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An Interesting Proposition 𝟚/𝟚

While Chuuya could do nothing but stare, Dazai had already figured out their next move.

"A moment to confer, please~!"  He said brightly, grabbing his ex-partner by the shoulders and steering him out of the kitchen.

Mori's head snapped up, opening his mouth to no doubtedly object-

Dazai prodded Chuuya sharply in the back.

"It's fine!" the executive, stirred from his shock, blurted out, "I just need a moment to talk to this basta- Dazai. I mean Dazai. I need a moment to talk to Dazai. Uh, wait there."

Mori's eyes swished between them. He didn't look very happy about it, but nodded his head in what could only be described as respect, "Very well as you wish, Chuuya-kun. If he tries anything just give a shout and I shall-"

Chuuya didn't get to hear the rest, because Dazai had already practically shoved him into the nearest room -- which ended up being an absurdly small and flowery bathroom of all places -- then slammed the door shut, locking it and flicking on the lights.

His face was uncharacteristically serious. 

"You have to accept."

Chuuya didn't think he heard him correctly. "Eh? Me? The Boss of the Port Mafia? How exactly is that going to solve anything?"

 "It's not. As a matter of fact, it might just make everything worse."

Chuuya growled.

He kicked the part of the wall next to the detective, floral wallpaper cracking.

He leaned in closer, teeth gritted, "I don't have time for this, Dazai! Just tell me what's going on in that messed up head of yours!" 

"Okay, calm down. Sheesh." Dazai said with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. If he was at all concerned about being essentially pinned to the wall by a destructive force of nature, he didn't show it.

"What I'm trying to say here is that -- well -- do you really think they're just going to let you decline? I have a hunch that this isn't so much about making you their boss than it is about making you theirs."

It really was just one thing after the other, huh?

Chuuya made an agitated sound, swinging his leg back to kick the wall behind him. This time, he accidentally drove his entire foot through the plaster with an unsettling crunch.

Dazai sighed.

"Ugh, looks like I'll be paying for that along with the front door. This day just keeps on looking up, doesn't it?"

"Hey," Chuuya snapped, "That's my line."

"Well, at least you're not the one who has to deal with that unseemly temper of yours. This isn't even my house...I mean, being strangled to death by angry home-owners is definitely an interesting way to go. But, mmm, doesn't really sound painless... "

"This isn't your- wait what? Then where the hell-" 

"Not important. Focus Chuuya -- I need you to do exactly as I say." 

"Alright, alright," Chuuya waved him off, "but if what you're saying is true -- about the whole making me theirs thing -- wouldn't saying 'yes' just be playing directly into their hands?"

"Wrong," Dazai chirped, "if you say 'yes', you still have some control over the situation. I'm almost certain that if you say 'no', they'll come up with something about needing to protect you and smuggle you off to somewhere remote."

"Okay, but how do you know that?"

"Have I ever been wrong before?"

Damn. He hated when Dazai pulled that one out.