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ryniadora · 4 months ago

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Oh boi it WIP Wednesday.

I'm trying to dedicate myself to posting something every Wednesday even if it's shit and even if I'm scared.

More BSD OC 15-era brainrot, featuring baby Nakahara Chuuya.

I need to make a sideblog for Gwyn tbh.

We’re Kind of Alike, Aren’t We?

Set post 15-arc, just after Chuuya joins the Port Mafia. Lady, having been purposely kept away from the situation revolving around her deceased Father, has only heard Dazai’s version of how the ex-king of the Sheep came to be at the Port Mafia, until her ‘big sis’ Koyo comes to her office with a favour to ask.

“Excuse me Lady-chan.”

Lady lifted her head from the spreadsheet she was frowning over to smile at Koyo as the older woman sailed into the room. As always, the Mafia’s newest executive looked beautiful in her kimono, a calm smile on her face. Working for Mori had done her a lot of good, Lady mused as her superior walked across the rug.

“Good morning, Koyo-san.” Lady rose, giving Koyo a neat bow. “To what do I owe this unexpected visit?”

“I have a favour I would like to ask of you.” Koyo said, settling herself gracefully into the chair Lady kept for visitors. Without speaking, Lady pushed the small tray of sweets she kept on her desk over to the other woman, who gave her a wicked smile before popping one in her mouth. Lady returned to her seat, watching carefully until Koyo finally continued. “We have a new member, as I’m sure you are aware.”

“The Sheep boy.” Lady’s words prompted a nod.

“As someone his own age, I was rather hoping you would help me get him settled in. I can handle his training just fine, but I feel you might have a better idea of the sorts of things that would be of interest to a fifteen-year-old.”

There was a strange glint of amusement in the redhead’s eyes as she said this, and Lady had to wonder what ulterior motive Koyo clearly had.

“Wouldn’t Dazai be a better choice? He’s a boy too.”

“Ah,” Koyo stifled a laugh in the sleeve of her kimono. “Those boys need some time apart to cool off. Theirs is certainly shaping up to be an explosive friendship. And besides, I thought you would be pleased to meet more people your own age.”

Lady leant back thoughtfully in her chair. She did want to meet this mysterious boy that Dazai had been so complimentary about. And having Koyo owe her a favour could be helpful in the future.

Curiosity winning out, she grinned at the executive.

“Okay, Koyo-san. You have a deal.”

“Are you free now?”

Lady looked at her spreadsheet and grinned. Any excuse not to have to do actual work.

“You bet!” Lady beamed, planting her hands firmly on her desk and rising to her feet.

“Good.” Koyo’s smile grew as she stood, offering her arm to the teenager. Lady happily took it, allowing herself to be led from her office. Koyo may be her superior now, but the enigmatic redhead had always been like a big sister to the wayward Port Mafia boss’ daughter, and no amount of change in status was going to make that go away.

The pair walked through the halls, chatting idly about whatever came to mind, until they finally reached a door a few levels down.

“I do hope you two get along.” Koyo grinned, gently pushing the girl to go ahead of her. Lady took in a deep breath - she was nervous despite herself - and pushed the door open, taking a dainty step inside.

At the table in the middle of the room was a red-haired teenage boy wearing a black hat and most of a smart dress suit, the long coat draped over his chair. His feet were on the table in front of him, chair tipped back lazily on two legs. He turned to look as she entered, lifting the hat from his head slightly, and Lady was immediately struck by how handsome the boy was. There was no other word to use despite it not being something you often used for teenagers; Lady recognised in him the same quality she knew others saw in her own face, an innate something that drew the eye. He was clearly still growing, as he was very slight in frame and obviously not very tall. As his eyes, a pale honey brown, locked on hers he raised an eyebrow in question.

“Ane-san, I’m not some pet to bring all your friends to see. I thought we were going on a tour today?” His tone was bored, almost uncaring, but there was a current of resentment underneath the surface that Lady knew well as one that frequently coloured her own voice. She walked over to the table and watched the boy carefully, hands on hips and head tilted to one side.

“This is Lady-chan, the head of the Cyber Crime Division. She’ll be showing you around today.”

“Is this entire organisation made up of kids? Another teenager leading an entire division?” the boy scoffed, putting the legs of his chair back on the floor and leaning an elbow on the table to prop his chin on, making a show of looking Lady up and down. Lady blinked at him in confusion for a moment before even to her own surprise she started giggling. “What’s so fuckin’ funny, kid?” he growled, rising to his feet. To Lady’s even greater amusement, she had been right - he was shorter than her by a good few inches and had to look up at her, a fact that clearly pissed him off judging from the frown on his face.

