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Nakahara Chuuya.
Secretly working for the Port Mafia, an underground organisation known to be Night Wardens that protect Yokohama and keep the safety of the people.
He was one of five executives, known to be terrifying for his ability but was currently on an undercover mission to get rid of the rise of a new organisation by the name of the Decay of Angels.
Lately been all over the news in the Port Mafia with their merciless killings to try to obtain the Book, and using the Book, they will eliminate the country.
All of Japan.
In order to maintain the peace of Yokohama, he must—
“Papa! Are you done daydreaming?”
A child, no older than 6 years old, stared at him with wide eyes.
“Didn’t you agree that we were going to get brown sugar cookies?”
Chuuya’s eyes twitched.
“Can’t you see I’m busy, kid? And what the hell is up with your obsession with brown sugar sweets?” He asked back, “we went last week to get cookies, what happened to them?”
Q rolled their eyes, “I obviously ate all of them! Why are you asking a question on my question? You agreed!” They retorted.
He swore he was going to get grey hairs because of this kid.
—he must have a child to get into the databases of the Decay of Angels, turns out the principal of the very school was run by the very leader of the Decay of Angels, codename Kamui.
His real name and what he goes by, Fukuchi Ouchi, to ordinary citizens.
That meant he was stuck with this kid, Kyuusaku Yumeno or Q. An odd kid, Chuuya could sum it up as.
He was honestly regretting his choices putting his faith in them.
How could someone like them even—
“Papa! Can we please go get some brown sugar cookies?” Q asked again, tugging on his sleeve, pulling him towards the direction of the door. “Bunny-san and I are getting hungry.” He showed the pink bunny that Chuuya spent 50 dollars trying to get from a crane game.
As much as the happy look on Q’s face was rewarding, the worst part of it was while Chuuya and Q were passing through the stores, he saw the same bunny selling it at a cheaper price.
I can’t with this kid.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, “No. Where is Fedya anyway?”
Q hummed, swinging their left leg forward and back and their hands behind their back. “Dad said he was gonna take a small stroll. He left when you were busy daydreaming.”
“I was not daydreaming!”
I was thinking about the mission…
“That can come later! Otherwise…” they paused, never meant anything good in Chuuya’s mind. They pointed to the cabinet, “you’ll let me eat the brown sugar from the jar!”
“Fuc—fudge no!” Chuuya nearly swore again in front of the kid, “that’s exactly the reason why I put it up there!”
Q pouted and plopped onto the ground with disappointment. He kicked his legs and punched the ground. “But I want brown sugar cookies…” he whined.
Chuuya gritted his teeth.
I guess a little bit of shopping couldn’t hurt anyone… It’s not like I do much other than wait… Fedya isn't home either.
I wonder where he’s gone off to.
Q’s head immediately perked up with enthusiasm.
Chuuya gave in and sighed.
“Alright fine.”
“Yay!” They sprung up from their chair with a wide grin on their face.
He slid out of his seat and looked at the kid.
“Before you leave, who the hel—heck put you into those clothes?”
“Dad did…?” Q replied, tilting their head to the side, confused. “Why? Does it look bad?”
You look like a sack of potatoes.
Why would Fedya ever possibly dress them in that? Where did he even find those clothes for them?
Chuuya put his hand out for Q to take. He was not going to let the public see his child looking like this. He needed to throw those clothes away too.
“Let’s get you changed into some more suitable clothes. Then we can go find those brown sugar cookies.”
Q took his hand and held it tightly.
“‘Kay!”
- - -
The quest to find brown sugar cookies started.
Chuuya knew Q would get lost, especially in a place like a supermarket. For their little height and age, he could not lose sight of them. If it meant for the sake—
He began going to the vegetable section, his eyes glued to the shopping list, “Q, let’s go to the vegetables—”
Chuuya paused. He flicked his hand a few times to find their hand but he got nothing. He realised quickly that Q was no longer holding his hand.
He looked to his left and of course, no one was there, at least no kid that had a weird split of colours in their hair.
He looked over to his right and still nothing. They had barely 2 minutes since they entered the supermarket and he had already lost Q.
“Oh for fuck sake.”
Chuuya looked away for a few seconds and the kid was already gone off somewhere else. He took his empty basket and dashed to the first aisle.
No Q here.
Scanned through the second aisle.
Not here either.
Oh god. I look like a horrible father…
A few more aisles later, Chuuya was completely out of breath but stumbled into the 7th one, struggling to see the people in the aisle.
And there they were.
Q, staring intensely at the brown sugar cookies displayed on the shelves. He was even squatting to look at the ones on the lower shelves.
