So, I've been out of the writing game for a bit - life happened. What can you do? But this story kept niggling at my head and before I knew it, I was writing again. I absolutely love Bungo! It is amazing! Just, everything about it. So, I wanted to do a story for it. And, of course, my favorite ship for this series is Soukoku, followed by Shin Soukoku. I just adore their whole dynamic and partnership (brain and brawn, it's awesome). Plus, I just find Chuuya plain beautiful and Dazai's mind? Ooo, it's amazing. He knows all! Okay, enough fangirling - let's get to the story part.

This is, obviously, an AU, but still set in Yokohama with Abilities still being a thing. There is no ADA or Port Mafia, though the Japanese Ministry of Internal Affairs, Special Ability Department is still around, in charge of maintaining national security in light of matters to do with Gifted activity. Also, I am making Arahabaki a sentient sort-of deity who's closely tied to the origins of Abilities, and Chuuya is his "vessel" (as was his mother before him and so on) - think of Arahabaki being like the Tailed Beasts from Naruto; not evil, just a whole lot of power sealed inside. Corruption will still be a thing, but it'll be a form of his Ability used in conjunction with Arahabaki, making it exceedingly more powerful, but also more dangerous (other than that, same properties as the show). Also, Arahabaki isn't the only Ability Deity (as they will be referred to as, that or Gods), Atsushi will have one as well, named Byakko. Kind of important for you to understand that now, as they play a major role in this story. Okay, next new thing - both Chuuya and Dazai still have parents (they are OCs of my own design) that are alive; also, Chuuya and Kouyou are half-siblings (same father, different mother) and Mori will be Dazai's uncle (his sister, an OC, is Dazai's mom and married to his dad, another OC). And I have split the main characters into the two different factions. So, the main ruling force is the Mob (I would've done the Yakuza, but my understanding of all that is very limited and I would end up doing something wrong, so I'm sticking with what I know). Chuuya's father is head of the Nakahara Family and Dazai's father is head of the Tsushima Family (also, another thing, Dazai's actual last name will be Tsushima in this), and the two Families have been enemies since their creation, but they both represented the very darkness of the city—they basically ran everything that went on in the city, controlling both politics and economy, and were ruthless against anyone who opposed them in either mainstream or underground society. Additionally, Yokohama is maintained both by its legit businesses and its dark underground and without either, there would be no real revenue and the city would die. So, the two Families are deeply engrossed in both (legit business and dark underground), so taking either out would screw everything up. I think that's the main things I wanted to explain. If there's more as I continue with this story, I'll add new notes at the beginning or end of the chapter. Oh, that reminds me, I will be adding character descriptions at the end of the chapters (for the characters introduced), so if you're interested in that, you can read over it, if not, you can skip. I usually add the descriptions in the chapter as part of the story, but I decided to do it this way now. Okay, I think that's it.

Also, the idea that got me started on this story came from another story I've read. It's called "Where Your Loyalties Lie" by the wonderful writingfromtheshadows, and it is seriously one of the best fics I've ever read. You really need to read it. It's on AO3.

**This is an AU. Basically, all that remains are their names, faces, and some personality traits, but other than that, the characters in this story are, more or less, OOC.

It was never ending.

Death.

So much death, and it didn't look like it would be stopping soon. Three months of wondering why this was happening and what could be done to stop it. Three months of investigations on who could be behind it with nothing to show.

Nothing until now, that is.

Kansuke Nakahara, head of the much feared yet widely respected Nakahara Mafia Family, held the piece of paper between his fingers, a frown marring his features. A single piece of paper, found pinned to a body of one of his men, with only a few short sentences. A message and a warning.

The absolute nerve of these people.

There was then a few knocks on the door, before it was pushed open by his second-in-command, followed by the very person he needed to speak to, both entering without a word.

Yukichi Fukuzawa, his closest friend and righthand man, bowed his greeting before looking at him with his ice blue eyes. "You needed to see us, sir?"

"Si formel," the orange-haired woman standing next to Fukuzawa muttered before facing her husband with a raised brow. "What's going on, mon amour?"

Kansuke gave her a small smile, but still said nothing, paper crinkling in his tightening grip a little.

