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mistressoftheelderitchwhorehouse · 1 year

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You and the Shadows That Trail Alongside You Episode 1

Trigger Warnings: Anxiety

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai x OC / Chuuya x OC

Notes: Welcome to a deeply personal story. It's just a self insert fic making me, an adult black woman with many a mental health issue, face my demons. If it helps anyone else? Awesome. A name is never used, so it would qualify as a reader insert if you like.

Enjoy

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If I had lived a different life, I think I would have been a Literature major. Actually, I almost was. I wanted to go to school for it out in Atlanta, but that idea was popped the moment it was asked how I would feed myself, if I could make money, and did it translate to skills for when robots inevitably took my job.

Needless to say I went to school for something else.

However, the idea still lingered. Hell, I would argue it expanded as I got older. American literature was fun, English Literature was my first love, and then there was Japanese literature....

I was introduced to it thanks to a friend, and I fucking loved it. Sitting in alher living room, watching this anime called Bungo Stray Dogs, made me fall in love with not just Japanese literature, but the entire written word all over again. With the themes that could be woven with just ink and paper, lessons that could burn your soul, and all in a rather pretty package.

I was more than a bit smitten with the idea.

Literature.

Reading.

Writing.

Maybe I dug a little too deep into my latest hyperfixation. Plunged my hands a bit too far wanting more, more, more. Everyone always joked that my greatest vice was greed, and I always agreed with them without a hint of hesitation. Whether it was money, love, or just hyperfixations I just wanted more.

And now it had called in its debt.

Because how else did one explain waking up in the middle of an unfamiliar city?

I was damn near a hermit. I left my house only on Mondays and Thursdays at the insistance of my friends. Hell, I rarely left my own bedroom.

I stared at the cars that zoomed past on the street only a few feet away from where I sat on a bench. The stench of gasoline was comforting, something that felt familiar and safe. All that was missing was cigarettes and pine.

I tilted my head back and groaned. "Please for the love of christ focus! You're supposed to be getting courage to ask for directions, remember?"

Directions, a lift, even a half hearted shrug would be nice. However, that meant approaching someone, which meant talking to someone, which meant showing off my poor Japanese skills...

I glare at the very clearly Japanese street sign, as if it was the reason I was procrastinating.

"Oh yeah! And remember that one time-"

My head whipped around and I watched a young woman walk down the street with a well to do looking man. Both of them appeared Japanese, and the words that I could understand, more than I swore I studied, came easily enough.

I worried my bottom lip and watched them go further down the road. Then, just as they turned a corner, I finally picked myself up and hurried after them. Concrete warmed my feet, and the cool breeze dried the beginnings of tears as I hurried.

A sharp pain in my shoulder had me stumbling, and I twisted around just to get a brown haired man only inches in front of my face. "Oi!"

I blinked as he said... Honestly, I wasn't sure what he was saying. Either he was trying to sound tough or he didn't care to enunciate, either way he didn't open his mouth enough for me to understand his Japanese.

Probably not realizing I didn’t understand him, or maybe he didn't care, he continued talking. It didn't take a genius to realize he was furious by his tone.

"Hey, lay off Satoshi. It's a civilian for fuck's sake."

The man straightened up and turned around. I took that as an oppertunity to mutter a quick sorry, before sprinting away.

Now to go cry instead of getting directions...

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The sky had dipped into a swirling array of pinks, oranges, and violets. The cold was starting to set in, and my tank top and skirt combo wasn't cutting it anymore.

I leaned against a shop and dug my bare arm against the still warm brick. I still hadn't gotten the courage to speak to anyone. More people had clogged the streets, and that led me to making myself scare in an alley for the past two hours.

Now that most people had dissapeared into bars, taxis, and their homes I had crept out of my anxiety hole with the intention to try again.

"Jesus. Now look, you're sleeping on the streets. Congrats!"

I do my best to ignore my own reflection in the shop window as I push myself off. It wasn’t the first time I'd slept in the elements against my will, but...

I curled my toes and grit my teeth as I looked around. When I spotted something neon at the edge of my vision I nearly twisted my head off to see it properly. Attached to a squat building appeared to be a bar. I darted across the street and stood outside the heavy wood door. If push came to shove I could pretend to be drunk. If push came to shove I could be a dumb gaijin.

It was okay.

I pushed the door open, and not a soul seemed to care. In fact, the only person who seemed to notice my existence was myself.

I sucked in a breath and stepped over the threshold, cold wood making my spine shiver and grilling meat made my mouth water. I made a beeline for the bar, making myself small and avoiding the bodies of the men that crowded the rather plain bar room.

I leaned against the wood bartop and a woman with her hair piled high and a bored expression approached. She looked me up and down once before raising an eyebrow.

"Foreigner, right?" She asked in slow English. "We don't serv American military-"

"I-I'm not!" I said. "Um, I'm just lost. I have no clue where I am."

"You're at Blue Moon Bar."

"N-no... In Japan. I don’t know where in Japan I am."

The woman raised an eyebrow, her gaze stuck on me even as she reached behind her for a beer and slid it down the bar. "In Japan? Are you intoxicated? Did you use drugs?"

"No! I'm defenitely sober. Look, is there an American Embassy nearby?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a large, callussed hand touch my shoulder. "Lost in this world and seeking company. A feeling I know all too well."

I kept my gaze locked on the woman as I sidestepped away from the hand until I could no longer feel it. "So um, do you have the directions? I can read a map too if you don't want to tell me."

"Lost and learned! What a wonderfully bitter sweet taste. You're like Cantarella used to-Gak!"

I yelp as I knock into the bar, a painful jolt going up my ribs.

"Shit." The bar tender muttered.

"Dazai you stupid, womanaizing, self centered, egotistical, waste of bandages and air!"

"Hey only one of those is actually true!"

I pushed myself off the bar with a quickness I hadn't expressed since middle school. Standing next to me was a tall man that had hair that was a bright blonde. His hands were wrapped around a far too skinny man's neck, seemingly uncaring if this would kill him.

I knew these people.

I had seen them only a few hours ago from the safety of my best friend's couch.

I was screaming about how important character design was.

My friend was laughing at me and agreeing.

I could still taste the maple syrup that I had dumped on my eggs.

"Yokohama." I whispered the words to myself, and wrapped my arms around my middle. "I'm in Yokohama."

I jumped as Dazai was suddenly dumped in front of me, his hair disheveled and his coat hanging off one shoulder. "Now apologize! Can't you see she was uncomfortable?"

"I'm no good at English."

"Of course you're not."

Kunikida clicked his tongue and grabbed Dazai's head and forced him to bow. "My friend apologizes for his behavior. He never meant to make you uncomfortable." He seemed to increase his grip if Dazai's whining was any indicator, and switched to Japanese. "Right?"

"Yeah! Whatever you say!"

"Actually, Mr. Kunikida," The bartender said. "Can you help her? She says she's not with the military, and doesn't even know what city we're in." Her voice lowered, and she too switched to Japanese. "I think she might be one of the Port Mafia's red light girls."

I knew my face had to be as red as the district she spoke about. I twisted on my heel and I started to walk away. Whether from ebaressment or self preservation I could analyze in the safety of a dumpster-

"Ma~tte."

I stopped dead and stared at my bare feet. All it did was earn a chuckle that made me want to burrow into the wood and curl into subflooring.

