𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 {𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚞𝚢𝚊𝚡𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛}

Chapter 18

I was sitting at the Agency typing on my computer until I heard Kunikida's and Atsushi's conversation.

"You can't track down Dazai?" Kunikida asked.

"He's not returning any of my calls." Atsushi said.

"I'm sure he probably floated off to some river again."

"Or he's out trying those suicide attempts in his book." I said. Finch hummed in agreement.

"Maybe he got thrown in jail." Kenji was looking at a plant on his desk.

"My guess is he's off with a woman." Ranpo was looking out the window.

"A-aren't you worried he could be in trouble?" Atsushi asked us.

"Oh, please. He'll be fine." I went back to typing on my computer.

"That man's ability will protect him." Kunikida agreed with me.

"Even after all those suicide attempts, he's still as lively as ever." Kenji said.

"Not even the Mafia can get him." Ranpo said.

"Yeah, but aren't you-"

"I'll look into it." Junichiro said.

My phone suddenly buzzed. I looked at it.

1 New Message

Chuuya:
I guess we got two Armed Detective Agency detectives kidnapped in less than a month.

Y/n:
Oh, is that where Dazai went?

You're not going to send the Detective Agency, are you?

No, I doubt they'd care.

I'm sure they cared whenever you were gone.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Atsushi, as long as you're at the Agency, make sure to never get hurt, okay?" Junichiro's eyes were wide and he was squatting with his hands on his face. He looked absolutely traumatized.

"Well... I'm gonna go.." I mumbled and walked out of the office. "Kenji, could you watch Finch for me?"

"Okay, bye!" Kenji said as I walked out the door.

~Time Skip~
I walked over to the bathroom and stood there leaning against the wall.

I decided not to keep texting Chuuya while being in the office. I'm sure Ranpo could figure out who I was talking to in seconds.

I looked at my text.

1 New Message

Chuuya:
Anyway, what are you up to?

Y/n:
Oh, just bored in the Agency. Junichiro was talking about how terrifying Yosano's treatment is. What are you doing?

Oh, nothing at all.

~Chuuya's Pov:~ {3rd person}
Chuuya was typing on his phone. Port Mafia workers were on both sides of him firing their guns at the people in front of him.

Chuuya:
Oh, nothing at all.

Y/n:
Really? For a Port Mafia executive? I thought you'd have more work than that like fighting or something.