ripped out. Near him sat a small case with a prosthetic eye inside. Her tears began to flow more violently. 

They didn’t eat that night. Saki stayed awake all night making sure Dazai didn’t start bleeding out. 

Earlier, Chuuya walked inside the boss’s office. He had finished his job and decided to ask why Saki had run so fast. It was pushed away. He made it seem like she was just having a bad day. The ginger knew better than that. He had never seen the woman run as fast and desperate as she did when she passed by.

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Some time throughout the night, Saki had fallen asleep. 

She woke up to the sound of the door opening; scared it would be Mori-san. Except, it wasn’t. It was that stupid cheeto-head she pretty much hated. He looked around and shut the door. “Dazai failed his mission, you guys are always weird around Mori, you ran out of the building, I want answers.” “that's unusually bold for you.”

Chuuya rolled his eyes in response. “Look, he’s my partner, this is the mafia, we may fight and he is an annoying little prick but I do in fact care”. He only showed up to care for his partner. Saki was still pissed that even through worry, he was picking on her brother.  

“I just want to know what’s going on, I have millions of questions but you're too stubborn to give me answers, you’re worse than that bandaged waste” Saki slid herself down the wall to the floor and massaged her temples. Everyone around her was giving her a major migraine. 

She didn’t really want to tell Chuuya their biggest secret, mostly out of fear Mori might find out. Yet, she trusted her brothers judgment. She thought for a moment. Some information won’t hurt too much. He was still really aggravating the woman by calling her brother a waste.

 “Call my brother that again and I’ll make sure Koyo finds your body dismembered in the company mailbox.

 Chuuya wasn’t too surprised by the gorey threat as it was in her nature, but all this time he had thought they were just unusually close, but they were infact blood related.

 “Will you shut the hell up about it?  nobody knows besides you. Either keep quiet about it or die; you choose.” He still sat there wide eyed, well, until she took that golf ball from earlier, took a small piece of it, molded it into a ball and threw it at the gingers forehead. “Ow, okay okay I won’t slip up”

“Good”

 This was definitely an odd interaction. “Do you guys have any food in this..place?” Chuuya asked as he  was getting hungry. He didn’t really know why they lived in a shipping container, nor did he know they lived together; related or not. He had been here before, but Saki was on a mission during that time. 

She wasn’t answering any of Chuuya’s short list of questions. He initially gave up on sources of food as the place looked so bare and empty. 

Dazai was slowly starting to wake up due to the voices echoing off the metal walls of the container. Last thing he had remembered was Saki coming back, yet someone else was there.  Slowly, he opened his eyes. His eye twitched with the pain coursing through his body.

Once focused, he saw Chuuya sitting on the battered desk cair while Saki was sitting upon the makeshift counter. Dazai was confused as to why his partner was here. Though, he was annoyed that he would have to put up his stupid act. 

“Chuuya! You’re such a loyal dog! Did you really come here to see your master?” he squealed. All it did was hurt his head and throat, but it did manage to irritate the gingered man. It was so obvious that Dazai fell over laughing despite the pain. “Osamu?” 

Dazai was immediately even more confused on the matter. His sister used his first name around someone else. He could not care less at this point in time, he just yearned for Chuuya to go to hell and away from him; at that second atleast. She asked how he was feelingbut was met with a sing-song cheery reply saying he was amazing as always. Chuuya stared at Dazai with pity. To the bandaged man, it was pure torture. 

He was curious as to what he knew. Dazai managed to push himself off of the floor and sit back down on the cold ground below the rolling desk chair that squeaked with every move. Chuuya just kept eyeing him as if his partners face was covered with polka dots. 

Saki’s phone began to ring. Daai could tell purey from the annoyance in her eyes that it was Mori. She was slightly panicked. Assuming it was from another person being in the room with them, Dazai cuffed his ear and pointed at Chuuya with his other hand.  

Chuuya was confused on Dazai’s hand signal. He felt stupid after the woman put the phone on speaker and it was the boss. 

“Hellooo~ dear! You’ve got a mission with more newbies! Those other ones were causing some trouble and had to be… disposed of. This is a bit more of an important mission so Gin will be going with you. Don’t disappoint.” And with that, he hung up. 

“So that’s why you guys are so weird around him..” Dazai looked down at the floor. “Yeah, well, hush about it, now I have a mission to go to. Say hi to Oda for me, Osamu!” He looked uneasy.

 “I will! Bye Ki!” As soon as the door shut and Saki walked away he sighed and mumbled. Although he couldn’t hear everything he said, Chuuya kind of got the general idea and  could not help but agree. Something seemed off and it was worrying.

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Dazai couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling as his sister was off on her mission. Chuuya left to go visit Koyo, Dazai went down to the bar. He walked in and sat in his usual seat. The bartender greeted him with a warm welcome and gave him the usual. He sat there in silence waiting. The door opened and soon Ango sat beside him. 

Just as the bartender did for Dazai and soon Oda, he got a warm welcome and his usual drink. They practically kept this bar alive with how much money they spent there. Dazai spun on his chair impatiently. He couldn’t get his mind off of his sister. Chuuya was the only one to know about their relationship. For reasons, he never even told his best friends. He trusted them, especially Oda, but he just couldn’t risk it, someone may be listening, or someone could betray him. Anything was possible.

Oda soon rushed in. “Odasaku! Youre here!” Dazai jumped up excitedly. Ango, filled with amusement of his silly friend that they only really saw, chuckled. “I ran into some trouble on the way, that’s my fault.” He put his hand behind his head awkwardly and moved to grab his already-made glass on the counter, hopping onto the seat to Dazai’s right. 

They both knew trouble meant the kids he cared so dearly for. They were kept quiet just like Dazai and his sister were. Not knowing what to talk about, a recent string of missions were brought up. An unknown organization. Ango was the first to start. “have you guys been out on some odd missions, specifically with new hires and lower ranks?” They tried to think, Dazai being the first to speak.

 “The only mission I’ve gotten recently was me and Chuuya searching some heavily guarded building. We didnt find or gather anything useful though. It’s odd, Chuuya has been having some solo missions and even Saki had been getting missions almost every day.” 

This was definitely odd, Oda, carefully recalling any clean up missions, spoke up. “I haven’t gone on anything besides maybe a couple small things but thats all. Why do you ask?” Ango looked down nervously. “I obviously help with the paperwork for things and relations…but there has been a few things that seem odd.”

 Dazai looked at him suspiciously, and Oda stared him down in confusion. “I think we have a new enemy. One that has been kidnapping, torturing and experimenting on people they take. I haven’t seen this for myself but based on a few reports that corpses are found and how theyre found, it's pestering me.”

The youngests mind wandered. Is this why saki keeps getting sent on missions? He decided to speak up. “Do you think that’s why when people come back from missions, easy ones they don’t need fighting, people disappear? I mean they are useless ones but…” 

Oda was zoned in on his friend. Dazai doesn’t worry this much. He began to wonder if Saki or Chuuya were out on one of those missions right as they were in a bar getting tipsy. 

He threw away the thought. Chuuya wouldn’t cause Dazai to worry as much as he was at the moment. Dazai knew better than anyone that his partner could handle himself. After all, he mostly just sat still looking pretty after devising any plans he needed to while Chuuya was fighting everyone off. 

Oda, despite not being as smart as his buddies, was pretty quick to pick up on things. He didn’t know the story behind the suicidal maniac who was so desperate to die, yet couldn’t. It was like there was something in the forces of nature keeping him from reaching his peace. He was sure Ango was suspicious too, but for some reason he never seem too worried, any time they had heard about an attempt, Ango would only get mad at him for being reckless. It was never about the carelessness Dazai had with his life.

Dazai had more bandages that day, something noticed by both the older men. The maniac was desperately trying to hie the fact he was in constent pain, but his facade wwas slowly starting to fade. He was growing more and more tired.

The bandages began to bleed. Oda asked him to look towards him, just so he could change the bandages around the poor kids eye. For some reason, he always kept spares on him. The specific brand Dazai had aways used. Perhaps he was seen as another one of Oda’s orphans. 

Dazai stared at him like a clueless black cat. Oda couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable sight. The brunette had figured out what happened and began to internally scold himself for being so careless a to not realize when his eye socket was bleeding. When Oda looked at him with pity, he felt incredibly weak. He spun around in his chair before downing the remaining whiskey that sat on the counter. 

Ango stood up to leave, “I should get going, I have some work to catch up on, I’ve been loaded with how many missions people have gone on.” 

“Byeee Angooo!” Dazai waved goodbye obnoxiously, Oda only nodded toward him and raised his glass as he walked out. They were the only ones left in the bar, the bartender was there but he had stepped out for a smoke. “Your sister’s out on a mission, that's worrying you, isn’t she?” 

Dazai looked at him as soon as he said it. He knew. Had he really hid it so badly? “So…she is… I had my suspicions.” 

“Look.. Dazai I just took a guess. I won’t tell anyone. You should get back home for when she comes back.” He didn’t want to hurt him, but Oda had the dying gut feeling that she’s not coming back. Dazai jumped up and hugged Oda before running out the door. The reddish haired man heard a thud, Daai tripped on the stairs with how quick he was.

 Saki did not come back that night.

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Dazai Osamu is now 22. It had been 2 years since he joined the agency. Originally, only doing it for his friends sake, but has developed an attachment to the place, one he just can’t get rid of. In addition to this, he now saw one as his best friend; the greatest detective in the world, his current partner, and 2 children he had helped save.

 He would be close with the agency's doctor, but they reminded each other of Mori, keeping as much distance as possible, they didn’t know the other one had suffered from Mori’s hands, just that they had similar traits as him without knowing why. Eventually, they grew closer bit by bit. 

As much as Dazai had liked the agency, only one person knew almost everything about him. Ranpo was smart enough to figure things out by himself obviously, but Dazai trusted him enough to let him know pieces of him. This didn’t mean that Dazai was suddenly able to let his emotions run free, no, that wasn’t possible for the demon prodigy. Though, ranpo had seen under the bandages and had helped dazai during one of two breakdowns which seem entirely impossible from an outside view.

Kunikida was Dazai’s new partner, he found it funny to bug and annoy him. In the end though he did care deeply about Kunikida, he was more than someone to mess with. Maybe it's because the not-so-human person was in fact a human with feelings, desires, and relationships or because kunikida often reminded Dazai of Oda, the dear friend he had lost. It was even possible to be both. 

As for Atsushi and Kyouka, he almost saw them as his children. He did what Oda had suggested, saving a couple orphans, keeping them as safe as he could. Although Atsushi had saved Kyouka more than Dazai had, he was the person she could relate to. Being with them and the agency allowed her to act the way she couldn’t in the mafia. Sure, she was a powerful being, but she was a child. And just like Dazai, she was more childish when being in a safer environment. 

Even with all these new people he had grown so fond of, no one could replace the people he had lost. This included his sister. The night he fell asleep waiting for her arrival home was the night she never came back. Two weeks later the person who had saved him had died in his arms. It had hit him hard, losing the people he favored most. He had tried to find her, but there were no traces. 

All he had left of her were the matching lockets they both secretly had hanging off their necks, the songs they had written and performed together inside the cold shipping container, and the songs they had danced to in the PM ballroom. Though there was one more thing, something more permanent, but more of a painful reminder, one of the past, before the mafia, right before being put out on the streets. Burn marks. They were scattered across his back, some on his arms, very little on his legs, and a few marks on his neck. 

At the time, the Tsushima family, a mafia family on the inside and political on the outside, had a somewhat happy life, of course every family had their ups and downs.  When they were 8, someone had blown up their home, killing their parents. Shuji (dazai) had protected his older yet smaller sister by covering her body with his own. Shuji took this as an escaped opportunity to get out of the situation they were in (they never liked being in line to run the mafia), they burned whatever remained from the explosion and ended up living on the streets for a few years before attempting a double suicide, a jump into a river. That was until they were found by a soldier, rushed into a military infirmary where they had unknowingly gotten themselves into the hands of the next port mafia boss, except it wasn’t their father. It was Mori Ougai; although he was a mere military doctor at the time, he was still their grandfather's protegee.

 Because of the Tsushima's family presumed death, Mori was now supposedly meant to be boss, who knows if that was factual. For protection, they had obviously changed their names and edited their birthdays a little and instead of being siblings they were simply best friends who had met out on the streets. 

Dazai and Saki became Mori’s tools, Dazai being much favored over Saki but that didn’t spare her from her traumas. Dazai became the witness to the murder Mori committed to become the next boss, immediately becoming a lap dog to him. Although the leader at the time was his grandfather, he kept his composure and didn’t let anything slip. 

A little bit of extra info

• In this Au, Yosano was stuck with Mori even after the war as they were in charge of weapon testing on eachother. This was appointed to them because of Yosanos ability.

• The tsushima family didn’t tell anyone about their twins both having abilities so they don’t have to worry about something like that, to the public they were just civilians; not ability users, which were already so incredibly rare. 

• Cause they were technically already part of the mafia in a way, they knew how to protect themselves, so they cashed the money out of their families account and then stashed it away. They then killed the person who saw them so no one knew they were alive.

• Ranpo knows Dazai has a fake identity and a sister he had lost mysteriously (dazai told him) but he does not know the real identity, as for the money dazai has, he for the most part believes it comes from his mafia job (he may be the greatest detective but he does not know EVERYTHING)

• Obviously police investigated the explosion and the murdered bank guy but they come up with nothing, deeming it a mystery after 4 years of attempting to figure it out (Ranpo was busy with other cased and helping Fukuzawa start up the detective agency)

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           June .19. 2011 

A- “I can’t believe Dazai-San isn’t even here for his birthday, it feels wrong to not celebrate it”

R- “Atsushi-kun, dazai doesn’t like his birthday, no one here even knew when it was.”

K- “the brat has a point, shouldn’t we atleast get him something? But what would we even get him?”

R- “and you guys say I’m stubborn! Fine whatever if you want to do something sooooo bad, how about everyone in the office pitches in to get him a new violin!”

K- “Why do you know more about my partner than I do?”

R- “I'm just better! And I am the world's greatest detective after all”

A- “I knew he could play guitar, but violin?”

R- “indeed!”

K- “I suppose I can spare some money and pitch in, does the rest of the office agree?”

collective agreements

          June .21. 2011

A few days later, Dazai walked back into the office with a decently sized item sitting on his desk, with a card. He picked up the card and opened the brown envelope, a thank you card inside. Everyone in the office had written little notes telling him how everyone appreciated him and his work in the office. Along with a little note on the top right hand corner.

“Everyone pitched in for this… better have been worth it you bandaged bastard.” very clearly kunikidas writing. Dazai has a smile plastered on his face, everyone in the office was watching him as he tore away the wrapping paper and opened the case. Inside sat a beautiful, boxwood violin with its bow. It definitely shocked him that everyone in the office pitched in to buy him a violin they didn’t even know about until recently. 

“Thank you guys, really.” He was smiling, not his usual mischievous smile or a fake one, a real smile. 

            Sep. 4. 2011 

It was as normal as it could get in the office. Dazai was annoying Kunikida, Kenji was talking to Kyouka about cows,  Yosano and ranpo were talking about recent drama they heard about, Naomi and Tanizaki were being weird, Atsushi was coming back from a mission all was well. Ranpo though, although he was very invested in the gossip yosano was informing him about, couldn’t keep his eyes off dazai. 

He had his feet kicked up on his desk as he was tossing candy into his mouth. “Dazai”, he looked back at ranpo, ceasing his teasings to his partner “6”. Atsushi, who was just sitting down in his chair to begin his reports, couldn't hold back his curiosity anymore. “I’ve been meaning to ask… what does that mean, every so often Dazai-san tells you a number, I don’t understand.” 

Kunikida spoke up, “It’s another running mystery in the agency, lad. Just like how we just recently figured out dazai was in the port mafia, but won’t tell us his position.” 

“Ah~ kunikida-kun! You wound me!” He put the back of his hand on his forehead and fell back into his desk chair. “Anywayssss atsushi-kun! It's for when me and ranpo-san decide to either steal Kunikida’s wallet for crab and sweets or if we steal his ideal book for anything good! And for your information I was an errand boy!”

 Ranpo snickered, he knew that entire sentence was pretty much a lie. Well, at least if they found out about the mafia thing; he was technically an errand boy, for the boss himself, but it was never specified to the rest of the workers, so in a way, it wasn’t a lie.

           Dec .15. 2011 

“Mr. Dazai…” Kyouka was standing besides the couch where dazai was laying, headphones on, singing his suicide song. He slid the headphones onto his bandaged neck and sat up to talk to her. “What is it, kyouka-chan?” He smiled at her, fixing one of her flower ties. “Could we have another sleepover, me, you, kenji, atsushi, and ranpo?”

 She was looking down at the floor, “Why of course! Tonight?” she nodded happily and walked to the other office desks to ask the other boys about the gathering. 

“I didn’t know you had sleepovers Dazai, but on a work day is not okay, you should prioritize your work.” Kunikida was adding this new bit of information to his ideals book. 

“Work is so boring! Do you have to be such a stickler-for-rules? It’s not hurting anything!” A lot of the other office workers were curious as well. They had sleepovers? Not even Kenji had mentioned such things, and Dazai wasn’t much of a sleepover guy, let alone the host. What do they even do during those nights?

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By the end of the day, Kenji, Kyouka, Dazai, Atsushi and Ranpo were all sitting on dazai’s living room floor. There was an extra person though, Kunikida was sitting besides Atsushi. Somehow, he got roped into the sleepover for the first time ever. They all were wearing pajamas, drinking hot chocolate, curled up in blankets. The usual group was talking, Kunikida was simply listening and sipping his hot cocoa. 

“Dazai, why do these children know more about you than I do?” He interrupted them. Dazai with his usual grin replied back saying how they aren’t as mean to him as he was. In reality, he just couldn’t allow his partner to feel any sort of pity for him. “Mr Dazai! What if we ask you questions about yourself!” Kenji boasted, the blanket draped over him fell onto the floor. 

“Why, that's a great idea! But let’s make it even better, you guys write down any questions, we put them in a hat, pick a number, and I’ll answer any questions you have!” Everyone agreed. So they began writing. Ranpo, Atsushi and kunikida all had more personal related questions. Kenji and Kyouka, on the other hand, were asking about his favorite things and hobbies……

………. Out of the 27 pieces of paper put into Kenji's hat, 19 were answered. 

•   Do you have any siblings?

“No, I do not.”

• How many instruments can you play?

“Oooh~ this is a good one! I can play the violin, guitar, piano, and surprisingly the flute!” 

• What's your favorite color?

“My favorite color..hmm… this is a hard one! If I had to choose, I think it would be blue”

• Are you gay?

Dazai fell onto the floor; wheezing. “Kenji! Did you write this?!” he handed the paper over to him and Kenji immediately got excited to explain why he thought Dazai was gay. This caught Kunikida off guard, leaving him very confused. Dazai? Gay? With his flirting habits?  no way!  He thought. Kyouka was giggling just barely, and atsushi was laughing awkwardly. 

Ranpo screamed it before Dazai could even reply. “He’s bisexual! He’s even got—” Dazai tackled his friend, taking away his snacks and only giing them back when Ranpo promised to stay quiet about it. 

• Whose grave is on the hill? 

They watched as Dazai read the words on the paper, and it looked like it had upset him. Ranpo knew what question was picked up immediately, he had watched Atsushi write it. 

“The grave on the hill… he was a friend. I chose to listen to his advice and leave the port mafia to save others.” Everyone looked confused, Atsushi and Ranpo were the only ones who knew about the grave on the hill. “I’m sorry for asking such a question, you didn’t have to answer if you didn’t want to!” Atsushi was on the ground bowing in an apologetic manner. “It’s okay, maybe later I can tell you more. Now, let’s move on”

• What's your favorite song you’ve written?

“Well, I’ve written many songs, I’m not sure if I have a favorite, all of them hold special memories.” Kunikida looked surprised, “I didn’t know you’ve written songs, Dazai.”  “I do! I don’t really have a favorite though!”

• What's your favorite food?

“Easy, canned crabs!”

• Why do you wear bandages?

“Wow okay why so many personal questions! Is this an attack?! How mean!” He fell backwards dramatically causing the others to laugh, even Kunikida got a chuckle. He avoided the question.

• Why haven’t you died??

“Again, what are these questions?! I would kill myself but death simply hates me!”

• Why don't you eat lunch in the office?

“I don’t eat lunch in the office because I simply prefer not to be watched."

• Can you sing for us after the questions are done?

“Kyouka, is this your handwriting? It is very nice .But, yes I guess I can sing for you guys once we get through the questions, It has become a tradition!” She smiled. Kunikida was dumbfounded once more, he writes and sings his own songs?

• Why don’t you like dogs?

“I just prefer cats! I don’t have a history with them, and they're sooooo soft!” 

• How many types of scars are under your bandages?

“Another really personal question asked by Ranpo! You're so mean to me!” He counted on his fingers.  “I think 8 different ones, 9 if you count the one not hidden” This raised lots of questions, Kenji specifically was going to ask before Kunikida covered his mouth. 

• Why do you obsess over women?

“Women are just soooo sexy! It would be wonderful to commit a double suicide with one so beautiful! Oh~ like an honor!”

• Why do you avoid yosano?

“Why do I avoid Yosano… well, she just reminds me of someone I don't like all that much, no disrespect to her. She’s also scary… being treated by her is a nightmare! Kunikida gets it!”

• Do you have any hobbies?

“Hmmm… hobbies, well we know singing and songwriting, besides that, I dance a lot.”

• Who's the girl in your locket?

Dazai pulled the locket out from underneath his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Opening it, he turned it around to show the people sitting against the couch. “This was someone really special to me.”

• Cats or dogs?

“Sigh…a repeated question, cats are superior!”

• How many languages can you speak?

“Oh? Languages? Too many to count! I am very fluent in English, French, Korean, Russian,  ehhh i forget the rest.” Kunikida and Atsushi had their jaws on the floor, to say the least. “You know more than just Japanese?!” they were synchronized. “Uh, yes? Why do you think I deal with the foreign clients..?”

 “Can you just sing now Mr. Dazai?” He got up and grabbed his guitar. Everyone else took the time to get more comfortable. 

Angel of small death and the codeine scene (Hozier)

Dazai began strumming his guitar and humming. 

I watch the work of my kin, bold and boyful , Toying somewhere between love and abuse

…..Calling to join them, the wretched and joyful

Shaking the wings of their terrible youths

Stomping his foot to the beat he ignored the faces and reactions of the shocked kunikida. 

Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion

No more alone or myself could I be

Lurched like a stray to the arms that were open….

No shortage of sordid, no protest from me!

With her sweetened breath and her -  tongue so mean

She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean

She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene~

Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh

I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet

Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile

It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet

With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean

She's the -  angel of small death and the codeine scene

With her straw-blond hair, her arms hard and lean!

She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-ooh

Whoa-oh, whoa-ooh

Kyoka was sitting against the couch grinning as she fell asleep to the sound. The guitar and singing gave her comfort. Atsushi was holding her. Kunikida was listening in amazement.

In leash-less confusion I'll wander the concrete

Wonder if better now having survived

Jarring of judgment and reasons defeat

The sweet heat of her breath in my mind, I'm alive

With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean - 

She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene!

With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean

She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean

She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean

She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

“That was incredible dazai. I am truly impressed” Atsushi looked over at kunikida, “it’s my favorite out of all the ones he sings for us, although I never know who he sings about.” Ranpo cut in, “the girl in his locket, that's who it is, almost always who it is.” 

Kunikida was really curious. Who was this girl to Dazai? He thought that she looked too young to be his mother, and there’s no way it would be a sister - he said he didn’t have any siblings. Cousin perhaps? He reached a somewhat reliable conclusion, a lover. His heart began to ache and he didn’t understand why.  

It was surely past midnight when Kunikida woke up to the sound of whispering. “Samu, you need to go change your bandages, you may have changed clothes, but i know you haven't changed them, don’t forget the other thing too.” It was Ranpo lecturing Dazai, oh what a surprise.

 They heard Dazai get up and walk to the bathroom. Suddenly, Ranpo started talking to the man. The candy-obsessed bastard knew he was awake. “He might let you see beneath you know” The most responsible one there didn’t say anything, he knew if he did he might wake one of the so-called-brats up. 

Kunikida  knocked on the door, just enough to be heard on the other side but not loud enough it echoed to the other room. Dazai peaked through the cracked door just enough to see his partners figure.  Kunikida hadn’t realized how beautiful Dazai truly was.  

He decided to let Kunikida in. Dazai knew he wanted to make sure I was okay, he was awake when he and Ranpo were talking. “If i show you and you tell someone, I will burn your Ideal notebook and blow your damn car up” he nodded at the brunette calmly.

 He didn’t know why he trusted him, but he did. It's possibly because he genuinely cares for Dazai.  

Theysat on the bathroom tile floor. He grabbed new bandages as Dazai took off the old. I went arm by arm, taking off old and replacing with the new. Dazai was letting him see the scratched up canvas of skin, but only for a little. He was clearly pitying Dazai, they all do.

 After it was done, they turned off the bathroom light and told him to turn around. Doing so, Dazai was able to take out the glass eye and place it in its case. Kunikida wanted to desperately tell Yosano, but he could not afford a new car, nor could he afford getting a notebook to replace the one he currently had. It was for his ability and they were detectives, that is why it was threatened. 

They walked out to the living room where everyone else was sound asleep. Both of them curled back up under the blankets. Originally, Ranpo and Dazai were cuddling on the floor, Kyouka and Kenji were sleeping on the couch, Kunikida and Atsushi were sleeping on the carpet. 

While they were in the bathroom though, Kenji had fallen off the couch, or Ranpo pushed him off; who's to say really… So Ranpo was now on the couch sleeping peacefully with Kyouka, Atsushi was still on the fluffy carpet, Kenji was behind the couch on the floor with the blanket tangled up, and Kunikida had somehow managed to get his arm around Dazai as they fell asleep.

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Dazai woke up, he was curled up with Kunikida. He felt his heart flutter, but he knew it wasn’t right. He sat up looking around the room; then at the clock. Ranpo was in the kitchen rummaging through cupboards. Doing so, he knocked over a glass that was sitting on the counter from last night. The sound of the glass shattering startled everyone else besides Kenji awake.

