《SANCTUARY》 | Bungou Stray Dogs

Hey, Errand Boy // Oda Sakunosuke

It was by fate that Sakaguchi Ango was busier than he already was, and couldn't deliver Dazai's files personally.

As the port mafia's dog, Odasaku was compelled not to refuse any order, and so he found himself setting out at midnight with an envelope in his hand. Threats weren't considerably less at nightfall, and the gun holstered to his waist was useless- but he wasn't in the mafia for nothing. He'd traveled in the shadows with grace and was on his way back within minutes.

It was a simple job, another one of the many jobs that he performed dutifully. If Odasaku continued down the main street, then he could stop by Ango's office, walk home, and call it a night.

But some mishap always seemed to be overdue.

Odasaku was summoned by a series of gunshots that echoed through the empty streets. If that wasn't the mishap for tonight, then he didn't know what was. It most definitely isn't his fight, but if there was a shooter, there was a victim.

A light fog began to swirl by his feet as he followed the sound of the brawl into one of the city's secluded districts. With every step, it grew louder and louder. Even more alarming than that, the blasts began to follow a steady rhythm.

Only one person was shooting now.

Odasaku ran faster, narrowly missing the smelly refuse and piles of rubble in his path. Why such a place existed in this city, he didn't know. It was a hotspot for underworld activity and all sorts of illegal exchanges- that was for sure.

The familiar smell of blood hit his nose almost instantly.

Knowing that he had reached the place, he pressed his back against the side of a nearby wall and studied the scene before him.

A silhouette stood at the other side of the street, holding out a weapon of its own. The sight of the three bloodied corpses was enough to prompt Odasaku to raise his gun.

He knew that he wouldn't shoot the killer. In fact, the longer he stared at the silhouette, the more he hesitated. His ears rang. Odasaku became painfully aware of how heavy his gun had become, and how his finger curled too tightly over the trigger. Soon enough, he realized why.

Standing across the street was you.

Odasaku's hand moved on its own, ever so slowly returning to his side. Disbelief was mirrored in his wide eyes.

He watched as you killed the silence and shot thrice at the fallen man before you, sending a splatter of red on the asphalt. You then kicked the man over on his stomach, your booted foot keeping his head steady over the sidewalk.

Crack.

Signature mafia kill.
     
Odasaku closed his eyes. It was a little too late to get the image out of his head.
    
You, L/n Y/n, were one of the port mafia's executives, and with that carmine coat draped over a classy dress, you definitely looked the part. You were no different from the rest of the mafioso- you strode with an aura that was enough to make your subordinates tremble.
     
You were the epitomy of darkness. The port mafia's black rose, alluring but studded with thorns.
     
There is truth to that, of course. Odasaku understood it, he truly did.
     
But even before Odasaku could fear you for the ruthless demeanor, he found a twinkle in your eyes to admire.
     
And that smile... The way you chuckled when something humored you. The way you shared conversations with him, even if they weren't about relevant things. The way that you, surprisingly, fancied books and curled your lip while you read. The way you always seemed to connect your path to his and enjoyed his company, even if both of you were a million worlds apart.
     
You were a few feet away with your back to him. Even before Odasaku could cut through the fog that shrouded the streets, your keen ears had already picked up the sound of his faint footsteps. Clothes fluttered as your arm shot up and aimed a gun at him.