Shadow Reaper - Soukoku - What if Dazai stayed in the Port Mafia?...

Suicide?!

"It is. Not for us though." He seems calm and sure with himself that it was perfectly safe. Despite it being a hot spot for smugglers and other criminal activity.                                                                            

"Ummmm...what do you mean by that?" His eyes grow wider with anxiety.                                          The walking mummy shrugs his broad shoulders yet again.

"We do our work in places like this most of the time. Other people think it's sketchy but it's just become normal for us." 

The sun was setting as they were weaving their way down allies along the riverside and the sun was hiding behind some of the taller tower blocks in the city looking sleepy and calm. The air was starting to pick up a fresh night chill and the moon was a very faint white on the distant horizon. They very quickly came to a ram-shackled looking building with burn marks in one of the walls from an old fight like a war wound on a soldier. "Ah!~ We're here!~ And the sun's setting nicely." 

The boy quietly mutters under his breath. "Great. Just great." 

They both walk inside to see a figured in a hat stood in one of the corners. He has long ginger hair which was exaggerated by the remaining rays of the setting sun and a very petite stature, with a feminine appearance. The man stood next to the boy and waves. 

"Oh hey Chuuya.~ What are you doing  here?~" His tone and demeanour have suddenly switched to one that is very flirtatious. The very androgynous man called Chuuya walks up to Dazai and speaks in an irritable tone.

"I might ask you the same thing shitty Dazai." The boy recognises the name but is too shocked to speak, was this mummy of a man a...a Port Mafia executive?!                                                                    

"Oh you know just solving a case.~ What about you?~" They were definitely very close but it was hard to tell in what way as the reactions to the other's presence was so different.

Chuuya shrugs. "Just gettin' some air." As he looks up at Dazai, the light catches his eyes revealing their true colour which made them look like chips of ice from the ocean.                                Dazai then replies seeming to be teasing him.

"Cagy. You're hiding something.~" Chuuya just rolls his eyes then his gaze rests on the boy. 

"Who's this?" The male gestures at him with a gloved hand.  The boy replies politely.

"Atsushi Nakajima."

"Hmph." A small nod then his hands rest in his pockets and he looks even smaller when stood next to Dazai.

"Well you're courteous aren't you.~" The bandage roll of a human is still flirting slightly his voice laced with sarcasm.

"I never recall trying to be." The ginger says it with speed after Dazai's comment as though he's used to this kind of behaviour from him and that it's normal to be teased continuously.                                                                                                                                                                                                                  "Well you could at least try to be polite.~" His arms fold.

"Why?" Chuuya seems to be getting increasingly annoyed at Dazai's mere presence.                      

"He's the answer to our case." Dazai's starting to loose his patience with Chuuya's lack of concern about his manners.