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Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya walked down the long corridor towards Mori's office, Chuuya naturally stepping on Dazai's right side to cover his blind spot. Chuuya glared over at his fellow 17-year-old, and scoffed.
"You plannin' to let me in on what this meeting's being called for, asshole?"
Dazai merely blinked once, then responded.
"Honestly Chuuya, I have no idea why Boss is calling us." He stretched out his arms overhead, and whined, "Calling us in right after such a tiring mission no less! He must hate us!" He overdramatically exclaimed. Chuuya was no stranger to such behaviour from his teammate, it was just another Tuesday for him. But that didn't mean it got any easier to tolerate.
"YOU?!- What do you mean you're tired. I did all the actual work, jackass."
"Waaa Chibi-inu, you're barking so loudly at meeee."
"EH?! I'm not your dog, shitty Dazai. Stop calling me that!"
"But I didn't even call Chuuya my dog this time?"
Their bickering made the walk down the once-silent and imposing hallway not only louder, but a much shorter walk. Once they were a few metres from Mori's office door however, it came to a silence, and unseen grunts pushed the large doors open as the executives walked in, stopping about a metre in front of the desk of the Port Mafia Boss, Mori Ougai.
Chuuya took off his hat, and bowed deeply to the boss, whereas Dazai took a more casual approach to silently greeting Mori, slowly nodding his head once at the boss.
"Welcome, Twin Dark," Mori greeted the pair, his voice calm and deceptively soft. The well-guarded secret ability of his was drawing something morbid with crayons on the ground nearby his desk, humming to herself, "I've called you both here to discuss a new mission for you both. I apologise for calling you in after you've just come back from one, but I'm afraid you are the only ones I trust with this task."
"You may rise, Chuuya-kun." Mori instructed, and Chuuya did so, standing up properly next to Dazai, and placing his hat back on his head. He noticed the corner of Dazai's mouth twitch slightly upwards from his peripheral, and he just knew that the bastard was comparing his obedience to a dogs. He'd snap, but considering that they were being assigned a mission that was more than likely urgent due to how they'd only just gotten back from one and hadn't gotten a chance to start the paperwork, it was better saved for later.
"So? What's this about?" Dazai asked dryly, making no effort to hide his sigh as he spoke.
"A group of mafia traitors." Mori replied, his tone not wavering, but lowering in the way that it did when he got serious. The mention of traitors caught Soukoku's attention like the crack of a whip. The idea of disloyalty as a whole left a sour taste on Chuuya's tongue, a rotten lemon pushed into his throat, the thought making him gag with disgust, and he scoffed. Dazai's reaction was more subtle, as he preferred to keep an aloof mask, however, the way his visible eye twitched showed how he shared the same sentiment as Chuuya.
"You want us to eliminate them?" Dazai asked, his tone taking on a lilt. He was a professional torturer within the mafia, and particularly enjoyed having traitors bite the curb.
"Right as rain, Dazai-kun," The boss replied, followed by a sigh, "However, they've seemed to have made it out of Japan entirely. We have managed to track them down to a city in the United States, where they are trying to blend in as regular people, in positions that don't get glanced at twice." Mori said, looking between Chuuya and Dazai, who seemed to be having an entire conversation through eye contact. He couldn't be exactly sure what they were saying to each other, but he could infer that Dazai was either teasing his fellow subordinate about his height or something equally as sensitive to tick him off.
"I do hope you were both listening."
"Of course we were," Dazai huffed, "Just get to the point."
As always, Chuuya was left somewhat astonished when Dazai addressed him in such a brazen way, and how Mori simply let it slide. Anyone else and Mori would've had them punished, probably by Dazai if they spoke to him in that way. Their boss sighed wearily, and clarified.
"What I'm saying is: you will both need to go undercover at Rosemeadow High School as students to figure out which of the faculty are the traitors, and eliminate them before they get the chance for the idea that people can betray the Port Mafia and get off scot-free can spread." He gestured to two files that sat on top of each other on his desk that Chuuya had initially dismissed as reports that the boss had to look through, but he now realised what they actually were.
"Character files," Dazai observed, "Our new identities."
"Yes," Mori nodded, "These two files contain everything you need to know about the facades you will be assuming once you step foot into the country. You will both be staying temporarily with some American members who will be playing the role as your parents for the sake of keeping up an appearance publicly, but other than that, you will have total control over this mission and what you do with yourselves. How long this mission will take depends entirely on how fast you both can eliminate the traitors. I wish for you both to make a clear warning from the Port with our signature once you track them down, but get out of there as soon as possible in the event that something goes wrong. But I trust that you can complete this mission without any issues."
"Those traitors will be turned into a message," Chuuya replied, as he bowed again, "That no one can betray the Port and get away with it."
Dazai approached the boss' desk, and picked up the two folders, stuffed with what was undoubtedly the falsified legal documents of their new identities, everything they would need to know about the people they would become, and what they needed to look out for while on their mission. He walked back and handed the one labelled "Jake Sterling" with N.C. marked in the corner to Chuuya, and kept the one labelled "Drew Williams" with his own initials inked on the corner for himself.
With an official dismissal from Mori, Double Black turned and walked out of the office, their footsteps falling in sync with each other as they walked back down the hallway.
"Looks like we'll be having to speak English during our time there," Dazai said to Chuuya as he skimmed over the documents in his file, "Having to hide our accents will be a pain as well." He sighed
"This Jake character has two brown eyes," Chuuya scoffed. He knew that it was because only so many people in the world had total heterochromia like he did, and the whole point of the mission was to not stand out, but it was still a pain, "I hate wearing a contact."
"Ne, Chuuya. Let's wait until we get back to your penthouse to review more details." Dazai spoke over the redhead, who had just opened his mouth to continue. Of course, he didn't just speak over Chuuya. He accompanied his words with a mouth hand motion, the kind one would use for a sock puppet for it to 'speak'.
"Asshole."
"Hold on. What do you mean ‘let's’? If you think you're crashing at my place again you've got another thing comin'."
"Sure Chuuya."
Dazai had tucked his folder under his arm and beneath his coat, whereas Chuuya felt no need to guard it so closely. He was still holding it closely, but nowhere near as securely as Dazai was. It reminded him of a cat protecting it's territory, curled up protectively, fur raised and teeth bared. Except it was a bandaged 17-year-old.
They walked out into an open space of a mafia hall, shoulders back, heads up, commanding the room without needing to say anything. Why would they? They were the Boss' Right-Hand and the Gravity Manipulator, who had brought down an entire gifted organisation overnight. The grunts talking quietly amongst themselves had immediately straightened up with their hands folded in front of them as Twin Dark walked past, and the few higher-ranked members either gave nods of acknowledgement or eye contact.
Alone again, Dazai spoke.
"So, Chuuya's penthouse?"
"...fine."