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The smoke wafted in the air surrounding dazai, creating shapes which swirl and dance in the darkened breeze. Although it was late Dazai was yet to feel the presence of exhaustion, him and Chuuya has just completed a mission that consisted of them stealing money from one of the main casinos in Yokohama. He liked the thrill of these tasks Mori gives him ( despite missions of this sort being rather rare) he found the adrenaline captivating, how he could feel the blood pulsing through his veins in a rhythmic fashion. Alive for once.
However this has had an adverse effect on his body. With his eyes plastered open and hands trembling ever so slightly Dazai already knew this was going to a night with little sleep, he thought to himself while kicking his dangling legs around. He exhaled long and shallow letting the smoke cascade out of his pursed lips in a dramatic fashion. He always found a comfort sitting on rooftops in the twilight hours - wind whistling around him.
Dazai found this sensation relaxing for his mind as with each familiar breath he became more present. Dazai has always struggled with being present in the moment, Chuuya always had to remind him that if you don’t focus on the task at hand you will only add on to the list of regrets that already torment his mind, Dazai doesn’t like the sound of that.
As much has Dazai hates to admit it Chuuya is such a great friend to him, he reflects on how Chuuya gently re-wraps his bandaged arms with as much care he believes is possible, how Chuuya always makes sure he is positioned steadily on his right as if he is ready to defend him from any harm ( just coincidentally the side of Dazai’s eye bandage). Of course he would never dare tell this to Chuuya. Dazai sighed heavily while his short unkempt nails clawed at the concrete floor, his gaze wondered up towards the night sky, eyes locking on each individual star. “Will I ever be as free as these stars?” Dazai whispered to himself. Suppose the only way would be to cease to exist, however spending a sunny evening with Chuuya is close enough for now.
From this high up Dazai could see Yokohamas beauty at night. The amber hued street lamps highlighted every raindrop which fell from the blackened sky , the contrast between the warm and the cold tones could have been symbolic of how the Mafia repels the light of the hero’s and police force. His stream of thoughts was interrupted by a shockingly angry sounding Chuuya.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING DAMN MACKEREL,” Chuuya exclaims stomping his way over to where Dazai is sat.
“Hello to you as well Chibi!,” Dazai mocks, for once Dazai does not know what caused Chuuyas outburst of rage as he had made no attempts to deliberately annoy him today. He listens as Chuuya places his final step directly next to his right leg, although he is yet to let his gaze wander up to actually look at Chuuya he can feel his eyes piercing into the side of his skull. “What’s the matter with you Chibi? Did someone insult your heig-,” before Dazai could finish his taunting Chuuya grabs the cigarette out of Dazai mouth blankly staring at it, it was long and thin and had a shiny gold filter , much like the ones Oda has, Chuuya thought to himself.
Chuuya shoots a sharp look over to Dazai which he is currently trying his very best to ignore. “Chuuyaaa give that backkk~” whines Dazai, he knows how much Chuuya hates him smoking so he normally tries to do it in the few moments that’s him and Nakahara are separated (which is extraordinarily rare). Who thought Chuuya would be able to pin down the exact location that Dazai is sat on a secluded rooftop, well that’s the relationship him and Chuuya share, always being able to locate one another at any given moment. Still Dazai really thought he had found an isolated enough spot this time!
Both Dazai and Chuuya share a sigh as Chuuya flicks the cigarette, allowing it to fall off from the side of the building. Chuuya bends down scraping his knees on the rough ground as he mirrors Dazai’s seated position on the edge of the roof, allowing his legs to dangle off the side.
“That mission was a success, who knew casinos were so low staffed,” Chuuya continues “if I were them I would have hired many more defences as that was as easy as a child game of tic tac toe to rob, Mori will be pleased,”he says grinning.
Dazai doesn’t respond to Chuuyas efforts to lighten the mood, in-fact he is looking in the direct opposite way to Chuuya. Chuuya scoffs “ I know you are mad about the cigarette but you know how bad it is for you, the smell of tobacco doesn’t suit you, it masks the deep sent of ur cologne as well,” Chuuya tilts his head to the side letting it rest on Dazai bony shoulder.