Colette Sidonie Nakahara, as beautiful as she was deadly, crossed her arms over her chest as her attention was brought to the paper he was holding. "And what might that be?"

Kansuke still said nothing, brows furrowed. Should he really show this to her? He was so sure it was the right decision ten minutes ago, but now…

"Kansuke, you're starting to worry me." Fukuzawa finally said after the silence went on for a bit too long. But from the look on the other man's face, something must have happened.

Finally sighing out, Kansuke smoothed out the piece of paper on his desk while beckoning for the two to come closer. "Another attack broke out, at the edge of the red light district this time."

Fukuzawa clenched his jaw while Colette cursed softly in French under breath. "How many were lost?"

"About thirty men." Kansuke said, a sad tone present in his voice. "A few bystanders were harmed as well. It could've been a lot worse, but it is still unacceptable."

"And it was by the same people we've been tracking for the past few months?" Fukuzawa asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Yes." Kansuke answered. "But this time was slightly different. They left behind something." He pushed the piece of paper on his desk forward, drawing the two's attention to it once more. "This was left pinned to one of the bodies." He glanced up at his wife. "It was addressed to you, Colette."

The woman was stunned silent, obviously.

"To Colette?" Fukuzawa repeated, confused, looking at the woman as well.

Kansuke nodded before looking up at Colette and handing her the letter. "It took me a minute to figure out, because it wasn't written in Japanese." A pause. "It was in Italian, of all languages."

Colette's whole body tensed slightly, and it was only because the two men knew her so well that they noticed.

"Does that mean something to you?" Fukuzawa asked, turning fully to face her.

The French woman said nothing as she looked over the letter, but with each word she read, her face turned paler and paler before it looked like she was barely breathing, visibly shaken. After a few minutes, the paper slipped from her suddenly lax grip, fluttering to the floor.

"Colette?" Kansuke asked, worried as he got up from behind his desk, approaching the woman slowly. "My dear, what is it?"

"Ils m'ont trouvé. Comment m'ont-ils trouvé?" she murmured under her breath, hand reaching back until it hit one of the chairs settled in front of the desk, sinking into it unsteadily. "Tout est de ma faute."

Kansuke and Fukuzawa exchanged looks at her words, beyond lost. Even knowing what the letter had said, Kansuke didn't understand why it was causing Colette to, for lack of a better description, have a mini-breakdown.

Fukuzawa reached down and picked up the discarded paper while Kansuke gave his wife a bottle of water for her to drink. While Fukuzawa's Italian wasn't the best, he got the gist of the letter. But the most troubling part of it was the signature.

"Who is Kannushi?" he asked, looking over at Colette.

"A what, not a who." Colette corrected, lips flattened into a straight line. "An organization from Italy, a ruthless one who will stop at nothing to get what they want." She let out a rough breath. "They don't care what they have to do— kill, bribe, coerce, kidnap, it doesn't matter." She hugged her arms around herself tightly; she looked so small, nothing like the badass, confident woman who was in charge of the Family's defenses.

Kansuke laid a comforting hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze, before saying, "Why don't you start from the top? How exactly is this your fault?"

"They're after me." Colette said, lips twisted in a frown. "They've been after me since I was eighteen. They're the reason my papa is dead now," she looked up at Kansuke, a small smile making its way on her face, "but, ironically, they're also the reason we met."

"When you were living in Kyoto." Kansuke said, head tilted. "I always did wonder why a beautiful French woman was living in Japan, when she barely spoke the language."

A blush rose to her cheeks. "I didn't have much of choice. I didn't think they'd look there." She bit her bottom lip, looking to the side. "I don't know how they found me now… and then figured out who I was married to." She then looked up at Kansuke, tears in her radiant oxford blue eyes. "That's why it's all my fault."

"You know what we want, Colette. And this can all stop if you give it to us." Fukuzawa suddenly said, reading a line from the paper, before looking over at her. "What, exactly, are they after?"

Her hand clenched in a fist before she laid it over her chest. "Power. Something stronger than any Ability." She dropped her hand before looking at both men. "They want Arahabaki."

Stunned silence filled the room as the two continued to stare at Colette in disbelief.

"They want the God?" Fukuzawa asked just as Kansuke asked, "They knew you were a vessel?"

