I would have had this chapter out last week, but my friend gave me a better idea and I had to rearrange the whole thing. Lol!
Cutting off the final message halfway through before the profanities started, Fukuzawa's menacing glare at the two causes for his growing headache only added to the tension in the air. "Needless to say, your antics this afternoon caused quite the uproar." He grumbled, tucking his hands into his kimono sleeves.
Mori sighed, rubbing his temples in a feeble attempt to alleviate the massive headache he already had. "We haven't had that many unpleasant phone calls at once since the time Dazai tried committing suicide by exposing himself to his high school women's archery club." He groaned, reaching into his desk for a bottle of Aspirin.
"It would've been the perfect suicide too, if they hadn't all aimed for the same target." Dazai shuttered, slightly crossing his legs.
"SHUT UP!"
Say what you will about the Soukoku, when they spoke in unison only a fool would dare challenge them. Nine times out of ten, Dazai was that fool but at this particular moment he thought it best to obey for once.
"Now then," Fukuzawa pinched the bridge of his nose while taking the offered Aspirin bottle from his associate, "have you two any idea the damage you've done?"
"Dad said to stop the execution and bring the prisoner back, so we did." Akiko said. "It's not our fault they wouldn't be reasonable."
Mori huffed. "Sweetheart, I didn't say destroy the whole damned prison and put the Ministry on our backs... We have enough of that as is."
"Oh please," Dazai scuffed, "you knew they'd be on our backs no matter what happened. If you need someone to blame, blame the hot headed pipsqueak you sent us to retrieve. He's the one who caused all the damage."
Akiko nodded. "Besides, it wasn't as bad as they're making it out to be. They're just blowing this all out of proportion, and I healed all the casualties so I don't see why you're so angry?"
Fukuzawa's hand slammed against his desk, startling Sensei Mii from his nap. "That's beside the point! Honestly, you two are grown, intelligent, adults. Yet you're still galavanting like children with no sensibility for your actions!"
It took a lot to shake the Agency's prince and princess. It was near impossible to see their confident postures debased. But a stern scolding from the man they considered an uncle and respected as one would a teacher, never failed to riddle them with shame. Mori may be their parent on paper but they still sought the approval of Fukuzawa.
"With that said… I'm still very proud of you both."
Relief washed over the siblings when their uncle's stoic facade broke in an amused quirk of his lips. Endorsed with Mori's fit of chuckles behind his folded hands that soon turned into bellyful laughter.
"As am I. '' He said, wiping a stray tear from his eye. "Oh… what I wouldn't have given to see the look on director Taneda's face. He and those self righteous acolytes of his could use hearty dose of enriched defeat to loosen the grip on those rods they keep shoved up--"
"--Anyway…" Fukuzawa cleared his throat, "For appearances sake, we can't let you two go unpunished. Therefore you will both write letters of apology to all parties involved, as well as be placed on official suspension to the public."
"Meaning we'll be 'unofficially' investigating this case of the old boss sightings." Dazai huffed.
"Right as usual." Mori smiled.
"Damn! Here I was looking forward to a trip to the beach." It had been a while since Akiko's last vacation, and after all the chaos of the last few weeks, she certainly could use one. Perhaps a spa trip would suffice, but she'd kill for a weekend getaway to Fukuzawa's onsen resort. A pair of sapphire blue eyes flashed in her mind, wondering how much they'd sparkle in the moonlight while bathing in a steaming hot pool with her-- No! What the hell was she thinking? Fortunately her uncle pulled her from her outrageous thoughts.
"Well, before we meet this man, give us your assessment. What can you say about his character and can we trust his insight?"
Dazai and Akiko sheared a glance, almost to say You go first. It was the princess who chose to open things up. "We know he knows more than he's saying but he isn't big on trusting too much. He did say something interesting when we mentioned the sightings." Mori nodded for her to continue. "He said, whoever was doing this wasn't Arahabaki. He even referred to it as a thing, and wanted Dazai to tell him everything we knew."
Dazai snorted. "More like demanded. I'm going to feel that runts kick for a month. He whined. "Akiko's right, the brat knows something but I highly doubt he'll share it willingly. That's just the kind of stubborn, loud, obnoxious, hot headed little troglodyte he is."
Mori seemed amused by his son's description. "I take it, you and he didn't get off on the right foot?"
"That's putting it mildly, dad." Akiko said. "Honestly, I think a nuclear meltdown would be less of a disaster then putting those two back in a room together."
The siblings missed Fukuzawa's tickled smile behind his teacup.
"Then I suppose we'll just have to judge him for ourselves." Mori hit his com button and a minute later Hirotsu and Randou entered the head office with Chuuya-- now free from the subspace prison. Instead, smaller golden subspace boxes acted as shackles on his wrist and ankles. His expression was neutral but his eyes were full of contempt, especially when seeing Dazai again.
Not much impressed Chuuya but he couldn't deny the view of the city was spectacular. And the corporate nuance mixed with opulent interior made this the symbolic throne room it was meant to be. Most would describe it as an emblematic representation of Yokohama's unofficial royalty, showcasing their wealth and power from their seats on high, looking down on the common city folk below them.
But somehow, as he approached the two most powerful men in all of Yokohama, Chuuya knew that wasn't the truth. He showed no fear when he finally put faces to legends, nor did he shy away from their scrutinizing gazes. These men may be regarded as king's, but he refused to let them intimidate him.