"Well now," A pair of scuffed brown shoes appeared in front of my feet, and when I looked up, I was gazing into the amused face of Osamu Dazai himself. "Looks like this one does know Japanese. Right, Cantarella?"

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Was it a bar or a tea house? I knew the difference intellectually, but the whiskey was making my head swim and I couldn't grapple onto anything that wasn't in my immediate focus.

Like the men in front of me.

"And you're sure you don't remember being on that side of town?" Kunikida asked.

I looked up from my glass, the ball shaped ice cube no longer interesting. "I mean probably not? I suck at remembering directions. I got lost in my elementary school every year after summer vacation!"

"Awe, what a shame." Dazai reached for the whiskey glass, and I snatched it back. "You gave it to me."

"I did."

"So it's mine."

"Of course! I just didn't realize you were such a light weight."

Kunikida sighed and I swore he called us both children. I swallowed the words behind my teeth, and directed my gaze from Dazai's unamused expression to Kunikida's exhausted one.

"The embassy or whatever is probably closed, yeah? Fuckin the worst."

"And now she talks like a deliquent."

"I'd be impressed if she could say anything coherent at all." Kunikida snapped. "Look, it's clear she doesn't know anything about the Port Mafia. Let's drop her off with the police and go look for that tiger."

The tiger?

Wait.

Episode one? Wasn't Kat and I on episode whatever of season four? Didn't whatever God, demon, alien that sent me here know that much?

"Maybe you're right. Damn, and to think we could have cracked something before Ranpo."

"Not in your dreams." Kunikida said as he stood up. "Come on, Miss. Let's get you to the police."

"The river."

Kunikida raised an eyebrow. "What?"

I dropped my gaze back to my whiskey when I felt both of their stares against my skin. It was probably a rule or something, right? You didn't say anything to influence the plot. You didn't insert yourself in the plot. Fanfiction or issekai or whatever 101.

But...

It wouldn't hurt, right?

Just this once to do something like this.

To be more than just me?

I giggled at that, a snorting sound that I had hated since I was a teenager. "Oh god, I'm stupid. So stupid."

"Miss?"

I look up at them both, the grip on my glass so tight my fingers were going numb. "A tiger, right? I saw something near the river."

The detectives looked at each other, before Kunikida snatched the glass away and hauled me up. "Well, looks like we got something useful out of this exchange afterall."

"Huh?"

Dazai knocked the glass back with ease before grinning at me with a smile that was far too sharp to be normal. "We got ourselves a witness."

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Translation Notes:

Matte: It can meet wait or stop in Japanese.

Cantarella: A sweet tasting poison said to be used by a certain family back in ye olden days.

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thirstychuuya · 4 years

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i have no idea how to give you this other than just submitting it so uhhh skshfhdkg i accidentally sinned a little bit :’) it was written and submitted on mobile so hopefully the formatting won’t be too fucky but thank you for the inspiration and for this whole blog and aaaaaaa chuuyaaaaa 🤤

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“Date of interrogation... August fourthteenth.”

The voice echoed in my ears and flooded my brain with excitement. How he let nothing of his own anticipation show, so formal and business-like, how very real it felt.

His perfectly polished dress shoes clicked lightly on the floor as he circled me, taking another long drag of his cigarette.

“Executive of interrogation,” he leaned against the desk, looking out the high-rise windows of his office. “Nakahara Chuuya.” He stated, smoke puffing from between his lips with every syllable. He ground his cigarette in the overfull ashtray next to the recorder, snuffing it out with practiced ease.

The weight of the chains pinning me down was heavy, to say the least. He didn’t need to bring out his ability yet, no- there were hooks on either side of his desk cemented into the floor. The chains were attached to those, and they had no slack whatsoever. They wrapped tightly over me and pressed me into the wood, pinching into my lower back every time I tried to breathe deeply. My legs barely touched the floor where his chair would usually be.

Briefly I wondered if he’d used this set up for actual interrogations, or if he installed the hooks just for me. I shivered.

He didn’t let me think any farther, though. He lifted himself off the oak furnishing and continued circling me, heels of his shoes tapping against the polished floor, and I felt like prey just dying for the predator to stop playing with it’s food. But I was going to be good. I always was.

“Purpose, and-or information to be acquired,” he read off the script burned into his mind from experience. He hesitated though, looking oh-so-thoughtful as he pondered his options, before smiling again, wolfishly, and leaning close to my ear.

“I’m sure we’ll find something... mutually beneficial.”

His tongue dripped with dominance and I was already panting, squirming, wishing he’d cuffed my hands a little looser- no, tighter.

His breath left my neck and I heard the rolling of his chair’s wheels approach me from behind. I heard him sit down, heard the fabric of his pants rustle as he put one ankle over his knee. I knew that pose- I could see it clearly in my memory. He only ever sat that way to turn me on, to look down on me from his imaginary throne. He would lean back now, bringing a finger to his lips and biting it gently, taking in whatever sight he’d set before him- which, at the moment, I hoped was pleasing him greatly.

I wore that skirt I knew he loved- it was just long enough to be modest, but light and thin, any gust of wind would lift it, any curious hand could feel what was underneath it (though, of course, only his was allowed to). And there wasn’t anything to be felt- I knew what I was doing when I brought up the idea, long before he dragged me by my wrist into his office and locked the door. I knew what he liked, so I didn’t bother wearing anything underneath- he would have torn it to shreds, anyway.

He pushed himself forward in his chair, the wheels clattering over the lines of the tile floor, and his hands found the outsides of my thighs. He pulled on them slightly, urging me to spread them wider, and when I did, he let out a sigh of contentment, breath tickling my oversensitive skin.

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

His voice was still even, still strict, but the words slid down my spine like ice.

“You’ve done some very bad things.”

His thumbs were rubbing circles where my thighs met my ass, avoiding all the places I wanted his touch.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

His question was routine and could have fit into any context, but I knew what he wanted me to say. What could I find to apologize for, to beg him for forgiveness over? Had I teased him, had I made him hard at work, had I worn a shirt that revealed a little too much for him to handle? I honestly couldn’t think of anything. I shook my head, rattling the chains gently.

“Please use your words, the recorder is audio only.”

Fuck, that tone, how many times had he said that to someone he was brutalizing during his real dirty work? How many people had spat in his face for it? How many people had he pistolwhipped or stabbed for not cooperating? Did he laugh when they begged for mercy? I sure hoped he did. Seeing that side of him was an aphrodisiac, and I wanted to drink it all in.

I almost couldn’t reply, mouth too occupied biting my lower lip from the salacious thoughts invading my mind. I stuttered and choked out a small “I don’t know”.

“You don’t know.”

He reiterated with a theatric sigh of exasperation. I wanted more touch than I was getting, his nails scraping at my skin as they gently pressed into the softness of my upper thighs. I tried to press them together, to get at least a little bit of friction, but his hands immediately snapped between them and roughly wrenched them even farther open.

He clicked his tongue derisively.

“That’s why.”

I could only whimper. I could tell this was going to be a rough ride. Half of me wished he’d get on with it already... half of me wished he would never stop.

His hands were putting a firm pressure on my legs, and it felt good, but not good enough. I wiggled just a little bit, trying to entice him, desperately and pathetically.

I felt his hands leave me and whined before suddenly one hand was gripping the back of my neck, pressing my face into the desk, as he loomed over me from behind.

“It’s because of shit like that you’re all chained up now. You just can’t control yourself.”