Colette nodded to both questions anyway. "They do. Kannushi has one goal, and that's to find all of those who are vessels to the Ability deities."

"For what purpose?" Fukuzawa asked while Kansuke squeezed Colette's hand.

"If you believe what is said, it is to "eliminate the evil beings of this world", but that's a load of connerie." She scowled. "All they want is the power these Gods possess. Even greater than what mere Abilities could ever hope to offer."

"How did they know about you? That you were a vessel, I mean." Fukuzawa asked, crossing his arms. "I thought that the names of the families connected with these Gods were a closely guarded secret." If they weren't, there would be a lot more people trying to get their hands on that much power.

It was the reason why so few people in the Nakahara Family knew about any of that, after all.

"They are." Colette said, wiping a few tears from her eyes. "All vessels know not to talk about it, as do the rest of the families." She swallowed roughly. "But there are some who keep a… registry, so to speak, of the families, a way to keep track of them all."

Kansuke and Fukuzawa's eyebrows both raised in surprise. They did not know that.

"Who would have that information?" Fukuzawa finally asked.

"Very few, but one that I know of for sure is the Vatican." Colette answered.

…

"The Vatican?!" both men shouted, too surprised not to.

She gave a nod.

"As in, the Pope, Catholic church, located in the middle of Italy… that Vatican?!" Kansuke almost shouted, stunned, hands flying every which way.

She hid a small smile at the reaction—he could always make her smile, no matter the situation—before nodding once more.

"How do you know that?" Kansuke asked a few moments later, once he wrapped his head around that little tidbit.

"Because Kannushi actually came from the Vatican, before they split off for some reason or another." Colette said, managing to surprise the two men into silence once again. "It was one of the things they taunted me with before, when they tried to kidnap me the first time. Like they thought that would make me listen to them any better."

The two men needed a minute to digest the information.

Kansuke then looked over at his wife at last. "So, let me get this straight. A splinter group from the Vatican, the Kannushi, are after you because of Arahabaki, wanting that power." He said, trying to lay out all the facts to make sure he understood it all. "You fled from them, found yourself in Japan, and now that they somehow found out where you've been, they're doing everything they can to draw you out." He let out a breath, running a hand through his mahogany red hair. "Does that about sum it up?"

Colette nodded.

The room descended into silence, the three occupants each lost in their own thoughts. Ten minutes went by like this.

Until, suddenly, Colette stood up and, taking in a deep breath, looked back at her husband with a fire in her eyes. "To stop all this… this violence and killing, all I have to do is go to them. Turn myself over." She visibly steadied herself. "If it will keep the rest of you safe, I'll—"

"That is not even an option, Colette." Kansuke snapped, not letting her finish her sentence. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Kansuke, please, it's the only—" she was cut off again, but by Fukuzawa this time.

"Kansuke is right, Collette," the silver-haired man said, giving the woman a calm, but firm look.

"You two aren't thinking clearly about this." Colette argued back. "It makes the most sense. It will stop everything."

"But it won't." Fukuzawa said slowly back, earning a confused look from both husband and wife. "You said the only reason they want you is because of Arahabaki." Colette nodded, still confused. "What do you think will happen when they get you, and then find out you're no longer in possession of the God?"

Colette bit her lower-lip. She actually hadn't thought about that, too focused on doing something to stop all the killing, the killing that was all her fault. But Fukuzawa had a point…

"Exactly." Fukuzawa said, seeing the answer in the woman's eyes. "They'll kill you without a second thought before setting their sights back on us." He made sure to look right at her, made sure he had her complete attention for this next part. "And how long do you think it'll take until they find out where Arahabaki actually is?"

Colette paled, heart clenching. "No…"

"They'll go after our son, Colette." Kansuke said, picking up on Fukuzawa's train of thought. "They'll go after Chuuya."

"And who knows how many more people they will kill to get him." Fukuzawa stated before softening some. "I know you want to do what you can to stop this, we all do, but turning yourself over will amount to nothing but you dead."

Colette sank back into the chair behind her, burrowing her face in her hands. "What can we do, then? Nothing we've been trying has worked so far!" She stomped her foot down in frustration, but after accidentally activating her Ability, Le Pur et L'Impur, it resulted in a small crater in the floor with the added gravity in her step.

