Code: Execute

Code: Messenger

Dazai sighed in relief when the officers told him they were free to go for the night.

He spared a glance at his companion who was watching that strange screen she had in front of her. She stood there wearing the coat he'd bought her, with her arms crossed as she stared at the screen that was invisible to everyone else. To the others nearby, she probably looked to be lost in thought or waiting for him to finish his work, but Dazai saw the characters she was thinking about show up on the screen in neat writing.

She was really powering through that report...

"(Y/n), where do you want to eat tonight?"

She was pulled from her screen by the man's voice before she said, "I don't know. That bar had nice food, and it's a normal time to drink now."

Dazai's eyes lit up before he grabbed her hand and said, "The Bar Lupin it is!"

He entangled her arm around his, as was the usual ever since their argument last week. It began the day after their argument over his habits of jumping into a river in front of others. It was supposed to be a joke between the two after (Y/n) told Dazai she would kill him with her bare hands if he ever touched her so chummily ever again. So, naturally, Dazai took her arm in his own every time they walked. Now it was a habit amongst them to walk with each other like this.

She'd grown accustomed to this contact with Dazai, but it never ceased to make her blush. 'If someone saw us, they'd think we were a couple...'

She and Dazai walked down the quiet streets of Yokohama as they made their way to the bar. As the duo grew to know each other in that short week, they realized one thing: we are exactly alike.

Both were unceasingly cunning and had an unfathomable ability to predict and plan events down to the finest detail. Both had a mischievous side about them, and they found joy in bugging Kunikida. to be honest though, he really needs to lighten up. And both have developed a strong bond with each other in such a short amount of time that it baffled the Agency. Even the President was surprised at how easily Dazai disarmed (Y/n)'s impenetrable wall of personal space.

She literally hated being in contact with other people unless needed. That's why she hated trains... so many people crowding together always made her uncomfortable.

But Fukuzawa saw the pair leaning against each other as they sat on one of the couches in the office the other day. Dazai listened to his music and read his book about suicide again, she listened to her bugs and researched more about the case she was on. But nonetheless, she was touching another human.

Yukichi couldn't remember the last time he'd literally seen her so close to another human being other than him for such an extended amount of time. It brought a smile to his usually stoic face at the thought of her opening up to someone other than him and the crazy coffee-shop owner.

But then it brought a frown to his face. Why did she have to open up to a suicidal man?

That was a few days ago, and now the pair was walking calmly down the street to (Y/n)'s new favorite bar. It was close to her house, and it had good and cheap booze. What more did she need?

A comfortable silence had settled among the pair as they walked down the sidewalk to the bar. They'd stop here and there to cross the street and occasionally they'd point out a few funny-looking people and try to not laugh too loud. One was an old woman on a bicycle and she had on a see-through shirt, a pair of jean shorts, and a thong that was peeking over the hem of the shorts. No bra... It was hard for them to hold back their laughter as she rode down the street ahead of them with a confidence that would put Ranpo to shame.