EDIT; Age issue with New oc fixed!
"Hey there Chuuuuyaaa!~ You look like you're in a bind."
Time slowed.
"Why are you here you piece of shit? You want to join the festivities and kill me too?"
All around the copper haired fifteen year old everything came to an abrupt painful grinding halt.
"Mori sent me with a message. He wants me to officially invite you to be a member of the Port Mafia."
She couldn't scream though it was right there on the tip of her tongue waiting to be released.
"In return for saving my life, is that it?"
She couldn't breathe.
"Ugh I really don't care what you choose, I'm just here for the blood bath. Mori is a pretty demanding employer. The moment I joined the Port Mafia, he put me in charge of the army. Now that two of our enemies, the GSS and the Sheep, have formed an alliance we have to shut them down before they become completly coordinated. If I do my job, by noon today they'll all be dead."
Was she breathing still?
"You'd actually hurt those kids?"
She couldn't hear herself scream, let alone think about if she was still breathing or not. But her lungs burned as though they were on fire.
"Our policy never changes. That being said there is one other possibility. If someone familiar with the enemy asked me not to go through with it, I would take that under advisment."
Her legs were useless...she knew this. But still...
"Someone on your team you mean."
She totally forgot about For The Tainted Sorrow's hold on her. Not that it mattered because the crimson glow of the gravity manipulating ability was long gone from her form.
"Right. A fellow colleague in the Port Mafia. I could trust the suggestion of one of my own."
She pushed herself stumbling to her feet like a child just learning to walk the short distance between her parent's outstreached arms.
"So you wanna make a deal. You really are the devil."
Blood.
"Don't forget though, that I won those games we made bets on together. You'd be working for me in this organization and I have every intention of working you to the bone."
There was blood everywhere. Her eyes easily finding and zeroing in on every small speck of it splashed around the scene like slopped paint on a canvas.
"I'm going to tear you to shreds one day!"
Blood was splashed accross the ground.
"I like that look in your eyes. Like a wild beast."
Blood was pooling soaking into the dark jacket of the brunette detective's mafia-black attire. More so when a hand removed the offending blade tossing it aside to press a pair of black gloves there to the wound.
"Just don't kill the children."
She was far too panicked to realize that not all the blood spilled was that of her father.
"Very well. Listen up everyone! As we discussed earlier, none of the kids are to be harmed!"
She was too panicked to notice the tactical military-grade combat knife being flung away to the side.
"I see. He knew this was going to happen and planned accordingly. It all started when he made that phone call at the arcade! He purposefully did that in front of my people to spred doubt. That damn son of a bitch! If thats how you wanna play it...I'm in!"
She didn't register the audible cracking sound of shattering bones as Chūya delivered a swift kick to the limp form of Yaun, sending the female member of Sheep careening back into the opposing wall of the delapadated building. A thin trail of blood droplets arching through the air in the wake of the body. The man had sliced the women's artery after all. It was almost an instant death. The teen ignored Chūya's use of her parent's affectionate name for her. His constant calling trying to get her attention to snap her out of her state of panic falling repeatedly on def ears. She was too far gone into her head now kneeling beside him and Dazai after running, almost tripping more like it, over to the two men. Wide eyed...chest rising and falling rapidly with each fearfull gasp of breath...small body shaking like mad...
Yukiko stopped trembling.
She stared down at the hand which had taken her own in its grasp. The teen's body relaxing as if by instinct at the touch which, unlike how it was on the trip over, was purely soft. Gentle. Understanding. It wasn't the kind of touch that one would expect from the traitorous ex-Executive. It wasn't the kind of touch that one would expect from a man who seemed like he was almost more at home in the casual street clothes that seemed to fit him oddly very well, then his typical elegant dark mafia clothes. Yet it was a touch that was equally as far from foreign to her from both men just the same. 'It's alright. Rest now Chibi.', the touch always seemed to communicate just like now. The young ability user's surroundings started coming back into focus thanks to that touch. "Dad-", the girl started trying to choke out and give voice to her thoughts but failing. The detective was still bleeding from the stab wound in his gut after all and she had no idea what to do, but watching Dazai die in front of her was not an option. Why'd he have to take the women's attack for Chūya? The boss of the Port Mafia could have easily handled the Sheep member's assult...he stopped showers of bullets and was capable of uprooting entire buildings for the love of all things! So why? Why had Dazai gotten in the way of the attack as he had? "Dad-"
"Outside. Now.", said Dazai cutting accross his daughter not giving her room to argue the matter. Because she would he knew. His voice was level, low and firm... words being unmistakable as an order as opposed to request. Yet the privet investigator's eyes were more along the lines of just melted chocolate as they looked up at the fearfull teen fussing over him. His thumb running over the top of her hand as an attempt at reassurance that he'd be alright. Because he would...sort of...he'd survive the injury from the Sheep women but his ex-partner's retaliation for his plan? Weather or not the ability user survived that remaind to be seen.
