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Monday 10:23 am
Armed Detective Agency
Quiet.
It was quiet.
This could only mean two things, something horrible was bound to come or … Dazai was late to work yet again. Unfortunately for the unassuming workers of the detective agency ( - Ranpo obviously), it was both and not in the way you would expect.
Monday 11:06 am
Yokohama Bay Quarter
Chuuya was just trying to finish this weeks shopping trip, a task that would usually only take up 1-2 hours max if he was efficient ( and Chuuya was very efficient ) but, much to his dismay, his stupid mackerel of a partner could not seem to be able to possibly leave him alone, even for a few minutes, and so that's how he found himself in this mess: Shopping bags tangled on his arms as he is unable to will anything to float, his normally spectacular outfit just slightly shifted to the left making it rather uncomfortable to wear and his muscles aching after hauling around 3 bags of some of the finest food in Yokohama, another bag full of small things he needed and what seemed like thousands of rolls of bandages, as well as the bandaged bastard himself - who was now refusing to let go of the petit mafia boss. Everything seemed pretty normal for the most formidable couple in the whole of Yokohama, their usually bickering that was filled with colourful insults and disgustingly fond looks that seemed reminiscent of a time when everything was much lighter -softer- for the pair. It was almost wholesome if you didn't think about the tiny details of one of them being the former Demon Prodigy, youngest executive in Mafia history, one of the most dangerous men to set foot in Yokohama and the other one being the Boss of the Port Mafia, infamous gravity manipulator, vessel of Arahabaki, the strongest ability user in all of Yokohama.
They were just walking down the street when it happened, almost too carried away in their own little world of feelings for one another to notice the two very familiar figures that quickly began to approach them. They seemed… concerned? or maybe... worried? They looked as if they knew something was very incorrect with how they lived their day to day lives but it didn't really matter to the two anyway, they just wanted to go home and enjoy a nice day of content with each other cuddling in a fluffy warm bed while catching up on some well deserved sleep (they both can never seem to get any without the other there with them). Suddenly, a hand grasped onto Dazai's shoulder and yanked him back from his partners short frame, making him quite cross at the previously unknown and extremely unwelcome guests, who just so happened to be his very hot headed WORK Partner Kunikida and his new adorable protégé Atsushi Nakajima. Out of all the combinations of people who could have stumbled upon them, it just had to be them. Its not like he didn't like them, no quite the opposite he sometimes even enjoyed their company but right now it was him and his chibi's time. A time where he only wanted Chuuya to see him and to be able to hold him. Now they were intruding in a place they didn't truly belong in and Dazai new he was bound to get an earful of colourful insults directed at him in just a few moments.
so what does he do? Why distract them of course!
" Hiiiya~~ Kuni~ki~da~kun what you doing here?” He asked acting confused and as if they had not just seen him draped over the shoulders of the boss of the enemy organisation
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE WITH HIM!” His colleague whisper-shouts in his ear.
feigning ignorance, Dazai decides, is the best tactic here.
“What do you mean..? Here with who? Are you on about my loyal doggie here, if so don’t be so worried about him!” A sly grin forms on his face as a punch lands on his upper arm, "OWWW~" The dramatic groan which was obviously fake seemed to, somehow, convince his colleagues that he was in immediate danger. Luckily before they did anything stupid ,Chuuya retorted with another small jab this time to the ribs of the bandaged man standing next to him.
" I'm not short asshole, you are just an unnaturally tall bastard."
The two unaware detectives paused at this seemingly harmless jab at someone who was supposed to be considered an enemy.
What... was happening?
" um Excuse me, but what is happening here and Dazai," the tall man with glasses throwing a glare at the man he wished he could scold, " Why are you meeting with our ENEMY!"
Chuuya could feel every head in a 5 mile radius swivel towards the sound of the unusual disruption (something he really did not want to happen right now). ugh, why was he so noisy? Annoying bastard, Chuuya rolled his eyes clearly already done with this conversation and wishing for it to end even though he new better than to expect this confrontation to end swiftly. Dazai smiled, it was only slightly uncanny, he seemed deep in thought about the answer to his co-workers question.
" I just dropped by to annoy the Chibi Eh~." He didn't elaborate any further and this only seemed to frustrate the idealist even more so, with no other option he could think of, he demanded that they go back to the agency and have a meeting with the others immediately. Which, of course, infuriated the sleep deprived couple but they willingly agreed as to not cause to much more of a scene out in public as everyone had started to stare at them as soon as the idealist began to shout at the bandaged man and the Port Mafia Boss would like to discuss the looming matter somewhere more private and away from strangers that did not yet know who he was. Even if it was going to be hell to try and explain what is happening to the strict minded co-workers of the bandaged mackerel. During everything that had happened, somehow no-one seemed to realise that Atsushi had frozen, his jaw wide open and his face full of disbelief unable to fully grasp the concept of his mentor being so friendly with the BOSS of the ENEMY.