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straymackerel · 4 years ago

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Hello! Can I request #12 from the event prompt with Akutagawa? Congrats btw! 😊

akutagawa + zhaghzhagh || ژاقژاق (persian, n.) the uncontrollable chattering of teeth, due to rage or cold.

➽─{yayayay more akutagawa! i had an ✨awakening✨ after my last event ask for him teehee}─❥

Upon your assignment to the guerilla attack force, your friends in the Port Mafia gave you their solemn condolences. “Good luck,” they told you, smiles dropping as they heard the news. Their voices danced the line between nervous and sympathetic, too afraid to fully commit to either. Neither cautionary tales nor measures of advice were offered up; each and every one of you were already familiar with many a horror story of Akutagawa’s brutality. And for a mere rookie to join the fray? People ranked as low as yourselves had much to fear about the upper echelons. Your very promotion itself was counterintuitive, alarm-raising.

Naturally, your friends were quick to write you─the only one of the group who dared to rise the ranks─off and out of mind. Rumor has it they placed bets the same day you were put under the direct command of Akutagawa Ryunosuke. Rumor has it they were betting on how long you’d stay alive.

You were skeptical, as anyone who aspired to climb that high should be. You dismissed your colleagues’ concerns with a wave of a hand and a shake of the head, certain your fate was not a gruesome nor sealed one. More harrowing than the rumors of the Silent Rabid Dog were those concerning the very apex of the Mafia, the ringleader himself; surely, a man as merciless as Mori Ogai would never let such fabled recklessness run a command unit.

You were half right... and half wrong.

Akutagawa really was a loose cannon, as you soon found out. Though his fervent goal was to advance the Mafia, he often acted of his own accord, taking drastic measures to achieve his ends. His actions were fueled by both anger and irrational jealousy to boot, a most precarious combination in practice. You often felt as if you walked a tightrope around him, as if one wrong move might send you plummeting to the ground head first.

Akutagawa's homicidal tendencies were apparent as ever as he loomed over the lifeless corpse of a double agent one frosty morning. On the very outskirts of Yokohama, you stood in silence as he kicked the motionless figure, pushing it over with his foot. A frozen face of horror came to face the sky, vacant eyes staring into the gray bleakness of winter. Akutagawa’s disappointment was nearly tangible as the both of you confirmed what you hoped was not the case: this person is not our main target.

Shivering, you turned away from the body as it leaked the crimson essence of life, tainting the brilliant blanket of snow that dusted the ground. The crystals of ice bloomed a deadly hue at your feet, shades of red sweeping the floor. Akutagawa scoffed when his communicator went off, adjusting his cravat as the operator asked for a report.

“The target is heading north. The sole accomplice we stopped has nothing of value on them,” he replied, tone cold and detached. But you knew better than most that the look on his face was one of barely contained rage; you could feel his eyes boring holes into you, even with your back turned to him.

“Yes. No. I see,” he continued. Shifting under your thin jacket, you braced yourself for nearly certain chastisement. You tuned out the conversation, unable to keep listening. Your stance only wavered in its chill-induced tremble.

This job was supposed to be a short one, hence the appointment of only two Mafia members; you planned to be in and out instead of wandering the cold for hours. The enemy turned the tables on you, leading both you and Akutagawa on a wild goose chase, one you were unable to keep up with. You most definitely slowed down your commander like a dead weight chained to his legs, and you were undoubtedly certain he despised you for it. You knotted your fingers, tips icy cold and red. Worse than punishing you immediately, he seethed in undirected annoyance.

“Tch, they put us on standby,” Akutagawa said, shoving the communications device into his pocket. “After all the trouble we went through today.” You stiffened at the prospect of the two of you alone and without witness; if he really wanted to, he could have laid you to waste right then and there. Against your better judgment, not a single word of apology slipped through your lips. The stillness was deafening. It absolutely irked him.

“Hey, did you even hear me?” he asked incredulously, the crunching of snow behind you growing closer and closer. You flinched when he placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, whipping you around. “What’s the matter with you?”

Hands clenched, you withered under Akutagawa’s gaze, squeezing your eyes shut. You may have even prayed for an instant death. Your teeth chattered, clattering against themselves with each gust of wind that flew into you, quaking under pressure and frigidity. Even without your sight you felt the formless shroud of Rashomon surround you, poised to slice through your arms and legs. Its menacing presence grazed your sides as if eager to take a bite.

“I can’t have you blanking out on me first thing in the morning,” he said, voice ragged and husky. “Seriously, what’s your deal?” You felt the monster he called an overcoat rest atop of you, no longer scraping the surface. Only after a beat and a half did you dare to open your eyes a crack, curious of the way in which you might lose your life. When your eyes fluttered open, you went into shock.

Rashomon had itself wrapped around you, tightening around your torso as it was fashioned into the vague suggestion of another coat. You tried to blink it off, wondering if it was just your imagination. But the fabric laid against you like a blanket, and it was softer than you’d ever imagined the beast-like ability. You blinked at Akutagawa’s question, unsure of exactly how to answer.

“I–didn’t I mess everything up?” Your superior sighed at your response, easing back. Swaddling you in warmth, Rashomon finally settled in place on your shaking form.

“You really weren’t paying attention, were you?” he asked, frown deepening. You nodded slowly, tugging at the black fabric. “Jeez, what a piece of work,” he said. “Listen closely this time, okay? The guys over at headquarters ordered us to follow a group of decoys. Our real target was going the opposite way the entire time,” he explained, pausing to suppress a cough. “We were duped. And so was HQ.” The words took a moment to process in your mind. When they did, you nearly keeled over.

“Oh, thank god,” you breathed, having held your breath for much too long. You sighed your relief, your three words holding still in the air. Slackening, your body almost collapsed from how tensely you held yourself.

“Well, don’t sound so relieved about it,” he said, breaking the quietude. “Might I remind you of your performance today?” You clung to Rashomon even tighter, shame returning to mind. Having chosen the wrong time to celebrate, you knocked your feet together, straightening your posture once more.

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” The two of you listened to the birds awaken from their slumber, chirping away as they celebrated the highly anticipated sunrise. As Akutagawa’s ability returned to you every last bit of heat that you lost, you thought to add one more thing.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Our enemies were well prepared this time,” Akutagawa said, pretending not to hear the last part you threw in. “The information we were fed led to severe understaffing, so even if our fugitive was among that group, nothing that happened was your fault alone.” Akutagawa turned to you, nodding his approval. “But if I see you running out of breath like that again─”

You nodded fervently, embarrassed. For a moment you felt Rashomon flicker, as if it was uncomfortable with being used in this way. Its startle even came close to tickling you. Akutagawa bristled at this realization, restraining himself from returning Rashomon to its proper place. You thought you heard his voice waver as he said:

“Also, do me a favor and wear more next time.”

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spring-days-at-dusk · 4 years ago

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Beast Translation Update!

Hey! Me again. Something’s come up so my typesetter won’t be free until the 22nd of December. I’m sorry for the delay and would like to thank everyone for your patience. In the meantime, under the cut are chapter summaries I wrote for those that really want to find out what happened! Sorry they’re pretty long for summaries since I suck at being concise, hope you enjoy!

Beast Chapter 8 Summary [Title: The Beast Called Myself]

Oda asked Akutagawa to babysit the kids he looks after for three days while Oda is away on a business trip. Akutagawa is very upset at this, even more so when Oda refers to him as the eldest of the kids he looks after.

On the first day of babysitting, Akutagawa uses his ability to play with the kids. The second day, he visits Sakura’s class and helps motivate her to answer the teacher’s question.

On the third day, Kousuke cooks a meal for Akutagawa and asks him to give him combat training. Kousuke explains that he wants to get stronger to join the detective agency like Oda, who he says is like an older brother to him. He pulls out a gun that he bought himself and Akutagawa is surprised that a criminal would sell a gun to a child.

The combat training begins and Akutagawa is very clearly winning the fight. Akutagawa then puts a gun up to his own head but Rashomon blocks all the bullets. He says that he hates guns, explaining that they cause people to grow ignorant, which he says is the reason his friends were killed. He uses his ability to destroy the gun and tells Kousuke that if he ever steps foot in front of Akutagawa with a gun again, he’ll kill him.

Oda returns from his business trip and apologizes for ‘leaving the dirty work’ to Akutagawa (i.e. fighting Kosuke), since Oda says that if he were to fight Kosuke, it would only ‘fuel his admiration’. Akutagawa says that Kosuke isn’t cut out for fighting and would be better off becoming a chef. He says that Kosuke is too willing to sacrifice himself for his younger siblings to survive in a heartless world. Oda then gives Akutagawa some of his wisdom, telling him not to chase ‘the beast of yourself’.