Neither man said anything at the destruction, still focused on the problem at hand.

"Has Ranpo come up with anything since the last time we spoke?" Kansuke finally asked Fukuzawa, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against his desk.

"Nothing new." Fukuzawa answered, then his face turned thoughtful as something occurred to him. "But he doesn't have all the facts."

"The boy does do his best work when he has all the information available to him." Kansuke murmured, rubbing the stubble on his chin.

"Ranpo needs to be read in." Colette finally said, voice slightly muffled, before she lifted her head from her hands.

"You don't mind?" Kansuke asked, knowing this was her secret and, therefore, her decision.

"If it stops all this, then no, I don't mind." Colette said, before a small smile tilted her lips up. "Plus, I doubt Ranpo doesn't already suspect. He's too smart for his own good sometimes." She straightened herself, wiping her eyes one last time. "I trust him."

"Yukichi?" Kansuke asked, looking over at his friend, who already had his phone out and contacting said person.

After waiting in silence for about five minutes, there was a knock on the door before it was pushed open, Ranpo Edogawa making his way inside, usually closed bold green eyes glancing around in curiosity.

"Thanks for coming, Ranpo." Kansuke said after the four of them made themselves comfortable on the couches located along the right side of his office.

"No problem, boss." Ranpo said, waving it off as he munched on the bag of candy he had brought with him. Nothing unusual there. "So, what's up?" Taking another handful of candy, he looked between the other three before asking, "Does it have to do with the attacks?"

"It does." Fukuzawa answered for Kansuke, causing Ranpo to flick his eyes over to the man.

"You have new information." Ranpo said, not even a question now. There was a reason Ranpo was their head strategist—the guy was that smart, a certified genius, even if he sometimes acted like a child. "And it's something you're nervous to tell me. Or, well, to anyone, actually." Silence from the other three was the only answer he got. His eyes moved to Colette. "It has to do with you." Though suspecting Ranpo knew something about her past, it was still a bit of a shock to have it confirmed.

"Spot on as usual, Ranpo." Kansuke said with a small smile.

"Well, of course! Nothing can get past me or my amazing Ability, after all." Ranpo bragged, per usual, before stuffing his mouth once more. "So, what is it?"

"Colette?" Kansuke said, looking at his wife.

Colette looked over at him, nodding, before back to Ranpo as she then explained everything she had just told to Kansuke and Fukuzawa, as well as her family's history of being the vessel to one of the Ability deities, and who the current vessel now is. Ranpo listened attentively, theories and hypotheses he'd had about the woman slowly being confirmed, still munching on his snack. Once Colette finished with her story, she leaned back into her husband as the redhead looked at the black-haired man.

"Now that you have all the facts, is there something you can come up with?" Kansuke asked, running a soothing hand through Colette's light copper orange curls.

Ranpo just raised an incredulous eyebrow at the man, like even questioning his ability to do so was ludicrous.

He then hopped up from the couch before reaching into his pocket, retrieving a pair of black-framed rectangular glasses—the object needed to use his Ability. After placing them on, he murmured, "Ultra-Deduction" before his so-called Ability was activated. The other three in the room then watched as Ranpo's mind began to race far faster than they could ever hope to match.

Ranpo addressed and dismissed strategy after strategy, mind still sorting through all the information available to him, before landing on the only plan that was viable to actually work. But it was a risky one. Not to mention a little insane.

"Ranpo?" Fukuzawa asked, seeing the black-haired man wind down from using his Ability. "You have something."

"Of course." Ranpo answered simply, pushing the frames of his glasses back up.

"Well, what is it?" Colette asked after the silence stretched on for too long. "What can we do?"

"We'll never be able to combat this enemy alone. The organization is simply better prepared and more well-informed than we are, or could ever be at this point." Ranpo stated, tapping on his glasses. "These past few months are proof of that." And as much as he hates to admit it… "Their plans are simply better than any I could come up with. Whoever is in charge of setting up their strategies is good at what they do."

"So we don't have a chance?" Colette asked, burning at the mere notion.

"I never said that." Ranpo said, readjusting the chocolate brown newsboy cap resting on his head.

"But you just said—" Colette started, now turning confused, before being cut off.