 “Whoops! I guess I didn’t see it there” Dazai sighed, he got up, taking off his shirt as he walked to clean up the mess. “It’s just water, it’s fine Ranpo. Not the first glass you’ve broken of mine.” Atsushi and Kunikida audibly gasped. Dazai also had bandages all over his upper torso as well. Even Kunikida who had watched Dazai change his bandages last night, never noticed the others that laid under the clothing.

Against his bandages laid a locket, one he barely ever took off, but that was well known. Beside it hung another chain, one with a ring. It was a silver band with an epoxy center.  A vermillion red, tangerine orange, sapphire blue, and a tuxedo black mixture of color was swirled in the epoxy. 

Kunikida looked over at the clock, 9:22 AM “ Shit! We’re late!” he screamed. This caused everyone to be in a rush out the door. Dazai had a major headache, this was the only reason he was worried about being late. He couldn’t handle his partner's loud screams today. Since everyone was so rushed to get out the door, nobody seemed to notice Dazai’s eye. 

As they were running down the sidewalks making their way to the agency, Ranpo grabbed dazai and pulled him into a nearby alleyway. He didn’t have anything to wrap his eye, but told him about his mistake. A quick conversation took place and they continued running to the office with dazais hand covering his right eye. 

The foundation covering the mangled skin from the attack wasn’t worn off yet thankfully. As soon as they busted through the office door dazai ran to his desk rummaging. 

“Dazai-san, what's wrong with your eye? Are you ok?” He was panicking and eventually replied after finding the extra prosthetic he kept in his desk. “Oh yes Naomi-chan, I am doing spectacular!” Before anyone else could say anything, Dazai rushed to the bathroom to put his eye in place. It was a little off-color, but not enough for someone to notice. 

The next day, there was a very important meeting going on at the agency. Port mafia and the armed detective agency were making a truce. Recently, there was a big case going on, but why would the PM be getting involved? The entire ADA detective group was sitting in the meeting room with a couple of the PM criminals (Koyo, chuuya, higuchi, hirotsu). 

“Ōgai Mori-dono and I have been working together to figure out who has been kidnapped by the recent group that has been giving us trouble.” Fukuzawa spoke. The projector turned on and a slideshow was pulled up. “These are all the people who were taken in the same exact way.” 

(pretend they have photos)

Name:  Himari Hinata

DOB: 3/7/1985

Age: 27

Sex:F

Eyes: green

Hair: Brown

Weight: 123 lbs

Height: 6’4

Ability: The Invisible jester - allows the user to hide in the shadows

Identifying characteristics: Tattoo of a bird on underarm

Name: Asahi Ren

DOB: 6/23/1956

Age: 56

Sex: M

Eyes: Green

Hair: Black

Weight:208

Height: 5’4

Ability: None

Identifying characteristics: None

Name: Emi Sakura

DOB: 3/8/2005

Age: 7

Sex: F

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Ginger

Weight: 76

Height:3’11

Ability: None

Identifying characteristics: Has an extra finger on the left hand. 

Name: Akemi Fumiko

DOB: 12/5/1980

Age:32

Sex:F

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Black

Weight:120

Height:5’4

ability:None

Identifying characteristics: mole on left cheek, dark skin

Name: Fuji Akane

DOB:1993 

Age: 19

Sex: M

Eyes: purple

Hair: white

Weight: 136

Height:5’8

Ability: Obey my command - user can freeze a person or object in place as long as it's in a mile radius

Identifying characteristics: Amputated right arm

Name: Chiyo Sinaru

DOB: 7/4/1996

Age:16

Sex:F

Eyes: black

Hair: black

Weight:193

Height: 5’5

Ability: None 

Identifying characteristics: None

Name: Saki Yamada * No photo Available *

DOB:6/4/1990

Age: 22

Sex: F

Eyes: brown

Hair: blonde with brown roots

Weight: 134

Height: 5’6

Ability: The unavoidable force - user is able to manipulate an object's shape 

Identifying characteristics: burn marks scattered across legs and hands

Dazai’s breath hitched as he read the last name. His sister. His sister had possibly been taken hostage by these people who were torturing others. “All of these people are just ordinary citizens, why does the Port Mafia of all organizations want to have an alliance?”

 Kunikida asked. “Saki Yamada is someone of high importance to me, we have recently found out that she may have been taken by these people. If we can get her back to the mafia… we might get my favorite executive to return too!” Mori replied in his seductively dead tone. 

Atsushi went to say something but was stopped by Fukuzawa and Ranpo shaking their heads. The President and his disciple were thinking the same thing, if they got Saki back, and she saw dazai was able to get out of the mafia, Dazai would stop at nothing to get her out. 

Chuuya also knew this. He wasn't to say the exact thing the other two men were thinking. He was willing to defy his boss to save her. The person he admired, and the sister to his best friend. 

He continued, “I am willing to put my members to the job of saving her, they have also been killing off a lot of my lower men. I have had enough of their antics.” Fukuzawa agreed. The meeting ended. “Since we will be seeing so much of each other, Chuuya, I’d like for you to stay here at the agency temporarily. You would play a big part of the plan after all. I hope this is fine with you, Fukuzawa” He nodded. Chuuya bowed in response. “Understood Sir.” 

“Well with that, I’ll be taking my leave. Lets go” The small group of PM members walked out of the room, being escorted out by the detectives. Chuuya and Dazai were the only ones left in the room.

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As soon as the door was shut, Chuuya whipped his hand back and slapped dazai across the face. He was absolutely livid. “Weve had temporary truces before against people like the guild. I never got an explanation. You have one chance to explain yourself.” Dazai was smiling as a tear ran down his cheek. This had set the ginger completely off.

Anger erupted; outside the door you could hear the screams of the short ginger man. Ranpo was blocking the door from Kunikida who was desperately trying to get into the room to split the fight up. “Kunikida, I know you want to help but you just shouldn’t.” The screams continued.

“Do you think this is funny?! I waited for you! You never came back you left without a word, i only figured it out because Mori told me. 4 years. 4 fucking years dazai! I couldn't even have you tell me you were leaving. I dont think you had a real reason.” 

That last line made Dazai’s blood boil. “Are you kidding me? No real reason?! Are you sure your height isn’t getting to your head? My other half;  who i had gone through mountains of trauma with, had gone missing. My best friend had died. I couldn't handle the torments from Mori any longer. I didnt tell you because if I did tell you I wouldn’t have left. I would’ve stayed with you or for gods' sakes you would've followed me out and I just couldn’t do that to you. I got you into the mafia, to have you follow to me for another organization is overkill!”

“So now you’re saying you actually care for me?! How fucking poetic! The great Dazai Osamu, youngest port mafia executive in fucking history cares?!” 

Dazai slammed his hands on the table. “I have always cared for you, how could you not see that!” He ripped the chained ring off his neck and threw it on the table. 

Chuuya recognized it alost immediately as the same one that he found on his doorstep the same day Dazai disappeared. Chuuya picked it up and immediately chased after him, running past the agency members shooting confused glares. He ran down the concrete stairs, storing out of the cafe door and nearly tripping on the sidewalks. He didn’t care at the moment. 

When he managed to catch up, he lunged, grabbed his ex-partners hand and ripped off the glove of his left hand. “I kept it. I didn’t know you had a matching one, but I kept it anyways.” 

Dazai was close to crying. The first time Chuuya had ever seen something like that, maybe the first time the man had ever even come close to doing so. He hugged Chuuya tight. “I couldn’t take that place anymore.” Dazai walked away and headed back to his apartment. Chuuya, headed back to the office to sort out some final forms and such. 

He walked back into the office; it felt like he was being watched. Ranpo was his savior in a way. “Welcome back Fancy-hat, fill out these forms, and use this as a reference!” he handed him a small pile of papers. Personal files, organization transfer files, etc. “Why do I have to fill these out if I won’t be here that long?” Ranpo unwrapped another lollipop “cause, temporary members are still members.” Chuuya sighed and started on the paperwork. 

He got to his personal record right under it was Dazai’s. He looked over it confused on why it was there. He looked at the marital status and emergency contacts. Married. He actually put that down. And the bastard even forged Chuuya’s signiture… He understood why Ranpo gave it to him now. 

He marked the marital status down and forged Dazai’s signature as well. Finishing up the paperwork, he handed it back to Ranpo. “I knew you would figure it out. Heres your apartment key, you're sharing with someone.  oh! and when you come to the office tomorrow bring me some sweets!” Chuuya had a grin across his face.

 He was understanding why Dazai liked it here. He went to the agency's dorms and went to the room that had the same number. He recognized it to be Dazai’s. He had never been there before, but its hard to miss the welcome mat with a suicidal phrase on it. He opened the door. “Hey…the agency is making us share.” 

Dazai paid no attention to him and focused on what he was doing. There was some sort of soup on the stove that was being slowly cooked. There was a small stack of bags, it was the belongings of the agency workers that had stayed at his house a couple nights ago, the stuff they forgot to collect. His eyes were red and puffy, one was missing. On his face, there was a slightly bruised area resembling a handprint. Chuuya felt his heart break.

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Chuuya didn’t say a word to dazai. Instead, he set the broken necklace on the table and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. Dazai noticed and when the bathroom door was shut, he slid the ring on his finger. He went over to the stove and made sure the soup that had been boiling on the stove was ready. It had been 15 minutes, he heard the shower turn off and grabbed two bowls to pour the soup into. He sat down at the table, waiting for his roommate to come out. 

They sat in silence. A very awkward silence. Just the sound of the spoons hitting against the bowls. Dazai finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry for leaving.” 

“You had every reason to leave, I shouldn’t have lashed out in the agency”

“You had every reason to be mad, although when you slapped me you jammed my prosthetic eye into the inside of my socket. That really hurt Chuu!” He was already back to his playful demeanor. 

Chuuya choked on the water he was drinking. “Prosthetic?!” He looked at Dazai’s face and was astonished. “When the hell did that happen?”

“The same day you found out about me and Saki”

“Oh”

Dazai got up, picked up his bowl and walked over to put it in the sink. “Just put the bowl in the sink, I do dishes in the morning, you can sleep in my room, there's a step stool in case you're too short to reach the bed”  he grinned. “I’m not that short you damn bastard!” chuuya barked back. He had figured the rooms out by now, it was a small dorm afterall. 

The room had plain, cream colored walls, there was a closet on the right wall. There was a twin bed right beside the door with a nightstand and a tv next to a big window across from said bed. Anything wooden was made out of some sort of dark oak. Scattered across the room were pictures. This really caught Chuuya’s eye. Pictures of him and Dazai in a couple places, most of them looked like they were when they were about 17-18. Then of course there were thousands of Saki and Dazai. 

 Chuuya couldn’t believe that the mackerel had all these photos. It’s unsettling how organized it was here. He noticed the guitar and a clearly new violin sitting against one of the walls. Chuuya layed on the bed and texted Koyo. 

Texts

K: How’s it going, Lad?

C: It's definitely odd Ane-San. I see why he’s so happy here, not my type though. 

K: That’s nice to hear, how is Kyouka?

C: She clearly likes the place as well, her and the man-tiger are very close. 

K: Good, I must get going now. Text me if you need anything at all.

C: Goodnight Ane-San.

Text end.

Chuuya got comfortable under the blanket, it overwhelmingly smelled like Dazai. He fell asleep very quickly, Dazai on the other hand was doing paperwork. He may annoy kunikida by not doing his work and dropping it off on Atsushi’s desk, but most of them were already done from the night before. 

Dazai was an insomniac, he needed something to do at home to keep him occupied. Sure, it was annoying being constantly yelled at by Kunikida, but it’s better than dying of boredom. Eventually, Dazai got a few hours of sleep, which wasn’t exactly normal. 

It was about 6am when Dazai woke back up. They didn’t have to be at the agency until 8. Dazai used the time to make lunch for Chuuya, a couple snacks for him and Ranpo, and started working on dishes. He had a little too much soap on his hand which led to a glass cup slipping out of his hand and shattering in the sink. 

Chuuya woke up with a startle. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock, it was only 6:37. It took him a second to make a choice whether to get up and get ready or to stay in bed. He chose the first option. His outfit was almost identical to the one he wears for the mafia. Except for the fact he switched the gray vest for a black one and lost the coat. He almost looked like dazai when he was with the PM, it made him gag.

He opened the door and walked out to the kitchen where dazai was cleaning up the broken glass. It had clearly cut his hands. Blood was dripping down his fingers and the bandages near his wrist were stained crimson. He knew dazai wouldn’t accept help so he just sat down at the table and scrolled through his phone. 

Dazai started covering his hand with paper towels and made his way to the bathroom. “Lunch is in the fridge for when we leave, if you want breakfast help yourself” Chuuya nodded; though he was a little shocked at the man making him lunch. When Dazai came back he no longer had dirty bandages and had his usual work clothes on. 

The work day was easy, but the job was challenging. Everyone in the office was working away at the missing people case. Some of the detectives were out questioning people, some were talking to the families, secretaries were looking at old reports and news articles, some others were looking at photos of the bodies that had been found that may be connected to the case. People were literally everywhere. 

Yosano, Dazai, Chuuya, and Ranpo were the only ones in the office. Ranpo couldn’t be left alone outside so he was analyzing photos and checking files. Dazai was there to make sure Ranpo didn’t get into trouble, which was honestly a horrible idea. Chuuya was ordered to stay around Dazai since he was still technically an enemy he couldn’t entirely be trusted around the office by himself and someone who can’t really fight too well. Yosano was the agency doctor, if they didn’t know where she was and someone got into some trouble it could be a big issue. 

It had been a few hours in the office, the 4 were overwhelmed from the work. Ranpo was visibly getting frustrated, he couldn’t figure it out either and it was killing him. They decided it was time for a break. Everyone would be back soon anyways and they were all exhausted as well probably. 

Yosano leaned against Dazai’s desk as chuuya watched her. It was almost like it was the first time they were that close (it pretty much was). She said, “I know this is extremely awkward after yesterday, but when you guys were yelling…” she was really hesitant and dazai had his eyes locked on her. “It was a little hard to hear, but did you say you couldn’t handle Mori’s torment anymore?” Dazai stopped staring at her and looked down on the ground. 

It didn't hit him until now, everyone in the office may have heard them. Chuuya hadn’t realized that part, he had his suspicions but he was so angry in those moments he wasn't processing everything completely. It was dead quiet in the office. You couldn't even hear Ranpo’s chip bag. 

Dazai’s silence gave an obvious answer. “He was my abuser too… Fortunately I was saved by our oh so great detective.” The double black duo went wide eyed. Dazai raised his head to look at her. “That’s why you seem so familiar..” Yosano was incredibly confused. “That can't be, i left the mafia before you joined, how would you have recognized me?” Ranpo was really off his game today, he was also wondering. He knew Elise was modeled after Akiko in a disgusting way, but that wasn’t what dazai was talking about. 

“Well for one, Mori modeled Elise after you, she has your sass, I picked up on it and had my suspicions but I never figured it out. That’s not it though… no … We have met before, indirectly.” Everyone else in the room was question what the suicidal maniac was on about. Ranpo was catching on but it took a second for it to click. 

“You…you and some girl.. I was treating soldiers when someone brought two kids on the brink of death in.. That was all I saw of them when Mori… Oh god Mori took you guys! Is that how you got into the Mafia?!” Dazai nodded. Yosano saw the look on his face, she thought it best not to ask who the girl was although she could tell Ranpo and Chuuya knew. It took the brunette by surprise when he was engulfed in a hug. 

At this time the rest of the agency was starting to file into the office. It was an odd sight to see. A couple of the port mafia members were there as well. 

Akutugawa stood there in shock. Dazai was letting someone hug him. He was conflicted, everyone else had gotten the kind Dazai, yet he didn’t.  He really believed he wasn’t ever going to be good enough for praise.  They separated the hug, Akutugawa just ignored it and got on with why he was there.

 “Chuuya-san, Boss would like a report back.” He nodded at himand told him that there had been no updates. Just then, Dazai called the sick man over. He actually wanted to talk to him! He grabbed the boys hair and pulled him down, whispering into his ear. 

“Atsushi has been keeping me updated on you… you've gotten strong. Don't make me regret telling you.” Akutugawa was about ready to faint out of pure and utter satisfaction. He had gotten a compliment from his mentor. Surely, he was dreaming, right? He wasn’t. 

Though, he was quite annoyed at Atsushi for keeping someone updated on his actions, he decided to let it slide this once. It still hurt to know that the weretiget was so much more important than him that Dazai was convinced to praise him. “Yes sir!” Akutugawa said with a bow. Atushi was smiling. 

The very few port mafia members were escorted out. The president was asking everybody if they had made any progress to which no one did. Everyone was beginning to worry about Ranpo. The day had come to an end. Chuuya and Dazai walked back to the dorms together. Chuuya ended up being left alone in the living space as Dazai had disappeared. He made himself at home and cooked some simple curry rice.

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Dazai was still gone, dishes weren't done so he never came back. Nevertheless, Chuuya went on with the day. He arrived back at the office right on time but was immediately bombarded by kunikida. “Where the hell is that waste of bandages?! He is supposed to be with you, God and he's always late!” He pushed the screaming man away from him.

 “He never came back last night, he went out somewhere.” Kunikida stormed back to his desk, rubbing his temples. The president walked in “It’s expected to be a blizzard soon, all work shall be done in the office today to avoid sickness.” And with that, he walked back to his office. 

“Snow? I know it’s December but it's been so… clear?” Tanizaki said. Kunikida was back on his rants about work; saying things like how they should utilize the time cooped up in the office to finish reports and work. After an hour or two Ranpo had run out of snacks and refused to do any more work. It was collectively agreed (besides kunikida) to take a break from the constant work. But, they had nothing to do and snow was starting to pile up. It was a miracle the power was still on. Nobody knew what to do with their time. “Fancy-hat~ do you have any old videos of Dazai?” 

This caught the attention of the entire office. He was taken aback and scrolled through his camera roll. “Yes, I do, is there somewhere I can plug my phone into?” Tanizaki gave him the coord to the projector, they didn't use the one in the main office very much, it was mostly the meeting room. 

Eventually, all the detectives were gathered around on the floor, sitting on desks or in the desk chairs. Ranpo convinced Chuuya to let him choose the videos or pictures that were shown, it wasn’t a hard task considering if he wanted to stop him all he would have to do is take his phone back. He would clearly know if he messed with something as his entire screen was on the projector for the whole office to see. 

Video 1:  (credits to whatever story  i got this idea from!!) (anything not in the video is italicized) 

The first thing pulled up was a short video of some people at a bar. Chuuya hid his face in his hands due to embarrassment. Most of the people didn’t recognize Oda, a few did recognize Ango, the government worker. Nobody recognized the blonde girl with brown roots though. 

This video seemed to be taken by the bartender. The girl was wearing a black suit that was clearly too big for her. She was dancing on a table with Dazai, who for some reason was in a sexy hot pink dress on top of his bandages that went down to his ankles that went perfectly with the black heels he was also wearing. The video moved over to Chuuya who was watching in amazement. 

Two men in brown suits sat beside him. He went to get up to do who knows what before he tripped in the heels he was also wearing, except he had a black dress with sleeves and red heels. It went back to Dazai as soon as he was heard laughing his ass off which ultimately led to him falling off the table. This caused a chain reaction for everyone else to start laughing and soon after the girl he was dancing with fell off the table right onto him. The video ended.

Everyone was..shocked to say the least. “Um… why were you guys in dresses…?” Atsushi asked. “We all decided to gamble but instead of giving up money, the winner got to make everyone else do one thing of their choice. Dazai won, that sly bastard…” Ranpo cut in, “Next!”

Video 2: 

It started with 3 people sitting inside what looked to be a shipping container. It had a desk chair, a worn down bed, and counters made of old wood and metal scraps. Dazai sat on the right, Chuuya in the middle, and the girl from before on the left. They each had a bottle of alcohol, chuuya had his beloved wine, Dazai had whiskey, and somehow the girl got her hands on some hardcore vodka. Kunikida was taken by shock, “Underage drinking?!” Chuuya still had his face in his hands as he nodded. 

The girl spoke first. She had an angelic voice. “It is September 14th 2007 and uhhh.. We're playing truth or drink.” Kenji asked what the game was and Yosano answered by telling him someone asks someone a question and they can either tell the truth or they can drink. “You city folk sure are weird but I wanna watch this!”

TG (the girl): Chuuya…. Did you eat my last piece of cake?

Chuuya immediately drank out of his wine bottle and the girl started beating on him. Dazai was laughing immensely.

C: Okay okay I'm sorry! Dazai, how did you guys get into dancing?

D: That's… an unexpected question from you, slug. Anyways when we were kids we took some classes and so sometimes our dances are old performances we did for class or for fun, or sometimes it's just purely improv! Impressive right?

C: very. As much as I hate to say it…it's a sight to see.

Everyone in the office was pretty confused. “Dancing? I know dazai said it's one of his hobbies but he's good at it? And he also had a partner to do it with?” Atsushi was curious. Chuuya was almost lost in thought, “she…was more than just his dance partner.” Ranpo noticed Kunikida was getting a bit jealous as it sounded like the woman was romantically involved with Dazai, he was starting to question these important women in his partner's life. 

D:anywayss.. ki! That guy you went out with hmmm~

Video Chuuya choked on the water he was drinking.

C: SHE GOT A DATE?!

S(sa ki ): yes, are you saying I'm not date worthy you simplistic short prick?

C: i- NO! that's not what I meant, I'm just saying I thought you were lesbian!

Dazai absolutely lost it and started cackling again. 

D: you —  thought she was — gay?! Oh god  can't breathe – this is too good!

C: hey! Your womanizing ass never hit on her even once! I thought she was gay and because she's your friend you were being respectful for once!

The young Dazai was still laughing his ass off trying to catch his breath. Kunikida and some of the other agency members were in shock. There was somebody he didn't hit on even once? He even had flirted with yosano the first time they met, even if he did avoid her. 

S: I would make sure Dazai’s next suicide attempt was a painful one if he tried hitting on me. It would also be outright disgusting. 

Dazai nodded over-excessively

S: so chuuya…

C: I'm scared.

D: you should be.

S: Elise was talking to me about the playdate you guys had the other day…. You, Dazai, Rintaro, Q…one I would've loved to see. 

Dazai and chuuya clinked their bottles together before they both downed them.

S: no way… no fucking way! You didn't tell me?!

She punched dazai in the arm and the video ended with Chuuya watching the other two wrestle inside the metal box. 

Ranpo was already playing the next video before anything could be processed. 

Video 3: https://youtu.be/XbOeYpfjmP4?si=BG6kekVO3C1uK9x-

The scenery was back at the bar. Oda, who they still had no idea who that was, was sitting on a stool, guitar in hand. Dazai was sitting up on the counter, swinging his legs. “Wait, I didn’t record this video.. I don’t even know what that one is…” Chuuya remarked. Ranpo played the video anyways.

Dazai pulled the violin up to his neck and started playing a melody with Oda playing simple strums of the guitar. This went on for nearly four minutes. Once the music had stopped, the violin bow had snapped. It was utter silence. Ango spoke from behind the camera. “I’ll buy you a new one, Dazai.” He sighed in response. “This one was my mothers… I am not sure it can be so easily replaced. 

The detectives were shocked. They had bought the violin based on Ranpo’s knowledge, they didn’t know he could play so beautifully. It was truly magnificent to them.  Yosano broke the silence, “think we could get him to play with us?” Chuuya shook his head.

Video stuff ended

“But why? He played guitar for us during our sleepovers, and he sings too!” Chuuya scoffed. “Listen you joker, i'm surprised he even does that. After Saki went missing, it has been absolutely killing Dazai, the fact he plays for you at all is shocking." They went quiet trying to understand what he meant. “Wait.. Saki, Saki Yamada? That girl the port mafia boss is looking for and she's one of the people in our missing cases?” 

“Are you idiots serious? What kind of lame ass detectives are you, you just figured that out, Sherlock, did you atleast know?!" The ginger was practically screaming. “I did know, infact, I know even while he was in hiding he sent out a missing persons report for her, I even know the secret that you were told. I would have known even if he didn’t tell me about his past.” 

Nakahara looked down at the floor, Ranpo hadn't even known Dazai for that long, and he was already trusted with such personal information? “How far does your knowledge go to his past?” Kyouka was listening deeply to the information they were throwing in front of her while everyone else was struggling to keep up. “I know everything up to when he first met you. Everything before that I know bits and pieces of, or have my suspicions. I know about his mental health, Oda’s death, that play date Saki mentioned in the videos, his eye, The president and I have seen what is under his bandages, all of them, twice. Kunikida has been seen under the arm bandages just very recently.  Oh! And his fear of dogs. Are you satisfied?”

Chuuya was visibly angry. “The only stuff I know about is what Saki had told me… how did you manage to get him to talk?” 

“Friendly force. I walked in on his attempts twice and called fukuzawa to help me. We gave him the option to either talk to us or he gets a therapist. If he didn’t we would call off the search on Saki. I actually heard about the playdate from elise when she ran away from mori to mess with dazai. I didn't even detect that! The fear of dogs was… well.. I witnessed that.” Ranpo outed him without fear. 

Chuuya was about to ask him something when the agency door opened. Lucy was at the door, asking them to all come down to the cafe. When they got there, all of the secretaries were there as well. 

 Dazai was standing there, soaking wet and covered in bits of snow, holding bags. Kunikida was screaming, “you! Where the hell were you?!” Dazai threw his only free hand up in defense, flicking the cold water onto kunikida. “I was busy! But while I was stuck at the base,  I was able to make everyone some food. Chicken yaki udon, tons of it.” 

He unzipped the two insulated bags and grabbed the multiple plastic containers full of delicious looking noodles. The tower of containers had to be at least three feet high. In a smaller and separate container, he had daifuku, something he specially made for his definitely-should-be-diabetic-friend. 

Belladonna was grabbing bowls for everyone while the cafe owner was grabbing some water. After 20 minutes of getting situated, people were taking up all the booths, the seats at the cafe window, some were standing, Kenji and Chuuya had grabbed some of the chairs from the upstairs. Once everyone was settled, there was a cat. Haruno picked her beloved cat up. “Hi mii-chan, you disappeared again! You made me so worried…” Fukuzawa recognized the cat easily. It was his mentor after all and the strongest ability user in the world. 