I whined again. Whimpered, even. He was right, he was totally right, but how could I control myself when I’d been daydreaming about this all day?

I shifted my hips back, hoping to feel his own pelvis behind them, wanting to grind on something, tempt him. But he’d already sat back down before I could even move.

“You’re pathetic.” He whispered, with a beautiful grin in his voice.

“I didn’t think I’d have to use this today, but clearly it’s a necessary evil,” he sighed. I heard a click and velcro strap being ripped apart, the sound of something being removed from somewhere. What the hell was it? A toy? Him? I wanted it. I wanted it bad.

I got my wish. Something finally poked at my entrance, something cold, and smooth. It wasn’t a toy- at least, not one that I recognized- and it was metal, too.

“Do you know what this is?”

His voice was struggling to keep the formality, lust seeping into his throat and twisting his tongue.

“N-no... I don’t know.”

Suddenly, violently, it was inside me. I almost screamed- maybe I did, I couldn’t tell. My mind went haywire. It felt good.

“How about now?”

With a hot breath I clenched around it, trying to understand it’s form while also trying to get it deeper inside me. I still couldn’t tell what it fucking was.

Another sigh. He sounded so irritated, but I knew he was anything but. He was loving this. Every second of it.

“You don’t seem to know much of anything. I’ll give you a hint.”

The chilled metal dragged slowly out of me, and I instinctively bucked backwards, trying to recapture it. I heard his chair lean back and felt his arm brush past me as he raised it up, toward the ceiling-

BANG.

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Dust and fragments of the ceiling’s surface clattered to the floor and the surface of the desk. The sound of the chains rattling stopped short as I froze, adrenaline burning in my blood. A strong, smoky smell overpowered the cigarette’s scent, and the sound rang in my ears.

It was a gun.

Before I could fully process the thought it was back inside me again- hot, burning hot, from the heat of the bullet leaving the chamber. Fuck, it was loaded.

Chuuya dragged the weapon out and pushed it back in, slowly, so fucking slowly, and I trembled with so many emotions all at once I couldn’t keep track. He kept moving it, letting me feel that weight of it inside me, the power behind it, the lethality.

“How about now?”

I could tell he had a smirk on his perfect face, the kind that made me go weak at the knees even when he wasn’t shoving a deadly weapon into my pussy.

“G-gun!” I cried out, clinging to the cuffs around my wrists, chains clinking loudly as I frantically tried to press myself back into the movements.

He laughed, low and dark, shoving the barrel as deep as it would go, watching me twitch and drip with arousal, moaning right into the voice recorder.

“That’s right,” he whispered.

“Good girl.”

#okay but H O T #chuuya approves ;)#i am so happy with this istg #submission

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yellowcanna · 5 years

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Two Sides, Same Coin

Summary: Since the beginning of Quirks, Yokohama has announced independence from Japan and closed itself from the rest of the world.

To this day and age, no one knows what lies within the city of Yokohama—or that was what the public was made to believe. In reality, Yokohama has long fallen into the control of the world’s largest criminal organization known as the Port Mafia.

Follow Class 1-A as their principal organized a field trip to Yokohama! In their short trip there, they must change their perspectives and learn exactly what it means to be justice and what it means to be villains.

Rating: T

Genre: Crossover, hint of shounen-ai (boy love)

Pairing: Contains mild Soukoku (Dazai x Chuuya) and Shin Soukoku (Akutagawa x Atsushi) if you squint

Author: Canna / Yellow Canna

Status: Ongoing

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CHAPTER 4

YOKOHAMA

The day of the trip to Yokohama arrived faster than the students had anticipated.

Sunday at 4:45 am, Midoriya Izuku stepped out of his dorm. He was fifteen minutes early, but he found that pretty much everyone was already gathered at the school gate. Pulling along his luggage, he hurriedly joined his classmates.

“Deku-kun!” Uraraka was the first to greet him. “Good morning.”

“Ah, goodmor—NING?!” Midoriya squeaked out that last part when he saw the heavy bags beneath her eyes. “W-what happened?!”

“Seems she didn’t sleep last night, gero.” Tsuyu who was standing beside Uraraka explained.

“N-no, I think I slept for maybe three hours…” Uraraka weakly laughed as she scratched the back of her head. “I guess I’m too excited!”

Excited?

Midoriya could only muster a weak smile. He knew that was a lie. Rather than excitement, they were all feeling nervous, anxious and unease. He hadn’t gotten much sleep either…not since learning about Yokohama.

Today was finally the day where they will enter the city of criminals…how could they not worry?

“That’s no good, Uraraka-kun!” The class president reprimanded as he came over to them. “Not sleeping is bad for your body! Not to mention it will cloud your judgment and slow your reflexes when in battle!”

“Good morning Iida—KUN?!” Midoriya’s voice cracked once again when he saw the taller boy. His eyes met with those bloodshot and dry eyes that reminded him of Aizawa’s. They were staring unblinkingly into the distance with blackened bags underneath.

"I heard he's been standing at the gate since 9:00..." Sero whispered helpfully.

“Eh?!” Midoriya gapped but gasp, but when he turned to Sero, he found that the other got dark circles under his eyes as well.

No, it wasn’t just them. Now that he observed his classmates closely, they were all talking quietly, lacking their usual rowdiness and energy. Nearly all of them got dark bags under their eyes except for Todoroki, Tsuyu, Shouji, and Tokoyami—though honestly, Midoriya couldn't tell on the last one due to the feathers.

"Kacchan isn’t here yet?” Midoriya asked, immediately noticing his childhood friend's lack of presence. Kirishima wasn’t here either.

“We’re here!” A voice shouted as Midoriya turned to see the familiar and energetic redhead running over with an angry Bakugou—as usual.

"Man, I can't believe I overslept!" Kirishima laughed as they stopped before the group. “Good thing Bakugou came to get me or I’ll get scolded by Aizawa-sensei!”

“I DIDN’T COME FOR YOU!!” Bakugou roared. “I WAS JUST PASSING BY—”

“So!” Kisirhima turned to the rest of the class, oblivious to his ragging companion beside him. “Did something happened last night? You guys don’t look so good!”

“HEY! DON’T FUCKING IGNORE ME!!”

Fortunately, principal Nezu arrived at that moment with All Might and their homeroom teacher. If any of the teachers noticed the class' sleep-deprived states, they didn’t say a word about it.

“Ahem~” The principal cleared his throat as he stood before the students with his paws folded behind his back. “Good morning everyone! I hoped you all had a great rest!”

Midoriya couldn’t help but sweat-dropped like most of his classmates. Was the principal trying to crack a joke, or was he poking fun at their lack of sleep?

"First, I must thank you all for choosing to participate in this trip. It takes great courage to decide to attend this field trip, and I am happy to see that not a single student has backed out. I understand that a lot of you are feeling unease, but I am sure that will change once you've entered Yokohama."

The students stared at the white mouse quietly. Despite his words, none of them were reassured. How could they? They are entering a criminal city—an isolated criminal city.

“Inside Yokohama, there is one rule you must always remember to follow,” Nezu told them seriously, the smile he wore just seconds ago vanishing from that furry face. "That rule is that no Quirk shall be used inside the city, no matter the circumstances. Please do bear that in mind."

All at once, gasps could be heard as the students stared at their teachers in disbelieve.

No quirks?!

That’s pretty much asking them to walk into a lion cage naked without any weapons to defend themselves!

“Sensei!” Yaoyorozu quickly raised her hand to object.

