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Placing a stack of paper down on Nakahara-san’s desk, I heave out a sigh. My head already pounding with annoyance.
“Of all people why Jinko...”
I peek up.
“Hey don’t look at me like that,”
Nakahara-san says, sitting in the chair on the other side of the desk.
“It is the boss's orders, so take it up with him if you don't want to go.”
I sigh again but quieter this time, and take a seat in the chair across from him. Rubbing my temple in agitation. We sit in silence for a minute before Nakahara-san speaks up.
“Look my boy, I didn't want you going on this mission in the first place.”
I stop rubbing my temple and look up.
“What do you mean Nakahara-san?”
He chuckles, raising an eyebrow. “I told you to call me Chuuya.”
Then he stops.
“It's not that you're not strong enough, I just don’t trust who you're going against. As for the boss calling in the ADA? The whole thing makes me even more uneasy, but we don’t really have much of a choice.”
Nakahara-san pauses again before getting up and walking around the desk. He pulls me to my feet, then grabs ahold of my shoulders in a light yet firm grip.
“You need to know the ins and outs of this case alright? Read your enemy like a book. Watch your surroundings. I know working with the weretiger isn't…… ideal but you need to have each other's backs. Especially on this mission. Dazai will kill me if anything happens to that cat of his, and I need you to be safe as well. “
His eyes widen a bit, like he's trying to stare at my soul.
“Make it back in one piece,ok? Not three or four? Just one.”
I nod slightly, blinking too.
“Good.”
He says, taking his hands off my shoulders to ruffle my hair slightly.
“That’s my boy, now go finish your paper work.” I laugh slightly, covering it with a cough.
Like a parent telling a child to go do homework……
I exit the room with the tiniest smile.
***
“Are you sure you want to go on this mission Atsushi?"
I glance up at Kunikida, while still fixing my shoes fiddling with the laces.
“I can take your place if you don't want to go, you have a pretty fair reason not to.”
I finish fixing my shoes and stand up, stretching my arms out in front of me.
“It's fine Kunikida-san, I dont even think you are the right fit for this mission actually………... .Not that you're not good—good at missions! It's just…… uh.. Uhm well it's too late anyways, with the outfits made and already ready and stuff.”
I say quickly.
“Speaking of outfits.” I turn my arm and glance at my watch. “I have to go and pick mine up.”
I start walking towards the door and turn back to face Kunikida having reached the door.
“If you're fine with it then…. Just make sure you have your phone on you alright?”
Kunikida says, raising an eyebrow.
“Good luck.”
I grab the door handle, pushing the door open.
“Thanks,” I say, then mutter. “I'll need it…..” Closing the door behind me
Notes:
I tried to keep the interactions as cannon as possible! It may take a few chapters to get to the plot, and my writing schedule is erratic but the next chapter will come out I promise! I hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading! :)
Chapter 2
Notes:
ISTG keeping it as cannon as possible is hard 😭... Let the writing gods help me.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Breathe Atsushi, deep breaths.
I place my hand on the door, hesitating to open it.
“It’s just a fitting, it's just a fitting…” I mumble aloud to myself. Taking my hand off, and shaking them both out before grabbing the doorknob again.
This time turning the knob and opening the door, a rush of cooled air hitting my face as I enter. A bell ringing as the door shuts noisily behind me.
“Welcome in, I'll be right with you!” Calls out a distant voice.
I hear a snort of laughter, but it turns into a cough.
“Finally, took you long enough to get here. Do you have no idea what being on time is Jinko?”
I roll my eyes, sighing. Akutagawa sits two chairs from the door, looking like his pissed self as usual.
“Shut up Akutagawa, it's not like either of us want to be here anyways…” I say muttering the last part, as I (Unwillingly) take the seat in the empty chair next to him.
My eyes scanning over the room. Noticing a few racks of floor length gowns, others with full sets of suits.
I also notice a few bins of fancy looking…….masks?
I look around a bit more, the fancy red and white interior of the shop.
The lavish furniture…
My eyes land on the shop's sign, widening drastically.
Oh no…
Oh
no
no
no!
