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"Impossible!" Dazai scoffed and it echoed along with the sound of his steps.
Vile, disgusting, preposterous, unimaginable...
It was not only his second (2!) mission with Chuuya this week, but also last night's Port Mafia outing may have scarred him for life. As the hang out was nearing towards the end, boy overheard a shocking piece of information, right out of collective subordinates' mouths.
And it shook him to the very core...
...Since when was Chuuya considered the most admired executive?!
This ginger ass for brains was not even 18 yet and still managed to turn heads. Elders were stunned by him and people considered peers were probably calling dibs on the marriage department.
Dazai, known for his convoluted perception on things, was at a loss for words. Mind went blank.
And let's not forget just two years ago he was nothing more than a taken stray! Thrown out of enemy organisation like a sour candy wrap.
"If two years are enough to sway Mafia hearts, it's just a testament to their lacking strength." Osamu said, pretty sour himself.
To his utmost disfortune, however, Chuuya didn't even seem all that upset at his statement. In fact, his calmness seemed to irritate Dazai even more, as if gravity manipulator was actually taking pity on his behaviour.
"Well, we do have pretty skilled women within the ranks. You can't blame them for having a taste."
'A taste for a run away Santa's little helper, maybe' brunet thought.
Steps halted in the tracks once they stood in front of the door. Dazai straightened up and Chuuya fixed his black suit. Whatever quarrel happened, now it turned to business.
Ginger swinged the door open, allowing his companion to enter first.
Christmas was still a good while away, but there was a gift wrapped for them in the centre of the room - a guy suspected for stalking mafia operations and selling info to other organisations. Apparently, it was a pain worth bringing Double Black together, as the information sold seemed to be from events that took place in various locations within the same or very similar time.
He may be a part of yet another forming group, or a gifted. Some heard of techniques creating portals, but if that was the case, this nuisance would have already disappeared from their sight. And from the look of things, man obediently sat on the floor wearing a blindfold and binds around wrists and ankles.
The unknown called for the trump card: firepower and nulificator.
"I don't know anything!" Nuisance spoke.
"See, Chuuya? He doesn't know. Gosh darn it, we've come here for nothing,"
Dazai's whine was followed by silence. Guy must have been processing a young tone of voice which still undeniably belonged to someone who came there specifically for him.
"Please..." man's voice trembled "I have a daughter waiting for me at home."
Oh wow.
Osamu rolled his eyes. When it came to the nuisances, they all had daughters, sons, wifes, horses - but the only thing they looked like was unpaid child support at best.
"If you want to keep her, better not show her to Chuuya then."
'This fucking clown' ginger groaned internally. But he would have time to punch that attitude out of him later. Currently it was the time to get things done and Chuuya has done things flawlessly ever since getting this position.
While boy wasn't sure if that was the reason behind admiration, it certainly was a reason behind trust gained by the Boss.
And Boss' was the only opinion that mattered so far.
Mafioso's steps filled otherwise abandoned and silent Yokohama building. He picked up an empty soda can which was trashed somewhere on the floor as he walked.
"Don't mind my partner. You see... For all his mind, he is too stupid to realise when to talk and when to shut up." Chuuya crouched down in front of shaken body. Small but fierce hand snatched the blindfold off and without hesitation grabbed onto man's collar. At the same time, rope around his ankles simply rolled off, but any movement ended up with legs pressed to the ground "If Dazai was the one standing here, maybe he would grace you with some hope before making you spiral. I lack the patience though."
Ginger executive opened his second palm and the can began floating swiftly few centimetres into the air.
Faint clinks of metal against some sort of undeniably nasty liquid inside weren't a match for the loud sound of the suspect's breath.
Man stared at the can in a daze as it floated and twirled with bright red light and-
Crushed!
His body jerked at a sharp metallic crack.
What seemed like a trashy and yet in tact soda can, turned into a real piece of rubbish with its walls squeezed tightly inwards.
It fell right into ginger's hands, and boy just tossed it aside.
