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The One With Atsu, Aku, And The Mackerel

So.

Atsushi finally found a pen.

He had searched everywhere; opening drawers and overturning file cabinets as well as breaking open the staff lockers. In the end, Atsushi had to go back to his apartment and shuffle through Kyoka's stuff before finally finding something for Chuuya to write with.

Okay, so that was a lie. He had come across tons of pens on his little expedition. But none of them were worthy enough for that amazing, five-foot specimen of pure excellence to even look upon. 

Gosh, if  he had even done so much as seen those other pens, Atsushi thought, kicking a can out of his path as he walked along the streets of Yokohama, I probably would have died of embarrassment!

Although...he supposed none of his hustling about ended up mattering in the long run. When Atsushi had returned to the agency, an annoyed Kunikida had told him that during a little scuffle with the general public, the man, the legend himself, Chuuya Nakahara, had all but vanished.

The application for the fellow to join up with the Armed Detective Agency?

Unsigned.

It was a devastating blow to the agency. The agency President, Fukuzawa, had been absolutely livid. Not even Ranpo showing him pictures of cats in sailor outfits did anything to calm him down. All available units were given a copy of the application and sent out to search the city for Chuuya Nakahara.

Atsushi was no exception. As he strode down the streets, he kept his eyes peeled for the mafia executive. He hoped to be the first to find that amazing, beautiful, commander of gravity so he could give him the pen. 

If  that wonderful Chuuya has to sign with a dull, standard, unimpressive pen...

Atsushi shook his head. No, he didn't even want to think about it! The concept was too painful to imagine.

He quickened his pace, racking his brain. Poor chu-chu, he acted all tough on the outside but in actuality he was really just a wee little baby. All that shouting must have scared the little guy away. Hmm, Atsushi was going to have to apologize for that. Although...it was sort of Ranpo's fault for crying out like that, and Kyoka's for escalating the situation by bringing out Demon Snow.

Wait. No. He had to be more mature than that. He'd apologize on behalf of his coworkers. He'd get Chuuya a gift! Chocolates maybe? A cute lil hat to replace his old one? 

Hm, I'm sure If we drain the Armed Detective Agency's assets, we should be able to afford a good vintage of  Romanee-Conti...The President would definitely be on board...

Just Atsushi turned the corner, however, a familiar curry colored coat flapped pass him.

He turned to see the figure fleeing further down the street.

It looked familiar?

Chuuya?

No, no it wasn't Chuuya. It was too tall to be Chuuya. Atsushi turned back. If it wasn't Chuuya, he didn't care --

There was a slight buzzing in the back of his head. The image clicked

He looked over his shoulder, "Dazai?"

The figure came to a halt, whipping around. When he saw who it was, the man broke into a wide, goofy grin, "Atsushi-kun! Perfect!"

Not a second later, another shape came barreling into view, skidding to such a sharp stop that dust swirled from its feet. Long pointy tendrils extended from his coat, primed and ready to strike.