Excellent Emporium, the sign reads…
Masquerades are our specialty!
Oh fuck….
***
I do not want to be here… especially not with Jinko.
Why me, why did it have to be me on this mission…
A hand grabs my shoulder, yanking me out of my thoughts. I turn my head towards Jinko, seething slightly.
”What do you want.” I say, talking through my teeth.
He's not even looking at me as he speaks in a whisper.
“This isn't a normal shop, have you looked around.”
This whisper barely audible through his clenched jaw.
“What do you mean Jinko..?” He exhales out of his nose, still clenching his jaw.
“It’s a masquerade shop.”
I freeze.
“What did you say…?”
I blink a few times, coughing a bit as well.
“Are you joking? I will kill you if you're joking Jinko. What are you talking about.”
He shakes his head slowly, nodding towards a wall.
“Look.”
I glance up, a sign is hanging from the wall.
I quickly read the bold font.
Shit.
I glance at Jinko.
“You weren't kidding….”
He shakes his head again.
“I wish…”
A door creaks open, and both of us turn towards it at the same time. A short brown haired lady stands in the threshold, holding a clipboard in her hands.
“Good! You're both here. Alright…” She glances down at the clipboard for a second.
“Akutagawa… for the suit fitting…. And Atsushi for the wig and dress.”
She says, pushing the clipboard to her chest and clapping her hands together.
“Perfect! Alright Akutagawa you can come with me, and Atsushi someone will be out to collect you as well soon.”
My jaw drops as I look at Jinko. “Dress?” We say in unison confusion
Notes:
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Im hoping to try and post one new chapter a week! (but we'll see how that goes...) Thanks for reading!
Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Notes:
DW you will get some more SSKK interesting scenes.... (maybe :)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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I watch as Akutagawa walks to the door. Looking just as confused as I am shocked.
The lady leads him through the door to the hallway, closing it behind her.
Did she say a dress and wig? No……There's no way. I must have been hearing things wrong. Yes!
Just hearing things….right? My elbows sink into my knees, and my palms go to my forehead. Breathing in then releasing the breath heavily, I hear the door open once again and quickly rightening my posture. Another lady stands in the doorway, her sleek black hair pulled into two messy buns.
“Atsushi……..” She says scanning the room before her eyes land on me. “Atsushi! You must be Atsushi. Alright, you can come follow me.” She says smiling.
I hesitate slightly before standing up and heading to the threshold. The lady closes the door behind me, then smiles at me reassuringly.
“You can follow me, my names Kohana ill be the one doing your fitting today actually!” Kohana turns and starts making her way down the hall.
I falter for a moment before starting to follow her. As we walk I glance towards the walls,they’re covered in pictures and paintings of all sizes! Each one depicts a different person in their suits and gowns.
“Beautifull aren't they?” I startle a bit,not having realized Kohana slowed to match my pace. “You know, each one of these is hand painted.” Kohana says, her voice full of admiration.
“My wife loves to capture the realness of the outfits, if you know what I mean.” I offhandedly reply with a yes, still looking at all the artwork.
I look at over fifty pieces before the wall is interrupted with a door. I take a peek inside, and to my surprise, see Akutagawa. He has a red cloth draped over one of his outstretched arms. Fixing it, he glances over making brief eye contact with me. Holding my gaze for a moment before turning away.
I begin to walk back to Kohana, glancing one more time before hurrying to catch up. My heart beating a little irregular as I nearly walk right into Kohana.
“We're here!” She says, grabbing the handle to the door in front of us. Kohana twists it open, letting it swing out as she walks in,flicking on the light too.
I gape at the room. It's massive, you could fit five of my room in here! The room is lined top to bottom with dresses and shoes. The counters and tables covered in wigs and wig stands.
“Come on in!” Kohana says cheerfully.
This should be interesting…….
I think to myself as I head into the room.
***
After the lady called my name, she led me down a hallway, leaving a very shocked Jinko in the lobby. I'm lost mentally as the lady leads me down a painting covered hallway.
Jinko…in a dress? Is this what the boss had meant by disguises?
Well… I guess a suit is better than a dress.
“Hmpf-” I sound aloud accidentally.
