Chapter Text
A man knelt amidst the wreckage, destruction all around. Fires still burned as a pillar fell, a loud clang echoing around the area. The buildings, once standing tall, were in pieces on the ground, and the sky was stained a crimson red from the blood of the terrorists. The sun was setting, casting its dying light in the sky. The man could not stay long, he'll be gone by night for his duties. He gently hummed the other's favourite, für Elise, as long bandaged fingers combed through silky blood stained hair.
The man wore a black coat, a red scarf floating in the wind, his brown hair swaying in the mild breeze as another fire sparked near them. They were in the center of a large crater, and the dead body of the terrorist leader was bleeding out right next to them.
The clip clop of sandals approached, getting closer and closer before it stopped right next to them. There was a click of a gun as the man turned to the newcomers.
Another man, with a suit and a notebook with the word ideal written in kanji on it aimed a gun at point blank range at the man, his green hair whipping in the wind as the breeze turned harsher. The air was tense as the man turned his eyes to the other man, an older man in a green yukata and a brown coat.
"To what do I owe this pleasure, armed detective agency member kunikida doppo and president fukuzawa Yukichi?"
"Get your hands off our candidate, port mafia boss dazai osamu."
Dazai smiled as he pulled the unconscious figure on his lap up with him, not caring that kunikida would not hesitate to shoot him in the head anytime any day.
"Mymy, so hostile, even though I'm the one that saved him."
His smile widened when he heard a small gasp, and the gun was slightly lowered. Fukuzawa gestured for kunikida for to put his gun down, walking forward so he was face to face with dazai.
"May I ask for nakahara san back, dazai dono?"
Dazai hummed as he gripped the sleeping boy tighter.
"Why should I? Chibi is mine after all."
"Dazai dono-"
"Besides, if your entrance exam already required chibikko to use corruption, I'm rather worried what your work will need him to do."
Kunikida shivered at the crimson eyes glaring at them, malice and bloodlust filling the air around them. So this was the demon's glare that made even grown men scurry away in fear. However, fukuzawa stood still, not affected the least by the malicious intent. He had already learnt how to deal with him, having gotten some advice from a friend on how to deal with the young boss.
"I wonder how nakahara san will feel if he knows about-"
Before he could finish his sentence he felt the cold kiss of metal against his throat, and the crimson eyes bored into his soul, and even fukuzawa was a little unnerved now. Kunikida immediately brought his hand up, the gun cocked and ready to shoot a bullet into the other man's head.
"Try it, fukuzawa dono, I dare you."
One could taste the tension that was thick in the air, kunikida was slightly panicked, for even the President will have trouble getting out of that situation. Fukuzawa and dazai had a staring contest, dazai's hostility changing to wariness as fukuzawa crossed his arms and away from his sword.
And then something happened that only two people then would know, fukuzawa, and dazai himself. Fukuzawa narrowed his eyes as the port mafia boss sheathed his knife, his bangs covering his eyes. But fukuzawa was experienced, and he could tell dazai must have seen something, it could be seen in his posture, and the twitching of his fingers. What he had seen, was something that terrified the rumoured emotionless ex demon prodigy.
However it was gone as fast as it came, and dazai lifted his face once again, his eyes dead and looked like a mask, one that was cultivated for many years to hide all emotions.
Fukuzawa jolted a bit as he caught the weight that dazai had dropped on him.
"Fine then, take chibi with you."
He stared, bewildered by the sudden change in attitude. Dazai turned around, walking away, his coat swishing behind him.
"However, if chibikko is ever hurt while in your care,"
Fukuzawa shivered in fear and awe as bloodlust creeped around them, he could barely breathe, terror constricting his lungs. Kunikida, despite not being the target, nearly collapsed to his knees as the bloodlust washed over him. Looking at dazai, was like looking at the demon king himself, his face was dark, his eyes shining an ethereal otherworldly scarlet, as if stained with the blood of all who were foolish enough to hurt the one he cared for.
"Don't think you'll live for even an hour after, fukuzawa dono."