Atsushi's Little Sister

Chapter 10: Rashoumon and the Tiger

Kunikida's POV

"Don't die, brat, Narumi!" I Grumbled as I speed through the water on the Agency's boat, chasing the boat that the two were trapped on.

Dazai's POV

Chuuya threw off his coat and charged me. I stayed silent and easily dodged three punches, jumping backward. I caught his right arm the fourth time and punched him in the gut.

"You call that a punch?!" He asked me, smirking. He then spun his leg, kicking me full force in the stomach, sending me flying back. I grunted harshly as I crashed against the wall, falling forward. "It doesn't even count as a massage. Your martial arts skills are below average for the Port Mafia. Your ability to neutralize gifts is a nuisance, but I don't even need to use mine at this point. Get up. The party's just getting started." I smirked from the ground; head still lowered.

"You're not the Port Mafia's top martial artist for nothing," I said. "Whoops," I said, swinging my legs to the ground, forcing me to get up to a crouch. I stretched my arms quickly while on the ground. "I thought my blocking arm'd get torn off." I got up and put my hands in my pockets. "We've known each other for a long time. I'm totally familiar with your moves, pacing, and habits. I wouldn't have been a proper partner otherwise, right?" Chuuya then ran at me, like a blur.

'He's fast!" I thought in surprise.

"Then I bet you saw this coming to!" He yelled as he flew towards me, throwing a punch, hitting me right in the side of the face. "This is how you throw a punch!" He hit me square in the stomach, making me grunt and spit flew from the back of my throat as I coughed from the punch. He then slammed his hand against my neck, pinning me to the wall. "You thought you could beat me just because you can predict my moves?" He pulled out a knife from his back pocket and held the tip right to my throat, gripping my throat tighter, making me grunt as it starting to cut off my airways. "Tell me before you die. Why'd you let yourself get caught? What were you waiting for here?" I stayed silent as I simply looked at him. "Heh, the silent treatment? Fine. I'll just have more fun torturing you."

"The main reason..." I started. "Is Atsushi-kun and Narumi-chan." His eyes narrowed at me.

"Atsushi and Narumi?" he asked.

"The weretiger and copycat you're all obsessed with," I told him. "I wanted to know who put the seven-billion-yen price tags on their heads."

"You wanted to know badly enough to put your life on the line?" he asked me. "I'd like to say that's heartwarming... but look where you ended up. Guess even geniuses end up less than average, eh, youngest executive in the mafia's history? Well, you've been deserted by lady luck. After all, you got caught the very day I got back from suppressing squabbles in the West. From my perspective, it was a stroke of luck." I smirked, making a curt, airily laugh. "What's so funny?" He asked me annoyed.

"Let me tell you something that's good to know," I told him. "There will be a meeting between the top five executives tomorrow."

"Impossible," Chuuya said, surprised. He lowered his knife from my throat but didn't let go. I had my hands in my pockets again, pretty relaxed. "That's a meeting of critical importance that only occurs once every several years, to determine what direction to take as an organization. If there was going to be one, I would've been notified."

"The reason it's happening is a certain letter I sent the other day to the upper echelons of the organization," I told him. "So, I'm going to predict this now." I lowered my head and looked right at him. "You're not going to kill me. Moreover, you'll tell me where to find information on who's paying the weretiger and copycat/werewolf bounty before leaving this room. And when you leave, you'll walk and talk like a little rich girl."