The redhead stepped in front of Q with an annoyed expression. “There you are, what did I say about leaving like that, kid?”
“Papa should’ve been watching then,” they commented back bluntly.
A vein popped from the side of his forehead.
Listen here you little shit I was the one who took us to the supermarket together.
“Yeah, but it’s Papa’s fault for letting Bunny-san and I wait until your daydreaming was done,” Q replied, poking out their tongue at him.
Chuuya blinked a few times, “Did I say that aloud?”
“Mhm.”
He followed to where Q was looking, there was a selection, all looked appetising but this was Q he was talking about. They probably already had one in mind.
“Which one do you want?” He asked and joined him, crouching beside them.
Q pointed to one of the packaged cookies above them. “Can we get those ones? I heard they were good.”
Chuuya rolled his eyes with a smile.
“Who did you hear this from?” He asked while grabbing the one Q pointed to and putting it inside his still empty basket.
They stood proudly, “By pure instincts.”
“Who taught you that?”
Q grinned.
“Dad, of course!”
He averted his eyes, not surprised. Of course he did…
“Can we go now? Can we go now?” They asked, eagerly pulling on Chuuya’s sleeve once again. He let go after noticing Chuuya’s annoyed look, “there’s nothing else to buy now!”
Q began to walk off again but Chuuya wasn’t going to make the same mistake.
He grabbed him by the back of his collar shirt and placed him back on the ground beside him. “Did you forget dinner existed, kid?”
“That can wait!”
“No, it can’t. Let’s go get some ingredients, it’s what you get after putting me through all of that.”
Chuuya dragged Q behind him while he ignored the complaining coming from them. They flail their arms and legs, “No!! I don’t wanna! Papa!”
- - -
“Yay! We’re out!”
The moment they stepped out of the supermarket, Q got their hands on their prized precision and had already had two in their mouth and another one in their hand.
Chuuya was unable to process what just happened since he was carrying Q in his arms. Did their arms somehow extend or something to be able to get them?
Was this kid even human?
He quickly snatched the bag out of Q’s hands, “How the hell to get on those so quickly?!”
“Anything for my brown sugar cookies…” they muffled back with crumbs flying onto the redhead’s face, “I’ve been waiting all day…”
“You are impossible, you know that? It’s not that they're going to run away or anything.”
Q flinched and immediately began to rethink what Chuuya said.
“They can?” He asked with an oh-so innocent.
“No, it’s called sarcasm,” Chuuya chuckled and ruffled their head, “don’t always believe what all people tell ya. Your cookies aren’t going to run away, so don’t force yourself to eat them all at once.”
They looked at him, chewing more slowly and stared blankly at the footpath.
Yeah. I know that.
My Papa is a part of the Mafia and my Dad is…
- - -
In a dim room, near the outskirts of Yokohama, a dark-haired man drank quietly to himself with no worries in the world. Opposite him was another random man, drinking with him.
He had choppy bangs with the right side covering his eye and ash-blonde hair and looked like he had too much to drink.
“How is it with you and Nakahara Chuuya, Fyodor-san? I presume it’s going well?” He asked with a smirk on his lips.
Fyodor smiled, his hands interlocked with each other and his chin propped on top of them.
“I like to think our relationship is going splendidly.”
The other man chuckled and tilted his wine glass.
“I can’t believe Kamui-san sent you on this mission. What could possibly be important about Nakahara Chuuya?” He asked while taking another sip.
He glanced over at him for a second.
“Kamui-san knows what he’s doing. We simply just want to lure him in. Besides, we’ve read every move that there’s to expect.”
“You are rather confident, Fyodor-san.”
“Not at all.”
The man barked a laugh, staring at his glass with the urge to suddenly want to crush it into pieces. “That Nakahara Chuuya as well… I kind of want to tear him into shreds,” he said, tilting his glass forward as some of the wine spilt over the counter.
Fyodor leaned against his seat, his smile changing into something else and was a bit more intrigued.
“Oh? And why’s that, Ace-san?”
“I can’t see the appeal as to why someone such as him deserved such a high calibre from the Boss. I can’t believe someone like him managed to sustain his spot as an executive. He’s a little kid who should go back to where he came from.”
Fyodor raised a brow, “The Boss? Executive?”
Ace looked over at him with a drunken smile.
“I’m talking about Mori Ougai of course. Oh, and I so happened to be a part of the Port Mafia executives. That was only because I managed to bribe to get my position.”
“So, you’re saying that you were a part of the Port Mafia, is that what you’re saying, Ace-san?”
“I am but not in the position I used to—argh!”
He kicked him to the floor.
Ace grunted in pain, his head slammed onto the floor by his foot. Fyodor stood above him, staring at him with darkened eyes, twisting the heel of his boots on the side of his head.