“Hello, sensei.” Dazai nodded at the cat, almost like a playful bow. Fukuzawa went wide-eyed. How in the world did he know? Naomi was curious, “why did you call mii-chan sensei?” Dazai grinned and quickly glanced over to the president. “He just seems like a wise cat.”

Kunikida could not believe Dazai took the liberty to make the entire office and the cafe workers food. It was an utter shock that the food was incredibly good. Today feels like a fever dream. Everyone had enough food, some were even getting seconds and thirds. Was this really the true nature of the man? We were shown videos of him when he was a mafioso, but was he truly a simple errand boy? Him and the executives fight, was there something he had missed?

 He  was in the back of the small crowd, it was hard to hear. He also has some sort of lover, or really close friend..

“Damn, I missed this food.” Chuuya was onto his 4th bowl. How much can that small man eat? “You’ve had his food before mr. fancy hat?” this was asked by Kenji, he was sitting in front of chuuya’s chair. “I’ve had that idiot's food multiple times, him and Saki used to prepare feasts for the entire port mafia during an executives or the bosses birthday. I hate to admit it, but those were the best meals of my life.” 

He had finally set down his bowl. Some of the secretaries were a bit confused on who the girl was. Dazai knew Chuuya wouldn’t openly say that, he figured he must've shown them something. With the snow piling up the doors, Ranpo probably had gotten bored. 

Dazai sat in the booth with mii-chan sitting on his lap with a constant hand running against his fur. He was really enjoying retirement. Just then, a shot rang out. Chuuya immediately stopped it right before it hit Dazai’s head. “Well would you look at that… someone really wants the great dazai dead.” At the same moment, Dazai got a text. A photo. A photo of the Tsushima family. He looked to where the shot came from, they fell off the building and were dead on the snow covered roof of the building below. 

Just what the hell was going on?

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Ranpo said, “the shooter’s dead, unfortunately we can no longer question them.” some of the people were mortified, they had just seen the body fall and hit the ground. Everyone was wondering who the person was and why they were shooting at dazai. Dazai and Natsume were wondering how they got dazai’s number and a picture of the tsushima family. 

It was decided to call the cops, it wasn’t a big enough case for the armed detective agency but they were willing to take it if needed. Still, they scoped out the area just for precautions. No one was there besides the body on the ground being surrounded by police. Mii-chan decided it would be best if he went to comfort his owner. She was remaining pretty cool about the situation but internally everyone knew she was panicking.

“Dazai, do you recognize that person?” Kunikida was worried for his partner. Someone had it out for them. “Probably some psycho who got mad about me asking his wife to commit a double suicide with me! I can not think of any other reason!” he was met with yelling and complaints about how he should not joke at a time like this. 

Later that day, the president was standing by all the desks asking everyone to listen up. “Someone put out a bounty on Dazai’s head.” It was so quiet you couldn't even hear ranpo eating. Kunikida had snapped a pen out of pure shock instead of his usual anger. “Like they did with me… but that was from the Guild, who would target Dazai? How much even is it?”

 Fukuzawa put his head down. They all knew this wasn’t good. “We don’t have many details, all we know is that Saki Yamada, a close friend of Dazai as we all know, has a 10 billion, but only if she is returned alive. Dazai’s on the other hand is 15 billion yen, dead or alive.”

That was over double what Atsushi’s was. “Holy shit! Someone really wants that waste of bandages dead! But that doesn’t make sense what Saki has to do with anything.” Chuuya was trying to keep his composure in the serious situation, but he couldn’t help but let a few laughs slip out. “Wait, wait, wait, so let me get this straight, the girl in the videos of Dazai was that missing girl, both of them have huge bounties on their heads and we have no idea about the details?” Tanizaki was…freaking out.  

Ranpo was figuring things out. He knew Saki was his sister, he knew they were well known in the mafia and he had suspicions of a fake identity. He opened up a bottle of soda and drank out of it before speaking.  “Dazai, what’s your real name?” This hit hard. “Well whatever do you mean? It’s Osamu Dazai of course.” 

“No it isn’t.” 

Things were really getting heavy inside the agency office. Ever since chuuya joined in to help with the case, they haven’t been able to catch a break. “Now that I think about it, Saki once called him “Shu” I thought it was just a nickname, but this is the asshole we’re talking about.” 

A quick Ranpo pov

I was thinking. Shu, that is a nickname, a shortened version of a name rather than some silly pet name. What “Shu” in the world would have to hide their real identity. Was it for fun? No this is Dazai we’re talking about, he may be incredibly smart and thorough but he can be lazy and he wouldn’t change his identity for fun. He got a text when we were in the cafe during the time he got shot at. It was a picture I couldn’t see from where I was sitting. He also has Saki, his twin sister but she also has a different name most likely. He’s 22, born on June 19th. What person named Shu was born during that day? He was in the mafia as well, from a young age if I deducted correctly which I in no doubt have. 

 One name comes to mind. Shuji Tsushima and his twin sister Satomi. Explosions supposedly killed the entire mafioso family 15 years ago which would put them around 8 years old. He was smiling at me, he knows I’ve figured it out. 

Pov end

Ranpo’s half drank soda was dropped and shattered on the floor. “Ranpo? What is it…?” Atsushi was getting a little scared. “Dazai, tell me I’m wrong. Tell me this is one of the few times I am ever wrong. Tell me I've miscalculated or something.” Dazai grinned. “You figured it out without even using Ultra deduction. You didn’t miscalculate a thing.” 

Fukuzawa figured it out based on his own wit and Ranpo’s reaction. He didn’t want to believe it. “Tanizaki, Chuuya, Kyouka. One of you must be with dazai at all times. No one is permitted to bring any of this up to anyone nor speak of it until things blow over. Do I make myself clear?” 

“Yes Sir!” 

That night, Dazai had no other choice but to stick with Chuuya on the way home. The ginger was carrying him with his ability and didn’t put him down till they stepped through the door. “Because of the president’s orders, either we sleep in the same room, no excuses.” Dazai whined. Unlike him, his partner actually followed commands. 

“But whyyyyy?~ I'm fine on my own! Are you doubting me? How mean of you chibi…” dazai dramatically collapsed onto the couch. “I barely know what the fucks going on, but you and that little linchpin do. I was ordered to work temporarily with the agency which means I follow your guys president. He told me to make sure you aren't alone and when that shot rang out, you didn't even flinch, if i didn't stop the bullet,  you would have let yourself get shot” dazai grinned.

 “I didn't move cause I knew you'd be a good dog…” chuuya grabbed dazai by the collar and drug him into the bedroom. “You're insufferable.”

The next morning was surprisingly peaceful. Dazai woke up first. He was forced to sleep on the floor of his own bedroom as chuuya refused to share no matter how much Dazai had teased him. It was still very early and he was bored. Unfortunately, he couldn't leave the room without chuuya noticing and when he would notice, it would result in scolding. 

So, he decided to sit against the wall and work on the cases they had been missing. Well, at least the reports. He was trying his best not to accidentally wake up the sleeping man. He was like a princess who needed his beauty sleep and is a beast when he’s too tired, Dazai knew that all too well. 

It was 6:30 am when Chuuya's alarm went off. He sat up rubbing his eyes, spotting dazai who was sitting on the laptop. It was too early. Chuuya flopped back onto the pillow. 

“Mackerel, you hungry?” chuuya wasn't very hungry and if they didn’t eat breakfast, it gave him a little more sleep time. “Nope” chuuya lifted the blanket back over himself and turned over. “Do something right for once and wake me up at 7:30.” Dazai listened, it meant more peace. 

When 7:30 rolled around, dazai woke up Chuuya by slipping a couple ice cubes down his shirt.  Reluctantly, they both got dressed and headed to the agency. Although they screamed at each other for 15 minutes, they got through it. Chuuya practically stomped into the office while dazai had his headphones on and was singing his suicide song. 

Everyone was slowly adjusting to Dazai actually coming in on time. It was something no one in the office was used to. Three of the agency’s members had to follow him around like a dog as well. So, because everyone was doing work, he was just stuck in the office as usual and couldn’t go out or leave early unless he convinced someone.

 A few hours have passed. Dazai was doing a couple papers out of pure boredom. Yosano was busy organizing her medical supplies after her recent restocks, everyone was doing their work, kunikida managed to ignore dazai for once. It hurt him a little to be ignored, it made him feel like the child he was when he was out in the streets with his sister. 

Nonetheless, he knew why he was being ignored which made it hurt a lot less. He would talk to ranpo as he usually would when he was super bored but ranpo now knew his true identity, he didn't need to know anything else at the moment. He couldn't take the boredom anywhere and started to decide who he should beg to go with him.

Dazai was debating on who he would beg to go out on a walk with him.  Kyouka seemed like the easiest option. Tanizaki is a freak for his sister and he didn’t think he would want to have her left alone with what happened yesterday even if he was the target. Chuuya knows how to avoid Dazai’s antics and he would use it against himto make him suffer.

 Kyouka likes to be outside and she would listen and go with him if he happened to ask, maybe he would make the rest of the day for them. Dazai was planning to possibly get her to try crab. Atsushi said she liked Crepes, maybe he would get her some. They could possibly even go to the theature. 

“Kyoukaaa~” Dazai strolled over to where she was sitting. She was sharpening her blade. “Let's go out and have some fun!” Dazai was smiling at her. Kunikida finally stopped ignoring Dazai and immediately objected to his statement. Constant stuff about how he should stay with the agency since it would be safest at the moment. Dazai didn’t listen. Him and Kyouka were already walking out the door.

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The young girl was clearly trying to ignore the cold, but dazai noticed her slight shaking and took her to a clothing store. She was confused. “You're cold, pick whatever warm clothes you want no matter the price, I'll pay.” Kyouka wasn't sure what to do, this was a new situation for her, even when she was with atsushi she didn't go shopping with him. She was really hesitant.

“It's okay, if there's nothing you like we can go to a different store. Either way I'm not letting you freeze.” Kyouka felt her heart warm a little. Someone was caring for her. She has already seen dazai as a father figure even if they didn't hang out too much besides the sleepovers Kenji had originally drug her too. She found it comforting and went to look through the clothes.

 Dazai followed her around as she looked around. In the end she settled for a thick pastel blue kimono, a pair of warm black leggings, a black pair of gloves, and white earmuffs. She also decided to buy some extra things  with the man's approval.  Dazai has gotten a backpack to carry her clothes around along with whatever else they would buy along the way. They paid and found a restaurant for her to change in the bathroom. 

Every once in a while, something would catch kyoukas eye in the shop windows. When dazai asked if she wanted it, she would hesitate but as she started to ease up to the man, she would tell him he's a little bit faster. Of course this was no entirely peaceful walk. Dazai was a man of high value. Due to him and kyoukas observance though, any assassins were knocked out and turned in before anything could happen. 

Back in the office, Dazai’s work partner was getting restless. “Does anyone know what Dazai and the brat are doing?” Kunikida was starting to worry. Ranpo was sitting in his chair with his hand in a bag of potato chips. “She’s been texting Atsushi, his phone has buzzed 27 times ever since they walked out” Atushi was getting stared at by Kunikida now. He didn’t like being put on the spot and started stuttering. 

“Well, she has been texting me whenever they catch an assassin, but the stuff they have been doing doesn't seem like Dazai at all.” Yosano peaked out of her office. “What do you mean?” The boy scrolled through the messages. “They’ve only been out for an hour and he spent 77 thousand yen ($500 USD) on her...” Kunikida blew up. “Where the hell did he get that money?! He hasn’t paid the cafe his debt and he is always leeching off me!” 

“Dazai, where are we going?” She didn’t get an answer. “Can you keep a secret?” She looked at him with awe and nodded. They were in some sort of studio. Although it was closed, they went in through the back door. Dazai had unlocked it with a key. They went inside a studio room where he asked the girl what instrument he should play. She pointed at a Ukulele and asked what was going on.

 “You always seem like you want to join in when I sing at the sleepovers, so this is your chance to make your own with me. You don’t have to, just tell me and you can instead watch me record one I've been working on, kid.” 

She was nervous, but sat down on the stool where the microphone was. Dazai smiled. “Just make sure this stays between us, okay?” She nodded. The man gave her a pair of headphones and started the recording. She didn’t know what to sing about. Thinking back to all of Dazai’s songs, they were almost all memories or a strong emotion. That's what she chose.

Tea leaves - Madilyn Mei

Dazai started with a soft tune to get her started. After she got comfortable, he would follow her voice. 

“Tea leaves sit at the bottom of my cup, I hate the taste but I'm sick…”

She closed her eyes to just focus on the memory she was thinking about. Dazai did the same, but instead he was listening to the angelic child before him.

“You heat it and I hold it, mostly just to warm my hands; I’m more of a hot cocoa kid…”

Dazai made a mental note of that, she liked hot cocoa. Of course she did, her and ranpo were united by one thing, sweets. It only happened a few times, but he had seen ranpo sneaking Kyouka some candy when she seemed a little down. 

“...you could never swallow pills when you were young, but now you seem to have no problem…

Tea leaves sit at the bottom of my cup, you ask me “Jelly, Jam or Butter?” youre busy in the other room doing who knows what - bread burns but you make another…

Smoke from the toast is a breath of fresh air…

Why does everyone place faith in the future?”

Dazai wondered that too at one point. It took some time with the agency to figure out why, and some day, atsushi and the rest of the workers will show her the same reason of why. 

“Looking for umbrellas for when the drought is done, we found a pretty one on the computer…

I dont understand why you hurt you when you take such good care of me~

…Am I allowed to be sad about these things?” 

Dazai set the instrument down and went to stop the recording. “How was it..?” she asked. He picked her up and spun around, “you did great! Should we head back now?” She nodded. He grabbed his bag and headed out the door, locking it behind them. They walked through the busy streets of Yokohama. It was snowing again. This time, the girl wasn’t cold. The laziest man in the agency bought her warm clothes and helped her deeply. They walked silently. 

“You are allowed to be upset about those things.” Kyouka looked up at him, she was holding onto his coat to ensure they were not separated. “Do you remember when you thought assassins couldn’t become good people?” She nodded, keeping her silence. Suddenly he changed directions and headed towards a flower shop. The only thing he said was to follow him. 

Dazai bought a small bouquet of flowers and they headed towards the cemetery. Up on a hill under a tree, they sat at a grave. He set the flowers down and pulled out a small bottle of whiskey, poured two shots and drank one. The other was left next to the flowers, the bottle went back into his bag. 

“This is odasaku.” Kyouka sat beside him to listen. “He was also an assassin. A talented one. I’m not sure how many people he killed, I only know that it was a pretty decent amount. He met a wise man. That man had made Odasaku realize his dream of being a writer. I'm not entirely sure if that’s why he stopped killing but I know it was around that time. He saved my life. He was a rookie rank in the mafia because of his refusal to kill, but if he did, he would be top executive. Anyways, before you had joined the mafia, there was a group who had a leader who desperately wanted Odasaku to kill him and his troops.” 

Dazai paused. Beside him, the girl was listening attentively. He felt stupid for telling this story to a child, but maybe it would help her. A tear streamed down his cheek, a small one, barely noticeable. 

“He went in alone, when I had gotten there they had shot each other and he died in my arms. I still remember his words to me, the blood that stained my hands. I’m sure that is something you can relate to.” Kyouka nodded. “He told me to become a good man, be someone that protected people, maybe even help out some orphans” he nudged the girl. 

“I was no errand boy in the port mafia. I was an executive. I have done many things wrong, including what has happened between Akutagawa and I. I can not erase that, just as we can not erase the memories of the people we have murdered. Just know, an assassin can change. If you don’t believe me, think of it in terms of the people in the agency.” 

Kyouka was holding the bunny he had bought her. She believed he had changed. “What do you think of Fukuzawa, Yosano and Atsushi?” She thought about it for a moment. “The president is very kind… he has a clear interest in cats, which is cute. Yosano can be scary but she is very kind and cares for everyone. Atsushi saved me. He sleeps in the closet so I can have the room. He sacrificed himself for me when we met on the train for the first time.” Dazai smiled. 

“The president was once an assassin as well, Yosano was once a military doctor and because she tried stopping her ability usage for a good reason, the men she had saved had lived but were suffering. In a way she had killed people mentally. When I found Atsushi, he was hungry from being thrown out of the orphanage he talks about so much. He was kicked out because he did not have control over his ability, much like you. Unknowingly, he turned into the tiger at night and killed people. All these people changed from “assassins” to people you seem to admire. You are one of those people. Do not forget that”

Kyouka had tears streaming down her face. Had he really just given that entire speech to tell her she wasn’t alone? He had. “You changed too, thank you for today.” Dazai was surprised to hear this but it made his heart warm. 

He laid his hand on her shoulder and they walked back to the agency. Surprisingly, there were no assassins on the way back nor at the cemetery. Was it possible they had listened to what he had said and gotten scared, or felt pity? Possibly.

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 Dazai and Kyouka walked into the cafe. The owner waved hello. They nodded back and began walking up the stairs. They opened the door to the agency and dazai erupted with cheer. “Heyyyy!~ We’re back!” Atsushi greeted him kindly. 

Kyouka was still tightly holding her bunny. Naomi was obsessing over how adorable he looked. Dazai sat her stuff by the door and went to sit down at his desk. There was a mailer on his desk. Kunikida told him that it had been dropped off by Hirotsu from the PM. Hearing that, he immediately opened the package. 

It was filled with handwritten letters and photos, ones he immediately hid away. He immediately knew who wrote it. The flick of the pen, the “i” being dotted with an x, the perfect, old-fashioned cursive, dead giveaways. He read it over. He held himself back from laughter and read it again, and again, and again until he couldn’t hold it back. He grabbed onto his desk for support. He was laughing like a maniac. Everyone in the room stared at him. It was…out of character, you would say. You would expect something from the Port Mafia Black Lizard leader would give Dazai something more serious. Was he losing his mind? Probably. 

Atsushi was getting creeped out. He watched this kind man turn into something uneasy. “Dazai, what’s in the letter?” he finally asked. It took a moment for him to catch his breath. “Nothing to worry about Atsushi!” He looked down at the papers before he spoke again. ‘We won’t have to worry about the assassins anymore, someone took them all out for me as some sort of last minute apology.” 

Kyouka changed back into her regular clothes. “Is that why there weren't any for me to stab when we were on the way back?” Dazai cheered, “correct!” He slid the papers back into the mailer. Kunikida was suspicious. Why would a big time port mafia member do something like that for Dazai? To most of their knowledge he was just an errand boy. Of course, some of the wiser people there knew better. “Why would he do that for you? From my knowledge he doesn’t act on big tasks like that without Mori’s order. No one told Mori, I sure as hell didn’t, I was hoping they would take you out.” Chuuya interrupted. 

Dazai smiled. “He didn’t! Hirotsu is just the messenger from an old friend per-say!” Ranpo cut into the conversation this time. “That means someone else knows your identity besides me and the president. You’re only old friends are either dead or currently in this room with us, meaning it is someone who knew you before you became Osamu Dazai. It’s possible that the old man knows your identity, but whoever stopped the assassins knew who you were. To make this easy for everyone else here, we’re going to ignore that entire part!” 

Kunikida’s eyes went wide. “Someone was stalking Dazai before the assassins showed up?” Dazai grinned at their realizations. He didn’t feel like correcting them. Fukuzawa had figured it out as he listened from the doorway. He corrected them instead. “He isn’t being stalked. I apologize for not realizing it sooner. No one needs to protect Dazai any longer.” 

Kunikida protested as he was worried for his colleagues safety. Chuuya was also worried even if he didn’t want to admit it. He had lost dazai before and he hated the feeling it gave him. Even if he wasn’t ordered to stay with dazai, he would’ve. 

Although Fukuzawa didn’t understand why his sensei was protecting Dazai, he knew it was important if he was still carrying it out during retirement. Dazai finally had enough and decided to give them an actual answer. “The bounty is off my head, the stalker is not someone to be worried about. I realized this a while ago. They are simply carrying out what my father couldn’t. Of course, they wouldn’t do anything himself, they just pass the word around. Based on that, they went to the person who sent me this lame-ass apology and she made sure I was safe.”  

Tanizaki was internally freaking out. There was too much information being thrown out at the moment. “That's a really big apology… she also had to be high in power. But, who is she?” 

‘Who is she’ that was the question on everyone's mind. Ranpo was piecing things together. He had his glasses on but it was still causing him a problem. He hated going up against Dazai’s mind games. “Someone no one needs to know about, no one needs to be digging into my history with people anyways. I like to be cool and mysterious! Besides, I’m safe now anyways, bounty gone, no more assassins, someone protecting me from afar, im good! If you’re that worried, don’t worry, death hates me!” 

Everyone was a little relieved. It was time for everyone to go home. Kyouka thanked Dazai for what he did for her all day and she gave Atsushi brief stories about it all. Though, she never told him about the song they sang together. Kunikida stayed behind to work a little later than usual. Ranpo and fukuzawa went out to a restaurant. Everyone else had left. Chuuya and Dazai went home together, it hurt Kunikida a little to see them so close. 

Dazai still had the envelope in his hand. Chuuya desperately wanted to ask about it but he didn’t. He knew he wouldn’t tell him the truth anyways. That night, they got take out and ate in the living room. 

It was getting late and Chuuya was tired. They didn’t talk the whole night. Dazai weirdly didn’t want to. Chuuya headed to his room and was getting ready for bed when he heard dazai shut the bathroom door and the water was running. He snuck into the living room where the papers were all laying out. Dazai knew chuuya would try to read the letters and as much as he didn’t want him to, it couldn’t be stopped.

 He knew even if the short ginger tried to read it he couldn’t. The language was not Japanese, it looked like English based on the cursive. Chuuya surprisingly knew English. Unfortunately for him though, it wasn’t english.  It was French and it was hard to read in cursive. 

He took a picture of all of the papers before going back to his room. Eventually Dazai finished his shower and went back into the living room. He worked on his missing paperwork all night. He didn’t get any sleep that night, but it didn’t bother him as he barely got any sleep in the first place. Chuuya, on the other hand, spent hours and hours on end figuring out each word. He got all words translated, now he just had to piece them together and read the letters. He got a couple of hours of sleep in the end. 

The next day it was quiet in the office. Dazai was free to roam and do whatever he wanted again. No one really knew where he was but Ranpo had a guess he was in the music studio. Everyone else was working on the kidnapping case. Ranpo almost had the entire case, he just needed to think of a plan.

 He didn’t tell anyone else in the office just in case they found something he missed. He didn't want to think of himself so lowly but he was struggling so much with the case and Dazai’s sister could possibly be a big piece to the puzzle. If something went wrong and she was in fact alive but his cockiness caused her or someone else's death, he couldn't forgive himself.

Chuuya was putting the letters together at his desk. Ranpo came over and stood in front of him eating chips. “How far have you gotten, fancy hat?” he replied saying he was almost finished. Kunikida was annoyed. 

“What’s so important to work on that you have to skip this big case? You may be a mafia executive but you were assigned to assist us up close, you shouldn’t be slacking off!” 

Ranpo smiled and walked away before Chuuya went off. “Listen you ideal freak, I’m trying to piece that letter that Dazai got. Isn’t it fucking weird he randomly gets letters from someone in high power who wiped out the people trying to kill him? I thought the ADA was smarter than this!” 

Kunikida backed down and went back to his desk to do work. 20 minutes later, Chuuya cheered and claimed he had finished the letters. Everyone was curious and gathered around to try and read, but ranpo forced them all away. He didn’t stop Chuuya from reading. 

“ Dear, ####### Osamu”

The original name is crossed out.

“I am happy to see how well you have grown. It’s a shame your parents died in the explosion from Arahabaki, a true shame. I thought you and your sister had died. I am glad you survived. I’m sure you already know who’s been watching you. Do not fret my grandson, he is only telling me of when you are in immediate danger or big events I wish I could see for myself. Such as the assassins for your bounty, worry not, they have been erased. 

I have heard you left the port, how ironic. You try and try harder to get away and you get sent back! Now, here you are, at an agency, protecting people. Either way, you have a job to do. Protect the mafia. Do not let it spiral like it did when my husband led. Having that human disgrace take his place is pure stupidity, but at least he has been keeping balance in the city that we try to protect. 

My subordinates have been telling me about your friend. I think we both know how you truly feel about Arahabaki’s vessel. You like that cute blonde from the agency too, how sweet. Unfortunately you won’t go for the blonde. Disappointing.

When I pass, which will be soon, you will get all that I have, boy. My army, wealth, possessions. All of it. 

Do not let Mori find out who you are. He will no longer spare you from mercy if he does. He will kill you, but you know that, don’t you? 

I’m sorry I could not do more for you. Live long and happy my suicidal angel.”

He didn't know what he was expecting, but it was not that.  There were more passages but Chuuya ended up having to summarize, things were so confusing. Army, wealth? His grandfather was a port mafia boss. The one before Mori? No one knew his name besides a select few though. It doesn’t help me figure out that mackerel's true identity. Fuck! If Mori knew, he would kill him? he could not let him find out if that is the case. Dazai trusted the letters without hesitation, she isn’t lying to him. 

He  asked Kunikida to make me a lighter and  immediately burned all the letters he spent so much time translating. No one else needed to get them.

Dazai walked into the office as soon as the letters were being burned. “Wowww! Thes slug actually has a brain! How surprising~” Chuuya scoffed as the ashes fell to the ground and stomped out the small flame that remained. “Shut up you bandaged bastard.” 

Dazai mocked him as he fell into his chair. “Mori wants a big boring meeting with all of us tomorrow.” Kunikida questioned him. “Why are you telling us this rather than the President, or shouldn't I be telling everyone?” Fukuzawa came into the room. “Due to dazai’s association with Mori, we usually handle the meetings together or Dazai goes in my place, as he has…ways” 

Chuuya rolled his eyes. “Yeah…  our big bad boss is scared of a suicidal womanizer, you didn’t hear it from me…” Kunikida was still outright angry, his lazy partner had more duties than he did and he just came back as soon as everyone was about to leave. 

