Attempted Humanity | BSD [soukoku]

Part 2

Humans thrive (on value).

Chuuya takes a step out into the road, holding his hat down on his head, as a black car with tinted windows slows down in front of him. The bright sunlight causes him to squint. He opens the rear door and slips gracefully inside, his dark coat disappearing last.

"Sleeping beauty has finally awoken," the black haired boy on the other side of the backseat murmurs with a hint of a smirk on his face.

"Shut up, you know better than anybody that it takes me a while to recover," Chuuya replies, straightening the black jacket draped over his shoulders. "I'm lucky it ended so quickly or it probably would have taken even longer."

"Are you sure you don't just like to sleep?" Dazai asks, his smirk widening, causing the bandage on his cheek to crease.

"Fuck off, Dazai," Chuuya explodes, crossing his arms in front of him and staring out the window.

"Is that any way to speak to one of the new executives?"

Chuuya opens his mouth to continue arguing but thinks better of it before closing it. The car drives in silence for a few moments as he watches buildings flick past the window before he lets out a heavy sigh, touching a hand to the back of his neck.

"Well, tell me about the job," he says impatiently.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Dazai perk up and lean forward towards him, resting his hands on the car seat between them.

"It's a hostage situation, with children involved."

There's something unsettling about the way he says it.

"Why do you seem so excited about that, you freak?" Chuuya replies with disdain.

"It's just a different type of job than we usually do," Dazai replies with a shrug.

He is right about that. With the combination of gravity manipulation and nullification they were usually sent on missions that involved a lot of fighting. Hostage situations were a lot more ...delicate. Strange.

"So who is the hostage?"

"A couple of orphans that were under the Port Mafia's protection. They were living at one of our safe houses when a man came in ranting about making the Port Mafia pay. He shot the store owner and took the kids. We later received word that he wanted to meet at a specific location to make a deal."

"Where?"

"The harbor."

"Hmm," Chuuya rests his head on the back of the seat. "And do we know who this guy is?"

"That's the problem, we can't find any information on him. There were cameras in the safe house but his face didn't come up in any identification searches. It's as if he doesn't exist," Dazai says thoughtfully, touching a hand to his chin.

Chuuya's eyes widen a bit as the other boy speaks. They always had information on the people they were dealing with. He never really knew how Dazai did it, but he always managed to dig something up. Could this be some type of ability?

"So it's a trap," Chuuya replies after a pause.

"Naturally," Dazai says cooly. "So let's just assume they are going to try to kill us when we arrive."

The Port Mafia doesn't usually make deals with abductors. Certainly not when the people abducted were not even family members, but Chuuya understands that this is a matter of principle. This man, whoever he is, has taken something that belongs to the Port Mafia, and in doing so he may well have signed his own death certificate.