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Chuuya was just going about his day normally, having just finished an easy mission that didn’t even require his help, only having to supervise the newer recruits. Whose job was to intimidate a buyer into actually paying stead of pulling off and trying to sweet talk into not paying. An annoyance in and of itself. Otherwise there was nothing too noticeable. He wandered the streets of Yokohama after the mission, admiring the city he swore to protect.

The towering skyscrapers, busy vendors and people milling around, having the time to kill, as he finished the mission earlier than expected, with the recruits doing things more efficiently than some of his past subordinates who didn't even last a day in the field. He strolled the busy streets. He wandered through the crowds of people who didn’t bat a lash in his presence. Unaware of the danger they just passed. Sometimes it was comforting knowing that others didn't recognise him. The cloak of being anonymous and being unknown in an underworld of being known. Some did turn toward him though looking at the short handsome man in quite flattering business attire. Despite how annoying that is. Being stared at and scrutinised gave him a sense of dread he wished to keep buried and never seen again.

He was passing over a crosswalk when he accidentally bumped into someone. They were very tall (around 6’7 6’8) and had a hood over their head that hid most of their defining features. But peaking slightly out of the hood was a lock of white hair. He wore some baggy pants and converses with a few too many stickers and drawings.

Chuuya being caught off guard at being bumped into, stumbled over a bit. Losing his hat in the process. It flung out a few feet and bumped into the tall strangers feet. The unknown person reached down and picked up his hat. Brushed it off of any dust that would have collected on it and handed it over and quickly strode off without an apology or speaking for that matter.

Quick and quiet. Suspiciously so. Their movements were like a trained assassin, or maybe something equally as quiet and nimble. Despite the tall figure the person had they blended well into the crowd. Someone that nimble and quiet wouldn’t bump into another person that easily, most likely on purpose.

Never being too careful, he pats himself down checking for trackers or anything that would be out of place. But there wasn't anything, no tracker, nothing swiped from his pockets, there's nothing out of place. Chuuya brushes off the strange scenario (despite the nagging voice saying otherwise, that he should keep his guard up and double check everything) and continues to aimlessly walk around Yokohama.

Nothing too noticeable.

–

The long and tiring day at the Mafia finally came to a close.

After Chuuya handed in his report to Mori, the boss of the port mafia, of the completed mission and the competency of certain recruits he headed back to his comfortable penthouse. In one of the neighbouring skyscrapers next to the 5 daunting buildings that towered over the rest of the city. Home to the Port Mafia. He lived on the top floor, with only himself. (despite his many conflicts with the owner of the building about pets he could never convince them)

Hopeful to get a decent amount of rest.

Being a Mafia executive is no easy job, the records, mission and watching out for the recruits and newer subordinates rarely leaves any free time during the day. (another reason he cant have a pet)

As Chuuya headed to bed, placing his hat on his stand in the small study, having a shower and getting changed he finally laid down to rest. During his dreamless sleep, loud snores echoed around the short mafioso’s apartments.

Not a flattering sight really. The tiny snot bubble does not help with his reputation. Dazai would've made so much fun of him if he saw what he looked like, probably even calling him a slug with sticky slime or something.

He was absolutely clueless to the shadowed figure who entered the penthouse through the window with a clear mission in mind. Clad in a hood and black pants, soft discreet shoes and a mask covering their entire face, a perfect assassin or thieves outfit.

But the figure didn’t steal anything, not the severely overpriced nick-knacks around his apartment or the expensive wine in his small cellar. He didn’t even try to take out the mafioso in his sleep. Only there to touch an object and leave.

Without hesitance the shadowed figure tip-toed around the apartment, searching through the kitchen, living room and office. Finally finding the object the figure grazed his bare hands across the felt. A sinister smirk crawled upwards. The figure let out a small chuckle careful to not disturb the sleeping figure, the grin widening to a concerning length.

{This is going to be so much fun!}

—

The next day when Chuuya woke up. He found that he was well rested and didn’t have the raging headache he normally gets in the morning. From the nagging destructive singularity occupying his head rent free. Loud and incessant, corrupting his mind in his sleep giving his visuals of the betrayal and his time with Verlaine.

The deaths and needless pain.

It's standard to normally wake up in a sweat or screaming his throat hoarse. Never quite remembering his dreams, if he even had any to begin with.

He brushed off the strange occurrence of neither of those things happening and excused it for the god taking a nap or getting bored of his reactions every morning. He just continued his morning routine. While he was preparing his breakfast (omurice and miso soup), he found himself having trouble grabbing a mug from his top cupboard. Chuuya tried to reach up and grab it, only being a few centimetres short.

Chuuya started to curse his luck and a certain someone for rearranging his cupboards, every time he breaks into his house.

‘That damn shitty fucking mackerel moved the mugs again, first in the all the cupboards randomly scrawled around and now in the top shelf. Fuck my stupid fucking height! And Arahabaki for stunting my growth’

Irritated and beyond annoyed he tried to use his ability ‘For The Tainted Sorrow’. Willing the power of gravity he normally had, the vice of power given to him through means not kindly. It didn't work. Maybe a fluke. (but he never flukes, he can't afford to have a fluke) The weightlessness of his ability or the crushing pressure that settles in his chest is no longer there.

Dizzied and rightfully confused, he tried again. Nothing. Again. Nothing, again, nothing again again

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It didn’t work..

Nothing worked…

His ability is gone….

gone.

It was now that he started to freak out. He skipped his coffee and left his half made breakfast on the table to quickly get changed and head to his boss.

He should know what was going on, he's a genius after all.

Having eyes and ears everywhere, not one sound in the underground didn’t reach his ears. (Then that means Dazai knows too) Running towards the organisation he worked for, for 7 years.

Bursting through the glass doors of his workplace he sped over to the elevator frazzled and unkempt. His hair in a wild mane, hat slightly askew and shirt half-assed tucked in.

The mafia grunts startled, moved out of his way and saluted.

The normally calm, collected and stern executive was frazzled, dishevelled and crazed. His eyes now have a glint that only ever shows itself when in his corrupted form. Effectively freaking out the guards and grunts.