In the end, Yosano got Kunikida to calm down, and everyone went home. Chuuya and dazai still walked together to the dorm. Chuuya was confused about parts of the letter. He wasn’t entirely sure about most of it, but there was a question he couldn't help but ask the thing bothering him the most. 

“Did I kill your family?” The question felt unreal. Dazai stopped in his tracks. Chuuya looked back at him as his fake and mysterious smile faded away. He had gotten his answer. He hoped he was wrong. He so desperately hoped. This meant the person he had been living in the same dorm with, his best friend, the girl he had admired, had killed their family. Dazai didn’t answer the question, he just kept walking. Chuuya followed him quietly.

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It was like nothing happened. As soon as they got to the dorm, dazai was cheerful and joking around about everything. Although it relieved chuuya, he knew it was fake. Neither of the boys could sleep that night. They ended up sitting on the couch, drinking while watching American Disney movies. 

They were both blackout drunk. For chuuya, it was understandable. He was a lightweight when it came to drinking. Dazai on the other hand, was an alcoholic, he would have had to have drunk an unhealthy amount to get as drunk as the ginger. This wasn’t exactly ideal considering they had a “boring” meeting tomorrow. Either way, they still ended up at the agency on time. 

Walking into the port mafia building felt odd to most of the detectives there as they hadn’t been there before. They didn’t have any problems getting to the meeting room in the tall building. Dazai easily knew his way, even if he didn’t have Nakahara. What bugged them though, was how people waved and bowed to Dazai or was it Chuuya they bowed to? It didn’t seem like that, but they all trusted the fact their second-best detective was a mere errand boy. 

When they got into the meeting room, Mori, Koyo and Hirotsu were sitting at the table waiting. Elise, on the other hand, was sitting on the floor giggling as she drew with her crayons. Tanizaki glanced at the drawing, it was very clearly dazai and Chuuya. He found it odd that one of them was in a dress but paid no attention to it. Fukuzawa sat down on the opposite end of Mori, Kunikida and Dazai stood directly beside the president, the rest of the agency behind them, and Chuuya had gone over to stand behind Mori. 

Dazai was biting his lip. He couldn’t lash out in front of everyone no matter how angry he was. The blackish haired man began to talk as he fiddled with a scalpel. “We are calling off the search for the missing people.” Most of the agency weren’t surprised, it was the mafia after all. Even if one person was someone he intended to get back, he wouldn’t care about the others. Fukuzawa remained calm and asked for more details on their decision. 

“It is simply the best course of action, I suggest you pull out of this one as well, it will result in unwanted consequences.” The president nodded his head. Dazai was starting to visibly get angry. He kept his fists clenched at his side as he spoke with a smile throughout the meeting. The alliance was broken off without any complications. “It’s not that I want to stop searching for them, but Dazai and Chuuya know as well as I do that our dear Saki could’ve escaped with ease.” The ginger behind him nodded and Dazai did too. They hated the decision to withdraw from the search, but they knew it. 

The meeting went quickly. With that, the mafia and armed detective agency split apart. They walked through the snowy streets of Yokohama, simply enjoying the scenery. They passed by the studio and it made kyouka smile to think about the memory. Of course, dazai was flirting with women along the way and Kunikida had to repeatedly hit him and drag him away as he pouted. The rest of the way to the office, Kenji carried Dazai above his head. It was decided that they should eat something before heading back to work. Kenji dropped Dazai down on one of the stools where kunikida sat beside him. Everyone else sat in the booths and ordered. 

Once more, Osamu was asking belladonna to commit a double suicide with him but was met with scoldings for his debt. He was sitting backwards on his chair with his arms laid across the back. He enjoyed being at the agency and watching these people laugh and smile. Even if he no longer had his sister and desperately missed her, he was still happy. Yosano was starting to realize that the man was putting up with a fake personality and desperately trying to figure out something to cheer him up. She was starting to wonder how long he had actually hid himself. She rested her head on her hand as she looked at him.

 “What was she like?” The chatter stopped. Dazai smiled at the thought of her. They all looked at him like they were actually interested to hear. All they knew was the photos and short videos they watched. 

“Honestly, i think she would be a perfect fit for Kunikida~” Ranpo laughed his ass off at the idea. Kenji asked why a mafioso would connect with Kunikida’s ideals and the brown haired man was eager to explain. Maybe they would have an actual chance if she was here. “Well, she didn’t exactly enjoy killing, but she did it to have a stable life. She was heavily independent and she loved things like gardening or cooking. She kept steady with her mafia work and never complained.” 

Kunikida was forced to agree, she did seem to fit his ideals and she was a total opposite from dazai. “Say, when did you two meet?” Yosano was curious except she had the wrong idea. She was beginning to think that Dazai had a crush on her rather than the fact they were twins. He was trying to think of a good excuse, he couldn’t give too much away. “We met each other when we were living on the streets, after that we got taken in by the mafia.” 

The streets thing caught the detectives a little off guard considering they didn’t know much of their coworkers past. “Wow! I didn't know you lived on the streets Mr dazai! Kenji smiled. Tanizaki let out a nervous laugh, “Kenji that isn’t exactly something to be fascinated about…” Kunikida agreed with him. Dazai was dramatically flailing around again. “Chill! It’s not that serious, you just uncovered a little bit of my very mysterious and evil past!” Kunikida sighed in annoyance. 

Yosano chimed in. “When I first saw you guys, you looked like you had been on the streets for a while, you didn't have dirt on you which i'm guessing is from when you guys were found in the river, but your clothes were torn up.” This caught a lot of the people's attention. Ranpo even stopped chewing on his sucker. He knew a lot of things including his identity but he did not know what happened in his life. He was a detective, a great one, but he was no wizard. Fukuzawa was also growing concerned. 

Dazai smiled and continued to joke around. “Now now yosano! Don't go around spreading that kind of private information!” his tone was…creepy. They didn’t push any further. Instead, everyone acted like it didn’t happen no matter how much it was weighing on their minds. All except Fukuzawa and Ranpo, they were giving eachother looks and Fukuzawa was going to make sure he found out everything about Osamu Dazai and Shuji Tsushima.

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In the end, Fukuzawa never got the time to question Dazai. He and the others simply had too much to deal with. He had also been reassured by Ranpo that it was okay to let it go. It had roughly been about 2 months. Everyone was down in the cafe talking about the new member they were going to be getting. Ranpo knew who it was but he had been indulging himself with snacks and shooing away anyone who had asked. Eventually, like usual, everyone made their way back upstairs to do work. 

It was around 9am when Dazai had decided to come in, he was only an hour late. Atsushi was happy to see him while Kunikida was biting his tongue, he was trying to keep his cool in case the new hire happened to come in. “Hello Dazai! You’re quite early today.” The man made his way over to the desk before sitting down and kicking his feet up. “Wow! Kunikida’s sure in a good mood today, he didn’t yell at me!” 

Under the desk, Doppo Kunikida was clenching his fists so hard his knuckles were turning white and his short, well kept nails were digging into his skin. He began to stand but Fukuzawa had stepped inside the office and he immediately sat down in the man's presence. Kenji was excited and bombarded the president with questions about the new hire, they only knew her gender. Now, Dazai was paying attention as he had not when the announcement of the new detective was released. He was already getting ready to ask the woman for a double suicide. 

Ranpo was watching his friend with interest on how he would react. Popping candies in his mouth one after another with anticipation. He stepped to the side of the doorway and a woman walked in. Dazai knew who it was with an instant. To others, she was unrecognizable. What seemed to be acid burn scars covered the left side of her face, The only thing that they noticed was that she was familiar. No one could figure out why though. She wore a white blouse with a blood red skirt. 

Osamu stood up and walked over to her, kneeling and kissing her hand. “What’s your name, beautiful? Would you care to commit a double suicide with me?” Kunikida was getting back up to drag his partner away from her but was stopped by the sound of giggling. She hadn’t taken it offensively unlike all the other women he had asked. Then again, she also knew that the man before her wasn’t asking exactly what her name was, rather than the one she was going to use. 

“Satomi Tsushima, i think that double suicide can wait.” The office went silent. Kunikida was jaw dropped, Tanizaki looked like he was about to have a heart attack, Dazai was smiling and Yosano was… excited to have another female in the office to torture. Everyone else was confused to say the least. Kunikida started muttering. “Wait… as in the Tsushima family, the dead billionaires?” Dazai jumped up and spun on his heel. “I don’t think that's something to ask a lady, Kunikida!” 

The woman in the doorway got a little shy and folded her hands together. “That is me, you are correct…” She put her head down and fukuzawa took over the rest of the conversation. “Do not ask questions that are too personal, for basic information, she was one of the kidnapped victims from our case when Chuuya was here. She is one of the only two survivors. The other was the child, Emi Sakura.” 

Hearing the name of the other survivor being the youngest there was a relief for most but it hit them pretty quick, if those were the only two  survivors, Dazai’s friend was dead. At Least they thought so. Their coworker was showing no emotion, almost like he didn’t care. They thought that maybe he was hiding how he felt like every other time, but this seemed different, he acted like he truly didn’t care. 

Kenji was fascinated and immediately went to talk to her. “My name's Kenji, welcome to the office!” She smiled at the young boy. “Miss Satomi, you can choose to stay with either Doppo Kunikida or Dazai Osamu, the choice is up to you.” She hesitated and looked in the direction where the bandaged man stood. One look was all she needed. “Kunikida will work just fine I believe.” For once, Kunikida left the office early. He had grabbed his stuff and taken her back to his house to get her settled in. He had completed most of his work anyways. Yosano was picking on Dazai as they walked out. “I think you missed your shot there Dazai!” she smirked. 

“I don’t mind, having a beauty like that in the agency is a miracle itself!” Dazai was getting disgusted with himself but he had to keep up his act. Ranpo was trying his best not to react. The scenes reminded him of Tanizaki and Naomi which weirded both of them out. Osamu was really trying his best not to throw up. He walked over to the agency couch and dropped himself down. He put his headphones on and started singing his suicide song.

Kunikida and Satomi were walking through the neighborhood. Although Kunikida did not live in the dorms near the agency, he still lived close and attempted to make small talk on the way. “I know you’re wondering why I can’t go buy another house, you don’t have to hide it.” Her voice was soft and angelic. “I am in fact curious, but I will not pry. It is not ideal.” Her heels clicked along the sidewalk as she laughed. “Wow, you really are a man of your ideals! Anyways, my brother has our entire family's fortune and well, I don’t know where he could be. He could be out of the country even.” Lies.

Kunikida apologized as they made it through the house door. She kicked off her heels by the door and followed him through the neat house. “This is the guest room, you may decorate it how you please. The bathroom is the 2nd room on the left side. I cook frequently but you are free to do anything you would like.” She bowed to him as a thank you. “Would you be able to give me the numbers of the agency workers?” The blonde answered quite quickly. She wrote all the numbers down, she didn’t exactly have a phone yet. Of course though, Kunikida never thought of that and didn’t question it. 

She looked around the room. Quite basic but it was somewhat cozy. A queen bed with a simple black sheet set and a sage green blanket over top. There was a small desk against the wall and a decently sized closet. It was better than the place she was held captive in. It was also better than the shipping container, but at least it felt like home. Kunikida had left the house by now. Remembering the conversation from earlier, she didn’t have anything. He had also realized that she didn’t have a phone either, why didn’t he think about that earlier? 

He had gotten basic supplies, not knowing what to get her, he got a little bit of everything. Toothbrush, a couple baggy shirts, Feminine products, etc. He was about to go buy her a phone as well, a cheap one, even if it broke his bank having a phone was essential. Of course, it is not needed for everyone but you need to have some form of contact. That was where he ran into Dazai who was carrying a few bags. More than a few actually. “Hello Dazai, what are you doing here?” 

“Just a couple house-warming gifts for Satomi!” He smiled. “I see myself as well. If you have so much money why do you always make me and Atsushi pay for everything?!” Kunikida raised his voice but restricted himself from yelling, they were in a public store after all. Dazai picked up a decently good phone and bought it. “I need to save my money for a beautiful woman of course.” The blonde man sighed in defeat as he didn’t want to cause a scene. Dazai shoved all of the bags he had into his partner's hands. “Give these to her, byeee!” Kunikida tried to scream after him but it was no use. It was pretty hard to carry home, what had he bought her anyway? 

When he got back to his house, Satomi was in the kitchen cooking. It smelled amazing. It was a pretty recognizable meal, curry rice. Kunikida carried the bags into her bedroom and changed into more comfortable clothes, he couldn’t stay in a suit forever. He came out wearing basic gray sweatpants with a black jumper. Satomi prepared two bowls. “It may not be the best… I haven’t cooked in a few years.”

They ate in silence. Kunikida didn’t understand the woman's worry, her food was delicious. He then told her about the gifts and volunteered to do dishes so she could actually unpack. She helped him out anyway.

When they finished, Kunikida sat down in the living room to catch up on the work he had missed. 

Satomi sat on her bed, opening the bags one by one. Of the two piled, she went through the smaller one first. Basic supplies, but very thoughtful. She then opened the first bag of the big pile, she could already presume who they were from. Bag #1 contained formal clothes. A couple white blouses, a few red and black skirts with a pair of black dress pants and a pair of black sneakers. It was based around the outfit that Fukuzawa had bought her for work. He couldn’t provide much, but he supplied her with a hotel once she was out of the hospital, the outfit she currently wore, the cheap black heels that laid by the door and a simple pair of pajamas. 

She then opened bag #2. More clothes, just different styles. Lots of baggy clothes made for sleeping and a few tank tops. It also had some warmer clothes along with a hat and gloves.  She smiled, she hadn’t even gotten through all of the bags and he had already thought of her so much. Bags #3 and #4 were lots of self care items. A heating pad, hairbrush, pack of hair ties, coconut hibiscus perfume, aluminium free deodorants, basic makeup supplies such as mascara, eyeliner and lipgloss. The next bag had a stuffed animal. Specifically, a gorilla. The last bag had tons of fancy boxes inside. He had bought her a phone, a pair of earrings, headphones,  a black wallet and purse. Inside, there also sat a card and an envelope full of extra money. Satomi knew her brother would cover for a lot of her stuff, but she didn’t expect this much. 

As she worked on setting her new phone up. She read over the letter from Osamu. It was basic things, catching her up on everything he did in the past 4 years, or that happened. Somewhere in the letter, he told her about Odasaku. He was dead. Tears fell from her eyes as she read over that sentence again, again, and again. She wasn’t as close to him as her brother, but she was also considered to be one of his orphans, taken in by him just like Dazai had been. She also admired the fact she could trust him with her brother's well-being. He and ango were the only people who made him happy besides her and sometimes chuuya. 

By now, it had been around 9pm, Kunikida was already in bed and she was free to do whatever. She managed to get her phone up and running, texting her brother first. They were both insomniacs. He texted back almost immediately. It was not a long conversation. It was a thank you. Dazai had sent her a file link in return. When she opened it, it consisted of all the songs he had managed to record and write. He asked her to pick out the ones that should be published for the world to hear, most likely under an anonymous artist.

She layed in her bed, staring at the ceiling as she listened. Hearing her brother meant that she had truly made it out. Of the 14 songs sent, she had chosen 6. All but one of those were made by him, the one that wasn’t, was Kyoukas. Eventually, Satomi fell asleep, phone in hand. 

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By morning, Kunikida was knocking on her door. While she was changing, he spoke through the door and offered her breakfast, but she refused. It didn’t draw much attention as many people did not eat breakfast, even if it was the most important meal of the day.

She came out wearing her work clothes. The red, flowy skirt that reached her knees, a similar white blouse and stockings. She also had some new additions to the outfit. In her arms, she held a brand new matte black coat and a black purse which he assumed his partner had bought for her. 

Satomi continued to mess with her phone as Kunikida packed his breakfast to take to the office and eat. As they headed out the door, Satomi threw on her coat. Of course, they were heading to the office early. 

Winter was slowly coming to an end. Although the weather outside was still so frigid, it was not snowing. They opened the cafe door, greeted by the owner with two cups of fresh coffee. Kunikida paid for both of them, sitting at the counter to drink peacefully. The owner's wife kept glancing a few concerned looks at the woman as she did have a giant patch of scar tissue on her face. After they had finished, they headed up the stairs of the ADA building. 

Fukuzawa was sitting at his desk working on documents with ranpo sitting right across. He had his feet kicked up on the opposite chair as he sat playing games on his phone. Doppo showed Satomi to her desk. There was a brand new laptop with spare office supplies. She thanked him, sat down and opened the laptop. Everything had fortunately been set up for her. A sticky note held her password until she had it memorized and documents sat on her desk. To her paperwork was no big deal, she did tons while in the mafia. She dug through her purse, taking out her phone and headphones. Kunikida was currently working on the ADA budgeting. Although he did not mind that Satomi was living with him, the agency dorms needed to be expanded. 

Most of the agency lived in the dorms, Atsushi and Kyouka were even sharing. During Chuuya’s time at the office he had to share dorms with someone as well. It was too packed. 

He had almost forgotten about the woman sitting near him. She was quiet. Surprisingly, she was going through the paperwork effortlessly. It was admirable. His attention was instead caught by the rest of the agency walking through the doors, except dazai of course. Everyone went to their respective places, Kenji and Akiko walked over to Satomi instead. They were bombarding her with questions. Specifically what she liked. It had been about a half hour before Dazai walked in again, surprisingly earlier than the day before. Was he showing up because of the new woman? 

Kunikida decided once again, not to yell, as he had been coming in and behaving more tolerably. Yosano was growing curious about something that should be shared with her coworkers. The question rang out throughout the room, “What’s your ability?” Dazai walked over and leaned against the desks, waiting for an answer. What would it be, the same ability Saki Yamada had? Or would it be the true ability of Satomi Tsushima rather than the dumbed down version?

Unavoidable force, the ability to change an object's shape at will. That was the cover-up. She couldn’t use that, if anyone from the port mafia had seen her ability it would be obvious. Chuuya knew they were siblings, if Satomi and Saki were the same person and dazai and saki were brother and sister, that would automatically tell him the true identity of his former partner. 

“An Unstable Factor” Kenji was extremely interested. “Cool! What does it do?” She picked a random item off her desk, a simple pencil. She held it in her hand, it transformed into a liquid. Then, it was returned to a solid form. Though, now it didn’t hold the same shape of a pencil, it was a hard blob of yellow, silver, pink, and dark gray. The fake ability she had told the port mafia, was more like a magic trick. To others, the objects she controlled had simply changed shape.

 What was actually happening was Satomi switching the physical state of matter. In reality, she was liquidating the object and then returning it to its solid form as if that is what it had been the whole time. 

She handed the dismorphed object to kenji and he slid it into his pocket, who would later display it on a shelf like some sort of trophy. Atsushi, who was sitting at his desk completing Dazai’s leftover paperwork, asked what would happen when the ability would be cancelled out. Obviously she knew the answer, but she gave the answers with a logical explanation. 

“Whatever state of matter the object is in at the moment the ability is deactivated would not return back to its original form but it would go back to obeying physics rather than me messing with its shape, density, and matter, according to my hypothesis at least.”

Tanizaki stopped his work for a moment, rolling his chair backwards a bit. “If you can change its state of matter… Can you turn objects into gas?” She nodded in response. “I haven’t figured out how to store and release objects from a gas form, but I can easily get things out of my way.” People were quite fascinated with her ability. 

Unfortunately, due to Kunikida’s order, everyone dispersed back to their desks. Dazai even sat down at his desk and was working, well in a different way. First, he texted Kyouka. Her phone was heard easily but no one decided to question it. He told her the same thing he had said to  his sister, he was thinking about posting the songs and because one of them is technically her work, if she was okay having it out there. It brought her a little joy, it was a unique opportunity after all. Though, she requested her name to not be included and it was anonymous as well. 

He worked on the songs his sister had picked out. He would also have to make accounts across different platforms. Eventually, it got close to lunch time and he was not going to wait another hour. He rolled his chair back and stood up, checking his pocket for his wallet. “Satomi!~ would you like to go out for lunch with me?” She hesitated, it was pretty much her first day in the office and she didn’t want to mess anything up. Although, it was her brother and if something did happen to get her in trouble he would do anything to cover for her. So, she agreed. 

He walked out the door and made his way down the stairs as Satomi grabbed her belongings and followed him. The twins walked down the streets to a restaurant that for sure shouldn’t be open. Together they sat at a table near the windows. Dazai ordered one dish, crabs. It was silent, simply enjoying company. Reluctantly, Satomi picked up a piece of crab and ate it slowly. They were frozen crab legs. The place they were at was cheap, scrapped foods, somewhat run down, of course it wouldn’t be fresh and expensive. “Eat what you can, whatever is left, take home with you.”

She looked down at the floor as she ate bits and pieces of a singular piece of crab. Her brother had already caught on. She had developed an eating disorder just like he did. They really were one of the same. Growing up on the streets with barely any food, not being able to use their money without suspicion, then getting into the PM still being limited on their food by a creepy bastard, and then satomi being kidnapped and treated like a prisoner. No matter how much she wanted to eat, if it was more than her body had adjusted to, it would make her sick. 

Out of the plate, Dazai ate one of the legs and Satomi ate a little less than 3, as she had a bigger portion of food last night than she should have. The youngest of the twins had already started to get back into healthy eating habits. Of course he was still severely underweight and eating less than he should, but now he had to help his sister. They boxed up whatever was left, paid, and they made their way back to the agency. Frost no longer bit their skin when they got through the cafe doors. 

Everyone was sitting there, eating their lunches, laughing and joking around. Yosano was the first to welcome them back. They both smiled at her, they almost looked alike at that moment. Dazai sat down at his usual spot as Satomi took a seat next to Kyouka. Naomi was clinging onto her brother as usual, but seemed quite excited about something. “I think we should throw a welcoming party for Satomi!” Apparently, everyone had already planned it out before they got there. 

Only thing they needed was a place to host it. Countless ideas were being thrown out but all the detectives couldn't think of a perfect place. Dazai suggested a particular bar. They served juices there so it would be good for the people under legal drinking age, and it was also a pretty nice spot. 

Lunch ended and they all made their way back upstairs to their office, Ranpo was going out to help the police with investigations, he took Satomi with him for her first job. A woman was found dead in her home. Police had the place surrounded with tape, cars, and officers. Seeing a body wasn't the first time for the woman, of course not. It was a little creepy to the officers explaining the details to the great detective. She kneeled down beside the body, running her hand across her face to close the poor woman's eyes, ignoring the blood getting all over her hands. Ranpo used his ultra deduction to find the culprit, even though he already knew it was a suicide. He did it to just prove his point. 

He then went on to scold the cops. They had called the ADA for a case that was clearly not a murder and kept calling them morons who deserved to lose their jobs. Satomi was still sitting at the woman's side. She swept the hair off her face, tucking it behind the womans cold ear. She then stood up and walked out, tears in her eyes. Ranpo finished up his screaming at the officers, they also hadn’t noticed the fact she tampered with a crime scene. They walked back together obviously, Ranpo was an amazing detective but lacked knowledge beyond that. 

Along the way, he gave her a lollipop, he didn’t know how to comfort people even after dealing with Akiko and Osamu, it was the best he could do. She kept muttering along the way, except it wasn’t in japanese or english. They got through the agency doors and people were immediately swarming them with concern. Ranpo pushed them all away and with one sentence, dazai was taking her into Fukuzawas office for privacy. “Dazai, she's speaking French” was all it took. Edogawa didn’t actually know the language, but had picked it up quite quickly whenever his friend would mess with the others in the same language, and the one time he found Dazai in a dark moment, it was all he could choke out. Why was it always french? 

Osamu held onto her sleeve as he took her to the president's office. He explained all that he knew and the man respectfully left. They sat down on the floor, against the wall. He spoke to her softly, specifically asking what happened. It definitely didn’t appear to be the same person from an outside view. “What happened, omi?” He ran his hands through her hair in an attempt to calm her down, it failed. She was choking on her own tears as she explained everything to her brother. 

After a short amount of time, she became too tired to keep herself awake and ultimately fell asleep against the wall. Dazai pushed himself up and opened the office door. Then, he walked back to pick up his sister and carry her out to the agency's couch. He didn't have his mischievous smile at the moment, as he sat Satomi down on the couch, you could tell his eyes had an unusual red hue. The man took off his trenchcoat and layed it over her like a blanket. 

Everyone was concerned for their new member, they were also seeing a new and caring side of one of the oldest. An eerie silence filled the office, Yosano was covering Atsushi's ears and ushered him out into the hall, she knew something was about to happen that Dazai wouldn't want his student to see. The brunette man turned around and walked right up to ranpo. “Did you know?” It was odd, the detective was hesitating to respond, a rare occurrence. If he lied, the second sharpest detective in the agency would immediately know and would only get angrier. “Yes, I knew who the woman was and brought Satomi with me, it was a mistake.”

For the first time ever everyone in the agency was seeing the man get visibly mad, something most of them didn't even know was possible. Osamu raised his right hand and whipped it across his friend's face without regret. Fukuzawa, did not stop him. His prodigy had a habit of putting himself in danger, and now he had done it to a new member of the agency, who was also his best friend's sister.

 Even if it wasn't physical danger, it was a mental scar that she would never forget. He needed that slap, the one that left a pinkish mark across half his face. Dazai walked out of the room while Kunikida was looking at the case file, showing it to fukuzawa. “Ranpo, that was out of line, I am disappointed.”

Hearing that, hurt the greatest detective more than the slap from his friend did. The only thing he ever wanted from fukuzawa was praise and he just had gotten the complete opposite. The woman was Mikachi Akane, mother of Fuji Akane, Satomi’s best friend in the facility they were subjected to. He too wore a locket, but with a photo of his mother rather than a sibling. 

Atsushi and yosano walked back into the room, it was quite visible what had happened. They had watched the man storm down the stairs and the mark left on their great detective's face definitely proved it. Dazai had entirely left the office and gone home, he didn’t want to leave but he was angry at himself for lashing out like that. Bottles were scattered across his dorm, it was only ever cleaned when they had sleepovers, never otherwise. 

He got himself undressed, leaving only his bandages and pants before sitting on the couch and drinking the remains of an already opened bottle of whiskey. 