"I said we can't beat them alone." Ranpo said, emphasizing the last word. "But we can with help."

"Who's help?" Kansuke asked, seeing Ranpo getting to a point.

Ranpo hesitated for a few moments, very out of character for him, before saying one word, "Tsushima."

Absolute silence reigned in the office.

"Tsushima… as in the Tsushima Family?" Kansuke asked, though already knowing the answer. "The Mafia Family that might as well be our mortal enemies? That Tsushima Family?"

"Yes, them." Ranpo said with a firm nod. "It's the only way we can win without more senseless bloodshed."

"Why them?" Fukuzawa asked, because while the idea was out there—way out there—Ranpo must have a reason. When his Ability and mind were needed for the good of the Family, Ranpo rarely makes his strategies without logic and reason backing it up.

"Both Families rule Yokohama, and for very good reasons." Ranpo started, plopping back down on the couch and grabbing a new snack bag, chips this time, from god knows where. "The Nakahara Family keeps it's control through power, through brute force, and the fear and respect that show of power garners. If someone goes up against us, they're crushed. It's how it's always been." Kansuke nodded, because that was how the Nakahara Family has always operated, as far back as he could remember. "The Tsushima Family, on the other hand, don't have that raw physical power to fall back on. They're strong, don't get me wrong, but nowhere near the Nakahara's level. So, instead, they maintain their control through well thought out strategies and practically flawless predictions. Logic, mind games, psychology— those are how the Tsushima Family stay in power. They don't need to attack the body when the mind is essentially their playground." He tilted his head in thought. "Simply put, if the Nakahara rely more on the physical, then the Tsushima relied more on the mental." A precarious balance that somehow worked for the city, now that Ranpo thinks about it.

"And?" Colette asked when Ranpo stopped to take another handful of chips.

"Brute force can only get you so far, unfortunately. And going from the last few months, it isn't working. The enemy is strong. Strong and well-organized with amazing tactical capabilities." Ranpo threw more chips into his mouth, munching thoughtfully. "Plus, we don't even know who it is calling the shots, all we've been dealing with are the grunts. So, if we're going to win, we're going to need a better strategy. A better strategy and more information. And that's where the Tsushima Family comes in." Another handful of chips made its way into his mouth. "They excel at strategy, even more than I do." It hurt to admit it, but he had to lay all the cards on the table to get the three in the room to understand how serious he was about this. After thinking through every strategy with all the information he had, this is what his Ability pointed to being the best solution. And Ultra-Deduction has yet to fail him.

"I'm sure you understand that the Tsushima Family would have absolutely no reason to help us, Ranpo." Kansuke stated, though he figured the other already knew that.

"We'll have to persuade them to, then." Ranpo said, dead serious. "Otherwise, more bodies will pile up… and then it'll be only a matter of time before they get their hands on Colette, and then Chuuya."

Kansuke, leaning back against the sofa, thought over everything Ranpo just said. It was a fact that the Tsushima Family were prodigies when it came to strategies, and most of the actual family were certified geniuses. No doubt that they were smart, but the problem remained the same… the Tsushima Family had no actual reason to ally themselves with the Nakahara Family. Though, now that he thinks about it, it might not be all too hard to at least talk to them about it. The Nakahara and Tsushima Families have been adversaries for as long as anyone could remember, but as of late, it hasn't been as bad since he and his counterpart in the Tsushima Family, Shuuji Tsushima, took over as the heads of their respective Families. He'd even describe it as a somewhat neutral relationship—they no longer went out of their way to attack the other, though that's not to say that they wouldn't attack each other if they both ended up in the same area. It helped that their interests were now completely different, so they never overlapped there. So, in theory, it might be possible…

He glanced over at Colette, head buried back in her hands, a slight tremble shaking her shoulders, and knew he had already come to a decision. There really was no choice. Without even taking the amount of their people dying into account as of the past three months, letting this Kannushi continue to run free put, and kept, Colette in danger, not to mention Chuuya if— no, when they figured out he was the current vessel of Arahabaki. And once they figure that out, what's to stop them from learning about Atsushi? He's in the same boat as Chuuya, a vessel to an ancient God. This foolishness cannot continue to escalate. It can't.

