Summary: Ougai Mori—Yokohama's most infamous underground doctor—is a formidable genius with a reputation on the same level as the Port Mafia's. His clientele and contacts range from the aforementioned Port Mafia to the Japanese government's Special Abilities Department. Ougai Mori's least known trait is his proclivity to somewhat accidentally adopt children with special abilities. Dad!Mori.

Six White Venus

—Sakunose Oda

Yokohama, Japan

Chuuya walked around the kitchen, ignoring the heavy weight on his leg. He started the morning coffee and took out three mugs—one for himself, one for Mori, and one for Dazai. He craned his neck to look at his leg. "Having fun down there? Enjoying the ride?"

Q was clinging to Chuuya's leg, in a manner similar to a limpet on a rock.

"You're getting so heavy. Have you grown?" Chuuya teased.

Q pouted. "I'm nine! Of course I'm big."

"Yeah. Right."

Q peered up at his big brother with narrowed eyes. He couldn't tell if Chuuya was being sarcastic. "Are you lying?"

Chuuya chuckled. "Me? Never, look at you. You're gigantic."

XXX

"Chuuya!"

There was only one person who shouted his name with such annoying, fake enthusiasm.

Chuuya groaned. He turned around, as it was better to have one's death be from the front than from behind. "What?"

Oda let Dazai dragged him along, while shouting out the name of someone called "Chuuya". He then watched in amusement as the two teenage boys squabbled in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Oh. Right. Odasaku, this is Chuuya," Dazai introduced.

"Oda Sakunose. A pleasure to meet you." He was a tall man with red hair and a short tan coat on, a good idea considering the chilly night breeze that snuck by them. His face was kind, an odd trait to have considering he was employed by the Port Mafia. But, he had taken in five orphans after the Dragon Head Incident and Shibusawa. That made the question less of why he looked kind, and more how he had ended up in the Port Mafia in the first place.

"Chuuya Nakahara. Same to you."

XXX

Ango was a bit plain looking. He could pass for a regular office worker without trying, despite his status as a Port Mafia intelligence member. He wore round spectacles with silver rims. He went drinking with Oda and Dazai regularly to keep an eye on them. It was rare that he did not only order tomato juice.

The three men were walking back from Lupin—their favorite bar—through the misty streets of Yokohama.

Dazai had slung his arms around the shoulders of Oda and Ango. He turned his head towards Ango to remark about something.

There was a crack and a boom. There was a spurt of blood from Ango's shirt. He had been shot.

Dazai let go of Oda and supported Ango.

Oda pulled out his gun. He shoved his friends to the side to help them avoid a gunshot from the mist.

Ango grunted as his wound was jolted by Oda.

Dazai was pressing a wad of bandages to Ango's chest. He didn't remember unraveling them off his arm.

Oda loosed several shots into the darkness.

Dazai used his free hand to pull out his phone.

Hellion number 2: fren shot

Hellion number 2: hlp

Mori: Report

Hellion number 2: shot to chest from several yards away

Hellion number 2: exact caliber unknown, but handgun used

Mori: If you can, bring him to the house, now

XXX

Oda was carrying Ango in his arms. Dazai had borrowed Oda's gun to protect them in case someone tried to attack them again.

Dazai entered the house without announcing himself. He went down the hall and veered to the right, approaching the door at the end of the second hallway with hidden desperation.

The door to the infirmary was open. Mori was waiting for them. Yosano was cleaning several instruments.

"Carry him to that bed." Mori pointed out the place to Oda. He paused a moment, glancing at his ward. "Dazai, go wash your hands."

Dazai stared at his bloodied fingers. He nodded slowly. He pulled his sleeve down to cover the scars on his uncovered arm. He walked out of the room.

Oda found Dazai in the kitchen. He watched his friend wash Ango's blood from his hands.

Dazai's phone buzzed.

"Odasaku, who is it?"

"It says. . .Slug. Slug says: what happened?"

"Chuuya," Dazai simply explained. "Toss me it."

Oda lobbed the phone to Dazai. He didn't notice the audience in the kitchen doorway.

Mackerel: I brought Mori-san a patient

Slug: Who?

Mackerel: a

Mackerel: . . .

Mackerel: friend

Slug: You have friends now?

Slug: That is, friends that aren't Odasaku?

Mackerel: :p

Mackerel: trying to lord your friend count over me, Mr. Popular?

. . .

Mackerel is typing

Slug: No

Slug: I'm happy you're finally starting to get friends

Slug: It's good for you

Dazai looked up to find Oda surrounded by Gin, Ryuunosuke, and Q-he snorted at their looks of awe.

Oda is getting along great with his family and Ango would be fine with Mori and Yosano taking care of that wound. Everything was fine, it's just now his friends would know his family.

