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Dazai wasn’t sure how he and Chuuya had been separated, or even what had happened in the first place. To retrace, he and Chuuya had been on a mission near Yokohama’s border against a particularly strong ability user, one thing led to another and Chuuya had to use corruption.
Everything should have gone smoothly from there, Dazai had been able to reach Chuuya in time, successfully stopping him from destroying himself, and everything around him, and nearly as soon as No Longer Human had made contact with Chuuya, he was out like a light. Carefully, Dazai lowered his partner's unconscious body to the ground. Despite his worry of leaving Chuuya alone in such a vulnerable state, he knew Chuuya would want his gloves once he woke up, so Dazai then set out to find them.
On his way back to Chuuya, after an annoyingly long search for the slug’s gloves, his body seemed to creak, he let out a small exhausted groan. His own exhaustion did not matter now, all that mattered was that he got back to the ever vulnrable Chibi, as the Port Mafia could not afford to lose an asset as valuable as Chuuya.
(He ignored the small voice in the back of his head saying that he personally could not afford to lose Chuuya.)
Finally nearing the small clearing, in what had been a battlefield, where Chuuya’s body should have been lying unconscious. He was met with nothing, just the blood stains left from Chuuya’s injuries.
Shit.
Dazais breath hitched, he could not lose Chuuya.
So now, here Dazai was, after a small panic attack, well maybe large, but Dazai would never admit that, over the sudden disappearance of his partner's body, he found himself searching for Chuuya, but to no avail.
Aizawa hated late night patrols, they left him exhausted, he especially hated late night patrols near Yokohama, everyone knew Yokohama was infested with crime, and carefully controlled by its mysterious master, the Port Mafia. The Mafia controlled who went in and out, and the city's government. They kept their people isolated, trapped, and heroes rarely got in. When a hero did get in, they were normally sent back in a blood filled box, with a little note from the mafia’s Double Black, which came with doodles.
God this place was unsettling.
Tonight felt worse than normal, I mean they were near Yokohama. There was always something odd in that city in addition to its crime, whether it was one of those strange ability users, or the Port Mafia. There was always something so, off putting, something he had ceased to manage putting a finger on.
Suddenly, as if to break him away from his thoughts, they heard a loud crack, and what seemed to be the sounds of a crumbling building. Both him and Yamada jumped at the noise. “The hell was that?” Yamada yelled, too loudly for Aizawa’s liking. The duo shared a look that seemed to say, “we should at least check that out, right?”
So, they began heading towards the noise. “It’s always something with this damn place huh” Aizawa grumbled, Yamada only nodded nervously in return.
Once arriving at the spot, they didn’t notice much. Until they came across a small clearing in the rubble, where there was-
A boy?
He seemed to only be the age of one of his students, around 15 or so, he was small too. But more importantly limp, bloodied, and bruised.
Despite being a loud mouth, Yamada only let out a small “what the” and trailed off as both men stood there shocked.
“Well we gotta do something, I mean we can’t just leave the poor kid.” he stated matter of factly.
Carefully, Yamada bent down, getting a closer look. “Damn, the little listener has some gnarly injuries, and scars.” Yamada shuddered at the sight of the boy. Already giving him a nickname, huh. “Well we better get him to a hospital.” Aizawa added, the ever responsible one in the pair.
Just as everything seemed to have started, they walked off, the kid in Yamada’s arms, fully unaware of the importance the boy had to Yokohama, or the friend frantically looking for him. Fully unaware of what they had just done, they simply walked away.
Everything hurt, the room was too bright, and his head pounded from what he thinks is a post corruption headache.
“Ugh this sucks is” all Chuuya thinks as he drifts back to reality.