Dazai X Chuuya || Dark Reflections

The Unexpected Ally

Part 15: The Unexpected Ally

Dazai and Chuuya were dragged down a long, dimly lit corridor by Moria’s guards, their footsteps echoing off the metallic walls. The oppressive silence of the underground compound pressed down on them. Chuuya’s muscles tensed as he considered his options for escape, while Dazai remained eerily calm, eyes flitting from corner to corner, assessing every detail.

The guards shoved them into a holding cell, the heavy iron door slamming shut behind them with a deafening clang. Inside, the air was damp and cold, the only light seeping through from a small barred window high up on the wall.

"Well, this is just perfect," Chuuya grumbled, rubbing his wrists. "We’re stuck underground with no way out, and Moria’s about to wipe the Port Mafia off the map."

Dazai leaned back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. "We’ve been in worse situations."

"Really?" Chuuya shot him a glare. "Because this feels pretty bad."

Dazai’s eyes narrowed slightly, his mind still racing. "Moria’s playing a dangerous game, but something doesn’t add up. He said he’s been embedded in the Mafia for years, manipulating Mori from the inside… but why hasn’t he acted sooner?"

Chuuya frowned, considering it. "Maybe he was biding his time, waiting for the right moment."

"Or maybe," Dazai said, his tone sharp, "there’s something else going on. Something he didn’t tell us."

Before Chuuya could respond, the sound of footsteps approached the door. They both tensed, expecting another guard, but to their surprise, the figure who appeared was none other than Kurokawa—Moria.

He glanced over his shoulder, ensuring no one was watching, before slipping inside and shutting the door behind him. His expression was tense, conflicted, a far cry from the cold, calculating man who had revealed his true nature moments ago.

"Dazai. Chuuya," he said in a low voice, "we don’t have much time."

Chuuya’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What the hell are you doing here? Come to gloat some more?"

Moria—no, Kurokawa—shook his head, his face betraying a flicker of something unexpected. "I’m not here to gloat. I’m here to help you."

Dazai’s gaze sharpened. "Help us? After everything you just said upstairs?"

Kurokawa’s eyes darted to the door again, his voice barely above a whisper. "It’s not as simple as it looks. I’m not in full control of what’s happening. Mori… Mori has a way of controlling me."

Chuuya stepped forward, fists clenched. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Kurokawa hesitated, clearly struggling with how much to reveal. "When Mori took over as head of the Port Mafia, he… did something to me. Something that lets him take control of my body when he wants to. I can act independently most of the time, but when he decides to take over, I have no choice but to follow his orders."

Dazai’s eyes widened slightly in understanding. "So Mori’s been using you as a puppet. You’re his secret weapon."

Kurokawa nodded, his expression grim. "Yes. For years, I’ve been doing his bidding, manipulating people, setting things in motion, all while trying to maintain some semblance of autonomy. But now, with Moria’s plan in motion, Mori can seize control at any moment. He could have me kill you both without even knowing I’m doing it."

Chuuya’s fists tightened at his sides, his voice low and dangerous. "And why should we trust you? You’ve been playing us all along."

Kurokawa’s eyes locked onto Chuuya’s, his voice filled with desperation. "Because I don’t want to be Mori’s pawn anymore. I want out. But I can’t leave. He’ll know. He’ll take over and use me to destroy everything. That’s why I’m here—to help you escape. If you two get out of here, you can stop him. You can stop Moria."

Dazai studied Kurokawa closely, his mind working through the layers of deception and truth. He’d always been able to read people, to see through their lies, and right now, Kurokawa seemed… sincere. There was a flicker of genuine fear in his eyes, a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before.

"So what’s your plan?" Dazai asked, his voice measured.

Kurokawa quickly pulled a small keycard from his pocket, holding it out to them. "This will get you past the security doors and out of the lower levels. There’s a maintenance tunnel at the end of the corridor—follow it, and you’ll reach the surface."

Chuuya snatched the keycard, still eyeing Kurokawa warily. "And what about you? Why don’t you just come with us if you’re so desperate to get away from Mori?"

Kurokawa’s face darkened. "I can’t. If I leave, Mori will know. He’ll take control, and I’ll lead him right to you. The only way I can help is by staying behind, keeping him distracted."

Dazai leaned forward, his voice soft but intense. "So, you’re willing to sacrifice yourself for this?"

Kurokawa’s expression hardened. "I’m willing to do whatever it takes to break free from Mori’s control. If that means staying behind and taking the fall, so be it. But you two… you can stop him. You can end this."

For a long moment, silence hung between them. Dazai and Chuuya exchanged a glance, weighing their options. The risks were enormous, but this might be their only shot at escaping and stopping Moria’s plan.

Finally, Dazai nodded, his usual playful grin creeping back onto his face. "Alright, Kurokawa. We’ll take your help. But if you’re lying…"

Chuuya stepped forward, eyes blazing. "I’ll make sure you regret it."

Kurokawa swallowed hard, but he didn’t flinch. "I’m not lying. Just go. Before it’s too late."

With that, he turned on his heel and hurried toward the door, glancing back one last time. "Good luck. You’re going to need it."

As the door closed behind him, Chuuya let out a frustrated growl. "I still don’t trust that bastard."

Dazai chuckled softly. "Neither do I, Chuuya. But right now, we don’t have many other options."

They quickly moved to the door, Chuuya sliding the keycard into the reader. The lock clicked open, and they stepped into the corridor, the faint hum of machinery still echoing through the walls.

"This better work," Chuuya muttered under his breath as they began making their way toward the maintenance tunnel.

Dazai’s grin widened. "Don’t worry, Chuuya. It always works out in the end."

As they moved deeper into the labyrinth of the underground facility, the weight of what was at stake pressed down on them. Kurokawa—whether he was an ally or a traitor, only time would tell—but for now, they had to trust him.

And if Mori truly had the power to control Kurokawa’s every move, they were racing against the clock to stop a threat that could destroy everything they’d ever known.