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Chuuya glanced from his chair to the small table full of papers in front of him. He wondered under what paper the report of the mission they had completed today lay. His brows furrowed as his hands lifted the papers from the table, causing new papers to pop out from under them. Maybe he needed to see the papers clearly to find the report. Perhaps it would have been logical for him to get up from his chair and turn on the light.
But he didn't care enough about the report to make that move. His mind was still on what happened today. He wondered why that shitty brown hair was acting so weird today. Even thinking about this got on his nerves so Chuuya bent slightly and picked up the wine bottle at his feet. He wanted to pour the wine on his head, but even that move was completely futile. The bottle was completely empty. As his already frayed nerves became even more strained, Chuuya cursed and threw the bottle back on the ground.
When the bottle fell to the ground, it made quite a noise, and Chuuya wondered if it had been accidentally broken. He squinted at the floor so he could see the bottle in the rather dim room. The bottle was definitely one piece. For some reason, the fact that the bottle didn't break felt frustrating. If it wasn't going to break, what was the point of making such an unnecessary sound?
Again, as his brows knitted together, the room suddenly lit up. An orange glow allowed him to see every detail in the room. He heard a deafening popping sound that made him close his ears as he saw the rim of the bottle break slightly, thanks to the light. When his eyes opened wide, the sleep that had fallen on him was completely dissipated. He got up from his chair and ran to the small window of the room.
A car was burning hot right in front of his eyes. Not a car, but his own car was on fire. Its iron body was melting, its wheels were completely thrown around. The windows were shattered. In front of him was a scene reminiscent of absolute hell. The fever was so high that Chuuya couldn't take his eyes off the orange color that melted everything for a long time.
He wondered why his car was blown up. Because of the Port Mafia's enemies? Were they trying to intimidate? That was probably the goal, if they wanted Chuuya dead, they should have blown up the car while he was in it. Chuuya stopped thinking and returned to the orange fire-lit room. As soon as he turn his back he immediately left the room. He could hear people's voices as he descended the stairs of the apartment. Just as he was leaving the apartment, he heard another explosion. He couldn't understand what had exploded yet, but he decided that approaching the car didn't make much sense.
People were also watching the burning car from quite a distance. Chuuya looked around. Blue eyes searched for any suspicious movement. He wondered if the person who did this was still around.
People around him were talking about whose car it was. No one knew the owner, but Chuuya was able to realize that everyone was feeling sorry for the owner of the car. Frankly, he couldn't care less about a car. He hardly ever used it. He would definitely prefer to go anywhere by his bike. As he looked around, his eyes met with the boy in the black cloak.
With their eyes crossed, Chuuya recognized the young boy. The young boy approached and stopped right in front of Chuuya. Normally, this boy had a nervous expression, but the emotions on boy’s face were beyond anger right now. Chuuya couldn't understand what was happening. The orange glow of his car, still burning, illuminated the surroundings, and the young member of the Port Mafia was standing in front of him with two gunmen behind him.
"What's wrong, Akutagawa?" asked Chuuya, annoyed by the young boy staring at him. It was as if he was trying to understand something, but when Chuuya spoke, he stopped looking at him. His gaze returned to the burning car. Chuuya thought that was the problem. Had he come to check if something had happened to Chuuya? This was not something the Port Mafia would do.
"Boss is urgently calling you, Nakahara-san." The young boy's eyes turned back to the red-haired executive. Chuuya couldn't understand the reason for the anger in the boy's eyes, but despite this anger, it was just a ten act for him to still act respectfully. Not knowing what to say, Chuuya just said, "Okay."
Fortunately, he hadn't even changed his clothes yet. He was still wearing the clothes he had worn in the morning on his way to mission. They were a little wrinkled, but he didn't think it would be a big deal if the boss was calling him at this time of night. After those words that came out of his lips, Akutagawa turned around and started walking. Chuuya was following Akutagawa, and two armed port mafia members were following him.
It was obvious that there was a problem. His instincts were screaming for him to run, but he had no reason to do such a thing. It wasn't the first time the boss had called him. It was okay if he ignored the fact that it was a little past midnight, his car scorching on the stage where they still left behind, Akutagawa's anger, and the two gunmen behind him.
"What's going on, Akutagawa?" Realizing that he had a lot going on to worry about, Chuuya couldn't stand the awkward silence.
"I was ordered not to say anything to you." said Akutagawa when he stopped walking. A black limousine stopped right in front of them. In the dark of the night, it would have been almost undetectable if it weren't for the orange fires that were actually quite far away.
Akutagawa opened the door and looked at Chuuya. Even more confused, Chuuya got into the car. Two gunmen got in behind him, and lastly, Akutagawa. As soon as the door closed, the car began to move forward.
"Did the Boss order this?" Chuuya was too curious to sit still. And this uncertainty was making him angry. "If it's about today's mission-"
"No. It has nothing to do with today's mission, Nakahara-san. Boss has ordered us to give you absolutely no explanations."
Chuuya couldn't understand, and at this point he decided to stop thinking. He let out an audible sigh, as if admitting his defeat. His eyes fell on the two gunmen. They both stood on the alert and never took their eyes off Chuuya for a second.
Stop thinking, he said to himself. Don't worry, you'll be near the boss soon anyway. You learn everything there. He repeated them all along the way. When the car finally stopped, Akutagawa was the first to get out, followed by Chuuya, then the other two.
As the four of them entered the port mafia's building together, Chuuya could sense the panic inside. Despite this hour, it was very crowded inside and almost everyone was running here and there. As they arrived in front of the elevator, Akutagawa stopped. "I hope you can go on alone, Nakhara-san." he said as he called the elevator.