Even those who’ve never seen the full power of Chuuyas ability tremble at the gaze.

In the elevator Chuuya was trying to stamp down his nerves for his impromptu meeting with the boss. The elevator door dinged, signalling the end of the trip up to the last floor. Chuuya entered the corridor to the office of Mori Ougai, his boss.

He knocked on the large wooden door, a muffled, ‘Come in’ could be heard from inside. The short mafioso entered and bowed towards his boss. ‘What is it you need Chuuya-kun, i was a bit busy’ Mori spoke with a level tone.

Rising from the bow, Chuuya took a good look at Mori. Much like himself Mori was slightly 'off' with the same crazed glint in his eye, his normal nonchalant mask was cracked in panic. He ignored the obvious panic and disorientated body language of his boss. Knowing if he pointed it out he would be dismissed. Getting straight to the point, as there was no tiptoeing the topic at hand.

‘My ability isn't working, this morning when I was trying to use my ability it no longer responded to me’,

Chuuya said as he started fidgeting with his coat as it was sliding off his shoulders. In fact Chuuya was quite unnerved by the lack of anger resting in his mind, the normal things that agitated him are now slight inconveniences. Still not having his ability to keep items of clothing in place does get a bit annoying.

Mori hummed a response,’That explains why Elise-chan is no longer here’.

Mori has calmed down significantly from the time Chuuya entered his office.

Now noticing the lack of ability from his boss he said ‘Do you think this is the work of another ability user?’

‘That is the only explanation, it must be quite a powerful ability if it can incapacitate the boss of the Port Mafia and its strongest Executive.’

Mori was unusually calm for the dire situation at hand.

—

After a few minutes of discussing the problem, 3 loud knocks were heard from the door of the office. The door opened once Mori allowed the person to come in.

At the door stood 4 powerful mafioso, all with worried or alarmed expressions.

The 4 consist of:

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, the mafia's rabid dog, former apprentice of ex-mafia member Dazai Osamu

Kouyou Ozaki, Port Mafia executive, Mentor of Chuuya Nakahara. (she still held her casual grace)

Hirostu Ryuro, Commander of the Black Lizard. (his usual cigarette unlit and clenched tightly in his hand)

Tachihara Michizo, Battalion leader of the Black Lizard, whose scarring on his eyes nearly blinded him. (he proved his loyalty after the final fight against Decay Of Angels)

The 4 mafiosos entered the room all sporting the same problem as the other 2 in the room. But before any of the new people spoke a word, Mori received an anonymous phone call.

It rang throughout the office, but it wasn’t his work phone but rather his personal one. Very few people knew of this phone and fewer were even able to contact it.

Mori held up his hand to silence the people in his office. Mori didn’t recognise the number but picked it up anyway.

‘Hello Mori Ougai, can you please put me on speaker.’

The unknown voice spoke with a slight Northern European accent into the speaker, it wasn’t a question but a demand. The PM boss held no qualms with this and put the phone on speaker. The others in the room were clearly confused with this but said nothing.

‘Your on speaker’ Mori said into the phone he was holding.

‘Splendid, Hello Mori Ougai, Nakahara Chuuya, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Kouyou Ozaki, Hirotsu Ryuro and Tachihara Michizo. As most are aware you all have no longer access to your abilities. This is the cause of my associate whose name will not be disclosed in this call, he is quite the trouble maker so I apologise in his regard. Anyway, he has informed me that members of the Port Mafia and Armed Detective Agency have all been affected by his ability. Before i continue can one of you please call up the ADA in this regard so i can discuss with everyone instead of having to separate calls. Its quite troublesome explaining this twice.’

Chuuya was the only one who had access to his phone at that moment and opened his phone reluctantly to call up the Agency.

After 1 ring of his phone an out of breath member of the agency picked up the phone.

‘Huff, Huff, W-who is this?’

The speaker was Kunikida Doppo, the usually collected detective being unkempt and not using formalities is quite the site.

‘Hello Kunikida’

At the voice of the Port Mafia Executive, Kunikida quickly composed himself, hushed whispers on the other line before Kunikida spoke.

‘What do you need Nakahara-san?’

There was a wary tone in his voice as he spoke to the executive. Despite having a truce, they were still on rocky grounds.

"We are on the phone with a person who wishes to speak to people who have lost their ability, as a colleague of theirs has taken them from us. So we need those who lost their ability to come to the Port Mafia headquarters’ Chuuya said into the phone.

‘We are on our way’, Kunikida answered after a beat of silence, interrupted only by whispering on the other side of the phone.

Chapter Text

The morning of Dazai Osamu was unreasonably good in his humble opinion,  a weight he unknowingly carried was lifted off of his back. He felt like a leaf gliding in the autumn wind as he got ready for the day. Not quite present but drifting, dissociating his way through the common movements of  morning.  What came as a great shock to Dazai was that he actually had a long deep sleep and wasn't half awake the entire night. With his insomnia and chronic obsession of being watched 24/7. It set him on edge. Was he drugged, poisoned without him knowing. Highly unlikely as it may be, he's been on guard. A strange rippling sensation pulled him when a young man gave him his coat when it flew off in the wind yesterday. It felt oddly like an ability, but not quite. As that feeling was like a wave or ripple, erasing any other ability is like a gust of wind against a candle wick putting it out. It was weird and unsettling. 

He finished having a shower (he stunk of alcohol and canned crab), the hollow feeling he usually felt no longer hung in his chest. Instead it was filled with a fuzzy warmth from the shower. His chest felt light and airy, like a bubble.  

Odd.

Once he finished getting changed and drying his hair he saw the mess of his dorm room. Not wanting to leave just yet (so he can be late and annoy Kunikida), he started cleaning his room. This agitated him quite a bit, he threw his dirty clothes into his hamper, chucked his take away containers into the bin (which stunk and disgusted him) and folded his laundry and put it away. This took up less time than he thought as it only took 30 minutes.

