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Some days just weren’t worth it. Some days you just want to stay at home, sleep and never return. This was the day that one Nakahara Chuuya was having.
It wasn’t a secret that the Armed Detective Agency had joined forces with the one and only Port Mafia; in fact there was almost always a PM member at the Agency, planning, meeting up with the President, or even just hanging out for morale. Let’s just say, the ADA and the Port Mafia were relatively in touch, to say the least.
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“A joint mission with the PM? Again?” sighed Kunikida. The idealist was never too fond of joining up with the criminals at the PM, I mean they kill people in cold blood! Why would a group like the ADA ever think about working with literal murderers? “This is the 4th time this month..” exasperated, he continued to moan on about how “we could easily finish this mission alone” or “I just don’t understand how everyone is ok with working with the mafia.” Eventually his voice became drowned out between Ranpo and Yosano’s conversation, and Dazai’s screeching voice going on and on about a double suicide. Atsushi barely just walked through the door and was already begging to leave. The only member of the ADA who wasn’t an insufferable bundle of joy was Kenji, who was contently sitting at his desk and watching the others fuss about.
The so called “peace and quiet” of the Agency all but went up in flames the second a fiery Port Mafia Executive walked through the door. Ah, that’s what Kunikida was talking about Atsushi thought. Nakahara Chuuya – Port Mafia Executive and Dazai’s former partner in Soukoku. His hair was a beautiful crimson, tied in a ponytail that hung over his left shoulder, formal clothing – clothing that Atsushi bet would be worth so much chazuke – and a strange, belt-like choker that adorned his neck. As he walked in, Atsushi noticed the attention of the ADA seemed to automatically wander towards the random appearance of the Executive at the Agency.
“Ah, you must be Nakahara correct? The meeting is in 10 minutes. I’ll guide you down to the meeting room once it’s time,” Kunikida said, sternly.
“Thank you, uh- Kunikida, was it?” The executive responded, to which he was given a firm nod in agreement before he moved towards the sofa to the left of the door.
So I guess we’re working with Nakahara for the next mission? Atsushi thought before his thoughts were rudely interrupted by his mentor.
“Ah, Chibi!! It seems that Soukoku is back in business once again!” Dazai’s said, practically beaming at the thought of working with his former dog.
“Shut up, stupid mackerel.” Chuuya replied with a glare sharp enough that Atsushi was sure could kill a man.
By now the commotion had died down and a few more PM members had joined Chuuya. Some lingering around the couch, others (cough Akutagawa cough) were desperately attempting to start a fight with the weretiger of the Agency, only to be stopped by a chainsaw threat from Yosano, and a barely noticeable tsk from Nakahara. The time for the meeting eventually came around, and everyone slowly filed into the meeting room.
“So, I believe that we have all seen the file and know of the target?” Fukuzawa started. A murmur of nodding and hums agreement follow suit.
“There have been many rumors circulating that describe of a cult leader whom has been accused of being an undocumented ability user, so we will be infiltrating their next meet up in order to arrest this troublesome leader. This cult leader has been maliciously using his ability to create an underground organization based off of human traficking. Due to their nature, I believe it is best for us to send two teams, one that is composed of a support and offensive member to be a distraction and the main infiltrator, and then another group to work behind the scenes.”
Once again, a murmur spread throughout the room. Atsushi was nervous. Support? Attack? He doesn’t mean them, does he? Once again, Atsushi’s nervousness flooded throughout the room, and Nakahara, who sat on the other side of the table, eyed him with a mix of suspicion? Concern? Atsushi didn’t exactly know.
As if reading his mind, Dazai soon began to speak.
“Offense and support? I’m not sure~ The dog might be too short to count as an attacker, President” he said with a mocking tone.
“Oi! Lay off my size, asshole. And let go of the dog joke already, it’s been like 4 years.” Nakahara retorted. Atsushi noticed his face tint a slight red, although that might just be the light.?
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Ok. Chuuya knew that eventually Soukoku had to work together again at some point, but isn’t this a bit too soon? After all, the Port Mafia and Armed Detective Agency’s alliance was barely just established. Surely Mori wouldn’t agree to a joint mission already? Oh, who was he kidding. Mori was desperate to regain the Devil Prodigy. Chuuya cringed at the mere thought of Dazai joining the Mafia again. He was already dealing with a lot of work now he was an executive; the last thing he needed was a stinky mackerel dumping his workload on him.
A document was handed to him, snapping him out of his thoughts. An undercover mission? What was this, some shitty fanfic troupe? Chuuya thought. As he turned over the page, an audible “fuck” echoed across the room. As if unused to the foul language, Atsushi jumped ever so slightly, before turning his head over to the source of the noise.
It was an agreed upon fact that Chuuya was hot, it wasn’t much of an opinion anymore. Subordinates, allies etc. they all thought of Chuuya as pretty, heck even Chuuya knew. He clearly took care of his looks, and so, when Atsushi looked over, he did not expect Chuuya to be so obviously wearing a look of pure disgust and anger. What could possible be written in that document? Atsushi pondered
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By the time the mission came around, Atsushi has forgotten all about the questionable contents of said document. Instead, there was a much larger issue that sat in his kind. There was a change of plans and now Atsushi was tasked with being the escort for their distraction. This was going to go terribly. Atsushi thought. Maybe I could convince Dazai to actually do his job for once.? The boy began to ponder.
As the weretiger approached the ADA building, a wave of nervousness washed over him like a can of worms being released down his spine. Him working with the Executive Nakahara Chuuya? What if he makes a mistake? If Akutagawa was simply a subordinate, then what would it be like to work with an Executive? That sounded terrifying to the young detective.
“Here we go..” Atsushu mumbled as he walked through the doors of the Agency.
Since this mission was quite late at night, the building was mostly empty. The only ones actually there were Kunikida, who was busy furiously typing away at his computer, Yosano who was returning back into her clinic and Ranpo who was presumably talking with Yosano before she walked off.
Eventually, Kunikida’s typing slowed and he got up from his desk. Walking towards Atsushi, he pulls out a document from- his pocket? And begins to read through it as he approaches him.
“Are we heading out for the uhm mission now?” Atsushi said with a slight stutter.
“Yes, I believe we are to be meeting up with the Mafia at the venue.” Replies Kunikida.
As the duo begin to walk towards the hallway, a sound bang of a door being forced open echoes throughout the agency, and a particularly excited bandage monster happily skips infront of them. Skipping? Why on earth would Dazai be skipping?
“Oh, Dazai, you’re going to the venue too? I thought I was supposed to be replacing you..” Atsushi said, the last part being barely audible but Dazai I heard it anyway, because of course he did.
“Why yes, my dear Atsushi. Whilst you are replacing my job as the escort, I’m still in charge of making sure the rest of the plan works out just fine.” Dazai spoke with a slight grin.
The duo, now turned trio, began to head out to a mysterious black car parked a few blocks away from the agency.