"This was not a cheap ass magic trick," rasp of Chuuya's voice made the man shudder. Although he was still unsure whether fear that crept around his back was caused by either that or the tight bind felt around the wrists and fresh sensation near his collar. Mafioso simply smirked "I created gravitational compression from all directions. But... it's only a can, anyone could squeeze that."
Suddenly, the formerly freed legs tensed under the heavy pressure. They pressed firmly against dirty floor as if stacks of boxes fell on top.
"Let me teach you what my partner doesn't know. Now - you talk. And if you don't, I'll show you what effect this crafty power can create on human bones."
A frightened gasp for air and mercy escaped suspected guy, as if each atom of his body felt an urgent need to fight for its survival. It took him a second to realise that the creeping nausea formed itself due to both the stress and the remains of nasty liquid of the unknown origin that exploded from the can the moment it got crushed and somehow ended up inside his mouth.
It was a perfect reason justifying some occasions were an acceptable time for adult to piss his pants.
"So what will it be?" Chuuya swung guy's collar, making body follow shortly after. Or maybe instead of the touch, it was the world itself that spun, as he stared at those menacing blue eyes "Talking or the feeling of your limbs crushing one by one? Either is just fine by m-"
"Wowie, is that what female population is attracted to these days?" Dazai's voice made Chuuya freeze "A dark, threatening and yet charming guy with a chibi side? Or height."
This. Bastard.
It was obvious Osamu was way too quiet before.
"Maybe you should pour this mental energy into your work."
"Nuh uh, I find it hard to focus when there is an unsolvable puzzle inside my mind." He stepped closer "We need an objective opinion. You!"
Brunet executive pointed at the guy "Tell us which one should be more desired by the girls."
In this state of shock, man's vision seemed to go just in and out on focus.
"What the actual fuck, Dazai?!" Chuuya's facade began to crumble, although his loud voice was not a peaceful sign "We are here to question him. About the theft of information. Your hurt ego can be discussed later."
"Aren't you just so humble, Chibi..." Ginger's partner crossed his arms "All this swooning and obnoxious mighty talk from a guy who haven't even kissed."
If Chuuya held guy's neck instead of collar, he would probably end up just like that can.
"Like you would know!"
"Oh yeah, and have you then?"
"N-" Gravity manipulator let out an exasperated groan. His fingers trembled and he let go off the man, causing suspect's body to swing back "Excuse us for a moment."
Chuuya rose up to his feet and then swiftly turned around. Patience began running thin - he didn't lie when stating lack in that department.
"Would you mind not acting like a piece of shit at least during work hours?!"
Yet gears inside of Dazai's mind kept turning as he tried to comprehend this weird phenomenon. Angry pair of eyes stared right back at him, with a squinched nose and pointed finger.
Maybe there was a slight, buzzing thrill once eyes resembling raging sea threatened to drown Dazai whole. Out of all his drowning incidents, this one looked as if it actually could work.
"Maybe it's just the hair colour," he spoke, still in thought after grabbing strand of Chuuya's hair "But I doubt the vibrant orange is what they swoon at."
"I've had it with you!"
Forceful hands pushed against the taller frame as mafioso shook him.
While getting brutally told off and feeling like a liquor in a mixer, Dazai's glance kept shifting to big shards of glass lying on the floor. They managed to reflect full image of the room.
"Chu-"
"Shut up, Mackerel." Gravity manipulator cut him off "You're listening to me now."
Eventually second executive noticed that something was not adding up and he turned towards the glass "What are you looking at?"
But the image from reflection was already gone.
Along with the suspect.
There was a question of how - how did he manage to free himself from gravity manipulation?
'Shit...' Gifted thought. His partner touched his hair during the argument.
And there was plenty of ruffling after, which successfully nullified the power.
"Well done, Chuuya." Dazai snarked, while following the nearest and the only possible exit.
Visibly unlocked window.
Ginger swiftly jumped through the space and ended up on the external fire escape. Fortunately, the nuisance didn't even get as far as to go down the stairs.
