★彡[ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ]彡★

This Calls For A Detective

Night came, and the big fancy party did not seem anywhere close to an end.

Chuuya lasted for a good two more hours before taking the bottle of Romanee-Conti by the neck and excusing himself. Nearly everyone offered to escort him back to his apartment, but he declined and ran away before they could object. 

The next morning, when no one contacted him about this all being some stupid and vaguely disturbing joke, he slipped out of his apartment, past the Port Mafia buildings, and into the streets of Yokohama.

Honestly, Chuuya thought, this is ridiculous. I can't believe I'm actually doing this.

At the moment, he was leaning against a lamp-post, glaring at a certain detested building located at a certain detested street corner. 

Well, detested by him at least. Many of the pedestrians that passed by the establishment gave it a brief looks of awe before continuing on with their everyday hustle. 

Located inside that building was the formidable Armed Detective Agency.

Chuuya growled, slouching further down into his folded arms. He knew what he had to do, but he really, really did not want to do it.

However, he was also was at a complete and utter loss. Aside from himself, no one at the Port Mafia was acting normal. This was a mystery, was it not? And a mystery called for a detective.

Chuuya pushed himself off the lamp-post and began walking towards the agency.

Would they even be willing to help me? It had occurred to Chuuya that with the Port Mafia in this state, they were completely harmless. That was a good thing for the agency. Ugh, whatever. I'm sure if I kick enough stuff around someone will have to give me the time of day.

Chuuya was vaguely aware of the fact that his heart rate had increased as he ascended the stairs. He wouldn't call this fear. He refused to call it fear. No, perhaps anticipation was the better word. 

Yeah, definitely that.

Chuuya had never actually been inside to the agency before. The idea of being surrounded by those people was not a pleasant thought. 

As idiotic as they were, there was still no denying that the members of the Armed Detective Agency were a force to be reckoned with. They did have Dazai after all.

He reached for the bell. 

Before he could quite make contact with it however, the door opened a crack. Chuuya pulled back in suprise. He was staring up at that white-haired tiger youth that Dazai had taken under his wing.

"Ha!" the boy said, "I knew I saw you coming! I knew it!"

Chuuya gave him his most withering look, hoping that he was coming off as at least a little bit dignified as he scrambled to remember the boy's name.

"...Jinko." he settled with, recalling Akutagawa loud rant from that one time the guy got drunk, "Look, I'm not here for any trouble. I need to speak to..."

Shit.

Speak to who? He really hadn't thought this through. Their president seemed like the most obvious answer, but he was in no mood to be sitting underneath that old man's harsh gaze.

He swallowed. With some effort he said, "...Dazai. I need to speak to Dazai."

"Dazai-san is out." Atsushi said.

Oh.

"Everyone else is here though!" Atsushi said brightly, opening the door even wider to reveal Yosano, Kenji, Tanizaki, Kyoka, Ranpo, and even Kunikida -- all smushed together in the doorframe.