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If you asked Soukoku, the most powerful duo in all of Yokohama, how they ended up in this situation, neither of them could give you an answer. It was an embarrasingly easy mission, they simply needed to scare of a some new group hanging by mafia teritory.
When they asked Mori why they were assigned to such simple tasks, he said the two of them could use some practice on handling issues without creating too much noise.
Now when Chuuya thought back to it, maybe Mori knew more than he’d let on and just wanted to test Chuuya’s patience cause it was certainly running thin.
They were told there were no ability users in the enemy group, and to be fair, there were none worthy of mention. Well, at least none of them were known to be suited for combat, so fighting them off was relatively easy.
A few gunshots had done the job, Chuuya never really understood why these new groups tried to get on mafia property anyway. Couldn’t they at least wait until they could fight properly?
And now, of course it had been shocking when one of the members created a big strike of lightning, which hit Dazai, making him fall to the ground immidiately.
Chuuya quickly ran to his partner’s side, checking for injuries. There were none, so why was Dazai knocked out? He then checked his pulse, and
Huh?
His heart wasn’t beating. A thousand thought raced in Chuuya’s mind, the state of shock was interrupted when Dazai opened his eyes and sat up sof ast up sof ast it was startling. Chuuya looked at him, wide eyed.
“What the fuck was that bastard!? You can’t just do that,”
“:3”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN :3?? SAY SOMETHING,”
“:c”
Chuuya let out a sigh so deep it could move mountains. Okay, this was fine, he needed to stay calm. Assuming this wasn’t Dazai fucking with him for the sake of his sanity, was this because of that ability?
What kind of ability would make Dazai do that? How does one even find out about that ability?? None of this made any fucking sense.
“Fine, look, let’s go to the headquarters and we’ll try to figure something out,”
“:>”
“I- just shut up,”
Since they hadn’t come with a car, they decided to walk back. Well, they could’ve called to be picked up, but Chuuya really didn’t want to deal with any more people in that moment. They silently walked by the sea, past the buildings and people. The ones that glanced at them probably saw two -a bit out of ordinary- teenagers, friends even.
Chuuya thought about that for a second, save for the guns they were hiding, they could both pass as normal people. No one would second guess their nature, let alone think they’re from the Port Mafia.
When they arrived, the sun was fully out, making the big buildings shimmer. As they got to the elevators, Chuuya started wondering how he was supposed to explain to situation to Mori?
Hey Boss, the very fearsome Black Wraith happened to get hit with the stupidest ability i have ever seen and now he can’t talk normally. Yup, that didn’t sound very good.
They passed the guards, and got to the Boss’ office. When they walked in, Chuuya couldn’y shake off the feeling that he’d been forgetting something. Mori took a look at them and started speaking,
“I wasn’t expecting such an early visit from you two, I take it the mission went smoothly?”
“Yes, Boss but…Something happened and, uh, Dazai got hit by a strange ability, I think,”
“Oh? Are you sure you’re feeling well Chuuya-kun? Or are you not hearing yourself?”
Huh? He turned his head to look at Dazai, who looked like he was trying really hard to not laugh. Chuuya thought it all through again.
They were on a mission, it was successful but Dazai ended up getting hit by an ability. Wait a second-
Oh.
Oh.
Dazai is a nullifier. The realization followed by anger must’ve been clear on his face, as Dazai –not so subtly- got closer to the door.
“Oh I’m gonna kill him,”
One ran, the other chased. Mori was left staring into the place they were standing ust a few seconds ago. He let out a sigh, “What am I gonna do with them..”
🌨
It didn’t take long for Chuuya to catch the younger, considering how shitty Dazai’s stamina was. Chuuya held on to the collar of his suit tightly,
“Chuuuyaaa, come on it was a joke!! It’s not my fault you weren’t smart enough to figüre it out earlier,” That earned him a hard shove.
“I swear if you pull some shit like that again I’ll kill you,”
“…”
“UwU”
“DON’T FUCKING UwU ME?? HOW DO YOU EVEN DO THAT??”
Laughter bubbled from the teenagers, filling the newly sunlit halls with something close to warmth.