Mackerel: yeah

Mackerel: you might be right

Slug: What did you say?

Dazai scowled.

Mackerel: might

XXX

Ango woke up in an unfamiliar place. He felt better than he had in a long time. He never knew thought recovering from a gunshot wound could actually be a good experience. Maybe he really did just need to relax and sleep more, instead of pulling so many all-nighters doing backlogged paperwork.

Ango looked down. There were bandages covering his chest, as expected. He must be on some good painkillers as he didn't feel a twinge of pain from the gunshot wound.

"Lie back down," a voice ordered.

Ango obeyed, before his fuzzy mind could figure out why. He looked to the left, expecting some sort of shady underground doctor. He wasn't wrong, but he hadn't included Ougai Mori onto the options list as Ango had no connection to the doctor.

"Dazai brought you here," Mori explained.

"Why can't I feel the pain?"

"I have you on some strong painkillers. That's why you feel so numb."

Ango narrowed his eyes. For some reason, he felt like that was wrong.

"Head back," Mori ordered. "I'm going to check under your bandages."

There was a stab of pain as something cold and sharp in Mori's hand expertly cut into Ango's chest, dulled though it was. It was not a slash, so much as it was a precise circle of skin being cut away. "So, you're a spy. How's that going for you?"

Ango stiffened. He bit his lip at the pain. "What?" He was feeling incredibly fortunate that the doctor had given him medication beforehand.

"You're a spy for the government."

Why was the doctor gradually deepening a hole, slowly carving out flesh? That was not where Ango had gotten shot. Why was the doctor creating a new hole? Ango paled. He was still wasn't feeling anything from the place where he had gotten shot, even though one of Mori's fingers had brushed against it.

"I'll keep your secret. But here's what I want you to do. Omit everything about me and Dazai, claim Oda was able to keep you alive, and that the bullet hit nothing vital." Mori tapped the end of the scalpel next to the hole he had made. "That bullet hit you here. It did not nick your heart. Understood?"

"I understand, Mori-sensei," Ango quietly rasped. He had little other options. His thoughts strayed to the morbid possibility of what would have happened to him if he ended up here and not known Dazai. He would had been at a bigger disadvantage and possibly not made it out alive, even with spilling his secrets.

XXX

A Few Months Later

Q was perched on Dazai's shoulders, Chuuya was on his phone, but was keeping an eye on his two brothers at the same time. The Akutagawas were a step behind, coraling Oda's children to make sure they didn't lose any. Oda's children were: Kousuke, Katsumi, Yuu, Shinji and Sakura, with Sakura being the only girl.

Mori and Oda were at the front of the group.

"Do you want to leave the Port Mafia?" Mori asked.

Oda almost missed his step. He stopped preemptively. He studied the doctor for a few moments, conscious of the children behind them. "Yes," he admitted with a grim resolve of a person headed to war.

"Good." Mori started walking again.

Oda cocked his head to the side but followed, as he didn't want anyone behind to run into him.

Mori opened his mouth. "I made a deal, or well, a bet with Kouyou-kun."

Oda's jaw fell open, not at the statement but what had come after.

"If all goes well. . . you can, after this."

Oda's fingers trembled. He forced himself to keep moving forward. He quietly replied, "Mori-sensei, there's nothing I can do to repay you if you can get me and the kids a chance at a new life. What do I need to do?"

Mori cast a look behind them. "We'll talk later," he promised.

XXX

Gin had stayed to help Mori with the children.

Q and Oda's kids got along like a house on fire (the only reason such a thing did not actually happen was because of their watchers's efforts).

Gin was quickly crowned Gin-onee-chan by the children. Yosano-who had gone with the boys to ensure they would stay alive-had already earned being called Yosano-onee-san earlier. As the next on the list, Oda's kid were trying to figure out what to call Mori.

"Jiji (Old man)," Katsumi said.

"I'm in my thirties," Mori deadpanned. He would omit the fact he was in his late thirties, no need to specify.

"Wow, that's so old," Yuu exclaimed.

Mori let out a mental groan. He had forgotten that to children, young and old were rather skewed concepts.

"Ojii-chan (Grandpa)," Sakura declared. Her siblings furiously nodded their heads.

"No," Mori deadpanned.

"Grandpa," all of Oda's children said in unison.

Q was on the floor, trembling with surprised mirth.

Mori felt the urge to drag a hand down his face, he had an idea of how Kouyou felt about being called Ane-san now.

Gin stifled her laughter behind a fist.

Mori stood up. "Alright, brats."

"We're not brats," came the indignant reply from five children.

Mori smirked. "You call me Grandpa, you get called brats."

XXX

Oda and his kids were asleep in the guest bedroom upstairs. Yosano, Q, and the Akutagwa siblings had also gone to sleep upstairs.

