Chuuya was called in by Dazai half an hour ago as he was going out to get some coffee, seeing as it was late and he had some files he needed to work on back at home in his apartment. Dazai was currently back at the agency doing some work of his own. It was hard for him to believe it at first. That's why he was on his way to the agency right now to witness if the man was truly working or not. If he wasn't and was just goofing off. 'Well his head would make a good volleyball wouldn't it?' Thought the bandaged man with a dark smile.
With a sigh he walks into the empty office as everyone else has gone home or currently away for a longer than normal mission. He spots Dazai as a scowl comes across his face. "What do you want you bandage wearing bastard?" He asks the other.
Dazai looks up from the computer screen and for once looks a bit serious as he motions the other over. No small tidbits like he usually did, the redhead begrudgingly walks over to peer at the screen. He sees an alleyway beside a small shop he's seen once or twice. The video is paused as he sits down in the empty seat on the right side of Dazai, occasionally sipping at his steaming coffee.
"What's with the video?" Chuuya asks lowly not really in the mood to squabble like they normally do.
Dazai hands him a news article he's familiar with as he looks back up at the other clearing having read the latest murder. "We were assigned to work on solving the murders, luckily we got security footage this time, but….." He trails off as he glances back at the screen.
The redhead raises an eyebrow at the dying sentence. "But what? What kind of hunch have you came up with this time for it?"
Dazai turns the monitor to him "Watch this time and that puddle there in this frame." Dazai says pointing at the times shown in the video and the puddle in the black and white video. Chuuya watches through as the woman runs into the alleyway, her shooting, the police car going by, and then finally to that puddle. A single dip in the water, not like dripping water, but more like someone stepping into the puddle. The video didn't show anyone come out of the alleyway though, so that could only be one thing.
"It's the work of an ability user." Chuuya says coming to a conclusion.
"That's what my conclusion is as well when I played the tape over and over reviewing that small scene. Though it may be more than one ability user, or it could be just one. This ability user has the power of hiding their presence. No one came out of that alleyway is what I first thought, but after reviewing this scene I now know that small fact." Dazai says with his hand on his chin as he looks at the tape. "I'm going to have Ango look through the database for anyone with such an ability. Once we get a list of people we can narrow it down from there."
"What if this certain ability user isn't in the database?" Chuuya asks him back leaning back in his seat. "If that camera had a heat detector on it we could be sure that it is an ability user." He says laying his coffee on the table. "Just think what the police are going to say when you present your findings back to them. They would need more evidence than one small puddle out of all the footage."
Dazai then cracks a small smile making Chuuya a bit nervous "That's why we'll do a small investigation of our own while they do theirs."
Chuuya raises an eyebrow "How exactly are you planning to do that?"
Dazai still has that smile on his face like he's planning something sketchy, which is 90% percent of the time for a man like him. He always has something up his sleeve, or always seems to be one step ahead of everyone else. That's how it's always been since he met the waste of bandages at the ripe age of 15 years old. "Well I need to formulate it and string it together out a bit more. Yet I got a solid idea of what we can do." He says with a hand on his chin in thought.
'Wait, wait, wait! He said we!' Chuuya thinks real quick as he scowls at the bandaged man. "Hey asshole I don't work for the ADA, so don't drag me into it." The redhead is quick to stand up to leave, knowing he's got better things to do than work on a case that was assigned to the detective agency. "The detective agency was assigned this case, not the Port Mafia!"
"Oh well!" There comes the dramatization from the shitty bastard. "I guess we'll have to break the truce that we have with the Port Mafia." Dazai is quick to say as a wide smirk comes over his face, eyes shining with glee. He sees Chuuya stiffen from where he stands as he continues "That means we'll be at each other's throats again, and you won't be able to taste the bottle of the 1947 Chateau Chevel Blanc wine I've been saving somewhere in my apartment." The man has the gall to start spinning in his chair blowing out some air in exaggeration. "Boo, and I was saving it for something good… Maybe I'll just go home tonight and smash it against the balcony or give it to someone else."
Chuuya's brain nearly short circuits at the words spewed from the others mouth. How dare he do harm like that to an innocent bottle of wine that is that expensive! He could call himself a wine connoisseur with his taste in high quality and expensive wines around the world. He knew that, that brand of wine was one of the most expensive wines that could be found. Dazai knew just how to get under his skin and make the heat boil over the pot so much it boiled dry and caught fire on the stove it sat on.
Like a flash of lightning he's standing over Dazai seething with rage as he glares the man down "You best not be fucking with me!"
Dazai holds his hands up like he's the most innocent person thats ever walked the earth. "Now, now have I ever fucked you over?"