"Welcome Chuuya, to the Agency." Mori said.
"Thanks for the invitation." Chuuya snarked.
Mori glanced at Randou and excused him but the shivering man protested, arguing what a threat Chuuya was too dangerous but Fukuzawa reassured him that precautions had been taken. "Thank goodness," Randou said. "I can't stand how cold it is here." His ability dissipated and Chuuya was free once more.
He tucked his hands in his pockets and looked back at the man with a raised eyebrow. It wasn't even remotely cold, and what's more, Randou wore several layers of clothes-- including a thick wool coat, mittens and earmuffs. Yet still shivered as if he were naked in a snowstorm "You're cold, in all of that?" He asked.
The man said nothing as he left.
Mori cleared his throat and folded his hands on his desk. "Now Chuuya, I understand you put my son and daughter through their paces this afternoon. I must say I commend you for being able to manage such a task."
"Yeah well, they didn't exactly make it easy for me, and It was cut short when your prick of a son over there decided to kill me." Chuuya cut his eyes at Dazai, who scowled back.
"I do apologize." Mori sighed, "Dazai's methods can be a little unorthodox. Fortunately my daughter was there. Despite her age, her skills as a physician far surpass even mine."
"I noticed." Chuuya's features softened just a moment when he glanced at the princess, who quickly looked away. Something both Mori and Fukuzawa took note of. "Well you geezers went through all the trouble of bringing me here so care to tell me why?"
Hirotsu glowered. "Show some respect boy! Do you know who you are speaking to?"
Chuuya shrugged. "I wonder about that… Everyone calls you old timers, king's, but they also say you're the Soukoku who protect the city, is that true?"
"They're the ones asking the questions, not you--"
"It's alright Hirotsu." Mori said, "Young Chuuya merely wishes to know who he's dealing with." He shared an entente look with Fukuzawa and proceeded to remove his right hand glove while the other lifted his left hand sleeve. Both king's held up their wrists for Chuuya to see the small birthmarks in their center's, almost the same as seen on the king of diamonds playing card.
"These are known as Soukoku diamonds." Fukuzawa said. "They only appear on gifteds, hand chosen by fate to act as Yokohama's sword and shield. As was decreed by its founder, emperor Natsume centuries ago."
"Interesting assumption about these marks," Mori interjected, "it's said the right is brains, left is brawn. Though not very sufficient as we tend to share encumbrances. Regardless, just as our predecessors-- and all before them, we too have dedicated our lives to the benefit of this city. Does this answer your question, Chuuya?"
Something about the way Chuuya looked at her father and uncle's birthmarks made Akiko disquieted. As usual his face said one thing but his eyes another. She'd dare say he was perturbed? Whatever it was, he quickly covered it with apathy and reinforced his armored disposition. "So spill it. Why am I here?"
Mori quipped. "Why indeed…" He apprised the answer before surprising all with a suggestion. "Say, here's an idea. Chuuya, let's continue this conversation later over dinner." Chuuya blinked, as did everyone else present. Clearly no one had expected that offer, but Mori just smiled and continued. "After the day you've had-- ne, the last few years, I'd imagine you're eager for a decent meal and resuscitation."
And for the second time today, Chuuya was rendered speechless. As if learning he'd been saved by the prince and princess wasn't shocking enough, now he was receiving dinner invitations from the king of the night?... Suddenly his life turned into some upside down fairytale. What else could he say but… "Um… sure." He shrugged no big deal. "Why the hell not, it's not like this day can get any weirder."
"Excellent." Mori said. "Accommodations have been prepared for you. We will discuss the matter for which you are here later on. Until then, do try and make yourself comfortable."
Dazai sighed loudly. "Really Mori? We already saved the dog from euthanasia and brought it home. If you feed it, it will never leave."
"You got a problem, asshole?" Chuuya growled.
"Yes, loosening my appetite from the sight of your slug face alone."
"What'd you say?!"
"That is enough!" Fukuzawa bellowed. "Escort Chuuya to the Hall of Light and Dark this instant."
"Of course sir." Hirotsu motioned for Chuuya to follow him but was interrupted by Mori.
"Not so fast, Hirotsu. The one who will be chaperoning Chuuya is the prince."
"Huh?" Chuuya exclaimed.
"Absolutely not!" Dazai shouted. "Why am I on babysitting duty?"
Mori smirked. "You're the only one here capable of neutralizing him should he decide to rebel against us…" He seemed to enjoy Dazai's gobsmacked expression, then fixed Chuuya with a half-hearted gaze. "I'm afraid-- for the time being, we can't allow you to wander unsupervised. You understand? But don't fret, we are not the GSO, and this is certainly not a prison."
"I think that's a matter of perspective." Chuuya snarked.
"Perhaps, but It's only until we have you acquitted."
The ride in the elevator wasn't pleasant.
After Dazai went through another round of arguing with his adopted father and was forced to relent, he and Chuuya decided to play Who could ignore the other louder. Which only lasted about as long as it took the elevator lift to descend three floors. Then it was nothing but sighs, grumbles, and insults from there.