“Yes,” Nezu nodded to her, giving her permission to speak.

“What if it was for self-protection? Can we use Quirk then?”

“…No, you may not.” Nezu answered.

The students couldn’t even gasp anymore. They all stared at the principal as if he had lost his mind. Perhaps he had, that would explain this ridiculous rule.

“We can’t use Quirk even if we’re attacked?!” Kaminari shouted, not bothering to raise his hand anymore.

“That’s right!” Ashido joined in.

“Absolutely no Quirk is to be used,” Nezu repeated. “As long as you do not use your Quirks, there will be no danger to you. Please keep that in mind.”

The students wanted to say more, but Nezu raised his paw, silencing all of their protests.

“The Port Mafia has sent their guides to greet you at the Tokyo harbour. Once there, they will take you into Yokohama. The ride will be two hours long. If you need to use the bathroom, now is the time, as there won’t be any stops in-between!”

Midoriya could barely hear his words, as his mind was stuck on the fact that none of them were allowed to use their Quirks.

But why?

Why aren’t they allowed to use their Quirks?

Midoriya wasn’t blind, and neither are his classmates. They all saw the principal’s expression when he had told them that they couldn’t use their Quirks. The principal was firmly set on that rule, even if they argue, he won’t change his mind.

“In Yokohama, you will be under the care of an agency called the Armed Detective Agency. During your stay, you will all be following them and observing how they work.”

“A detective firm?!” Kirishima blurted out, obviously not expecting that. In fact, none of them had expected to hear that they will be staying at such a …lawful sounding place.

So maybe…it won’t be as dangerous as they thought?

“Well, that will be all from me!” Nezu said as with a wave of his paw. “I wish you all a safe and fun trip!”

With that, the principal left, leaving behind Aizawa and All Might to take care of the rest.

“I will now take attendance," Aizawa said, holding up the clipboard with the class attendance sheet. “When I call your name, come up and hand your bags to the driver,” he gestured to the bus driver stepping out of the tour bus. "After that, you can get on the bus and find a seat."

With that, Aizawa started going through the names.

One by one, the students went up, giving their luggage to the driver and grabbing a seat on the bus.

Midoriya ended up sitting right next to a super uptight Iida. Across from them on the same row were Uraraka and Tsuyu.

Bakugou was with Kirishima at the very back. Bakugou looked as if he couldn’t care less about the whole thing while Kirishima was checking his backpack to see if he got everything.

Koda shivering in his seat while Todoroki next to him had already fallen back to sleep. Apparently, it was too early for him.

Mineta and Kaminari sat by each other, looked as if the world was ending as they complained about the ridiculous request from the principal.

Ashido and Hagakure sitting in front of them were doing the same.

Shouji and Tokoyami were quiet, but their faces showed how nervous they actually were. Sero and Ojiro were very much the same.

Jirou and Yaoyorozu quietly talking over what had happened.

Aoyama was shaking so back he looked like he was going to faint. He was spluttering and crying while Satou who was unfortunate enough to sit beside him tried to calm him down.

When the bus finally moved, all their conversations stopped, leaving nothing but silence in the vehicle.

The ride felt like an eternity, especially with how two-third of the class were heavily lacking in sleep. The shaking of the bus was like sweet temptation trying to lull them in, but the tension in their brains forced them to stay awake and alert.

Aizawa and All Might sitting at the very front pretended not to notice the class’s unusual silence. After all, there was nothing they could say or do that can ease the children’s mind. So after the first half-hour of quietness, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore and decided to talk about something.

That someone is Kaminari.

“That detective place that principal Nezu said…what do you guys think about it?”

“Isn’t it weird? Why is there a detective firm in a criminal city?” Sero pointed out.

“It couldn’t be a trap by those criminals, could it?!” Mineta shook in horror.

“Of course it won’t!” Iida fired back, offended that Mineta would even accuse of something so outrageous. “This field trip is organized by principal Nezu himself! I'm certain that this detective agency is a very righteous, crime-fighting organization within Yokohama!"

“Maybe it’s like The Last Heroes!” Ashido said excitedly—or at least, as excited as she could with those deep purple circles under her black eyes. "In the city of ruins, only one group of Heroes stand to fight against the invaders!"

“I love that movie!” Hagakure piped in.

“I wanted that movie three times!” Uraraka joined in.

Soon, the tension around them eased as they somehow began chatting about the most recent movies. Perhaps it was due to the tension finally easing. Exhaustion finally overwhelmed a lot of the students as they fell asleep in their seats.

The ones that were still awake kept quiet at the sight, allowing their classmates some well-deserved rest.

With Iida also nodding off beside him, Midoriya stared out the window as the bus entered the highway. The smile was lost on his face as he thought of their destination—Yokohama. No matter how much he wrecked his brain, he couldn’t understand the purpose behind this entire trip.

What exactly was it that All Might wanted him to see?

What did principal Nezu expect them to see?

What is in that city governed by bad guys?

Why aren’t they allowed to use Quirks?

With these thoughts plaguing his mind, Midoriya slowly dozed off...

An explosion in the distance. Black fumes rose towards the sky as huge vines were seen breaking through the ground and destroying the buildings around it. People’s cries could be heard as they escape from the vicinity, screaming for Heroes to come save the day.

The tour bus drove by as if it didn’t notice the chaos and danger. An eerie silence filled the interior of the bus. No one on the bus spoke up or reacted in any way. They sat in their seats, eyes tightly sealed and breathings even.

Soft greenish light particles gently drifted down, touching the tip of Midoriya’s nose before vanishing out of existence. Green aurora light created by countless small characters spread through the bus. The light flickered and the air that was clear just seconds ago was now covered by a thin layer of fog.

The two teachers sitting at the very front were fast asleep much like their students.

None of them were able to see how the driver's form completely changed during that flicker of light.

The forty years old man had turned into a youth with soft brownish-orange hair sticking out from beneath the black driver cap. The cap was pulled low over his eyes, covering the upper half of his face in shadow while the lower half of his face was concealed by a gas mask.

The bus drove into an underground tunnel as the green light shrouded its form.

It never came back to the surface.

Just like that, the bus of twenty students and two teachers from U.A. High School vanished from Musutafu without a trace.

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When Aizawa woke to the darkness with weird grogginess in the back of his head, he instantly knew something was wrong.

In all his years as a Pro Hero working to capture villains, he had trained his body to act the instant something didn't feel right. Without his head fully clearing, he already up on his feet, hands fisting his Capturing Weapon as he forced his eyes to snap open and analyze the situation.

They were still on the bus, but Aizawa couldn’t see anything but darkness beyond the window. There was only the sound of engine, shaking of the bus and dim flickers of lights passing by that indicated that the vehicle was still moving. Although the windows were all tightly shut, he could still hear a faint echo from the outside.

So they were in an underground tunnel.

The children were all here, and so was All Might. They were all still asleep. The scent in the air was clean. He didn’t smell anything weird or out of place. The raven-haired teacher gritted his teeth, unable to believe how careless he had been. He had completely let off his guard just because the bus was organized by the school.

His eyes finally narrowed towards the extra passenger on the bus.

Sitting at the front row seat right next to the two teachers was a blond-haired man with glasses. Judging from his body proportion, Aizawa concluded that he must be around 190 centimeters. He wore a black long-sleeved dress shirt with a beige vest and matching pants.