Suddenly a yowl of hunger came from his stomach, realising he forgot his breakfast. This also unnerved him because he never grew hungry easily, he alway relied on someone reminding him as he never felt the pains of hunger as prominently as he felt now. Realisation hit him then and there.

He has feelings…

Now this may come as a shock because “Of Course you have feeling Dazai your human!”.But Dazai will just laugh at you for that because his ability ‘No Longer Human’ also nullified his ability to feel emotion and pain. His emotions simmer right below his skin. Like an itch you just can’t scratch. Pain eluded him. (He always pretended to feel pain, but on the odd chance he did feel it hurt like a bitch)

This rightful freaks him out, and not in a good way. His usual control of emotions is gone, he can’t pull up a mask. Shit, Shit, Shit, Fuck..

He does a quick calm down and collects himself and puts on a facade/mask before heading out the door so he can research abilities that will have an effect on him like this.

As he walks down the road towards a cafe to grab a muffin and coffee because he knew today will be a disaster, as well as to soothe the new ache in his stomach.

–

Dazai walked into the office really early, the only ones there were Fukuzawa and Ranpo. Fukzawa was in his office trying to entertain a cat that was perched on his window sill so he didn’t see Dazai walk into the office. It was quite the funny site, really seeing an old man trying to talk to a cat. Dazai huffed out a laugh at his thought.

Ranpo didn’t really take notice in Dazai as he was under his desk lifting a floorboard where he hid a secret stash of sweets. He deduced that Ranpo didn’t have any left at home so he came early to grab his stacks for the day. Ranpo never came to the office too much, always saying he was too smart and had more important things to do.

It did make sense as well for the 2 early birds to be in the office first as they only lived around the block of the agency and lived in the same flat. But it was still unnerving to him being one of the first ones here (it truly is the end of the world) as he was usually always late. 

After Ranpo finally takes notice of the new person in the office, he is slightly unnerved by the clear emotions present on his face. He of course can always find out what Dazai is thinking because he is the greatest detective in the world. He's just alarmed he didn’t need to look a little closer to read his emotions. His mask is poorly placed and you can clearly see his unsettled body language and emotions. It's like he put it on his sleeve.

As Ranpo was assessing Dazai, he made his way over to his desk to access his computer to search for ability users that may affect him. After 20 minutes of searching he came up with nothing. Disheartened and aggravated as his search came to a dead end he lifted his face from the blaring blue light of the screen.

–

Kunidia hadn’t expected anything of his day, he woke up at exactly 6:30, got changed, did his morning routine which ended at 7;20, then he went to get coffee at the cafe near his dorm. All according to his schedule, now he was waking for a certain brunette to ruin it somehow. So to his absolute surprise to see that brunette who made it a mission to ruin his schedule sitting at his desk DOING WORK!! You wouldn't blame him for doing a double take, and cleaning his glasses to make sure he isn’t hallucinating. 

He stood there for a solid 10 minutes and only looked away when Atsushi and Kyouka entered the door. Atsushi and Kyouka were also disturbed by the fact that Atsushi's mentor was working and was here before Kunikida (KUNIKIDA!). Atsushi debated going back to his dorm and skipping for the day, but pushed that thought away because he had the paperwork Dazai gave him to do. But the 3 just stood there watching Dazai rub his eyes as he leaned away from his computer and bluelight. 

Slowly the 3 went to their desk to get started for the day. Everyone else trinkled into the agency, giving Dazai a quick look before continuing on with their tasks. Once everyone was settled and in the agency Ranpo and Dazai took notice of all the differences each of the agency members wore.

Atsushi seemed a little lighter and rubbed his head quite a bit, looking a little unnerved but happy. (He was also rubbed his leg quite a bit as if it was in pain)

Kyouka whose normal nonchalant look was a little wary of her surroundings a little more than normal. (Like a protector of hers was no longer present)

Tanizaki looked a little red in the face, and seemed to be down with a fever of sorts. (Noami is also not in the office being out with Harumo to go shopping)

Kunikida was writing a bit less than usual and his notebook he usually had on him was nowhere to be seen.

Fukuzawa was indifferent as normal but was checking up on the rest of the agency members a bit more. (like a sort of protection was no longer there)

Kenji was a lot brighter and more awake,  eating a lot more than he normally allowed himself without a wink of sleep in his eyes.

Yosano was also doing a once over on all of her equipment, her butterfly pin oddly nowhere in sight.

-

After everyone in the agency has settled and started their day Ranpo noticed Dazai wanting to grab everyone's attention. And being the kind hearted superior he is (he totally didn’t want to cause chaos nuh uh)  he shouted to the agency. 

‘Everyone Dazai wants to say something!!’ in his usual bratty tone. (Authur: it's ok we all love him anyway)

There was an underlying hint of curiosity in his voice, that most didn’t hear except Dazai who finally realised his not so subtle edge. Ranpo was indeed curious on what caused the ex-port mafia executive and former Demon Prodigy to be cautious and unsettled.

‘Why thank you Ranpo-san, I want to do a quick experiment!’

The members of the agency were curious as to what type of experiment the suicidal man might have. Everyone agreed to the little experiment as it didn’t harm any of them or cause embarrassment to themselves or the agency.

‘Great! Now can everyone please use their abilities?’ 

Ranpo finally understood what was happening, why everyone is different, on edge. How their usual actions changed.

They no longer had their abilities…

The other people of the ada were confused at the odd suggestion but complied and tried to access their powers. 

But none of it worked…

Of Course this freaked the (once)  ability users out. Some frozen in a state of shock, others outwardly freaking out. Courses of yelling and confused shouting echoed in the once calm agency. Kunikida ran over to Dazai, shaking him so he could get answers.

‘ENOUGH!’

A loud roar reverberated around the agency, the President who was normally calm having an outburst startled everyone (including Ranpo). The man cleared his throat and spoke, authority and command clear in his voice. Dazai then continued to say his explanation as he was so rudely interrupted.

‘Someone has used their ability on us and has somehow erased them or taken them.’

Kunikida spoke out from the deafening silence from the agency.

