Soukoku Mini Stories

This missing Document. (Story 9)

"Has the Port Mafia taken their move?" "Not yet sir, but we know they wield the document we need." Fukuzawa thought for a moment. "Maybe...we'll need to trade something for that document." Dazai looked at the president raising an eyebrow, "What do we trade?" "Hmm...Well, we have the 3rd Document right?" "Correct." "The mafia doesn't have the third document. At least not that we know of. We'll trade the third document for the second document which they have." "Okay, let me make the trade with them then." "Okay. Upload the third document on our computers. I will set up a trade with the Mafia." "On it boss." Dazai left going to his desk to upload the document. Atsushi and Kunkida looked over Dazai's shoulder, "Dazai, what are you doing? Does the president have a plan?" "Yes." "Well? What is it?" "Me. I am the plan." Kunkida hit Dazai on the back of the head. "Be real with us dumbass-" "Dazai, are you ready? The trade is on." "Yes, boss." Dazai grabbed the third important document papers and followed the president, leaving Kunkida and Atsushi questioning everything. "Just come back safely, and with the second document Dazai."

"I got it, boss." Dazai waved as the car took off, Fukuzawa let out a sigh before heading back into the Agency. "President, Sir. What is going on?" "Are you trading Dazai!? Is he leaving us?!" Atsushi jumped out behind Kunkida with a worried expression. "No. He is going to get us the Second Document the Port Mafia currently has." "Oh. Thank goodness." Atsushi let out a relieved sigh. Dazai got out of the car walking down a dark alleyway. Rats were crawling around his feet, the dumpster held old, smelly trash bags. A figure came from the other direction, "Well well well. Is that you Dazai? Is your Agency short-staffed they sent you? Psh, that's hilarious." "I recognize that voice...Chuya Nakahara." 

Chuya stopped in his tracks, a smirk appeared on his face, he held the second document in his hand. "In the flesh. Heh, what document do you have?" "The third, and you?" Chuya chuckled before answering, "The second. We already have the third one, that's useless to use." Dazai stuffed the document in his coat. "I see. How did the dirty Port Mafia manage to get these documents Chuya?" "I don't know, I'm not a part of this bullshit problem. I got my tasks, Mori just asked me to come to do this stupid ass 'trade' with you. He suspected you were going to be here so he sent your former partner." Dazai thought for a moment, "Dazai, if you want this document so bad, come and get it." Chuya smirked holding the document. "Is there a price?"

Chuya thought for a moment, his smirk widening. "I'd like to kill you, I'll spare your life today. But when the time is right, I want to be the one that ends your pathetic life Dazai. I want to be the cause of your death." "Why not. I'd rather go out in style anyways." Dazai walked up to Chuya, Chuya was chuckling. "Great, amazing. I can hardly wait." Dazai took the papers from his former partner's hands, and both their eyes deadlocked each other, in case one of them tried to use their abilities. "Is that all you wanted Dazai? Stupid document papers?" "For today yes. Tomorrow, I may need something else from you Chuya." "Oh really? Like what asshole?" Dazai turned around and looked into his former partner's dark blue ocean eyes. He smiled and walked away back to the car, a driver opened the door for Dazai and the two of them took off. Chuya stood there laughing, "Hah, who does he think he is?" Chuya took his hat off holding it to his chest. "I do miss him at points, that asshole. I hate him." Chuya put his black hat back on and left the alleyway, heading back to the Mafia's headquarters.