It seemed Chuuya couldn't care less he was antagonizing one of the most revered men in Yokohama. Nor did Dazai care that Chuuya was considered the Agency's honored guest. Both would've liked nothing more than to see the other spontaneously combust right then and there.
"You gonna tell me where we're going or should I pommel it out of you?" Chuuya miffed.
"Would you mind not talking to me," Dazai groaned, "I'm way too busy breathing. Besides, I would think it's obvious where we're going, or is your brain as small as the rest of you?"
Chuuya made himself lighter than air and lunged-- only for the elevator doors to open and Dazai hop right out, snickering at the gravity wielder's failed attempt at an attack.
Despite his irritation, Chuuya followed Dazai down a stretch of hallway that looked like a cross between a palace and church, with its marble white pillars and stained glass windows. A variety of hallways forked different paths with doors similar to hotels, and Chuuya assumed these must be living quarters for convenience purposes. Though he couldn't imagine making one's place of work their actual home, of course he wasn't one to talk. This certainly would have been preferable to the garbage cans he'd occupied in his youth. And he was one of the lucky ones.
They turned right and walked to the end of the hall where Dazai opened the door and gestured for Chuuya to enter and said with his best mock western accent… "Your room sir."
Chuuya rolled his eyes, only to widen them in sheer amazement. The room was huge. Almost as big as the penitentiary arena. Mahogany walls and French decor surrounded a king size canopy bed and wide screen TV in the center, with two large dressers, a walk-in closet, and a bathroom that was sure to be just as impressive. But the real selling factor was the view. While not as grand as the main office, still bewildering all the same.
Dazai huffed and pointed to the closet, "Clothes have already been brought, nothing fancy but definitely from the kiddy section. You should lose the blood soaked jumpsuit and bath so you don't stink up the place-- someone will be by later to escort you to the dining room later." The prince turned on his heel to leave.
"Isn't that your job?" Chuuya scuffed.
"Please, I have much better things to do with my time than babysitting you. Like finding a gorgeous woman who'll commit suicide with me… or solving this case. Frankly I couldn't care less if you break out that window and get taken back to the GSO."
"And you'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Very much, yes." Dazai was about to close the door behind him when he popped his head back in, snickering cheekily. "Oh and by the way, there's sleeping gas in the vents should you try to escape. If you do escape, you'll be killed on the spot. The Agency is more lenient than the Ministry, but believe me when I say they wish they were as thorough as us… Kay? Buy…" The door closed and the room began to shake from Chuuya's fury.
"I really hate that guy." He growled. Then took a deep breath to keep himself from activating the sleeping gas. What he wouldn't give for a cigarette right now. Curious, he walked back to the door and tested the nob… Yep, locked from the outside. This room was yet another prison cell. Preferable to his cell in solitary confinement but still a prison. What else is new?
He doesn't care. He gave up caring five years ago. Even now as he glared from the window at the rusty eyesore across the river he'd once called home, he didn't care. It didn't matter if his jailers were government ass kissers, or fabled king's, or the cursed city of Suribatchi itself. It was always the same. So why care?
The anger he feels remembering the night he was betrayed still consumes him enough to tight line walk the point of no return. The unease he feels remembering that voice… He can still recall that sickly whisper taunting him-- warning him, urging him. The memories do nothing but make him vulnerable so he hardened his heart. It was what was best for him. Better to feel nothing than the pain.
Even when the warden informed him he was going to die, he felt nothing.
But now, looking around his five star cage, letting the surreal experiences of the day settle in, one emotion slipped through the cracks of his titanium walls. An emotion so strong it drove him to his knees fighting to breathe…
Relief.
It was two hours after sundown when Hirotsu used the key to Chuuya's door and knocked to summon him. When Chuuya opened, he was pleased to see him freshly showered and out of the bloody penitentiary suit.
Instead he wore black jeans and boots with a grey, long sleeved hoodie, complete with pockets in the front to keep his hands tucked in. While not something most would seem suitable for dinner with the king's, Hirotsu gave a nod of compliance. He was under strict orders after all. "My bosses await you. Follow me." He said.
Hirotsu didn't say much but he was a million times more preferable than Dazai. He led Chuuya down another hallway in the Hall of Light and Dark and came to a stop at the door at the very end, just like Chuuya's bedroom. He briefly wondered if there were other floors like this in the building, but got distracted by the old man pulling out a cigarette case as he entered.
"Elise dear, you shouldn't eat so many sweets-- especially before dinner." Chuuya heard Mori say.
"Sweetness is love." A childlike voice responded.
The dining room was like everything else in the Agency headquarters, large and impressive. The table seated twelve but could be extended to fit more if needed. A crystal chandelier hung overhead and the walls were decorated with several paintings that undoubtedly coast a fortune. But Chuuya's attention was on the fearsome king of the night fretting and fawning over an adorable blonde girl-- who couldn't have been more than twelve-- stuffing her cherub cheeks full of various cakes and chocolates.
"Yes, but it's not good for you."
"If you let me eat them, I'll wear that new dress from Paris." She said and Chuuya saw Mori's whole demeanor change. His cheeks flushed and his eyes twinkled with promise before he snatched another piece of cake and offered it to her.
"Would you like seconds, darling?"
Darling? Did Mori have another daughter? Chuuya wondered. Whoever this girl was, she was clearly very important to the king.
