I want to be an idle teen.

27.Yeah I wish I've been a teen idle

The chaos was immediate, just as they feared. Q has done it. Cursed the entirety of Yokohama.

Dazai's expression was cold and disconnected, but his lip was bloody.

He knew that Dazai was far from calm right now.

"Dazai and I will be heading to the place where we suspect that the reason for this chaos is detained, and you'll be trying your best to help the detectives protect the city." The redhead growled as he passed his branch a pep talk before they went their separate ways.

They were lucky to have that alliance of theirs with the detectives. Right now, both the detectives and the mafia were trying their best to protect both civilians and the town itself as everything descended into chaos.

"Since our goal is mutual no fight between each other will be tolerated on either end so don't be smart and start shit." He let out, staring directly at Akutagawa, who nodded back. "You'll also be tasked with Atsushi's safety." Chuuya barked, staring at Tachihara.

"We are guessing they separated into two branches, two teams." Tachihara nodded as he grabbed his weapon and cocked it, loading it up with bullets to the brim.

"Atsushi was probably taken somewhere with half of their little group and Q far away, on the other side." He watched as Gin and Akutagawa prepared for battle in their own way, with both of the siblings focused in on entirely different things.

"If you spot him, your main mission is rescue." The executive sighed, as he picked up his hat and put it back on top of his head, following behind Dazai, who already headed straight for the door.

"You're allowed to kill the enemies on sight." Dazai added, as he opened the door and walked out of the room, turning to Akutagawa with a small smile.

"And if need be, harm those who get in the way of the rescue mission, no matter who it is." The team nodded, as Chuuya sighed and followed his friend.

They all knew what that meant. Teammate, partner, friend, anyone who got in the way of the main focus of their mission was to be dealt with. No matter their correlation in the situation, if they were about to harm the target's safe return in any way possible, they were to get some sense beaten into them.

And as they walked out of the PM headquarters, he couldn't help but finally say the thing that has been on his mind for a while now.

"You care about him." The hoarse tone was strange, but in a way, the strained statement was needed.

"So do you." Dazai said right back, the gun that was in its prestigious and all-tight holster shining as they arrived at the main exit.

"But you care about him ." Chuuya reminded. Because him caring about a member of his faction was no news. But Dazai caring about anybody , was.

"Nakahara." The man let out, under his breath, as they finally felt the cold night air hit their face.

"Osamu." He said right back, not backing down.

"I do. Is that what you want me to say?" The brunet asked, as he cocked his gun, during their little walk to the cabin in the woods at the corner of Yokohama that the chip that was put into Q's neck showed as their last known location.

"Why?" He asked, because he wanted to know. He wanted to know why his friend got so protective so fast over their employee.

"He…" The brunet began, eyes looking towards the moon, as if it would answer Chuuya instead of him.

"He's useful to the team." The mafioso began, as their pace fastened, through the chaos.

"Bullshit." Chuuya noted, as he too, fastened his steps.