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Achievement get: join the mafia!

Summary:

How do a god and a kitsune end up in the mafia?

gay talks under the stars and boredom apparently

Notes:

hello and welcome back to this au,,

sorry for not posting sooner but this is in character so get used to it i guess??
ANYWAY hello and welcome to the gays planning things,, dazai is anyway

This is short but it is plot relevant so enjoy?

thanks again to my lovely beta Micah, love ya!

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“Join the Port Mafia with me Chuuya.”

It isn’t a question, with them it never is. The cool night air seems to still around the two as the silence stretches, not unexpected, not awkward, just the calm quiet that comes with the summer night.

Neither look from the stars as he answers, “Why? It’s not like we’d have anything to gain, unless you’re plotting more than usual anyway.”

The wind ruffles their hair and sets leaves from the trees above them adrift. As one drifts towards his face Dazai speaks again, “We’re both bored, I know we are. I miss having a reason to plan and predict and you miss the fight of the wars long past. Double Black was never meant for peace, we can’t deal with it. And you know I’m always plotting.” He punctuates the last sentence with a wink and a brilliant smile; both more an indicator of mischief and problems to come if you were to ask Chuuya.

Tails sway in what may look like nervousness to an average viewer, but it is more impatience and anticipation for a predetermined outcome. It’s not an uncommon look for Dazai, immortality has taught him all but patience. The nine white, fluffy tails are not without use though. They are constantly moving and shifting with the fox’s mind and mood; a language that is so contradictory to normal communication it may as well count as a code.

“I’m not joining the mafia to kneel to some human over your petty boredom, asshole,” comes the harsh response. He knows he’ll give in, he always does when it comes to Dazai Osamu. Thousands of years of knowing each other leads to these conclusions. Chuuya knows this has been planned for months- possibly years- but he’ll be damned by the same god he serves before he gives in. It’s part of the game. Part of why they’re still together.

“But Chibi~ we could watch over the city so much more effectively this way!”

“Fuck off, no”

“Please?” He turns to punch the damn mackerel for being so annoying when he sees the puppy dog eyes and pout he’s wearing. Shit.

“Fine. But, you join first and you do all the work if you’re so bored.”

“Deal,” Dazai agrees with a smile.

Notes:

THANK YOU FOR READING!

if you see any errors please leave a comment, i may or may not fix it depending on how much i care. If its about the kitsune lore or japanese culture then i will fix it and any corrections are appreciated!!

The next fic should be longer, (and more depressing) so dont worry

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