Atsushi looked strangely pale at that concept of the loss of his ability. 

‘But your ability is able to cancel others. How is that possible?’

‘Well Kunikida, my ability cancels another ability when I touch them or it touches me. So it must be a type of transferable ability. Say i touched something and it took my ability from there’ (plus author logic)

–

After the initial freak out of their abilities being missing. Fukuzawa put hold on all missions and cases until they find the ability user who did this. The agency was a mess of people running from one end to another looking through old files and new ones. Some on the computer, others using hard copies, it was a mess of chaos. Even Ranpo couldn’t solve it straight away and had to resort to manual labour. 

Ater a total of 15 minutes of searching a ringing of a phone was heard through the building, Kunikida who was the closest to the phone picked it up out of breath without looking at the caller Id. 

‘Huff, Huff, w-who is it?’ Since he had no time to check the caller ID he was in quite the shock when the Strongest Port Mafia executive Chuuya Nakahara was on the other line.

‘Hello Kunikida’

Chuuya was as stoic as ever when he answered the call. Kunikida covered the phone and told everyone to be quiet, this greatly confuses everyone but they proceed to quieten down and slow their movement to see who kunikida is talking to. He straightened his posturn and held the phone back over his ear.

‘What is it you need Nakahara-san?’

Kunikida spoke in a wary but hostile tone, still not used to talking with the ADA’s former enemy. But he felt like the sudden call from Chuuya Nakahara  and the missing abilities from the ADA  had some sort of correlation. 

As the name of the Port Mafia executive was spoken everyone stopped what they were doing completely to listen in and eavesdrop on the conversation. Some hushed whispers were thrown about as to why the Port Mafia was calling.

"We are on the phone with a person who wishes to speak to people who have lost their ability, as a colleague of theirs has taken from us. So we need those who lost their ability to come to the Port Mafia headquarters’ 

Kunikida heard Chuuya say from the other line of the phone, he then realised what was said to him and responded

‘We are on our way.’ 

He hung up the phone promptly after, and took a deep breath. Calming his nerves and preparing to speak to his colleagues. Atsushi asked why Chuuya was talking to him. Kunikida then explained the situation to everyone in the room, and since Fukuzawa didn’t know if his ability was taken or not he decided to join in the mission over to the Port Mafia headquarters

The people who had to leave (those with abilities taken) were:

Dazai, Kunikida, Fukuzawa, Atsushi, Kyouka, Tanizaki, Kenji and Yosano.

–

Somewhere in an underground office 3 people were discussing their plan. Then another cloaked figure entered the room.

“Phase 3 has been set, they are headed over”

A cheery chuckle exited the shortest person's mouth. They looked at the various gems, geodes, stones and crystals laid out in front of them. The figure picked up a red aventurine which was fused with a gorgeous sapphire. Holding it up to the light. The crystal reflected many colours ot just the colours it was made from. When they placed the crystal back on its podium their fingers came back with a fine dust. 

“Wonderful, be sure everything is set before phase 3 is completed.”

{These players are truly going to understand, what true chaos really is}

{He really does look quite like this geode, i must pay my respect to him for taking his time to craft these beautiful stones}

Chapter Text

The people of the Armed Detective agency made their way over to the 5 largest skyscrapers where the home of the Port Mafia laid. Inside was sophisticated and modern, lined with red carpets and gorgeous paintings of the wonderful city they lived in. It was truly a sight to see. At almost every door was a guard with or without an ability, with minutely patrols around the floors. It strangely didn’t smell of old metallic smells or gun power as most members thought so  but of ocean and rain. (the smell greatly calmed most of the members but not noticeably it was soothing). For being one of the most powerful organisations that was known to ruthlessly kill it had a bit of a homely vibe to it.

Despite the warm and calming feeling the hallways gave off, the members were on guard and unnerved. Nonetheless, most members still felt unsafe walking on the once enemy grounds, despite the truce they now hold with the residence.

Atsushi was always looking for a quick way to escape in case things go south, he was continuously rubbing his arm feeling vulnerable without his ability. With Kyouka close behind him she was watching every guard and member of the Port mafia pass by an aura of suspicion and wariness radiating off of her. Since she has finally started to respect her ability she felt protected by its presence now it is gone. With Kenji in tow behind her having more energy but feeling weaker. Ranpo was wearing his glasses with his eyes slightly open next to Fukuzawa who had a steady hand on his katana. Tanizaki was hiding behind Yosano as she strutted through the hallway like a queen (despite the growing bile in her stomach as unwanted memories flashed in her mind).

The only person of the ADA who was remotely calmed by the atmosphere was Dazai. He walked around the Port Mafia headquarters as if he genuinely owned the place (some wouldn’t be surprised if he did). The ocean smell comforted him as he knew why the once horridly smelling hallways were neat and clean. (but a certain hatrack would disagree otherwise). None of the older port mafia members got in his way as he walked down the halls with an unusual grace to him, as they had seen the horrors of the merciless Demon Prodigy.

Their final destination was in view as they moved past the guard and entered a large meeting room. The farthest wall was a floor to ceiling window that was overlooking the city. At the top of the roof was a large chandelier, along the walls were bookshelves with past Mafia Bosses items scattered in an orderly fashion. The books were all of different authors from around the world, some dating back to the early 1800's to the late 1900's. In the centre of the room was a long table with a throne-like chair at the very end. A truly gorgeous room it was but they must admire it another time as they were here for a meeting.

At the table sat 8 mafia members, ages from the mere age of 13 to the lucky age of 50. At the table there was:

Mori Ougai, who sat at the head of the table (who had a phone neatly sat in front of him)

Chuuya Nakahara, he sat of the right of the Boss

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, was sitting next to Chuuya at the table (glaring at Atsushi as he entered)

Kouyou Ozaki, she was sitting to the left of Mori.

Hirotsu Ryuro was having a chat with Kouyou on the left of himself.

Kajii Motojirou, was frantically discussing an experiment he was doing to the child to his right.

Yumeo Kyusaku, they were listening intently (with a manic grin)  to Kajii and his melodramatic movements as he explained the experiment he did.

