you can take my Soul, but never my Heart (omegaverse)

Chapter 10: heal My wounds

The Guild acts faster than Dazai expects.

He's late to the office the next morning, because he had been doing some last minute laundry to ensure his coat didn't smell like hat man anymore, and to neatly fold Atsushi's borrowed, freshly cleaned clothes into a paper bag that held last week's groceries. He plops the bag on the other omega's desk before he sinks into his own chair, Koko still on his lap because she refuses to let Dazai out of her sight even now.

"How much is he offering?"

Atsushi blinks at the question, but Kunikida doesn't even lift his eyes from the paperwork he's reading. Well, the paperwork he's pretending to read. His shoulders are tense and he's got blockers on his neck today. He's just a little stressed out.

"It won't be enough," he answers flatly. His grip on the paper tightens. "The president won't give up the permit. They haven't been in the office for long."

Atsushi puts the bag on the floor under his desk, looking at Dazai curiously as he hands his daughter a crayon and a blank piece of paper. "How did you know it was them?"

He smirks. "Atsushi, who else would park a helicopter in the middle of the street if not a grossly well-endowed Guild leader that can drop seven billion yen on your head like it's pocket change?"

He swallows. "You don't think..."

"You aren't in danger," Kunikida says tightly, as if he's been repeating this all morning. "They won't cause any larger of a scene than they have already."

Stiffly, Atsushi nods, trying to get back to his work. Wordlessly sitting beside Kunikida at the empty desk, Kyouka takes a bite of her muffin.

Dazai picks up a second crayon and starts doodling with Koko instead of doing any work of his own, even if Kunikida keeps giving him deadly glares over the top of his paperwork. He's just biding his time until Francis comes out of the office. He wants to see what the man looks like firstly, outside of the photo they have for his file, and to see if there's any recognition when he sees Dazai and Koko. He wants to know if Francis really knows who he is.

Sure enough, the door opens after a couple minutes, Naomi stiffly holding it for three people to exit; a tall blond man with a suitcase that practically reeks of money, a girl with vibrant red hair that looks to be around Atsushi's age, and another man that seems to blend in with the background in a dark green coat.

"Kenji," Fukuzawa says, grabbing the boy's attention from where he had been staring out the window at the helicopter that's already gathered a crowd. "Please escort our guests out."

Dazai smirks. Figures.

The blond man, even without the picture provided, could be immediately identified as Francis for the way he carries himself, and he looks around the office before his sight settles on Dazai. He doesn't even try to hide Koko, but he does give the man a bright smile that hides the undertone of a warning. He can get all the information and blackmail he wants on Dazai, but he will never touch his daughter.

Francis grants him a knowing smile and a subtle nod.

Dazai wants to punch him.

"Yes, sir! C'mon, I'll show you to the elevator!"

When the door shuts behind them, Kunikida finally relaxes.

"Nothing to worry about," Fukuzawa tells them all, nodding to Naomi before he goes back into his office, the door shutting being the only sound aside from the scrape of a crayon against paper.

"Hey, Koko," Atsushi calls after a moment, smiling warmly at her, because he always does. His entire body is a soft spot for her. "Did you smell any of them?"