Chuuya just nodded and got on the incoming elevator. He could feel eyes on him as the elevator door closed. In fact, ever since he stepped into the building, he had felt the weight of the gaze on him very clearly.
He took a deep breath and looked in the elevator mirror behind him. His orange hair was messy, and if it weren't for the hat on his head, they would have looked like he had just gotten out of bed. His under eyes were like proof that he couldn't sleep because of the busy work in the last days. He didn't like to sleep anyway. Just as he was straightening his top, the ringing sound of him coming to the floor he wanted was heard. He tugged on his vest and stepped out through the open door. When he got to the big door at the end of the corridor, he coughed lightly and knocked on the door.
"Come." With the Boss's voice coming from inside, Chuuya opened the door like a robot. He walked in like a robot, took off his hat, bowed to the Boss.
"Chuuya, you're finally here." said Mori Ougai. There was something strange in his voice. Chuuya was no longer surprised at the strange things that had happened tonight. He lifted his bowed head and met the eyes of the former doctor. Anger in his eyes made him swallow. He couldn't predict what would happen. Chuuya cleared his throat slightly and roughly said, "You called."
The Port Mafia's boss got up from the table he was sitting at and started walking slowly towards Chuuya. Chuuya took the opportunity to examine the room until the Boss was standing right in front of him.
The environment was rather messy compared to normal. The blond-haired little girl was drawing on the floor with pastel pencils in her hand. With the orange pencil in her hand, she dye the mans hair which is lying in a pool of blood. This seemed pretty scary at one point.
When Mori Ougai stopped right in front of him, Chuuya forced himself to raise his eyes to look into the eyes of the man before him. "You wouldn't believe what happened today," the man said as their eyes met. He said in an emotionless tone. Chuuya didn't know what had happened, but he thought that if he had to guess, it could be a complete disaster. Otherwise, he couldn't make sense of what had happened tonight.
Mori Ougai was looking at his face as if searching for something. "Do you know what happened today?" he asked. Chuuya felt compelled to swallow before answering. "No, Boss." he said in the most robotic voice he could. Mori Ougai laughed. That sound of laughter was goosebumps. All of Chuuya's species were lifted into the air.
I should have run away, he thought. It was a fucking mistake to come here, he thought. But this could not fill his thoughts. He needed reasons, but no one seemed to want to give them to Chuuya.
"Of course you don't know." said the former doctor sharply. Then he turned around and walked over to his desk, picking up a crumpled piece of paper from it. With an eerie smile on his face, he handed the paper to Chuuya. "Can you read this out loud for us?" he asked. It was clear that this was an order, not a question. Chuuya couldn't understand why he felt so nervous as he took the paper from the former doctor's hand.
The moment he lowered his eyes to the paper, he recognized the handwriting. It was the handwriting on the sketchy reports he always had to correct, the handwriting on the notes where the most absurd things were occasionally written in the most unlikely places of his house. Chuuya's brows furrowed. The words came out of his mouth like a reflex as his eyes slid over the sentences on the paper.
"Dear Mori-san,
I know it will be difficult for you to manage the port mafia without me. But I no longer work here. I decided that I wanted to be someone who protects people. I thought that if I protected people, I would be more likely to find someone who wanted to commit suicide with me. I'm sure you'll agree with me. Hope i don't have to see you soon!!!
Sincerely, Dazai Osamu."
When the sentences on the white paper were finished, Chuuya couldn't think of anything, even if he wanted to. Did that mean Dazai left the port mafia? Before he could even think about it, Mori Ougai pulled the paper from his hand, crumpled it, and threw it away. Looking into Chuuya's blue eyes, "And that's not all. We learned that Dazai was involved in Armed Detective Agency."
Chuuya's eyes widened. "B-but that's a-"
"Yes, Chuuya-kun. It's a betrayal. A literal betrayal." The former doctor interrupted the red-haired executive. Chuuya felt like he couldn't breathe, he couldn't believe what was happening every ounce of his body. When he finally could speak, he was studying Mori's eyes, which he hadn't taken off for a moment.
"What does this have to do with me?" he asked, looking for an answer in the boss's eyes. Again the same chilling laughter was heard. "You know Chuuya-kun~ You guys have been inseparable for many years. Are you claiming that you didn't know that your partner betrayed the Port Mafia?"
Finally realizing what is happening, Chuuya's mind went completely blank. They thought he was helping Dazai, they were taking out the anger of shitty Dazai's betrayal from him.
"Never, Boss. I would never betray the port mafia or protect someone who would!" he said in a tone that couldn't believe what he was accused of. Mori Ougai did not seem convinced. Or to be convinced. He was looking for someone to take his anger out on, and the executive across from him fit his criteria exactly.
He raised his hand and grabbed the red-haired executive's chin rather hard. "Do you expect me to believe that?" he said through clenched teeth. Chuuya didn't know what to do, his jaw definitely hurt. With his free hand, Mori Ougai took a scalpel from his pocket and pressed it to Chuuya's throat.
"Tell me the truth." he said in a menacing tone. Chuuya swallowed, and this move somehow made the scalpel sink deeper into his skin. He could feel the blood flowing. "I am telling the truth." Chuuya said. Mori Ougai thrust the scalpel even deeper.
As Chuuya reflexively tried to take a step back, "Don't move. This is an order. You will stand here without blinking." Boss's words made him stay where he was. His throat fucking hurt and he didn't know what to do or what to say.
He couldn't believe he was in this situation because of that shitty Dazai. If he ever meets that man again, he'll definitely rip Dazai's heart out of his fucking chest.