In his hand was a green notebook with the kanji characters ‘Ideal’ written on it. Before Aizawa was fully conscious, he had heard the sound of something scratching against paper. This man must have been writing something just before the underground Hero had jumped onto his feet.

“Who are you?” Aizawa demanded, his eyes flicking towards the bus driver, then back to the unknown man.

He wasn’t stupid enough to forget about the middle-aged man who must be the blond’s companion. He had no idea what they did. He hadn’t smelled anything wrong or noticed anything different before passing out.

Could it be a type of Quirk? And more importantly, who was this man? Aizawa had memorized all the names and appearances of major Villains and none of them matched this man before him.

Or perhaps he wasn't a Villain. If so, then there was only one thing Aizawa could think of...

The Port Mafia.

“Calm down, we merely put them to sleep.” The blond-haired man said as he gazed down to his wristwatch. "They should be waking up any time now.”

As if on cue, soft hums and groans traveled from behind the teacher.

The students were waking up one after the other.

All Might was the first to wake up. He blinked a couple of times before his instincts kicked in as well. Despite no longer having his power, he was still able to quickly access the situation as he too stood up to face the stranger occupying the other seat.

“Hmm…”

“Gero?”

“Are we there yet?”

“Ngh! That was a good nap!”

“Hey! Weird hairdo! GET UP!”

“Where are we?”

“Oh, we’re here?”

“Wha? Is it time to get off?”

In an instant, the entire bus was rowdy with life again.

However…

“Quiet!” One command from the Erasure Hero silenced them all. It was then that they noticed the tension swirling around their teachers and a man whom they’ve never seen before.

“Who’s that?” Ashido whispered to Hagakure who responded with a shrugging motion.

“A friend…?” Uraraka mumbled, but the moment she saw the cautious on the two teachers, she immediately knew that was wrong.

“Enemy!” Bakugou, Todoroki, and Midoriya said at the exact same time as Aizawa stepped forward.

“Port Mafia?” He questions, ready to activate his Quirk at any given time.

The moment he said those two words, the students immediately fell silent as their muscles tightened, looking as if they will jump into action the moment their teachers permit them.

The blond man closed the notebook in his hand and stood up, facing the teachers as well as giving the students a clear view of him.

“Do I look like someone from the Port Mafia?” He rebuked, seeming offended to be mistaken as them. “My name is Doppo Kunikida. I’ve been tasked by our President to bring you to our agency.”

“You’re from the Armed Detective Agency?” Toshinori asked, looking at the man before turning his gaze to the bus driver who hadn’t spoken a single word. These were the people that will be taking care of them in Yokohama?

“Correct.” Kunikida replied, adjusting his glasses. “I apologize for the way we brought you in, but we cannot allow you to know the entrance to Yokohama.”

“Yokohama?!” Ashido shouted.

“Then, you mean right now we’re…!” Yaoyorozu gasped as she along with few other students looked out the window, but all they saw was pitch blackness.

That darkness didn’t last long though.

The next moment, the bus emerged into the bright blinding light that forced all of them to shut their eyes.

“Welcome to Yokohama.” Kunikida’s voice spoke from somewhere in the distance as the beautiful landscape of the city matched with the bright blue sky that was revealed to them.

The students were dumbfounded as the bus drove down the curved slope and headed for the city below.

“We’re on a mountain?!” Kaminari shouted when he realized where they were.

“Wait, how did we already get to Yokohama?” Kirishima shouted, unable to wrap his head around how a nap had landed them within the mysterious city.

The first thing Midoriya noticed was how high up the sun was in the sky. Even before he fell asleep, the sun was just barely peeking out from the horizon. He wasn’t the only one who noticed. The two experienced Heroes also didn’t miss such obvious indication of how long they’ve been out for.

Aizawa slowly let go of his Capture Weapon. It wasn’t like he trusted this man, but if this really was Yokohama, then they were already in the enemy territory. Fighting at a place like this will only bring danger to all of them, especially when he has zero knowledge of Abilities.

What also made him wary was whether or not these people were Ability users. Nezu didn’t tell them how to spot Ability users, but just from the blond-haired man’s postures, Aizawa could tell this man knew how to fight. His partner (the bus driver) must be experienced in battle as well.

Seeing Aizawa no longer showing any signs of attacking, the man—Kunikida, sat back down. He pulled out a pen, flipped his notebook open and started jolting things down onto the page.

Toshinori placed a hand onto Aizawa’s shoulder, hinting for him not to do anything. Aizawa huffed. He didn't like the feeling of being in someone else's palm, but there was nothing he could do about it. He sat back down, cautiously eyeing the man claiming to be from the detective agency, then to the driver.

The ride down the mountain took half an hour. When they entered the city, the students were all blown away. Even Aizawa was taken back as he gazed out the window from the corner of his eyes.

Toshinori had seen this view already, but even so, he couldn't help but stare.

“This…this is…it isn’t…” Iida stuttered over his words a couple of times, unable to come up with the correct one to describe what he was seeing.

“Definitely not what I imagined, right Bakugou?” A huge smile stretched apart on Kirishima’s face as he turned to his companion.

“AH?! I TOTALLY EXPECTED THIS!” Bakugou hollered defensively.

“Woah!” Kaminari gapped at the scenery in awe. “Everything is so retro!”

"Hmm~ They have refined taste!" Aoyama nodded approvingly, though he was still a bit pale from the initial fright of the blond stranger.

“I’ve only seen these kinds of buildings in history books!” Hagakura squealed to Ashido.

“These kinds of structures were very common hundreds of years ago around the era when Quirk began to appeared," Yaoyorozu explained to her classmates.

“Everyone, I think you should take a look at the people," Ojiro suddenly spoke out with a complicated look on his face. At that, the students stopped flaunting over the buildings and finally took noticed of the people on the street.

They were all blown away by the fact that they were all…well, similar. As in, they all got only four limbs, similar skin colour as well as body sizes…

There was no one with any extra limps...

No one with pink skin…

No one with engines in their legs, earphone jacks for ears or tape in their arms…

No one with any animal characteristic...

No one who is invisible…

…Or balls for head.

And this wasn’t just one or two people. It was a whole bunch of them.

These were the people of Yokohama.

“Old Humans…” Midoriya whispered, eyes shining as he remembered what their teachers had told them about the civilians here.

These were all Quirkless human beings.

No, to be precise, they were humans that retained the same genes as their ancestors.

“So these are Old Humans.” Shouji stared at all these people they passed by. Since the tour bus windows were tinted, none of the people outside were aware that they were being gawked by a bunch of high schoolers.

“I feel so out of place now,” Sero said jokingly.

“But isn’t this a city ruled by criminals?” Jiro pointed out the very important fact they were all conveniently forgetting.

When the class heard of a city ruled by criminals, the first thing that came to their mind was chaos and ruins. After all, that’s what Villains do, right?

"It looked just like any other places to me," Kirishima said, looking around as he tried to spot any Vill—no, criminals.

“Are you an idiot?” Bakugou grumbled, eyes narrowing as he looked over the city.

Todoroki’s mismatched eyes were also sweeping over the people outside. Though he didn’t say anything, there was a serious look on his face as his brows slowly furrowed.

“Hey…don’t you guys feel something different?” Uraraka suddenly asked, gaining the class’s attention.

“What do you mean?” Yaoyorozu questioned.

“Umm…I don’t know.” Uraraka thought hard, but she couldn't tell them what exactly was wrong. "Just something felt…off? Or maybe something's missing?"