"Got you-" He rushed towards the sneaky runner, grabbing the man fiercely "What the..."
And as if in one of those tacky magic shows - clothes quickly fell down, filled with nothing more but random sprinkles and colours.
Sight was so bizarre, Chuuya stumbled. Was that the ability? Some sort of teleportation or disappearance.
But that didn't make any sense when it came to timing and the previous imprisonment.
Once Dazai wiggled himself out of the window, a thud caught both of their attention.
The guy was now behind them!
And it only spiralled further into the absurdity once Double Black realised he was not really singular.
There was another one of him running down the street, one more in a car, on the rooftop, top of the opposite building, street corner to the right and even public transportation.
Before they knew it, interrogation turned into upcoming search of multiple needles hidden with haystack that became of Yokohama.
"So that's his ability," Dazai said, focused on one of the apparitions "Cloning his body and consciousness onto multiple versions of host body. That's how he managed to be at multiple places at the same time."
Clever. To use it outside instead of at the moment of being captured. Within the building, catching the guy would be a breeze. Outside, however, there were many paths and turns one could take to get away.
Although a nuisance, it was finally a puzzle coming close to solvable.
"Maybe we should call for back up," Chuuya took out his phone, ready for taking necessary steps.
"It would be a waste of time," Dazai slowly walked up to his partner "I just need to touch the ability user."
Which path would be the most optimal for such escape...
"Okay, then we're going for the host. Which one of them is the guy?"
Multiple and various routes chosen in a moment of pathetic desperation. One of them was picked by the suspected guy, but which one?
Maybe the most obvious one.
Maybe the least probable one.
Being followed always called for risk of being caught.
If Dazai was to play this part, undeniably the safest path of a life-threatening chase would be the one where he wasn't chased after at all.
His eyes went wide as the realisation sparked.
The best and safest option is to hide.
"None," executive reached out to grab ginger's back "They were made to be a decoy."
"A decoy?" Shorter executive squirmed once pulled, too taken by the current chaos to even try resisting Dazai's grasp "And where would he be instead?"
Dazai entered through the window again. Doors were locked, only executive held the key shortly after coming here.
This plan seemed truly full of flaws: guy could be caught while trying to sneak out or hide somewhere within the room.
If it wasn't for the angry ginger wreaking havoc after being asked a simple question.
Dazai looked around. With such limited space: one room, run down parts of furniture and high ceilings, hiding space was close to non-existent. Still, there were stacks of boxes near the window, which seemed to be outside of the shattered glass shards view. Although probably used during initial break out stage, now behind them was just dusted air.
Except of background noise caused by cars outside, the only sound within the room were creaks under mafiosi boots and clothes ruffling with the movement.
Osamu stood in front pretty sturdy wooden closet, given its age. Hand rested against the handle as he gently, slowly, pulled on that.
The darkness quickly faltered from incoming light until the pitch black image switched to shape of someone's face. Dazai opened up his mouth, but before letting out a single word, body pushed against him with a desperate force.
He took few steps back, trying not to fall down and once nulificator's eyes gained focus on the sight, there was a foreign object held inside his palms.
Hellish nuisance, where did this grenade come from?!
Executive's mind worked double the amount. With live grenade which ended up within his grasp and dauntingly short amount of time to even react.
However... As fingers fiddled with the cold metallic steel, his thoughts calmed down. A purifying clarity that if he just stood still, Osamu's problems would come to an end, taking out his senseless life along with them.
In fact, there was flourishing peace inside boy's mind.
Finger's tightened on the grenade, when a sudden, horrying scream in all its might tore through space behind him "You idiot, throw this fucking thing out right now!"
Dazai was extremely sure. He held explosive with a calm and peaceful mind-
So why his hands just tossed it high up and away, reaching almost very end of the ceiling.
It was a blur.
His memory turned into blur and within maybe next three seconds, he crouched down as Chuuya's body stood above. And just last second before the grenade went off, ripped radiator frame went over both mafiosi heads - held by nothing but the change in gravity.
