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Folie à Deux

Osamu Dazai and Chuuya Nakahara. In the Port Mafia, they were called twin dark, or double black. Head of the Port Mafia, Ougai Mori, once stated about the two: "only a diamond can polish another diamond". They were an unexpectedly effective duo.

But Mori had a concern with the way the boys hit it off. They hated each other, or so they thought, but Mori understood it for what it was. They fit together like puzzle pieces. Completed each other so to speak. Dazai had his cruelty. Chuuya, his penchant for violence. The one thing Mori worried about was having a case of folie à deux on his hands.

The boys were just teenagers. Hormone fueled, emotion driven little deviants.

Dazai had never been driven by his emotions, and was rarely seen to even have any. Mori had always thought him to be a right and true psychopath. But emotions Dazai had never experienced manifested once he met Chuuya. Mori had seen the cool headed and methodical Dazai fly into a rage when it came to Chuuya. And if he ever thought Chuuya was truly in danger? Heaven help those who posed a threat. They were as good as dead.

Chuuya was a smart kid, but hot tempered and stubborn. And he loathed being told what to do by Dazai. But when Dazai was able to twist his partner's will just right, Chuuya had a focus that brought out his true potential. The teen could be guided to being the ultimate weapon, and Dazai could get him there. Because at his core, Chuuya was obedient and eager to please. He wanted to be accepted by those around him.

If the boys ever teamed up against the Port Mafia, Mori would have quite the conundrum on his hands. All he had to do was keep them busy and satisfied.

~~~~~

A young mafia grunt burst into Mori's office, followed by Hirotsu walking calmly behind him.

Mori just watched, puzzled by the urgency the man possessed.

"Double black has been compromised!"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Uh-" the mafia grunt had a tremble to his voice. "We've lost contact with them."

Hirotsu stood next to the young man, putting his hand on his shoulder and taking over the explanation of the situation. He was seasoned enough not to fear reporting a simple truth. Mori was not the reactionary type. If he were expected to find a solution to the problem, he needed full and honest details.

"Last we heard from Dazai, they had infiltrated the enemy's headquarters. Shortly thereafter, Chuuya contacted us, but there was quite the commotion in the background. Then communication ceased. I believe they are in mortal danger."

"I see." Mori mulled over the situation. "Sending mafia members in after them could result in high casualties for us. Yes... I think it's best we wait this out. I'm guessing our boys will come out of this alright."

"Sir? Are you-"

"Stand by for now Hirotsu. Let's have some faith in double black."

~~~~~

A man touched Chuuya on the shoulder and there was an electric zap at Chuuya's ear. It promptly ended his communication with Hirotsu, who may have been their only hope. "Fuck!" He growled, genuinely worried for their situation.

They had been sent in to get intel on a group of weapons dealers with an apparent game changing tool. Or more of a serum really. It negated abilities. The Port Mafia hadn't known just what kind of tool it was. And now Dazai and Chuuya both knew what it did, having both lost their abilities.

Question was, was it permanent? Or would they even be alive long enough to care?

Five men. There were five of their captures. Dazai and Chuuya sat back to back on the floor of a room in a run down building. They were tied up with an abundance of cord. But the amount of cord didn't make up for how shoddy the restraints were.