"She and sis have you wrapped around their fingers, dad." Dazai chuckled from behind the book he was reading. The Complete Guide To Suicide.
"Just ignore them like I do." Fukuzawa grumbled, stroking the purring cat in his lap.
Hirotsu cleared his throat and bowed, gaining the men's attention.
"Ah Chuuya, welcome. Please have a seat. We're waiting for the princess and then dinner will be served." Mori smiled.
Deciding to stay as far away from Dazai-- who was seated next to the girl on Mori's right-- as possible, Chuuya opted for taking the nearest seat in the middle. Shrugging as he plopped himself down, never once removing his hands from their confinement.
"I hope your accommodations are to your liking, and that you're comfortable."
Chuuya cut his eyes at the king. "As much as one can be when held prisoner."
"If you're not happy in the presidential suite, we can always spruce up one of the dungeons… though I should warn you, the wifi is a little iffy down there." Dazai snarked while reaching for a cupcake, only to wince when Elise jabbed his hand with her fork.
"Dazai, do behave yourself." Mori warned.
"What? I was just offering."
At this point nothing surprised the gravity user. Even learning there were literal dungeons somewhere under this madhouse. He slouched in his seat when Hirotsu came and started filling the wine glasses, but was elated about it. If he was going to get through this, he'd need lots of liquor… "So you wanted to talk, I'm here, so talk." He grumbled. The sooner this was over the better.
Mori chuckled, glancing at Fukuzawa. "Quite vagary, isn't he?"
"I can't say I blame him." The man glowered and Mori waved off the matter.
"We'll discuss everything after the meal. Until then just relax Chuuya, you are among friends here."
Chuuya snorted then laughed. "The last friends I had handed me over to the GSS and sent me to prison to die. Excuse me if I'm not very optimistic."
"What my colleague means to say, Chuuya," Fukuzawa interjected, "is that our methods of forum are significantly different than that of the Gifted Special Operations Division. You have no reason to demurral our hospitality…" He narrowed his eyes, "So long as you don't give us a reason to revoke it."
The warning was clear but Chuuya wasn't the least bit disquieted. "And if I do?" He challenged.
"Then you'll find yourself wishing you had stayed with the GSO."
Choosing to ignore Fukuzawa's glare in favor of drinking, Chuuya took a sip of what was undoubtedly the best wine he'd ever tasted. The most expensive vintages he used to steal from the cargo holds were cough syrup in comparison. He pushed aside the bad memories from the last time he'd drank to savor the earthly, sweet taste. So engrossed he failed to hear the door open behind him, only noticing the newcomer when he heard…
"Sorry I'm late."
Looking over his shoulder, Chuuya almost dropped his glass. Akiko approached the table looking more radiant than before. She'd clearly showered away the day's events and saw fit to out dress everyone present. Her hair was done up in a simple yet elegant updo with her butterfly hairpin holding it together. Solid gold hoops dangled from her ears with a matching bracelet. All to complement a lovely navy blue cocktail dress and red belt wrapped around her waist with black high heels. Seeing her like this, was it any wonder why she's considered the most gorgeous woman in Yokohama?
Chuuya would argue the world.
He hadn't realized he was staring until the amused smirk that graced her glossed lips. Suddenly the memory of how they felt melded with his steamrolled his mind and he completely forgot they weren't alone until she faced her father.
"It took me forever to wash all of that debris out of my hair."
Mori stood, pulling out her seat to his left like a true gentleman. "The wait was worth it, my angel. You are a vision as always." He kissed her hair then took his seat at the head of the table, opposite Fukuzawa, and rang the dinner bell.
"I see our guest is adjusting well," the princess said, glancing at Chuuya. "Dazai hasn't scared you away yet so that's promising."
"Not for lack of trying sis." Dazai mumbled.
Once Chuuya brushed aside his increased heart rate due to the princess being seated just two chairs from him fixed the prince with an irritated scowl. "Instead of trying to scare me away, let's try finishing what we started this afternoon. I'd be more than happy to kick your ass moon."
"Sorry, are you referring to the fight that I won? Because I'm pretty sure we finished that when I won."
"You didn't win." Chuuya seethed through his teeth. "You played dirty and killed me, damn it!
Dazai cocked his head. "Yeah… I won." As if to say Dah.
"Like hell you did, bastard!" Chuuya jolted from his seat, activating his ability.
"That is quite enough!" Fukuzawa shouted, then ordered Chuuya to sit back down.
Thank heavens the soup course arrived before the table collapsed in on itself. Akiko took a much needed drink and hummed in approval. "Excellent vintage, dad." Mori nodded.
They ate in silence but the tension was almost suffocating. Once they're bowls were carted off and waiting for the main course, Fukuzawa decided to break some of it. Clearing his throat. "Dazai, did you handle that drug smuggling operation, Ranpo discovered last week?"
The way he said it so casually made Chuuya raise an eyebrow. Like sending someone on a mediocre errand.
"I had my subordinates shut it down a couple of days ago." The prince said pensively. "I gathered enough evidence against the politician heading the whole sting to put him away for life, but he'll undoubtedly want to broker a deal for a lesser sentence in exchange for information on other drug smuggling cells within the country. You'll have my recommendations for his replacement on your desk in the morning, uncle."