Dazai makes a conscious effort to keep himself still to let Chuuya rest as he knew how full on today’s mission was. “There was still more than half of it left and you just wasted it, you could have at-least waited till I was done!” Dazai exclaimed. Nakahara was too exhausted to complain and let himself fall asleep on Dazai.
This happens very often after late night tasks that Dazai may as well be qualified as a personal head rest at this point due to his ever lasting lack of tire. Being extremely vigilant not to move his right shoulder Osamu scoops his lighter of the ground next to him, he runs his index finger down the side of the cool metal allowing himself to feel the indentation of the Vivienne Westwood logo. As much as Dazai resented Mori he sure did buy the best presents, however much to Mori’s dismay Dazai doesn’t believe in buying your way into relationships, although he can appreciate the thought. He drops the lighter into his starched trouser pocket and once again resumes his position gazing up at the sky.
After some time, along the urban horizon Dazai thinks he can see hints at the sun rising; amber streaks igniting the once so darkened sky, birds beginning to fly. A whole new day. Dazai reaches into one of his many pockets and pulls out a tarnished golden pocket watch to see what the time is, Dazai thinks it must be nearly the morning due to the ever appearing light in the sky. The watches hands read that it is four twenty six in the morning. As he flicks the lid of the watch shut…
BANG!
Chuuya awakes with a violent flinch. Dazai’s hand shoots to his holster making sure his hand is in contact with his gun which is carefully concealed beneath his long black jacket. He leaps up and turns around, expecting to see the casino staff or a commonly opposing organisation, however to his surprise (and appears to be Chuuya’s as well judging by his widened eyes).
A tall, muscular, almost obnoxious looking man is stood by the entry to the roof, having just slammed open the door loudly . Hands firmly on either side of his waist with clear ignorance, the man looked familiar Dazai thought. Freshly awoken Chuuya’s elbow discreetly nudges Dazai’s rib, as he whispers “That looks like All Might”. Like an avalanche exploding down a mountain all the news articles Dazai has read flood his mind; number one pro hero, great hero All Might captures villains who attacked an underground science facility, All Might saves eleven children from orphanage fire, how the list goes on.
It’s ironic really how he is supposed to be this great figure of hope yet he has never once batted an eye at the kids dragged into the Mafia, the more Dazai lets his mind wander the more the little respect he had for All Might dwindles.
In the most loathsome voice ever All Might yells “STOP RIGHT NOW THE HEROS HAVE YOU SURROUNDED, THE MOST WISE THING YOU CAN DO IS SURRENDER ,”
They need to think. Fast. Luckily Dazai is very good at that, he drops once again to his knees - however this time trying to appear small and regretful. “They went… that… way,” Dazai cries in his most innocent sounding voice raising his bandaged arm to point to his left. Mori always said when caught never own up. No matter if they have the most obvious evidence never do it, as the mafia is strong and has good links, in this moment Dazai really hopes Mori was being truthful, if not they were both utterly screwed.
Chuuya thinks fast and nods keeping his eyes fixed to the ground. That stupid mackerel has got me acting like a child, he better have a good plan Chuuya complains mentally. Chuuya whines in the most childish voice he could forcibly put on “Osamu they were so scaryy~”,
Dazai needed to collect every inch of himself to a calm level and try and not break out into a fit of laughter at the blatantly obvious sarcastic tone in Chuuya’s voice. Although, Dazai makes no falter in his facade of innocence but Chuuya notices Dazai’s face becoming increasingly red after he made that comment. Thankfully, All Might did not notice this and begins taking bold steps towards where they were both hunched over on the ground.
“YOU BOYS ARE BEING ARRESTED UNDER SUSPICION OF THE ARMED ROBBERY OF THE YOKOHAMA NATIONAL CASINO, ANYTHING YOU SAY CAN AND WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU,” All Might squarks in his relentlessly passionate voice. However Dazai isn’t listening one bit to whatever All Might is preaching and is surveying the near by buildings for any sign that there may actually be other hero’s concealed on any rooftops, luckily he doesn’t see any.