“…I feel the same.” Tsuyu agreed.

“Excusez-moi?” Aoyama looked around.

“What are you guys talking about?” Ashido turned to Hagakure who was seemingly shaking her head and hands, indicating how she didn’t know either.

"I don't feel anything," Kaminari mumbled before turning to Mineta. “Hey, Mineta—”

“Just a bit more…just a bit more…!” Mineta’s face was smeared against the window, hot breaths coming out in puffs with his eyeballs nearing budging out as he gawked at a girl walking down the street. She was wearing a very short skirt that fluttered every time a car passed by…

“Just a bit more…!!”

So caught up in trying to see up the girl’s skirt, the petite pervert didn’t realize how his classmates (mostly the girls) were looking at him as if he was a pile of trash left in some forgotten alley to rot away.

At the very front of the bus, Kunikida’s eyebrow twitched as he jotted something onto his notebook.

Midoriya’s eyes swept through the city and the people. Yes, he had felt it too. The moment he looked outside, Midoriya already noticed something weird about everything, but he couldn’t put a finger on what exactly wasn’t right. He wasn’t given much time to dwell on that fact, as another half an hour later, they’ve arrived at their destination.

The students and teachers stood at the corner of a crossway with their luggage. They gazed up at the red building in front of them. It was a nice building, but it was very simple and ordinary…not exactly what any of them had in mind when they heard the word agency. After all, every Hero agency, no matter how small, got their unique styles to their buildings. This, on the other hand, was just a plain office building.

“This is where we, the Armed Detective Agency, operate!” Kunikida declared, earning nothing but looks and silence from the group. The blond didn't seem to mind the lack of reaction as he continued. “The Armed Detective Agency focuses on solving crimes that are considered too violent or difficult for the police to handle. Often, these crimes are of a supernatural origin, therefore almost all of our members are Ability users.”

“Please wait!”

“What is it?” Kunikida asked, looking over to Iida who was the one that interrupted.

“You said the police just now!” Iida had a disbelieving look on his face, much like the rest of his classmates.

“Yeah, I did.”

“You have police here?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t we?” Kunikida deadpanned as if it was an extremely dumb question.

“Isn’t Yokohama run by criminals?” Midoriya pointed out.

“What does that have to do with having police?” Kunikida didn’t say that in any mocking way. It seemed like he was genuinely confused by Midoriya’s questions. It was as if he didn’t think anything was wrong with having police in a city ruled by criminals.

The entire Class1-A just stared at their guide in awkward silence. None of them knew how to proceed with their questions. This man obviously didn't get their point and they certainly don't get his.

“Oops, that was close!” Kunikida gazed down at his silver wristwatch. “Now come along, we have no more seconds to waste! Get inside before you make a scene.”

Scene? What scene? The students looked around, but they couldn't understand what the man was talking about. Despite speaking the same language, they're starting to wonder if their Japanese was different than Yokohama's Japanese. Otherwise, why was it so hard to communicate?

"Let’s go," Aizawa said in his usual indifferent tone as he and All Might followed the man. The students looked among each other before they grabbed their luggage and trailed after their teachers.

They stepped into the building which they will be staying at for the remainder of their trip here at Yokohama.

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you were my new dream (2/5) (skk Tangled au!)

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part one

Chuuya screams.

“Fuck,” the redhead curses out, still aiming the frying pan in his hands to the figure lying face down on the ground. “Fuck fuck fuck. Shit. Fuck. What the fuck am I gonna do?” He babbles, voice increasingly rising in volume.

Akutagawa, who was currently resting on Chuuya’s shoulder, flicks his face with his tail. Calm down, idiot.

Chuuya takes deep breaths, forcing himself to calm his racing heart. The man hadn’t moved from his graceless position on the floor—Chuuya supposes that he’d knocked the man out. He steps closer, leaning over the man to take a closer look. “Is he dead?” He whispers, and in response, Akutagawa crawls down his arm and onto the floor, walking close to the man’s face to listen to his breaths. He makes eye contact with Chuuya, shaking his head.

Chuuya breathes a sigh of relief, tilting his head to the side as he studies the man. Mori’s stories of bad men with sharp teeth and the terrible things they’d do if they found Chuuya race through his mind, sending the fear he’d recently dissipated storming back through his heart. Biting his lip, he uses the pan handle to move the man’s lips out of the way, his heart rate calming once he sees normal teeth. He frowns. So Mori wasn’t completely right...

The man’s disheveled dark brown hair covered the side of his face, blocking it from Chuuya’s view. Chuuya hesitantly uses the handle of the frying pan to move the hair away, not wanting to touch the man.

Huh.

The man was...kind of handsome.

The light that shone through the window highlighted the side of the man’s face, showing off his smooth skin. His eyelashes were so long they almost brushed his cheeks. Chuuya leans closer, tempted to try to run his fingers through the man’s hair…

The man opens his eyes in a blank stare. They’re a deep golden brown that almost takes Chuuya’s breath away.

“Fuck!” Chuuya screams, and before he realizes it, he’s slammed the frying pan into the man’s face again, knocking him out a second time.

There’s a pause. Akutagawa gives him a look. Nice going, Chuuya.

“Shut up,” he grumbles, before a realization zooms through his mind, making his eyes widen in excitement. He moves to grab the man from under his armpits. Chuuya easily hauls the man up onto his back. “He’s lighter than expected,” he muses to himself, adjusting his grip before moving to his wardrobe and opening the door. He throws the man into the wardrobe with little to no concern, slamming the doors shut and placing a chair in front of it so that if the man woke up he wouldn’t be able to get out.

Akutagawa pulls on the hem of his pant leg with his mouth. What do you think you’re doing?

“Proving Mori wrong,” he says, voice filled with a newly founded sense of determination. “This is proof that I can handle myself out there. He might let me go see the lights once he sees this.”

The satchel the man left on the floor catches his attention. He moves towards it and picks it up, eyebrows scrunching together as he sees the contents inside.

The first thing he sees is a wanted poster of a really ugly man that vaguely looks familiar. Disregarding it, he grabs the other item, eyes widening. It was a crown, lined with blue and white jewels. He frowns as he examines it, rotating it between his hands.

He turns towards the mirror, frown deepening. His gaze flickers between the crown in his hands and his reflection.

Just put it on already.

He scowls, glaring daggers at the chameleon on the floor, who was observing with a bored expression. “Fuck you,” he retorts, before putting the crown on his head. The frown on his face softens as he turns his head from side to side, studying his appearance. He combs his hair with his fingers, brushing it away from his face.

He feels a rush of déjà vu, causing him to frown again.

Something about this crown feels familiar...

“Chuuya!”

He rips the crown off his head, stuffing it into the satchel and into a nearby vase, scrambling to the window. He throws his hair out the window with a flourish, effortlessly pulling the Mori and Elise up.

“We have a surprise for you,” Mori states as he enters the tower, Elise giggling happily.

“I do too,” Chuuya replies, making an effort to hide the eagerness in his voice.

“I wanna go first!” Elise cries out, and Chuuya smiles, nodding his agreement. “Me and Rintarou bought you wine!”