Akutagawa asks if this was all set up just for Oda to try to convince him to control himself when fighting ‘the man in black’. Oda denies that though. Akutagawa finished the conversation by saying he was wrong about Kosuke. Oda responds with ‘I hope so’.

Back in the cafe under the ADA, Akutagawa calls Kunikida to try to get out of doing any paperwork when the door swings open and Atsushi enters.

Beast Chapter 9 Summary [Title: Encounter, Part 1]

Atsushi tells Akutagawa that he was asked to deliver a letter to the president of the ADA. However, he got lost on the way and it started raining so he had to take shelter in the cafe. To Atsushi’s relief, Akutagawa tells him that the ADA is on the fourth floor of the building they are in.

Atsushi puts three sugar cubes into his coffee and says that his coworkers always tell him it’s too much. He says he can’t help it due to the place he grew up. ‘An orphanage’ says Akutagawa. Atsushi asks how he knew that. Akutagawa explains that he grew up in a similar environment. Atsushi seems distraught as he says that the natural instinct to use a lot of sugar is probably something that he’ll have for the rest of his life. Much to Atsushi’s surprise, Akutagawa replies by saying he uses four cubes of sugar in his tea.

Atsushi asks if Akutagawa knows about how everyone was always fighting to get their hands on pencils and notebooks. Akutagawa says ‘of course’. He then asks if Atsushi knows about chocolate bars. Atsushi responds with “Of course, it’s a type of currency, isn’t it? There’s relatively a lot, but everyone always wants it, so its value remains constant. Therefore it naturally became used as currency.”

Akutagawa says that at one point, for a while he ate nothing but chocolate bars and then collapsed due to malnutrition. Atsushi bursts out laughing at this.

Atsushi tells him that this is the first time he talked about this. He then asks Akutagawa to deliver the letter for him and asks what his name is. They exchange names.

Akutagawa then asks who sent the letter and Atsushi says it’ll be clear who sent it when the letter is opened. Akutagawa says to be safe, he has to check what’s in the letter in case it’s something dangerous.

Inside the letter, Akutagawa finds a photo of Gin. He asks Atsushi if he knows the person in the photo, Atsushi says he does but is confused as to why the boss put a photo of her in the letter. Akutagawa’s rage is building as he asks Atsushi to tell him where Gin is. Atsushi says he can’t tell Akutagawa where she is, since there is a rule in his organization stating that if you ever find someone searching for Gin, you must kill them. Akutagawa then announces that Gin is his little sister. Atsushi doesn’t believe him, saying she doesn’t have any family. The two begin fighting. They’re pretty evenly matched and eventually Atsushi decides to leave. He says he has to report this to his boss and ask him why there was a photo of Gin in the letter.

Akutagawa tries to stop him from leaving but some mysterious attack renders him unconscious.

Beast Chapter 9.5 (Title: Encounter, Part 2)

Akutagawa thinks about his past, when Dazai told him that he would keep his sister until he figured out what his weakness is. The words of Oda also echo in his mind: “Don’t chase the beast of yourself.” He also tells Akutagawa that he ‘will surely be given a chance for redemption’.

Akutagawa then wakes up and notices his wound is gone. Yosano tells him to follow her and the two head to a room with some of the other ADA members and a projector.

A video is played on the projector of a meeting between Chief Taneda and Dazai Osamu. Kunikida says that Ranpo found out that this video was taken by the government and Tanizaki then says that Oda snuck in and got the video, saying the dangerous mission took Ranpo and Oda three days. Kunikida explains the science behind how the video was secretly obtained using luminous flux waves.

Kunikida then plays the video, in which Chief Taneda says that he heard that Dazai assassinated Mori, Dazai responds with “That’s quite the troublesome information network you have”.

Akutagawa says that he recognized Dazai to be ‘the man in black’. He asks Kunikida to tell him where Dazai is. Kunikida says that he’s on the top floor of the Port Mafia headquarters but explains to Akutagawa that getting to him is impossible. He tells Akutagawa that if he goes, he’ll die. Akutagawa says that it doesn’t matter. He tells Kunikida about the photo of Gin in the letter Atsushi gave him. He says that since Atsushi is reporting to Dazai that Akutagawa is looking for Gin, then Dazai will know he’s coming, causing him to reinforce security and disappear. Alternatively, Akutagawa thinks Dazai might threaten to kill Gin. Tanizaki tells Akutagawa to wait, saying if he goes alone he’ll be killed. Akutagawa shoves him and leaves anyway.

A group of armed men spot Akutagawa approaching and are ordered to kill him.

Beast Chapter 10 (Title: Scheme)

Akutagawa begins infiltrating the port mafia headquarters. He remembers his first meeting with Dazai, who called him ‘an unintelligent, dangerous animal’ and he thinks about his friends calling out to him for help. He demands to be told where Dazai is. Kyouka then makes an appearance. Akutagawa tells her to get out of the way and that even if she’s a little girl, he’ll kill her if needed. Kyouka says no matter what she’ll silence Akutagawa to protect ‘that person’ (Atsushi).

Dazai asks if Atsushi knows who the intruder is, he tells him about their encounter in the cafe. Atsushi requests permission to ask Dazai a question. He asks if it is true that Akutagawa is Gin’s older brother. Dazai says it is true. Atsushi then says “You wanted the Mafia headquarters to be attacked, didn’t you?”. Dazai says he did and then begins a monologue about how the smallest things can lead to large natural disasters, implying that this is all a part of a much larger picture.

Akutagawa and Kyouka continue fighting, Kyouka talks about a time when she tried to leave the port mafia, a person was sent after her to kill her and she says that person was much stronger than Akutagawa. Akutagawa remembers when Oda told him that “when it comes to physical combat, your body’s frailty comes to light” so Akutagawa decides to ‘turn this fight into a battle of abilities’. Akutagawa seems to think he’s about to win when Atsushi comes to kyouka’s rescue. Kyouka tells atsushi that she felt if she didn’t fight Akutagawa, he’d go up against Atsushi and one of them would die. Atsushi reassures her that he won’t die, that he’ll never let her be alone in the darkness. Akutagawa remarks that “there are kind hearted murderers

huddled together in this organization of darkness”. He says the thought could move him to tears, however he did research about Kyouka and Atsushi, calling them ‘the murderer of 35 people’ and ‘the white reaper of the port mafia’. He says that “ No matter how much you grasp onto each other with your bloodied hands, you will never be able to feel one another’s warmth”. Atsushi then responds by saying “That might be true. But even if that’s the case, then you and Gin san will never be able to feel one another’s warmth either”

Thank you for reading the summaries! Hope you like them <3 Sorry they’re so wordy and once again, thank you all so much for your patience.

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rintarous · 5 years ago

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try again — a. ryuunosuke

SYNOPSIS | realizing nothing has changed between you and your ex, you thought it would be better if you two would just try again.

GENRE | ex to lovers!au, fluff, angst??

A/N | first piece for bsd omfg im shaking fr,,, takes place around dead apple time lmfao hhhhhh kyoka doesnt exist in this sooo ur ability is demon snow???? fuck i hate this so much lmfao also p.p.s this is my gif teehee ++ ty mal for beta-reading this HAHAHHA i will now [rest] after posting this cs i am: shy good day

“hurry up and go!” you hissed at atsushi who was struggling to turn off the safety on his gun while you were trying to fend off demon snow. atsushi lets out a yelp as he fumbles with his gun. before atsushi could pull the trigger, demon snow was shoved away by no one other than your ex, akutagawa ryuunosuke.

akutagawa stands up from the ground with a huff. “akutagawa!” atsushi exclaims, aiming his gun towards the boy. akutagawa clears his throat, making brief eye contact with you. you stared at him with an uneasy expression on your face. it has been awhile since you last saw the boy you once loved.

“what a pathetic weapon” akutagawa deadpans, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat. “no pea shooter is going to have an effect on her” he emphasizes the last word, her, motioning to rashomon who seemed to have a mind of its own just like demon snow. just as rashomon struts in, you felt demon snow’s presence behind you.

before anyone could attack, the weretiger has pounced on rashomon, sending it to the other side of the street. “how amusing.” akutagawa comments, “let’s see who comes out on top” an amused smile on his face watching his ability take on his proclaimed enemy’s ability.

“now isn’t the time for that!” atsushi interjects. as the two was about to start bickering in the middle of an ability battle, demon snow takes this chance to make a move on you. you easily blocked her katana with your knife just in time.

