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Chuuya sat down across from Dazai once they were inside the cafe, glancing around hesitantly. It was a small warm soft looking place. Comfy. Not anything Chuuya was use to. The cold ground under him, wind sneaking in through his clothes, fights and spit and blood- that's what Chuuya was use to.
"What would you like to order my dear?" Chuuya and Dazai both looked up. An older women smiled sweetly at them, a pen and notepad held in her hands. Chuuya looked at Dazai, unsure.
Noticing his look Dazai winked at him. At least.. .what Chuuya thought was a wink. With the strange bandage eye patch it was a bit hard to make sure. "We'll take two cups of coffee, with the usual," Dazai spoke up to the women.
Dazai's tone was distantly polite, and a soft smile when in place. Once the women left the smile faded, a colder look appearing as he turned to Chuuya. Instantly, Chuuya sat up more, on guard. "What is it?" the shorter male demanded. "What is it you want from me? No one helps anyone else without expecting something..."
Dazai paused for a moment at that, staring at Chuuya before laughing slightly and slumping back. For a moment they stared at each other, neither blinking. Then, slowly, Dazai blinked. "Ever heard of the Port Mafia?"
"Who hasn't?" Chuuya tilted his head slightly, confused. The Port Mafia was, well, pretty much an organization that had these magical abilities or so he heard. Personally he thought it was a load of trash- magic and powers and abilities -all that stuff doesn't exist. The Port Mafia supposedly was some sort of... gang? They were dangerous. You don't get in their way.
Dazai went to speak but suddenly the women was back with their drinks. She placed them gently on the table before leaving, not speaking. Dazai added something to his before taking a sip. Hesitantly Chuuya took his own, sipping it- he instantly wrinkled his nose. Disgusting. Reaching forward he grabbed one of the things Dazai had used, dumping it's contents into his drink and trying it again. Better.
Looking up Chuuya paused, raising an eyebrow. Dazai was watching him- more like staring. "Problem?" Chuuya asked once Dazai didn't look away.
He looked away then, averted his gaze with a tired smirk. "I'm from the Port Mafia," Dazai admitted, before taking another sip and continuing. "And I want you to join as well."
"You're what?" It was Chuuya's turn to stare at Dazai now, eyes wide with disbelief and shock. "You're lying- you're not part of the mafia!" He couldn't be. Not this person, this weak stupid person. Shitty Dazai.
Dazai fell silent, looking down at the table and trailing his finger over it thoughtfully. "There's no way I can convince you," he finally decided. "Unless you come back with me."
"I'm not stupid." The words came out in a snap, Chuuya's face twisting into a sneer. How old did Dazai seem to think he was? Three? "Sure... You'll lead me right into a group of your buddies, huh?"
"Buddies? Do I look like the type of the person with buddies?" Dazai replied. Chuuya looked him up and down, taking his words as an invitation. He had done the same thing earlier, but this time Chuuya was looking deeper, as if into the other's very soul.
It was a small trick a lot of people picked up. Reading people. Being able to tell intentions with a glance. It had taken Chuuya a while, but he had picked it up as well in the end. It was definitely helpful, even though it didn't always seem like it.
And right now... His instincts were telling him that Dazai was truthful. That he was truthfully part of the Port Mafia. His instincts screamed at him that Dazai was dangerous- so dangerous. But even though normally dangerous was accompanied by a 'run' this dangerous was accompanied by a 'get closer.'
So, as though moving without his control, Chuuya's lips spoke. "Yes." Dazai raised an eyebrow, and they both sipped their drinks for a moment, Chuuya trying to stop the tremble of his hands and hoping it wasn't too noticeable. "Yes, I'll go with you."
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Well one thing was for sure- Dazai hadn't been lying. Who knew trying to rob a single person would turn out like this? Chuuya made sure to stick as close to Dazai as possible as they walked down the halls, avoiding all eyes that watched the pair.
"Scared?"
"Of course not!"
He wasn't scared. And even if he were, it was perfectly reasonable! He was only surrounded by some of the strongest people Chuuya would ever meet. Sure, he didn't believe they had 'abilities' but he did know perfectly well they didn't need them in order to be just as strong if not stronger then the rumors said.
The duo stopped in front of a large pair of doors, Chuuya looking over at Dazai in confusion. "Wait here," Dazai ordered smoothly. He was clearly someone who was use to being the boss. But Chuuya wouldn't be his dog.
"Why should I?"
Dazai glanced over, a creepy as hell smile slowly working it's way onto his face as his eyes glowed with malice. Chuuya stared back, but just barely- he had a feeling he would be fine, but those eyes told him to give him. "Don't ask questions," Dazai said softly. Then he vanished into the doors.
Chuuya slowly slumped against a wall. His head was tired and thick, as if stuffed with cotton. He didn't feel well- it had been a long day. It hadn't been a good one either, though that fact was becoming more obvious as he went.
People around him stared at Chuuya, whispering to themselves as they passed him though no one tried to talk to him, which was for the best. Rolling his shoulders Chuuya sighed- Dazai really was taking a while.
As if the thought had summoned him, Dazai slipped out of the room and back in front of Chuuya. "So," Dazai muttered, grinning, "do you want to take up my offer of joining or no? Because the boss wants to see your ability."
Wait... did Dazai just..? The male couldn't believe the ability rumor, right? He worked in the Port Mafia, it's not like it could just slip past him. And Dazai may be a lot of things, but he wasn't an idiot.
"What are you talking about?" Chuuya spoke slowly, confused and slightly bothered. Something in the back of his mind was nagging him.. Trying to get him to pay attention. It was starting to hurt, like a headache.
"What do you mean?" Dazai words were so blank, so honest, that it was clear to Chuuya he did believe the rumor. Did everyone here believe it? "It's no time for jokes," Dazai added, his tone rushed. "We don't want to make him wait.. Come on."
Suddenly Chuuya was being grabbed and pulled into the room, despite his clear confusion. Dazai didn't even seem to notice, too drawn into his thoughts. And now the pain in the back of Chuuya's head was harsher, pounding slightly.
The room was rather large, but Chuuya didn't take the time to look around. It was almost impossible to- the man who stood in the room sucked all the attention to himself instantly, it was impossible not to look and to stare.]
"Dazai tells me you have a strong helpful ability," the man said after a moment. He was smiling now, and a tiny shiver worked it's way through Chuuya. That smile... terrified him. "Do show?"
"Um- I don't-" Chuuya sent a look to Dazai who was watching him silently. At Chuuya's look he stiffened slightly, as if finally figuring out something was wrong at him. At first he looked composed, then as if he understood. Finally, slight panic.
"Sorry sir," Dazai said quickly, stepping forward. "But I forgot about something.. It's my fault, I accept full responsibility. Chuuya can't use his ability unless he see's someone use theirs first."
"Is that so?" The man seemed annoyed. "Grab someone then."
Dazai nodded, casting another look at Chuuya before dunking into the hallway. He was back not even a second later, a dark moody looking teen with him. "Use your ability," Dazai demanded quickly. The teen didn't hesitate and suddenly his coat was alive.
Even more pain flashed through Chuuya, and stepping back, everything suddenly turned black.