Dazai X Chuuya || Dark Reflections

The Mission Begins

Part 11: The Mission Begins

The rain hadn’t let up by the time Dazai and Chuuya arrived in Mori’s office, the steady drumming creating a rhythm that echoed in the tense silence. Mori sat behind his grand mahogany desk, his sharp eyes watching as they entered. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the space, amplifying the air of secrecy that always seemed to accompany Mori’s orders.

“Ah, Dazai, Chuuya,” Mori greeted them with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I trust you’ve both settled in?”

Chuuya gave a curt nod, but Dazai only flashed a lazy grin. “As settled as one can be in such a twisted place.”

Mori’s smile faltered slightly at the jab, but he continued without missing a beat. “I’m glad to hear it. I have a mission for the two of you. One that requires both of your… unique talents.”

He leaned forward, folding his hands neatly on the desk. “There’s a new player in the underground—someone who’s been quietly acquiring power, resources, and influence. We don’t know who they are, but we know they’re dangerous, and they’re targeting our territory. Your job is to find out who’s behind this operation and eliminate the threat before it escalates.”

Dazai raised an eyebrow. “And here I thought you invited us here for a friendly chat.”

Mori chuckled, his fingers drumming lightly against the desk. “This is no time for games, Dazai. This new adversary has been a thorn in our side for weeks, and we’ve already lost several valuable assets.”

Chuuya frowned, his eyes narrowing. “How have they stayed under the radar for this long? You’re telling me no one in the Port Mafia has been able to track them down?”

Mori’s expression darkened. “Whoever they are, they’ve covered their tracks well. They’ve been targeting smaller operations, staying just out of reach. But they’ve grown bolder. We recently discovered a shipment of illegal weapons heading straight for their stronghold. This is your chance to infiltrate and find out who’s pulling the strings.”

Chuuya crossed his arms, glancing at Dazai. “Infiltration, huh? Sounds like a job for someone who actually likes sneaking around.”

Dazai’s grin widened. “Lucky for you, I’m quite good at it.”

Mori slid a file across the desk toward them. “All the details you’ll need are in here. The shipment leaves tonight, and I expect you both to be on it.”

Dazai took the file, flipping it open with casual interest, while Chuuya shot Mori a hard look. “And what happens once we find this guy?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Mori’s smile was razor-sharp. “You eliminate them.”

Chuuya nodded, though something about the simplicity of the order unsettled him. There was always more to Mori’s plans than he let on.

As they left the office, Dazai tucked the file under his arm, whistling softly. “Another day, another deadly mission. How exciting.”

Chuuya walked beside him, his expression tense. “You don’t find it strange? Mori’s been letting this enemy operate for weeks, and now he suddenly wants us to handle it?”

Dazai tilted his head, considering. “It does seem like we’re being thrown into the fire without much of a warning, doesn’t it? But then again, Mori is always testing his pawns. Especially me.”

Chuuya scoffed. “Speak for yourself. I’m nobody’s pawn.”

Dazai glanced at him, something unspoken passing between them again. “Aren’t we all? In the end, it’s just a matter of whose game we’re playing.”

Chuuya didn’t respond, but the weight of Dazai’s words hung between them as they prepared for the mission ahead.

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Later that night, the warehouse district was eerily quiet as the rain finally began to taper off. Dazai and Chuuya crouched behind a stack of crates, their eyes trained on the shipment being loaded into the back of a cargo truck.

“They’re moving fast,” Chuuya muttered, eyes narrowing as he counted the number of guards patrolling the area. “Too fast. What’s the rush?”

Dazai, beside him, was unusually quiet, his eyes focused on the truck. “There’s something off about this.”

Chuuya shot him a glance. “You getting cold feet already?”

Dazai shook his head, his expression serious for once. “No. But doesn’t it seem too easy? A shipment like this, in the middle of the night, with only a handful of guards? It feels like a setup.”

Chuuya frowned, his instincts telling him Dazai was right. “Then what’s the play?”

Dazai smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “We spring the trap and see who’s pulling the strings.”

Without waiting for Chuuya’s response, Dazai darted forward, moving through the shadows like a ghost. Chuuya cursed under his breath, following after him, knowing full well that this mission was about to get messy.

They reached the side of the truck just as the last crate was loaded. Dazai motioned for Chuuya to take out the guards at the rear while he slipped around to the front.

Chuuya moved quickly, his fists cracking against the guards’ skulls with precise, brutal efficiency. They didn’t even have time to draw their weapons before they were unconscious on the ground.

Meanwhile, Dazai silently approached the driver, his steps soundless. In one smooth motion, he grabbed the man, slamming him against the side of the truck.

“Who are you working for?” Dazai’s voice was cold, dangerous, a tone Chuuya hadn’t heard in a long time.

The driver, dazed and panicking, stammered, “I-I don’t know! I was just paid to deliver the shipment! I swear!”

Dazai’s eyes narrowed. “Paid by who?”

Before the man could answer, a shot rang out, and the driver’s body slumped to the ground. Dazai jumped back, his eyes snapping up to see a shadowy figure standing on the rooftop above them, a sniper rifle still smoking in their hands.

Chuuya cursed again, reaching for his ability, ready to tear the sniper apart, but Dazai grabbed his arm.

“Wait,” Dazai said, his eyes still on the rooftop. The sniper was already gone, disappearing into the night. “This just got a lot more interesting.”

Chuuya gritted his teeth. “What now?”

Dazai smiled, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Now, we follow the trail and see where it leads. It seems our mysterious adversary wants to play.”

Chuuya’s fists clenched, his blood boiling. “Good. I’ve been itching for a fight.”

As they stood there, the rain beginning to fall again, both men knew this mission was far from over. Whoever was behind this had just revealed a small piece of their game, and Dazai and Chuuya were ready to tear it apart.

This wasn’t just about the Port Mafia or Mori’s orders anymore. This was personal now. And neither of them would rest until they uncovered the truth.