"Yukichi." Kansuke said, raising his head and straightening his posture, staring right at his second, now portraying the head of a fearsome Family he actually was. "I need you to get into contact with the Tsushima Family. Set up some kind of meeting." At Fukuzawa's blank yet startled look, he raised an eyebrow. "You're still close to him, aren't you?"

"Are you sure about this?" Colette asked him while Fukuzawa regained his composure. "There's no guarantee this will even work."

Kansuke moved his steady gaze to his wife before taking her hand, squeezing it. "We have to at least try. Ranpo said this is the only way," he glanced over at the raven-haired man, "and he has yet to be wrong… about anything." His gaze softened some as it returned to Colette. "The longer these monsters run free, the more danger you're in." His eyes hardened once more. "You and Chuuya. And I will not allow my family to be put in danger if there is something I can do about it… even if that something is asking help from a decades-long enemy organization." He then looked over at Fukuzawa, gaze steady. "Plus, Chuuya isn't the only vessel we have here." By the stiffening of Fukuzawa's body and slight paling of his face, he hadn't even thought about that.

"Atsushi." Fukuzawa murmured the name of his (adoptive) son, before taking in a deep, steadying breath and facing Kansuke. "Alright, I'll pass along a message and try to set up a meet."

"When you do, I'd like you to go to it, Yukichi." Kansuke said, giving Colette's hand one last squeeze before getting up and heading over to his desk, the silver-haired man following behind him. "Bring Kunikida with you, just in case. Tanizaki too." He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a piece of stationary before grabbing a pen.

"Understood." Fukuzawa stated, watching as Kansuke composed a quick message before signing it. "What am I to tell them, though?"

Sealing the paper into an envelope, Kansuke thought about that for a moment. "Well, I doubt they're completely clueless about what's been happening with us." He handed the envelope over to Fukuzawa. "After all, like Ranpo said, information is there speciality." Fukuzawa nodded, tucking the letter away, as the redhead tapped his chin in thought before coming to a decision. "Alright. Tell them just about everything, then."

Fukuzawa eyebrows raised in surprise and shock. "Everything?"

"Just about everything." Kansuke corrected. "Leave out the bits about vessels, for obvious reasons."

Fukuzawa nodded again at that, before another thought occurred. "What am I asking of them, exactly."

"For their help." Kansuke said, steepling his fingers. "More specifically, an alliance."

"They're going to want something in return." Ranpo stated, startling the two men; they didn't think Ranpo would be contributing anything else. He usually doesn't after giving his thoughts, after all.

"Ranpo's correct." Fukuzawa said regardless. "They won't give something unless they're gaining something in return. It's how they operate. At least, as far as I am aware." And given his close relations to a certain higher-up in the Tsushima Family, he's pretty well-informed on how they work, better than most.

Kansuke's eyes flicker over to Colette, now dozing on the couch, tired from the rollercoaster of emotions she just experienced, before back to Fukuzawa. "Anything they want, within reason." He sighed, glancing out the window. "Land, money, business rights, a favor… hell, I don't care. All I care about it getting rid of this threat."

"You're absolutely sure about doing this?" Fukuzawa asked once again. "The Tsushima's won't forget about this if they don't accept. It could be taken as a sign of weakness."

"I'm sure, Yukichi. It's not like I really care what those eggheads think about us." He then smirked as a thought occurred to him. "Plus, we can always just go back to kicking their asses when these outsiders are gone."

Fukuzawa smiled some in amusement at that before nodding once more. "I will see what I can do then, sir." He then bowed before motioning to Ranpo, who got up from his chair to follow after the silver-haired man. "Goodnight, Kansuke."

Kansuke nodded his goodbye to Fukuzawa before looking over at Ranpo. "Ranpo?" the man turned to him, brow raised in question. "Thank you for your help. Your assistance is always valued and appreciated."

Ranpo gave him a saucy salute, smiling. "Of course it is! Nothing can ever get done without my Ultra-Deduction, can it? You guys would be lost without me." Then the two were gone, door closing behind them with a click.

Resting his head on his desk, atop his crossed arms, Kansuke hoped he made the right decision.

