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“An overseas mission?” Chuuya asked, mainly out of confirmation that he heard that right more than anything. He was currently in the heart of the Port Mafia headquarters—Mori’s office—unfortunately alongside that shitty bastard Dazai, and the boss just assigned the two to an assassination in America. The reason behind the assassination itself was simple—that company was a weapons dealer to the Port Mafia and betrayed them, so now they have to be dealt with properly. But it was the fact that Mori wants to send in Double Black to deal with them, and overseas no less, when it seems like it’s a simple mission that doesn’t call for the Mafia’s most feared duo. And not to mention that both he and Dazai have never been on an overseas mission before. Why now, when Chuuya hasn’t even been in the Port Mafia nor have he and Dazai been a team for a full year yet? Does Mori just trust them that much? Or is there something else at play here?

“That is correct,” The boss confirmed, and even if he wanted to say more about that, Chuuya just shut his mouth and nodded, knowing that not many get away with arguing with the boss of the Port Mafia.

“But Mori, that’s so boring!”

Of course, “not many” doesn’t mean “all.”

“How is that boring, Dazai?” Mori just asked, a saccharine smile spread across his face. Whether he was irritated at Dazai disagreeing or if he found it amusing, none of it was evident on his face whatsoever. It was all hidden behind a carefully curated mask, one that showed nothing of his true emotions. It was scary and intimidating, yet it also provided an explanation as to why Dazai’s the way he is, considering that from what Chuuya knows, Dazai’s been around Mori for a good portion of his life, likely picking up on habits that complimented Dazai’s already disturbing demeanor.

“Do I seriously have to go with the Chibi over here?” Dazai whined, giving Chuuya a good glare before pouting back at Mori. “Why do we have to go anyway, just send somebody else to do it! Or better yet, send the Chibi all by himself and let him die!”

“Hey!” Chuuya shouted at Dazai, both at the remark and the nicknames. He sneered at the brunet, who just childishly stuck out his tongue in response, and before Chuuya could say or do anything about that, Mori interrupted, answering Dazai’s question.

“I’m afraid we cannot let that happen,” Mori said, jokingly addressing Dazai’s latter comment with a slight chuckle. “If you must know, sending you two will be the quickest and most efficient way of getting this done, and you know I am always one for efficiency,” he stated, and honestly, Chuuya can see the reasoning behind that. Yet there was something tugging at him that said that there was a greater reason for Mori sending the two, one the boss won’t disclose for some reason. Glancing at Dazai, the other teen didn’t look convinced either, but he merely shrugged, seemingly already bored of trying to argue with the boss for any longer.

“I still don’t wanna go,” Dazai continued complaining, although from his body language, Chuuya could tell that he didn’t feel like actually arguing with him anymore—instead just complaining—so at least Chuuya doesn’t have to worry too much about added punishments for Dazai talking back too harshly. “Especially not with Chuuya.”

“You two are going, Dazai,” Mori said, his tone firm and and clear that he wasn’t going to budge on this matter. Even if he hid the true harshness of the threat behind a smile, Chuuya knew that it was fake, and he could only think of how much he hated it whenever Dazai decided to test Mori. Every time he feels like getting on the boss’ nerves, negative consequences always follow, and more times than not, Chuuya somehow goes down with him.