Dazai lets a forged tear role down his face while suddenly hugging Chuuya’s arm. Nakahara finds it extremely challenging not to pull a face at this in front of All Might as Dazai is clearly trying to get on his nerves. Instead Chuuya grits his teeth and comforts Dazai by putting his hand on his wavy hair.
At seeing this and realising how young both of the two boys look All Might’s face holds an almost confused expression. How would these boys have robbed a casino within thirty minutes while being both so scrawny and weak looking? He must have got it wrong. WAIT! He thinks, they mentioned people, he needs to try and question these boys and find out what they saw to help with the investigation. As there is no way these two have been the ones who blasted multiple guards faces just a couple of hours prior, they are just kids, feeling regretful for his ‘false accusations’ he sighs to himself.
All Might extends his arm out like he was some kind of God signalling for them both to get up. So the duo followed in suit and stumbled to their feet. Now All Might can see them stood up and in a fractionally sharper light he notices how they are both in very formal dress, much different to what the youth usually wear. His eyes also wander to the bandages covering the tall, frail looking, dark haired boys body, he may not know a lot about the younger generation but he is quite certain this is not standard, as well as the fact it’s shockingly late for children to be out in a dangerous city like Yokohama at this hour.
“As long as you both co-operate with me neither of you will be in any trouble, you will both be asked questions about the events which occurred tonight,” Osamu and Nakahara both nod in compliance and follow All Might’s direction as they stroll over to the rusted roof door.
All Might is sure to try and make observations on these kids as he was still pondering on whether they had a role to play in the robbery or if they were traumatised and needed support. One thing was certain though, these were no ordinary teens.
Dazai and Chuuya exchange worried glances as they tensely walk out of the door. Dazai made a conscious effort to breathe heavily and dart his head around as to look scared - he needed to make sure the hero’s brought this act, if they didn’t only trouble would follow, (along with a lot of effort of which Dazai can’t be bothered for).
Once they made it past the doorframe another man came into Dazai’s peripheral vision. He stood once again tall but possessed a far slimmer figure than All Might, his onyx hair cloaking his eyes which Dazai could swear are glowing red. Although dressed in black from head to toe it was obviously a front to create a sense of intimidation. It did not take a genius to recognise he is probably soft as all heroes have some sense of empathy, as to become one you must want to help people. Dazai scoffs, pathetic hero’s, he thinks to himself.
As the boys wander timidly into the stair well Aizawa is hit by a strong smell of smoke. Rather uncharacteristic for how young they look, he begins to theorise ideas about the boys. He draws conclusions much the same to All Mights earlier ideas, along with also noticing on the shorter ginger boy with a hat had a bold tattoo of ‘A5158’ along his wrist peaking out from the slim gap between his satin gloves and leather jacket . That must be a code for something Aizawa thought, how odd, a million reasons for this engulfed his brain. None of which were good. He is also struggling to maintain his quirk erasing while looking at the pair of them, this was rather out of character for Aizawa as he has never struggled this much before while using it, even up against the highest level villains which he had encountered in combat. Clearly there is far more than meets the eye to do with these two, this is going to be a whole lot of paper work to fill out, he internally sighed, looking up at the bland ceiling.
Aizawa is also quick to observe how the two boys have remained touching this whole time, the shorter boy seemingly resting on the taller one. It’s clear they have a close relationship with each other as they seem connected, almost co-dependent. Aizawa finds himself wondering how they met and how old the duo are currently. They must be younger than eighteen, definitely children given their appearances, it would be a shame if these children were the culprits for this heinous crime, if so he needs to find out what the motives are behind this. Money, blackmail, gangs possibly, the more he lets his mind run the more his heart sinks.
As the group of them advance down the stairs Dazai decides this is the perfect time to nudge Chuuya quite forcefully down at least 5 steps. Despite the stairs being rather shallow Chuuya virtually flies down them due to how unexpected it was, his pony tail catching the wind as he plummets onto the cold concrete floor. Chuuya thought him and Dazai were acting scared and playing innocent , but apparently he has other ideas as per usual, or possibly just the urge to annoy Chuuya outweighing the urgency of the predicament they find themselves in. Both equally as frustrating.
“YOU STUPID FISHY BASTARD,” Chuuya yells while giving Dazai the nastiest stare possible, however Dazai just chuckled at this as Chuuya looked rather pathetic and funny screaming up at him while having been knocked to the floor.