“there should be a secret passage nearby for the mafia brass!” you managed to let out. akutagawa scowls, knowing you were right. “tsk. let’s go, jinko” he calls out to atsushi as he runs towards the restaurant. atsushi looked like he was deep in thought. whether or not to follow akutagawa or help you with fighting your own ability.

“hey-” “just go! i’ll be there, i promise!” you cut him off, knowing how long he decides to make a decision. you manage to shove demon snow far back but she was quick on her feet. “all right..” atsushi then follows akutagawa.

you bought yourself some time after sending demon snow flying. you immediately run towards the restaurant that had a secret passage and swiftly maneuver around the bar, barely managing to get inside the elevator and just before demon snow could get you, the doors closed.

“phew” you huff, catching your breath. “tsk, how weak” you hear akutagawa comment. the air was thick and stuffy. it’s almost like you couldn’t breathe. it was pitch black in the box too, making the situation far more worse for you and akutagawa. you wanted to avoid him as soon as possible but with the given situation, you can’t.

“this emergency passage was built in case for a gifted attack. the fog won’t reach us here” akutagawa states. hearing his voice again sorta made your heart ache. you truly missed him being around you at all times.

“what is that fog?” atsushi asked. “dragon’s breath” you hear akutagawa reply. you focused your attention on the buttons in front of you, not wanting to hear anything. trying to clear your head and getting a hold of yourself. you’re not gonna let some stupid boy change that. your mission is how to get your ability back and that was it.

“y/n,” akutagawa calls. you felt your breath hitch hearing your name slip off his tongue like that. it felt like home to you almost. “with neither of us having abilities, you could finally kill me just like what you said that night” he says. emphasizing on the word ‘that’; reminding you of that painful night you’re sure you’ll never forget.

the night you two broke things off. the night you never thought would come in a million years.

you didn’t utter a word and continued to stare at the buttons in front of you. akutagawa tilts his head to the side “what’s wrong?” he taunts. “don’t you have a score to settle with me?” his words laced in venom but you knew better. he was testing you. he was testing if you had the guts to kill him.

atsushi scoffs, “y/n-chan doesn’t think of you anymore!” he butts in. akutagawa felt his heart drop when atsushi mentioned that. ‘have you moved on from me?’ was a question that asks himself repeatedly. his feeling of hurt instantly changed into anger. how dare this nobody speak for you.

“want to end this while we don’t have our abilities?” akutagawa challenges him. “stop right there” you interrupt the two boys, standing in between the two of them so they don’t start lashing out. you sent a look at atsushi before turning to akutagawa. “cut to the chase. do you know how to get our abilities back?”

akutagawa lets out a chuckle. ‘what was so funny?’ you thought to yourself. “that’s the first thing you say to me in months?” he then clears his throat once more, “but yeah. i know a way”

“what is it?” atsushi exclaims once more. “defeat the ability, it would come back to the owner” akutagawa shrugs. he looks at you then to atsushi, “are you that uninformed?” he rolls his eyes. you stare at his face for a bit. your heart racing as it seems like all your memories with him are crashing down on you. did you miss him this much?

“what is your plan?” atsushi’s question bringing you back to reality. “the same as ours” you respond knowing akutagawa well. akutagawa hums, “i’m going to shred shibusawa’s organs and end his life” akutagawa swears. “why? is there any other way to save yokohama?” he asks the question towards atsushi.

“we won’t kill!” atsushi declares. “that’s not what the armed detective agency does” he continued. akutagawa lets out a sarcastic laugh. “how funny.” he laughs, “you really are something, jinko”

“y/n understands what this job is all about” akutagawa suddenly looks at you. you two make eye contact and for a second there, you see his eyes soften at the sight of you. you quickly look away to hide the blush that was now forming on your cheeks. “she’s a former port mafia, after all” he sighs, remembering his golden days shared with you.

“i left the mafia to see the light of day, we talked about this already” you spoke, “i left the mafia to join the agency” you take a deep breath before looking at atsushi dead in the eye. “but the mafia killings are different from the agency’s. there’s a difference” you say.

akutagawa can’t help but smirk a little at your statement. knowing you were at his side rather than his enemy and your colleague. “y/n-chan…” atsushi stares at you in disbelief. “this wouldn’t have happened if dazai-san didn’t join the enemy side” akutagawa claims, “i’ll be the one to kill him.”

atsushi yanks out his gun and aims it at akutagawa. you don’t know what came over you but in one swift move, you jumped right in front of your ex boyfriend, shielding him from atsushi. akutagawa stares at you for a moment. ‘you still haven’t changed one bit’ he thinks to himself.

“i’m not letting you kill dazai-san!” atsushi yells. “and i’m not letting you kill him either” you snap back at atsushi. “y/n-chan.. why?” atsushi questions. from behind, akutagawa smiles and he was almost ready to hug you right there. “just.. don’t kill him. that’s my job” you dismissed.

before atsushi could say anything the elevator doors opened. akutagawa moves around you, not missing the chance to at least touch you in any shape possible. his touches still have that lingering feel to it and leaves you behind with atsushi in the elevator. “we’re not going with you” atsushi claims.

akutagawa doesn’t say anything and walks towards more into the darkness. the elevator dings, ready to close the doors when you put your hand over it and rush to akutagawa. “i’m going with him” you tell atsushi. “eh?!”

in the end atsushi tags along with you. you walked beside akutagawa with atsushi trailing behind you. “y/n-chan, why are you following him..” you hear atsushi dread . “it’s simple. he has information” you look back at atsushi, “he’s a powerful asset and we both have the same goal” you say, turning your attention to akutagawa.

akutagawa watches you from his peripheral vision before noticing the familiar cellphone dangling on your neck. “you still have that cellphone your mother gave to you?” he asked. you don’t say anything and walked faster. “mother?” you hear atsushi ask.

akutagawa stops in his tracks and faces atsushi, “you haven’t even been told about that?” rolling his eyes, akutagawa turns his attention back to you. “oy, wait for me” he calls to you, picking up his pace to walk next to you. atsushi can only stare at the two of you with a million thoughts running in his head.

“what was the shortest route again?” you ask akutagawa beside you. “0505” he answers back. you hummed and continued to walk beside him. “i see you still haven’t changed” akutagawa starts, “i figured you would be an entirely different person by now” he shrugs. you bit your lip, not knowing how to respond. “you’re still the same y/n i know” you hear him utter under his breath.

“that’s cause i still have unfinished business with you” you blurt out. unable to hide the truth anymore. you wanted him back more than ever and meeting him again just proves it.

akutagawa shuffles closer to you and grabs your hand. “when this fiasco is over, how about we try again?” he proposes quietly. only loud enough for you to hear. you squeezed his hand, a tiny gesture that means a thousand words and makes his heart race over and over again.

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scriveyner · 5 years ago

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(pokes microphone)

Is this thing on?

So, uh. I have this thing where I usually write a (smutty) fic on Superbowl Sunday for whatever reason, and I’ve gone radio silent for like, lets’s see (counts on fingers) three months? Four months?

Anyway have ~2k of smutty AtsuAku fic that hasn’t seen a beta because ... just because.

Atsushi couldn’t sleep.

He thunked his head back against the shipping crate and stared across the dim hold. They’d been in here for hours, would be hours more before the ship arrived at its destination. No one knew where they were, and he’d swan dived into the ocean, killing his third phone in three months. Kunikida was going to have a coronary if he expensed another mobile, but hey, he probably wouldn’t have so much cellular phone carnage on his hands if a certain someone didn’t keep sending him into these things with no fucking clue what was going on.

Somewhere, he really hoped Dazai just had a sneezing fit.

It was dark in the hold. Not so dark that he couldn’t see across it, and the tiger seemed to help him just a little with his night vision. It was bright scorching day out when he’d jumped down here, battered and bleeding with Akutagawa flung over his shoulder and his left arm tucked across his chest, shattered in two places. They weren’t pursued, though Atsushi wasn’t certain if that was by luck, or if they had been herded into a cage.

“How’s your arm?”

Akutagawa’s voice was coarse and scratchy, and sounded so, so loud in the empty hold. Atsushi started, and looked over at the dark lump that was Akutagawa, curled on his side with his back toward Atsushi, almost completely cloaked in shadow.

Atsushi flexed his left hand, the arm still tucked against his chest. It had healed fully an hour ago – the tiger, again; but still felt weak and sensitive. “It’s fine,” he said, a little surprised that Akutagawa’s first words in hours were in concern, for him.