Lastly, Tachihara Michizou, who was scrolling through his phone, bored near Akutagawa and Hirtosu his superior.

–

The overall atmosphere of the meeting was very awkward, as they tried to converse with each other. The only ones who were unphased were the leaders and Soukoku who were arguing at the back of the room. Akutagawa was glaring at Atsushi convinced it was his fault, Atsushi was glaring back in retaliation.  After a few minutes of conversing (or arguing/glaring) the phone that sat in the middle of the table rang. Mori dragged himself out of his conversation to bring everyone to start the meeting. Once everyone was settled Mori put his phone on speaker and connected it to the speakers in the office so everyone could hear.

A voice on the other line spoke.

‘Hello Port Mafia and Armed Detective Agency, my name is Sasuki Mitsuma. I am the leader of the organisation ‘Bloody Roses’. In my small organisation I have 4 official members including myself. We wish no initial harm to either of your businesses and I hope for it to continue that way further into the future.

Anyways, I am getting off track here.

You may all be wondering why none of you can access your abilities and how that is possible. Well this is the cause of one of my colleagues' abilities. I will not go into specifics because it was against his wishes but I can say how it works as a transferable ability.

He did not mean any harm when taking your abilities and only wished to cause some minor mischief. 

I will make sure an incident will not happen again.

He will promptly return abilities to you 16.

The address to gather your abilities is at,

831 Nishi Kuyakusho st at around 12 am tomorrow

Hope to see you there.’

After that the call ended abruptly, everyone at the table looked up to their respectable leaders.

The 2 turned to each other having a small conversion with their eyes (Ah Zenki Soukoku), Mori smiled and Fukuzawa nodded in turn.

‘Everyone!’ Mori clapped, ‘you have today off to prepare anything for the trip tomorrow!’

With that said all members of the meeting slowly left the room to go their respectable ways and prep for the meeting again tomorrow.

–

The next day they all decided they would meet at the Port Mafia headquarters and go from there to the destination. As the Port Mafia members and Armed Detective Agency members  walked through the street Chuuya couldn't help but feel a little wave of nostalgia of the day when everything went to shit. It was surprisingly nice today as they walked down the streets.

When they arrived at the destination, a small skyscraper blended into the surrounding building. They were greeted by a tall skinny male with white braided hair (imagine Nikolias hair but longer and thicker) and frosted red and blue tips. They wore a white button up, blue dress pants and calf high boots. (A poet type of outfit with a silver blue corset). His eyes were an icey blue with specks of silver.

‘Hello Everyone!! It's a pleasure to meet you all, my name is Tunaki Juzuo and I'll be touring you around our base!’ came Juzuos chippy and happy tone.

Everyone there gave wary glances but Mori stood there and smiled. As he had a small conversation with Mitsuma about what to expect the next morning, and to be prepared for a person named Tunaki Juzuo as he is quite the happy man. Mori spoke up from the awkward crowd behind him.

‘It’s nice to meet you as well Juzuo-san, but please keep the tour quick as we have business to attend to and we want our abilities back.’ 

‘Of course, Of course! It should take an hour tops! Now follow me!’

Juzuo turned around and led the shuffling crowd behind him through the front door. When they entered the building it was an average business type waiting room, with people walking around the place with different files and papers all of which were normal business men and women. 

At the secretary's desk sat a woman with short black hair and green eyes. She looked up when Juzuo rang the bell 3 consecutive times in a row. She studied each of the people behind her colleague, her pupil zooming in on each person before nodding her head toward the elevator to the right of the desk. Juzuo turned and headed towards the elevator which was pointed to by the secretary.  Before the elevator door opened she clicked a button on the bottom on her desk, and the elevator changed instead of a normal elevator which was now a hallway which then led to the main base of the ‘Bloody Roses’.

Juzou gave a small tour which took up half an hour of their trip until they were led down some stairs toward the bottom floor. During the tour they were introduced to different rooms that can contain abilities so they can practise with the use of the people's abilities. It was quite impressive the amount of room the small organisation had. 

Once the group of 17 reached the bottom floor there stood a short person who was a few centimetres taller than Chuuya. They had fluffy short pitch black hair with blood red eyes. As if it was a pool of blood in their irises, it reminded of the blood he spilled, it reminded Dazai of the swirls of corruption, absolutely beautiful. They wore a black long sleeved dress shirt with a red vest and pants, adorned on their head was a white and red fedora quite like Chuuyas except it had a rose tucked on top. Before the person spoke a word Dazai walked to the front of the hallway and knelt in front of them

‘Oh your beauty is indescribable and flabbergasting. Your eyes are as beautiful as pools of enemy blood. Will you commit double suicide with me’

Now this greatly shocked and upset most people in the room. Kunikida was scolding him for doing such a dangerous act on unknown territory. Chuuya was standing there aghast at his ex-partners' antics. Asushi was regretting joining the agency nth time that day. Mori was amused, Fukuzawa was indifferent and Q was laughing along with Yosano. And may others were standing there confused at the suicidal man who knelt in front on the person. Juzou was not amused and was slightly annoyed. The individual grabbed their hand from Dazais hold and held his hand, with a small smile playing on their lips.

‘Now that does sound like a tempting offer, but I already planned my death and who I do it with.’

This astonished the people in the hallway as they never encounter a person other than Dazai who was interested in a Lovers suicide. Dazai was unreasonably unset as his chances were gone on a double suicide with the beautiful person in front of him. Juzuo was quite happy with the answer they gave him (bros jealous). Those who weren’t shocked recognised the voice of the person before them. Dazai solemnly stood up from where he knelt and dragged his feet over to the group behind him, a frown tugging on his lips. (Chuuya- Melodramatic Bastard)

‘Hello everyone I hope you had a great tour as you will be receiving your abilities now’

Fukuzawa spoke up,’Thank you, and the tour was great. But we really should get this done as fast as possible please’

‘Oh yes please follow me’ They waved their hand for them to follow them.