On the other hand, it was close to the end of the day. Kunikida picked up satomi, who was surprisingly still asleep. It made him wonder if she had sleeping problems or if she had simply worn herself out that much. Like a gentleman, he carried her home and tucked her into bed. 

Yosano was also done for the day. She was tired, bored, lonely, and really needed a drink. So, she headed down to the nearest bar. It was comforting. Heading down the stairs you were immediately introduced to a line of stools on the right side and a room divider on the left. Sitting somewhere towards the farther end, sat a very recognizable ginger in a black hat.

On the other hand, it was close to the end of the day. Kunikida picked up satomi, who was surprisingly still asleep. It made him wonder if she had sleeping problems or if she had simply worn herself out that much. Like a gentleman, he carried her home and tucked her into bed. 

Yosano was also done for the day. She was tired, bored, lonely, and really needed a drink. So, she headed down to the nearest bar. It was comforting. Heading down the stairs you were immediately introduced to a line of stools on the right side and a room divider on the left. Sitting somewhere towards the farther end, sat a very recognizable ginger in a black hat.

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Akiko walked through the slim area, heels clacking against the floor with every step. The ginger turned his head, raised his glass and smiled. “Well if it isn't the agency's doctor! Got anything interesting I'm missing out on?” Yosano hopped up onto the stool beside him and ordered a cheap red wine. Once she acquired such wine, she swirled it in her glass taking sips as she talked. 

“That case you joined the agency for? Yeah only two of them survived, we didn't even get to solve the case! Of course I'm happy they're okay, but all of that was for nothing honestly.” Chuuya closed his eyes, wondering if it was possible one of them happened to be Saki. “Who survived?” Yosano looked directly into his eyes. 

He already had his suspicions but the look confirmed it, saki yamada was gone. “The one was that little girl, Emi, I believe. The other…” She was hesitant to tell this to a port Mafia executive but people were bound to know. She leaned over and whispered into his ear with her left hand covering her mouth. “Satomi Tsushima…” 

Chuuya almost choked. “I thought the entire family died” He thought about it, repeating all the information he knew In his mind. They didn't have everyone confirmed to be in there, nor did they have all the information of who else might be held captive. It would make sense why they may have found her, but still, it was quite odd. 

Yosano drank the rest of her wine and was about to ask for another, except the orange haired man stopped her and ordered her something else. It was immediately replaced with a new glass. She took a sip and immediately recognized the brand. Heavily expensive, Petrus, but couldn’t tell the year. He was already answering her question before she could even ask, “it's a newer bottle, not as good as the rest but damn it's amazing. Opened an 89' bottle when dazai left the port.” Yosano quickly complimented his taste in wine. 

It was common ground but she felt a little guilty for letting him pay for such an expensive wine. He, on the other hand,  considered it a gift basket for having to deal with dazai. 

“I think dazai might have a crush on her.” That sentence really caught him off guard. Dazai may have flirted with many women but he didn't seem like the type to actually develop feelings. “I'm not sure what exactly happened, but ranpo came back from a case with her crying and speaking French from what I heard. Dazai immediately got up and I mean he is the only bilingual person in the agency but he took her into an office and she fell asleep on him.”

 Chuuya was laughing at the thought, maybe he had finally moved on. “That jackass was being nice?” Yosano nodded, took a sip of her wine and continued. “He came out carrying her and even used his coat as a blanket for her, he looked angry though and I took atsushi out of the room just in case. We didn't hear any yelling but he walked out and his eyes looked like they were red, or atleast one did. When we did go back in we found out he slapped ranpo.”

 What would make him react like that? Dazai may have been a womanizer but that was out of character even for him. If it were a cartoon, a lightbulb would have appeared above his head. Why didn't he see it sooner? Although he was a little tipsy, he was thinking clearly. Satomi is suddenly found in the place where Saki was, similar backstories, dazai being severely over protective, it all started to make sense. 

 Osamu dazais real name was Shuuji Tsushima. He and his sister Saki yamada/Satomi Tsushima lived in suribachi City where the ginger himself had accidentally murdered his family. It was rumoured they had Mafia connections, it would make sense considering the letter from grandma Tsushima, the wife of the former port Mafia boss which Mori had murdered. Don't let Mori figure out your identity is much more clear now. The demon prodigy of the port Mafia would be the  heir and could take Mori’s place any time he wanted if he fought for it. 

Instinctively, he drank the rest of the wine bottle. “I should get back home…” Yosano decided it was also time, drank the rest of her glass and stood up. Chuuya went to stand up but ultimately collapsed. He was a lightweight…and he just downed half a bottle of wine… not smart. Fortunately, the woman caught him before he hit the ground. 

“Chuuya, is there somewhere I can take you? i dont think youre well enough to get home on your own.” should he give an agency member his actual address? Where else would he go? She could drop him off at the port Mafia building but there's a low chance people were there at 7:30pm in the evening. 

“stupid Dazai’s…” yosano thought about it, should she really take him to her coworkers place to leave a drunk man when he's probably already drunk himself?  She would bring him back to her dorm, but recently, Kenji had accidentally broken her couch and she was still waiting on a replacement. 

So, she abided, threw him onto her back, and trudged her way back to the dorm building. Yosano was somewhat strong as she had to be to carry her beloved chainsaw like some sort of sword. Chuuya was hitched onto her back with his arms dangling over her shoulders. 

The ginger mumbled the whole way there. Yosano had gotten used to people's ramblings being with an agency that had two overaged children that she loved being friends with. As she walked closer and closer to the lot, she could feel the pain in her legs. Unfortunately Dazai's apartment wasn't on the bottom floor. She trudged her way up the metal stairs and to the second apartment back, her feet were starting to hurt from being in a pair of heels all day. 

Inside, Dazai was still drinking away when he heard pounding at his door, Yosano was kicking it. Quickly, he threw a blanket over the many bottles and unlocked his front door to reveal a tired Akiko Yosano with a drunk ginger on her back. He leaned against the doorway in fascination about whatever was going on in front of him.

 “Please take him, this is the only location he would give me!” Dazai couldn't keep himself from laughing. He had a decently accurate idea of the situation but it was still so shocking. Osamu carefully removed his husband off his friend's back, carrying him like some sort of princess. Doctor Yosano held onto the door frame for support, registering what her coworker was wearing. “You even wear bandages at home?” She asked as she was loosening her black tie. Throwing his usual facade on, he mentioned that they were some sort of ancient scroll he had to keep safe from the forces of evil, or some other mythical bullshit…

She stared at him and let out a small laugh. At that moment, the light hit something on Dazai's chest that chuuyas coat had hidden. A four colored ring and a locket hung there on a silver chain against the bandages. She decided not to question it at that very second but instead would torment him at work the next day. Keeping up his act, he wished her goodnight and shut the door. 

Chuuyas heterochromia eyes stared at the man who carried him to the couch, he wanted to argue but he was simply too tired. Carefully, Osamu removed chuuyas coat and gloves and hung them on the hat rack beside his door. Just like he did, the ring still sat on the opposing man's finger. Their marriage was accidental and quite weird, but no matter how much they fought and claimed they hated each other, neither of them regretted it or even thought of a divorce. It was possibly because they were too embarrassed, but deep down that really wasn't the case.

Remembering the event was quite odd. They were 17 when it happened. Elise has convinced chuuya and dazai to roleplay with her because she was bored. Mori was also involved. It was early May when a blonde girl with a red dress demanded that double black and her wielder had a playdate with her and Q. The port Mafia boss was eager to please her simple request and let the girl have her way.

 The two children dressed the dazai in a more formal looking black suit while they shoved chuuya into a wedding dress. Dazai took thousands of pictures to make fun of later, pictures he still had and even printed out for a photo book he had hidden. They went as far as forcing chuuya to walk down the aisle with Q at his side like some sort of proud father. Mori took with a Bible in hand to officiate. Both people in the unbeatable duo were unbelievably embarrassed but thankful Elise hadn't invited the entire port Mafia building.

They read vows scribbled in red crayon and when it came for them to kiss, chuuya was hesitant but dazai took the hat he still had paired with his partner's wedding dress, blocked Mori's view, grabbed the ginger's waist to pull him in and kissed him. Q was squealing at the sight while they took photos to be used at blackmail.

 Dazai lets him go after a second or two and places the hat back onto his short friend. Elise ran up to them with a sinister smile. She then handed them a pen and paper which looked decently realistic but neither of them thought too much about it and signed. Once it was over, Chuuya immediately ran to Koyo and Dazai was too embarrassed to go tell his sister about what had just happened, that he had just kissed his partner in crime.

Later that day, Elise sent messages off of Mori’s personal number with the photos they took, along with a photo of her wielders marital license. The brunette came to realize first, the documents they had signed and the wedding they just had was reality rather than a playdate.

Now, dazai was sitting in his living room with the same drunken man on his couch, even though he was no longer in the same organization. Chuuya reached his hand out, cuffing Osamu’s right cheek, mumbling words that were barely audible. The brunette didn't attempt to understand what he was saying but proceeded to move the hand against his face no matter how comforting it was. 

For the next five minutes, the ginger laying on the couch called the other man a moron repeatedly. Eventually, he got annoyed at dazai’s refusal to respond and started poking him in the face. It didn't particularly end well as he had poked Dazai directly in the right eye by accident which pushed the prosthetic into the back of his eye socket. Osamu slapped his hand over his eye and fell back onto the carpet showing no pain on his face. 

When he sat back up, he was met with a sleeping man. Glancing at the clock, it was only 10pm. He took out his prosthetic eye, tossing it onto the nearby end table. Not bothering to change or get up to do anything, he slept on the floor. 

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Nakahara woke up several hours later. The clock nearby read 7:49 AM and the man on the floor was already awake, simply staring at the ceiling for the past 2 hours. Chuuya sat up and looked around at his surroundings in confusion. It took a few moments for him to remember the events from the night before and had gotten angry with himself for suggesting Dazai's place. When he looked down at the man, questions rose and caused his mind to race. How many bandages did dazai actually wear, and for fucks sake how much does he spend on them?

Before either of them could talk, someone was banging on the front door. Chuuya whipped his head back as dazai got himself up and yawned as he opened it up. the woman at the door shoved him to the side and stormed in. Dazai looked out and saw crowds of people rushing through the road and then shut the door, deciding to make himself something to drink now that he was already up. Chuuya was staring at Satomi, the previous port Mafia dog who now had a giant patch of mauled skin on the left side of her face. She didn't question why Chuuya was sitting in her brother's dorm as she shoved him to the side of the couch for her to sit down. He learned against the counter, waiting for an answer to the question he had yet to ask.

 Finally, Satomi spoke muffled words through the hands she buried her face into.

“Mrs. Akane's suicide spread like wildfire and now there's atleast a thousand articles including me… they showed up outside kunikidas house and I managed to sneak out the back” Chuuya yawned as he pushed himself up, slightly hungover from the night before. Tiredly he spoke, “so you got the dumb idea to lead them straight to your brother?” She nervously looked down at the floor as dazai was peacefully drinking what seemed like boiling hot tea.

The man offered her to stay until it dies down so that they can walk to the agency together. She could clearly protect herself, but that extra comfort was always welcome. Chuuya slipped his coat on along with his hat which he rested on top of his messy hair. He decided that going out of the back window would be the best option as there were hundreds of reporters fighting their way onto private property. 

Dazai carelessly tossed the porcelain mug into the sink before going to get dressed. His usual undershirt was a little looser, exposing more bandages that went down his collarbone and chest. A button had been torn off in his most recent mission and he almost never did laundry or fixed his own clothes until he had nothing else to do. 

Satomi stood up and walked into the bedroom where dazai was waiting by the same window chuuya had jumped out of. She looked around at  the pictures that hung off the wall, tons of the siblings from when she was known under a different name. One was of him and chuuya which was sitting on his nightstand. She hadn’t talked to her brother much after coming back, the thought of that caused guilt to bang on her heart. Dazai opened the window towards the back of his room and satomi climbed up and slid down the outside wall of the building onto the ground. Osamu replicated what she had done, closing the window behind him. 

Together, they snuck through the backroads of Yokohama. The entire building entrance was engulfed in people, so they climbed up the fire escape and through a nearby window to get inside. The time was 8:13am and everyone else was already sitting in the workroom. When they opened the door, not even kunikida was working, he was leaning on his desk rubbing his temples. They stood in the doorway trying to read the situation. 

Yosano was the first to speak, “We had a group discussion, we’ve figured out who both of you are. Satomi you were known as saki yamada, the port mafia's former dog before Akutagawa had taken that name.” The agency had finally solved an Osamu mystery. He was grinning like an idiot, although he dropped obvious hints, it had taken them forever to figure out. Kunikidas arms rested at his sides, “were you ever going to tell us?” Heartbreak was in his voice, atsushi didn’t know what to do, his mentor had always been unpredictable and mysterious, emotions changeable in the blink of an eye, he was forever grateful for inviting him into the agency but who truly was osamu? 

They pretty much knew that part too. 

Ranpo waited for a moment where he bowed down and apologized to Satomi for the events the previous day, that he had been careless and now the media was on their asses due to his carelessness. Fukuawa also addressed that hitting another coworker was simply not allowed but due to the situation he would let it slide with minimum punishment. Satomi stood there in confusion, not knowing her brother had slapped the oldest detective in the office.

Kunikida was still in a state of disappointment, he barely knew anything about his partner, it aggravated him. Dazai brushed it off in an instant, they were going to find out eventually, now he just had to work harder to cover other secrets. He didn't say a word as he glided over to his favorite couch and flopped down.

Satomi on the other hand, was keeping her fists clenched at her sides. Her obvious signs of anger gave everyone a clear idea of what she was about to say, anything about them does not leave that very room. Everyone settled down at their desks, trying to get their daily work done. Now that Satomi had joined the agency, it was a lot easier to make up for Dazai's “missing” work. Yosano was eager for some information. 

“Hey, Sato… got anything?” she was smiling, trying to find something to blackmail dazai with. Satomi looked up at the woman who was across the room with  her hands crossed and her head resting on top. Before she could even respond, she was laughing. Dazai, who heard her, was peeking over the shoji wall; watching. 

“he is so obsessed with someone that they learned their breathing pattern” she choked out. Dazai immediately hopped over the shoji, jumped over the desks and leaped with his arms extended,  landing on her and they both crashed into the floor. Kunikida and Yosano immediately rushed to their aid, but it wasn’t needed.

Dazai was pleading for mercy as his sister had him in a headlock. Kunikida stood there in disappointment as he went back to his work. Although Satomi was more professional, they had two dazai’s in the office. Yosano let out a soft chuckle before heading across the hall to the kitchen.

At the end of the day, Dazai surprisingly hadn’t left once.

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 For two months, everything went smoothly. Satomi was almost fully adjusted to the agency and her living status, occasionally talking to her brother. Trauma without anyone to rely on caused a major strain in their relationship. It was something almost no one noticed. Although satomi wasn't as smart as her brother, she was just as manipulative and deceiving. 

Dazai was sitting in the graveyard. Specifically, beneath a tree while leaning against a cold headstone. He heard as Atsushi ran up behind him. His arm was resting still on his knees and he kept his eyes closed.

“Question for you Atsushi?” 

The white haired boy hummed and responded shortly after. 

“Do you happen to know whose grave this is?” Atsushi seemed rather shocked at the question as he crossed his arms behind his back, admitting that he had no idea but could clearly see that they were important to his mentor. 

Dazai let out a slight scoff as he grinned. “How do you figure?”

“I've never even heard of you wanting to visit someone's gravesite before.” Of course, that was true. Dazai didn't really talk about anything personal. “Do I really look like somebody who's visiting a grave to you?” 

To atsushi, that was an incredibly stupid question considering he was looking down directly at his mentor sitting against an unknown man’s grave. “Uhhh… yeah you do.” The answer surprised Osamu, resulting in a smile. Remembering Oda was almost blissful in a way. Though, he did not like the memory of his death. 

He hated thinking about how pathetic he was as he was holding his dying friend, blood staining the edge of his bandages. What would have happened if the man didn’t die right before his eyes? ‘If both sides are the same to you, then become a good man.’ Dazai never thought that joining the agency would make him a good man considering the things he had done, but maybe he had made him proud.

Thinking about it, that was the same day where Dazai no longer had his right eye. Of course, it was damaged and he kept a prosthetic under in case of emergencies, but it was a symbol. He didn’t want the port mafia to see his supposed weakness, so he let people think that the injury was fake and simply part of his outfit. No one believed it. 

When Oda ripped the bandages off, Osamu took it as a sign to not hide and to join the other side, even if it wasn’t the intention. 

Atsushi cut in as the church bell rang behind them, asking if it were someone he had been in love with. Dazai gave the obvious answer. If it were a woman, he would’ve died with her. It was something everyone knew deep down. Then he admitted that the grave belonged to a friend, opening up just a little. He explained a little further, saying how it was the man who convinced him to quit the PM and join the detective agency. 

“If it weren't for him I would probably still be working with them, murdering people without a pang of guilt” Atsushi realized the conversation they once had. The one where they all sat in his dormitory asking him questions, it was the same man.

Dazai walked away, saying he was going to try a new suicide method but was truly going to the bar where he would sit all the way till evening.

Almost the entire detective agency was sitting inside the meeting room, Satomi sat in Dazai’s spot as they expected him not to show. Together, they were all looking over footage of a mysterious fog and the dead body found when it was lifted, murdered by his own ability.

Satomi sat in silence, she knew exactly who was the cause and exactly why they were all sitting there. He may not have been as smart as her brother, but she was quick to figure things out. Naomi was practically strangling her own brother right beside her as the meeting continued

As usual, she was correct. She watched as Atsushi was a little taken aback when the man appeared on screen. Kyouka noticed it as well. 

By evening, Kunikida and Tanizaki were meeting up with someone, Satomi was supposed to go with them but watched her brother from afar instead. She was correct when she had the idea that Dazai was responsible for bringing Shibusawa to Yokohama. It was also her first time seeing ango in 4 years, he had really switched sides like they told her. 

He was starting a mass suicide in the city. A smile crept its way across her face, this was going to be fun. She didn’t exactly like the deaths of innocent people but she was thrilled to have something like an adventure as she had been locked away for 4 years. The fog took over the city. She checked her phone next, no reception. 

All hell broke loose, suddenly, it was like everyone in the city had been spirited away, cars were everywhere. Blood lust was in the air. She stood up from her previously crouched position as she watched Kenji fight his ability from above. She didn’t have to worry about fighting her ability, so she didn’t bother. Yet she also knew she couldn’t let it go and attack others and went searching. 

Dazai was standing inside the skull fortress, looking out the beautifully crafted windows which led to nothing but white void. His hair was parted rather unusually and his eyes almost looked entirely dead. Shibusawa was walking up behind him. “Dazai-kun, don’t you get bored looking at that?” he asked. The brunette questioned him but never gave an answer. 

Shibusawa went on about Yokohama’s abilities that were soon to be his.  Soon after, dazai walked to the table that sat in the middle of the room and sat down. 

“You can't read me can you? You dont know what my true intentions are. Am I really here to help you with your plan or am I using you for my own benefit?” he asked. “You're not as mysterious as you think, dazai.”

They continued talking, or was it berating each other? Geniuses talking in practically a language that was difficult to decode although they were saying exactly what they meant. Soon, Fyodor walked in, calling both of them horrible liars. They all were gathered around the table in an elegant white pair of clothing. Of course, fyoder still had his iconic hat. 

The demon sat down, folding his hands. “You know, I feel sorry for the unfortunate gifted that reside in this city. No matter which of us three prevails in the end,  their fate remains the same, all of them will perish.”

Atsushi fired his gun at Akutagawa who was lying on the ground. He aimed his gun, ready to fire, Kyouka however paid almost no attention to him, not even trying to attack or defend. Rashoumon came out of the foggy shadows. The red an black fabric-like demon stood there as Atsushi’s ability came from the other side and Demon snow from behind. The beast and rashomon began to fight, ignoring their users right in front of them. 

Demon snow on the other hand attempted to attack mercicilly. Then, a figure appeared, having no human shape. It jumped from the rooftop above the three ability users, falling to the ground with a splat as it was in a liquidated form. Soon, it took shape. An unproportional woman-like figure with a white blouse and a foggy red skirt rushed towards them. On the forehead sat a redstone much like the rest of the abilities they had encountered. 

Atsushi shifted his attention, he tried to shoot at the ability but it passed right through. Akutagawa’s eyes went wide as someone jumped from the roof top carelessly, shifting the abilities' attention.

He recognized the woman. Kyouka explained the passageway that mafia bosses had used as she held off demon snow. “Move it, weretiger!” 

Atsushi was hesitant but Kyouka reassured that she would be right behind. He still hesitated. “God damnit Atsushi, follow Ryunosuke and get your asses out of here!” Satomi was there fighting back her ability. 

They ran through a building that almost looked as if it were abandoned. Akutagawa grabbed a kitchen knife and swung it back causing the tiger-man to flinch as he stabbed it into a card scanner. 

Kyouka was indeed right behind them, sliding herself across counters and Satomi followed. Together they all squeezed into the elevator as demon snow was still tailing them. The Unstable Factor was nowhere to be found.

“The fog won’t reach us in here.” Akutugawa spoke with confidence. Atsushi was clueless about anything including the fog, or as it was known, the dragons breathe. He began tempting kyouka, knowing she could easily kill him as they didn’t have abilities at the moment. 

Satomi was leaning against the elevator wall, searching inside her purse. “What's wrong? If I'm not mistaken, you have a score to settle with me. Do you not?” he asked. 

“Look she doesn’t think about you guys anymore or any of th—” He cut himself off as he was surprised at the black kunai blade that was being held against the soft part of the under-chin, something ot exactly lethal. Kyouka was about to attack when she saw the look on Satomi’s face. 

Akutagawa was unphased by the sudden move. “I don’t know what the hell is up with you three but I simply do not care. The Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia will work together in dire times as it is our job to protect the city of Yokohama whether it's official or not. Now stop acting like bratty school girls and get yourself in line, Atsushi. Ryunosuke is not causing harm to anyone here.”

Atsushi backed down as he bowed his head slightly as an apology but didn’t speak. Satomi took a moment to slide the kunai knife up into her sleeve. “Isn’t that unsafe?” 

“Don’t be so dull, weretiger. She had a custom sheath hidden inside, as any cunning person would.”

“You don’t have to be so rude…”

Atsushi and Kyouka were a bit put off by their co-workers' cold and dangerous demeanor, but Akutagawa seems unphased. They discussed what to do about their abilities. Akutugawa was the only other person to realize the solution, killing the source. Although they were able to defeat their abilities by dominating over them. Atsushi fought back, killing was not something they did in the detective agency. 

“Not killing shibusawa would have been possible earlier, but not with dazai on his side.” He said. 

Atsushi was taken aback. His mentor and the person behind everything were working together, or so he thought at least. “You're not saying dazais with him!”

Both of them fought back and forth about the matter. The girls watched the situation escalate to the point Atsushi pulled out his gun. To her, it was disappointing. Perhaps it was part of her familial personality showing through but she was getting bored. 

The door began to unlock itself. Akutugawa walked down the dark path alone before Kyouka ran after to join him. Satomi walked peacefully out as well, keeping an eye on the two like an annoyed mother. 

Atsushi was questioning it all but Kyouka was being intellectual. They all chatted amongst themselves as Satomi quietly followed behind. When they came up out of a man-hole cover they went on to each fight their abilities. Akutugawa had walked into the fog, out of sight. Kyouka and demon snow were fighting with all of their hearts. Atsushi was more of running and mindlessly shooting at byakko while Satomi was dodging every one of Henka’s (her ability) attacks. 

Objects around them were being manipulated into spikes, throwing them around like candy at a parade. They were everywhere. A few hit atsushi as they phased through his ability, causing slight blood loss. Satomi was getting bored the more she dodged every attack. She slid the kunai knife out from her sleeve. 

She was the last to defeat her ability due to her dragging it out, but in the end she shoved the dagged into the abilities stomach, breaking the gem inside. Kyouka and Atsushi were caring for eachother even though it was mostly one-way. 

The fog cleared a little, revealing the fortress dazai was in. Atsushi was still blabbering about saving him but kyouka seemed to know better. Satomi still kept silent as if she wasn’t there. Akutugawa came back, still in one piece. He was insulting him for not realizing why his own ability hadn’t come back. Kyouka and her former mentor walked away together to complete the mission. Atushi was bleeding on the ground screaming out for the girl but was met with silence. He turned around to plead to Satomi, only to find she had already gone somewhere else, he was left all alone. 

Satomi had run off to sit on the rooftop of a building. She watched the sky, refusing to go help the others. That was when the skull fortress erupted in an odd looking batch of flames that engulfed the area. She lifted her head to see a dragon be made out of the fluid structure. On its head was a red gemstone indicating it was part of an ability. The woman erupted in laughter, kicking her feet against the brick wall. 

The dragon grew bigger and bigger as it emerged out of the fog and roared. It was bigger than the dragon during the dragon head conflict, unfortunately, she could no longer see. It disappointed her, but she knew of the solution. 

Sure, her ability caused her to manipulate the states of matter of objects, but she could control its density as well. An idea popped into her head, it was a stupid one but at least it would work. Originally, it had been an idea she gained from Chuuya. 

She stood up and walked to the opposite edge of the building. It took extreme math and luck for it to work out, but she was certain she had not wasted her past time learning this trick. She bolted across the building roof and jumped into the air as she activated her ability. Earth’s atmosphere had different densities, it was something she could use to her advantage. 

Carefully she manipulated her body to have the perfect density to float at a certain level in the sky. Unfortunately, this trick had many downsides. Her current one would be the fact she couldn’t stop herself due to inertia and had to wait until she hit something or tried her luck at the second issue and slowly returned to her body's original density and gravity helped to drop her back to the ground. 

She wasn’t exactly over the scene she had watched unfold, but she was close. Near her, she heard a plane could see an unmistakable ginger with a hat fixing his gloves. 

