It usually wasn't this quiet in the headquarters of the Port Mafia. Not when Dazai Osamu, the former demon prodigy, is inside. However, it was so silent that he could potentially hear a pin drop.
The boss of the Port Mafia had called him, explaining that there was an urgent matter and it couldn't be solved without the brunette detective. The only reason he was here was because Mori had abruptly ended the call before explaining the details of the apparent emergency. And Dazai Osamu is not one to ignore his curiosity.
He faces the door of his former boss's office, and because he carries no respect for the man - he simply opens the door. A little part of him is satisfied with the twitch of Mori's brow when he walks in unannounced. But, Mori's subtle exasperation was squashed away when his face firmly sets into an agitated frown. The kind of frown that showed that was something terribly wrong.
It shows Dazai the severity of the situation. Usually, the boss is confident that he has everything in control. But now? Mori Ougai is so agitated that the brunette thinks that he's going to tip over and on the ground.
"Well?" Dazai prompted, his brown eyes showing that he has no patience for any games and that he was only here to serve his curiosity. Nothing less, nothing more.
Only...
"Nakahara Chuuya has gone missing," The scarlet eyed man says firmly, gloved hands tightly intertwined and full of tension, "He was on a mission in England. The mission was only supposed to last a month, it has been two months and there have been no sign of him. Not even the best trackers that we have can find him or figure out where he went."
Well, that was a turn of events.
Events that Dazai was not prepared for.
Speaking of, he hasn't seen the hatrack in three months. The last time he saw him was at a jazz club; speaking with a man that Dazai could not recognize.
"Why was he in England in the first place?" The brunette asks, confused because he hasn't heard of anything distraught happening in England. Not from his informant, anyway.
Mori's lips thinned, clearly not impressed with something.
Was that guilt in those cold-blooded red eyes?
A tense sigh,
and then,
"He followed Fyodor Dostoevsky."
When he hears those words,
his
blood
ran
cold.
YOU ARE READING
forget who i am today. + soukoku, fyoya
Romantikchuuya has gone missing. fyodor is presumably the culprit. however, time is ticking and god is unforgiving - will dazai make it in time to find and bring chuuya back? (slow updates) can also be found on AO3 under the same title by chuuhuahua29!
