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So far the mission was going well.
Since the truce, both organizations started getting closer. At first, for the sake of joint missions. Then 'if you want we can give you a ride back's got a lot common and the next thing they know, numbers were exchanged and friends were made.
The most influenced ones were the Double Black duos, of course. Everyone was pretty happy that they got back the legendary Double Black to protect Yokohama. But what's better than having Double Black? New Double Black!
The two youngsters, at first, were filled to the brim with distain that they now had to work more with their archnemesis. Even more than the 22 year olds- (which was pretty odd because 'didn't the Double Black duo hate each other??).
This, of course, wasn't a problem that couldn't be solved by the ex-mafioso. With his- and his redheaded partner's. Again, weird.- dedicated plans to get these two to at least tolerate each other, the problem was partially solved.
(At least there weren't any sudden explosions from the two because they randomly bumped into each other or any more spending money from Port Mafia's budget to fix the damaged properties.)
This takes us to where they are now. There was an ability user wrecking havoc. Mori decided that it would be a good exercise to send the New Double Black. Chuuya was also sent to babysit them and Dazai kindly invited himself after hearing even 'his dearest hatrack' was coming (of course he did.).
The man was tricky to capture. He had the ability to teleport. Well, Chuuya supposed it was some kind of teleportation ability since Dazai didn't explain jack shit to neither of them. He would say the brunette didn't know either but let's be real, what didn't he know?
But anyway, they somewhat made Dazai touch him- (Chuuya threw him to the man) and apparently, it was a bad idea. Bluish lights started to cover both men.
Chuuya cursed his luck. And the next second he was sprinting towards the light. "Stay back you two!" He shouted over the noise of the ability.
He heard the weretiger screaming his name but it was too late. The second he touched Dazai to get them separated, he realised two things:
One, the man was gone, he could see it now that he is inside the lights too.
And two, Dazai was not himself. He looked like his you-
Before finishing his train of thoughts, Chuuya was enveloped by the dark.
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He tried to open his eyes but the light was too bright. He felt his head throb and grimaced.
That won't do. He had to get up. They might be in danger.
They...right. The mackerel must be with him too.
Finally, after the third try, he opened his eyes and sat up. His first instinct was to look for his companion until something got his attention. There was more than necessary sunlight. He clearly remembers the mission being at sunset and in a dark alley. He couldn't be knocked out for at least 10 hours. If that was the case then he would've been in the Port Mafia infirmary. He was also pretty sure he couldn't be in that kind of condition where he's knocked out for longer than 30 minutes, courtesy of the god inside him.
He sighed and looked around the field. He was obviously in a school property if the tall building with bold letter saying "UA HIGH SCHOOL" wasn't something his mind made up.
With one last inhale he got on his feet. He had to find the waste of space.
(Un)Fortunately for him, he didn't have to look for long. The brunette was lying with his back to the redhead a few meters away.
With a huff he made his way to the mackerel, still knocked out and- wait...
Fucking hell.
Like they needed any more problem, Dazai was not Dazai. At least 'their' Dazai.
The brunette was much more younger than Chuuya remembered him last. His face was softer and rounder from being a kid. And he totally looked like the sixteen Dazai he knows like the back of his palm. After all, he was there for every second of his teen years. He knew the scars and how Dazai got them.
For instance, even standing over him, he could see the tiny scars on the side of his chin that he got when they were on a mission in Rome. It was days ago from the brunets birthday and Chuuya was making fun of him for technically being a year younger than him through all the mission. Of course, because Dazai was a petty little shit, in the middle of the fight, he turned to chuuya to retaliate and the man he was fighting grazed his chin with his knife.
Grazed, because not even a second later Chuuya bashed his skull to the ground.
But anyway, the moral of the story is, just looking at this particular scar and the others which weren't there yet, he would say Dazai's sixteen.
The other important question was himself.
However, he didn't need to scan himself to know his age. His hand combing through his hair and stopping at the very end, it was a little past his chin. So yes they both were at the same age.
Now comes the real important question.
Where the fuck they are and how?
He kicked the boy at his feet, making him groan at the sudden attack. "Rise and shine, fucker." He grumbled.
"Chuuya..." Dazai complained, but surprisingly made an actual effort to sit up properly.
His eyes taking in eveything around them. Finally his gaze stopped at Chuuya. "Did you shrink, slug?" The boy smirked and dodged the kick aimed at his head.
"Ha ha, very funny." The redhead sighed and gave his hand to the brunette to pull him up. He was still shorter than Dazai but at least the mackerel wasn't a beanpole like his 22 self.
"So, what do we do now?" Chuuya asked. They still had their memory of what happened so that was good. Just when the brunette turned to him to speak they heard a shout.
"Hey, you two!" Turning to the cause of the noise, they saw a man coming with at least two dozen children trailing behind him.
Furrowing his brows, Chuuya stood slightly in front of the brunet. A habit from their time in the mafia together.
"Who are you? What are you doing here? How did you even get past the security system?" The man questioned the two now-teenagers.
"Ahh, sorry for our intrusion mister. We really didn't want to cause trouble. You see, we came here accidently." Dazai waved his hands in a manner like saying 'we're not a threat'.
