Shadow Reaper - Soukoku - What if Dazai stayed in the Port Mafia?...

Head Quarters

Dazai ushers them all in through the door before closing it behind them. The group walk down a maze of corridors and up far too many flights of steps. Many men clad in black suits, wearing sunglasses to hide their eyes, stand silently, watching, listening. Each man is armed to the teeth with multiple firearms and they all have ear pieces so they can receive orders swiftly. Not one of them moved so much as to scratch their nose. They stood as still as the old suits of armour in ancient castles. Every floor has progressively tighter security the closer they get to the top floor. The boss' office. Upon reaching the final floor, all three of them passed through multiple sets of double doors, each section containing two or more security cameras. A final set, clad in mahogany panels was guarded by another two armed men. Within the organisation they were known as soldiers. Chuuya rapped sharply on the doors, waiting for a response from inside. A male voice permitted them entry and as one, the guards open and close the doors behind the group as they all stepped inside. 

A man with shoulder length, straight black hair sat in the middle of the room in a red armchair gazing out over the city scape. His slender legs are crossed and an empty cup of tea sits on a small table to his left.

"Dazai, you're soaked. I thought I told you not to drown yourself because it's inconvenient for everyone around you. We can't keep getting you out of trouble." The man speaks calmly as though this was the most natural thing in the world for one of his subordinates to be a walking, talking cry for help. His voice was gentle, cordial, even while he scolded his employee.

Chuuya groans softly, running a hand down his face. "Not again. You said it was the rain."

Atsushi can't help himself. He's so shocked he's almost lost for words at the fact that Dazai has apparently tried so many times before that it's become natural for him to be frequently found, upside down in the river. "AGAIN?!"

Dazai shrugs calmly. "Can't a man have his hobbies?" He folds his arms, pouting slightly, completely unconcerned that it was in front of the boss.

Atsushi seems to completely freak out. "I wouldn't call that a hobby!" He and Dazai start bickering a little but Mori cuts them off.

Sighing softly, Mori asked the question he knew the answer to. "New recruit?" 

Dazai turned his attention back to the boss, addressing him in a casual manner. "Yep."

"Is he capable or does he need training?"

"Oh he needs training alright but on the plus side he's our renegade tiger."

"Oh?" Curiosity laced Mori's tone. He had suspected there would be something about the boy for Dazai to take him in but it was an unexpected yet fortunate turn of events for him to also be the tiger.

"He appears to transform in the moonlight."

"Can he control it?"                                                                                                                                                              

"Not that it seems but he hasn't tried."                                                                                                                        

"I trust you will mentor him well." Dazai nods. "Train him and report to me afterwards."

Dazai shrugs, mind seeming to be ticking over already. How he would train him. What he would train him to be good at. How he could find a way for Atsushi to control his ability. "Ok"