Mori was making tea, upon request of his two still awake wards. He had refused to let Chuuya and Dazai have coffee this late. He studied the two as the electric kettle warmed up the water.

Dazai had gained some heart, even if it was torn and often stony. His eyes were still dark, but not cold. The smile on his lips had grown less forced, as it took less effort for him to act happy.

Chuuya had gained mental strength, some smarts and common sense that kept his siblings alive. He had continued to get stronger physically and trained Gin so that she could defend herself. His blue eyes did not remind Mori of the sky, but of Yokohama bay, a far more apt allegory considering the boy's love for the ocean and the city.

Dazai furrowed his eyebrows. "Why are you looking at us like that?"

Mori chuckled. "I'm merely. . .happy about how you two have grown."

XXX

"They declared you dead." Ango looked shaken. He expected Oda to fade away at any moment.

"I apologize. We had to work quickly." Oda lowered his head.

"I'm just glad you're safe." Ango smiled. He had his suspicions about how Oda got out and the shiny new business permit the Port Mafia had gotten, but that could wait for later.

XXX

Chuuya stared at the two boxes of files. "What is this?"

"You're almost an adult, Chuuya-kun. It's time for you to know about your origins." Mori pulled a folder out of the box. He flipped through until he found a stack of photos.

"You know about Arahabaki?" Hope and horror warred in Chuuya's stomach, making him feel queasy.

Mori placed the stack of photos on the table and fanned them out. "Rimbaud had managed to squirrel away some information he had found. After you and Dazai killed him, I investigated what was left of his house."

Chuuya stared at the photographs. They varied from shots of a child floating in a tank to something covered in thick symbols. He picked up one of the latter.

"I suspect those to be sealing symbols," Mori commented. "That's where how they contained Arahabaki."

Chuuya's blood went cold as he finally pushed himself to glance over the pictures of the child. This was him. He knew it.

"Do you want me, or someone else here?"

"If you're not too busy, Mori-san. . ."

"Of course not." Mori waved a hand.

Chuuya nodded, relieved, and took out his phone. He texted Dazai.

Slug: Come downstairs to Mori's office

Mackerel: Why

Slug: There's something you should see

XXX

Dazai was sulking. He couldn't join any organization as he was barely seventeen. His dream of becoming a member of the Armed Detective Agency would stay incomplete for at least a year. "I want to join up with Yosano-chan, Odasaku, Ranpo-kun, and Fukuzawa-dono. But it's so far away!"

"Oh, please. It's only a few months," Chuuya said.

Curiosity entered Dazai's eyes."Who are you going to join?"

Chuuya paused. His pen tapped against his notebook. "Port Mafia." Kouyou would welcome any of them into her organization. Not only that, but she had personally invited Chuuya.

"Opposite sides, huh."

"I'll have an excuse to give Mori-san for when I punch you in the face." Chuuya smirked.

Dazai laughed, not worried in the slightest. "You'd have to be able to hit me first," he teased.

Chuuya rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right." He hesitated and then added, "But we'll always be family, no matter which group we're in."

Dazai wrinkled his nose in mock disgust. "That's pretty sappy."

Chuuya shoved Dazai. "Shut up. You were thinking it too."

The door creaked open. Q came in. He excitedly rambled about his time in the park. He was so very happy, as he had made a new friend.

Chuuya ruffled Q's hair.

Dazai gave a lazy thumbs up and a smirk.

XXX

Two Years Later

Mori watched Elise playing with Q and Oda's children. His ability was acting on its own accord again, but it wasn't doing anything harmful. He let them be despite the effect the scene had on him.

Everyone else notice his change in mood. They saw the flash of something painful making it out of a crack in his otherwise watertight bottle of emotions. They all knew when Mori looked like that, he was being reminded of something. Most days he showed no sign of anything melancholic; other times. . . if watched him carefully one could catch the breaks in his complete self-control.

He never talked about it and they never pressed.

XXX

One Year later

Dazai and Kunikida walked back in the Armed Detective Agency office.

Dazai was in the middle of teasing Kunikida when he was swarmed.

"Uncle Dazai," Oda's children cheered.

Dazai patted a head or two.

"Uncle?" Kunikida questioned.

"Dazai's our fun uncle," Katsumi confirmed, "Like how Uncle Chuuya is our cool uncle."

Dazai trapped Katsumi in a noogie. "Traitor," he accused.

Katsumi stuck his tongue out. "It's true."

XXX

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa stood in the line of new recruits. When his name was called he lined up behind the Executive he would be under, Chuuya Nakahara. When he passed Chuuya to walk behind him, he noticed the small proud smile on his older brother's lip.

