"Sir. I don't believe that would be very prudent. This boy is dangerous."

"I have meassures in place."

-Rondo warning Mori against having him release the boy from his ability-based restraints, and Mori refusing

Dazai, Chūya, Fifteen Years Old


Armed Detective Agency Affiliated; Nakajima Emily

***Ability; Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

"Yukiko.."

No response.

"Helloooo! Earth to Yukiko Nakahara-Dazai, Ms. Port Mafia! Anybody home in there!?"

Still the copper haired teen made no acknowledgement of the younger girl trying to get her attention.

"Peel-"

"DON'T!" The reaction was reflexive. It wasn't something Yukiko meant to happen, it just did when the teen heard the name spoken with an unfamiliar voice. Nobody was allowed to call her that. Her family in the mafia upper echelon shortened her name affectionately to 'Yuki'. Her parents called her 'Chibi' because she looked like a miniture female version of the underground boss. But that name? That particular name which she both despised and sent unwelcomed shivers along her spine? The lowest grunt knew better then to dare to utter that name while addressing the boss's daughter and here the future detective did just that. Yukiko's grip tightened with warning around the pink haired girl's wrist causing her to try shrinking back in realization of her mistake. But the wannabe mafioso only pulled the twelve year old ability user closer to her by yanking her arm upwards above the young girl's head. "Don't-", Yukiko's voice was dangerously low as she glared at the pinkette, "-use that name. Understand Em? I don't care if you let it slip or not, no more using it or we will see just what dad has taught you so far."

The pink haired young girl nodded her head vigerously staring wide eyed at the sudden switch the teen's mood took. All because of a name too. "I-I'm sorry Yukiko, really! I promise I won't call you that ever again!", said Emily biting back the bit about only wanting the older girl's attention. Yukiko had been staring at Yosano treating Dazai accross the room all spaced out and silent for the past minute or so. Everything else had failed to get the copper haired Gifted's attention so she thought why not try calling her 'Peel'. Yeah...bad call on the girl's part. Very bad idea indeed.

"Chibi?"

Yukiko's grip on the young girl instantly loosened at the voice of the azure eyed gravity-manipulator, thus letting the pinkette drop to the ground. "It's nothing Boss!", she called back to the man quickly trying to cover her rash action. Not only would she never have peace again but daring to attempt harm on an ally, even an unofficial untrained one, was asking for punishment. Blue locked on blue over the distance of the room before the teen noticed Chūya's attention be called back to her dad by the male detective himself. Though the feeling her dad's attending doctor also had at least half her attention on her remaind. Looking away from the three adults as Dazai lowered his ex-partner's hand from his lips, Yukiko fell back against the wall that should have crumbled under her weight but didn't. Eyes now turned back on the Gifted who'd accompanied the good doctor with a questioning weary look, "Why are you even here? Either they have no idea you're here or your parents have gone nuts letting you come to a place like this. And without them. You're still just a brat." The copper haired teen crossed her arms over her chest while her nerves did their best to settle down again from the sudden jolt of aggression. From the occasional reports she'd caught Dazai giving in conversation with the mafia boss when asked on the kid's progress, his future apprentice was coming along but was nowhere near combat ready. Plus there was the fact Emily wasn't even a teenager yet...soon but not now...let alone an agency member. If anything the pinkette could be considered an intern with a few simple office-based tasks on her daily to do lists.

The future detective took a small step back from the older girl eyeing her carefully. A bit of fear still behind her faintly purple-tinted green eyes as she watched the fifteen year old. Hand rubbing her now freed wrist. Face warped into that of a pouting child at Yukiko calling her a brat and questioning her presence, a burst of confidence rising in her. Hand on her hip, "For your information I'm twelve now, not a little child and definetly not a "brat"! The President and mom and dad are just being stubborn about letting me handle cases! But I still do desk work so I'm still working for the agency thank you!", she huffed.