Fukuzawa nodded, sipping his herbal tea. "Very good. I'll arrange protection for his family." Just then the servers brought in the main dish of roast quail and mushroom risotto with a wine reduction. Mori looked inattentive, leaning on his propped up hand while they were served.
"Remind me, which politician was it again?" He asked.
"The one who wanted to mediate with you about arranging a marriage between his son and Akiko." Dazai answered, cutting into his quail.
"You'll have to be more specific."
Nobody could see Chuuya's hand form a tight ball under the table.
"The father of the creep whose hands I cut off at the last New Year's party for trying to feel me up at the desert table!" Akiko clarified. Sipping her third glass of wine.
"Oh right, him." Mori demurred. "Well, no big loss there. His career was never going to make it as far as he wanted so naturally he resorted to alternative means. I doubt he'll even be a ripe topic of gossip at the charity ball next week." The king let that hang for a moment while he ate. "Which you both will be attending."
Dazai and Akiko groaned. Chuuya looked between them in confusion. It was Dazai who asked… "Do we have to?"
"You two are vital representatives of our organization," Fukuzawa said, "it would look poorly if you don't. As tedious as it may be."
Akiko rolled her eyes. "Wonderful! Dazai gets to deflower all the latest debutants, while I spend the night avoiding the snake, Ace like the plague. Tell me again why I can't decapitate him and scatter his pieces across the country?"
"I certainly wouldn't stop you, doctor."
"Me either."
"Because he runs our casino better than anyone." Mori clarified. "But rest assured, angel, any delusions he has about winning your hand and usurping my throne are just that, delusions."
"Try telling him that."
The rest of the conversation was light and passing. A few curves here and there like when Mori complimented the chef but Dazai complained about the dishes needing more arsenic added to the seasoning. Or when Fukuzawa and Mori began their clockwork round of insults and banter that Akiko had to put a stop to before the cutlery could be used for weapons. There were a few frowned brows at one point when the princess asked for the salt to be passed and Chuuya used his ability to float the shaker directly into her hand.
The king's asked Chuuya a few questions about himself here and there but he'd either deflect with witty quips or brush them off all together. Not that they minded, if he thought he was the only snarky, rambunctious youngster they'd ever crossed, he was sadly mistaken. Instead they chose to let him enjoy his meal since it was probably the best he'd ever had.
Finally the dishes were cleared and the intermission before coffee and dessert started. Though Elise had already gotten a head start on that course. Fukuzawa was feeding Sensei Mii leftover pieces of quail and Dazai went back to his book while Mori decided to breach a rather sensitive subject. "Akiko dear, how is young Tanizaki's recovery coming?"
The princess seemed to ponder the question. "I've administered five rounds of treatment so far. Another six and he should be good as new."
Dazai shuddered behind his book and Mori shared a concerned look with Fukuzawa, who cleared his throat and stepped in. "I-it just so happens, doctor. We need him to help train the new recruits, what with Kunikida on leave and all. Perhaps you could release him into his sister's care?"
Akiko visibly pondered for a moment before sighing with disappointment. "Fine. I'll discharge him. You're no fun, uncle."
Fukuzawa gave a half smile. "Make no mistake, doctor. We are all fortunate to have your expertise. Your skills have saved everyone within this organization on more than one occasion and we are all better for it."
"On that, we agree." Mori said as dessert was being distributed. "Why, even Chuuya got to experience your gift first hand today…"
Chuuya blinked, suddenly feeling put on the spot, Mori continued. "I understand she saved your life not once but twice.
"Yes." He cleared his throat. Anxiety setting in. "Yes she did. Though I didn't see her ability in action. I know she brought me back after someone got me killed." Accusations evident, Dazai did nothing but ignore it.
"Well should you find yourself on the verge of death again, my daughter is who you want in your corner. Despite only being twenty-two, her talents in the medical profession exceed my own.
Chuuya gave his first sincere smile of the day looking at Akiko, who blushed and scolded her father's praise, brushing it off with a mouthful of dessert.
"I think Chuuya would rather be locked in an interrogation room with sis again since it apparently makes for a good makeout spot." Dazai snarked.
The sound of glass breaking in Chuuya's hand was only drowned out by Akiko's sudden bout of coughing. Once her airway was clear she gawked at her brother across the table. A glance at Chuuya and it was clear if his eyes could light fires, Dazai would be ashes right now.
"Dazai!" She slammed her hands on the table. "How dare you?!"
Dazai chuckled. "Oh, was that supposed to be a secret?... My bad."
Seething, the princess grabbed the nearest knife and threw it at her brother. He caught it between his fingers just millimeters from his face. "You are way too predictable sis."
"And you're about to find out what a boot up your ass feels like." Chuuya growled.
"I have no such interest in men, but thanks for offering."
"You Bastard!"
"Quiet!" Mori barked. "Somebody explain… now!"
"Let's just say the interview sis, conducted with the slug over there took a rather… heated turn when he took advantage of it just being the two of them."
"That's not what happened and you know it!" Akiko shouted.
"Oh? Did you trip and fall on his lips?" The prince was enjoying this way too much.
"You better shut your mouth before I shut it for you!" Now Chuuya was out of his chair.
"I'd like to see you try, runt!" So was Dazai.
"That's enough!" The king's shouted together.