'Yes you have, a dozen times in the past for a matter of fact! From putting a bomb under my car, to feeding me so many lies! Not to mention letting me go overboard with corruption one to many time in the past… or that hooker from Cancun...' Chuuya thinks hastily, but doesn't voice his thoughts. He gets closer to Dazai, his breath nearly tickling the other man's face as he says dangerously "If I find out your lying about that wine, you'll become pulverized so bad the clean up crew won't be able to piece your identity back together!"
"Oh your resorting to threats now shortstack." The bandaged man coos out like Chuuya's threat was mere childsplay. Pissing the other off.
Gritting his teeth the redhead scoffs asking once again "Now listen here you waste of space, I'm still a growing man. I'm 22 years old!"
"You've been saying that since you were fifteen years old, and yet you've hardly grown." Dazai resorts smartly.
There bickering is interrupted by the sound of a door coming open and a voice saying "Um are we interrupting something?"
The two grown men stop there bickering to look at the office door, only to see Atsushi and Akutagawa have come back with something from the teashop down the street. White bags with spots of grease dotted around on the sides and bottom of the bag held in their hands, as the two gaze at the two bickering grown men in front of them.
Dazai pushes Chuuya away from his being as he beams at the tiger "Atsushi! Did you bring me something to eat?"
Atsushi sighs as they start walking to the desk they previously sat at "Your lucky I thought of you, or you would have to watch me eat right in front of you." He says laying down the paper bag he's holding on the desk as he pulls out a wrapped hot sandwich, and hands it to the man. He then proceeds to pull out a styrofoam container with some plastic black spoons.
"Let me guess. Chazuke?" Dazai asks the tiger with a near sweatdrop.
"Hey leave the kid alone, he can eat what he wants. How he puts up with someone like you as a mentor I will never know." Chuuya exclaims as he takes his seat from before, and props his feet up on the desk not to far from the computer screen.
"I told Atsushi not to buy you anything but he insisted." Akutagawa says a bit harshly as he takes out his own hot soup from the paper bag he was carrying. He reaches back into the bag to pull out another container as he hands it off to the redhead. Looking back over to the laptop, he sees that the video is paused. "So you find out anything or is it just another dead end?"
"Oh we found something alright, though in police investigation standards they would consider it inconclusive evidence. I've come up with a plan that the four of us are going to do our own digging and investigation into the matter." Dazai says, sandwich in one hand, while he waves his other hand around in a circle. With everyone sitting down he shows the new double black team what he and Chuuya have concluded and came up with, video wise.
After in through detail the tigers eyes go wide as he looks between the screen and Dazai "So your telling us it's an ability user?"
"Exactly. Though we don't have any information as to who it is yet, or if they're even in the database. Ango is checking that out for me. I should have an answer to that by tomorrow, after all there are a lot of ability users in the database. At the same time there are a lot of unregistered ability users in this world as well." The bandaged man says while he takes a bite of his sandwich.
"Why don't they register themselves into the system?" Atsushi asks in great curiosity. Halfway done with his Chazuke already, "What would they have to lose by getting registered?"
"They have a lot to lose depending on their record. Many despise the governments and the Powerball/bully system. They don't want anything to do with it and that includes to be known to the government. Most are in small gangs, or cliches as they like to call it. Earning a fake name for themselves, including code names." Chuuya says pushing his food around in the container, knowing exactly what he's talking about. Having been part of the Sheep years ago before officially joining the Port Mafia.
"So there is just one ability user or more than one?" Atsushi asks once again curiosity getting the best of him.
"That we don't know. One footstep was seen in the puddle minutes after the last of the shots dispersed. No more after that, it could be only one, or it could be multiple people behind the crimes. We don't know the full extent or how this person's ability works. So anything could be a sure hit or a long shot out there." The bandaged man says as his phone rings then and he puts the phone to his ear.
"Hello this is Dazai speaking, who is this?" He shakes his head for a pause before recognition comes across his face. "Oh detective! What is it?" The bandaged man listens for the next few minutes what the detective has to say, as he nods his head here and there. He then looks over to the laptop. "We have one thing in the security footage that I need you to come see tomorrow, it may be the start of a breaker in the case." He nods his head once again as his eyes go wide, and smile breaks out on his lips. "Yes sir we'll wait for the results when they come out, we'll set up a meeting tomorrow. Ok bye chat tomorrow." Dazai says as he hangs up the phone and puts it back into his pocket.
Everyone leans forward in anticipation. Dazai crosses his arms as he answers smugly "We've hit a jackpot. They found a single strand of hair in the alleyway."
Everyone is floored, DNA evidence was gold to a case. They were only getting closer to finding and piecing the puzzle back together.