All Too Well | SOUKOKU

[ CODE ; 005 ] Dazai does not like following scripts

"Oh you've got them?" A flat voice responded on the phone.

"I see you've gotten less incapable."

A sound shuffling came from the other side.

"No harm comes to your hostages until I can arrive."

And the sound of paper snipping.

"We don't want Chuuya to be angry when he arrives, hm? Don't harm his precious subordinates."

Nakahara Chuuya had a partner.

Back when he was still part of the Port Mafia.

They were known as the most devastating rivals, and equally devastating partnership known all over the underworld.

His partner was Dazai Osamu.

In the original world: the detective whom defected from the Port Mafia for a dear friend's last word, while in this world, the man who took over the mafia in cold blood.

The screen pauses and was replaced by Minsoo.

"You're wondering why we're starting here, aren't you?" He says, looking at the camera.

"Well, you see, this is how we went from slowly easing down the things that happened in canon, to winging the hell out of it."

Minsoo sighs and pushes up his glasses. "In all honesty, it because Dazai-san can't stick to the script- not that he knows it- and appear on the dungeon scene on chapter 9-ish where he and Chuuya reunite."

"While Reader-san is having an existential crisis and war flashback from the last chapter, let us continue, shall we?"

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"Boss, will you be going after Akutagawa and Higuchi?" Dazai's right hand man, his best friend- Sakunosuke Oda asks.

"Yup~" Dazai mused as he snips at magazine clippings clattered on his desk. Admiring his handiwork.

"The Chibi will be going after them surely." He smiles and brought up one of the scraps he cut out.

"Ne~ Odasaku, don't you think this company is torturing people, posting shirtless pictures of Chuuya in their magazines?"

"Uh-"

"How about having a slug as slimy as him on the cover?" Dazai frowns, "Are they insane?"

"Who would want to see an ugly Chibi like Chuuya in their magazines anyway?"

Oda looks away from the piles and piles of magazines of the same volume: the ones from last month, on the boss' desk.

Averting his eyes away from the not-so suspicious looking board in the corner of the room loosely draped with a curtain than seems to have various pictures of Nakahara Chuuya plastered upon it.

"I'm merely doing everyone a favor and keeping their eyes safe from this..." Dazai hisses and points at the clipping of Chuuya where he was holding or endorsing a local brand of sweets from a popular cafe in Yokohama.

"Abomination!"

Oda translates that as: "boyfriend material look" , as the ginger haired model in the frame had his arm stretched out to spoon feed the viewer a slice of cake that he- in the image- was having.

"By the way, Odasaku, have you finished the job I gave you?"

"That, yes." He responded, watching as the man before him visibly glow with glee. "We've managed to shut down the two... Sites you were wary of."

"Very good, with those abominable fansites of the slug out of the way, monopolizing Chuuya's attention will be a breeze- er- nobody would suffer straining their eyes on such an ugly little thing!" Dazai laughs making Oda sigh.