You are the prized weapon of the newest mob in Yokohama, The Circus. Boss leader, The Ringmaster, has great plans for you and your unique gift.
Both the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency have you in their sights to be tracked down a destroye...
"You cannot be serious? There is absolutely no way that moron can be left to deal with an important mission". Kunikida balled his fists, the veins on his hands popping out from under his milky flesh.
It had been a perfectly ordinary day in the office. Kunikida had been delivering one of his usual dull speeches when Fukuzawa had summoned him into his private quarters.
The sunlight streamed through the beige shade blinds causing dust particles to visibly float through the air. Fukuzawa's office was simpler than expected. Directly opposite the door sat a dark stained oak desk, it was clearly old as certain parts of the surface portrayed a lighter hue where objects had been sat stationary for a long time. Behind the desk situated an emerald chair, it consisted of a plush velvet material and stood out as it was the only thing in the room that had been replaced recently.
The right wall was purely glass panelling, each pane was misted so that you could make out the shapes of people walking through the corridor beside it but the faces were completely distorted. Placed next to the glass wall was a small chabudai with a dimly lit lamp in its centre and books stacked up messily ontop of it.
"Kunikida, trust in myself and your comrades. There is a reason I've put him up to this task". Fukuzawa was positioned by the window, his fingers between the gap in the blinds peering out of the window at the world below.
"Sir, the guy is completely incompetent and irresponsible." The light glinted onto his speckles, blocking view to his unusually beautiful leafy green eyes.
"Kunikida I'm hurt! Here I thought you really loved me" A deep tone purred across the room, sarcasm laced into the words. Dazai.
The tall fair haired man froze, slowly turning his position to face the glass outer wall. "What?! How long has he been sitting there?!" The startled expression plastered onto Kunikida's features quickly changed into a vexed grimace.
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Dazai had situated himself in the corner of the room which happened to be in the shadow of the door. His rich chocolate strands of hair fell over his face, his eyelids closed. He was lazily sat on a dark green zabuton, his long legs gracefully folded with his feet propped up on the chabudai. Eventually his lids opened to meet Kunikida, the deep brown pools of his iris' the colour of a steaming fresh cup of rich coffee.
"Why are you always so mean to me?" A perfectly formed pout presented on his pink lips as he let out an exasperated sigh. "I feel like our love is totally one sided. I've always said I'm happy to go to couples therapy" he shrugged his shoulders with his bottom lip still protruding out like a spoilt child being told they could not have that toy they wanted from the store.
The fair haired man's jaw clenched. "With all due respect sir, I'm going to actually kill him so he won't be available to complete this mission". Dazai chuckled to himself at Kunikida's response, closing his eyes again and leaning his head back against the wall.