Blast hit against walls, causing falling debris, loud defeanig noise and fiery light.
Dazai's eyes opened up and stared - wide and straight at flowing ginger hair among the raging chaos.
Ears began to ring, drowning any other sound. Chuuya's form stood strong beneath thick metal and although the sight of that could not compare to sheer destruction of corruption, Osamu was still left awestruck.
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It was a miracle the suspect managed to survive. His state was bad but stable and the interrogation team could take it from there.
Dazai felt the same raw torture the suspect would most likely get - especially receiving partial blame for messing up.
"Mori said you can still experience aftershock, shouldn't you just sit back down?" Koyo asked while preparing tea for stubborn boy. She watched him with hesitant eyes.
"I can't just idly sit down when everything turned into such disaster!" Dazai whined with hands wrapped right into brown strands. Unfortunately, suspect was the last thing on his mind "I was so close, I could taste the sweetest death - if it wasn't for that ginger with clay instead of a brain! Is destroying people's dreams the admirable part of him?"
Even pleasant smell of Koyo's exquisite tea collection couldn't calm his mind.
What was so captivating about Chuuya anyway...
His overly fancy fashion sense?
Deep, blue and enchanting eyes that, just like sea could drown one's whole existence?
Or that pure, infuriating, trustful loyalty he swore upon the cause and group which executive would guard with his own life. If anything, it only painted him as more of a dog. The collar was already there - daring Dazai to pull it with each irritating word Chuuya uttered.
"Still going on about that silly rumour?" Koyo let out heavy sigh, although not short on amusement "While relationships are not too pleasantly looked upon within the Mafia..."
She stared at gracefully dripping honey that woman used to sweeten Dazai's beverage before opening her mouth again "I'm sure that after realising Chuuya has no interest in the matters of the heart, they will acquire taste for something more- eccentric."
Ohhhhh the torture of being compared to a mere scrap, a leftover at best!
There was one time Dazai talked about things of similar nature at the bar with Odasaku. His friend, being asked about selecting the most charming of the mafia men similarly placed Osamu on second place - Oda chose himself as first.
And considering that ginger hatrack couldn't even lick the leather surface of Dazai's shoes, there was even lesser chance at standing next to Odasaku.
Well, maybe with that well fitted white shirt and expensive grey vest enwrapping boy's slim torso he at least could make it to close third. But it was nothing more than a pretty wrapping.
Plus, Chuuya's lack of interest didn't nullify the threat.
"Slug doesn't do romance, yet." Young executive mumbled out. In order to occupy his heavily pained mind, hands caught one of the books from nearby pile. Osamu flipped through random pages "As much as Chuuya used to be a petty gnome, isn't he considered to be a newly discovered peak of chivalry? I can imagine the type of mafiosio which would eventually end up with a wife- I'm sorry... Is my misery indulging enough for your entertainment?"
Koyo didn't mean to laugh, but chuckle escaped out of her as soon as Dazai uttered his pitiful words. Finally done with preparing tea, she took it in her hands "Excuse me. It's just that if I didn't know, I would genuinely think that subject of your jealousy is Chuuya being with a wife. And not him turning female attention away from you."
Woman turned to face Osamu with beverage ready in her hand, when a sudden thud filled the room.
Stack of books fell right onto the floor, making them scatter underneath the table.
"Are you oka-"
"Ops, so clumsy~" Dazai hurried to pick the mess up instantly, placing books back on the table. He waves his hands dismissively with a cheerfully obnoxious demeanour "It must be that aftershock Mori had talked about. Isn't this annoying how the Boss is always right? I will go lay down."
With hum and jitter Osamu slipped swiftly past Koyo and escaped the room, leaving her still with hot tea in hands.
This eccentric attitude didn't hold for long. As soon as executive entered long dark corridor, his smile disappeared just as fast as it came up.
No.
Oh no no no no no no.
Out of vast and endless possible scenarios, this one seemed so dreadfully obscure that the option didn't even make the list.
Jealous, because of Chuuya?
