Never Again.

I Knew I Was Done For

Chuuya's eyes widened, he straight out admitted he killed people? He shouldn't have just admitted that to a civilian, That would be stupid! So—

"You know who I am?"

"Of course! My boss told me to find you, King of The Sheep."
The brunette smirked

"Your boss told you where to find me? I- Why?"

"Now, now, I wouldn't just reveal, top secret mafia information to an outcast, would I?"?

"You ass— Just tell me why!"
He grabbed Dazai's collar angrily.

"Nuh-uh!"
Dazai smiled playfully.

Chuuya glared at him, gritting his teeth, he was so gonna punch this idiot. His fist was already moving, his elbow behind him, easily showing that the punch he was gonna land on Dazai was gonna hurt like shit.

"Hey, hey! No need to get violent," He frowned, "I'm already bleeding, jeez."

"I won't punch you if you tell me what the hell your boss wants to do with me."

"Ah~ fine."
Chuuya let go of the brunette's collar.

"You've been messing with our deliveries, and our underlings."

"Your underlings?"

"Of course! I'm an executive, wasn't it obvious?"
He tilted his head slightly, putting on this pissy innocent look.

"You're fucking 15, dude."

"And?"
Is this guy a dumbass or what. He's still a goddamn kid! Like Chuuya, that little voice in the back of his head said. He efficiently
ignored that—

"Haha, got ya!"
He laughed, pulling out a knife from his pocket and pointing it at his throat as he stood behind him, holding back his arms. "Fuck you." Chuuya fucking hated this kid so goddamn much. "It's not my fault Chuuya is so oblivious! Did he really trust me that fast?" He teased, Chuuya wanted to wipe— no. Punch the living shit out of that shit eating grin.

"So shorty, tell me a little about yourself after I knock you out senseless?"

"I want you to know— What the fuck did you just call me, you bastard?"

"Ah! That just slipped out!"
He stuck his tongue out, Chuuya wanted to bite it off for fucks sake.

"I want you to fucking know I am so gonna kill you in the slowest and most painful way ever after this."

"Wow Chuuya, that's just mean."

Thud.

And that was the end of it.

———

"—Dazai-kun, you have—"
"—...Yes, I will go—"
"—Well done, Ah. It seems—"
"Yup, he's awa—"

Voices rang like a bell in Chuuya's ears and mind, his sight was blurry, and dear God did he curse those little black spots that danced around his vision, lifting his head up, he saw that stupid black coat that brunette was wearing before. He wanted to rub his eyes, but his arms were stuck. His vision fixed itself up and he realized he was tied up to a chair, and that kid had kidnapped him!

"Fuck,"
He felt the horrid headache, it felt like a hangover for his sake.

"You've just woken up and that's the first thing you think of? How naughty of Chuuya!"

"Shut up."

"Hello, Chuuya-kun."
A new voice joined in, greeting him.

He tossed his head up from the ground, looking up at the man who invaded their was-supposed-to-be-heated-argument-and-dissing-each-other conversation. He was wearing a red, long scarf and black was the main color of his clothes.

A tradition passed among all Port Mafia bosses.

"Mori Ougai." It felt like a curse, like saying the devil's name.

Mori chuckled menacingly, Dazai just rolled his eyes, the slightest bit of anger in his eyes. "How was your sleep? Apologies for the way how the Port Mafia greeted you." If Chuuya wasn't tied and being touched by the bastard called Dazai next to him, he would've beaten Dazai to a pulp then killed him and Mori.

But he was, not, in fact stupid.

"Chuuya-kun, I've a favor to ask you. I'm currently troubled by a certain incident, a mission that Dazai cannot do alone— And sadly, no one is to Dazai's taste, nor are they up to the task." Chuuya raised a brow at him, So this is why he was here? To do a mission for the Port Mafia, like some dog?

"Of course, If you help us, we will release the hostages and give you fair payment."

"Hostages?"
Chuuya froze.

"Yeah shrimp, we borrowed some of your little juvies from your gang and hid them somewhere in the dungeon. We haven't hurt them yet, but that could change depending on your answer." Dazai flapped his hand around in the air like it was no big deal, Chuuya growled.

"Ah-Ah! Bad doggie!"

"You bastard—"
Mori coughed.

"Dazai-kun, did I give you permission to talk?"
Dazai stopped.

"..."
He looked down at the ground, "Apologies, sir." Mori kept an emotionless expression on his face. "Meet me here later." His face twisted into something of one with fear, a small open of his mouth and wide eyes.

"Yes sir."
He stood still, his breathing awfully calm.

"I'm sorry that Dazai provoked you, I hope this does not interfere with your decision making."
He smiled at him.

This guy was clearly threatening Dazai.

"I'll go. Only if you promise to let the others go," He looked at the brunette, "Even if the mission fails." Mori's eyes narrowed.
"I suppose I can deal with that, I'm sure you won't fail, you're more than good enough for the job. Especially because you're partnered up with Dazai."

"What?!"
Chuuya was furious— He had to go with this bastard?— who was abnormally calm. Did Mori's words carry that much threat? What was that guy going to do to him?

"Dazai-kun, please release Chuuya from his restraints."

———

Chuuya was anxiously waiting for the brunette that was still inside the office with Mori, he can't believe that he was worried for the bastard. He jumped when he heard the door creaking open, he walked away from it, disgusted with the blood pooling from Dazai's body.

"Dazai!"
He kneeled on the ground to look at the injuries—

Dazai pushed him away.

"Go— away.. I don't..nee..ed Chuuya's help."
Chuuya's fists clenched tightly at his sides.

"Well Chuuya doesn't care."
Dazai looked up at him with a shocked look.

Chuuya carried Dazai's figure, the brunette's arm placed carefully on his shoulder, as he carried him to anywhere far away from the office.