The door slowly opened and at its entrance stood Chuuya Nakahara. His coat flowed through the high amounts of wind as he stood above the fog. Ango spoke over the earpiece that rested quite obviously in his ear.  “Chuuya, by now it’s likely Dazai has been eliminated. If you use your corrupted form then you’ll…” 

“I don’t give a damn about that.” He stood there watching, over the fog, talking before hung up. Lazilly, he threw his gloves into the air where they were pushed into the back of the air-transport vehicle. The woman tried to convince him not to go but he jumped out of the plane anyway, determined Dazai was still alive. His coat was taken by the wind, but his unmistakable hat was kept on his head by his ability. 

“Granters of dark disgrace, you need not wake me again.” 

His body was taken over, he no longer had control as the red marks shifted across his warm skin. When he hit the ground, it broke the concrete. Above him, Satomi was floating in the air kicking her feet with interest now that she could get a full view due to Chuuya clearing out the fog around him. 

The broken ground surrounded him as he jumped back into the sky and sat there looking like a feral cat. He began to jump around and attack the ability dragon, deflecting attacks as if he was natural. Explosions corrupted the sky which sent him flying into the ground, Satomi was sent back flying a little but she was quickly brought back down to the spot she was resting at. 

An entire building was sent up and it was shoved into the dragon's mouth causing a massive explosion. He was constantly screaming with everything. Only one thing was audible, “Dazai”.  It was wild and progressively got higher pitched. He got himself to the bandaged bastard and threw an antidote into his ex-partner's mouth as he was slowly losing control and coughing up blood. 

A gentle hand was pressed against his face, and he sighed in relief. “You used corruption believing that I would save you? How beautiful.” 

“What I believed in was your disgusting craftiness and stubborn refusal to ever die.” He choked out. Bandages were flowing all around them, fog decently cleared in their area for a short amount of time. By now, Dazai could’ve removed his hand from the other man's face. The ability had already been deactivated; there was no need for it.

It was the only area he could reach but he still hadn’t let go, he didn’t want to. Smoke rose as the two fell onto the ground. Chuuya, awkwardly landed inside Dazai’s lap, ass up. “Let go of me asshole!” 

“Stay still. The fog hasn’t lifted from this area, I'd rather not have to protect you against your own special ability at this very moment.” Chuuya was too weak to physically fight back which ended in him passing out in the man's lap. Dazai caressed his hair, taking the chance that know one would find out. 

Dazai left him alone soon after. Him, atsushi and kyouka stood at the rubble of the skull fortress. Atushi was commenting on his attempt to save the city. “Do I really look like someone who's overflowing with virtue to you?” he asked. Atushi was commenting on his attempt to save the city.

“Uh, yeah you do.” he replied. Both people were caught off guard which caused a slight chuckle out of the man. Dazai watched atsushi as he gave his prideful speech. Kyouka was close to tears and dazai was impressed. The rest of the agency, well minus Ranpo, were walking towards them. Satomi began plummeting down from the sky screaming with pure joy. 

Everyone else was quite shocked but Dazai still stood there with a smile. Atsushi used the last of his energy to catch her in his partial tiger form. Kunikida was too tired to yell at her dangerous action. 

They all gathered back in the office where Ranpo was indulging himself in a supply of snacks. The office was a complete wreck, and they didn’t stay together for long. The entire office ended up going home out of pure exhaustion and getting the next day off due to how tired everyone was. 

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Things returned back to normal, or as they thought. Fukuzawa was walking through the city when he began to follow a trail of blood. Someone from behind attacked him. “Death to the gifted, may they fall into eternal slumber” it spoke. Fukuzawa was determined to stop him but he had been intoxicated with a form of poison as it jumped away into the sky. 

His condition hadn’t improved overnight. Dazai brought up the constant attacks on gifteds around the area, he had a faint idea on who was behind everything. He helped Kunikida and Atsushi eliminate the port mafia from the ability-removing suspects.

“The first to make a move wins, that is what Mori would always say. They won’t wait to act. Truth is, they may have already discovered the attackers' hideout by now.”

Dazai went to the alleyway where the president was attacked, quickly figuring it out. Satomi was in the city when she noticed Mori and the now changed Elise in the air. The car had blown up. People were gathering at the scene. She was disgusted by the people all on their phones capturing the scene.

 A cop ran to them asking questions, Mori immediately put the blame on Elise for putting orange juice in the car. She had seen that man before, but right when she had figured it out, he had stabbed Mori. His hat came off and the black hair fell down to his shoulders. Fyodor. The boss ordered Elise to chase him down, but she lost him. 

Mori fell to the ground in pain, bleeding out. Fyodor had escaped into a nearby alleyway to change back into his normal clothes, only to be missing his hat. Dazai, popped out, wearing the russian mans hat on his head, biting into a red apple. It was a reminder of their last interaction. One where Fyodor had failed to kill him not realizing the man’s almost pure immunity to poisons. 

Dazai was praising Fyodor, using something he probably would have done himself. He tossed the wool hat onto the ground. He tried to figure out the poison he had used on the boss.

“I know what your ultimate goal is. In order to obtain the book you need, you plan to purge Yokohama of all its gifted, but you rats don’t have the manpower to burn it down like the guild almost did. That’s why you tried to assassinate the heads of the detective agency… and~ the port mafia.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because that's what I would do in your shoes!” 

They were two of a kind. Fyodor had admitted that and reluctantly gave up the poison he had used. A cannibalizing ability. Something that belonged to a criminal and would kill both in 48 hours unless one of them dies first. He claimed it wouldn’t disable with his ability, that it would be a risk to his life. 

Dazai was shot right through the stomach. His apple rolled over to Fyodor's feet as Osamu was in deep pain. A sniper was up on a higher building.

“It’s true we’re cut from the same cloth, but it comes down to how we think.” He tried to push himself up but his weak body was struggling. 

“There's just one little difference. You’re right about people being … sinful and foolish.” Blood was dripping down from his mouth as he kept trying to gasp for air continuing to speak. “But isn't that what makes them fascinating?”

Fyodor turned his head to face him. “Dazai, you knew about the sniper stationed here, didn’t you? Yet you still came willing to obtain knowledge at all costs.” 
He managed to get himself up, clutching his side that was bleeding out. He knew what the terrorist was in Yokohama for, what he would do to obtain such amazing power. Something that could alter everything but was only a rumour. 

“The book you’re looking for is a self-contained novel. Whatever is written in it, becomes reality.”

“Yes, that is how I will achieve my goals. Using it, I will create a world without gifted, without sin.”

“You really think you could pull that off; I'd like to see you try!” Fyodor squinted his eyes at him, Dazai knew something. He knew something many others did not. Atsushi came looking for him, Kyouka close behind. They searched, calling for his name which caught the attention of both psychopaths. 

Dazai passed out, hitting the ground with a thud. Atushi hadfinally managed to find him. Junichiro and Kunikida were in the waiting room, worried. Satomi sat on the nearby bench, her face hiding in her hands. Her white sleeves were wet with tears of worry. Fukuzawa, the man who had practically saved her and half of the agency was at a high probability of being killed, and she had no idea if her stupid brother would make it out of surgery. 

Kunikida had tried to calm her but nothing worked. Yosano walked out to where the rest of them were. She told everyone the president’s state. She wasn’t sure if he would even wake up. 

Tanizaki was desperate to try and save the boss, by taking out the head of the port mafia. Kunikida was hesitant, Dazai couldn’t give his insight on the port mafia which was a big issue and they couldn’t contact him. Ranpo refused to leave the president's side and Satomi went to join in. 

Atushi was screaming, the port mafia surrounded the building. The roof had broken open, pieces flying up into the air.  “Sorry detective agency. It’s nothing personal, give me our bosses head and the rest of you can walk out of here alive.” 

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The members stared up at the hole in the ceiling, the ginger’s eyes filled with determination. They had the front and back entrances blocked. Akutugawa had the army on one, the Black Lizard held down the other. Kunikida was conflicted with what he should do. In times like these, it was him who was ideally supposed to take charge, but with Daza out of the league, he was on his own dealing with the mafia. 

He didn’t want people to die and was panicked. Ranpo had walked to knock some sense into Kunikida while he trusted Satomi to keep a watch on the President. He was forcing the President’s protege to give orders in a state of panic. It was his role during this time. 

“You can rely on me! I will deduce the information we need.” He said, trying to encourage him that Ranpo could fill in for Dazai’s place. Ranpo was smarter than Dazai; not by much, but in situations like this there was no other choice besides to fill in for something he wasn’t as good at. 

They began to execute their plan. Chuuya was also caught off guard by the plan. To the mafia, it seemed like the entire agency was blocking the door. He tried to talk to them about how they would fight. 

No response. Hirotsu was looking right at Satomi, not entirely recognizing the poor girl he had helped look after with her face entirely singed. The detectives began to disappear one by one, leaving Junichiro Tanizaki all by himself. “Everyone left with him a long time ago.” 

He put his hands up. “Capture the gifted who caused the virus, work with us.” 

Tanizaki sat against the hospital door without a fight. The chased down the man who they supposed created the virus, only for it to be a decoy. They had gone through hell fighting mere children to gain nothing. “I’ve decided I really don't like this enemy. It’s like up against Dazai.” 

“The Russian gave me a message to pass onto you, do not waste your energy trying to change the rules.” 

Junichiro was in danger as they no longer had leverage against the port mafia. Gin, Hirotsu and Tachihara interrogated him. They were fighting for their boss. He was tied up to a chair in the mafia base as hundreds of men locked the doors.

They were beginning to threaten Naomi’s life, trying to convince him to become a double agent. Gin was a trained assassin who could kill her with ease. “If you do anything to Naomi… I swear, I’ll kill you all!” 
Tachira held the gun to the detective's head. He slid the piece of paper out of his sleeve. 

“Tatami Gatana!” He gained a knife and was now able to free himself. He activated his ability and avoided everything fired at him. He lunged at Gin, cutting a piece of her hair resulting in Hirotsu slamming him into the wall with his ability. Successfully, he snuck out the door and locked the Black Lizard inside. 

He searched throughout the port mafia buildings, appearing in a few places in an attempt to find the boss. When he managed to walk into the room, he raised his weapon. Before he could get it through the boss, Koyo attacked him. “Forgive me young man.”

Of course, it was only a fake. Golden Demon attacked rapidly, he was pushed to the edge of the wall. Before it could kill him, Demon Snow showed up and Kyouka dropped from the ceiling. She jumped back, grabbing Tanizaki and parachuting down. The bullets fired at them endlessly, but she could hear Koyo call a cease fire. 

She took him to the meeting point where they were hauled into the back of a truck. Yosano took care of the man’s wounds as he apologized. 

They kept trying to come up with a plan. No one knew whether to obey the president's order to not fight, or to ignore it and fight. Everyone was trying to decide what they were to do. Tanizaki couldn’t get Hirotsu’s threat out of his head. 

Most of the detectives were leaving to fight the mafia as Kunikida was having a mental breakdown. He didn’t want to see more people die right in front of his eyes. They went to the PM buildings; Kenji practically became a human shield as they charged into the front door. 

Ranpo caught up with Chuuya. He knew exactly how to aggravate him. His favorite enemy, Dazai. As Chuuya had spent some time in the ADA he observed constantly. The one thing that set him off was being the second-best detective in the office. “Aren’t you the one who lost to Dazai?” 

Chuuya growled, jumping off the ledge of the stairs to threaten him eye to eye. “You wanna feel what it's like to be crushed by gravity?” He fell right into a trap. 

He launched himself into the air, spiraling down towards Ranpo, “Do you like mystery novels?” Ranpo opened the book, yellow bands erupting through the area, catching Chuuya into the book. Ranpo got sucked in as well. The book fell to the ground and a small raccoon ran by picking the book up and running away to its master. 

Kyouka managed to find Higuchi, dragging her into a room. Demon snow held a katana to her throat. “Tell me the code to the underground room the boss is in…” her voice was still faint and a bit raspy as it had always been. Black Cloth cut through the concrete she was standing on, causing her to fall below. 

She was ready to attack, only to be met with Akutugawa. He ordered Higuchi to inform the higher ups of an intruder. His face twisted. “Haven’t fought someone with a spine in a long time!”

They fought attack after attack, Kyouka tried to stab him but failed. “You really have changed Kyouka. Your eyes, they're not the same as when I last knew you. Your eyes were filled with vengeance and self-hatred, you had no value in your own life.”

“How would you know that?”

“I once knew a man with the same eyes as yours.” He was talking about his own, something the little protege did not know about. His lifeless eyes that were part of his life until Dazai took him and his sister into the Port Mafia 

“What happened to him?”

“The same thing that happened to you, he joined up with a certain someone and that person helped to calm his desire for death.” His words showed no sense of emotion. The little girl was worried about another attack from her previous master. 

“Kyouka, I'm happy for you.” the only words that had truth.  It had caught her off guard. She retreated, wiping her eyes. 

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Satomi was at the front desk of the hospital. Slamming her hands into the desk, screaming. “I’m sorry ma’am but he isn’t allowed to have any visitors! It’s medical staff only!” the nurse tried to plead, hoping she would listen. “Fine! Can he at least have his phone so he can contact us?” she sighed, trying to keep her composure but utterly failing. 

“I regret to inform you that this is something not allowed by hospital policy! He isn’t allowed any contact outside of medical staff for a week until he rests up. The only thing I can tell you is that he’s out of surgery.” 

Upstairs, Dazai was talking to Tanizaki, on his phone. The president was missing after head went out on his own. He was telling him about Master Natsume. He looked out the window expecting to find him sitting there. He was correct in a way, that calico cat trotted by with a sardine in his mouth. 

Inside the Sardine, was a chip. Dazai held it in his hand, proudly. He knew everything might turn out okay. His stomach ached, thankfully the stitches haven't opened. 

Once he was released, he sat in the back of the truck as Kunikida drove.  Satomi was staring daggers into him as she sat against the cold wall. Dazai was holding Atsushi and Akutagawa by their coats. 

Of course, Akutagawa acted like an obedient dog. 

“You two are going to work together again whether you like it or not!”

“Dazai!!” Atsushi was quite annoyed; he didn’t want to work with the person trying to kill him. 

“Ow! M tummy! Don’t move around like that Atsushi! You're going to reopen my stitches” he dramatically screamed. It wasn't a lie, but satomi was roaring in anger. She knew what Dazai must have done to get his phone, not only putting his life in danger of bleeding out, but once again using his body to obtain goals. It was what they were taught in the mafia in certain circumstances. Kyouka, her, and Dazai knew the tactic very well.

“This is a retaliation mission to save our president, why is he even here?” Atsushi questioned. 

“It’s all part of my plan, just trust me! The two of you are going to sneak into the enemy hideout together. The enemy base is in an old, abandoned coal mine. The interior is several hundred kilometers wide and is equipped with sensors and traps to stop intruders. Our main target is the gifted who controls the virus. Unless we can disable his special ability, both leaders will die. Our secondary target is the mastermind, Fyodor.”

“Isn't this all the more reason not to involve him? These missions are important, and you know how much Akutagawa hates my guts! I doubt he’d agree to work with me anyway!” the weretiger pouted, still in Dazai’s grip. 

He decided to prove a point. As long as the order was from Dazai, the corporation was certain. “Well, Akutagawa, you in?”

“If that's the plan, I can do it.” His response was almost lifeless. 

“Did you know it's been 4 years since you've been under my command? I'm hoping to see you're a little more capable than before.” his voice was reprimanding. Satomi hated to see Akutagawa treated like an incapable tool. Ever since he was a child. She was thankful that Gin didn’t suffer the same fate. 

“Yes”

“...are you sure you're Akutagawa?” Atsushi was growing concerned, Akutagawa hated his guts and he’s not fighting over a team up. 

“Yes” 

“You're actually going to team up and fight with me...?” He looked at the determined man who wasn’t batting an eye anywhere in his direction, just blankly staring. 

“Yes”

“What did you have for dinner last night?” He questioned. 

“Yes”

Atsushi sighed, knowing that Akutagawa wasn’t in his right mind. Satomi laughed at the two as she realized why Osamu was working so hard to get them to team up. Kunikida could hear them, he tried to keep himself focused on the road but the laugh had gotten to him. This was only Satomi’s second mission as the first one didn’t go so well. Dazai had gotten a suspension that day, one of the most peaceful moments in Kunikidas life. 

The truck came to a stop in the forest. There were plenty of guards. Dazai and Kunikida hid behind a tree and Atsushi hid inside a bush. Akutagawa stood right beside Satomi, just off to the side. 

They were working on a plan. Akutagawa finally snapped out of his trance, told Atsushi to stay out of his way and activated Rashoumon. He launched himself above, out of view and cut through the top of the tunnel. 

Satomi was impressed and looked towards her brother for any kind of reaction. He was smiling. “He left you behind~” It ticked Atsushi off. Out of anger, he activated his ability and darted right through the tunnel to his partner without anyone noticing. Akutagwa was in no surprise, he just looked at him with a smirk. Dazai, Satomi and Kunikida left to do their own task. “You know they're going to fight at least a bit, yet you still trust them to work together?” 

Kunikida replied before Dazai could. “I trust Dazai with my life, he may be an idiot who slacks off but he plans more accurately than our greatest detective.” She rolled her eyes. Like Chuuya, Kunikida also had insulted her brother which he wasn’t too fond of, but she also knew how he was. 

They were back in the truck, Kenji and Junichiro scouted from above, pointing out everything they saw. They tracked down one person, only to find it as another decoy.

Both bosses, most half the detectives, and a big portion of the port mafia had caught the virus ability user. He begged for mercy. The bosses were quite lenient with the man, but everyone behind was leaking with bloodlust. 

Suddenly, they punched the guy. Elise and Kenji stared at the tied-up man. Satomi was kneeled beside them, sliding one of her old Kunai knives to Elise. The little girl grinned, planning what she would use it for later. Kunikida stood behind on the phone with Atsushi. Fyodor was nowhere to be found in the base they had captured. 

Dazai had already planned it though. The base they captured had been a fake. In the actual area, Fyodor stood to leave but stopped. Dazai was sitting there. “Hey there… nice cafe, huh?” 

His arm was draped over the back of the chair. Fyodor’s eyes went wide with shock and excitement. Of course, Dazai wasn’t the only one at the table. The other man lowered his newspaper, “I had a little help!”

Fitzgerald. Fyodor's voice was cracking as he smiled. “This is excellent! You used ‘eyes of god’?” 

“That's right…” 

Ango walked in as well. Armed guards surrounded Fyodor. “Don't anybody move, we’ll take it from here, if that's alright with you, huh, Dazai?” he sighed. 

“Sure~ that's why I called you here”

Fyodor put his hands up in the air, excitement dying off. One of the guards stepped forward to arrest them but Dazai panicked. “Wait, don't touch him!” 

The man exploded and was sent flying backwards. He was killed but Fyodor kept his position. He was escorted out without any sort of restaurants. 

A big banquet was held in celebration. On a yacht. Everyone dressed their best, Ranpo was eating already. They bowed when the President walked in accepting the punishment that they didn’t get. Satomi and Dazai were up on the deck. Atushi went to talk with Dazai and Satomi stepped away. 

They talked about the partnership as they watched the sunset. Atsushi recited the deal they made, Akutagawa couldn’t kill anyone for six months, if he completed it, he would allow Akutagawa to fight and kill him. 

Dazai looked at the box of Lupin matches he still carried everywhere with him. Another Mafia member who wouldn’t kill, even if it was to win a bet. It sounded like Odasaku. He slid the box back into his pocket.

“Raise your glass” he demanded in a soft tone. 

“What are we toasting to?” Atsushi asked confusedly.

“To the stray dogs…” 

Atsushi repeated it as they clinked their glasses together. 

Satomi had walked down to talk to Kunikida. He was trying to keep Ranpo in check as he ate all the food, but it was to no avail. She tried not to stand out too much out of embarrassment and insecurity. It was clear as day. Kunikida noticed quite quickly due to the fact he was actually able to read her emotions unlike his partner. 

He handed her a glass of Sake off the table. Yosano, who also noticed, told her not to be worried about her scar as it simply made her more beautiful. 

Eventually, Atsushi went back down with the rest of the group as Dazai watched the sunset. 

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It had only been a couple days, Kunikida was arrested for murder. The little girl that blew herself up when Kunikida and Atsushi had gone after one of the poison-ability suspects. Ranpo had run away, defying his mascot duties to see the President’s protege and then to visit Poe, they solved a case that had almost stumped the man, but he overcame the small struggle. Kunikida was eventually released on false charges.

Soon after, there was a ceremony. Fukuzawa was being granted the Shiku Fetzima award for his contribution and the agencies for protectors of the city. It was humbly accepted. 

Everyone was sitting in the office; stressed. Ranpo was sitting in the President’s office, talking his head off. Nothing on the terrorists was able to be found. Dazai’s hair was messier than usual, his coat was carelessly thrown over his chair and his head were held up by his hand as he kept snapping pencils. The writing wasn’t comprehensible, a jumbled mess of letters, numbers and even some kanji.

Yosano was visibly worried, “Dazai, are you okay over there?” 

He lifted his head up, eyebrows furrowed. “Aweee! Yosano, don't worry about me!” 

Atsushi looked at kunikida. Satomi wasn’t remotely close to being bothered with such a thing. She knew her brother was just going to get pissed. “I’d be stupid not to, you’re a valuable member of the agency and my friend.” Yosano continued. 

“Yosano!~ you’re not stupid! But really,” his voice dropped a little. Without focusing on the conversation, it was hard to tell. It was a more serious tone. He was beginning to crack. 

Atsushi chimed in, “Dazai, are….are you sure you’re okay?” The man's eye twitched. Satomi sighed, she was too tired to deal with Dazai’s falling facade. “I’m always okay!” A lie. Kunikida was beginning to push now. Constantly asking if he was sure of what he said. He was starting to get visibly angry. 

“You know you can always talk to us, Dazai.” Atsushi told him. Dazai cracked. “I-” he began. Satomi kicked him under the desks, reminding him of where he was. Mii-chan wandered in through the open window. Naomi was incredibly excited to see her friend's dear cat and immediately picked it up, carrying it to her desk. 

Satomi squinted her eyes; at the cat specifically. It was Natsume, undoubtedly. Dazai stood up, grabbed his coat and walked out. His chair was left pushed out, scribbles still there. She had no idea what the notes may have said but there was a distinct doodle of a horse. 

She decided to play it safe by ripping out the paper and using her ability on it. It vanished into thin air, a small puff of white smoke that was quickly mixed into the air. 

“Did I say something wrong?” Atsushi asked. Kunikida comforted him by saying it was just how Dazai was. He didn’t tell anyone where he was going, he just disappeared. 

Most detectives began indulging themselves in a serial muder case. It was clearly the work of the Decay of Angels. Fukuzawa had gotten started to help them. Dazai, had not returned. They fought over the case. Ranpo had already gotten a warning from Mushitaro to not take it, but Fukuzawa was eager to help the people. After all, it was what the award he had gotten was for.

They went to search the murder anyways, but Ranpo left, refusing to help. Satomi spent her day running across Yokohama, trying to find Dazai. It was no use. It was evening by time she got back to the office and everyone was gathered around the laptop. 

One of the members of the terrorist organization was sending a video. He was a lunatic by the look of it. A set up, a game of sorts. It was 5:30. Kunikida immediately called Ranpo, it was an obvious trap yet they had already left. Satomi began to frantically chew on her nails, what could she even do in this situation?  

She paced around the office. She had no idea how she could help. What kind of trap was being set up? Dazai was nowhere to be found, but deep down she knew exactly where he was. Outside, was a chopper. Quickly, Satomi made her way up to the rooftop where a ladder was thrown down. Chuuya was there. Something told her the agency was in trouble, deep trouble. 

Step by step, she climbed up, her hair and skirt violently flowing in the wind. After getting to the top, Chuuya reached his arm out to pull her up. “Hello again Chuuya, what brings you here?” 

“The boss sent me to save your stupid asses.” Satomi chuckled, of course Mori had something to do with it. Chuuya had a good heart but he wouldn't do something like this without orders. “That idiot Dazai g–” 

“I know.”

Chuuya looked up at her, of course she would know. “Alright then, we're going to pick up the other idiots from the detective agency. Mori made a deal with the President.”

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Satomi sighed, plopping herself down on a padded seat nearby as Chuuya shut the door. She looked around the room, boxes of bullets yet no guns for reasons quite obvious to her. He was just going to throw the bullets like a flower girl at a wedding. She laid her head back against the wall. “I'm sorry for what I did to your family, I had no idea.” Chuuya spoke in a hushed tone. 

Satomi quickly raised her head off the wall to look at him. 

“What?”

His eyes glistened in the little sunlight pouring in through the window, yet they were filled with clear confusion. Quickly, he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. Deep in his camera roll were the pictures of letters he had taken hours to decipher the unfamiliar version of French.

There was a long pause. “That's not my grandmother's writing, actually I don't think any of this is correct besides the bounty thing, Kunikida had told me about that.” A small lie, although it was almost entirely true. Chuuya haven't pay much mind to the part where it briefly described dazai’s love for the vessel of Arahabaki. Maybe he was just ignoring it or in denial.

Chuuya was growing angrier the more she talked. “What about the explosion from arahabaki? The news reports about the Tsushima family’s home being lost with everyone inside?” 

she placed her head into her hands. “The Tsushima residence wasn't even in the area of the explosion…” 

Silence.

“HA?!” He screamed. Satomi raised her head back up, “I'm sorry, you got information from Osamu dazai and didn't think to fact check?!”  she was in utter disbelief. She thought that if anyone would catch onto dazais lies, it would be his partner. “I thought the bastard wouldn't lie about something like that!” He paused for a moment. A sigh escaped his mouth, “that's why he left the letters out on the table…”

Satomi burst out laughing. Chuuya was trying to defend himself but was utterly failing now that he realized his stupidity. 

Chuuya was enveloped in his own thoughts. questions were circling his head constantly. What else Had he lied about? Why would the bastard even lie about something like that? 

“Why?” he asked. Satomi thought about it. Should she tell him? Dazai would probably be upset knowing Chuuya has even more information on him. Well, it was her choice. 

“The head of the Tsushima house was obviously a politician, well known for helping in the anti-war effort. Some of the pro-war individuals didn’t like that.” Chuuya was familiar with that part, it was well known that Tsuhima was a political family heavily involved in the war. “The Arahabaki incident did happen the same day, but it wasn’t that which killed my family. Reporters were paid off.”

