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Dazai was curled up on the couch looking over the plans Mori had laid out. Meanwhile, Mori puttered about the kitchen putting together hot chocolate. Apparently, it was hot chocolate weather and Dazai wasn’t in the mood for contesting the man’s whims.

The papers he was holding contained all the major powers and holdings of the Port Mafia. They weren’t great. Even now the old boss’s senility was beginning to run the group into the ground. He looked over to the coffee table at the large stacks of papers and the messy handwritten notes overlaying them. Mori was nothing if not meticulous despite the horror that was his handwriting.

“Dazai-kun, would you like marshmallows or whipped cream with your cocoa?”

Dazai had no preference, but Mori had been ‘encouraging’ him lately to appear more human and that meant not relying on Mori to make decisions for him. “Whipped cream.” He called back, voice hollow. Before adding with a whine, “Lots!.” He could tell that Mori was pleased at that and would let him be.

Dazai turned his attention back to the papers and let his thoughts be consumed by them. Not too long ago, Mori had confided in Dazai his mentor’s plans for Yokohama and Dazai had realized that Mori shockingly cared for something other than himself. Currently, though, the Tripartite Plan was in chaos with Fukuzawa’s betrayal leaving Mori standing on one foot. Fortunately, he had Dazai. Dazai ran through a few dozen potential ideas, discarding the ones too complicated or -god forbid- messy.

A few minutes later Mori handed him a mug of chocolate and sipped his own before sitting directly next to him, despite the fact that the couch could fit three people comfortably distanced. “Well, Dazai-kun what do you think?”

“It’s too violent. It will just cause the Port Mafia to self-destruct. You don’t need everything to survive, but this style of takeover leaves it in a precarious position. Without an immortal army there is no way to do this and keep the Port Mafia as a major player in Yokohama.”

Mori hummed, he looked tired, not having the energy to summon Elise. Ever since he had gotten back a few weeks ago his appearance had only worsened. The retrieval of his first protege had failed and led to a complete severance of a complicated friendship. Losing his major piece had thrown Mori out of it and that was not even considering his personal ties to the girl.

Even Dazai could tell that Mori was entranced with Yosano, much to Elise’s chagrin. Mori had been excited to introduce Dazai to her as he believed they would get along rather well.

Elise had been mildly cheerier since the fight though. He wondered how much of her was tied to Mori and was influenced by this girl. In turn, he mused if he shared similarities to Yosano who was likely influenced by Elise and Mori.

But now, Yosano was out of Mori’s grasp leaving him in the company of two dolls. Yet in many ways this had only caused Mori to push harder to make Dazai human. Mori hadn’t let Dazai out of his sight in weeks, perhaps worried the same man who had stolen his darling Yosano would come back for him. He couldn’t see why though. He wasn’t human so there was no reason to hold compassion for him. Even Elise was apparently not a good enough bodyguard which -given Dazai’s ability- was fair, but still. He had been planning on sneaking into Chinatown, but currently any attempt to leave Mori’s side would likely result in him being chained to the man.

Which wasn’t really ideal.

Having to reintegrate their plans, it would require them to use a lot more subtlety and finesse. Taking a lick of the whipped cream he commented, “Mori-san, who is currently the Port Mafia boss’s personal doctor?


Dazai deadpanned, “It’s a shame he’s in debt with the triads.”

Mori smiled, “Indeed. And as a humble doctor it’s only my responsibility to take care of our boss.”

“ Mori-san, as a member of the boss’s inner circle bringing attention to his doctor’s conflicting interests can only benefit us. With no other doctors he can trust it would be only logical to appoint you as his personal physician. Within two to three years time we should be able to muster enough support so when the boss passes away tragically from illness, it would only make sense he left you in charge.”

Dazai then stood, placing his mug down, and grabbed papers with all of the members of the organization. Bounding over to Mori he put his legs on his lap and pointed at names of people who would support his ascension and the boss’s death. He then picked out a few more that wouldn’t care about the change of leadership. Lastly, he grabbed the ones dangerous to them they would need to get rid of prior or directly following the boss’s death.

“Is this alright Mori-san?”

“Yes, this should do rather well.” It would involve some work and be much more complicated than Mori’s original plan, but it would also be much less violent.

Pleased, Mori smiled at him, “Is there anything you want me to get you, Dazai-kun? I will likely be going out tomorrow.”

“Well I’ve always wanted to try fugu as a last meal.”

“Aw, but I don't want my cute Dazai-kun to leave me.” Mori then glomped him till Dazai elbowed him in the stomach wiggling away.

“Then a new book would be nice.”

“Alright, Elise-chan can stay here and keep you company.”

Dazai rolled his eyes, well aware the only reason Mori was having Elise stay with him was to make sure he didn’t kill himself or try to leave. It wasn’t like she could stop him, but Mori would know if Dazai nullified Elise, unfortunately. Elise always wanted to watch the most annoying shows too.

“I’ll buy some new clothes too as a reward. I saw the cutest matching outfits you and Elise could wear!”

“Ew, I don’t want to match with her.” Dazai attempted to scrunch his face though he had a feeling it was failing. Stupid facial paralysis.

Mori patted his head condescendingly then stated with steely eyes, “Oh and Dazai-kun should you try to sneak out tomorrow, I will have to take you to the clinic.”

“Understood, Mori-san.” Dazai nodded well-aware of the scalpels and other instruments Mori used in his treatments.

Mori then grabbed his chin with a harsh hand and lifted his head up, “You really are precious to me Dazai-kun, don’t forget.” Mori then dropped his hand and turned away to summon Elise who immediately began whining over being gone for over a day.

Aware of the hidden meaning of Mori’s words, Dazai returned his attention back to his hot cocoa. It had gone cold.