Boy walked past a group of mafiosi, which scattered seeing his grim expression. With tightly furrowed brows and that sharp glint in Dazai's eyes, they probably thought he was heading to execution or worse - interrogation.
There were so many horrible things Dazai could do to someone while they were still being alive.
And yet there was nothing for him to do: no interrogations, missions, executions. His mind could only indulge in these wild creations happening within realm of thoughts.
Once finally reaching entrance to his room, Osamu's hand froze on the cold metal handle. The sensation of it calmed his senses, although lightly.
Calm brought clarity - as both blessing and a curse. He wanted to lay down, maybe even forget. However, pushing these thoughts away was a task doomed to fail.
Dazai's mind was a prison. A beautifully crafted cage that would analyse and predict continually as long as boy's heart still rang in his chest.
With current state of affairs, sleepless night was a guarantee. Unless...
Osamu's hand pressed tighter on the handle. Then, boy simply sighed, spun around and walked towards a different compound in the building.
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Chuuya breathed out audibly, pushing his head further back the cushions of his couch. He didn't really feel dazed due to explosion, but muscles and senses ached for rest.
It was quiet within the room. A moment of well-deserved peace after arguments and explosion. Ginger executive focused on the sound of each inhale, followed by exhale. Fabric creaked under his movement and there were faint steps outside of the apartment.
Stomps hit against the floor rhythmically, in a steady pace. However, the louder steps got, the quicker were the taps. What seemed like a stroll and then a march, turned into a run, making ginger let out an irritated 'tsk'.
Chuuya had extremely bad feeling about it.
His head rose up once doors slammed open, revealing the world's most annoying brunet, complete waste of bandages and mostly - his (work) partner.
"Chibi, get your ass up." Dazai stormed into the room, instantly locating boy's body on the couch "We have a new mission and the details are so gruesome I will spare you the talk. Anyway, we have to kiss. It's crucial part of the plan."
Chuuya's body was already off the couch the moment Osamu began walking into his direction.
"Are you fucking high?" He yelled out immediately.
"There's no time to explain. Are you actually questioning orders or better yet, the Boss? I thought you pledged your loyalty to the Port Mafia, so it's time to run and fetch like a good dog you are."
"Like hell-" Chuuya stood opposite Dazai near the other end of a wooden table "Loyalty is one thing and kissing you... The whole other!"
Ginger barely uttered such words, as if even letting them slip past his lips seemed unthinkable. It wasn't long before Dazai launched again and before boy's slim fingers could touch Chuuya, he grabbed brunet's sleeve and threw his body round until it hit the floor.
Gravity manipulator panicked. He managed to read Dazai's moves in combat pretty well, but fellow executive's mind was still a mystery. Without thinking, Chuuya grabbed nearby rope pieces and tied it neatly around Osamu's ankles and then wrists: double knotted and with a leverage point.
Ginger stood up and held rope tied to Dazai's ankles. He threw the other end over metal beam below the ceiling. With no less than only few strong pulls - brunet boy was already dangling in the air. End was carefully secured around slim metal pillar.
"I had a feeling you would do that," Dazai groaned, yet didn't try to wiggle his way out.
Aside from ankles, his wrists were tied behind his back and there were some knots, which linked pieces of rope over his torso.
Oh skill like that definitely seemed like the admirable trait.
"It brings back memories, doesn't it?" Chuuya looked at Osamu's face. This wasn't the first time such method was used. Most of all - it was usually pretty effective "This behaviour is weird even for you. So let's settle this..."
Chuuya held loose piece of rope connected to Dazai's wrists and torso "First, I would like to ask if there really is a mission."
"Of course," Osamu's eyes sparkled up with determination "I swear upon my very life."
Ginger executive pulled on the rope, making body of his partner spin in the air like a whirligig. Although it was mild, boy's vision still blurred when blood rushed down to his head.
"I'm sure you understand the idea behind this whole process, so I will spare you the talk. Why did you tell me to kiss you?"