“Is everything alright Mr.Akutagawa?” The lady turns to face me.
“Oh-” I cough a few times, stifling it as best as I can. “Yes, it's nothing. Just remembered something from yesterday.”
I'm lying through my teeth, however the lady clearly can't tell. “Ok then! Ah- Here we are.” She stops in front of an ornate looking door.
“Now this room- well has a lot in it. Just make sure to look where you're walking," She says while opening the door. “There’s stuff everywhere. I tripped numerous times in here.”
Wow-
She was not kidding…
The room is lit by a massive intricate looking chandelier hanging in the center of the room. Racks of button up shirts in every shade and color. Boxes of ties and fabrics on the tables and strewn across the floor. Coats in piles on the ground, or racks, some on mannequins. It's a fabric tornado, and in the center of the room is a small pedestal. The lady walks to one of the tables, placing the clipboard down amongst the hurricane of fabrics.
“Aha!” She turns towards me again. “I forgot to introduce myself. Im Mo- The owner of this shop.” She says quickly. “My wife is the one who is taking care of your boyfriend. We’re very glad to have you both here, now” She points to the pedestal.
“If you could just make your way over to the center of the room and stand on the pedestal. I need to take your measurements.”
I make my way over to the center of the room. Pausing mid-step onto the pedestal.
Did she just call Jinko my boyfriend?
I shake my head.
Nope. I must have misheard. I take my place on the pedestal. Still a bit confused though.
“Mo- You said you needed to take my measurements, but…I thought the outfits were already finished?”
Mo picks up one of the measuring tapes that was laying on the table, then walks over to me.
”Your correct the outfits are finished, using the already sent measurements. What I'm doing is taking them down in person. That way if anything is off in size we can catch it now.” Mo clicks her tongue.”Which is also why you're going to be trying on different suits.”
Oh….. I guess that makes sense.
“But first let's get those measurements.”
She begins by measuring one of my arms, then my leg before measuring my height. After taking my measurements Mo grabs her clipboard and quickly writes the measurements down.
“Now that we have measurements, we can color match. Now I need you to extend your arms out please.”
I compile lifting my arms from my side.
Mo walks over to one of the filled to the brim boxes, grabbing at least ten different colors of fabric. She places most of them on the table taking two over to me. She drapes the red cloth over one of my arms making a surprised noise.
“That colors the perfect match. Wait right here, I'll be back in a minute.” Mo places the other fabric on the table and exits the room, leaving the door open.
“This isn't as bad as I thought.” I mutter to myself.
I shift my weight from my right to my left foot. Fixing the fabric so it doesn't fall from my shoulder.
I glance towards the door, looking away seeing nothing at first. But I glance back again to see, to my surprise, Atsushi.
We look at each other for a moment before I look away. I don't look again for what feels like ages, but look back at hearing the sound of footsteps.
My pulse quickening a bit, but that fades as I realize it's Mo.
“Alright I have the fabric, it was-” Her voice trails off a bit as my mind wanders off.
Had I been hoping Jinko had come through the door?
Nope- No way.
I hate Jinko with every fiber of my being.
No way I’d want him to come in here, or kiss m-
Nope.
I hate him…
he's my enemy.
Right…?
Notes:
Writing the outline for this.... I thought this was only going to be like 200-300 words.... Next chapters coming soon! Hope you enjoyed!!!
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“Are they the right size?” Kohana calls out to me as I'm sitting on a pedestal in the center of the room.
An open shoe box on my lap. I stare at the (Apparently, according to Kohanna) Charcoal black, five inch heels that lie in the box.
I grimace, how… am I supposed to walk in these? I take the heels out of the box, lifting my foot to an angle. Slipping the heel on and repeating the same thing with my other foot.
”They fit perfectly!” I call out surprised to Kohana.
"Really?! That's Great! Alright, walk around in them just to test for problems." I swallow hard. Using the pedestal as support I stand up shakily. I breath out and brace myself, taking a (Very) shaky step forwards
“Ha! I did it!” I say excitedly.
That excitement doesn't last long. I take another step and nearly snap my ankle in half. I don't manage to catch myself either so I nearly face plant.