Though, he was probably already thinking about fighting his way out of this, and he would need Atsushi in peak form. Atsushi closed his eyes for a moment, breathing out an amused noise at the thought that Akutagawa was actually concerned for his welfare. Maybe he’d been struck in the head.

“How’s your shoulder?” Atsushi asked, and Akutagawa rolled a little, arm snaking out so that his hand could cover his shoulder. Back still to Atsushi, Akutagawa didn’t properly answer, just grunted. “I don’t know where we are,” he said, idly. “My phone got fried when I got tossed in the water, and yours was out of juice by the time we got down here.”

Akutagawa sat up abruptly. “You touched my phone?”

Atsushi eyed him. “It was dead, I didn’t see anything. Besides, what are you going to have on there that I haven’t already seen, pictures of Dazai’s butt? No, wait.” Ugh, the incident. “Never mind.”

Akutagawa didn’t even blink at that, fishing around in his jacket until his hand emerged with the powered-down cell phone that Atsushi had carefully replaced. “Do not,” Akutagawa said, poison oozing from every syllable, “touch my phone again with any appendage you intend to keep.”

Well, now he was curious. “Why not?” he said. “You have nudes on there, or something?”

Rashomon rustled in the dark, curling around Akutagawa but not quite on the offensive, just yet. “Don’t be uncouth. And the contents of my phone are none of your concern.”

“We’ve got untold number of hours to kill,” Atsushi said. He heard Rashomon start to form blades, and said, firmly, “don’t.”

“Do not presume to issue orders to me, weretiger.”

“What, are you going to go up there and slaughter the entire crew? And then what? You know how to drive a cargo ship, because I sure don’t.” Rashomon’s blades retreated, for the moment, though the coat still seemed loose at its edges, and didn’t drop the tendrils. “Yeah, thanks for that,” Atsushi knocked his head back again. “I really didn’t want to fight you to protect them, because I’m worn out enough as it is.”

They sat in silence for a long moment, so long that Atsushi wondered if Akutagawa went back to sleep, albeit sitting upright. He wasn’t going to ask, though it came as a shock when Akutagawa spoke again. “I do not understand you, weretiger.”

“Well that makes two of us.”

More silence, but then Akutagawa shifted his weight, moved himself in closer. Atsushi didn’t pull away, weirdly he liked it better when Akutagawa stayed close – granted it was easier for the man to put a knife between his ribs this way (or a tendril of Rashomon) but they had gained an uneasy partnership so maybe, maybe Atsushi let his guard down, just a little.

After all, Akutagawa did the same for him.

Atsushi put his head back again and closed his eyes, contemplating sleep, when Akutagawa’s small hand pressed into his thigh. He opened both eyes in a hurry, and Akutagawa looked up at him, one barely-there brow raised. “What,” Atsushi said, and his voice, humiliatingly, broke. He cleared he throat, swallowed, and said again, “what are you doing?”

Akutagawa’s hand. On his thigh.

“I thought even someone as ill-educated as you might understand this.” Akutagawa’s hand slid up his thigh, slipping inward, and Atsushi had nowhere to go, back up against a cargo crate; and his legs fell open on reflex. “You yourself said we had untold hours to kill.”

Atsushi swallowed.

He had said that, hadn’t he.

“This isn’t like-” This isn’t like last time, or the time before that, or even the time before that. The argument doesn’t hold water because he doesn’t bother to present it, as Akutagawa’s fingers pluck at the buckle on Atsushi’s belt, catching at the zipper on his trousers.

He didn’t want to admit he’d gone hard at the weight of Akutagawa’s hand on his thigh but there was really no denying it as small, cool fingers pulled him through a minefield of zipper teeth. Akutagawa had draped himself over Atsushi’s lap now, face entirely too close to the most sensitive part of him. Then there was tongue, tracing over and around the head, nudging at his slit, before being entirely enveloped by Akutagawa’s mouth, and Atsushi hissed his breath through his teeth and dug his fingers into the thigh Akutagawa wasn’t currently lying across.

Akutagawa didn’t like to be touched, especially not when he was doing this, and Atsushi’s head clicked back into the crate behind him as he tried his hardest not to blow his load as quickly as the last time. It was hard, because Akutagawa’s mouth was hot and wet, a furnace with an active tongue that traced the velvety skin of his cock with delicate precision.

He wasn’t going to last. Atsushi gave up on pretenses and planted his palm against Akutagawa’s forehead, shoving him back and off of his cock, the member slipping from Akutagawa’s lips with an obscene pop. Almost immediately Rashomon struck, caught Atsushi’s hand by the wrist and slammed it against the crate beside his head. “Don’t touch me,” Akutagawa said, hand to the back of his mouth delicately, as if he could hide his bruised lips from Atsushi’s tiger eyes in this dim light.

Atsushi was breathing hard, panting openly. He wet his lips, stared at Akutagawa, considered.

Akutagawa stared back, silent.

“Yeah,” Atsushi said finally. “Let’s kill some time.”

Akutagawa’s hips were so slender. Atsushi put his hands on them again, watched as Akutagawa’s body took him in like he was made for this, still amazed at the ease that they fit together. “Okay?” Atsushi asked, pushing Akutagawa’s coat up again because he wouldn’t do this without it, didn’t feel comfortable naked.

“Make it hurt,” Akutagawa said, forehead pressed to his arm, face turned away, knees spread and braced on the cold floor of the hold. Atsushi pushed his hand up, under the coat, felt Akutagawa’s skin jump, and shook his head, aware of the fact that it couldn’t be seen. Akutagawa tightened on him though, the friction intense as he thrust shallowly and felt the shudders quaking through the man beneath him.

Akutagawa didn’t need to be hurt. Not now.

But, god, it felt good to get carried away by the feeling of him. Atsushi shifted himself, rearranged Akutagawa; listened for the soft grunts of pleasure that he couldn’t help but let escape. He couldn’t express it openly, and he hated being on his back for anyway, especially Atsushi, but Atsushi could feel the way his muscles went to jelly as his strokes found their rhythm, how his breathing changed, picked up, those soft grunts pitching up into small, desperate whines. “Come on,” Atsushi grunted, leaned over him, his breath stirring the hair on the back of Akutagawa’s neck. His thrusts slipped deeper, more deliberate, Akutagawa seeming to come apart under his hands, quaking as he came, cock hanging heavy between his legs.

Atsushi wasn’t done yet though, his balls tight and hot; and he sat back suddenly, pulling Akutagawa with him, arms wrapped around his lower chest as he sat Akutagawa down on his cock entirely and listened to the gasp beat its way free from his lungs, caught in the aftershock of his orgasm.

That was what it took; Akutagawa clamping down tight on him, head tilted back against Atsushi’s shoulder, body shaking still. Atsushi bit his own lip bloody, shooting off inside Akutagawa without a condom, soaking his insides with his seed. “Fuck” Akutagawa gasped, fingers digging into Atsushi’s arms, crossed over his belly, making some kind of halfhearted gesture of getting away. “Fuck, weretiger, you weren’t supposed to, ah-” his insides contracted around Atsushi again, holding him in deep, and Akutagawa hissed again through clenched teeth, “fuck.”

Atsushi wasn’t quite sure how long they remained like that, locked together – and he barely had any memory of Akutagawa rising unsteadily off his lap, Atsushi’s half-hard cock sliding free. In fact, he didn’t recall much until he realized that Akutagawa was gently stroking his hair, his head against Akutagawa’s once-more clothed thigh.

Akutagawa seemed to recognize the moment that Atsushi came back to himself, as his hand paused, but did not withdraw. “Mm,” Atsushi said, and didn’t open his eyes. “Don’t stop.”

“Are you aware that you purr when you’re content?”

Atsushi squeezed his closed eyes shut harder. “If the thing you don’t want me to know about on your phone is a video of me purring after sex I’m going to break your phone in half.”

“Your post-coital threats are hardly intimidating.” Akutagawa resumed stroking his hair though, and Atsushi’s tension melted away again just that quickly. “Now, what to do about our predicament.”

“No slaughtering the crew,” Atsushi murmured sleepily. Akutagawa made a dismissive noise, and Atsushi said, in that same sleepy tone, “but we can shove them all in the cargo hold that stinks like sex now.”

“...an acceptable compromise.”

“After a nap,” Atsushi added with a yawn, and promptly dropped off again, head nestled safely in the lap of his occasional mortal enemy.

“After a nap,” Akutagawa repeated softly, and continued to stroke his hair.

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drabblesanddreams · 5 years ago

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Hey honey! How about “You lap is a comfy chair.” with Akutagawa? Honestly your writing is outstanding and the way you portrait the characters and AHHHH, so I would love for you to write this precious boy, thank you!