Ryuunosuke's eyes darkened. He would not let Chuuya down.

XXX

Q went to the same school as Oda's kids after Mori pulled some strings to get them accepted.

The children all had the same lunch time

It was during lunch that Q realized his friend was there too, his first friend, that he had met at the park. He had a feeling that this school year would be perfect.

XXX

Chuuya watched Kyouka, Kouyou's new apprentice, and Ryuunosuke interact. He waited for several minutes, until the atmosphere tensed. He put his cup of coffee down.

Kyouka was staring at the floor. She gripped the cellphone in her hand tightly, fearing that it might be taken from her.

Chuuya cuffed Ryuunosuke on the head. "Stop acting like Dazai," he tiredly rebuked.

Ryuunosuke scowled and looked away.

"Who are you?" Kyouka quietly asked. She was unsure as to the new person's intentions in intervening.

"Executive Chuuya Nakahara," he introduced.

That would make Chuuya Kyouka's boss's boss. She nodded.

"If you have any trouble, feel free to come to me. I know Ane-san is busy," Chuuya smirked wryly, "And Akutagawa here isn't good with problems he can't kill."

Ryuunosuke blushed slightly. "Chuuya-nii," he hissed under his breath.

Chuuya laughed.

XXX

Mori looked at the drawing in his hands. He held it gently so as to not wrinkle it. He had forgotten about this. How could he have forgotten?

"I made this drawing a long time ago. I thought I had lost it." His lips tightened into a smile, the effort was excruciating. "Thank you."

Q beamed at him.

XXX

Chuuya, Yosano, Dazai, and Oda were drinking. Ango had opted out tonight, as he had to work late.

Chuuya and Yosano split a bottle of wine between them, while the other two went with whiskey.

Of course, this was their family, so they had to make bets.

"Yosano-chan, I bet you can't win against me in a game of pool. Bragging rights," Dazai smiled.

Chuuya was the best at pool among them. He had beaten Dazai and Yosano several times. But, Yosano and Dazai hadn't gone against each other before.

Yosano downed the rest of her glass with a smirk. "And for the loser?"

"Loser has to eat this cat food." Dazai put a can down on the booth table.

Chuuya's expression melted into disbelief. "Dazai, why do you have a can of cat food on you in the first place?"

XXX

Dazai stretched himself over the couch. He closed his eyes. "Interesting argument I heard. All we know about God is from others."

"So?" A hint of mockery entered Mori's voice. "Does that ultimately mean everything everyone has ever said about God is false? Citations needed."

Dazai laughed. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

XXX

Ango couldn't help his curiosity.

Chief Taneda looked at his agent. He gave one warning. "Don't look into those files again unless you want to attract the attention of General Yamashita. Drop your private investigation."

General Yamashita was trouble for anyone. But he was even worse for ability users.

Ango's expression turned grim. He nodded at his boss.

Curiosity was often a bad thing in their line of work.

XXX

One Year later

Dazai walked into work with a hat that could only be described as. . .bizarre.

Kunikida stared at his partner. "Why?"

"Bet," Yosano cheerfully explained to her coworker. She patted Dazai's shoulder in mock sympathy as she headed to the infirmary.

XXX

Gin joined the Port Mafia as soon as she turned eighteen. She quickly made her way to the position of a commander of the Black Lizards, despite not being an ability user.

XXX

That morning, Akutagawa had became an Executive. It was on short notice, but a party was organized.

Oda picked up his kids and Q from school. Chuuya brought Kyouka. Gin and Dazai were there of course. Yosano and Kouyou had been unable to get off work.

The discussion and games dragged on until night had fallen.

Oda's kids and Q claimed the boys bedroom. Gin and Kyouka had the girl's bedroom. Oda had the guest room. Dazai, Chuuya, and Ryuunosuke were in the living room.

The streets gained a sheet of water.

There was the pitter-patter of rain on the rooftop-an annoying drizzle that refused to stick to a pattern and let one sleep.

Mori stared out of the kitchen window. He had a full cup of tea in his hands that was growing cold. He couldn't sleep.

Storms, as usual, seemed to fill him up with unavoidable melancholy and bitterness.

A/N

So if you didn't get why Mori had to create a new wound, its because Yosano healed Ango's gunshot wound. Mori made a new wound in a non vital area to give Ango a passable explanation for what happened.

Chuuya is the cool uncle. Don't me.

Timeline note: We're almost caught up to the present day. Mori is 37, Yosano is 25, Dazai/Chuuya are 21, Akutagawa is 19, Gin is 18, and Q is 12.

Chapters:

1-Mori

2-Yosano

3-Fukuzawa

4-Dazai

5-Chuuya

6-Akutagawa

7-Q

8-Oda

Next: 9-?

-Silver