“What— Really?” He exclaims, honestly surprised. The first time Mori let Chuuya try wine, Chuuya had loved it so much and things had gotten out of control…

“Yes,” the older man says, smiling. “I thought it’d be nice to get you a treat for your birthday tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” Chuuya says graciously, before moving towards the wardrobe. He places a hand on the chair, ready to move it and show Mori his surprise. “uh about my birthday… I was just thinking about the things we were talking about earlier…”

The smile on Mori’s face turns tight. “You aren’t still talking about the lights, are you?” He asks, moving to place the items he’d gotten onto the table. “Because I thought we moved on from this already, Chuuya.”

“I know, but I—”

“Chuuya, you’re not allowed to leave this tower. I’ve told you a thousand times. There are people out there who will hurt you in order to get your ability.”

“Please Mori, just listen to me. You think I won’t be able to handle myself out there—”

“I know you can’t handle yourself out there, Chuuya.”

“Well, I know that I can, if you’d just—”

“Chuuya.”

“If you’d just trust me, Mori—”

“Chuuya, enough.”

“Mori, come on! I—”

Mori slams the bottle of wine onto the table so harshly that the items on it shake form the force, the loud boom effectively shutting Chuuya up. Elise backs away from Mori, expression showing the slightest hint of fear. When Mori speaks, his voice sends shivers up Chuuya’s spine. “Chuuya, you are never going to leave this tower, no matter what. Have I made myself clear?”

Chuuya doesn’t answer. He feels his eyes burn with tears but forces them to stay back. He hasn’t cried since he was a little boy, and even then, it was rare.

Never going to leave…

He was never going to leave?

He was going to spend his entire life in this tower, doing the same things over and over again, going through the same motions every day…

He can’t. He can’t do that. He needs—

He needs this one wish to come true.

Mori sighs, the tension leaving his body. “My apologies. I let my temper get the best of me.”

There’s a long pause. Chuuya forces himself to take a deep breath.

“I just wanted to say,” Chuuya begins softly, after a few moments have passed, “that I know what I want for my birthday now.”

“And what is it that you want?” Mori questions, sounding tired as he moves to run his fingers through Elise’s hair. The girl remains quiet and timid.

“That paint you got me one year,” he answers quietly, “made from the shells.”

Mori frowns. “That is a very long trip, Chuuya. About three days.” Seeing Chuuya’s expression, the man sighs again, nodding. “Will you be alright on your own?”

“Yeah,” he reassures, attempting a smile. “I’ll be fine.”

Elise pulls at Mori’s jacket. “Rintarou, can I come too?”

“Of course.”

Chuuya moves into the kitchen and begins to pack food for their trip. Before they leave, Mori pulls Chuuya into a hug.

“I love you very much, Chuuya.”

“I love you too, Rintarou,” he replies, without any hesitation.

He watches the two of them leave, waving at them as they walked out the exit of the meadow. The moment the two of them leave his sight, Chuuya runs to the wardrobe, removing the chair and opening the doors. The mysterious man falls face first onto the floor.

Akutagawa pops up from his hiding place and shares a look with Chuuya.

“Oops,” Chuuya mutters, hauling the man back up and plopping him onto the chair. He begins to use his hair to tie the man up, starting with his wrists.

Akutagawa crawls up onto his shoulder. What if Mori finds out?

Chuuya bites his lip. “He won’t,” he says back, tightening the man’s restraints. “It’ll work out, Ryuunosuke. Don’t worry.”

Akutagawa just snuggles closer to Chuuya’s neck.

Dazai wakes up with someone’s tongue in his ear. He yelps, shaking his shoulders, and realizes that a chameleon had been sticking its tongue in his ear.

He frantically glances around, quickly discovering that he’s tied down to a chair. He begins to squirm, frowning as he studies his restraints more closely. “Is this...hair?” He questions, studying the trail of red hair on the floor that continued all the way up to the rafters on the ceiling. He squints, barely making out the silhouette of a figure.

“Why did you come here?” The figure calls out, voice startlingly strong and demanding. “How did you find this place?”

Dazai grins. “I don’t talk to faceless voices.”

There’s a pause. The person drops down from his hiding spot, but his face is still covered by shadows. Slowly, the person walks into the light.

Dazai gawks.

The first thing he notices (though he supposes he technically noticed the crazily long red hair first,) is the young man’s eyes. They’re a deep blue that match the shade of morning glories. The man was small, but built, his muscles in his arms showing through his loose, light blue shirt whenever he moved his arms, lifting the sleeves.. He stood with an air of confidence and pride that surprised him.

In other words, this young man was quite pretty. Maybe even beautiful.

The redhead holds a frying pan in his hands, and Dazai inwardly cringes. So that was why his head was hurting so badly…

“How did you find this place?” The redhead repeats, glaring at him. “What do you want? Answer me.”

Dazai whistles. “Confident and pretty.”

The man falters, scarlet spreading across his cheeks. “What? I’m not—”

“And cute, too,” Dazai continues, smirking at the way the blush on the other’s face intensifies. He tilts his head to the side, smiling flirtily. “The name’s Dazai Osamu, by the way. Will you commit a double suicide with me?”

“What? No! What the fuck is wrong with you?” The redhead exclaims, aiming the frying pan at his face. “I’m the one asking the questions, Dazai Osamu—” Chuuya freezes, a smirk beginning to form on his face. “Wait, Dazai Osamu? As in the ugly guy on this poster?” He reaches down to pick up the wanted poster from the floor.

Dazai huffs. “It’s not my fault I’m too handsome for artists to accurately capture,” he states defensively.

“Right,” Chuuya says dryly, “now answer my questions..." Chuuya's eyes flicker to the wanted poster again, reading the words, "...you thief. How did you find me?”

“I just happened to find this place by pure luck while stumbling through the forest,” he answers, grinning. “Is that a black chameleon on your shoulder, by the way?”

The redhead blinks, before his eyes narrow aiming the frying pan closer to his face. “Stop trying to distract me.”

Ah, so he was more perceptive than Dazai thought. He feels his smirk widen. “I’m telling the truth. I was running away from people chasing me who wanted my—” He freezes, eyes suddenly turning dark. “Where did you put my satchel?”

The redhead grins. “A place where you’ll never find it.”

Dazai inwardly rolls his eyes, turning his head to study the room. “It’s in that vase, right?”

He feels a spark of pain in his head again.

That damn frying pan.

When he comes to, he feels the chameleon’s tongue in his ear again. “Would you stop that?” He yelps, shaking the chameleon off his shoulder.

“Now you’ll never find it,” the redhead says, crossing his arms smugly.

“Shortie—”

“I’m not short!” The redhead cuts in. “My name is Chuuya. Not shortie.”

“Shortie,” Dazai continues, smiling at the other’s enraged look, “what do you want from me?”

Chuuya falters, caught off guard. “What makes you think I want something from you?” He snarls.

“There’s about five hundred things telling me that, actually,” he responds, “do you want me to list them all?” At Chuuya’s questionable look, he decides to continue. “I guess I could name a few. The fact that you’re so obviously not used to dealing with people, yet you’re forcing yourself to deal with me. The anxious look in your eyes. And for what other reason would you take my satchel if not to make a bargain with me?”

He watches as the redhead grits his teeth in anger. “I’ll only tell you if you tell me what you want with my hair.”

There’s a pause.

Shoot, is he now stuck with a deranged redhead?

“Shortie, the only thing I want with your hair is to get out of it,” Dazai states, squirming in his seat. “How is it possible to grow this much hair anyways?”

Chuuya’s eyes widen. “...You don’t want my hair?”

He tilts his head in response. “Is there something to want from it?”

