Mission of Love

Chapter 2: Ascension

Dazai's POV:

I was thrilled. I am thrilled. I am in the elevator with Chuuya, my heart pounding. I'm finally with him again, after years of fighting against his agency.

"So, Chuuya," I put on my most charming grin, "how's the Port Mafia?" He turns to look at me, and a frown plasters over his face. The elevator jerks once, sending my coat bouncing to my knees. That isn't supposed to happen. 

I'm standing awkwardly with the gingerhead until another jerk sends me flying into the air, and I land on my feet. Chuuya tries to manipulate the gravity, but it doesn't seem to work, as he flies into the air and smacks his head against the ceiling. 

"Something's wrong with this god-damn-thing!" With each pause, Chuuya kicks the door. 

"I don't think that'll work," I add helpfully, because even if Chuuya doesn't, I value my own life. Instead, I inspect the elevator with sharp eyes. Then the doors slide open with a horrible squeaking sound. There are 10 armed ability users swarming around in a mass of guns, swords, and hands. 

"Well, we'll just take them out and continue on our way," Chuuya flexes his gloves and prepares to dash forward, but I stop him by grabbing his arm. 

"No, let's sneak past them. Honestly, Chuuya, you're just as dense as you are stupid," I sigh, and he gives me the most furious side-eye possible. I have to stop myself from laughing because the crowd has quieted. 

We sneak over into the obsidian hallway carefully, making sure our shoes don't make a clacking sound and give us away. I wonder how Atsushi and Akutagawa are doing. It was such a brilliant idea, putting them together, I'm actually proud of myself. Soon, I should see Akutagawa and Atsushi shooting each other glances of liking rather than a burning hatred. I hope at least a small friendship blooms. 

Just as we reach the end of the hallway, the elevator opens, and five ability users are staring at us in confusion just as we are staring at them as well. An awkward silence ensues before they yell, "Invaders! Invaders on second floor!" into their walkie-talkies. I hate those gadgets. Chuuya shoots an uncertain glance to me, I return it. Should we fight or run? I guess the unanimous decision was to fight back. We ready ourselves into a battle stance, I activate No Longer Human, waiting for an unsuspecting ability user to start attacking me. Just as I expect, two of the five people start rushing toward me. Three of them gang up on Chuuya. I wonder why they decide more people fighting him would be more beneficial, have you seen his height? He doesn't look nearly as intimidating as me. I watch as Chuuya flawlessly swishes through the punches being thrown at him. 

"Quick! Pass me that bullet!" Chuuya yells, snapping me out of my thoughts. There were a few stray bullets on the ground. I swiftly picked them up and threw them at the ginger haired boy. The two ability users who are fighting me catch me in my moment of vulnerability and throw a punch. It's a hard slap to reality, I should start fighting more seriously. We don't know how powerful these users could be, although I'm sure they wouldn't be able to beat me. 

I take a deep breath and start rushing towards them. I tap them on their shoulders, leaving them confused as to why their abilities no longer have effect. I then take my trusty pocket gun and shoot at them, unsurprisingly, the bullets shoot straight through them, leaving them exhilarating their final breath. I whistle and spin my gun around my pointer finger, slipping it back into my pocket. I glance to the left of me to view how Chuuya was handling his handful of ability users. Just as I turn I see him pack a rather critical punch to a black haired woman. By now, all five of the users are on the floor dying or already dead. 

"Good job Chuuya!" I yelp to him, a smug smile spreading on my face. He rolls his eyes as his slips four bullets into his jacket pocket. 

"I think one of them called their crew or something, we'll probably have more company soon," Chuuya remarked. I look behind us, no one noticed our very explosively loud fighting.