Dazai mocks “awwww my little doggy fell over how silly!~~,” giving Chuuya a smug look Nakahara is quick to respond however “SHUT IT DAZAI YOU WERE THE ONE WHO KNOCKED INTO ME,” shaking his head Chuuya pushes himself of the ground, once stood he gives Dazai a forceful kick in the back of his left knee, making his leg buckle slightly. Osamu winces at this and pouts, sticking his bottom lip out at Chuuya. Trying his best to ignore this Chuuya abruptly continues walking down the stairs by himself leaving the heroes and Dazai a few steps behind. Running scrappily Dazai catches up to Nakahara, jumping on his shoulders to alert Chuuya of his existence (just to irritate him) and once again joining him walking side by side, jumping hastily down the stairs.
All Might and Aizawa share a slighting perplexed look with each other. Just a moment ago the boys were on the floor shaking acting frightened but now they seem to be arguing with each other like nothing happened, something definitely isn’t right and Aizawa is sure that he will get to the bottom of it swiftly.
After a small amount of walking and a substantial amount of bickering from the two boys the group reached All Mights car. Rather underwhelming, parked shockingly, half on the curb at an angle. It was small, dented and neon yellow in colour.
Without complains Dazai and Chuuya both take their seats in the back of the car. The car hasn’t been turned on for some reason, so they both sit waiting for the car to start while blankly staring out of the blue tinted windows, letting their vision blur slightly. “Belts?” Called All Might from behind the wheel, rather bewildered at how the duo got in the car without putting them on. Osamu and Nakahara have never concerned themselves with basic safety features like seat belts in the Port, in-fact this may be the first time either of them have ever used one.
Slightly embarrassed, his face flushed red as Chuuya struggles to find a way to plug the belt across him, he tries to tie it to his jacket before giving up and letting it rebound back to its original position, in the end he lets his ego go and nudges Dazai to help him with it. Dazai feeling extremely smart for having figured it out first try, so he plugs in Chuuya’s belt with ease.
All Might and Aizawa try and keep their expressions vacant as possible although it was proving difficult, as they discover how the children have never used a standard belt of a car. They wonder about if the boys have ever used one as they must have travelled in a car at some point of their lives, this means they have disregarded the law by not wearing one. Or more importantly how was no adult in their lives taught them this? Do they not have a guardian?
Despite this, All Might drives them to the UA school because they can use it as a safe and secure place to question them, along with the fact they can ask Nedzu for his opinion on the matter. The tension in the air of the car was thick enough to cut with a knife, mostly due to the Heroes concerns for the boys, this left the car with an uncanny silence as it drove at a steady pace to the school.
After a seemingly dreadfully long journey the car finally comes to a halt, just within the school gates.
“To enter UA it is required for anyone who is not a student or teacher to have a search and pat down before coming into the school, you know just a safety thing,” All Might says with an ear to ear smile. This is nothing to smile about. This is bad, really bad thought the boys.
A quick exchange of worried glances is enough for them to decide there is no logical way out of this and they must let themselves be searched and try and give them plausible explanations for what they find, which may prove rather challenging considering what they both have on them. So against their better judgment, they hesitantly open the door and step out onto the pavement with precision, Chuuya widens his stance positioning himself slightly behind and to the right of Dazai, his eyes scanning the opposite direction to him. This allows them to absorb as much information about their unfamiliar surroundings as possible in a limited time span, something the two of them had down to bear perfection. The site of the school is massive, buildings stretching up into the sky, everything has a modern acrylic or glass finish. Chuuya finds himself bewildered at the environment inside of this training facility, in the Mafia they are taught combat in derelict warehouses, pretty much juxtaposing what he sees here, with all these unnecessary materialistic comforts.
All Might signals with a head nod for everyone to follow him, so with compliance Osamu and Nakahara wander along, mirroring his path. Trailing further behind Aizawa notices how the shorter boy is holding tightly onto the cuff of the boy supposedly called ‘Dazai’s trench coat, as if it were a life support, Dazai doesn’t seem to mind at all as he walks hastily without a bother.
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