The redhead quickly shakes his head. “No. Of course not.”

Dazai takes a moment to study the other’s expression. Hmmm. “If you say so. Now, what do you want from me? I promise I’ll deliver, if you untie me.”

Chuuya snorts. “I’m not stupid,” he says, making no moves to untie him. “I… need you to escort me.”

“Escort you?”

The redhead nods, climbing up onto a ledge where a part of the wall was covered with a curtain. He moves the curtain away, revealing a painting of what Dazai could only assume as the redhead himself staring at bright lights in the night sky. “You’re going to take me to the...lights that show up tomorrow, and then take me back here the next morning. Only then will I give you your satchel back, you got that?”

“The lights?” Dazai begins, “you mean the lanterns the Queen sends out for the missing Prince?”

The redhead's eyes widen, turning his head to make eye contact with the chameleon on his shoulder. “O-Of course,” Chuuya answers, tilting his head up haughtily. “Yes. The lanterns. I want you to take me to see the lanterns and then return me safely back home, alright, waste of bandages?”

Hmmmm.

Dazai feels his curiosity pique, even with his pride stinging at the bandage insult. There is something Chuuya’s hiding, and he wants to figure it out. He wants to know why this young man with crazily long red hair was hiding out in a tower by himself, and what was it that made him so desperate to see the lanterns. He feels like laughing. How long has it been since he’s been genuinely interested in something?

“And you’ll give me my satchel once I take you back?” Dazai asks.

The chameleon and Chuuya exchange a look, before Chuuya turns his back to him, whispering to the animal. Dazai picks up bits and pieces.

“What other choice do I have— it’ll be fine— I need to do this.”

He really hopes he didn’t stick a deranged redhead to his side.

Chuuya turns around. “Yes, I’ll give it back. Do we have a deal, Dazai Osamu?”

He grins. “I believe so, shortie.”

Chuuya stares out the window, heartbeat pounding in his chest.

“Hey, shortie, are you coming?” Dazai shouts out, already halfway down from the tower, looking a bit worn down as he slowly but surely climbs down the tower.

Chuuya grits his teeth. What an irritating guy...but Chuuya needed him.

Are you ready? Akutagawa asks, and Chuuya lets out a deep breath, nodding.

He wraps his hair onto the hook above the window before throwing his hair out, watching the way the wind twists and turns its strands.

Then he jumps, using his hair as a rope to safely swing him down the tower.

He feels laughter drenched with adrenaline bubble out from his chest, hearing it ring through the meadow. And then suddenly, his feet are touching the grass for the very first time; and he’s floored. He’s outside. He’s touching the grass and feeling the breeze and smelling the earth and it’s the most wonderful thing he’s ever experienced.

“I’m out…” He murmurs to himself, before laughing again, grabbing Akutagawa off his shoulder and into his palms, holding the animal up in the air and spinning around. “Ryuunosuke, I’m out!”

Please stop spinning, I’m about to be sick, Akutagawa says, but Chuuya can see the light in the other’s gaze. He places the chameleon back on his shoulder before beginning to run, savoring the feeling of the ground on his feet and the wind in his hair.

“Hey, bandaged bastard, are you coming?” He calls back, grinning at Dazai, who had just made it onto the ground. He runs out through the cave, heartbeat pulsing in his ears as he realizes that he’s finally leaving the only place he’s known, that everything he sees past this cave will be brand new to him.

He exits the cave, eyes widening as he examines the forest, tilting his head to examine the tall trees. He can't believe that he's doing this. He can't believe that he's actually outside. He can't believe that Mori has been keeping this from him.

Mori...

What would Mori think about this?

“Mori’s gonna be so pissed off at me,” he murmurs, and the thought distinguishes his earlier excitement. “Ryuunosuke, maybe this was a mistake.”

“Who’s Mori?”

Chuuya jumps, whipping his head around, glaring daggers at Dazai. “Don’t do that, you vagabond!”

“Chuuya, no one says vagabond anymore.”

“Shut up!”

“You never answered my question,” Dazai says, grinning that irritating smirk of his. Chuuya growls.

“...My dad, okay? Now back off. I’m not sharing my life story with you—”

A loud rustle in the nearby bushes cuts him off, startling him and causing him to hide behind Dazai, jumping onto his back and using the other as a shield. He hears Dazai’s surprised yelp, but the other does nothing to shake him off.

A bunny pops out of the bushes, blinking at them before quickly scurrying off.

There’s a pause.

“...Easily frightened, aren’t you, little Chuuya,” Dazai teases, and Chuuya immediately gets off of the other’s back, face burning.

“Of course not! I was just taken off guard, you piece of shit!”

“Oh my, Chuuya gets awfully more aggressive when he’s flustered—”

“I’m not flustered!”

“Hey, Chuuya, you wanna get something to eat? I know a perfect place~” Dazai croons.

Chuuya blinks, caught off guard by the sudden change of subject. “Uh, sure. That sounds kind of nice, actually.”

The smile Dazai gives him sends chills down his spine.

Kunikida sniffs his way through the forest, tail occasionally flickering in contemplation. That damn Dazai… Kunikida will one day send him behind bars for sure.

The gentle thud of footsteps quickly catches his attention, and he scurries to hide behind a boulder. The moment he catches sight of a figure, he jumps out, causing the figure to shriek.

He’s disappointed. In the end, it isn’t Dazai Osamu, but a man and a young girl with bright blonde hair.

“A palace horse alone in the woods,” the man muses, before his eyes suddenly widen. “Chuuya.”

He turns to pick up the girl before quickly running away.

Kunikida tilts his head in confusion, before deciding to continue his search.

Mori runs quickly, Elise silent against his chest. He has a feeling she understands the situation well.

They reach the tower in a few minutes. “Chuuya,” Mori hurriedly calls, forcing his voice to seem calm, “Chuuya, let down your hair!”

Only silence replies to him.

“Chuuya?” He calls out again, feeling a dark despair take over. “Chuuya, let down your hair, now.”

He places Elise down before quickly striding over to the door he had covered with vines and rocks years ago, recklessly pulling the vines and stones off. The two of them scurry up the stairs, only to see what Mori feared.

The room is empty.

“Chuuya?” Elise calls out, “Chuuya where are you?” When there’s no answer, she turns to look up at Mori expectantly.

He begins to search the room, pulling down curtains, exposing places Chuuya could hide, but not expecting the redhead to be there. Suddenly, a flash of light catches his attention. He frowns, peering into the dark, realizing that something was reflecting light under the stair step. He walks towards it, peering into the crack, realizing this stair step was hollow. When did Chuuya do this?

He pulls the top of the step off, finding a wanted poster of the infamous Dazai Osamu, and a satchel. He opens the satchel, only to gasp at the object inside.

“Is that a crown, Rintarou?” Elise asks, peering over his shoulder.

Mori doesn’t answer her. “Elise-chan, I need to go find Chuuya. You have to stay here. There’s plenty of food. I will be back soon to check up on you.”

“Rintarou, I want to—”

“No, Elise.”

The girl freezes at his dark tone. “Alright…” she acquises, “please find Chuuya soon, Rintarou. I want to stay with you and Chuuya forever and ever…”

“Don’t worry, Elise-chan,” Mori reassures, stroking her hair before moving to grab the knife he kept, “I will make sure we always will.”

part three

#ayyyyyye #fic #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #nakahara chuuya #dazai osamu #tangled au

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