bsd oneshots from ao3

(tachizaki) bonnie & clyde 2/4

Two months had flew by since Tanizaki had joined the Port Mafia, which he honestly didn't know how to describe. From one perspective, it almost felt like a blink of an eye; as if he had only joined just yesterday, or that night at the fast-food had only been last weekend. Then from another side of things, it seemed as if he's been here not for two months, but two years, because as previously intimidating as the Black Lizard command had previously been, they're certainly quick to take in one of their own with open arms.

It's a Sunday afternoon in the middle of July, and to say it is hot outside would be an understatement. The sun was certainly serious about doing their job today, and not even the bitter chill of the Port Mafia's air conditioning system was enough to vanquish the sticky humidity.

To reward them for a job well done on a huge assignment they had completed late into the previous evening, Mori allowed the crew to take the day off, despite Akutagawa's protests that earned threatening glares from Tachihara and his sister while they stood before their boss in his office. Poor Tanizaki hadn't said a word, and neither did Hirotsu or Higuchi, but given the battered state of Jun'ichirō's appearance after a tough fight between an ability user double his height and most certainly triple his muscle mass, he should be begging for the opportunity for recuperation. However, as everyone has come to learn rather quickly, Tanizaki doesn't really ask for anything and simply does as he's told, despite how often Tachihara pushes for him to be selfish and live on the edge a little.

Mori simply leaned forward in his desk as he watched Tachihara and Akutagawa's muttered disagreement go on and on and on and on, an amused smirk on his lips as he rested his cheek against the palm of his hand. Tanizaki's arm was around Higuchi's shoulder, trying to lessen the weight on his sprained ankle, while his other was looped through Hirotsu's. Honestly, he really owes it to the man, considering he had to carry the poor state of his body home through the dark streets of the city after already peeling him from the floor like the splat of a dead insect.

Quite honestly, Tanizaki had never felt safer than he did right then and there, allowing his head to loll to the side as he succumbed to unconsciousness with ease. As he was bridal-carried down the street, Jun'ichirō can briefly remember feeling Hirotsu's hand squeeze the bare skin of his shoulder after the material of his sweater had become ripped in several places while in the fray, which had felt comfortingly warm even through the gloves he wore. Tanizaki could also recall the old man murmuring something along the lines of, "Rest easy now, son, you did great," before giving into the pull of sleep, and to be quite honest with you, Jun'ichirō is pretty sure he sobbed like a baby, despite being completely out of it.

Most of his memory from that night were barely lucid, between the pain meds he refused to be pumped with due to personal reasons after being brought to the clinic and the haze he viewed the world through after taking one too many punches to the face. The room was spinning as he slurred for the doctors to keep all medications away from his body, as much as a surprise that had been for everyone present, but Hirotsu raised a single hand to halt the lady treating him before she could inject a needle into his arm, demanding she only do as he commanded.

Tanizaki never did have a father in his life, not even a figure of sorts; his mother's drug addiction had easily scared his dad away before he was even toddler age, and of course any man she hooked up with at the house after that were just... sketchy, though always temporary before Naomi's dad became a frequent face. He was just as out of it as she was, staggering around the house and smashing things that didn't even belong to him whenever he lost his patience over the littlest of inconveniences, which is why Tanizaki spent every waking hour counting down the days until he could finally move out and leave this hell hole behind for good.

At seventeen, unable to hold out for one more year, him and Naomi fled and found a place of their own under the pretense that they are brother and sister who lost both their parents. Technically, neither fact was truly wrong; the two of them are step siblings, and of course both of them lost their mother and father the day they took up that bottle. It wasn't a matter of lying, but more or less bending a truth, which is what can sometimes be necessary just to keep yourself alive in the very same way taking a life is. To be quite honest, Tanizaki probably would have never been welcomed into the ADA if he were challenged in his way of thinking for the entrance exam, because his thoughts and morals are Port Mafia prime without a fault; that much he can speak honestly to.