Dazai was about to say something in retort, but before he could, Chuuya (not so) subtly stepped on Dazai’s foot next to him, causing the taller boy to glare at him in response, and by that point Chuuya just thought “Oh, fuck subtlety!” and gave Dazai a “shut the fuck up, you Mackerel” look right in front of the boss, who just looked amused at their silent conversation. Ultimately—and luckily, Chuuya does not want to entertain Elise again as punishment (that girl is brutal when it came to her tea parties)—Chuuya won, considering Dazai rolled his eyes in defeat and muttered out a small “Fine,” towards the boss, who simply nodded himself before telling them that they are to leave tomorrow, then eventually dismissing the two boys.

~~~

Mori told them that the mission itself shouldn’t take more than a few hours, especially with Dazai and Chuuya assigned to it, but apparently circumstances have it in which the Port Mafia, for some reason, cannot transport Dazai and Chuuya back until a week after they’re sent out—Chuuya will have to ask Albatross about that later—meaning that Chuuya was unfortunately stuck with Dazai for a week without anything to do other than stay in some cabin in the middle of the woods.

Because, yeah, he and Dazai have to stay in a cabin in some forest in America for their mission. Apparently it was Port Mafia owned, meaning that it was stocked with weapons and supplies, and was protected to not get found—or rather, reported—to the American government. Nonetheless, when Chuuya first saw it, his first thought was just “How the hell am I gonna survive living in this with Dazai for an entire week?”

“Well, this sure looks fun,” Chuuya sarcastically deadpanned when the Port Mafia car dropped them off at the cabin.

Although apparently choosing to ignore Chuuya’s sarcasm—because there was no way that the observant bastard would just miss it—Dazai gave him a judging look, furrowing his eyebrows as he walked inside ahead of Chuuya, muttering. “Chuuya must be delusional if he thinks this is fun . . .”

Chuuya rolled his eyes in response. That bastard knew Chuuya was being sarcastic, but instead blatantly ignored it to make Chuuya look dumb. “I was being sarcastic, dipshit,” the redhead retorted, following in step with Dazai as the taller boy trudged through the grass and towards the cabin.

“Still though, I wouldn’t use that word,” Dazai countered, turning his head back to give Chuuya another judgemental look, before flinging the front door open without a care in the world. “Still as fun as you imagined?” Dazai asked once the inside of the cabin was brandished, mocking Chuuya.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole!” Chuuya exclaimed, giving a good glare at Dazai before looking back towards the cabin. It was modest and furnished, and even though it was clear that it hasn’t been used, in a long time, it was certainly clean. There were no signs of dust on any of the furniture or cobwebs in any of the corners, and Chuuya wouldn’t be surprised if Mori had this cabin cleaned out before he and Dazai stopped by, just to be in top condition for two of the Port Mafia’s most capable employees.

It seems that Dazai was taking it in too, considering he shut the door behind Chuuya and was just silent for a moment. That is, until he seemed to regain his senses and remember the fact that Chuuya was right next to him. “Chibi has such a way with words,” Dazai muttered, albeit a bit delayed due to the both of them silently taking in where they’d be living for the next week. A quaint living space with a lot of windows, but also a lot of curtains as soon as you walk in, connected immediately to a small kitchen on the right-hand side. On the left, two doors, one in which Chuuya assumes is the bathroom and one the bedroom—meaning that their either must be two beds in that room or one of them is sleeping on the couch this entire mission. Because you could bribe him with anything, but there was no way that Chuuya will just sleep in the same bed as Dazai, because the same room—hell, even the same cabin—is bad enough as is.

Except, Dazai was already walking towards one of the doors, taking the opportunity when Chuuya was visually exploring the place to stake his claim on the bedroom. Oh, no no no, Chuuya cannot let that happen. Even if there were two beds, Dazai will just immediately claim the one that—isn’t necessarily better, but rather the one that will ensure the worst sleep for Chuuya each night. Chuuya doesn’t even have any idea as to how Dazai knows which bed will provide Chuuya with a bad night’s sleep, but Chuuya knows for sure that he does that at least, because Dazai literally admitted to it once. Chuuya was simultaneously impressed, but also pissed at the fact.

