The city's easing into its photo worthy state, when the sun sinks between the towering buildings and the sky is split between a hazy mix of orange, purple and pink. He drove all the way from the pickup point to the warehouse pier. Now, walking, for the first time in forever, unassisted down towards the pier to the walkway over the purple, sky reflective waters, the world feels like a damn good place to live in. If it weren't for the silence of his cellphone.
It's been two weeks, too long, everything took so long to set up he was this close to putting boot to someone's ass for it. The only redeeming factor of it is that it helps ensure Chuuya and Akutagawa have no idea what the hell is about to come their way. The phone rings, and the world's right again.
"Alright, we're all good - how's your end?"
"My end of the deal is held up, he's in the trunk of the car in the warehouse now."
"Okay, we'll set off our part of the bargain once we get the goods."
"Tch." Dazai hangs up the phone, the first deal they agreed one was something much different but its no matter, as long as they get him what he needs, they can take all the time in the world.
He walks back to the warehouse and props open the trunk to see Chuuya, bound and muffled with a sock and some dirty cloth, curled up towards the back of the trunk and glaring bloody hatred at him. "How's my favorite little drunken red head holding up?"
Trying to move it out of the way, Chuuya's hair is soft between his finger tips, despite how unruly it looks when it take away the hat. His foreheads a fountain of sweat and he smells of sweetened liquor and dust. "Hey, relax now, I'm gonna give you something that's going to help, alright?"
He shows Chuuya the needle from his back pocket and the redhead panics, pulling at his bindings, no doubt trying to activate his gift. Dazai keeps his hand on the man's forehead until he actually places a foot on the edge of the trunk and forces Chuuya still with his own body weight. Chuuya shifts and squirms, a pinned worm beneath him while he bites down on and removes the safety cap from the needle and plunges it into his arm.
There's a momentary seize, until Chuuya begins kicking the inside of the trunk and towards Dazai but not having the flexibility to pull it off. Then, his kicks weaken, he starts to whimper and Dazai releases him, tossing the empty syringe to the floor and stepping on it. "See, much better."
"Ah, all nice and ready I'm guessing." It's the same massive gangster from before, standing at the entrance with the entire crew of Black Lizard, all the same members from the night this whole thing started.
Dazai nods, best to stay as silent as possible with this group. Especially when the biggest one still has him wondering if he can get in on the action too.
"Alrighty, and before I forget-" The man takes a small black box from another and hands it to Dazai, with a wide grin on his face. "Best of luck."