Hello! THANK YOU SO MUCH AND IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK A LONG TIME LOLOL i feel like i completely butchered his character as this is the first time i wrote him, im so sorry u deserve better :(((

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Unnecessary hurt inflicted by both partners in a relationship can wait for love that wants to be shared

TW: none

Twisting the doorknob, you pushed the door of your shared apartment open and tiredly walked in.

The exhaustion rippled throughout your body like a wave crashing against a storm. It had been a long tiring day of going back and forth on an incredibly foolish goose chase of a mission, something you’d never expect to come out of the Port Mafia.

And now, you were covered in sweat and grime. All you wanted was to take a nice warm shower to relieve the ache that was settling in between your shoulders and curl under the covers, sleeping the rest of the night away.

But more than that, you just wanted to cuddle with your boyfriend whom you haven’t seen in quite some time due to the overlapping schedules of both of your work hours.

You also haven’t seen him due to a current argument that both of you were locked in. You were honestly tired of the silent game that occurred whenever you were around each other, not to mention the not so subtle jabs that you both spat at each other. If you’re not mistaken, you still have a faint cut on your shoulder from when he came at you with Rashomon, after you pushed him a little too far with your mockery.

But you didn’t care about it anymore, you were completely over the feud that innocently started from his stubbornness and your resilience over his health.

So, taking a deep breath, you shut the door behind you and threw your belongings on the couch of the adjoining room.

“Aku?” you hesitantly called out, waiting for signs of life that were to be expected from this shared apartment. Even if the both of you were squabbling, if you called out to him, he’d always respond in his own way.

When you were met with silence, you knew he currently out, most likely on a mission. Otherwise, you would have heard his never-ending cough that always seemed to take years off your life every time you heard it.

You pouted slightly, knowing that his absence meant that you’d have to wait to try and fix whatever was going on between the both of you. For now, you were going to shower and make yourself at least somewhat presentable.

You made your way to the bathroom and shut the door behind you. You stripped yourself down as you examined yourself in the mirror. Turning this way and that, you made a face at the new array of bruises and cuts that decorated your body.

There wasn’t much you could do about them, so you turned your face away from the mirror and the damaged expression that was shown back to you. Twisting the dial of the shower on, you got in but not before testing the temperature of the water.

You moaned slightly, relishing the way the hot water seemed to soothe the aches in your back. You didn’t let yourself savour the feeling for long and instead got to washing yourself.

You washed your hair and scrubbed the dirt that slightly caked your body, watching as the water beneath your feet turn slightly dirty.

Suddenly, you heard the slam of a door being shut and you grinned to yourself, knowing that your boyfriend had finally arrived. You turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, making rapid work of dressing yourself.

Hopping slightly as you pulled up your sweatpants, you wondered to yourself what you were going to say to him exactly to fix this rift.

Twisting the doorknob open, you swiftly exited the bathroom and made your way to the living area where the unmistakable figure of Akutagawa stood.

He looked just as he always did, with his long, black coat and choppy black hair. The sight was home to you, and you welcomed it with open arms.

Turning towards the sound of that your footsteps made, Akutagawa blinked blankly at your expression.

“Why is your face doing that?” he asked bluntly as he shrugged his coat off his body, carelessly tossing it over the arm of the couch.

You gaped at his rudeness before pouting at him. You had no idea how to shake off his cold behavior until he sat on the couch, sighing as he slung his arm over the couch. He stared at you, clearly expecting an answer.

“What, I can’t greet my boyfriend when he comes home?” you scoffed, a familiar rush of anger filling you as he narrowed his eyes at you.

He glared at you for a moment before opening his mouth.

“You're being remarkably inappropriate as of late,” he sniffed, turning his nose upwards, “I suggest you return back to the Port Mafia and seek out another mission and leave me be.”

A thousand things rang in your head, all which were responses that would undoubtedly provoke him and unleash his anger unnecessarily. But you reminded yourself, this was not what you wanted to accomplish.

So instead, you make your way over to him and seat yourself on his lap. Wrapping your arms around him, you pull him close and let your anger flush away. Instead, you let your heart swell with affection towards the sickly young man, warmth filling you as looked at him adoringly.

He seemed to falter in his speech at the look adorned on your face, “W-what are you doing?” he asked, his cheeks gaining a rosy tint.

You smirked at how easily you were able to unnerve his composure. You twirl a strand of his black-white hair, looking at the hair caught between your fingers before looking up at him through your lashes fondly.

“Your lap is a comfy chair.” You simply say with a teasing smile.

You feel the nerves in his back ease as you continue to play with his hair.

It seemed that you were not the only one burnt out today.

You feel his eyes burn into your face, but you ignore it and instead opt to busy yourself with his hair. He is most likely turning over the options in his head currently, whether to continue your bickering or to return your affections.

Your unsaid question is answered when he pulls you closer to him, nuzzling his face that is cutely red into your own.

Its when he tilts his head downwards to yours, seeking a kiss, that you have made your decision as well. Tilting your own head upwards, you gladly receive it and the hurtful words and actions shared between both of you in the past few days are long forgotten.

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uraharasandals · 6 years ago

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hii i loved ur akutagawa x reader fic! i was wondering if u could write a fluff akutagawa c reader pls!! thank u ur work is so well done :-)

Hi there! Thank you so much you’re so sweet www I’m sorry this is super late >

“Ryunosuke, please.” The tip of a porcelain spoon filled with a thick liquid prodded at the man’s lips gently, but insistently, and you watched with weariness as Akutagawa turned his head away, stubbornly refusing to sip the medicine. Again.

Coaxing Akutagwa to take his medications was like doing the same to a child, except to a very stoic and silent child who was glaring at you with vengeance during the whole time. You sighed, placing the spoon aside and stared at him with a sort of helplessness that would hopefully make him break down a little, just enough to open his mouth and let you pour the syrupy liquid down his throat.

Some tension bled out of his shoulders as Akutagawa, apparently having realised that you wouldn’t be forcing him to take his medicine for some time, turned to look at you carefully, albeit with somewhat of a guarded expression. His lips were drawn tight in a line, hardened as if already tasting the sickeningly sweet liquid, though the stare in his dark gray eyes softened. With the growing amount of time spent around each other, you had started to read and understand his actions, and interpret them. It was easier for the both of you, especially when he wasn’t exactly vocal and you weren’t exactly patient enough to draw an answer from him every single time.

And patience was what you were struggling with now. As you were starting to contemplate whether to actually force it down his throat or not, Akutagawa hesitantly reached out a hand from his mountain of blankets - surely being a furnace what with his raging fever - and placed it on top of yours, folded upon your lap, as if in apology. The tips of his fingers were ice-cold.

“You should take your medicine to get better, Ryunosuke.” You prodded gently, though letting desperation creep into your tone. “It wouldn’t do you any good to die of fever now.” Meaning it as a joke, you had intended it to be light-hearted, but the weariness and tiredness of coaxing Akutagawa for an entire afternoon had worn you out entirely, and honestly, all you wanted to do now was to collapse in bed with him.

Something resembling a snort exploded out of him, and you were glad, at least, that Akutagawa wasn’t sulking under the covers with nothing better to do. “As if I could die of something so trivial.” Fever had clouded his tone, making it weaker than it originally was, what with the amount of coughing he did daily, and it was a mere rasp, but it was enough to set you off chuckling nervously as well.

“You’d better not,” You retorted back, gently easing one hand from the pair clasped on your lap and placing one on top of his, before lacing your fingers between his. “Otherwise I would be very disappointed in you.” A squeeze of your hand told him you were just joking, of course, but there was still a trace of sadness in his eyes at the prospect of death. The first time you met the man, he was the very definition of pushing limits, and until he actually coughed up blood, Akutagawa wasn’t about to stop whatever his mission was. And not even then, until you put a firm stop to it. Which nearly resulted in you getting sliced into a thousand pieces by Rashomon, but nothing better than a potential death at the hands of your future partner, right?

Instead of getting another humorous - or what passed for humour for him - response from him, Akutagawa merely gave you a meaningful stare and sighed silently. Death wasn’t discussed very often, but everytime it came a black cloud hung over the both of you. Quickly, before the mood become too sombre, you changed topics, adding another teasing remark, “But hey, I’m already disappointed in you acting like a child and not taking your medicine properly, so there.”

