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(Y/n)'s Dad
WHAT.
NO WAY.
HE ADOPTED A KID!?
WHAT THE HELL
HE BETTER NOT GIVE YOU HIS FASHION SENSE
I WILL DIE IF HE DOES

Dazai's kid<3
Hold up.
Should I be-
Scared??
Who is this man?
Is this your husband Dazai????

Mr. Kunikida
No him and Nakahara are not married
And also, that's a Port Mafia Executive.
He's very dangerous, is there anyway you can run away right now?

(Y/n)'s Dad

THIS IS TERRIBLE
JUST AWFUL
SEE KUNIKIDA
WE NEED TO SAVE MY KID!?!?

Dazai's Kid<3
My only escape option right now is jumping out of a moving car.
I mean, it's a way to get out??

(Y/n)'s Dad
SEE
THEY ARE MY KID
WE NEED TO GET THEM SAFELY TO ME
I MEAN US.
YEA.. US...

Atsushi (weretiger)
I don't know Dazai
Save the kid yes, but don't we have our hands full already?
Afterall we have the Port Mafia after us and we don't really have a way to get close to this guy
Considering he's an executive

Kenji!!

Atsushi is right!
But (Y/n) is still important!
We can always look for them after!
I don't think they are the kind of people to torture a child <3

Atsushi (weretiger)
When did Kenji learn the heart thing..
And who taught him that.

(Y/n)'s Dad
Probably Junichiro-
ANYWAY
(Y/N) JUST SIT TIGHT FOR A WHILE
WE'LL GET YOU SOON.
I SWEAR ON MY LIFE.

Dazai's Kid<3
It's ok! I trust I'll see you soon
Dad<3

(Y/n)'s Dad
HAHA IM THE ONE (Y/N) CALLED DAD FIRST
CHUUYA CAN GO DIE

HAHAHAHAH
OH AND
KID
CHILD
CALL CHUUYA NICKNAMES
ITS FUNNY I PROMISE
LIKE
Chu-chu
Chibi
Short stack
Tacky hat
DO IT FOR DAD <33

Dazai's kid <3
Understood!!

Mr. Kunikida
I think you should stay with that executive if it means having TWO Dazai's here.....

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You turn your phone off as you look up to the man driving. It's then you notice just how short he really is. Maybe 5'2 or 5'3? Oh well! Just do what Dazai asked.

"Hey chu-chu, are we there yet?" You ask in an annoying kid voice. Purposely dragging out the yet for dramatic effect. You see his grip on the wheel tighten, almost able to hear his anger.

"WHO THE HELL ALLOWED YOU TOO CALL ME THAT!? ITS CHUUYA NOT CHU-CHU." He yells. You couldn't help but laugh at his anger.
This dumb child. If their ability wasn't useful I would've left them at that damned orphanage. Chuuya thinks to himself.

"Buttt!! Your my dad!! Oh wait! Do you want me to call you Dada instead?" You ask, a mischievous grin appearing on your face.

"NO. JUST CALL ME FUCKING CHUUYA?! IS IT REALLY THAT FUCKING HARD??!!"

"Okay Chu-Chu!" You respond gleefully to his yelling, only making him more angry. You smile as you count this as a victory against him.

The rest of the drive was mostly quite. You on your phone playing games. Chuuya focusing on the road. Well, focusing and cursing at other drivers. Your surprised he hasn't honked his horn out of pure anger yet!

The car eventually stopped in.. a deserted parking lot? It was near the Port.
Didn't Kunikida say he part of the PORT Mafia? I see- you remember.

Chuuya exited the car, walking over to your door and opening it. You looked up at him, he seemed to have the face of 'why did I choose this thing'.

"Okay then kid. Get out and get on my back, kay?" Chuuya ordered you. Luckily with his short.. elevation.. you were able to quickly get out and simply jump onto his back, without him needing to bend down. He seemed to be able to carry you without much problem.

Considering you left at around six at night, and it was currently around ten at night. You let your head rest on his shoulder as you fell asleep.

Chuuya looked at your sleeping form. He knew you were doomed to meet his boss, Mori, tomorrow evening. He remembered what Mori said, what he wanted out of the kid. An equivalent to a weapon. They needed someone who hasn't fully developed their own view of right or wrong. A child. Sure, he thought you were annoying but, to manipulate you into that. He hated the idea.

He decided in the end to send you to Kouyou for the night. Assuming that she could treat a kid better than he could.

Chuuya's walking came to a halt at a sudden buzz. It came from the child's pocket. Quickly, he snatched it to see what and who was sending you a notification. Looking at the screen and reading the notification, his whole body freezed.

'DAZAI YOU IDIOT!?'

Chuuya read. Dazai. You knew Dazai. No. Wait, you knew the whole Armed Detective Agency.. He swiftly put your phone in his pocket. He might be able to use this for info, but at the same time. You knowing the Agency will cause a problem. He'll have to tell the boss tomorrow.

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You woke up in an unfamiliar bed. At first you shot up and looked around in shock. Before remembering the events of yesterday. Was this Chu-Chu's house? Only one way to find out.

Walking out of the bedroom door and into the hall, your met with a rather beautiful women drinking tea while sitting at a desk. Definitely not the short, hot headed, bastard who adopted you yesterday.

"Goodmorning. (Y/n) correct?" The women greets you. Her voice was alluring, sweet, and kind. Already better than that chibi. You nod in response. She seemed nice.

"There are clothes for you on the dresser in the room you were just in. Across from that is bathroom, you can take a shower." The women explained to you. She was like the mother you never had. You tell yourself to give her a hug later, Port Mafia or not.

"Oh! Where are a manners. I'm Kouyou Ozaki, a Port Mafia Executive. Once you are ready, please meet me out here, child. I'll be taking you to meet.. someone." Ozaki told you. She didn't seem to want you to meet this someone. Weird.

You quickly took up her offer and took a shower and got dressed in a new pair of clothes (examples will be in A/n). You meet Ozaki back at the desk room again. Reminding yourself of the thing you wanted to do. You quickly ran up to her and gave her a hug.

"Thank you, Miss Ozaki!" You stated gleefully. Ozaki gave a soft smile before you backed away. She bent down to your height. A look of regret crossed her face, then she spoke again.

"Come now, (Y/n). It's time to meet your new boss."

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A/N

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