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“Did either of you have the common sense to think that this was a bad idea?” Hirotsu demands as the warehouse in front of him burns.
“No, we both did. We just did it anyway,” Chuuya says with a small shrug.
“You two are going to get an earful about this from Mori. You know that, right?”
“Of course we do. We’re reckless, not dumb,” Dazai replies cheerfully.
“Ok, well, just get in the car before I lose it.”
Chuuya flashes Dazai a quick grin before getting into the back. Dazai follows with an equally infuriating smirk. Chuuya and Dazai spend the ride either bickering, or laughing. Hirotsu has to clear his throat three times for them to realize that they’ve gotten to base. He rolls his window down once they’re both out.
“Go straight to Mori’s office. He’s expecting you. Now, do you need me to come in with you?”
“No, we’re good,” Chuuya says, giving him a wave.
The boys make their way up the stairs to Mori’s office. Mori looks displeased before he even looks up to see them in the doorway. His expression immediately sours further once he does.
“What were you boys thinking? That warehouse was full of products. You were supposed to steal them, not blow them up!”
Chuuya glances at Dazai, who giggles. Mori’s eyes flash with anger.
“What is wrong with you two? You know what? You’re going to spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning up after the tactical squads. That includes gear, weapons, rooms, and vehicles. Then in the morning, report back to me for your real punishment. Go.”
They both leave without a word. “Did you have to make him more mad?” Chuuya asks even though he doesn’t actually sound mad.
“You’re in a good mood today. Also, I didn’t mean to laugh. However, if he doesn’t realize that we already took the drugs out and transported them ourselves by tomorrow morning, we’ll have to tell him. “Real punishment” means torture. We’ve both been there before, and I at least am not keen to do it again.”
“Yeah, we did more work doing it all ourselves so that we could test our bomb making skills. Torture would be over dramatic for some flames.”
“I completely agree. Although I don’t want to do this either.”
“Well, this is your fault, so you have to help. No whining,” Chuuya says with a glare.
Dazai sighs heavily and dramatically.
“Fine, but Chuuya is doing seventy five percent of the work.”
Chuuya rolls his eyes, folding his arms.
“Dude, you are asking for me to smack you right now.”
The tactical rooms are set up just like locker rooms, but with more room for guns and stuff of the nature. The first tactical room is quiet and still. Bloody gear is scattered around the room, some staining the floor.
“You would think that they’d be more professional since they’re professional killers,” Chuuya comments, opening up the cleaning cabinet on the right side of the room.
“Mori probably told them we were coming,” Dazai says, sitting down on one of the benches.
He picks up a blood knife as Chuuya walks up with napkins, rags, and a couple different kinds of cleaner. He hands one of the rags to Dazai before starting on one of the vests. They clean in silence for a while before Dazai begins humming. It doesn’t sound like a tune from a song, just something quiet and methodical to fill the silence. They spend at least a couple of hours in each room. Meaning they aren’t done until almost four a.m.
“What time are we coming back in?” Chuuya asks, rubbing his eyes.
“Six.”
“That’s only a couple of hours. Do you wanna just crash in our office instead?”
“Yeah.”
They’re both still exhausted by the time six rolls around and they have to head back to Mori’s office. Mori motions for them to sit down without a word. Chuuya hesitantly sits down while Dazai just sits on the edge of his seat.
“The drugs were unloaded by the morning crew when they came in. Anything to say?”
They both untense slightly.
“Oops,” Dazai offers.
Chuuya bites his lip.
“Sorry boss. We didn’t really get a chance to explain ourselves yesterday. We were just using our free time to practice making bombs.”
“You two need hobbies.”
“We have hobbies. One of those just happens to be making bombs,” Dazai replies, kicking his feet.
Chuuya smiles at his lap, not saying anything.
“Well, since you two insist on blowing things up, I booked a more controlled area for you to use this afternoon. Feel free to bring whatever you want if you want to make the bombs yourselves. Now, go. You have the rest of the day off.”
Chuuya nods as he and Dazai both stand up.
“I don’t want to see you, or hear about you until your next mission. Best behavior.”
“You got it boss,” Dazai says as Chuuya is actively dragging him out of the room.
Chuuya and Dazai exchange a look after leaving the office. Then they both burst out laughing.
“Oh, man. I’m glad we’re not in trouble, but I love messing with Mori,” Dazai says once he can catch his breath.
Chuuya grins as he says, “Well, you wanna get some sleep before our afternoon of blowing random shit up?”
“Yes, I need sleep.”
Chuuya nods in agreement as they begin heading to their office. Despite having plenty of time to go home now, they both just crash in their desk chairs across from each other. It’s three o’ clock by the time that Mori sends them the details for the range that they’re going to. It’s mafia run, so they’re basically free to do whatever they want.
“Oh, this is going to be awesome,” Dazai says as he looks over the details.
“Was it worth staying up and cleaning though?” Chuuya asks, leaning back in his chair.
“I don’t know. I’ll decide afterwards. If not, I’ll just annoy the crap out of Mori until he regrets taking either of us into the mafia.”
Chuuya snorts.
“Yeah, that’ll happen.”
“Don’t doubt my abilities, Chuuya, or I might add you to my hit list.”
Chuuya rolls his eyes, pushing himself up and out of his chair.
“Alright, let’s get a move on.”
They spend the rest of the afternoon blowing random things up, or just shooting targets. In the end Dazai decides that it was worth cleaning until four, and doesn’t try to get them fired.