Neither Dazai or Chuuya would back down. Not until being forced by Fukuzawa. "Mori, I think it's time we discuss the matter at hand." He said.
"I believe you're right." Mori folded his hands. "Before we have to call the contractors once again… Chuuya, did my children Inform you as to why you were brought here?"
Still reeling from Dazai's outburst, the gravity wielder managed to respond with a sombre tone. "They said something about sightings of a dead guy."
"The former boss of the Port Mafia to be exact. A man I killed with my own hands." Chuuya's eyes widened just a bit. "So far there have been four eyewitness accounts of his appearance. One such account stated that he spoke, claiming to have been revived by Arahabaki, a God of calamity. Pray tell, what can you tell us about these events?"
"What makes you think I know anything?" Chuuya tensed.
"Our sources tell us prior to your apprehension, you were seeking information regarding Arahabaki." Fukuzawa said, "What's more is these sightings began in Suribatchi city, a district you originate from."
"And you think I'm reasonable?"
"We're not accusing you of such--"
"Yet." Dazai quipped.
"--We simply want to know if you have any information that may aid our investigation. Ghost stories aside, the former boss is not harrying we can overlook, and Suribatchi city is an enigma shrouded in mystery where strange happenings occur near daily."
So true. Suribatchi city could give the Bermuda Triangle a run for its money. But still, even a corpse couldn't just up and walk again. Whoever was behind this, Chuuya doubted it was all to do with Suribatchi. To add to the severity of the situation, Mori dimmed the lights and played a security video from an old vault the Port Mafia kept archives in back in the day. In it the old boss appeared as he had before the illness took its toll, dressed much like a grim reaper and surrounded in black flames, claiming to be serving Arahabaki and would have revenge on the Soukoku who killed him.
The film ended and Akiko was visibly shaken while Dazai and the rest glared with contempt. The fact this apparition made it so close to home undetected was concerning to say the least.
"So you see Chuuya, your cooperation would be much appreciated." Mori stood, clasping his hands behind his back and explained their knowledge of Arahabaki thus far, as well as the connections to the explosion sixteen years ago and the old boss. Everyone paid attention to the unsettling ways Chuuya reacted despite not saying anything and all waited anxiously for his response once Mori was finished.
For a while, Chuuya said nothing, just scowled at his untouched desert, absorbing everything he just learned and mulled over what to say. He couldn't tell these people everything, and they wouldn't buy complete ignorance. To make things worse, as much as he hated it, If the king's hadn't sent the princess and her asshole brother to the penitentiary, he'd be dead now. So he was indebted to them. And not complying could mean ending up back there. After much deliberation he finally said. "Arahabaki isn't responsible for the boss coming back. Whoever is wants it to look that way but he's lying about it being Arahabaki."
"How can you be so certain?" Fukuzawa asked.
"Because… because I just am, ok. Because… I was there when the explosion happened." That made everyone gape but Chuuya continued. "I don't remember much from when I was a kid. When I try it's just darkness. But I do remember seeing that thing. I remember hearing its name, Arahabaki. And then it was just gone-- I remember waking up…" He couldn't tell them the truth, "near the crater left behind by the explosion. But I had no memory of who I was or how I got there. From then on I lived in the slums like everyone else and never saw it again."
"Then why were you looking into Arahabaki?" Akiko asked, creasing her brow.
"I wasn't. But I heard a rumor about someone who was. Someone who supposedly worked in the underground lab and survived the disaster. They were apparently looking for Arahabaki, I never found out why, but I started digging because I thought if I located that person, they might be a link to my past. Someone who'd know why I was so close to the blast zone that day. Whether it was just dumb luck or… something else."
Dazai studied Chuuya intently. Picking apart every detail of his mannerisms, analyzing every word he'd just said, dissecting each piece of information until the price came to his deduction. Chuuya wasn't lying… but he wasn't telling the whole truth either. There were too many holes and unaccounted variables for his story to be one-hundred percent honest He doubted anyone here would fully believe Chuuya's story. He vowed then and there to get to the bottom of the whole truth, if only to show the hot headed loudmouth that he could.
"If this is true then how can you be certain Arahabaki isn't living among us somewhere?" Mori inquired.
"Because if it was, we wouldn't be here." Chuuya acerted. "All it is is carnage. I may not remember much from back then but I'll never forget seeing it before disappearing. No way something like that can go undetected for sixteen years."
The king's shared a knowing glance. A silent conversation conveyed by ones who know the other better than themselves, then Mori nodded in approval for Fukuzawa to take initiative. "Are you aware of how Suribatchi city came to be, Chuuya?"
The man piqued. "Not much, just that It used to be part of Yokohama before splitting off."
Fukuzawa closed his eyes. "According to legend, emperor Natsume fought a great battle there. The destruction split the earth, separating that district from the mainland. Ever since, Suribatchi city has been a forsaken wasteland riddled with misfortune. Many refer to it as the City of the Cursed." Sensei Mii responded to his master's description with raised hackles and a loud hiss.
Chuuya laughed dryly. "You're preaching to the choir, old man if you think I don't know Suribatchi is a literal hellhole. All of you high and mighty, sons of bitches on this side of the river think you know what it's like over there. Well you don't. It's a thousand times worse than anything you can imagine. If you don't have the will to survive, those slums will eat you alive. And it's not like anyone cares about the people unfortunate enough to be stuck there. Hell, I'll bet none of you have ever even set foot on that side of town."