Character Descriptions (ones mentioned in chapter)

- Kansuke Nakahara (OC): shoulder-length, straight, sleek mahogany red hair, parted to the left; ruby red eyes; a fair complexion; a lean, muscular body with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and V-shape of the torso; a slight amount of facial hair on chin; 6'1"
Role: Don/Boss of the Nakahara Family; CEO of Nakahara Enterprises
Age: 45
Birthday: July 14
Nationality: Japanese
Ability: Portraits and Pictures
the ability to alter the shape and appearance of any object, including living organisms, into whatever he wished; he pictured the art in his mind and when he touched an object or person, they became the art he had envisioned, though it was harder to do on living organisms than it was with inanimate objects
Capabilities/Weapon(s) -
expert in Kenjutsu, Shinkendo, Kendo, Judo, Jujutsu, and Muay Thai
effective in Close-Quarters Combat
gifted intellect, master assassin, and skilled in tactics, psychological warfare, espionage, intelligence gathering, infiltration and sabotage
skilled lip reader, cryptographer, thief, pickpocket, lock picker, bluffer/fast talker, concealer, sleight of hand, and escape artist
Nodachi: a moderately curved, slender, single-edged, black blade with a silver edge; a burgundy red tsuka-ito (hilt-wrapping) with black samegawa (ray skin wrap), a gold elliptical tsuba (hand-guard), and a gold kashira (pommel); a light gray saya (scabbard) with a black sageo (cord) tied near the opening and a gold kojiri (end cap)
Main Outfit: a burgundy red double-breasted waistcoat; a light gray dress shirt—top two buttons left undone and sleeves worn rolled up; black dress slacks; a black belt with a silver buckle; dark brown leather, low-arch, mid-heeled, ankle boots; Nodachi—kept sheathed on the back

- Colette Sidonie Nakahara (OC): butt-length, curly light copper orange hair, parted to the left, with choppy bangs and twin chest-length side-locks; oxford blue eyes; a fair complexion; a petite, slender body with a hourglass figure, average bust, flat stomach, and slender legs; a heart-shaped face; dainty features; long eyelashes; 5'3"; cherry red lipstick; a red iris flower—pinned over left ear
Role: Consigliere/Executive/Head of Defenses of the Nakahara Family; COO of Nakahara Enterprises
Age: 40
Birthday: August 3
Nationality: French
Ability: Le Pur et L'Impur (The Pure and the Impure)
former vessel for the God of Destruction and Calamity, Arahabaki
the ability to create, shape and manipulate gravity (a natural phenomenon by which all physical bodies attract each other) and gravitons (elementary particles that mediate the force of gravitation); she's able to bend gravity to make the environment very "heavy" or "light", cause objects to "fall" toward another object instead of the Earth ("nexus inducing"), flatten objects, and generate miniature black holes to compress objects into oblivion; able to repel and attract matter and energy, regardless of its mass
Capabilities/Weapon(s) -
expert in Taekwondo, Savate, Savate du Rue, Savate Knife Fighting, Wing Chun, Kung-Fu, Karate, Aikido, Judo, Jujutsu, Muay Thai, Kali Knife Fighting, Gyrisajutsu, and Close-Quarters Combat
master assassin and interrogator and skilled in espionage, intelligence gathering, infiltration and sabotage
master acrobat: an extraordinary master acrobat, gymnast, and aerialist; often utilized in combat for both evasive and offensive purposes; combined with extremely enhanced agility, had expertise in utilizing parkour and tricking flips in attacks and takedowns
skilled thief, pickpocket, lock picker, bluffer/fast talker, concealer, sleight of hand, and escape artist
Gerber Yari II Tanto: a tanto-style, partially serrated, stainless steel blade with a full tang construction; a hard anodized aluminum handle
Stiletto Daggers: a long, slender, stainless steel blade with a needle-like point and a narrow cross-section; a small black hilt; a silver cross-guard
Main Outfit: a black sateen trench coat with large lapels, a double-breasted front, and a tie belt—left open; a white georgette wrap-effect blouse with amaranth red painterly bloom prints allover, a ruffled draped panel along the front, an elasticated waist, and a matching camisole underneath; black cashmere-blend, flared, dress pants; black leather, high-heeled, ankle boots with square toes accented by silver hardware and elasticated side tabs; silver bubble hoop earrings; twin Stiletto Daggers—kept up the sleeves, in specialized harness; Gerber Yari II Tanto—kept sheathed on lower-back, in pants