She looked hesitant. It seemed like at first that Yukiko wasn't going to heed the agency member's instruction to leave and wait outside the condemned building. At a glance she clearly didn't want to leave the two men with hand curling into fists in frustration at her internal dilemma. The fifteen year old didn't want to leave Dazai's side. Not after almost loosing him once already to those flames that reduced their car to liquid metal in seconds. It took another hand coming into her line of sight seemingly out of nowhere to rest accross the detective's chest for the hesitant teen to be completly knocked from her stupor. Dazai then shifted, or rather someone shifted Dazai, causing Yukiko to look from one black-clad man to the other sitting behind him.
Chūya had moved the suicide prone ability user so that the brunette man was now sitting more up right in his lap. Dazai's back pressed braced against the more patite man's torso, his free hand gripping almost white knuckled onto the arm that rested accross his chest. The blue-eyed gravity manipulator leaned forward and, despite his smaller stature, somehow curled up protectivly around the detective managing to rest his head on the other man's shoulder. Legs came up bent at the knees so feet were flat against the floor making him look like a prepared spring just in case an unwelcomed guest arrived. This way Chūya could leap out of harms way dragging his ex-partner with him considering his ability wasn't working with them in physical contact thanks to No Longer Human's nullification. Though there was no way he'd relinquish his hold on the former Executive just to use his own Gift. The other hand held pressure to the knife wound in Dazai's abdomen in an attempt to slow the bleeding there. 'It'll be fine so don't worry. We've been doing this crap for awhile. We've got this...your idiot dad and me.'
The copper haired fifteen year old felt the detective's thumb ceasing it's calming action on the back of her hand as bewildered understanding dawned on her. The teen still didn't want to leave her dad's side any more then she had yet wiggled her hand reluctantly out from under Dazai's. If just to test her thoughts if nothing else. And sure enough its place was immedietly taken over by the hand resting over the brunette's chest in no time. Yukiko blinked while watching the boss's fingers curling to intertwine with the brunette agency member's naturally. As if by instinct or tons of practice. Both men totally calm, even with one of them bleeding out in the other's lap thanks to a wound that could still turn fatal from the enemy. Chūya sitting there on the floor of the building hunched over protectivly wrapped around Dazai like a living shield of sorts. Meanwhile the possibly dying man was reclined almost casually in the more patite man's lap as though he was reclining in the front seat of the Lambo again.
Why? How?
How were the two men able to remain as they were with the possibility one of them could die and the other could be watching said man die in front of him? Did the two ability users not love each other after all? Even if they didn't, surely they'd do something with their daughter there watching. Right? The two wouldn't subject her to watching as a spectator while one of them died. Right!? The fifteen year old was about to speak up again and urge the gravity-manipulator to get the taller man to a hospital or back to headquarters somehow when-
"So this time there is a casualty. At least you didn't call me all the way out here for nothing this time Dazai.", came a female voice accompanied by the clacking sound of heels on cement.
Yukiko froze. She knew that voice...she'd only heard it every so often but she knew that voice just the same. Whipping her body around forgetting about her parents for the moment, the young Nakahara's eyes turned to blue disks. A women dressed in a white button up blouse with puffy sleeves that end in the middle of her forearm was the one who'd spoken up breaking the surrounding silence. Her shirt tucked into a plain black skirt that flared out above her knees. Black goves that reached past her wrist, a black tie, and black tights accompanied the ensamble. The entire look being finished off with a pair of high red heels and a golden butterfly clip on the side of her dark bob.
Armed Detective Agency Investigator and Physician: Yosano Akiko
Ability: Thou Shall Not Die
Meanwhile a second figure stepped out from behind the new arrival into the teen's line of sight. Another feminine form that was just as familiar, though smaller and more cheerfull then the adult she accompanied. Long loose locks as bright as her own but pink in color, held back out of her face with a pair of cartoonish hairclips. On the left side a cute black and white tiger face. On the right was clipped a X made from two crossed black feathers. Her clothing consisted of a simple black straight skirt that stopped at the middle of her thighs. Her top was a white button up shirt with a corset-like simple black piece bodice over it, all accompanied by a long sleeved white jacket trimmed in black bearing a custom made 'ADA' pin over the right breast on her chest. Feet rocking back and forth in black ballerina flats, matching silk-like ribbons wrapped up about her ankles into expert bows.
Armed Detective Agency Affiliated: Nakajima Emily
Ability: Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
HAPPY LEAP YEAR GIFT! You all will be getting a special 3 for 2 special for Febuary-March thanks to this Leap Year! I'm working on the next chapter now.
Watched Fifteen during this little poece of writing...fun times... Anyway this is written slightly differently but ah well...I like. The bold italics are from the third episode in season three called Only A Diamond Can Polish Another Diamond. Also again NOT as planned BUT this was neccessary. Plus I decided to save the big fight for Soukoku vs Shirase. I also changed their car from a Tesla to a black Lamborghini because wholly heck! It is a beautiful car!~
Yeah I was able to reintroduce another Cannon...this one a member of the agency! Oh and the new oc! Muahaha! Try to guess her rl counterpart! Her last name will tell you the father and her real author counterpart will point you at who her mother is!