"You'd be wrong." Dazai mumbled.
"Oh yeah? But you've never been on the island, have you?" The silence in the room said it all. "That's what I thought. You bastards wouldn't last five minutes there."
"Perhaps you're correct." Fukuzawa said. "However I brought up Suribatchi because of another concerning matter." Dazai and Akiko frowned, listening to their uncle carefully. "Before the sightings of the old boss started, we were getting disturbing reports of people in the Cone Street area and the docks closest to Suribatchi hearing a voice."
Chuuya sucked it a breath.
"Our sources say that everyone who heard it was gifted and that it drove them to madness, two individuals even ended up taking their own lives. They claimed a voice was whispering in their heads, bidding them to do unspeakable things. They said it was loudest when in range of Suribatchi city. Given your reaction, Chuuya, I'd say these occurrences have some merit, no?"
Chuuya didn't say anything so Akiko asked her uncle instead. "Why are me and Dazai just hearing about this now?"
"Because your father and I had to be certain these phenomenons were connected, now we are. These whispers started one month ago. To be more specific, they started the day Chuuya's execution date was set. The two men who killed themselves died one week ago, the day after was when the first sighting of the old boss occurred."
"What's more," Mori interjected, "one of them wrote Arahabaki in blood before taking his own life. We needed to know if the voices and the God of calamity were one in the same, but given what Chuuya's just told us. I don't believe they are."
"What makes you say that?" Dazai narrowed his eyes. Mori pulled out a piece of paper from his coat and handed it to his son, who began reading out a chemical formula.
"That's a formulaic recipe for creating black flames. I performed the test myself on the residue left behind by the former boss in our vault this afternoon while you were away. It's primarily used by stage performers and first grade science fairs. I believe Chuuya's correct in assuming whoever's behind these occurrences, isn't Arahabaki himself, but rather someone who wants to make it appear that way."
"But why dad?"
"That's a very good question, my angel. It would seem that Chuuya is a key player in the mystery. If not the mastermind then definitely a pawn of sorts."
"I'm nobody's pawn, you bastard!" Chuuya growled.
"But you have heard that voice, correct? Don't even bother trying to deny it. Your anger speaks volumes."
Chuuya looked away. Mori had him and he knew it. He took a deep breath to still himself. "I only heard it once… the night the GSS took me."
"Go on."
"It was just one voice but it was… it didn't sound human. And it knew things… I ended up following it down a pipeline and found some ancient tunnel. I don't know where exactly, Suribatchi is like a maze and if you don't know where you're going you can get lost forever. But I got outta there when it said something I refused to believe."
"What did it say?" Akiko pried. Chuuya met her eyes.
"... That my friends were going to betray me. Turns out it was right."
Akiko let that sink in, despite the unbelievable issues they were discussing, she couldn't help the twinge of pain in her heart for what Chuuya had been through. Her father broke her out of her reverie.
"Then it seems we have no other choice…" He looked back at Chuuya with a half smile. "Chuuya, how would you like to join the Agency?"
Chuuya and the others blinked for a moment before all simultaneously exclaimed… "Huh?!"
Mori ignored their perplexity. "I believe someone of your talents would fit right into our organization. So what do you say?"
"Why the hell would I want to join you?" Chuuya snarked.
"Why the hell would we let him join?" Dazai interjected.
"Because as it stands, Chuuya, your prospects are very slim. Let's not forget until you're fully exonerated, you're still wanted by the GSO. Knowing director Taneda, he won't allow any more loopholes like the one Dazai demonstrated this afternoon."
Chuuya raised an eyebrow. "So basically I either join you or I die." It wasn't a question. Mori was pensive.
"Or let's try something else. How would you feel about a 'trial run' of sorts?" Chuuya needed clarification. "You assist my son and daughter in this investigation. Lend them your knowledge of Suribatchi city and the skills of your ability while Fukuzawa and I make all the necessary arrangements to have you fully acquitted and your record wiped clean. After such time has passed, if you still wish to transverse elsewhere, you will be handsomely compensated for your efforts and free to go wherever you so choose."
"Hopefully right off a cliff..." Dazai quipped and Mori silenced him.
Chuuya cut Dazai a dirty look before asking Mori. "And how long will this trial run be?"
"Three weeks, starting tomorrow." Fukuzawa answered stoically. "It's clear whatever is going on is rooted in Suribatchi city. Therefore, should you agree, you'll accompany Dazai and Akiko on an expedition there the day after tomorrow. You will be their guide since you're familiar with the territory and all three of you will get to the bottom of these phenomenons."
He mulled over, annoyed. "I don't have a choice, do I?"
"Not really, no." Mori preened. "Don't be so glum, Chuuya. Perhaps our resources can help you find the answers you so desperately seek? Why you may even find yourself enjoying cooperating with the Agency."
Glancing at Dazai, he couldn't help but say… "I doubt it." On the other hand, a look at Akiko and his statement wavered just a bit. "Fine." He relented.
"Excellent, it's settled then…"
"What about us, do we get a say in all of this?" Dazai motioned between himself and his sister. Mori just smirked.
"Didn't I teach you not to ask questions you already know the answer to?" The prince scowled.