“Chuuya-kun, mind your manners!” Koyo snapped, but Lady waved her hand dismissively.

“It’s fine, Koyo-san. Dazai was right about this boy, he really is a firecracker.”

Chuuya stamped over to her, an angry ‘hah?’ growled through gritted teeth as he stared brazenly up into her eyes. Lady met his gaze easily, stubbornly refusing to be the first to back down, and she could see a flash of approval in his eyes. She recognised a kindred spirit when she saw one - quick to anger, just as quick to cool, he just hadn’t had her long years of practice hiding it.

“What did that goddamned Dazai say about me, huh? Don’t believe a thing he said!” Chuuya barked, unconsciously mimicking her posture with his own hands on his hips.

“Oh, no.” Lady grinned, “I wouldn’t believe that moron if he said the sky was blue.”

Chuuya blinked a few times, clearly not expecting that response. The pair stared at each other in silence for a few moments before, almost in unison, they both began to laugh. Koyo looked on in stunned silence as Chuuya extended a hand to Lady, which she ignored.

“Nakahara Chuuya.”

“Lady. Sorry I can’t shake your hand, much as I’d like to.”

“Why not?”

Koyo interrupted, sweeping across the room to stand next to the pair of teenagers, her usual composure back in place.

“Lady-chan is an ability-user, like you, Chuuya-kun. Her ability is a guardian who will severely injure anyone who touches her.”

Chuuya raised an eyebrow, which Lady returned with a shrug, not noticing the gleam of mischief in the boy’s eye until it was too late.

“That so?” he mused, before he boldly reached out and grabbed Lady by the hand. Lancelot appeared beside them, prompting a sigh from Koyo and a startled cry from Lady, but before the knight could so much as move he was slammed into the floor with great force. Unable to move under his own weight, the silver-armoured man struggled against gravity in vain until Chuuya released Lady and the supernatural being disappeared.

“Oh, I like you.” Lady grinned. “That ability’s pretty fucking cool.”

“Hell yeah it is. Yours is too. I think we’re gonna work well together, Lady.”

Koyo sighed again, shaking her head.

“I knew you two would get along. I have work to do so if you could please show Chuuya-kun all of the things he’ll need to see.”

“Of course, Koyo-san.”

“Cheers, ane-san. See ya.”

Koyo left the room, and the pair of teenagers looked at each other appraisingly before Lady gave him a smile.

“Shall we begin the tour, then? I’ll take you to see the training halls first.”

They began walking through the corridors, Lady pointing out important things as they passed and Chuuya making vaguely interested noises, his eyes darting from side to side to take as much in as possible.

“Is your name really Lady?” The boy asked curiously as they walked along the corridor leading to the training hall.

“Yeah. And so you’re not surprised by it later, I’m Mori-san’s adopted daughter.”

“Wait, you’re the girl Dazai was babbling about? The one who’s dad was that old coot Rimbaud brought out with the scythe?” Lady nodded. “Huh, so you’re pretty important, then. Kinda weird to be shown around by the boss’s daughter herself.”

Lady shrugged. “I don’t care about rank, and Mori-san knows it. Don’t tell anyone else I said that, though, it’ll ruin my street cred.”

“Fair.” Chuuya snorted before he paused, looking thoughtful. “How old are you, anyway?”

“Fifteen.”

“Oh, we’re the same age.” his eyes lit up. “What is there to do for fun around here?”

“You’d be better off asking Dazai that one. I’m not allowed to leave the building so all I do is play video games and read books when I’m not working.”

“Games? Do you play Laser Fight?”

Lady nodded enthusiastically. “Hell yeah. I’m a Rebecca main.”

“Lazlo for me.” Chuuya grinned across at her. “We’ll have to have a match sometime. Maybe when I can finally get my hands on 3, it came out a few months ago but it’s still so fuckin’ expensive.”

“Oh, I can get you a copy.” Lady beamed. “The boys will find any game you want if I ask them to.”

“The boys?”

“The Cyber Crime Division that Koyo-san mentioned, they’re my squad. We haven’t paid for a single game since we started operations.”

“Nice!”

“Oh, we should have a tournament night! You’d get on well with the guys, I just know it.”

“You’re on. I’ll kick all your asses.” he paused again before continuing. “Y’know, you’re kinda weird by Mafia standards.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well everyone else I’ve ever met from the Mafia has been weird, and kinda shitty. You’re a nice person, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Wait until you get to know Koyo-san a bit better, she’s really nice too.” Lady sighed, casually dodging his question. “Here we are, the training halls.”

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