An irritated look crossed his eyes, and Akutagawa returned back to his somewhat snappish mood whenever he was sick. “I’m not a child.“

"Oh, really? Then prove it to me.” Challenges and dares work well with him, given his competitive edge, but who knew it would work so well that the man himself snatched the spoon up from the bedstand, where you had placed it earlier, and swallowed it in one gulp. Though his features underwent some sort of strangled change - his forehead was creased even more, and the sour look on his face deepened while the thin line of his lips hardened again - Akutagawa did finish the medicine while holding a glare with you, as if daring you to challenge him again. While you were impressed, the whole thing seemed so comical that you burst out laughing at the end of the ordeal.

The glare was once again deepened, and was filled with an amount of annoyance that was rare, even for him. You knew you shouldn’t be doing that, but the peals of laughter erupting from your lips didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon, and Akutagawa opened his mouth to protest again, except before he could get anything out, you found yourself pressing your lips against his feverish ones.

Perhaps it was because you didn’t want to hear his protests and arguments, but you realised, try as you might, that it was an effective way to shut off your laughter as well. Oh well. As your lips molded against his, you could taste a bit of the lingering medicine still on his lips, sickeningly sweet with a twang of bitterness, and you found yourself trying not to wince at its taste, and to pull away to get the disgusting aftertaste off your mouth when a hand reached up and cupped the back of your neck, pressing you closer to his body.

Despite his sickness, Akutagawa was surprisingly strong as he held your waist tightly, easing your body against his. Your hands, amongst the haze, managed to find themselves tangled on the back of his shirt and the hair at the base of his neck, gripping on for dear life as his mouth moved against yours, quick and passionate even thuough his mind was probably slow due to the fever. You tried kissing back, but his lips moved with such insistency that you soon found his tongue in your mouth, and unconsciously let out a moan.

At that, Akutagawa smirked, and pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva connecting your abused lips and his feverish ones. Immediately, a whine escaped you, and you were leaning after him before realising what you were doing, then instantly blush. A satisfied smirk graced his lips as he slowly laid back onto his moutain of pillows, and lifted back a corner of his blankets. A silent invitation. When you raised your eyebrows at him, he merely replied bluntly, “For treatment."

You pretended to grumble, though a smile spread on your lips at that, and you stood. "If I get sick, there’s going to be no one taking care of the both of us, you know."

A soft laugh was the response, again, an extreme rarity coming from the usually stoic Akutagawa, though it immediately resulted in a hacking cough which you sighed at, before climbing into the mountain of blankets and into his fever heat. Spending time wrapped up with a furry blanket perched on a chair next to the sickbed hadn’t made you realise how cold the autumn wind was, and you found yourself snuggling up against his side, before mentally flinching at the chill of his fingers as he wrapped a hand around your waist.

"Damn, you’re cold.”

“Like you’re one to speak."

"At least I wasn’t the one suffering from a fever and refusing to take his medicine.”

“Excuse me?”

“Go to sleep, Ryunosuke~"

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salamanderergfanfictions · 5 years ago

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BSD, mult. chars, Yosano, Atsushi, Chuuya POVs, fight with Dos.

Title: The Narrow Space Between Breaths

Notes: The majority of this was written before season 3, yet, I was reading the manga at the time, so it weirdly contains spoilers as well as totally disregards it. I also will be the first one to tell you--I don’t fucking know how Rashomon works. I just don’t, if someone would explain it to me, that’d be great. Also, if someone would just like to explain to me the...whole plot of BSD that would be great, kthx.

The take-away is, I took hella liberties, I had hella fun writing it, so the most I can wish for is if someone enjoyed reading it at least a little bit. Thanks!

Summary: A fight with Dostoevsky, and the aftermath.

“How fortunate that you are all in the same spot, it makes things easier,” Dostoyevsky smirked. “I’m going to rid the world of unsightly Ability users with a godlike power. You can’t stop me yourself, Dazai. Only gods can duel one another, and I don’t plan on being challenged.”

Dazai’s eyes widened.

“Armed Agency members,” Dazai’s voice echoed across the warehouse, gaining everyone’s attention by the urgency in which he spoke, “Protect the chibi!”

“Who?” Kunikida yelled.

Dazai pointed to Chuuya with a dramatic swoosh of his arm.

“What?” Chuuya started as all the eyes of the Agency members turned to him, “I don’t need any of your shitty people protecting me!”

“Don’t worry, Mister Fancy Hat City Guy!” Kenji said, raising his fists over his head, “We’ll protect you!”

“I don’t need your—that is not my name!”

“Port Mafia, do the same. Defend your executive with your lives,” Mori said calmly, leveling an intense glare at Dostoyevsky. “And if there are any of our men left standing should Chuuya-san die, I will kill them myself.”

“Hey, hey,” Chuuya’s eyebrows shot up, deeply confused at the concern Mori was showing as well as the threat against his subordinates, “What the hell is going on?”

“Chuuya-chan is the biggest threat to Dostoyevsky’s plan right now,” Dazai said, more for the benefit of the Agency members, “He just said it, ‘Only gods can duel one another’.”

“But what the hell does that mean?” Kunikida shouted.

“While it’s true that I’m the only one that can match Dostoyevsky intellectually, this isn’t just a battle of wits. And in terms of pure power, even god-like power,” Dazai left off to glance at Chuuya, a dark, assessing glint in his eye that knocked the other man back a couple of years and dozens of missions. “In its raw form, there is no match for Chuuya’s Ability.”

Chuuya grimaced and looked down at his gloves, “You fucker. So, I guess that means...”

“If you would,” Dazai nodded, before forcing a cheesy smile on his face and tilting his head, “Only if you want to, of course.”

“You fucker,” Chuuya repeated harshly, tugging off his gloves and throwing them to the ground. “You better stop me, when it gets too—”

“I will.”

Chuuya’s breathing quickened, ”None of that suicidal bystander bullshit. You void me when you get a chance.”

“Have I ever let you down before?”

“Don’t ask me a question with an answer like that right now!”

“Chuuya,” Dazai said in warning, his teasing smile gone as he watched his Agency members fighting Dostoyevsky’s henchmen.

“I got it.” Chuuya grit his teeth and put the appropriate amount of dramatics into his next words as he stared at his hands waiting for the black and red stains to overcome him, to rewrite who he was and control his body as if Chuuya Nakahara never existed in the first place.

“‘O, grantors of—’”

He was cut off as a bullet bent around him and ricocheted off the floor, it was high caliber enough that a large divot was left in the cement. Chuuya turned around to glare at the sniper laying on the rafters above everyone.

“...That could’ve hit my hat,” Chuuya said darkly, clenching his fists in outrage, “I’m gonna kill that fucker first.”

“Actually, Chuuya would be much more useful if he focused on Dost—”

“‘O, grantors of dark disgrace,’” Chuuya recited again, forgoing dramatics this time for pure fury, “‘Do not wake me again.’”

—

There was a lot of carnage, a lot of blood, a lot of dust, rocks, and the groaning, broken, dying, dead bodies scattered throughout.

Yosano came to after healing herself, blinking blood out of her eyes and coughing up dust. She wiped a line of spit and blood from her lips as she pushed herself up with one hand, looking around for her comrades. Dazai had yelled for everyone to retreat from the building not long after whatever Nakahara had become...the pure hell that had been unleashed. Yosano had seen destructive Abilities before, but never anything as raw and indiscriminate as that, not when being channeled through a person—a person who supposedly was their ally. The last thing she had seen before turning her back to try to make it out was Nakahara sending a massive black hole toward his own men, cackling madly from blood-soaked lips while doing it. The sight and sound had chilled her to the bone. She hadn’t envied Dazai having to wade into that chaos for the chance to get skin on skin contact, though she knew that was the only hope they had to make it stop.

It was quiet now, quieter, at least.

Yosano gave one more hacking cough and stayed kneeling on the floor till she was sure her shaking was under control. One of her heel tips had snapped off, which was going to make it difficult to balance, but she wasn’t about to walk around without anything covering her feet, not with all the jagged pieces of stone, rebar, and nails littering the floor. The clothes and shoes Yosano was wearing were beyond salvage, though even she would not have wanted this kind of excuse to go shopping.

Thankfully, she hadn’t gotten pinned down beneath any columns or large stone slabs. It would have been horribly inconvenient to be crushed and just waiting to slowly bleed out before being able to heal herself, over and over as the cycle repeated. Yosano had seen the kind of mental break that kind of stress could induce on someone second hand, she had no desire to experience it—

Her eyes went wide.