“What… the hell… are you doing…?” Ace uttered back.
“You know how we don’t like traitors. Certainly not a Port Mafia playing spy. Why do you still come, Ace-san?” Fyodor applied more pressure against the heel, “and here I thought we would get along.”
Ace screamed in pain.
“Not to mention…” Fyodor grabbed a fistful of his hair, and lifted him up, “to talk such nonsense about my beloved husband… I don’t think I could ever forgive you.”
“F—Fyodor-san! T—this must be a misunderstanding—!” He nervously laughed but Fyodor had no mercy to shut him up.
A bright glow formed where Fyodor’s hand was on Ace’s head. He blocked out the sound of screaming and watched as the ground splattered in crimson blood, tossing Ace’s corpse on the ground.
He got some of his blood on his face and clothes. How was he supposed to get rid of it?
Disgusting.
Fyodor opened the door and strode out of the empty bar.
Conveniently, someone popped out from the wall, a clown-looking man with long silvery hair tied into a braid with a wide grin on his face.
“Looks like quick work to me, Dos-kun! What was with the delay?”
Fyodor stopped to look at him, “I just wanted to hear it for myself.”
“I’m sure that’s not true! I think you wanted a reason to hurt him more,” Nikolai grinned even more and swayed his head to the right, “have you grown yourself attached to your ‘beloved husband’, Dos-kun?”
He brushed past him.
“I guess that’s for you to find out, Kolya.”
Nikolai huffed, “Where are you going so quickly, Dos-kun! I wanted to talk to you for a little longer!”
Fyodor didn’t bother to look back at him to reply with, “I have a husband and child to go back to.”
“Make sure you get rid of the blood on your face, Dos-kun!”
Sigma appeared soon after he disappeared into the distance. He shuffled quietly over to the clown with uncertainty on his face.
“Do you think this was a really good idea? Fyodor-san seems to be different every since this mission…” He whispered to Nikolai who got out from the wall, standing beside him, “what if Nakahara Chuuya had a different ability…”
“You’re thinking about it too much, Sigma-kun!” Nikolai laughed, wrapping an arm around his neck, pulling him closer. “It's nice for Dos-kun to be soft once and a while. In the end…”
“Nakahara Chuuya will die in the hands of Dos-kun.”
- - -
Q heard the door click and jumped out of their seat, knowing it was their other dad.
“Dad’s back, Papa!” they exclaimed, rushing to the front door while Chuuya was in the kitchen, cooking dinner.
Fyodor entered the main room with Q in his arms.
“You’re back, Fedya,” Chuuya smiled at him.
“Sorry, I was gone for a long time, something came up,” he apologised and returned the smile, “I hope I didn’t miss out on much today.”
Chuuya shook his head and glared at the child in Fyodor’s arms, “If you mean not dealing with Q for the entire day, then no, you didn’t miss out on much,”
“Dad, Dad, did you know how much begging it took for him to let me go get my favourite kind of cookies? Mean. Really mean, isn’t he?” Q asked his other father, “he was too busy daydreaming about the missi—”
The chopsticks Chuuya was holding nearly fell to the ground.
Q nearly fumbled and cleared their throat, “The miss in the tailor shop!” They quickly interpreted with a nervous laugh.
He sighed a breath of relief and caught the chopsticks.
Oh god. Why did I think they would say—it’s seriously getting to my brain now.
Chuuya strode up to the kid and pinched their cheeks. “Since when was I daydreaming about the miss from the tailor shop?! Aren’t you a cheeky little liar!”
“Uwah! Stawph! Pawpa! Mw cweeks!”
“Oh? Is solnyshko cheating on me already?” Fyodor asked with a grin on his face.
Fuck, not that nickname!
His cheeks reddened, avoiding the mischief in his eyes, “D—Don’t be ridiculous. I would never do something like cheat.”
Q looked at their two fathers and pouted their lips and felt excluded in this conversation, “Stop flirting and get a room.”
“We’re not flirting! And how the hell do you even know that?!” Chuuya screamed back, completely red.
“Then why are you blushing… huh?”
“You little shit…”
Fyodor chuckled, finding his reaction more adorable than anything. “Language, Chuuya-san.”
“Yeah, language, Papa,” Q mimicked, sticking his tongue out at Chuuya.
Chuuya growled, wanting to rip all his hair out.
What the hell did this turn out to be? Fuck the Decay of Angels.
This seemed more annoying than anything.
“Chuuya-san.”
He glared at him, “What is it now?”
“The food…” Fyodor said, pointing to the black smoke coming from the frying pan, “it’s burning…”
“OH SHI—!”
