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Dumbledore sat at his desk, a letter placed in front of him. He has been staring and rereading it for a while, his face blank, not showing anything if you were to look. Around the room were the other wizards in the Order of the Phoenix. He sighed and placed his chin on his intertwined fingers. "Well, I suppose I should explain why I have brought you here," He closed his eyes, tilting his head slightly to side as if thinking on how to start explaining the mess they are currently in. "Let's see... I'm sure you all know that Voldemort has returned, obstinate to the Ministry. But, I'm sure you also heard rumors of another individual that is rumored to rival Voldemort's power, and after some research due to an organization called Order of the Clock Tower reaching out providing concerns against this rumored individual, also known as 'The King of Assassins', that he has also returned after being presumably defeated by a famous underground duo." The older wizard opened his sparkling eyes to look around at the others in the crowded office, "The Order of the Clock Tower has predicted that 'The King of Assassins' will target Hogwarts, the same for Voldemort."
"Albus, where are you going with this? And also why would a assassin try to target Hogwarts?" An older witch spoke up, her gray hair was in a bun underneath her pointy hat. The stereotypical clothing for an witch.
Dumbledore's eye slid over to the head of Gryffindor and smiled his eyes sparkling, which is never a good sign. "I'm getting there Minerva," the witch sighed already used to the man's antics, yet nevertheless tired of them anyways. "Anyways, due to these threats, and for the safety of Hogwarts and Harry," his eyes then met Harry's nervous ones, then went back to the letter "I decided to contact the same duo that already defeated 'The King of Assassins' to attend Hogwarts- as Harry's bodyguards."
"What?" Harry shouted in shock. "Why I can handle myself, I-" Harry started.
"I agree," Harry's eyes shoot over to the voice landing on his own godfather, Sirius, he looked at him in betrayal, while Sirius looked past him towards Dumbledore then back at Harry. "Sorry Harry, but I'm your godfather your parents would kill me if you were I danger." Harry sighed in defeat looking towards his to friends who were also nodding along as well as the head of his house, McGonagall.
"Is everyone agreeing with him?" Harry complained with wide eyes, looking at the people in the room with betrayal in his eyes, the only ones not nodding along was his potions professor, Snape, and classmate, Draco. He ignored the greasy haired man and daddy's boy Malfoy, and looked back at Dumbledore. "Fine, who are they anyways?"
"Ah, I'm afraid I myself don't know yet, but as the letter that I have received confirms the date and time we are to meet these two, I've had quite some trouble reaching said agreement with their boss, but it has officially been confirmed. So in 2 days we will meet the two at 4:00 in the afternoon and take them to a Ministry owned safe house near the Burrow, and that's where the duo will reside along with the Weaslys, Harry, and Hermione until the school year starts. The Ministry has reached agreements due to the Order of the Clock Tower's persistence, to provide protection to everyone."
"Why does this organization want to help so much, it's suspicious and frankly unreasonable." Snape spoke up.
"I don't know yet, but the head of the Order is a very noble woman, and considering the damage that has happened since the last times Verlaine, 'The King of Assassins', has deflected or been involved with anything what usually comes with it is bloodshed and destruction. He has already faked his death once, and caused multiple areas of massacre and destruction. We can't take any chances."
The room had collective looks of doubt, they've all heard the rumors- I mean who hasn't - but the idea that to people can stop the dark lord himself, and a rumored individual with claims that he can rival Voldemort. They must be really strong to defeat both of them then, Harry thought- and most likely everyone else too.
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Was Dumbledore going to tell the Order that he already met the people behind the terrifying duo, Double Black or Soukoku. No, no he was not.
He didn't know much about Yokohama or Japan before this (or after). But, yet here he was in the tall towers of the Port Mafia, with the boss himself.
Dumbledore glanced at the two teenagers sitting on the couch in the office seemingly arguing about a game of some sort, on a weird muggle device perhaps, in what appeared to be Japanese. He tore his eyes away from the brunette and the ginger, which could have passed for a Weasley, towards the boss, Mori if he remembered correctly, when he started speaking.
"Well, I suppose we should begin discussing the terms of my famous, and most valuable duo, going to Hogwarts, hm," before Dumbledore could say something in response he turned to face the teenagers, with a tired and exasperated expression written all over his face, not at all how he looked a few seconds ago. "Dazai-kun, Chuuya-san. Please, for the love of God, come and sit down with us to discuss your appearance at Hogwarts."