Laying face down on the ground, I groan inwardly.
I should have known that “Later” the mafia boss said hadn't meant anything good…
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My hands are sweating profusely. The cold hard chairs make me just as uneasy as the atmosphere and people in the room. The port mafia boss sits across the table,while the surrounding chairs are filled with port mafia members.
I'm a little reassured I won't be sent to a premature grave, as I glance over at Fukuzawa-Sensei who is sitting in the chair next to me. I'm tense with anticipation, glancing around the table.
My gaze landing on Akutagawa, who happened to be looking at me. We gaze at each other for a minute.
I raise an eyebrow, he shrugs then rolls his eyes. How does he not know why we’re here? It's his boss-
Someone claps their hands. Scaring the hell out of me.
“I want to thank you two for meeting with us.” I look over at the mafia boss, gripping the side of my pants, a nervous habit of mine. “ I do want to keep this a short meeting, so let's skip some things, here-” He slides a manila envelope to Fukuzawa-Sensei. “Its all the information regarding the reason for this meeting. You see, we're in a bit of a…..bind? So to say.”
As Sensei opens the envelope the room is dead silent, the only thing you can hear is the slight hum of a heater. I watch as Sensei flips through the papers in the envelope.
At the sight of his face twisting in displeasure my stomach turns. This can't be good…..
Sensei’s face grows slightly darker as he closes the envelope.
Sensei looks at the mafia boss, tossing the envelope languidly on the table. He raises an eyebrow. “So you want our help against an… Ability user?”
The mafia boss leans in. “Precisely. That's why I asked you here.” Why…can’t they just handle the ability user themselves? My brows furrow in confusion.
“Why? Might I ask, can’t your people handle this ability user themselves.” Sensei voices the confusion I have also, the slightest hint of mockingness in his tone.
“It is because he’s an ability user we are having… issues handling it.” The mafia boss says, leaning back from the table he gestures towards someone. Miss Kouyou, sitting in the chair next to him. “Kouyou-san was sent after the user two days ago and two days ago had to retreat.”
Huh…..Really,Her?
I glance over at Miss Kouyou. Noticing the pale tint to her skin, along with multiple bruises. One arm in a cast, and a leg bandaged.
“As you can see the user gave quite a lot of trouble. More than we had originally anticipated.” I stiffen. “I sent three others before her. Two are dead… and one is in a coma. Kouyou-san was a last resort send. We predicted her to be targeted by the user, but didn't realize the severity of it until after.”
Sensei grunts in disapproval. “You think sending Atsushi and Akutagawa…..is going to defeat this user? The file clearly says he targets women, and well, neither are women.” My eyes widen. Akutagawa and I look at each other. He looks just as shocked as I am, the same what the fuck look.
“That fact will be dealt with later.” The mafia boss tilts his head. “Think of this as a favor for a favor.”
I'm tense as we wait for Sensei’s answer. The awkward silence lasts for a minute before it’s broken.
“Fine. We’ll help.” I gape, turning towards Sensei.
Please tell me he didn’t just agree to sending me on a mission against a powerful ability user that two people have already been killed by- “Excellent.” The mafia boss smiles. My stomach drops to my feet.
“Ill have someone send over the details soon.” My hands are sweating to the point I could fill an ocean.
Anyways…. What does a favor for a favor mean..
Well, I know for one thing, this mission is not going to be easy.
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The heels I have on are the fourth pair I've tried on.(Also the only that fits out of them.)
I'm still laying on the floor as I hear a laugh sound from across the room. I look over at Kohana as she walks over to a table, putting the fabric she was holding down.
Kohana walks over to me, extending a hand out. She grabs my hand, pulling me up from the ground to a stand. Practically half dragging me back to pedestal.
I sit down hard on the pedestal,huffing out a breath. Kohana laughs again.
“Do you want me to teach you how to walk in them, so you don't break an ankle?” I nod quickly. “Yes please…”
My ankles are not going to like me later…
Notes:
I wrote most of this at 2am for some reason, sorry if there's any spelling mistakes! Hope you enjoyed <3
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