Behind the individual was a large dark oak door, when the door opened it revealed multiple pedestals of gorgeous gems and crystals. The site of the crystals was breathe taking they all had different colours ranging from Red and blue to black and white, they where truly gorgeous. As everyone slowly filtered into the room, they noticed names at the bottom of each crystal as well as what type of stone it is. The black haired person clapped their hands to grab everyone attention once they entered he room.

‘Now i would like to say before we begin that i am Sasuki Mitsuma who called everyone yesterday! Now with that out of the way we may begin

‘I want everyone in the room to please stand behind the crystal that has your name indicated beneath the crystal’

Slowly but surely everyone looked at each crystal and once they found the one with their name they stood behind in confused. This took around 15 minutes and once everyone was settled, Mitsuma began speaking instructions to everyone.

‘Now i want everyone to please remove any and all clothing that is on your hands so you can touch the crystal with your bare hands, then  pick up the crystal and hold it for a few seconds and  place it back down onto the pedestal’

Everyone did as instructed, baffled by the weird set of instruction given to them. Chuuya slowly removed his gloves along with Mori who was wear a pair of white surgical gloves. But as each of the people in the room carefully lifted the crystal they lowered it onto the pedestal once again after a few seconds. Atsushi who spoke with zero intention to do so asked.

‘Why did we pick up a crystal then place it back down again? I'm so confused’

Juzuo laughed at the boys bafflement and curiosity, this startled Atsushi as he didn’t realise he spoke and a light dust of blush covered his nose and ears. Clearly embarrassed by his lack of filter. Juzuo smiled and gave him the explanation.

‘Well Atsushi-kun it is apart of my wonderful ability! I wont give any details as that would give myself a disadvantage but everyone should have their abilities by tomorrow morning’

With that last note Mitsuma and Juzuo lead everyone out of their base and through the front door saying good bye before they closed it. On the other side a mischievous grin spread across the 2 peoples faces excited about the show tomorrow. Everyone else however said their goodbyes and headed back to their humble abodes. The storm on the horizon in slowly creeping in…

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Dazai has only had a singular good night of sleep and that was when he didn’t have his ability the day before. With his ability it always made him slightly on edge and always aware of his surroundings. No Longer Human, made everything around him quiet down and let him hear even the slightest of noises. It isn’t as good as Chuuyas and Atsushi's senses (where they can almost hear a heartbeat from a room over!!) but it is significantly better than the average person. 

So when he woke up the next day feeling well rested yet again, as well as really warm just like the night before if not warmer he realised he didn’t have his ability yet again.

Everything around him has duplicated in smell, colour and sound. The rustling of leaves next to his window, the dropping of water from the tap he accidentally left on the night before, and the half empty bottles of sake all over his apartment made his senses go haywire. He nearly had a panic attack. Now that was a surprises as he was never this overwhelmed by everything. Dazai quickly got up from his bed and ran towards his balcony to get a breath of air from the stuffy, suffocating apartment. Immediately after  he stepped outside, the noises almost doubled in noise. The crying child on the street below, even more rustling of trees, the sizzling of food stands, all of it was so overwhelming he didn’t know where to go. Dazai couldn’t go into his apartment because the smell was dizzying and he couldn't stay outside because the noise was giving him a headache. He didn’t even realise his breath had quickened until he felt lightheaded, and almost collapsed. 

He then remembered all the times he had to calm Chuuya down from panic attacks and overstimulated induced panic attacks. { In for 4, hold for 6 and out for 8 the chibi in his mind said. } . This reminded him of those times so he stumbled into his room trying to regulate his breathing and trying to find his noise reducing headphones. Finding it in one of his cupboards he then walked out and onto his balcony yet again but this time he wore  headphones and breathing calming down. Once he finally composed himself he felt really heavy for some reason and had a bit of trouble standing he brushed it off as exhaustion. He took a few more breaths, and finally calmed down.

Something is definitely wrong…

-

Something fell over in the penthouse of Chuuya Nakahara, just a simple book that fell over near his bed. But that soft thunk woke up the sleeping executive in a gasp. He immediately went into a battle stance preparing for any sort of attack against himself. Even though there are only 2 people that are able to access his apartment. That being himself and Shitty Dazai (He breaks into his apartment all the fucking time). He looked over his room just in case when he came up with nothing he sat down on his bed taking in the very shitty morning he's having. 

“Everything is so quiet,” Chuuya mumbled to himself. {and numbing}

He took a look around his room, noticing the dark colours of his room mould together. Everything is so monochrome and dull, like the brightness has been turned down from 100 - 20 in less than a few hours. 

Everything is empty and muted as Chuuya carried out his normal routine, he didn’t feel like doing anything. Just lie in bed, watch shows he's not interested in and maybe eat something. He also realised he isn’t very hungry so he skipped his normal food just for today.

Everything is silent it's unnerving; he can even hear his own thoughts which were usually plagued with the voices of destruction and violence. This would’ve freaked him out if he even felt something that morning except he just pushed on and headed to the Mafia headquarters. With a blank gaze and nothing in mind.

{I really feel like jumping out of a window at the moment}

-

Fukuzawa is a normal sleeper. He can sleep deeply but be aware of his surroundings at all times. So when he woke up the next day after the meeting with ‘Bloody Roses’ with an unfamiliar presence nearby but being unable to seen them. He instantly knew something happened in that meeting to cause this unwanted feeling in his stomach. This entity was unnerving to say the least, like a lingering touch that you just need to ask to go away. 

“Hello?, is anyone there?”

This was so stupid but he had to test a theory. If it was indeed true then he will have to have another meeting with Mori-dono about this problem. He waited a solid 10 seconds until a young child was standing in front of him. Unlike Mori whose ability was that of a young girl named Elise, this one had the features of Ranpo and Mori. 

 The childlike ability wore a brown hat which matches the colour of his inverses cape and pants, as well as a white button-up shirt, violet tie, black vest, white long socks, and black shoes. He also wore a red scarf similar to Mori-donos. His hair was as long a Moris but had the shape of Ranpos, the eyes were a piercing heterochromia green and purple. Fukuzawa shuddered at the similarities it had to 2 of the closest people in his life. 