- Yukichi Fukuzawa: clavicle-length, straight, messy silver hair, parted in the middle, with thick, messy fringe and twin chin-length side-locks; metallic ice blue eyes; a light tan complexion; a lean, muscular body with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and V-shape of the torso; slight eye-bags under eyes; 6'1"
Role: Underboss/Second-in-Command of the Nakahara Family; President of Nakahara Enterprises
Age: 45
Birthday: January 10
Nationality: Japanese
Ability: All Men Are Equal
allowed an individual Gifted greater control over their own Ability; able to adjust the power of one's Abilities so that they may be controlled; field of range applied only to those of his choosing (the Nakahara Family)
Capabilities/Weapon(s) -
expert in Kenjutsu, Shinkendo, Kendo, Wing Chun, Kung-Fu, Karate, Judo, Jujutsu, and Muay Thai
effective in Close-Quarters Combat
master tactician and well-versed in the art of observation, perception, deductive reasoning and interrogation
gifted intellect, master assassin and skilled in espionage, intelligence gathering, infiltration and sabotage
skilled lie detector, lip reader, cryptographer, thief, pickpocket, lock picker, bluffer/fast talker, concealer, sleight of hand, and escape artist
Silver Wolf: a katana; a moderately curved, slender, single-edged, black blade with a silver edge; a dark navy blue tsuka-ito (hilt-wrapping) with white samegawa (ray skin wrap), a dark bronze elliptical tsuba (hand-guard), and a dark bronze kashira (pommel); a painted black saya (scabbard) with a dark bronze kojiri (end cap)
Main Outfit: a black mantle with golden borders and wide sleeves—worn draped over shoulders like a cape; a fern green long yukata with white trimming and wide sleeves, kept closed by a hunter green obi-belt; white shin tabi socks; straw zōri sandals; Silver Wolf—kept sheathed at left hip, in obi-belt

- Ranpo Edogawa: nape-length, spiky, messy ebony black hair with long, choppy fringe; bold green eyes; a fair complexion; a slim, wiry body with slender shoulders, a narrow waist, and V-shape of the torso; eyes kept closed most of the time; 5'6"
Role: Consigliere/Executive/Head Strategist of the Nakahara Family; Administrative Services Manager of Nakahara Enterprises
Age: 26
Birthday: October 21
Nationality: Japanese
Ability: Ultra-Deduction
allowed him to deduce the "truth" and to find information and clues about a certain situation no matter how small, and with them instantaneously make extremely precise predictions; none of his deductions were known to be erroneous or inaccurate; "activated" by putting on a pair of black-framed rectangular glasses
Capabilities/Weapon(s) -
expert in Close-Quarters Combat
genius intellect: a certified genius; incredibly intelligent
master tactician: a masterful strategist; able to formulate battle strategies and brilliant tactical sense allowed to alter any strategy to fit the changing needs of the situation
well-versed in the art of observation, perception, deductive reasoning and interrogation and skilled in espionage, intelligence gathering, infiltration and sabotage
skilled lie detector, lip reader, cryptographer, thief, pickpocket, lock picker, bluffer/fast talker, concealer, sleight of hand, and escape artist
Main Outfit: a chocolate brown tweed inverness cape—draped over the shoulders, kept in place by twin black buttons; a black vest; a white dress shirt; a lilac purple tie; chocolate brown tweed capri pants; white knee socks; black loafers; a chocolate brown newsboy cap

So, how was that? I hope it's a good beginning. It will be a little slow starting while I set everything up, but once the information part gets done, the real story will start, I promise.

Just to clarify, Kansuke and Colette are OCs, who are Chuuya's parents - and Kouyou's dad and stepmom (her biological mother was killed prior to Kansuke meeting Colette, four years later).

Translations (I do apologize if any of this French is wrong - I got it off Google translate, I do not speak the language)
- Si formel: So formal
- mon amour: my love
- Ils m'ont trouvé. Comment m'ont-ils trouvé?: They found me. How did they find me?
- Tout est de ma faute: This is all my fault.
- connerie: shit