The dark haired man didn't look convinced. Chuuya sighed. "Yeah, if you could show us the exit we'll be on our way. We really don't look for danger."
And to Chuuya's defense, the man took a few seconds to consider his offer. " No, no that won't do. You tresspassed the UA grounds, there is going to be consequences. You both need to come with me to the principal's office."
So that's why they're now sitting in a spacious office with a rat-bear creature and three other occupants. "Care to explain why you two were in my school's grounds without permission?" The rat-bear - Chuuya still hasn't got over it - asked.
Dazai took a deep breath. "Okay, well I guess we aren't going anywhere until we explain. However, you might as well give us a hand."
The redhead huffed a laugh at the other's confession. Despite of the realisation of being in deeper shit than he previously thought now that the Dazai confessed needing help, it was hilarious of the genius to consiously seek help.
"Oh, and why would that be?" The rat looked between the two of them, obviously analyzing. But Chuuya will be damned if he was an easy-read. All these years with Dazai-emotionally-constipated-Osamu payed off in him being able to school his own expressions as well. The bastard rubbed off on him too much.
So without needing to look at the brunet, he understood the other's message. They had to tell the truth to go back.
With an inhale Dazai started. "My name is Dazai Osamu and this is Nakahara Chuuya. We're from Yokohama."
"What nonsense are you talking about, kid? Yokohama's not a city anymore, not since two thousand years ago." The angry looking man said.
"Holy shit." Chuuya barked out a laugh which earned him concerned looks but he was looking at Dazai's surprised face. It worth even more than a four billion yen masterpiece.
Composing himself a little Chuuya finally spoke. "Not even you would've guessed it mackerel, hah? What in the ever fucking shithole did you get us in?"
"Okay, first of all, it's not like you're not in the wrong either. Why would you even throw me to the fucking man we're chasing?" Dazai retorted frustratedly. It wasn't like him to not know things before they happen.
"You hit your head? Maybe because of your fucking ability! Do you really think we would've capture him with those noddle arm and legs of yours?"
"Agency sent Atsushi for a reason slug, not that you'd know, your tacky hat is eating your brain away faster than I thought."
"My hat's not tacky you bandage wasting machine! Also, if the Agency's representetive was the weretiger, then why the fuck did you come with us?!"
"Obviously, to babysit you three! Mori-san's delusional if he thinks a dog like you would be a good choice for looking after the New Double Black since you yourself need guidance from your master!"
"Enough of the dog jokes, you bastard. Do I say anything about you being a menace to society and scare away everyone with your abnorm-"
"Okay that's enough!" They both shut up turned towards the homeless looking man. "Will you two explain without bickering for a second?"
Dazai huffed and turned away from the redhead to sit back again instead of staying in Chuuya's personal space. "I was going to if i wasn't intrupted." He gave the spandex man a dirty glare. "But I guess you gave us a hint of whats's going on anyway," Dazai said.
"Apparently, we time traveled two thousand years into the future. Must be that motherfucker's doing." The last part was more to himself but was heard nonethless.
"Again, you're not making sense. Time travel is not real." The spandex- Dazai was going to call him that- spoke once again. He was getting on his nerves, really, the man couldn't stop sharing his thoughts.
"Believe what you'll believe, I don't care. Just listen because I know in somewhere your thick skull, there's a brain." Then continued without giving the spandex a change to speak. "About how we came here, we were on a mission."
Chuuya took it from there. "Our respective organizations were made aware of a man causing trouble so we were send with two of our protegees. The man was an ability user, I guessed it was someting related to teleportation but didn't know for sure so we chased him for some time. He dodged every attack so I got mad and threw this bastard on him. Now don't look at me like that, I know that throwing people is not considered okay but mackerel's ability is nullification so I thought making them touch will make it easier for us to capture the man." The redhead stopped for a moment to breath and it was all it took for the other party to take the matter in their hands.
"You have an ability? Stop playing kids, we can keep you here until you tell the truth." The dark haired man said with a hard gaze that told them to be serious.
Chuuya massaged his temple with his hand. If they didn't believe them then how the fuck will they get help?
"True, abilities have gone extinct. You can find it in every history book if you looked for it so don't try to act you're from the past."
"If abilities are no longer here, then do you guys have special powers? I've seen those mutations so there must be." Dazai questioned. And he's right, Chuuya saw the kids that came with the dark haired man too. It didn't occur to him at that time but abilities are not genetical, so they don't manifest any mutations. As Dazai said, there must be something else.
For the first time, the only women in the room spoke. "Don't tell me you kids don't know what quirks are. You won't trick us with acting clueless." She crossed her arms.
"For fuck's sake, what should we do to make you believe us?" Chuuya snapped. He was already stressed about all this.
"Look, I have an idea. You're saying that abilities can be found in books, so ability users should be too." Dazai stated. "Well yes, but everyone can reach to that information."
"Ask us anything. Ask us things only the government would know and we'll answer everything." The brunet offered. Now all they had to do was believing him.
The spandex sneered. "We won't waste our time on your little joke, kid. If you think you can play with pro-he-" To their surprise though, the rat-bear interjected. "We accept. I'll call a government personnel to interrogate you two." he announced. "Though you'll have to wait for an hour or so for them to come here."
"Yeah, sure. As long as you believe us."
"We'll see."
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