"Do you need to ask such stupid questions, Chuuya?" Dazai groaned once his body twirled again "That's not really charming of you!"
Each additional second with Dazai's view swooshing around created a pull in his guts.
"Call it stupid, but I'm not the one dangling like an idiot."
Nulificator's breath quickened. Body dared to betray him after being subjected to the torment.
"This sucks..." He grumbled.
"Poor baby," Chuuya's held the rope steadily with a smile on his face "I believe it's the time you come clean. Afterall, kissing a guy that tastes of vomit would be really fucking disgusting."
Dazai pondered on the topic, trying to find a path with the best outcome, but in this situation anything seemed like a nightmare. His tummy ached, blood was rushing down to boy's head and all pressure seemed to locate within his temples.
So he chose the least familiar path - honesty.
"Fuck, stop spinning me! I was the one who needed clarification of my own feelings, and kissing you seemed like the most effective way. Jeez, Chuuya- I pity any girl who had crush on you, ever!"
Maybe it was accidental, maybe done on purpose, but Dazai's body stopped twirling. It stopped being in the air as well, because as soon as brunet's guts felt peace again, ginger cut the rope which kept his body up. Some people would perhaps be terrified at the thought of diving headfirst into a hard surface, but not Osamu.
Boy knew there would be a couch aiding his fall. One that hadn't been there before, but moving it was no issue for a gravity manipulator. His body still fell down with a thud and knots seemed to come undone with pressure from the inside.
"I don't know if 'vile' is a thing you'd like to be on your admirable traits list," Dazai said, massaging his red wrists. After few deep breaths his stomach seemed to settle down, although head was still dazed "You really need to learn to read the room, Chibi. That is if you want to- hmfmf"
Dazai's speech was muffled by a pair of lips pushing against his. They felt hesitant, but fierce and managed to shut brunet executive up completely. Hand burried in boy's hair steadied him in all the dizziness.
Chuuya had a knack for sensing things that seem wrong.
And this wasn't one of them.
Mouth which had uttered so many spiteful words before now conveyed the sweetest of unspoken promises between each kiss they shared.
Gravity manipulator eventually pulled away, his breath was deep and the only thing boy managed to hear aside of ringing in the ears.
Dazai's stunned expression was a first. He rarely lost his composure in such manner. It was probably the only thing that stood for how genuine his request felt.
"We need to try again, just for good measure." Osamu tried to lean in one more time, but seeing Chuuya covering his reddened face, he halted. Blush reached tips of Chibi's ears as he shook his head with unreadable face "If you're going to puke right now, I will be deeply insulted."
Ginger leaned his head back against the couch. There was no possible explanation formed inside of Chuuya's mind - his body simply moved on instinct after Dazai was released. After heart calmed down by continuously staring at the ceiling, he looked at his partner.
"What now? Do we sit and talk-" Chuuya asked with the familiar rasp of his voice, but it seemed Dazai shook his head at that moment "Fine, only sit then."
Dazai sat beside him, leaving a considerable amount of space. He caught a glance of Chuuya's hand, yet his fingers didn't reach for its embrace. Instead, it stayed close, feeling subtle as if almost imaginary warmth of ginger's skin.
"Mori said I could go through the aftershock after that explosion."
"Oh shit..." Chuuya replied calmly, still staring at the metal beams below the ceiling "Too bad you didn't."
"Yeah."
If anything could feel so weird and new and still bizarrely familiar - it was the thing that filled the space between them. With all the tense, wicked, unspoken and even through the complicated plethora of emotions, something found so deeply within that after being shown under the light, maybe it has always been there.
Dazai felt the sudden grasp of Chuuya's palm closing up on him. Boy opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a pair of deep blue eyes stared right back at him.
"You wanted to sit in silence. So not another word, you cheeky bastard."
As if right on cue, Osamu's lips twisted slightly in a smirk.
With that, they stayed. Enjoying silence as the reconstruction of these feelings painted somewhere far ahead of them.
Letting both simply stay in here and now, enwrapped by gentle warmth of each other's bodies.