philophobia | soukoku

camellia

"hey, tell me where we're going, dammit."

dazai rolled his eyes in annoyance, hopping along the outdoor railings. "sorry, would you mind not talking to me? i'm busy breathing right now." he replied sarcastically. out of all the people he could've gotten paired with, he got stuck with this pretty jackass.

"i'm going to rip your head off, you suicidal maniac." chuuya threatened, following him on the ground. "tell me where we're going!" he launched himself upwards towards the other boy, leg extended to kick him in the face.

dazai swiftly dodged the attack, leaping into the air and hopping onto the next part of the railing, unphased. he turned around to face the other. "we're going to investigate." he replied finally. chuuya turned back to him. "we're interviewing people who we're closest to the explosion."

"what explosion?" chuuya asked.

"a week ago, there was an explosion similar to the one we experienced." dazai answered him. "it happened nearby. the previous boss wasn't sighted there, but the cause is likely the same as what we're investigating." he turned to look over at chuuya. "we're going to talk to a survivor of the explosion."

chuuya's gaze turned dark. "a survivor? you mean there were casualties?" he asked, tensing.

"yeah." dazai responded deadpan, locking eyes with the other boy. "a handful of the port mafia members you so despise."

chuuya didn't answer, leaving dazai's gaze to look ahead.

"the survivor is gifted." dazai went on, turning to look forward. "you've already met this person." before he could continue, he noticed flames and smoke ahead. not good. "oh dear. the culprit must've gotten to them already." he fretted, even though there was not a single bit of emotion in his voice.

"quit yapping and move." chuuya shut the other boy up, running ahead without hesitation. dazai watched him leave, letting out a heavy sigh and soon following after him along the railings.

the two kept running until they stopped in the courtyard. "i don't think we're going to get an interview here." chuuya said, looking around at the destruction ahead. yeah, no shit.

suddenly, the cocking of a gun was heard behind them.

oh, for fucks sake.

"raise your arms and face this way." a commanding voice said behind them. the two teenagers turned to the direction of the voice, seeing what looked like a gss member, aiming a gun at them.

"check this out." chuuya said to dazai. "our dinner just came to us. i didn't feel like doing an interview anyway." he cocked his head back in a taunting way. dazai could hear a faint cracking sound from his neck as he did. "it's simpler to beat the guy behind the cover-up and make him talk." the redhead grinned.

was this guy for real?

well he's obviously not all talk. dazai knew that already.

"stand back." chuuya said to his partner, his lips curled into a smirk. "i'm going to beat the shit out of him."

dazai stared at him, unamused. he inhaled slowly and let out a long sigh. if only he could just strangle the redhead himself. then he could stop confusing him.

"i thought they'd called in backup, but you're just two kids." the gss member sneered. "is the port mafia short-staffed? or is that man, randou, not very popular?"

"randou?" chuuya echoed in confusion.

"that's the name of the man we're about to go talk to." dazai explained to him. "the person that was restraining you using his special ability."