- - -
Staring at the burnt mess on the plate and appetites weren’t high at all.
“It’s burnt…” Q murmured, not lifting the chopsticks from their bowl. “Are we only eating rice tonight?”
Chuuya bowed his head, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault.”
“It’s not your fault, Chuuya-san,” his ‘husband’ assured him.
The redhead grabbed his chopsticks from his bowl and reached for it, “it should at least be a little edible…”
Fyodor intercepted his hand, stopping him. “Chuuya-san, I think it’s best if you don’t eat it. I wouldn’t want you to get sick. Don’t feel forced to eat it.”
“No, but I made it… it would be a waste.”
“Please don’t have that sort of mindset. I will make something very quickly for us,” he suggested, about to stand but was stopped by Chuuya’s grasp.
“You don’t have to, Fedya. You’ve had a long day.”
“No, I insist, Chuuya-san.”
Q stared at the both of them, looking back and forth every time they would offer something else. They tapped their chopsticks on the table in boredom.
How long are they going to go on with this?
They played around their fork with their stomach loudly growling but it was cancelled out by the talking between their dads. They felt it was only right to call them out when it was getting out of hand.
“I don’t care who does it, I’m hungry!”
The two parents turned to them and both had different ways of replying to it.
Chuuya darted a dagger to them, “You little piece of—”
Fyodor held Chuuya back with a light-hearted laugh, “Alright, alright, it would seem Q is rather hungry. Please take a seat, Chuuya-san. Leave the cooking to me.” He pushed Chuuya back to his seat, giving him an assuring wink, “don’t worry, I won’t burn the food.”
Chuuya rolled his eyes.
“Papa, why did you have to burn food?”
The smile on his face was wiped off by Q’s words as he darted his eyes over to them.
“If you don’t recall correctly, it was you that made the food burn,” he pushed the blame over to his child because they fucking deserved it.
“Nuh-uh, I did no such thing! I did more to help out!” Q protested.
“If you meant snacking while sitting on the kitchen counter then yes, that was very helpful. It made the food incredibly better.”
Q turned over to Fyodor with a bright smile, “See! Did you hear that Papa?”
“It was fuc—fudging sarcasm!”
Fyodor laughed along with Q at Chuuya’s attempt to hide his swearing but dinner was served and they all were fed… thankfully.
- - -
Q slid into bed as Chuuya pulled their covers over them and tucked them into bed, “Get some good sleep, tomorrow will be another long day for us.
He pressed a soft kiss on Q’s forehead.
They looked at Chuuya with puppy eyes, “Can we get more brown sugar cookies tomorrow?”
Fyodor sat on the edge of the bed beside Chuuya and patted his back, “How about we go together tomorrow? Papa needs a break too,” he said, pulling him closer while caressing his hands.
“O–oi, Fedya…” Chuuya mumbled.
“As long as I get those cookies, okay but please, can you flirt not in my room and not in front of me either?” Q asked, cringing at the sight of their two dads giving funny eyes at each other.
“For the last time, kid! We’re not flirting!”
“Then be lovey-dovey somewhere else.”
“I swear to god—!”
They giggled under the covers, “That was sarcasm, Papa.”
“Acting smart now, huh?” Chuuya’s eyebrow twitched, “I hope you fall over and all the brown sugar cookies you get all fall to the ground.”
Fyodor patted Chuuya’s head, “Now, now, let’s not be so mean tonight to Q.”
“Yeah, you heard Dad, Papa.”
Chuuya tried his best to laugh it out, taking Fyodor’s advice. A Dad’s son… aren’t you?
“I think it’s time to let you sleep now,” the redhead suggested, despite the annoyed expression all over his face.
He stood up along with Fyodor.
“Goodnight Q,” Fyodor brushed some of their hair away from their face, “sweet dreams.”
“Goodnight, Dad…”
Chuuya smiled as well, cooling off a little, “Rest well, kid.”
“Goodnight, Papa… I want to use more of your money tomorrow…” Q murmured, slowly drifting off to sleep.
“You little bastard…”
The door closed and Q turned their back towards the door, hugging Bunny-san tightly to their chest.
They smiled, content with the family they’re temporary with now.
I love my Papa and Dad very much.
A mafia executive… a member of the murdering organisation…
I couldn’t have asked for a better family than this…
Not even those annoying people from the Guild could do any better.
I hate Steinbeck. Forcing me to go under this mission just because I’m a child…
We’re all after the same thing.
Q’s eyes slowly began to close.
A family picture of them in the embrace of Chuuya and Fyodor was filled with happiness but was tainted with blood across the image.
The truth about their family will remain a secret.
‘Till death do us part… Dad, Papa…