“Kuni-Kunikida!” She yelled, getting to her feet quickly, wobbling on her uneven heels, to hurry to her friend’s side. The man was further away from the door than she was, which meant he hadn’t given up on trying to get Dazai to leave with him, even as load-bearing columns were being destroyed. He was limp on the floor, the longest strands of his ponytail were quickly being stained from blond to red. The puddle of blood and hair were stretching away from Kunikida’s head like the corona of the sun. I might have enjoyed it, Yosano thought in fragments, each step on the cement floor jolting a different thought into her brain, I might have thought it was pretty, maybe I would be laughing…

Yosano tumbled gracelessly to Kunikida’s side, her hands trembling as she reached toward his neck, his skin cold as ice against the pads of her fingers.

“Idiot,” She cursed in relief as she felt a thready pulse almost the same instant her butterflies gently landed on his cheek.

Once he was safe to move, she began dragging him toward the door herself, an exhausting task as she did her best to avoid the worst of the debris as well as keep balanced. Eventually she had to stop and take a break before attempting to continue, barely holding back a frustrated yell.

“I got him,” A voice behind her said, a head of bright blond hair accompanying it. “Is he all healed?”

Yosano gave Kenji a quick once over, but the young boy looked as hearty and hale as he ever did and nodded, “Yes, just get him out of the building for now. Is Tanizaki with you?”

“Yep!” Kenji smiled, “He had to call Naomi first, and I think she’s yelling at him ‘cause he has a silly expression on his face.”

Yosano brushed the comment aside easily, “Come back in when he’s done, I still don’t see Dazai or Atsushi anywhere and we need all the hands we can get.”

“Okay!” Kenji flashed a thumbs-up before lifting Kunikida up enthusiastically. Yosano almost laughed at the sight of the two of them walking away, a young boy carrying a man almost two times his body length like he was an overgrown baby, his legs hanging off the side and skimming the ground. Instead, she let out a heavy sigh and looked around again, only a few people were up and moving now, and none of them in an off-white coat or with white hair.

“Yosano-sensei, if you’re done staring into space, your assistance could be used,” Mori called out to her, his voice lilting and recognizable in a strange way. Yosano felt an irritated twinge go up her spine as she glared at him and that disgusting smirk on his face. But she was still a doctor, and there were people, mostly Port Mafia members, bleeding all around who needed her help. Just because Mori was here didn’t mean it was the same as the other time.

Over the next few moments, muscle memory took over and Yosano quickly got to work on the people around her. As expected, Mori was unscathed, almost suspiciously, taking into account where he had been when the major wall had collapsed, but he was tending to the injuries he could as well as performing a kind of reverse triage for Yosano.

“He’s dying,” Mori could be heard saying in a bored voice and Yosano would rush over, regardless if that person was Port Mafia. Working like this with him as a partner brought up bad memories and a sickening feeling of familiarity that she fought hard to ignore. She concentrated on her work, the broken bones, the gashes and gaping wounds. Most of her own had just been wounded superficially, only Kunikida had, unfortunately and thankfully, been the worst. Kenji had left him leaning against a miraculously still standing wall outside in the sunshine, dazed, covered in his own blood, but not a scratch or bruise on him. Atsushi made quick work of a rock that had pinned him down toward the back of the building, pushing it off with transformed tiger arms, and then had tried to make a hasty retreat in the wake of Yosano’s generous, yet overzealous, offer to heal him. Much to Yosano’s delight, he had not been fast enough. He was now lifting stone slabs along with Kenji as Tanizaki very reluctantly played nurse to Mori. The young boy could be heard making noises of disgust every once and a while followed by Mori chuckling.

Yosano opened her mouth to snap at the doctor to leave him alone—

“Did you hear that?” Tanizaki said, his head perking up, but he didn’t move from his task of keeping the Black Lizard member from bleeding out. “Did anyone hear that?”

Yosano wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, “Hear what?”

“I did,” Mori said with a curious tone. “It sounded like—”

A cough.

Kenji pushed and lifted concrete pieces until the infinite black of Rashomon could be seen under it. As soon as there was no more reason to be activated, Rashomon returned to its owner, unveiling what it had been protecting.

“Hello~” Dazai greeted them all chipperly, looking as if he was perfectly at home underneath a ton of rocks, two Port Mafia members, and covered in blood.

Yosano raised her eyebrow at his tone, “I almost got my hopes up seeing that much blood, but it’s too bad my Ability won’t work on you.”

Dazai grinned at her, “The only thing I’ve been in danger of is being bored to death by my abysmal company. It’s such a disappointment I wasn’t able to be buried alive with two beautiful women instead, I wouldn’t have minded that as much.”

Akutagawa let out a cough. Despite Rashomon having returned to a coat and the danger of being crushed gone, he still hadn’t moved from his shielding position over Chuuya and Dazai, supporting his body on shaking arms. Chuuya was pinned below Akutagawa and on top of Dazai, bleeding heavily from his mouth and head, soaking Dazai’s shirt and coat. He appeared to merely be unconscious, but Yosano could see he was breathing shallowly. She couldn’t even begin to fathom the physical toll an Ability like that took on the body of the one using it, Nakahara had looked like he was being crushed from the inside out just a few moments after activating. But from how he and Dazai had been talking before, this probably wasn’t the first time, which meant he had survived before and would survive again. As long as Dazai got to him in time. Yosano wondered if she would be able to trust Dazai that much with her life, deciding on the answer before she had even finished the thought.

“This one’s been coughing in my face for the past ten minutes,” Dazai said drolly, lifting his chin up at Akutagawa. “Tuberculosis would be such a terrible way to die. Too slow.”

“Give the hat guy here,” Yosano said gruffly.

Dazai held up his hands, “What, do you think I’ve been clutching him to my chest the whole time? He fell on me, and then this idiot fell on both of us, ruining a perfectly good death by crushing. It would have been fast and lethal. Akutagawa, get off.”

Akutagawa finally seemed to come back to himself and rolled off to the side. In the back of her mind Yosano made a note to check on him as soon as she was done with the Port Mafia executive. She carefully turned Chuuya on his back, without any help from Dazai, who merely stayed laying down on the ground like it was a comfortable bed. Or perhaps he was imagining it was a coffin with the way his hands were folded peacefully against his chest.

“Is he dying?” Dazai asked, a smile creeping on to his face. Yosano gave him an answering grin of her own.

“Not fast enough,” She said gleefully, raising her machete she had pulled out of nowhere, and letting loose a truly terrifying cackle.

A few feet away from them, as Yosano worked, Akutagawa was pushing himself to his feet, stumbling away from the wreckage with a determined look on his face, before tripping over some smaller pieces of concrete. He went to his hands and knees hard, his breathing slowing as sweat rolled from his forehead and down his face. He squeezed his eyes shut and a few more drops hit the floor.

“Are you okay?” Atsushi bent down next to Akutagawa slowly, laying a gentle hand on the other’s shoulder.

His hand was roughly shrugged off as Akutagawa got to his feet with the same dogged determination as last time.

“Get off me,” He leveled a glare at Atsushi, though the effect was diminished by the paleness of the other’s face and the tremors of fatigue running through his body. Atsushi backed off anyway, holding his hands up with a nervous smile.

“I was just—”

“Shut up,” Akutagawa snapped, “I don’t need your help.”

Atsushi watched Akutagawa take a few more shaky steps before collapsing to the ground again. This time he stayed down, his breathing coming out in ragged gasps even in unconsciousness. Atsushi moved to check on Akutagawa again without the other being able to refuse his help, but another Port Mafia member with long black hair reached him first. The man in black gently moved Akutagawa’s head to his lap and although Atsushi couldn’t see the other man’s mouth, he could tell he was smiling.

“He reached his limit under there, continually using Rashomon in a defensive position against tons of rock, knowing any slip of control could mean his executive getting smashed,” Dazai explained in a bored tone of voice.

“And his mentor,” Atsushi added with a meaningful look, “You were in there with him too.”

Dazai shrugged.

“You should probably thank him,” Atsushi pushed, not bothering to tear his eyes away from Akutagawa and the Port Mafia member to look at Dazai’s reaction. “I know I will.”

“Thank him? If he had practiced using Rashomon defensively when I wanted him to, it wouldn’t have taken that much concentration in the first place and he wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Atsushi pursed his lips, “I’m still going to thank him.”

“Atsushi-kun is so thoughtful,” Dazai’s voice lilted in his ear, “Doing unnecessary things.”

The comment made Atsushi frown even more, and he turned around to retort, but Dazai was already walking away. At first Atsushi thought Dazai was hanging his head because he was somewhat cowed by what Atsushi had said, but that didn’t seem likely. Atsushi watched him for a few more seconds in confusion, as Dazai slowly walked a random path through the rubble, his eyes focused on the ground, before understanding. Though he couldn’t think of anything that Dazai had with him that he would have been able to lose. Maybe it was his book on a thousand ways to commit suicide.