Chuuya was still running everything through his head. Dazai had lied to him, most likely to guilt trip him, but that wasn’t entirely Dazai’s personality. Was it a test?

She didnt finish her sentences. Chuuya had gotten borderline information and it was all she wanted to talk about. Thinking about it brought back horrible memories, ones she preferred not to remember. Quickly, Satomi shifted topics.

“I think he’s a lot happier in the detective agency.” The ginger man thought about it and she was in fact correct. He noticed when they first saw each other while fighting the guild; his eyes had a sparkle they hadn’t had in the mafia. “The tall guy, the one with the big ideal personality, I think he sees that guy as the low-ranking member you guys were always hanging around.” 

Satomi stayed quiet for a moment before she started just laughing. “You know he constantly thinks about you and still wears that stupid ring around his neck” she managed to choke out. He smiled in response. “We got into a heated fight in the agency meeting room. I think it was the first time he actually lost his shit. He was yelling, screaming and actually opened up, even if it were just for a moment.” 

The woman ran her hands through her hair; fingers catching on the few curls she had. He continued, “he said that he didn’t tell me he was leaving because I would’ve followed him. Thinking back on it, I'm not sure if he was too far off…” 

He stared at the glove; ring bulging through. The ring he still wore even though he kept claiming to hate Dazai for everything he had done. Koyo had once pointed out Dazai’s fascination in Chuuya before, but thought he claimed she may have been imagining it. There was so much he didn’t know about his former partner. 

“Let's make a deal,” she started speaking again. Chuuya raised an eyebrow, but was incredibly curious. “You can ask me four questions about Dazai, but I get to ask two in return.” 

Risky. He held out his hand to her, she shook it. He knew the pilot wasn't listening, but decided to take a slight precaution; switching to french. “Alright, battle barbie, what is under dazai’s bandages, specifically.” Before responding, Satomi took a nearby bullet from the boxes stacked on the floor, turning it into a ball and pitched it at him. He quickly dodged and it smacked into the metal of the chopper. “Out of line, carrot stick!” she laughed. 

“You can’t let him know I’ve told you anything. You know how he is. As everyone thinks, it’s…” she paused. “When the hell did you learn French?” Chuuya threw on a cheeky smile. 

“I learned after trying to translate that weird message. I’ve known the language my whole life, just forgot it a while back. Plus, that wacky version was hard to figure out.” 

“Interesting! Anyways… it’s all scars. Varied from the giant claw mark across his right eye down to the burn scars…everywhere.” Chuuya immediately knew he had wasted a question as he had a feeling it was obvious to everyone he had scars under there but at least he had a better idea. 

The ginger thought for a small moment. Another question he was dying to know. “Has the boss ever hurt you idiots?”

“He wouldn’t dare to lay his hands on me. Rintaro was too terrified of what Dazai may do after he even thought of doing such an act.” Chuuya raised an eyebrow. She didn’t bring up Dazai’s until he gave her a pushy type of look. She had also realized she didn't have to use her brother's last name in the presence of Chuuya Nakahara. “He never directly hurt Osamu, physically. Mentally, I’ve watched that fool break down yet he couldn’t actually show any signs of it. He cared for us like a father, a twisted one. I suppose that’s often why he referred to me as ‘dear’. If he weren't so… villainous towards Osamu… I wouldn’t have a spec of hatred for him. Yet, Osamu tells me to hold no hatred against the man; to let him handle it. I suppose all I can do is listen.” 

He had so many questions to ask but he was so limited. 

“Can I save the last question for later?” he asked. She thought for a moment before agreeing. “So, how was kissing Dazai on that ‘fake’ wedding day? Would you do it again?” She was trying not to laugh as she asked her two questions. 

He couldn't get any words out, just stuffers. She planned to continue questioning him but was cut off by the sudden sound of a tumbling car, although hard to hear over the loud chopper blades.  Chuuya shifted his attention and leaned out the door of the chopper and looked down, it was an all out war. The agency was fighting olive green military outfits, hunting dogs. He picked up a box of bullets and started throwing them, using his ability. 

“Hey stupid agency mother-fuckers, Boss told me to pick you up for daycare!” The words he spoke were once again japanese. He grabbed a fistful of bullets, spreading them out and firing them. Ropes were thrown down, the members began to climb up. Yosano sat on the seats, clutching her arm as Kunikida, junichiro and Kenji Infront of her. Satomi decided to stay quiet. 

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Kunikida was in disbelief, needing to be saved by the port Mafia. Chuuya disagreed. Satomi figured it out before he was told to help, the President made a deal with Mori. Tanizaki thought that although it was unfortunate, it was needed. They almost got arrested and yosano; killed. Kunikida reluctantly agreed as well, causing the detectives to enter a state of shock and worry. 

The banging of metal against each other echoed in the chopper. Satomi looked over, trying to lunge and move Kenji and move him out of the way. The katana used by one of the hunting dogs, pierced Kenji before she could reach. He choked on his own blood, the long sword retracted, catching on the wall as weight was applied from outside.  Chuuya looked outside the door, Tetcho was using his katana to get himself into the sky.  “Are you kidding me, who is this freak?!” he screamed. 

He was trying to break down the rotor blades. Yosano and Satomi were desperately trying to stop the bleeding. Satomi was panicking as she couldn’t do much to help. Her breathing was unsteady. She used her ability to stop him from bleeding out, but it wouldn’t help any internal issues. If she did stop all of the blood, it would kill him.

“Tanizaki, you have to find the true criminal. I'm counting on you.” Kunikida was walking towards the chopper exit and slamming the door open. Tanizaki started screaming. Yosano was too focused on Kenji, Satomi was darting her head back and forth, hesitating her next move. He jumped out. Landing on Tetcho, they fell to the ground. They couldn't see or hear what was going on, the only thing in view was an explosion.

The ride was long, silent and difficult. Chuuya sat down on one of the nearby seats, fixing his hat. They were taken to a Mafia bunker. It was unsettling. It was only the 4 of them, minus the pilot. Chuuya wanted to know more, but decided not to push it. 

Filled with a couch, a small yet comfy chair, a table and an infirmary bed. Kenji and tanizaki sat on the couch while yosano took the chair. Satomi, couldn't sit down. She instead paced around the room, biting her nails. 

Mori opened the door. Yosano immediately asked if he knew anything about Kunikida, he only knew of dazai. “Before the hostage incident, he was caught by the “Hunting Dogs”. While unconscious from medicine, he changed hands from the military police to the ministry of justice, then to the department of security. There's no information after that.” 

Silence, just pure silence. Satomi had stopped pacing around. Nonome knew how to answer. “Depths even the mafia's Intel network can't reach. He's being sent to a rather unfortunate place.” He continued. Tanizaki asked out of curiosity, “I thought Dazai was a low rank when in the Mafia? How could he have gotten in that much trouble?” 

Mori wasn't shocked at all. He simply looked at Satomi and smiled. She was staring at him, standing in front of the shelf filled with supplies, biting her nails. Just for a moment, she stopped letting her hand fall to her side. “Dazai has never been just a measly errand boy or anything of such low rank.” She muttered. 

“Anywho!” Mori cheered, clapping hands together. “In return for helping the detective agency, one member must transfer to the port.” Yosano was furious. She picked up the chair she sat on and threw it. The plan was for them to run and go into hiding, one no one agreed with. She stormed over, grabbing Mori by the collar. 

“Was your only aim to get me?!” She screamed. 

“It was part of the agreement.” He said. She fought back, fukuzawa would never let that happen. “He said I could choose you if I so wished.” yosano was in disbelief. Satomi knew it was a lie. She had known Mori Ougai for longer than Akiko Yosano had, although they both shared trauma, the longer you're with a person, the more you know their manipulation tactics. Yosano was in the amy medics for four years, three were after the war had ended. Hirotsu walked into the doorway. He held a radio and claimed it had been found at the entrance.

Fitzgerald was on the other end. “I’ve sent the tiger kid your way.” He also threw out a deal. One to help save the agency. Kenji and Tanizaki were ecstatic. Atsushi was alive and had a fighting chance. Mori was quite confused on how the American man got ahold of the hideout location, but figured it out quite fast. 

Three of the detectives started to walk out, Satomi stayed behind. Mori gave her a soft smile. “You haven’t lost your habits, have you?” She nervously looked at the floor. “Go to hell, Rintarou.”

“I did care for you as an infant and raised you and your brother for five years! How could you be so mean!” He cried, covering his heart with both hands. 

“You took me under your care and turned Dazai into a tool. You may be a father figure to us as we were in the Mafia, but Osamu won't tell me about the day Odasaku died. You had a part I don't know about.” She began walking out of the bunker. Her blouse was covered in Kenji's blood; she hated it. She knew there were spare clothes in the bunker. Satomi didn't want Mori to have the satisfaction of her using supplies from the Mafia. Mori yelled a question, it echoed down the tunnel. “Is he still trying to kill himself?” the clicking of heels down the tunnel stopped.

He knew the answer. Yosano, Kenji and Tanizaki stopped for a second. It was clear they all were talking about Dazai. “No, it just lessened.” She replied. “Did you ever get told about the bomb he strapped to himself?” The detectives stood there in shock. “Do you really think he would tell me? He hates pity!” Mori chuckled as Satomi began to walk again. The other detectives began walking too, questioning everything about Dazais habits. Unfortunately, that wasn't what they were to focus on. They had to get to Atsushi.

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Hirotsu, Gin and Tachihara were talking. Tachihara was acting like some sort of gang member saying the agency should just be taken out, while Hirotsu was retelling the orders to protect them. Satomi walked to them. The elderly man nodded his head as a hello while Gin was staring at her with adoring eyes. Tachihara was… confused. The rest of the agency followed behind. She began to fix Gin’s hair, almost like a mother. The black haired woman didn’t even try to fight back. 

An ambulance pulled up and parked nearby. Kenji started running. As soon as he reached the doors, the vehicle exploded. Yosano was close to exploding with emotions herself. She screamed out his name. “Don’t move!” someone screamed out. Officers were surrounding them. Kenji tried to get up as he managed to survive the blast. It only led to him being impaled by a sword again. They believed it to be a trap from Fitzgerald. 

Gin began to violently attack, slicing anyone in her way. Tachihara had whipped out guns and began to shoot. Yosano ran to Kenji, who was fighting her about his injuries. Satomi was knocking as many people out as she could. A man in a raincoat appeared. The sword in Kenji suddenly twisted and stabbed him further with a movement of his hand. Tanizaki tried to pull it out but it refused. Hirotsu managed to use his ability and successfully force it out. Tanizaki and Yosano grabbed the young boy and followed the elder to a passageway.

They were led to an elevator. Tachihara shut the door behind him, screaming about how he knew it was a trap. Yosano noticed something was off and Satomi had as well. Hirotsu called in to inform Mori. Yosano was considering Mori’s plan. She was deciding on splitting everyone. When the elevator doors opened, they did just that. Yosano went to the right passageway, Tanizaki to the left, Kenji went to the middle. 

Satomi went back up the elevator, knowing they would’ve cleared out by now. She snuck into a clothing store, quickly stealing a pair of clothes. Nothing to cause her to stand out; a dark gray kimono with black embroidery. She started to walk down the street. Crowds were gathered outside an electronics store that had a live broadcast. 

Ranpo was sitting there with his cocky smile. People in the room with him were screaming about the terrorist who snuck in. Immediately, she started running. She knew the city by heart and knew exactly where he was. By the time satomi had gotten there, Ranpo had already been taken somewhere else. Speakers were heard nearby. Most likely it was actually a very loud cop radio; nevertheless she followed it. 

As she ran, heels clicking across the concrete, she fell. She was suddenly slammed onto a checkered tile floor. Atsushi was clinging onto kunikida like a desperate child. Tears fell from her eyes. She decided to join atsushi in hugging Kunikida. 

“ I'm glad you're alright…” she whispered. Everyone around could still hear her very clearly and could understand, if she hadn't switched her language back to French. After a moment, she backed away trying to get a more accurate idea of her surroundings. A few were still missing, but she noticed  the cafe girl and a shy looking man who couldn't make eye contact with her at all. Ranpo was discussing what they should do. 

They split apart. Satomi knew exactly what she had to do; exactly what Dazai had planned. Go to Mori. She left Anne’s room and immediately made her way back to the mafia headquarters. People were busy chatting in the streets as she snuck through alleys and Mafia secret passages.  

No one asked questions when she made her way up to Mori’s office. The door opened slowly, Mori looked up at the entryway as Elise mindlessly scribbled drawings. “Dazai didn’t bother to warn me you were coming, that’s no surprise. Welcome back.” 

“Oh please, I really don’t want to be here.” she replied. 

“Very well!”

There was silence after that, at least for the most part. Satomi decided to sit on the carpeted floor in front of his desk. It got boring eventually. 

“Chuuya went to go rescue his damsel in distress” Mori commented as he handed a photobook down to her. She audibly gasped once she opened it up. The photos Elise had taken of the two men, especially on the fake wedding day. “Have they confessed yet?” he asked.

Satomi sighed, “No. Dazai is sickenly in love with him but he’s too much of a bastard to just confess.” Elise excitedly nodded in agreement. “Three thousand yen they kiss in Europe.”  

A small bet for the port mafia boss, Satomi agreed with the defense saying her brother was too dull for such an impulsive action. 

Mori continued to ask questions. He had moved onto the hobby they had; music. Satomi was shocked he knew. Of course he knew, there were cameras in the ballroom they always danced in and it was quite obvious when any instruments were kept in a locker located near Mori’s office. 

Dazai had a good idea that he had known; his twin however, was clueless. Satomi had always seen Mori as a father, although she didn't like the way Osamu was treated by him. He never put his hands on Dazai, only causing mental damage. That wasn't entirely correct though considering the one day a mission had gone so far south it caused him to lose an eye and chunks of skin. 

Still, Mori had taken them in without question and gave them a stable pay even though it was dark work. “He has tons of finished songs, does he not? I believe you should do him the favor of releasing them. You two were always musically gifted.” A small chuckle came from the woman. She knew Dazai wouldn’t have the guts to do it himself no matter how tough he acted; even if it were already debated.

She switched the topics relatively quickly. “Am I the only one who thinks Akutugawa has a thing for Atsushi?”

“The weretiger? Most certainly.” Mori responded. “I suppose Dazai saw they had incredible potential, not only for the city but for themselves as well. A new generation of Double Black.” he continued on. 

Koyo suddenly slammed the door open. Golden demon was right behind her fighting the members of the port mafia back. Mori had realized the situation at hand and Elise was immediately at his side. Koyo jumped back to protect Mori as Satomi had liquidated the ground below them. Elise kept Mori afloat as the woman kept making holes through all the floors. 

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When hitting the ground layer, Koyo started to internally panic at the spot they were in had no  underground passageways. Satomi knew more than she did. She melted the tile away and they ran through a metal covered tunnel, Golden Demon still covering their backs. Mori was questioning how she found out about these tunnels which only he and Dazai knew about. 

At the end of the tunnel was a thick metal door. It was embedded with locks, scanners, and massive security tech. Satomi stopped at the door, waiting. Koyo was still suspicious of the place. Mori was still dumbfounded,but he trusted her idea and opened the door. Inside, the darkest creature, the cruelest weapon of the port mafia, a lonely child with two different eyes sat on the floor playing with an eerie looking doll. Elise was excited to see the captive once again.

The child wore an oversized white shirt  with pale, mustard yellow shorts. Koyo stood horrified as Mori pulled the heavy door shut. Golden Demon was still kept at the ready while being in the room with such a horrid child. Satomi had no fear at all. Carefully, she approached the small mental case. They put the doll down, a small tear streaming from their eye. The sleeves were carefully rolled up to reveal bandages filled with razor blades and splattered with dry blood. 

Satomi kneeled down and cautiously plucked each blade out of the bandages as she had done many times before. “Hello Yume” She spoke softly. 

“Omi” they cried out and immediately hugged her once all the blades were removed and thrown aside. They didn't know Satomi’s name. Neither the real or fake one was known to them. ‘Omi’ was simply the name they heard Dazai call her during their first meeting where she was snuck down to keep the little lost child company. Dazai stayed outside the door just in case of emergencies. He was also terrified to be in the same room as the little demon child.  

Satomi pocketed the blades, knowing that they might be needed later. She had thought about keeping them the way they were but Dazai was not even in the same country, the only known person with a nullification ability.

Mori and Koyo still stood against the wall. They looked incredibly elegant yet they were scared of the young human who was only a pre-teen. Vampires were beginning to pile up at the entrance. The steel was notably bent inwards. “Stupid rintaro! Now we have no way out!” Elise complained. She wasn't exactly in any danger to anyone but if Mori died, she would too. 

The room didn't have surrounding passages, it was isolated. “Elise, carry her up.” She started whining. “Stupid Rintaro! There is no way up! It's metal!” 

“You're so mean, my dear Elise!” He cried. Golden demon appeared beside Koyo before moving to the center of the room. The blade it held was easily jabbed into the metal ceiling. Unlike most of the port Mafia tunnels, elevators and walls, it wasn't made to withstand abilities. Mori stood with a condescending smirk as he knew someone would figure it out. Elise pouted before lifting Satomi up.

The woman raised her right hand to the ceiling causing it to disappear into thin air. Loose dirt fell onto the floor. Elise sighed as she held Satomi on her small shoulders, floating her up. The older woman held her breath as the dirt above was spirited away as it was probably not healthy to breathe in the elements the soil may contain. When they reached the surface they were in an entirely different area. 

Elise threw Satomi onto the grass. The little girl went back down into the tunnel to carry everyone else while Satomi scoped out the area. No one was in sight. Q was sent up first as they were getting quite feisty against Mori. He was of course second, Koyo was brought up last. 

Q was looking around, taking in all of their surroundings after only being let out once in the past seven years. Now, they were with the person they saw as an elder sister. Mori led them to a nearby bunker, one that would withstand abilities, one that very few knew about. It was almost identical to the one the detectives were dropped off in. The only difference in the rooms was the high tech security and computers. 

Mori sat on the couch while Koyo watched the door. Q and Satomi were sitting on a blanket that laid on the metal floor playing with dolls. Elise was  coloring on the coffee table that sat in front of her master.  The small child was playing with the one that uses their ability while the woman played with a doll made from a few of the many blades that were in Q’s bandages. It was messy and not at all smooth, but it wasn’t harmful. 

“Omi!” Q had stopped playing with their doll for a moment just to ask a question. “What is it?” She replied. The kid hesitated for a moment but was eager to know what was going on in the outside world, so they asked a list of questions.

“Does Mr. Dazai still love Chuuya?” Was the first.

“He's been hopelessly in love for several years and I don't think that will ever change.” She sighed before leaning over to whisper in the little one's ear, “they haven't divorced yet so I think they have a chance…”

The child smiled as Elise piped into the conversation. “Does he have any other love interests besides the crazy orange Chihuahua?” 

Mori couldn't help but smile at the child's tenacity in dazais love life; he was also quite curious. “Well, Ranpo told me that he and Kunikida actually liked each other but Dazai didn't fit his ‘ideals’. Dazai even showed him his unbandaged arms but felt like a betrayal to Chuuya.” 

Koyo was a little annoyed, she didn't particularly like the relationship between Chuuya and the manipulative Black Wraith. Then again, she also knew that they were perfectly imperfect for each other. 

“That tiger boy was fun to torment… I wish Mr. Dazai could’ve seen me make him my puppet…” Q muttered. Mori’s smile vanished, he didn’t like the demon being out of its cage. Koyo had tensed up as well. Satomi had paid no mind to it as she had spent so much time with Q when they were first locked up, angry with Dazai. 

Four days had passed. Koyo watched as the sun was up and Satomi was on guard during the night. The terror stayed up with her most nights. On the fourth evening, Ranpo had called her. The vampires wreaking havoc have stopped. They emerged and subtly made their way back to the port mafia base.

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Dazai watched as Fyodor's chopper crashed and exploded into the tall building beside the prison. When they switched to the destroyed building to check, Dazai picked up his enemies severed arm. He was dead at the moment, yet was unsure if he would stay dead; something he would make sure of later. 

Nikolai wasn’t upset over the matter, but he wasn’t happy. Slowly, the duo made their way to the room Fyodor and Sigma had originally been in; though only one was inside. The casino owner was still unconscious on the cold tile ground of the prison. 

Fifteen times Sigma was floated up and released, only to fall down and smack the ground. Chuuya opted to let the ‘poor bastard’ gain some shut eye. Dazai was beginning to worry. Fyodor was a sneaky man and Sigma still hadn’t woken up. He began to roll back and forth on the ground, pouting. After a moment he figured out that the poor guy had taken in too much information. He was told something similar happened to Atsushi. 

He was more worried about if Fyodor would come back to life before he could put an end to it. Only one other person knew where the book was held. A page can be ripped out ever so often. One was found and sold off to the DOA, another was stuck in the bandages of Dazai’s arm. He slipped the paper out from under his bandage, something that was unseen by the guards.

Frantically, Dazai wrote passages with a pen he had stolen from the security room. Chuuya was in confusion but quickly came to realize it was a page from the book. “Where the hell…” Dazai cut him off quite quickly. “We need to go check the body.” 

The ginger didn’t question any further. Dazai slipped the paper and pen under his bandages as they ran, leaving Sigma behind. The building's fire had gone out on its own. Chuuya pulled the body out of the chopper, only to realize it wasn’t fyodor. He panicked, now knowing his opponent's true ability. He quickly whipped out the pen and paper and finished the sentences he was writing. 

Chuuya began to take his phone out, but it was quickly snatched by Dazai. Ranpo’s number was quickly entered on the keypad. Three rings and the greatest detective picked up the call; startled with immediate screaming.

“Is the vampire king still alive?!” 

He heard the ruffle of Ranpo turning his head and a distant laugh of a young child. “Of course he is! Did something happen to make you doubt my ability?” He sighed in relief. “No, you’re just as amazing as I had believed.” 

Dazai hung up the phone with a smile. They won. Sigma had just awoken when they had gotten back to him. Though, he was still quite dazed. It was time to get home. Mori had already sent a chopper their way - still a ton of time to spare.  Dazai skipped his way down the hallways, breaking more and more door codes along the way. Behind him; a grumpy dog. A dog who took care of all the guards they may run into on the way and then a casino owner close behind he just wanted to get home. Though, there wasn't much for him to go home to. 

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“I wonder what's going on in the city…” The short gingered man finally brought up. Dazai was absolutely sure the Armed Detective Agency had everything handled. Ranpo picked up his call which meant he was still leading everyone. Not much could go wrong with the sweet-obsessed man leading people. Chuuya was worried, but wouldn't let it show through. If he did, Dazai would relentlessly tease him about it. Sigma was quiet as he thought about the Sky Casino. While it was logically possible for the casino to run without the power of the book, the money it would cost would be astronomical. It was money he wasn't remotely close to having. 

They stopped at yet another door. The beeping of the long codes Dazai meticulously entered without fail rang through the men's heads. “Excuse me… uh, sir…” Sigma started, not knowing the short ginger man's name, " would you know of any jobs I could apply to?” The large metal doors opened as Chuuya tried to talk; as if it were planned out. The short man shook his head. Of course, Sigma could always enter the Port Mafia but he didn't want to drag the former unwanted terrorist into a new murderous group. 

“No. I-" 

Dazai cut him off almost instantly - again. "I’ll pay for the Casino to be put back up and running.” he practically sang the words. Chuuya was jaw-dropped and Sigma didn't know how to respond to such a virtue. Unfortunately, he tried to turn it down. Dazais stepped into the now opened room and began scanning for a specific area. “I have more money than people believe. I chose to live the way I do.“ Sigma was grateful, Chuuya; skeptical. “Like a street rat?” He commented. “Chibi! How could you compare me to a rather! What kind of dog is so mean to its master?" 

“What's the catch to that deal of yours, Mackerel?" The casino owner mentally slapped himself for forgetting who he was dealing with. Though they were on the same side, the man in front of him managed to kill Fyodor even though his ability wouldn't let him die. He pulled strings he shouldn't have had access to. He watched as the criminal swayed over to a locker which he somehow knew held the man's belongings.Now,  All he could do was hope the condition would be simple. 

“Chuuya, the adults of the ADA, and I get full access to whatever drinks we want, whenever we want." He said as he started to pile everything in his arms. 

Unbelievable. The man standing before him, the criminal who had as many crimes as someone who had lived for hundreds of years, was willing to pay millions for the cost of a few people having unlimited drinks. “You…would do that?” Dazai was still smiling as he grabbed his bagged belongings. Chuuya, who stood beside Sigma in disbelief, was thinking about how Dazai had included him in the deal. Dazai knew better than anyone how much of a lightweight the ginger was, as well as the fact he only drank on special occasions. Osamu Dazai was playing a game where only he knew the rules and it was aggravating.  

 Sigma was content on not taking the elevator up to the top floor after the fall that he was still bruised from getting kicked out of the first one. 

He trudged up the stairs to the roof, leading the group of men as he carried the prisoners' belongings. The duo stayed behind,  mostly due to the fact Dazai hadn’t moved until Sigma was out of sight. Dazai took Chuuyas hand, the other resting on his waist. He spun the ginger around much like did with Sigma, a classical dance that Chuuya did not know. 

“Dazai, what the hell?!” he tried to fight back, but failed. The spinning was beginning to make him dizzy. The bandaged man noticed the uneasiness of his partner's stomach and dipped him down towards the ground for just a moment. A moment was in fact all he needed. He decided to risk the torment from his peers once they found out. So, he kissed his partner. 

It was a little bit more than a quick peck on the lips. It was the same type of kiss they had shared six years ago. One where Chuuya couldn't process the man's actions quickly enough. Then, he dropped the ginger straight into the ground. 

Thankfully, Chuuya activated whatever was left of his ability right before his head bounced on the hard ground. Dazai had a sly smile plastered on his face as he started limping up the steps. The gravity manipulator wasn’t sure of what to do. Internally, he was panicking, no clue what was going on. He managed to get himself up and begin following Dazai up the stairs.

“We will talk later.” The words were choked out of his mouth; lingering in the air like a sweet aroma. Osamu was ecstatic; beaming with joy like never before.