"Ew, no thanks you slimy bast-" before the brunette boy could finish the ginger stood up leaned down and whispered into his ear and walked to sit across from Dumbledore. As soon as the boy processed what he whispered he shot up and sat in the chair next to the ginger and the boss. "Ok, so what are we talking about anyways?" he exclaimed energetically.
Mori sighed. "Chuuya-san, what did you tell him?" he looked at the smirking ginger. "Actually... nevermind, forget I asked at all."
"...Anyways I suppose we should discuss the terms of the deal, no?" the wizard suggested. Dumbledore thought of a lot of possibilities regarding this terrifying duo, he knew due to the Clock Tower's help that the two teenagers were Soukoku, but they were way different from what he expected. Besides the empty look in their eyes, the bandages, and the light scars on Chuuya's(?) face.
"Yes, yes of course. Now since most of the deal is already set up I just have a few requests regarding their job and items they're allowed to bring." Mori responded smoothly. "Especially Dazai, he is quite the one for... random things. Oh and also terms regarding where they will be staying during the school year."
"Ah yes of course-"
"Get your dirty hands off me!" Chuuya shrieked. Swatting away Dazai's wandering hand that made it almost under the other boy's shirt.
"Dazai-kun... please."
"Tch, fine," he pulled his hand away and started to pout, his arms and legs close to his chest. "Hmph."
"Please forgive him, he's... yeah anyways let's continue, without any disturbances please," the doctor glared at the mafiosos.
"It's quite alright, they seem like a... lively duo," he replied "Anyways in terms of their job it's just to follow a student around and just make sure he doesn't get attacked or into any trouble, as well as make sure Voldemort or Verlaine doesn't get a chance to hurt or harm any of my students as well as you two. If I find out that any of my students were harmed..."
"We won't." Chuuya rolled his eyes. He gets where the old man is coming from, but it's kind of stupid.
"I'll keep your word for that then. Now for where you'll stay... I suppose we could sort you into a house so you'll have a dorm," Dumbledore thought over the other options, Mori had told him about their abilities after Christie reached out with her information. "But, I suppose you just follow Harry and you won't need to do anything in terms of school, so you won't need robes or any school supplies. As for banned items no technology I suppose, just since it can't work in magical areas such as Hogwarts."
"Ah- that is unfortunate. I was hoping to keep contact with my best executives, oh well..."
"Good thing I got Umiko to make us phone and Gameboys that can work in magic- she tested it herself," Dazai added cheerfully "Not that we're going to keep contact with you anyways!"
"Dazai-kun how you hurt me..."
"Oh shut up you slimy, pedo, bastard. I hope you die soon." As soon as the executive finished speaking he earned a elbow to the side on Chuuya's part. He groaned and grabbed his side. "Chibi's such a brute."
Chuuya glared at Dazai "Shut up Mackerel. And I thought I said to stop calling me that!" He shouted.
"Aw... don't worry slug I love you too."
"Dazai-kun stop provoking Chuuya."
"Hmph."
"Ahem-" the three looked back at Dumbledore. "I supose that is all see you tomorrow, at the terminal." The wizard stood up from his chair and apperated back to his own office at Hogwarts.
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After the meeting the famous duo found themselves wandering around the halls of the Port Mafia. Chuuya was on Dazai's right side as always. Dazai decided to intertwine their fingers a few minutes ago and has been swinging their arms back and forth.
"So... about what you said back in Mori's office-"
Chuuya's face almost immediately turned red at the memory "What about it."
"Hm- I think you know exactly what I want~" Dazai yanked Chuuya into a closet they've been walking by and immediately pinned him against the small wall behind him. The taller boy smashed their lips together in a rough kiss, winding his arm around the ginger's small waist. Chuuya threw his arms behind Dazai's neck pulling him closer and kissing him back hard. Dazai finally pulled away givinghim and Chuuya time to catch their breath, after a moment Dazai claimed Chuuya's mouth again in a more possessive kiss, the shorter balled his fists in Dazai's shirt. "You're so pretty Chuu~"
After a few more kisses, Dazai trailed kisses all down Chuuya's neck, sucking on the skin and leaving bite marks too. Purple and red marks slowly blossomed on Chuuya's pale skin.
"Fuck, 'Samu" the ginger let out a small moan.
Dazai pulled away to see the canvas of marks that he made all over Chuuya's neck. How his lips were slightly parted and swollen red from kisses, the way his eyes were half lidded. He smiled. If only he had a camera to caprure this moment where Chuuya looked this pretty.
"Now everyone will know your my dog." The brunette held Chuuya's chin in his hand and kissed him slower this time. He finally let out a satisfied hum. His eyes were dark and possessive, the kind that made Chuuya shiver.