The Nakahara snorted closing her eyes unconvinced, "You sure sound like a brat to me."

The little girl whirled on the mafia affiliated girl, "Am not! For your information meanie, I'm here because Dazai called Yosano a little while ago saying he'd need her help and expertise! My wings are much faster then a car, so I brought her!" The pinkette brushed a lock of her hair from her eyes with a expression of superiority on her face. "You're welcome for saving your dad's life! All you could do was stare!"

That hit a nerve...again. You'd think after nearly being sent pinned to the ground that the not-yet Rookie Detective would know to tred more carefully with her words around the wannabe mafioso. Luckily for Emily that the copper haired young ability user wasn't stupid enough to try and put a certain weretiger detective in the same position as Dazai was currently in. Aside from not suicidal enough to take on a much more experienced combat orianted Gifted, there was said dad and her uncle's reactions to consider. Death would quite possibly be a welcomed alternative. So instead the fifteen year old steeled herself forcing her emotions down as best she could manage to seem totally neutral. She couldn't let the kid inside her head or nothing would work as hoped. No matter how hard it was turning out to be at the moment. "Please. All you did was bring the person that is saving dad's life, you didn't do anything yourself to save him though. And to think I've been lectured about my atitiude. But-", Yukiko paused a moment on purpose to let some curiosity build in the Nakajima offspring, "-if you're really not a kid as you brag about then why not prove it? Anybody can do desk work but only a REAL detective can handle a request from a client...I'll even pay you for it if I have to. Provided you can actually pull it off which I seriously doubt." Yukiko opened her eyes to the satisfying sight of a pair of wide purple-tinted green staring at her with their full willing attention. This manipulation thing was almost too easy as long as you had half a brain to know just who you were trying to influence. Too bad there was no way this sort of tactic would ever work on the adults the copper haired Gifted knew. Still maybe this was a tactic that was well worth exploring in the future depending on the situation and who the blue eyed fifteen year old was dealing with.

Emily blinked titlting her head at Yukiko like a curious bird. "A job? For me?", she asked forgetting their little arguement.

The young space-manipulator nodded in confirmation, "Yeup and it's a job only you can do Em."

"What is it?", asked the pinkette just as eagerly as Yukiko was hoping she would be to hear her out.

Grinning at the sucess her plan was bringing without much effort on her part, "It's something any apprentice of Dad's could do. It would be a little more of a pain if Dad was around but there is no way hes going to leave Boss's side, so you should have an easy time of it." A mischevious spark lit up behind the azure orbs as the teen's voice dropped just in case they were overheard. "I need information both Boss and Dad refuse to give me but I bet the Armed Detective Agency has or can get their hands on. Firstly I need information on Leech...where she is...what she is doing...is she alone or did she go with a squad for back up...that sort of thing. Secondly I need you to remember this spelling A-R-A-H-A-B-A-K-I and bring me as much information, any information, you find on him." Something wasn't right and the female ability user had no idea if it was the lack of phone call when the setting sun was streaking the sky above Suribachi City in vibrant hues of pinks, oranges and yellows. OR if it was the fact she felt like her parents were opting out of certain details essential to this case surrounding Sheep and Arahabaki. Perhaps it was both who knew. But one of her earliest lessons was, aside from violence, the mafia's true nature was to manipulate their surroundings by any means they could use. Well Emily Nakajima was part of the fifteen year old's surroundings, and it wasn't likely the timing would be more perfect to launch her own investigation on her matters of interest.

While the odd spelling didn't catch the pinkette's attention all that much, the first topic caught quite a bit of her attention. It wasn't something Emily would ever expect to hear from the teenage mafia member after all. Not the information part but who she wanted information about. Blinking, "You...want me to find out information on her?", Emily asked incredulously not buying that she had actually heard Yukiko's request correctly. Of all the people her teacher's daughter could want information on, to say this was unexpected was down playing things. "Did you screw up? You always know what shes up to.", said the girl still trying to mentally process the request.