He understood the situations once the young ability arrived in front of him.

{This is going to be a long day}

-

When Mori thought that something was wrong when they left the weird group of people the other day with the promises of their abilities back in order. He didn’t expect to still not have Elise-chan yet again!! By this point he is so Elise deprived he might just explode!! (Author: yes please explode!!) The ever presence of Elise-chan is still not there but an eerie peace has resided in him which is quite frankly weird. Some may say he's in denial but he knows he's a very paranoid man, so waking up with a tranquillity he's never acquired in his 40 years of life. But he still tried to summon his dear, dear Elise-chan but alas it didn’t work. After his initial freak out he started to head to work, knowing that another meeting will be in place in just a few hours.

{Hahhh, it truly is a beautiful day, i wonder how Elise-chan is doing?}

-

Atsushi woke up the next day in his humble closet with the quietness of the world around him. It was a little unnerving, waking up again to a quiet world. No sounds of cars or cooking pans put him at ease for a moment of time. Before realising he doesn’t have his enhanced hearing meaning he doesn’t have his ability. He just layed down for a bit longer enjoying the tranquillity and placidity, no overbearing sounds of the city, just him and the weird feeling on his skin…

Wait…

What…..

SKIN!!!!

Looking down at himself he saw that his clothes now had a blue hue to it more than normal, it shone from the light under his door. It’s so uncomfortable and confining but oddly protective. The clothes on his skin felt like an extension of his body, as if it was glued to his skin. The clothes he wore moved as if he was in control, like it was alive and was awaiting the command to come out. Knowing he no longer had his ability ‘ Beast Beneath The Moonlight’ and the tiger that was a constant in his mind was gone, the new ability he was hosting filled that spot with a strange sort of ease.

He slowly took in the knowledge of the ability in his possession. The pains from yesterday were still persistent and ever growing, slightly distracting him from the problem at hand. The throbbing agony was all over his legs and arm, as if it was stabbed and torn off over and over again. (Author: because it was Atsushi, many times)

He took a few seconds of messaging his leg to ease the constant pain he probably wouldn’t be able to walk for a bit.

‘Achoo!’

A small sneeze escaped him. 

{Hmm Probably due to the dust in the closet}

-

A blaring alarm that could most likely cause everyone in his apartment complex to go deaf as it blared at 5 in the morning. The rabid dog of the mafia was quick to cover his ears at the outrageous sound that was unusually much quieter than it is that morning  and tried to use Rashoumon to break the unbearable sound. Only to find out he no longer felt the ability that was like a second skin on his body. Frustrated more so that the still loud ass alarm is still going so he sacrificed his hearing to quickly turn it off and practically leap at the alarm clock on his bedside table. 

After the atrocious blare of his alarm, he then processed the information that he no longer had his ability still. 

{Fucking hell}

He then slowly took in his surroundings, everything was so bright and loud and absolutely horrendous. He had to cover his eyes to get rid of the vivid surroundings. A waft of a putrid smell of god knows what came from his usual ability filled coat that hung innocently on his chair. It stunk. Almost rivalling the slums in which he and gin were raised in, it was putrid.

{That needs a wash immediately}

So Akutagawa skimmed to his fate and headed over to his coat, holding his nose in the process. As he carefully put his coat in the washing machine with a few other rank smelling clothes around his apartment, he grabbed another set of clothes. 

A white under-shirt with a dark grey and black gradient sweater over the top. As well as black tight fitting slacks and a pair of loafers Gin gave him. Since he's now aware he no longer had his ability he put a gun holster on his hip that was hidden by a light grey coat that one of his subordinates he didn’t know the name of gave him. 

(basically a dark academia outfit)

As he was about to head out to go to the Port Mafia headquarters, a knife that was presumably Gins fell off a shelf and cut his finger. The blood, a rich crimson red slowly dripped from his finger, like all the blood shed he had caused. After staring for a few seconds he finally came to, a string of creative swear words left his mouth (Gin would have scolded him if she found out), he walked over to his sink to wash out the cut. But as he started the tap the cut healed over with a light blue glow.

He knows that glow.

“JINKO!!!!”

Chapter Text

Hello everyone!

I won't be posting on this fic for a long while, i just haven't had the motivation to write and i am currently moving. This wont be discontinued because i genuinely love this fic.

Writers block is a pain :')

I WILL continue to love this fic and i love creating the world itself.

But i want to write something so here are a few ideas i have had in mind!

1#

(DSMP, WILBUR AND TOMMY CENTRIC)

Tommy is a shapeshifter, and alien wilbur doesn't understand that that's not normal for humans.

"Fluff, tooth rotting fluff, some possessive Wilbur"

2#

(BSD/MHA, CHUUYA/DAZAI CENTRIC)

17!Chuuya and Dazai are tasked on a mission to watch over the kids of UA as bodyguards. 

"Angst, minor fluff, Possessive Dazai"

3#

(DSMP, TOMMY CENTRIC)

Foster Phantom Tommy is a late bloomer and at his 9th home he develops his instincts. Phantom Wilbur his foster parent notices this and get lost in instincts

"Fluff, my teeth have fallen out fluff"

4#

(DSMP, SBI CENTRIC)

Tommy is a new music producer for the SBI and is trying to find a way to make the once tight knit family band from falling apart while also taking care of his parents.

"Angst, hurt/comfort"

5#

(BSD, SOUKOKU CENTRIC)

Avian+Siren hybrid chuuya is hiding is siren features while siren hybrid dazai senses something is wrong with chuuya. (Only ability users can be hybrids or those who are related to ability users, Sirens are the rarest hybrid while chuuya is the only known hybrid to have wings)  

My mains are DSMP, MHA and BSD, i might start writing Demon Slayer or MARVEL or Genshin Impact but im not sure.