Sigma’s heeled boots could be heard storming down the stairs. The chopper had arrived. Chuuya managed to finally slip from his grasp and run up the stairs. He nearly tripped multiple times as Dazai followed closely behind, staggering up the stairs. 

Sigma got inside first. He then helped Osamu up. Chuuya was the last to jump inside. He hid his face by lowering his hat just a bit. Dazai was getting an absolute kick out of it as he wiped the slightest bit of chapstick off his lip. Cherry, that's what Chuuya wore. He hadn't changed his taste. The bandaged man couldn't help but laugh at the ginger's embarrassment.

It was going to be a long thirty hours.

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Sigma mostly spent the time in the helicopter reviewing the cost of the destroyed casino as the partners in front of him were in their own world. Dazai was adoring his ‘unwanted’ husband who was desperately trying to get the vampire tooth caps out. One finally snapped off the glue which sent Chuuyas head flying back and smacking the metal of the vehicle. The bandaged man erupted in laughter as the ginger went red with anger. Sigma, the calmest man there, ignored them. He had already been accustomed to Nikoli so he was practically immune to such immaturity. 

Chuuya leaned over to grab Dazai by his collar, pulling him close just to yell at him more. In response, he only got more teasing. He let go of his ex-partners collar in defeat. When his hand brushed against actual skin; not cloth, he was immediately caught off guard. “Hey Mackerel, did they take your bandages?” Dazai sighed, “How rude of them! Right? They let me keep a few but not the most visible ones! It was so nice of Chibi to end their lives for disrespecting his master!” 

The other chose not to respond and engage in Dazai’s antics. He chose to kick back and relax in the somewhat uncomfortable chopper seats.  “Satomi has a crush~” Dazai cooed. Chuuya snapped back from whatever reality he was drifting into. “Are you sure it isn’t a woman?” 

Dazai covered the side of his mouth - though it was for dramatic effect. “It’s Ku-ni-ki-da~” he whispered. “What?! Did she say it herself?!” Chuuya was practically getting back into Dazai’s face trying to get more information about the situation. “No, but even a child could figure it out!” 

Chuuya sat himself back down onto the seat - though he was now closer. “So, shitty mackerel, what was the point of tricking me into thinking I caused your family to die?” Dazai expected the question, but still froze after actually hearing it. Chuuya knew what the silence meant. “You put up an entire emotional act, to what? Mess with me?” 

“A test - I suppose.” Sigma had stopped whatever he was doing to listen. It was like hearing a drunken couple at the Casino. “A test for what? Something to prove you’re still the man you were in the mafia? Though you may be happier, your mindset hasn’t changed.” Chuuya spouted back at him. He never thought Dazai would do something so sickenly, especially while Chuuya had cared for him. “You felt sympathy for Satomi and I, correct?” 

His eyebrows furrowed in anger, “Of course I did! What human wouldn’t feel sympathy for…” he trailed off. Dazai smiled his fake little smile as Chuuya realized what his ex-partner did. Sigma gave up on whatever he was doing after getting distracted and chose to look out the chopper window at the scenes below. 

“Fuck off, you shitty mackerel.” Chuuya shoved his hands into his pockets, muscle memory - in a way. 

The ginger ended up drifting asleep, as did Sigma. Dazai wanted to sleep - desperately. He hadn’t slept at all while he was in prison; a normal person would’ve fainted on day three. Even now, he couldn’t sleep. Though he was near Chuuya and knew he would be safe, he didn’t entirely trust Sigma - nor the pilot. How could he sleep when danger has a possibility of lurking at every corner? Simply put; he wouldn't. He might later depending on who he surrounds himself with on the hours he returns back to Japan, but even that was risky.

Roughly 29 hours and 17 minutes later, the chopper slowly made its descent. Chuuya stepped out first. The fresh air was tainted with the smell of blood. No matter how many bloodbaths anyone witnessed or took part in, the iron scent of the red liquids was sickening - yet there was no dead or bleeding corpse. 

Not many people were at the runway for the moment. Chuuya looked around the area as Sigma helped Dazai out of the chopper. Noticeably, there was a little girl; who was maybe ten, sitting on top of presumably vampire kings shoulders. Ranpo stood to the left of the pair while Atsushi and Akutagawa were on the right - covered in blood. Dazai was now leaning against Chuuya, elbow resting on his shoulder, as the chopper rose back to the sky and took off. The tiger boy was relieved to see his mentor alive and mostly intact.

In the distance, there was a running child with distinguishable two-colored hair. Behind them walked the port mafia boss, a female executive, a blonde child and a scarred woman. No one was exactly excited to see the child as their mind was twisted with evil and cruelty. Atsushi was met with panic but inside he knew there was nothing to worry about. Soon, Yumeno reached Dazai and began pounding their fists against Dazai’s broken leg. The scene was quite odd. Osamu was screaming in pain while the child was screaming in frustration. No one knew how to react to such an unexpected reaction. Chuuya, who had backed away once seeing the child he was willing to disobey orders to kill, watched in amusement as it beat his ex-partner. 

Once they caught up, Mori and his ability stood behind Chuuya and watched as Satomi scooped Q up into her arms. The few who had actually worked so incredibly hard these past days were bound to faint from exhaustion soon. Mori walked back to the mafia base with Elise holding his coat. Koyo and Akutagawa followed close behind. Ranpo and Bram; who still carried a child on his shoulders, made their way back to the detective agency. Sigma walked to a hotel.

The sun was setting and everyone else who was left didn't have the energy to make it back to either of the group's headquarters. Well, Chuuya did but he still had some questions he wanted answered. Atsushi carried his mentor's clothes and Dazai ended up leading their small group through the streets of Yokohama. It was still a bit of a walk but a shorter distance than anywhere else. Soon, the bandaged man led their small group to the back of a music studio. Dazai pounded on the door with some sort of code and suddenly, there was a click and someone had opened the door just enough to peer out revealing a black silhouette.

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The door fully opened and a man led them through the music studio to a different door while all the lights were off. The halls were a light brown ebony brick that had little to nothing on them. They walked past the recording studio - as it only had one and then marched through an open door leading to a flight of steps. They were wooden, the kind that creeks every few steps you take. The basement was the only room with lights at the moment. 

Now that they could visibly see, the man in front of them looked to be about twenty. He wore a white hoodie with gray sweatpants that almost complimented hair pulled up into a bun that was clearly  an unnatural red. The words he spoke were incredibly soft and close to being inaudible. 

“It isn't much, but…make yourselves at home…” he squeaked out in a weird version of Japanese. The room was small but properly filled and organized. There was a bathroom to the far back right corner of the room that was separated by a curtain. Along that same wall was a bed with a desk at its end. To its right sat an end table and a couch. Behind the stairs was a small kitchen that consisted of one pantry cabinet, a sink, one free counter and a stove. It was nothing like Japanese homes, not one thing in sight even resembling so. Satomi sat down on the carpet that sat in the center as she was still holding Yumeno in her arms. Dazai pointed to the closet and the red-haired man began to rummage through it bringing out two spare futons - not enough for five extra people, even with the couch. When the bandaged man walked to the couch like he owned the place, Chuuya decided to use his ability on the two that sat on the carpet so they could be moved easily.

Though he was moments away from blacking out, he managed to lift the pull-out-mattress from the couch that for some reason already had sheets on. Q was making constant comments about the man's hair, specifically how it looked like blood. Atsushi and Chuuya bowed in respect to the man for allowing them an overnight stay. The man however, seemed uncomfortable from the gesture and started sputtering out words. “I- um, well, people should uh… help people?” 

It was an awkward silence as the guests studied the unfamiliar person that was so gracious to help them. Though, it was cut short by the sound of a soft thud and springs recoiling. Dazai had completely collapsed into a deep sleep on the mattress as he couldn't keep himself up any longer. He was used to staying awake for days on end when on missions as a mafioso, but never had been forced to go through a mental fight with someone on such a serious level. Plus, the physical pain is starting to take its toll. 

Satomi was relieved to see her brother finally get a little rest, though knew he would’ve refused if he had a choice. Atsushi would have also preferred if he stayed awake, but he also knew his mentor was worn out. Chuuya was curious. What kind of place is this to the fact that Osamu Dazai's himself would rest? Nevertheless, he trusted his ex-partners judgement.

“What’s your name, boy?" He flashed a small smile to try and seem polite. The man was really hesitant like he was being at gunpoint and didn't know what words he was allowed to say. He began to pick at the threads of his sleeve. “Shiro…Morgan…” he muttered. Atsushi - who had set himself on the edge of the bed after placing Dazai’s clothes on the table - perked up. “Isn't that an American surrname?" 

Shiro nodded in response. Satomi stood up, still holding the two haired child in her arms. “Would it be okay if I made some food for everyone?” she asked. “Eh? Oh! I can make some…” he seemed unaccustomed to such a kind offer, especially while people were staying in his house. Chuuya was laughing, “give it up, lad. She’s a persistent woman and won’t stop. Why don't you set up some futons and show me where a marker may be.” Shiro was unsure of what to do, but reluctantly pointed towards the desk drawer. Chuuya was grinning as Satomi had already started surveying the cabinets and fridge. 

Some eggs, rice, noodles, some spices, an unusual amount of tomatoes, a bag of onions, and some other odds and ends. She set Yumeno down and pulled out a cutting board, two huge pots  and some knives she had seen while scanning for ingredients. Carefully she peeled and diced some tomatoes. Q watched curiously as Satomi slid the chopped tomatoes, a singular peeled onion, some butter with a little bit of garlic powder and salt. 

Chuuya was doodling on Dazai’s bandages and face as Shiro set up the two futons in the center of the floor. Atsushi sat on a navy blue futon the host had set up for everyone, captivated by the smell of whatever Satomi was cooking. “Should we… wake up Dazai?” Satomi spoke up before Chuuya could, “Oh he won’t wake up for a bit. He’ll be ok!” Atsushi looked between everyone and sighed. After some time, Satomi began boiling some water. 

Shiro handed some spare clothes to the tiger boy as he pointed to the bathroom. “Could you change? The metallic blood smells…making me queezy..” Atsushi smiled and thanked him and headed to the curtained off bathroom to change. The red-haired man sighed in relief. Slowly, he was warming up to everyone there. Dazai’s bandages were now more ink than actual cloth. Chuuya had gone absolutely wild with the markers he had found. 

By now, there were five bowls laid out across the singular counter. Satomi had filled up two and handed one down to Yumeno - who was still clinging onto her leg in curiosity. “Food on the stove! I made some spaghetti sauce with soba noodles.” Atsushi walked out of the bathroom in a black wife-beater and sweats, getting his own portion of food. He had never really had such a food, so he was excited. They had spaghetti in Yokohama, but nothing like this. His bowl was filled up about half-way and had just enough sauce to turn the light brown noodles into a muddy red. Shiro wanted to go last, as he was not a guest - though Chuuya ushered him forward. Shiro was familiar with the dish and was extremely happy to have some home made cooking along with other guests. It was warm. 

Chuuya got himself food last. He ended up getting himself a mixing bowl and eating whatever noodles had remained; half the soup pot - roughly 5 servings of food. Shiro was in his own world of bliss. “ It tastes just like Osamu-sensei’s! Though I suppose your’s is much better looking,” He chirped. Chuuya sat on the pulled out mattress, Satomi sat with Yumeno on the cadet blue futon. On the other hand, Shiro sat on his own bed and Atsushi on the navy Futon. 

“So, lad, how long have you been here? Under this studio I mean. I was unaware this building was even owned, let alone a home for a boy like you,” Chuuya mentioned. His mind was, well, elsewhere as he ate and had no problem talking to the people who he had never met before but were crashing at his humble home. Chuuya and Satomi noticed the look on the man's face and the ginger immediately regretted asking. It was a similar face Dazai had made whenever he was about to talk an entire script.

“I suppose I should fully introduce myself! As I said before my name is Shiro Morgan - either name is fine by me. My mother was a Japanese immigrant while my father was American. I grew up with American culture and eventually I got mixed up with some pretty bad people. We were too reckless one day and I got into a car accident when I was about 15. It wasn't that bad but I had my one arm broken and the other dislocated. They ended up putting me on opioids and it spiraled into an addiction. I was really messed up and eventually my parents found out and tried to help, but I wasn't on the path to help myself. It eventually resulted in them kicking me out. I was a few months over 17 when that had happened and I ended up living on the streets for maybe three months before some random guy approached me.” 

He glanced over at Dazai and hesitated for a moment as he tried to remember the Japanese word for ‘bandage’.  “He wore.. eh…  medical cloth?” Chuuya corrected him with the word ‘包帯’. Shiro flashed a smile before he continued his story. 

“I was still high when this weird man in bandages and a ball cap approached me and he asked me if I had a place to call home, which I no longer did. He offered to give me some money and get back on my feet or I could go with him. Though he warned me it wouldn’t be as safe. I had always been a shy kid, but when the drugs wore off after meeting Sensei, I wasn’t as nervous or paranoid.  My parents knew about the deal, I believe he met them in person and they allowed it as long as I would get myself into a better life.. That’s when I learned Osamu-sensei’s name and that he was actually traveling. He never told me why or why we varied the stay in each country we visited.. Or even why he was under a different name. Now that I think about it… he had gotten me a fake ID as well and no one had ever questioned it…” 

By now, Q had fallen right asleep in Satomi’s arms. Carefully, she tucked the child under the futon with the creepy doll. 

“We went places I never even thought about! He was two years older than me yet had already traveled to 15 different countries. On plane rides or late nights in whatever hotels we crashed in, he would teach me Japanese. We never stayed longer than a month in each country, constantly hopping between cities. In Lithuania, Osamu-Sensei taught me basic fighting skills. I still can’t even beat him at ehh…” 

He trailed off again. To demonstrate, he raised his arm and bent it outwards at a 45 degree angle. It was a confusing sight, Satomi had figured it out before anyone else could manage. “腕相撲” she told him. Arm wrestling. Atsushi was wondering how long the story would go on for. 

“We celebrated my 18th birthday in Taiwan, it had always been my dream to watch the sun set on the Sun Moon Lake. I never expected he would actually take me! About a month later, we moved to Japan. Eventually, we bought this studio! Osamu-Sensei bought two futons for us as it didn't have any furniture here. We weren't going to move anymore. At first, I didn’t like it, but after Dazai told me that everyone he cared for was here, I knew it was time to settle down. Since we weren’t jumping countries anymore, I wanted to get my own job and not entirely live off of Osamu-Sensei’s money.”

He reached over to the desk and grabbed a picture frame. It was clearly taken by a 3rd person, but it was a twenty year old Dazai walking with his hands in the pockets of his trench coat with an energetic young adult with long blonde hair chasing after him. 

“This was right after Osamu-Sensei got the job with the ADA. A little bit after, I was able to get a part time job as a store stocker and janitor. After Sensei moved into the.. Rooms..? That you guys provide for workers, he started to pay me to watch the studio and take clients that come by. We got the place fully furnished and added it to this room. I pay a low rent as well!” 

Satomi was absolutely adoring the younger man, but the only thing on Chuuya’s mind was how kind Dazai had been to this struggling kid. He couldn’t help but wonder why Atsushi and Shiro had gotten this kind treatment yet Akutugawa hadn’t. Atsushi on the other hand, was glad he had finally stopped talking. He wasn’t sure how someone who kept getting nervous every second could recite an entire backstory with the only stops being language struggle. 

Dazai was still sleeping - without making any noise. Atsushi pulled his futon to the side of the couch; away from a sleeping child and curled into it. “Satomi, you take the mattress, I don't want to sleep with this shitty mackerel." She shook her head with a big smile in response. “Think about it Chuuya!~ Either you would have to curl up with little Yume or they would sleep on the mattress and we risk waking a very dangerous and easily aggravated child. Think about the people here! Shu, his two students, his sister… oh what would he think if our lovely sleeping beauty got aggravated?” 

He growled at her before grabbing a blanket Shiro had brought out of them and laid down on the unusually comfy mattress. Satomi went under the futon with Q as the host threw another blanket over his master, turned the lights off and then fell asleep in his own bed. 

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Dazai woke in the early morning; unwillingly. Someone or something had kicked his broken leg and it hurt like a bitch. He hasn't broken a bone in quite a while. He has a high pain tolerance, but the sharp sudden pain while he was defenseless still causes a lot of ache. He could feel someone curled up against him, yet he was too tired to deduct who it may be. He opened his eyes and saw Chuuyas obnoxious hair, matted up and strands covering half his face. 

His body no longer ached, but he couldn’t sleep. Cautiously, he pushed himself up and lifted his arm away from the sleeping beauties. His clothes sat on the table beside him. Four minutes later, he was fully dressed and already upstairs. It wasn’t empty, Morgan was there, tools scattered all over the ground and a singular flashlight lighting the room. “Hey Shi-ro!~ What are you up to?” He turned around, “Good morning Osamu-Sensei! Unfortunately while you were gone, a couple of the lights got busted…” 

Dazai was, well, confused. How did only a few lights get busted yet no electrical issues? It didn’t exactly matter to him, he would figure it out eventually. For now, he was focused on going for groceries. Shiro watched as his mentor walked out, leg brace still on but he wore his regular attire. He sighed and sat on the floor for a moment.

Chuuya was the next person in the building to wake up and head upstairs. Truthfully, he wanted to snoop around a building he now knew Dazai owned. He could see the figure of the man moving around in the dark. If it weren't for his hair, he would've thought someone may have broken in. “Good morning, lad." Shiro jumped and immediately turned around, pliers in hand. It was quite a sight to see which caused Chuuya to let out a small chuckle. “Morning…” he mumbled. The ginger decided to ask what he was doing, though it was quite obvious. 

"Some lights were shattered…by a client…" Even if it was said out of hesitation, anyone could tell he was trying to hold back a laugh. Chuuya, rightfully so, decided to ask how only 5 lights - nowhere near each other, got busted. Shiro leaned his forehead against the wall and tried his best to keep his laughter quiet enough not to wake anyone else. “Some - some lady thought her cockatoo would be fine in the studio.” He managed to choke out through laughs.

Chuuya thought for a moment, realizing what kind of bird it was, imagined the thought, and rubbed his temples as he knows how those types of people can be difficult. "How exactly did a bird cause this?” Shiro smiled, " I had a lemon candle burning, it didn't like it too much. I'm not sure how she even got a cockatoo…” Chuuya just stared at him in disbelief. “You’re telling me that a bird went insane and broke these lights?” Shiro nodded. The ginger fell to the ground laughing. Even the red-head had to stop what he was doing to laugh into his hands. 

After a moment, they were able to calm themselves down. “If you don’t mind, would you grab the ladder from the back?” He nodded before he questioned him. Simple things, like the studio, but also about how shy he was last night and now he seemed perfectly fine. “I just don’t trust new people, but even you noticed how quick Osamu-Sensei fell asleep. We both know he doesn’t do that around people. I knew I would be fine around you guys and that white haired boy was way more awkward than I could ever be, even if he didn’t show it.” 

Chuuya handed the ladder over to him and watched as he climbed up and changed every shattered light. The back door opened with a loud squeak. Dazai was back with bags of food. Shiro immediately jumped down from the ladder and moved it back to the closet before he took the bags out of his mentor's hands. Chuuya followed him back downstairs. By now, it was around 10am, everyone was late to their respective organizations. 

Satomi came upstairs holding a sleeping Yumeno in her arms; Atsushi and Shiro came up close behind. “Chuuya, can you inform Rintaro that I’ll temporarily be keeping our little sleeping beauty with me for a bit? I think avoiding another rampage would be desirable.” She looked around, before stating the fact they should probably all get back. Everyone had to help clean up the mess that was made. Well, the Port Mafia - not so much but they did have tons of paperwork to get done. 

Atsushi was worried about Dazai. He was walking around on a broken leg, surely that couldn't be good. Shiro held the front doors open for his guests. These ones were instead made of glass, similar to ones of an office building. Dazai hobbled out first, Satomi - who still had an asleep Yumeno hoisted up on her hip, Chuuya was next, and Atsushi was doing his best to stay away from the little demon child. Once exiting the door, Chuuya walked to the right while everyone else turned left. 

It was hot out, Satomi’s heels clicked against the concrete. “Was that the same place Kyouka mentioned you took her to?” Dazai made a high-pitched hum in response, but Satomi was happy to hear her brother taking the little assassin to a music studio. Though, she was sad that she had no idea about the place. She had already been back in the outside world and at the detective agency for a couple months now and man it was a shit show. 

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A month passed. Sigma, thanks to the help of Dazai, had already gotten his casino back up and running. Satomi and Kunikida were getting noticeably closer. Yumeno was now roaming around the agency. They had gained the spare rolling chair in the medical room and would often sit in there with Yosano as she would explain how surgeries would work or anything else she would think of to entertain the child. She wasn't sure of the arrangement at first, even more so that Dazai himself was hiding his fear of the child. Ranpo would often give them sweets, but would hand them to them rather than his usual tosses. A child who was traumatized like many others in the room with a vial ability was unsettling. Atsushi was slowly adjusting as Satomi made sure the gremlin behaved properly. The city was slowly being rebuilt from the destruction. Bodies were still being searched for all over the area as they had gone who-knows-where as vampires. Many were discovered in different cities. 

Kunikida was getting letters non-stop from his prior students. Every day, more came into the agency mail. Yumeno would run and pass it out to make themselves useful. Despite the letters disrupting his new schedules, he responded diligently to every paper. Dazai barely showed up. Nakahara would come to the office every so often with Elise at his side. She would play with Q while the executive would make his way to the President's office for discussions. Everyone knew what it was about - no one wanted to accept it. It was like waiting for a movie to be released after seeing a trailer, yet no one wanted the movie to be produced. Soon, one of them would be gone. Two of the ADA members had already figured it out. How could they not? 

One day after Nakahara had left, each agency member had gotten called into the president’s office one at a time. It had been suggested, if the person selected wanted to keep it to themselves, they could. Each person was called in and after being told their fate, was allowed to go home. Later, the group chat was blowing up. It was disorganized, no one could actually tell. Tanizaki’s message stood out to some people. He himself was willing to take Yosano’s place in the Mafia, when he told Fukuzawa, he said that the person transferring was already finalized and no one could replace who was going - the harsh truth. 

Now, Kunikida sat on his couch as his partner's sister was on the carpet. He had adapted to her weird habits; not eating more than two meals a day without being sick, her weird obsession with crab - which was very familiar to the entire agency, how whenever she was stressed she would hide in the corner of the bathroom, the fact she hated coffee and many other things. Adapting to her wasn't as hard as it seemed to be, but sure, that was easy compared to what he had to deal with now. Instead of just them, there was now a split hair colored child resting against the woman.

Normally he would decline, much to his dismay, he wasn't as good with kids as Dazai was. Still, the kid clinged to his roommate like they would die if separated. The only thing being heard within the walls was the cars passing through the streets and the occasional chatting as people walked by. 

“Do you think he would be okay? I understand it's Dazai…but I can't help but worry.”

"He’ll survive, he always has and always will.” 

Kunikida watched as she picked up the sleeping beauty and flashed a soft smile. Though it wasn’t one you’d normally see on such a spirited woman, it made his stomach flutter. He couldn’t help but adore the smile that only really appeared on half her face, while the other was too nerve damaged to properly function. It still filled him with curiosity on how it had even managed to be so… mangled. He himself stood up and headed to the bathroom to take a relaxing hot shower. 

Satomi tucked the young one into the bed, handing the creepy doll to them. She watched as they clutched it into their hands and cuddled into the warm, clean bedding. She herself didn’t want to fall asleep. Falling asleep meant waking up and her brother no longer being there, no longer being part of the agency. Insead, he was going back to the place they should naturally be together, but they weren't together. Twins who were together, separated, brought back together and now separated once more after less than a year. Much to her dismay, she still fell asleep. Her insomnia had been getting much better, though there were many nights she still just sat and stared at the wall blankly. 

The following morning was dull. Everyone was there on time as usual, but one desk sat empty. It was always empty in the early mornings; it wasn't the same. Kunikida couldn't stand the silence anymore and walked out without any warning. Yumeno sat in his chair, clutching their doll and rummaging through his drawers.  Atsushi didn't like being so close to them, but was a little more comfortable knowing that they were in Kunikida's seat rather than Dazais. This way, there was at least some distance between them; not as safe for Kyouka though.

Kunikida came back with a grocery bag. He carelessly tossed a stuffed black cat and a cheap roll of bandages onto Satomi’s desk. She understood immediately and began to wrap the black cat's paws, neck and tail. While she did that, he pulled the Q’s chair over to Dazai’s desk and he took Dazai’s chair to use as his own for the moment.  Satomi sat the bandaged cat on Dazais desk. Yumeno's eyes lit up as they opened the bag. Inside, there was  a small parchment bag with a bow. Out of curiosity, they read the tag. 

‘Brown Sugar Tofu’

Quickly, Q untied the string of the bag. Kunikida finally sat down at his desk, realizing everything on his desk was messed up. Pens were scattered, drawers were unorganized. It was annoying, yet it gave a sense of normalcy. For once, he didn't mind cleaning up what was messed up. 

Ranpo watched as Yumeno started going through Dazai’s drawers as they shoved tofu in their mouth. Atsushi was visibly uncomfortable, but the child wasn't even looking in their direction. It didn't calm him whatsoever. Yumeno, who was still clutching their doll, suddenly dropped it onto their lap. 

“Cool! Mr. Dazai had a glass eye in here! I wonder what happened to the real one…” they said as they held it up to the lights. 

“That…wasn't on his medical file…” yosano added, mostly out of uneasiness. There were two ideas running through her mind, one; Dazai somehow lost an eye and never told his medical advisor, or two; he has someone's glass eye and god knows how he got it. 

Kyouka looked at it for a moment before she spoke. "He wore that after our last sleepover. It's just barely off color.” Her voice was still melancholic with a dead tone. Naomi suddenly chimed in asking if anyone checked his apartment.

The answer was no. They all knew it was pointless. “Im glad he's gone, he was no fun," Q finally relaxed their arms back down, still holding the eye in their hands. They slid it into their pocket and continued searching in Dazai’s desk. 

“Okay, Yume… let's go on a walk!” Satomi picked up Q and started to walk out of the office, trying to not cause more of an uncomforting situation.