#Verse 6: Everybody wants to rule the world (Decay of Angels)

[breathless-darkness]

Plotted Chaos with @diverse-hearts​

The best plans were the ones that took place under the noses of everyone. Not even Ranpo would be able to crack this, he had spent years upon this plan--- like hell would he just let it go down so easily. Even his time trapped here... it was all for a reason. Not even the one who was in the cell next to him would be able to realize just whom he had been chatting with this whole time--- even if Fyodor was smart-- he wouldn't out him if he had realized it by now. Sigma and Gogol were still out and about, and then there was his secret member.

Brown locks rested against the cold metal wall. It had begun shortly before everything having to do with Mimic. At least this plan being plotted out. He had been careful in choosing those who would follow him, never giving his face away nor his true voice. Kamui was like a ghost. Not really a ghost but a God. It was just a simple concept that he had come up , slowly building everything up. No one was the wiser. Mori was an idiot really. To think he thought he saw himself in his younger form. It was amusing, Mori would never be like he was even in his dreams. Fukuzawa was even an idiot , thinking that someone could be good just because he claimed he wanted to. Just because of a supposed death.

All that was left of this plan was for this break out to be complete. Did they really think they could hold two demons in this prison for ability users. They might have tamed Fyodor, but no one knew how No Longer Human worked. They could poke him full of holes and even then it still wouldn't help them. That was the glory of his ability and of the masks that he had had his disposal.

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A yawn left the brunette as he walked along the corridors, it was clear he was comfortable here. He opened a door by entering some code and it gave a small beep before he entered and closed it quickly behind him. "Copycats truly are amazing~" He hummed and went to the turned around chair and planted himself down into the male's lap that was seated there. "Isn't that right, Odasaku~" His arms went to wrap around the other's neck and he leaned up to plant a soft kiss upon his lips.

Oda was in on it the whole time, naturally he would tell the other male. Why would he not? He ended up opening up most to him then anyone else , naturally he would be behind everything. "Did ya capture the prisoner like I asked" he nipped playfully at the other's neck. By prisoner he meant his old partner. Chuuya was simply the one who had the worse luck when it came down to it all. He had drawn Dazai's attention naturally and to be in the brunette's attention wasn't always the best thing.

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Chuuya would naturally have been confined to the darkest dungeon that was in Dazai's possession. It was no wonder why Dazai had a warehouse during his time with the mafia, it was all a set up for something much darker. He would rewarded with cuffs that dug into his wrists to force a drug made from Dazai's own blood into the red head's bloodstream. Hat would have long been taken from him. 

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diverse-hearts said

💀 - Fyodor/Dazai

104.  “Dead men tell no tales…”

Dark and Violent Skulls Status: Accepting

When he had to admit that Fyodor was valuable to have around, he couldn’t have the rat sticking his nose in business that didn’t concern him. He needed to be taught a lesson and he couldn’t have anyone else teach him the lesson like he could. Chuuya could wait, it wasn’t like the other would be going anywhere. Everything had been put together amazingly, years of hard work. He couldn’t be having Fyodor ruining this for him. A soft hum left his lips, though it sounded distorted due to the gas mask he was wearing. 

It was such a wonderful thing. It changed his voice enough and it kept his identity a secret. Not like he truly ever showed his face, it had always been him acting in the shadows. No one had suspected him. Some thought he was too lazy to pull something like this off. Lazy perhaps wasn’t the best word, he had once been the youngest executive in Port Mafia’s history. Mori trusting him had been the first mistake. It would have been so much easier had the cannibalism virus had claimed a victim. Then he would have one less person to deal with. 

The first and main target was the Agency.  To make them into the villain, had been perfect. There was always people who helped without realizing it. Those whom were copycats, they were the true ace for him. The true joy behind all of this chaos, and he hadn’t even set that bit up. It just seemed to work in his favour. Odd how that always worked. He might seem like he was in a bad place , from time to time, though he always was on top. Always leading others to checkmate. 

The walls echoed around him as he hummed. Finally he opened a cell like room, inside it seemed much more like a waiting room than a cell. “Did you think that you would win?” He spoke in Russian to the other as he moved closer and grabbed the other’s face to yank it up. “Did you really think you were smart and that this plan wouldn’t get back to me?” He smirked behind his mask as he looked into those lavender eyes. 

“Though I must applaud you for getting this far, Fyodor~” He would remove his hand to undo the mask and finally place it upon the table , thus revealing himself to Fyodor. “Ya know what they say, Fyo~ Dead men tell no tales. I don’t have use for pawns that try to take over.” It had been revealed finally to Fyodor who was his leader. 

[breathless-darkness]

diverse-hearts

"Master", the word is breathed out almost like a prayer, Oda pulling Dazai gently close to him as he leans in to capture his lips, an arm wrapped around his waist, before he pulls back to kneel before him, "Happy Birthday - is there anything I can do for you?". He couldn't get a present or anything as he was supposed to be dead, that and he was rarely too far from Dazai's side these days. - Oda (DOA)

                                ~Happy Birthday Dazai~

He had never once regretted these moments. He was who he was, and he got to keep Oda by his side. Yes, the world saw the other as being dead. That made the other the perfect one to be able to move under the radar. He was bound by certain limitations himself, he wore that mask where no one would know who he truly was underneath. Oda was the only exception. The male was loyal to him and only him. He also was the only one able to know who he was and how he was the true mastermind behind Decay of Angels. 

That one word, breathed out like a prayer. It made the brunette purr slightly as he was pulled closer to the red head. Such a soft kiss. Anyone else trying a move like this, it would lead to a very bad situation. Dazai enjoyed playing with others. Oda was the only one allowed to kiss him like this. Yet, deep down he wished the other would have a little more life in those eyes of his. Was it so hard to ask for that? He didn’t want the other to be some mindless servant of his. That wasn’t why he had saved him and helped to fake his death to the Port Mafia. 

His lips returned the kiss and all too soon the other was pulled back and kneeling before him. A soft smile went along his lips. He knew the other meant well, he couldn’t get him a present so easily--- as he rarely was far from his side. He only left truly if he sent him off to do an act. Always loyal to him and only him. He moved to tilt Oda’s chin up before shifting to lead Oda back up so he could claim his lips as his own. 

“For my birthday present, I believe I want ya” those brown eyes locked with Oda’s blue ones. “I never thought much of today” he spoke guiding the other closer to him. “It was just another day. Though look at where I am now. Hmmmm tell me, Odasaku. Would destroying people associated with me point me out? It would of course be a random attack. Not like those people need to live. They aren’t associated with the mafia nor ADA. Not even The Guild, but still they could harm me in the end.” His finger went to go under Oda’s chin before going to softly pepper kisses along his neck. 

“Would ya like to perhaps go on that mission with me? The two of us, no one else. Of course , not today. Though it would be such a wonderful gift. For now, I just want ya. All mine truly, Odasaku.” His finger went to trail down Oda’s chest and slowly began to unbutton the other’s shirt. His fingers so light as they traced over Oda’s skin slowly as he undid the first button.