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Chapter 1

A/N

I don't really write fanfiction anymore so take this I suppose. :)

No real Tw's for this Chapter
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Sunset eyes gaze into Akutagawa's dark soul. The mafioso couldn't understand anything about the weretiger. Absolutely nothing. He was simply incomprehensible, illogical and overly emotional. His self pitying ways made him want to stab him over and over again until he was one with the pieces of his shattered heart.
Never once did it occur to the sour man that those attributes, that emotion, that oh so overbearingly stupid useless and self-destructive emotion could be the reason for why everyone adored this mess of an ability user.

And since he couldn't for the life of him understand this he also could never understand why his heart ached at the expression the weretiger made when he uttered those words.

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It was Thursday, more precisely it was a Thursday evening when Atsushi made his way out of the office, finding himself in front of the building the Ada occupied, he didn't know what to do. It was a Thursday evening but he had nowhere to go and the week certainly wasn't over yet. Had it been two months ago, he would have rushed home to greet Kyouka. Of course only if it had indeed been two months ago seeing as Kyouka moved out of their shared apartment since then. They both decided it was time to give the girl some more space. Of course Kyouka would still come over, quite a lot actually, however she would not be coming today. And Atsushi knew that because the girl was injured on their most recent joint mission together...

Needless to say, Atsushi wasn't sure if he had ever felt more guilty in his entire life. He was the older in the situation and should have been in control. But he wasn't. He never really seemed to be in control. Not of anything. Not even his own ability.

Just as Atsushi was about to let himself be swept away into a vast ocean of never-ending self-criticism that was always followed by the devestating desert of guilt, a somewhat familiar voice tore him out of his subconsciousness and back into reality. Only now did Atsushi realize he hadn't moved from where he was standing. Smack dab in the middle of the building entrance. Now that he paid more attention to his surroundings he noticed the soft whispers creeping out from under shielding hands. People were staring at him. If he was being honest, he thought to himself, they were right to be suspicious. Atsushi looked up to apologize into the room.

"I'm sorry ever-"

"The hell, what's with you kid?"

Atsushi looked over his shoulder tracing the voice back to its owner, it was the same one that broke his trance earlier. And standing behind him was none other than port mafia executive Chuuya Nakahara. He was unsure of how to react... Currently the Ada and the Port Mafia had a truce so he couldn't consider his presence a threat. However other then Atsushi knowing Chuuya was a Port Mafia member, and a strong one at that he didn't actually know a thing about the man (of course except the occasional slander from Dazai, bit he didn't deem that to be trustworthy information). They'd never talked and he didn't think anyone in the Agency was on good terms with him so he really couldn't understand why he was here.

"Err... Can- Can I help you Nakahara-san?"

"Eh? No of course you can't what would I need a kid like you for-..."

"Nakahara-san?"

"Actually nevermind. Yeah I need your help with something, you wouldn't refuse a small favor from an ally would you?"

Atsushi tilted his head slightly to the left.

"No, I don't think I would...?"

"What the hell? What do you mean you don't think you would. Gimme a definitive answer here-", seeing as Atsushi's head only tilted more than he thought was possible Chuuya sighed out, "-whatever, it'll do. You're coming with me." he demanded.