Prologue

Two figures walked side-by-side in the dark streets of Yokohama, a city filled with hope and prosperity in the day… while violence and crime reigned in the night. It was thirty-six minutes past twelve on a chilly night in November. Feet scraping on the cold pavements, the smaller one of the two figures tried her best to keep her breathing from hitching and to keep herself from tipping away from her balanced form. Her vision was starting to blur and the wounds on her small petite body were starting to itch. She looked at the other figure with drowsy eyes.

A boy, no older than eighteen years old, clad in a black ominous coat and an unfeeling expression walked beside her. This boy was a colleague; he entered their organization a few weeks after she did. Naturally, she expected them to bond in a strong 'partners-in-crime' way but the boy showed no interest in her ideas and suggestions. He, also, does not seem to be currently willing to carry her if ever she passes out on the alleyway at that moment. She was grateful, nonetheless, for the said boy had saved her from an attempted arrest and an almost murder due to the endless pursuit of the Armed Detectives Agency. She had been reported as a drug lord, in the past month, but her transactions and fishing trips were never about drugs.

Despite the long list of criminal records of the Port Mafia, it was an unwritten code that not one is to be tempted in to producing, selling or using drugs. It's just a disaster waiting to happen and the leader does not approve of it, not one bit. Try if you dare but you will easily be taken care of.

The flickering of lights in the nearby lamp made her stop, slowly looking behind her. A feeling of being gazed at planted itself on her mind. Could it be that those agents are following us? She thought to herself. Shrugging the thought aside, with the little energy she had, the girl started, "You know, Ryuu, if you haven't been walking around Yokohama…"

"You would've been taken as a prisoner." He continued her statement, before coughing softly, trying his best to suppress the irritating feeling in his lungs. 'Ryuu' added in annoyance, "And do not casually call me by my first name, Yamazaki."

Ryuu, or most commonly known as the Silent Rabid Dog of the Port Mafia, gave a sideways look at the girl beside him. He was merely walking around the town, looking for interesting things to do when he heard familiar voices of the Armed Detectives. Ryuu curiously followed the voices, only to see Yamazaki being dissected half-to-death by two of the agents belonging to the said organization. "I owe you one, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke." The petite girl said with a smile, fully enunciating his name with gratefulness. "What would you like for breakfast tomorrow? My treat." She said, weakly lifting up her hand to pat Akutagawa's shoulder.

She heard him sigh in infuriation at her response, only to cough a few seconds later. Yamazaki chuckled a little, forcing her face to keep her smile despite the perpetual pain from the wounds she had acquired. The girl did not mind the pain; it was somewhat pleasurable to some extent. To those who didn't know her, they would've called her weird… but the saying had always been true.

'There is always something wrong with gifted people,' as the old ability users may say. She's no exception. Her sense of pain and pleasure was almost borderline non-existent. One could call her condition close to the masochistic behaviors. Even her mentor would find it disturbing to hear her moan in pleasure while in the middle of training.

"Have your wounds treated first." He stated, his voice somewhat lacing a tone of worry. At the detection of his tone, Yamazaki almost had her hopes up in hearing more words of concern from her partner, only to be disappointed at the continuation of Akutagawa's statement. "Nakahara-san won't be happy with those… Even if you're our resident 'masochist', he'd go ballistic if he finds his student dying and not by his hands, at that." He finished, coughing once again.

Yamazaki sighed and rolled her eyes. Typical, Ryuu. She thought to herself as she patted his back, a habit she's developed while working with the raven-haired boy. The girl felt him stiffen up but decided to scold him with the remaining vigor left in her body, "You should… really bring water when you're going for a walk… You sound like a dying whale." Suddenly, her world was spinning and she was tripping over herself. Her hands made contact with the rough concrete, a feeling of pain and pleasure immediately shot up through her body. She could feel herself coughing her lungs out, a metallic taste left on her mouth. Blood? With shaky hands, she brought it up her to her mouth - only to confirm her suspicions as she felt the liquid drip down her chin.

Strong arms helped Yamazaki stabilize her position from the ground, calloused hands wiped off the blood on her chin. "Speak for yourself…" Akutagawa said monotonously, staring at the pitiful brunette infront of him. He hoisted her in an upright position with surprising gentleness, as if he's afraid to break her further. "You sound like you're dying."

"I am dying." The girl laughed wholeheartedly, and with that, Yamazaki unceremoniously fainted in the arms of none other than mafia's most fearsome assassin.

"Tch. You lazy-ass."

Author's Note:

HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY! So, I'm not abandoning my other story, Interlaced Kismet, but I'll be putting this up here~ Because I'm that shameless and thirsty enough to actually do a DazaixOC story! Hehe~

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