"Well then, if that's all for now, I'm going to turn in." The princess stood and made her way around the table to kiss her father and uncle's cheeks. "It's been a long day and I'll be busy tomorrow, preparing for the trip."
Mori and Fukuzawa bade her goodnight, as did Dazai but she saw fit to forgo her ladylike manner and flip him off instead, making him chuckle. She met Chuuya's sapphire gaze one last time and softened her features with a nod that he reciprocated, then left the dining room.
Mori sighed. "I think the princess was correct. It has been a long day. Especially for you Chuuya. You must be exhausted?" Actually Chuuya couldn't remember the last time he'd been so wired but he took the hint and nodded. "Dazai will escort you back to your room." Dazai opened his mouth to protest but was cut off. "Not a suggestion, Dazai!"
The prince huffed and motioned for Chuuya to follow him out the door but the king of the night wasn't quite done yet. "Oh, and Chuuya…" His purple eyes darkened, "Do not mistake our hospitality for generosity. You're here purely for conductive reasons not necessity. You'd do well to remember that the next time you think about taking enforced liberties with my daughter."
"I concur." Fukuzawa's eyes would've put a wolve's to shame.
If the threat shook him, Chuuya didn't show it. Just scuffed and followed an amused Dazai out the door.
No sooner did the door close, did Mori's expression change from menacing to analytical which Fukuzawa noticed and frowned his brows.
"I know that look. You're moving chess pieces in your head again. What are you plotting this time Oagi?"
Mori shrugged. "For once, nothing. This will require none of my intervention." He turned to his associate and smiled. "I was merely imagining my future grandchildren."
Fukuzawa exasperated, then dropped his head in his hand. He knew there was no stopping this headache.
Chuuya trailed behind Dazai in silence. After everything he'd just endured, the less he conversed with his royal assness, the better.
Once they reached his room, Dazai pulled something out of his coat and tossed over his shoulder that Chuuya caught with ease. He piqued to find it was… a lighter?
"For the cigarettes you lifted off Hirotsu." Dazai said, opening the door and pinning him with an impassive stare. "Just make sure you give that case back to him tomorrow. My sister gave it to him for his birthday."
Was he surprised Dazai knew?... No. At this point, nothing surprised him. Especially nothing to do with the so-called Dark Prince of Yokohama.
He pocketed the lighter and nodded, moving to enter his room… Only to be stopped when Dazai's arm blocked the doorway. "Just so we're clear…" the prince sneered, "you aren't fooling anybody. Whatever it is you're hiding, I'll find it. And if I find out you have anything to do with all of this, I'll make it my personal mission to ensure you're put down like the dog you are."
Chuuya's steel resolve never wavered. He met Dazai's dark glare with his own. "I'd like to see you try… your majesty." He spit the last words like venom. Then knocked the prince's arm away and slammed the door behind him.
Chuuya stood in the center of his room taking deep breaths to calm himself and control his anger. Damn Dazai! Damn Mori and Fukuzawa! Damn them all!... Well, not her. But Dazai most of all, damn him!
This morning Chuuya was a prisoner waiting to die. Now he was a prisoner being forced to go back to the hellhole he grew up in. Which was worse?
Still he couldn't ignore these 'coincidences,' it was all too peculiar. So many questions needed answers, but it seemed the answers would be hell to get. Oh well. Nothing has ever been easy for Chuuya, he'd deal with it. And on the off chance he found the answers about himself, it'd be worth it… at least, he hoped it would.
He removed a cigarette from the fancy case and lit it, taking a euphoric drag that made him moan with pleasure. Five years was way too long. A clap of thunder had him walk to his window to watch the rainfall. He could scarcely make out Suribatchi city in the distance. Obscured by the heavy rain and his own illuminated reflection in the window. But a crack of lightning on the horizon gave it the perfect foreboding nuance he knew it to be. Glancing down at his left arm and something told the gravity manipulator that this storm was only the beginning.
The heavy rainfall pounded against the docks; rocked with the raging waves, but that didn't deter the shivering hooded figure from his mission.
Lightning cracked the sky, reflecting off the black waters like daylight. Enough for him to see the slimy tentacles anchor to the rickety, warn wood and pull itself out of the wet abyss.
The figure watched in mild alarm as the monstrous creature shrunk itself to the humanoid form of an abdominal tall man with long dreadlock hair, a pale sunken face, and dead black eyes. Tentacles turned into limbs and his head twisted back onto it's proper place on top of his broad shoulders.
He regarded the hooded figure with a sleepy monotone. "Why have you awakened me?"
The hooded figure said nothing. Simply lifted a shivering hand and pointed towards Suribatchi city.
"Ah, I see. The time for the master's revival is at hand. And you must follow him…"
The hooded figure nodded.
"All of my brethren are long dead. Those damned diamonds hunted them down like animals and slaughtered them all. Only I, Lovecraft, am the soul survivor of that time. We must make haste and gather new rats to follow the master. As well as lure out a diamond of this age if we wish to free him.
Lovecraft observed his summoner. "I see. So you've already begun both. Very good. Then let us be off. The sooner this world ends, the sooner I can return to my slumber.
The hooded figure still shivered violently but followed Lovecraft as he stomped down the docks.
Yeah, so... that happened.
This was a draining chapter so I might take a short break to think about the next step.