“Hey, what the hell!?” Chuuya asked after seeing Dazai get a headstart, running towards the door Dazai was heading to and flinging it open. Luckily, it was the bedroom, but unfortunately only had one bed. Still though, Chuuya was going to claim it as his, so he ran over to the bed to place his bag down—an unspoken rule of this duo; whoever places their things on the bed first gets it—but apparently, Dazai saw him running and booked it himself, causing the both of them to smack their bags on the mattress at the same time, immediately starting a shouting match between the two.

“I was here first, Chuuya!”

“No you weren’t asshole, stop lying!”

“Well then, I saw it first!” Oh good, at least Dazai isn’t trying to claim that he set his things on the bed first, because it was actually Chuuya . . . Okay fine, Chuuya will admit they placed them down at the same time, but only because Dazai was indirectly admitting it himself.

“Not true, I opened the door!”

“Yeah, but I’m taller, therefore I saw it before Chibi.”

“That’s not how it works, dumbass!”

“Well, if you’re so stubborn, why don’t we just share!?”

Pause . . . What?

“. . . Share?” Chuuya repeated after a bit of hesitation, staring up at Dazai with a dumbfounded look on his face. And watching him, it was clear that the brunet didn’t mean to blurt that out, if the sudden tenseness in his body of him obviously trying to hold in his embarrassment was anything to go by. It was so clear that Dazai was furiously fighting down a blush of embarrassment at his—apparently unintentional—remark, and honestly? The sight was way too amusing that Chuuya couldn’t help but crack a smile. “What do you mean, ‘share?’”

Dazai clenched his jaw at Chuuya’s question, clearly not fond of Chuuya hearing his slip-up. “I mean, if Chibi’s too stubborn to give up the bed that’s rightfully mine . . . Then why don’t we just . . . Share it?” Dazai spoke slowly and reluctantly, even stating the last two words of his sentence much quieter, and Chuuya took a lot of joy in seeing a very faint tint of pinks come to Dazai’s cheeks.

(And if he was being really honest, the prospect of sharing a bed with Dazai was making his own cheeks heat up, and he wasn’t too sure of what to think of that.)

“You’re willing to share?” Chuuya asked, generalizing. Although the “A bed with me?” he meant went unsaid, he was sure Dazai knew what Chuuya was mainly asking.

Dazai only shrugged, still clearly attempting to hide what he truly felt. What that was, Chuuya had no idea, but he felt that it was something deeper than just pure embarrassment. “Dogs sleep on their owners’ beds all the time,” he simply said, putting a neutral mask on his face, as if he was unbothered by the thought of sharing a bed with Chuuya, despite the two never having done that before, even for missions with a similar situation to this—that situation being just having one bed available. Chuuya always thought of it as repulsive—not having to share a bed with someone, but that “someone” being Osamu Dazai—and he always thought that Dazai felt the same. Apparently not, or not as much as Chuuya thought, considering he was the one who brought this up in the first place.

But he brought it up with another stupid dog comment too . . . Man, Chuuya really hates Dazai.

(But even so, then why is his heart going a mile a minute?)

“I’m not a fucking dog!” Chuuya exclaimed, although he still had a wide, amused smile on his face; one that Dazai didn’t like apparently, considering he glanced away almost immediately after looking very subtly captivated by something.

“We have an hour,” Dazai simply stated after glancing away. Apparently it was towards a clock, and Dazai just blurted out how much time they have until they’re supposed to be meeting with their weapons dealer and eliminate them. Leaving his stuff on the bed, Dazai walked around to the closet, taking a box off the highest shelf and setting it down on the bed before opening it. Inside was a simple handgun, one Dazai got set up and loaded pretty quickly, before he holstered it and put the box back up on the shelf. “We should head to the rendezvous,” he said, walking out the doorway and into the main living space of the cabin, leaving Chuuya to follow him and leaving their conversation for next time.

Dazai was lucky Chuuya was feeling merciful towards the guy, considering he dropped the subject as well and instead just focused on their mission.

~~~

The mission itself was extremely easy, and it even took less than an hour, their original estimated time. What did take a whole lot of time though? Dazai attempting to lead them back to the cabin once they were done. It was this whole thing that Chuuya eventually had to take over, just . . . Don’t trust that Mackerel with what he says and with directions.

The real kicker however, was that, after talking to Albatross, Chuuya found out that apparently, the Port Mafia had zero issue or delay in transportation that prevented Dazai and Chuuya from getting flown back immediately, meaning that Mori sent them off to some mediocre mission, then to just fuck around for the whole rest of week in an entirely different country . . .

And honestly? Chuuya has no idea how to feel about that.