Some ships that i will write about are

Any of the soukokus 

Ranpoe

Yosano/Kouyou

Atsulucy (Atsushi/Lucy)

kunichuu

Sigma/Nikolai/Fyodor

Fyolai

Siglai

Erasermic

Philza/Kristen

Kaveh/Alhaithem

Xiao/aether

Neuvilette/Wriosley

I wont write smut at all, but i might put suggestions

I mainly write gore, fluff and slight angst

I love when a character is Possessive so i mainly write possessive characters

If you guys have any other suggestions for what i should write please comment!!

edit: I am aware of what Wilbur has done but I am separating the character from the person. What he did was shit and should never be excused.

~Ghosty

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Kouyou has always been a light sleeper, she always rose when the sun shone through the curtains of her elegant room. Having the rays of sunshine through the silk curtains of her penthouse were nice and warm in contrast to her cold and empty room. When Kouyou woke up that morning she realised the familiar shadow of her ever helpful Ability to summon Golden Demon was absent. 

Normal comforting presence was replaced by a fluttery warm feeling in her being as a whole. Tingling her body, much like goose bumps. A great contrast to the cold blood of her Mafia soul. It was as if the skin of her body was just a cage, the home with many butterflies inside her. Finding a home in the hollow space. It was a comforting feeling all things considered, a feeling she was unaccustomed to. Living in the Port for most of her life.

Kouyou didn’t pay too much attention to the lack of her ability on her part. Having practically raised the Double Black as teens with the help of Hirostu has numbed her of the element of surprise. She also had a sinking suspicion that something was wrong with the group that called themselves ‘Bloody Roses’, perks of having an overly suspicious  and anxious boss.

The ability that took the place of Golden Demon was one she couldn’t identify at first. Its unfamiliarity tickled her nerves. There was either a physical command or certain instructions to use, she noted. As none of her senses were enhanced in any way. Though there were a few suspicions she had in mind that fit the description of the Ability, she has already observed.

Despite the new found ability, she continued with her routine as normal as possible. There were close to zero distractions and she felt happy and comforted.

(Like the light she once chased was cast upon her, a dream too good to be true)

-

When Yosano was awoken but the blaring sounds of her alarm which is as criminally loud as always and should fucking shut up already. Lifting herself up and practically throwing the alarm across her dorm. She noticed the weight of the world around her. 

Of course having Ranpo as her best friend/sibling figure she noticed something was amiss the strange foreign ability group. There was no way they were that helpful and considerate in that circumstance, having the most powerful people in all of Yokohama in the same building without taking advantage of it. There was bound to be something wrong. 

The way they oriented themselves and how much power the supposed leader held wasn't only strange, but difficult to understand. Akiko normally woke up with a fluttery  feeling inside her and within her like the feeling of falling from large heights except it’s permanent and constant. The butterflies inside her reach out and pull her towards the aura of death surrounding a person.

This bothered her a great amount, as that feeling of comfort was gone and the area surrounding her was heavy and tense awaiting the orders spoken. Despite the disturbing and uneasy feeling of her new ability she headed to her closest debating if she should have a nice cool glass of wine so early in the morning to get rid of the oncoming headache and edgy feeling.

Scrapping the idea as soon as it came, clearly that wasn’t good for her health and she already knew she had a full day considering how hers started. Absolutely not prepared for the oncoming hours.

‘I need a fucking break..’ Yosano bemoaned to herself.

-

A soft tuned alarm woke the sleeping detective, the chimes ringing through his neat room echoing in its almost empty space save for a desk and bookshelf. Kunikida rose from his pleasant sleep only to be greeted by the sight of his empty bedside table. Gone was his notebook and there laid the pen he placed atop of it.

Odd.

When Kunikida stepped off his bed to find his spear notebook it was like everything was a few centimetres left. Something was out of place and it itched the back of his head an uncomfortable amount. He placed that thought aside and just decided to get dressed and explore that fact later. Getting dressed was relatively easy despite forgetting a few articles of clothing for a while.

When he was finished cleaning himself up and getting changed he feared for his pen and new notebook only for it to be repulsed away in a flash. He jumped at the sudden pulse of  purple light and kanji emitting from his hands and slowly faded away. His pen and book are now sitting across the room, with the pen now embedded into his wall.

A throbbed of an already massive headache, it pounded in his brain. 

When Kunikida finally finished his early life crisis, surprisingly not caused by dazai (not that he knew of anyway). He saw the clock on his wall as it chimed 9 o'clock. Fuck he was really late. Shit.

-

Q like always raised from their nap, with the sounds of walking in their ears. Echoing and vibrating around their cell. The annoying consistent stomp, stomp, stomp of hard boots on concrete floors rattling their brain. It echoed around the dungeon making Q dizzy like always.

But today when they finally came around they're comforting doll, the people in the mafia rarely let them have around.  Was no longer beside them, laying with Q. Despite it being a small replica and not the actual one they grew to love, Q loved it either way. So if they ever find who took away their doll. They aren’t going to have a good time. Various torture methods the were accustomed to playing in the little ones mind, in varying degrees of concerning for someone there age.

It was more chilly than normal though in there cage, maybe a new torture method to keep them incheck. Slowly freezing them to death? Small purple kanji was falling all around them making the room really cold. Like the snow little Q heard so much about. They never experienced it before, maybe some vague memories of a life from before the mafia they experienced it. But Mr Chuuya used to read a lot of books and told stories about snow so they have a very rough understanding of it.

A few guards came by the front of their cell but no noise followed. This repeated a few times but Q paid little attention to it. There's also a spider in the corner of their room, that wasn’t there a few seconds earlier. The cold seeped deep into their bones, making the child have a slight shiver.  It slowly grew worse as Q woke more and more. The haziness of their vision decreased. The snow around them grew and the shivers slowly turned into a full blown shake. Images of things from their imagination and the briefest moments outside slowly creeped into their vision. They were now freaking out, Q was no longer angry but scared.

They just wanted it to stop.

They didn’t want to see it anymore, why wont it go away?

It stopped, the change was sudden. the shivering and chill creeped away, the hallucination ebbed further into his mind disappearing eventually. And Q took a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

What kind of tricks were the Port playing now.