You are my king, and you are my queen

Chapter 24

"Thanks for the meal Chuuya san!"
"Eat up before it gets cold."
"Hai!"
As usual, Chuuya was the one cooking breakfast for the two of them before they headed for the agency, Atsushi gobbling down the food in record time while Chuuya ate his share at a more normal rate of devouring.
The mornings were usually started by Chuuya, who washed up before going to cook breakfast, said breakfast aromas wafting into atsushi's room and awakening him from his slumber, and by the time he was out of the shower, a feast awaited him on the table. While Chuuya had limited his chasuke intake to three times a week at most for breakfast, he was still treated to a vast array of sumptuous foods, from traditional Japanese cooking to western and eastern cookings. How Chuuya knew so many different dishes was apparently linked to his previous job as a mafia, but atsushi's head was too wrapped up in feasting upon the food of the gods to care about anything else.
Today was his lucky day, for he was greeted with steaming bowls of chasuke, which after a hurried and extremely grateful thanking, he gobbled down happily. Chuuya was sipping a cup of tea while eating some ramen and it was an uninterrupted meal...until it wasn't.
Atsushi looked up from his chasuke, his face akin to a hamster with two cheeks puffed out while Chuuya stood up to answer the door with an order to Atsushi to continue eating, which he gladly did.
Upon opening the door, Chuuya was greeted by a lady with long pink hair with a blue gradient at the end with dull brown eyes. Her questionable fashion taste consisted of what appeared to be a ball gown, in the morning on the street really, and slippers. Slippers and a ball gown. Flip flops actually. Chuuya hadn't much time to contemplate the dressing difference as she quickly grabbed chuuya's hand and placed an envelope on it.
"We hope to see you tonight, nakahara san."
"Wait, who-"
In the blink of an eye, Chuuya was facing an empty street with only the envelope in his hand as proof that he wasn't hallucinating. His brain was still processing things given how fast the incident had happened. Sighing, he turned around, shutting the door before returning to the table.
"Who was that?"
Chuuya shrugged his shoulders as he opened the envelope as gracefully as he could so he didn't tear its contents by accident. However, upon seeing the contents, he wished he did tear it by accident, and now he wanted to tear it on purpose.
"That bitch, I thought she died damn it."
"Chuuya san?"
"It's nothing you have to worry about kid, eat your food while I burn the trash."
"But the only thing in your hand is the lighter and the paper-"
"It's trash, utter trash, trash like the person who wrote it."
While the words from Chuuya were harsh, and if the person listening was any normal person, they wouldn't have caught the minute quiver that betrayed the fact that Chuuya was affected by whatever he saw.
{That one whom you hold most dear,
I wonder how you'll feel should you know his greatest fear
Your most trusted friend, long gone, or your partner whom you love yet not fully trust
Make your choice, let it be known, amidst black nightshade, we shall await.
From none other than the fabulous Akui hanari~}
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"Odasaku, do you have a lighter?"
"Boss?"
"I need to burn this piece of trash."
It was a perfectly normal day, as normal as it could get for the right hand man of the boss of the port mafia anyway, until a fancy envelope found it's way into dazai's hands, and then his whole day appeared to have gone to shit.
"But, would that not help you in some way or another?"
"It would help me in my adventures for suicide should I combust from fury, odasaku.
Oda sighed, merely doing as he was ordered to and whipping out a lighter, watching his boss do as he said he would do, proceeding to burn the paper right on his desk.
Ah well, he guessed that it was also normal for Dazai to do stuff like that, and it was even more normal to see him casually placing the burning paper onto his paperwork to watch it go up in flames. Thankfully oda had flameproofed dazai's desk, and he had extra copies of the paperwork, and should any of the pens not be flameproof, he had spares, thus, no harm done. Oda sighed again, returning to looking over dazai's schedule, wishing very hard that should dazai have any urgent meetings he tell him now.
"Oh yes, odasaku, add going to the masquerade of the black nightshade to the schedule tonight."
"Wait what-ah, yes, boss."
"You and Akutagawa kun are coming with me!"
"Wait wha- yes boss."
"Ah bring tachihara kun, hirotsu san, gin Chan and higuchi kun along too!"
"Wait w- yes boss."
"We'll probably be seeing the agency there too!"
"Wai- yes boss."
"Ah. I want to commit arson."
"W- NO BOSS PLEASE DONT DO THAT!"
{That one whom you hold most dear
You shield his eyes to keep secret your bloodstained path
For fear of his turning away should he know what you've done
Yet all secrets shall be unveiled one day,
How long can you hide your crime, to maintain this fragile peace, this calm before the storm
Shall we put that to the test tonight, for amidst the black nightshade, we shall dance to the tune of secrecy.
From none other than the amazing Akui hanari desu!}
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Uwu 😃