philophobia | soukoku

bellflower

dazai carefully opened the door to mori's office, caressing his newly broken arm close to his chest with his sling. now he was with great injury, thanks to that pretty punk from yesterday.

speaking of, there the redhead was. right in front of him, restrained.

he wasn't going to lie, it was a little amusing.

"hey, dazai-kun." mori greeted him. "i've been waiting for you." 

the fifteen year old didn't respond, walking past chuuya, who was being held captive by port mafia member randou's ability. yellow boxes of energy were secured around his hands and feet as he was seated in a chair. 

chuuya turned his head to the young executive. "you! you're that suicidal kid from yesterday!" he shouted.

"yeah, yeah, i'm glad you're as full of energy as ever." dazai rolled his eyes, turning around to face the other boy. "i'm injured pretty badly over here, as you can see." he raised the casted arm that rest in the sling. man, this kid was annoying as hell.

"you two seem to have hit it off, having known each other for just a day." mori chuckled lightly. 

"what?!" dazai turned to his boss, wide eyed, the tiniest blush creeping onto his face. was he crazy? he hated this kid's guts. even if he was pretty. you can hate someone while thinking they're pretty, it cancels out because of pemdas. boom, he cracked the system.

mori ignored the boy's protests. "now, i'd like to chat with you about what happened yesterday. would you please release him, randou-kun?" he asked the mafia member. 

"i can't recommend that, boss." the bundled up man warned. "this boy is dangerous."

"i have measures in place." mori responded. "now randou-kun, you look colder than usual. are you alright?"

"i'm embarrassed to admit that i'm freezing and could die any minute." randou replied, a bit of worry in his voice. 

chuuya lifted his head to see the man behind him. "cold? dressed like that?" he asked. he had a point. randou was dressed as if he walked through a blizzard to get there.

"you may step down." mori excused the man. 

randou dropped his hands to his sides, the yellow force-fields fading away. "thank you, sir." he said, bowing respectfully. "pardon me." he stood up straight, and exited the room. 

chuuya turned back to the other two. "how could he be cold at this time of the year?" he asked, brushing off his jacket. "he's probably just chickening out." god, can't this guy just mind his own business for once?

"believe it or not, he's a secondary executive and an excellent ability user." mori raised his eyebrows highly. 

"i don't care." chuuya crossed his legs and put his hands back in his pockets. "not interested."

dazai rolled his eyes. "mori-san, why don't you get to business already?" he scoffed. chuuya wasn't worth the time to bicker. well, maybe he was. 

you know, dazai's having a crisis and feeling some mixed emotions right now.

"oh, you're right." mori said. "chuuya-kun, are you interested in affiliating with the port mafia?" the boss offered, a smile on his face. 

"huh?"

this definitely wasn't the right thing to say, as a red glow radiated from the shorter boy and the ground spun beneath him, then crumbling into a crater. the chair beneath him broke as well.

"i suppose that's the reaction i should've expected." mori didn't seem phased by the sudden outburst. "still, our goals are aligned somewhat. you could decided after we evaluate what we can offer each other."