"If I knew what she was up to I wouldn't go through the trouble of asking you to get information on where she was. I'd just go there and kick her ass myself.", Yukiko pointed out with a sigh shaking her head. The copper haired girl momentarily lifted her eyes from the younger girl watching the trio of adults a ways away from them. The agency doctor's expression she couldn't see thanks to her back being towards them, but it looked like Yosano was stiching up her dad's side. Black coat pushed aside out of the way and shirt cut around the injury site for easier access to the wound itself. Yukiko was worried to look at Dazai, knowing how much he claimed to hate pain and having a needle threading your skin together was bound to at least uncomfortable. But the detective didn't seem to notice even discomfort and the reason? If the young teen had to guess? More then likely it was due to the man all but wrapped around him keeping the brunette talking. "Look can you back up your words or not Em?", asked Yukiko turning back to the pinkette, "Normally she'd call me with a stupid rant about whatever the boss had her doing for the day but an earlier incident left my phone crushed. Without a way to communicate I need to find a new way to check in with the bloodsucking psychopath."

The Nakajima kept her attention on Yukiko mulling over the brightly colored haired teen's words silently. Both girls stayed in silence for the next several minutes while Emily thought about her decision, something which the Nakahara seemed more then patient about allowing her to do, until both their names were called effectivly braking it. The female doctor had finished treating the young girl's future mentor and was calling them both over. Turning briefly to the mafia member, "Alright I'll do it. I'll get you the information you want, but you can't tell Dazai or mom and dad about it or I'm saying you put me up to it okay? Mr. Katai gave me a few basic hacking lessons...how hard can it be?"

Yukiko couldn't help the look of triumph on her face, "Then consider yourself hired Em. I'll be waiting." Blue eyes drifting back towards her parents as Yosano and Chūya helped Dazai to his feet.

'When I find you, you'd better still be alive Leech. I'm gonna kick your ass for making me feel this way again damn psychopath.'


****Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

Based on one of Emily Dickinson's(who is Emily's real inspiration) most famous poems called "Hope" is the Thing with Feathers, this ability lets Emily take on the traits of a Tengu. A Tengu being a legendary creature in Japanese folklore, often depicted as a Yokai or a supernatural being. Once labeled as disruptive demons and messangers of war, their image softened over time to more protectors (though still dangerous) of forests and mountains. Though she doesn't have much control over it as a whole, for a child Emily has remarkable control possibly due to being a part of the agency though still only allowed to do desk or office work. Though Dazai has already begun helping the girl with her ability training her control of it.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers lets Emily transform herself into a avain being, from a full fledged giant black crow with a pink sheen to her feathers to just her arms to wings or nails to talons and so on. The partial transformations being more common for the girl. Emily rarely uses the full transformation due to her lack of control meaning it only lasts for several minutes and has only been known to use it once every 24 hours. Her ability also grants Emily the capability of flight using her wings as well as enhanced senses such as: sight, endurance, strength, reflexes, stamina, agility and coordination.

Sort of short transitionary chapter... This chapter was called "Putting Meassures Into Place" because there are some schemes that are put into effect. First is obviously Dazai's with having lured out Yaun and the call he made in the car being revealed as him warning Yosano they'd need her. (We will also see some Soukoku's evil planning and the whole reason they have their daughter along for this crazy ride by the end of this unless you uys can figure it out.(Their idea of a family vacation lol.)) Plus we start to see Dazai has rubbed off on Yukiko as Chuya has. Though mostly loyal, loud and brazen and leap before acting as her papa, she has a bit of a dark side from the Demon Prodigy that we get glimpses of from time to time from here on through the rest of the fiction. Also yes I put AtsushixLucy here with Emily. Sorry Shin Soukoku fans, but personally I dont see these boys being in love with each other (and has nothing to do with how cute Higuchi is around Akutagawa lol!).