Atsushi turned back toward Akutagawa, intending to attempt to approach the other man again, but something caught his eye several feet away. It was wedged between two large pieces of cement, bent out of shape and covered in a light layer of dust, but still recognizable. Atsushi used his tiger arms to push the pieces apart, pulling it out gently once there was enough room. He was pleased when it almost immediately retained its former shape.

“Dazai-san,” Atsushi called out, holding the item up in his hands, turning it, “This?”

Dazai turned around, his eyes going wide in surprise for a half second as he saw what Atsushi was holding up.

“Heh,” He let out a light chuckle as he walked forward, “Like I said, Atsushi-kun is too thoughtful.”

Atsushi beamed and held it out for Dazai to take, “I wasn’t the one looking for it.”

Dazai shrugged nonchalantly, slapping it against his leg to try to get even more of the dust off. He held the object up and squinted at it, assessing, “But seriously, isn’t this the ugliest hat you’ve ever seen?”

Chuuya felt light and bubbly, like his body and insides had been given a power wash. He also felt strangely naked with his coat, hat, and gloves missing in the wreckage of the building. Chuuya didn’t want to look around for them though, he didn’t want to see any of the bodies of his subordinates that had been caught in the crossfire, either when part of the building had collapsed or by his own hand. Mori and the Agency’s doctor had been able to heal some, but Chuuya could still remember the looks on the faces of the ones he had aimed at himself, their screams as limbs were blown off or the silence as they were swallowed up into nothing. Chuuya looked down at the pale skin of his hands, clenching them hard enough that his short nails dug into his palm and they ached from the tension.

“Shame, even Yosano-sensei’s Ability couldn’t fix your ugly face,” Dazai quipped from behind, extremely disappointed when Chuuya did not react. He could see the other man was still dazed from the aftereffects of Thou Shalt Not Die, a bright, glassy look in his eyes as he stared at his lap. It was the best shape Dazai had ever seen Chuuya in after using Corruption, he was kinda pissed about being robbed of being able to see the stupid face Chuuya made as he slept. It had been too dark in their makeshift tomb and Dazai had to perpetually turn his head away every time Akutagawa coughed. It had been doubly annoying that neither of them had even responded just a little to his genuine, sincere attempts at a meaningful conversation.

“Here,” Dazai shoved a black bundle under his nose, sitting down beside him once Chuuya had taken the clothes with a shocked expression. “Close your mouth, I can smell the wine from here.”

Chuuya blinked slowly as he looked down at the pile. His coat was folded in a precise square with his pair of gloves laid neatly on top. There wasn’t a speck of dust on either of them. Chuuya put on the gloves first, feeling more like himself once the leather covered his hands and the cotton-headed feeling of the doctor’s Ability began to fade.

“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know where—” Chuuya was cut off as Dazai plopped his hat on his head with a put-upon sigh, pressing down till it covered Chuuya’s eyes.

“Yes, though it pained me to even touch such a tacky thing.”

Chuuya righted the hat on his head, “You didn’t wait around as long you usually do before stopping me.”

“Chuuya was bringing down the whole building and Dostoevsky escaped, so there was no more need. Besides, it wasn’t as much fun watching this time.”

“He, what? Escaped?”

Dazai shook his head, “Don’t worry about it now. We’ll see him again, you can avenge your subordinates.”

Chuuya absentmindedly shook his head, “I won’t be able to avenge my subordinates unless I kill myself.”

Dazai grinned slyly, leaning back on his arms, “What a strange mood you are in this evening. You’re not my usual type, but I suppose an exception could be made considering our history. How about it, does Chuuya want to die with me? We can spend eternity in the afterlife together.”

“Ugh, I had been taking peace in the fact that I wouldn’t have to deal with you in death, but you’ve just soured that thought.”

“Chuuya started it.”

“I was—” Chuuya started, his voice coming out hoarse and tight, “I was saying that the one who killed my subordinates was me, only my death would avenge theirs.”

“I can follow a basic conversation, you know. I’m not as dumb as you.”

“Shut up. I’m obviously not going to do that though, so…I can only offer compensation to their families, if they had any, maybe donate to a charity or something.”

“How altruistic of the Mafia member.”

“Not altruism, business. The Port Mafia donates money to a lot of charities, you should remember that.”

“I do, it is a good strategy. A great strategy, one might say. A genius strategy—”

“Shut up.”

“It’s not going to help. Not you, anyway. Donating an outrageous sum of money to people in need won’t get the screaming out of your head, the terror-stricken faces, and the knowledge that you’ve killed people who were under your command. Who looked at you like you were a monster in their last moments.”

Chuuya swallowed heavily, missing the numb, tingling feeling he had before this, wishing he could go back to that time a mere few minutes ago when he felt like he was floating above his body, that none of this was real. He didn’t want to hear what Dazai was saying, it was insensitive, and ill-timed, but nothing that hadn’t already been ringing around in his own head. Chuuya had killed people before, people he knew, people he didn’t, men and women, young and old, but he had always done it with the knowledge that they were enemies of the Port Mafia. He had always done it in his right mind, for the past four years at least, and even before then, Dazai had been there to control him. This had all been Dazai’s plan today, a stupid plan, in hindsight. Unleashing Corruption in such a small space with so many of their allies around, it had been a Hail Mary, and it had failed. Dostoevsky had escaped, and as usual, the Mafia had suffered many more casualties than the Agency. Chuuya’s authority might have even been damaged over this with the survivors, and he couldn’t help the small thought eating away in the back of his brain that perhaps Dazai had done this on purpose.

Chuuya slowly brought his gaze to Dazai’s, narrowing his eyes, trying to assess what was going on behind that dead stare. Maybe Chuuya would be able to see something to prove that Dazai had planned all this in an effort to cripple the Port Mafia and take down Dostoevsky all at once, if that good-goody two shoes persona he showed the Agency was really just a big act like Chuuya had always suspected. Chuuya had seen Dazai do similar things when they were younger, he wouldn’t put it past him now. Dazai might have been able to change the color of his clothes overnight, but re-dyeing the soul took a lot more effort.

“So don’t b—” Dazai paused to reconsider what he was going to say, either ignoring or unaware of Chuuya’s suspicious stare, “Speaking from experience, performing a couple of good deeds doesn’t completely erase your past wrongdoings, nor does it lessen the burden on your soul, or magically make you a better person. But it helps, if you really try, it does help. It’s all you can really do anyway.”

Chuuya’s eyes widened, that wasn’t flippant or teasing. It didn’t make light of the deaths that Chuuya had caused or taunt him for caring about them. In fact, it had almost seemed…honest. Chuuya’s heart started beating faster as a thought occurred to him.

“Is that why you left the Mafia?” He asked, pushing himself into Dazai’s space, deciding to quickly take advantage of the rare sight of a serious, candid Dazai. Dazai looked taken aback by the question, his eyes popped open comically, and Chuuya grinned at having caught Dazai by surprise for once. He spent the next few moments in breathless silence, aware that should Dazai deign to answer, almost four years of doubt and hurt feelings could be resolved.

“Yes, and no,” Dazai finally said.

Chuuya dropped away from his former partner, his former executive, “What does, what does that mean? What kind of shitty, ambivalent answer is that?”

“It means yes and no, Chuuya-chan,” Dazai sing-songed out, his eyes squeezing shut as a large grin spread over his face.

Chuuya’s shoulders fell, and his eyes slowly drifted back to staring at his hands, clenching and unclenching them with the calming feeling of tension from the leather against his knuckles. These are a new pair, He thought absentmindedly.

Chuuya knew he wouldn’t be getting anything else out of Dazai now, the other man’s mask had already been put on, the walls were fortified, and Chuuya had never been allowed past them. He may have been given glimpses, but never trusted with more than that. Dazai…Dazai had seen everything of his, whether he had waited for Chuuya’s trust or not.

“Thanks,” Chuuya said after a moment, unable to think of anything else and deeming it innocuous, and true, enough for him to get away with. No matter what he told himself, it felt like dust coating his tongue. “Asshole.”

Dazai’s smile stayed as big and fake and cheesy as ever, “Of course, partner.”

Chuuya looked away. The conversation still felt unfinished, an inhale that had been stopped before filling the lungs, incomplete and unsatisfying. It hung in the air around them, permeated by dust and rubble and death, by all the words Chuuya wanted to say, and all the words Dazai wouldn’t ever.

The silence stretched on between them, as usual.

How long would this one last?

End

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