Chapter Text
Getting into the agency was a breeze, practically a walk in the park for the likes of Nagito. You could say, it was luck,that he’d managed to pick the correct wire to clip to stop the bomb from detonating him into pieces. From what he’d learnt from the one pretending to be the assailant - Tanizaki - he had also played this part for the last member that had joined their agency, Nakajima.
“I’m really really sorry,” Tanizaki grovelled, face flushed red with embarrassment. “I didn’t think I’d hit you that hard!”
Ah, yes, something that he was unluckily enough to prevent was the bendable baton (that had appeared out of nowhere) that had collided with his head. Nakajima, who had wonderfully played the part of the other assaulter, volunteered himself to hold an ice pack to the blooming bruise that now resided on the side of his head.
“Ah it’s okay, there’s no need to apologise to someone like me,” he laughed lightheartedly. “It was an honest mistake.” The rest of the blush on Tanizaki’s face had cleared, going back to its usual place in his cheeks.
“Yeah Tanizaki, if you think about it was kind of Kunikida's fault for this happening,” Nakajima muttered quietly, looking over his shoulder towards the blonde that was currently throttling the tall and bony brunette; Kunikida and Dazai if he remembers correctly. Nagito hadn’t bothered to turn around to look at the scene, but he could vaguely hear Kunikida repeatedly hitting the other man.
So far he had met five out of the eleven members that occupied the agency; Nakajima, Dazai, Kunikida and the Tanizaki siblings. Similar to Nakajima's ‘interview’, the female Tanizaki had played the role of the supposed civilian that her brother was holding captive.
Speaking of which, was this how siblings acted towards one another? Nagito didn’t exactly have a good recollection on how Fuyuhiko and his sister behaved around one another, but he was sure it wasn’t anything like… this . Naomi curling her hands around her own brother's waist, Junichiro’ shirt that was slowly being lifted above his stomach- The way Nakajima was directly avoiding this whole commotion, Nagito assumed this was a topic that was definitely not up for discussion.
“Those two should have been back by now,” Kunikida announced loudly, ceasing his brutality against Dazai. “It takes a total of five minutes to walk there and back, I only sent them out to acquire a few things.” Dazai just sent the blonde a lazy smile as he stayed in his position on the floor, the latter moving back to take a seat at his desk.
“Maybe they ran into some trouble on the way back,” Dazai suggested, which earnt one of Kunikida’s books being launched towards him, hitting him square in the stomach. Dazai let out a choked laugh whilst Nakajima tried to subdue a smirk from coming across his face.
“I’m sure they’re alright, it must be lights that’s holding them up,” Nakajima sensibly proposed, Kunikida nodding at his answer. “Miyazawa and Izumi are both responsible teenagers, if any issue arises for them, I’m sure they’ll be able to handle it.”
“I hope Kyouka bought those nail polishes I asked her for,” Tanizaki beamed. Nagito had almost forgotten her existence, turning back to where she was still curled up against her brother. “I saw this beautiful shade of red that matches her kimono perfectly!” she grinned towards him. “I also requested Kyouka to buy me a green that matches your jacket Komaeda-san, perhaps you’d allow me to paint your nails later?”
Nahito smiled and nodded. “I’d be honoured to have such a talented person paint my nails,” he looked at his hands. “Though, I’m afraid to disappoint you, but I’ve recently cut mine down so you aren’t able to do something as extravagant as your own.” He signaled towards Naomi’s neatly painted fingernails, which displayed beautifully drawn flower patterns.
“That’s ok, I paint Juni’s fingers all the time! They’re even shorter than yours,” Naomi giggled, flaunting her brother's awfully bitten fingernails at him. He laughed softly at their behaviour to not cause any awkwardness to arise.
Just then the main doors had opened, revealing another two members that resided with the agency; this must be Izumi and Miyazawa. The young boy wore his large straw hat whilst portraying a wild smile, two large shopping bags clasped in both his hands. Izumi held her own shopping bag whilst holding the door open wide for Miyazawa to come through.
“There you two are! Where have you been?” Kunikida interrogated, he had jumped out from his chair at their arrival.
“Sorry Kunikida, Kyouka wanted to buy some food from the nearby stalls for everybody,” Miyazawa apologised happily, plopping the bags he had been carrying near Kunikida’s desk.
Nagito watched as the young blonde dropped what he'd assumed to be the leftover change from the two young teenagers shopping spree. Izumi reached into her own bag and brought out the nail polish that Naiomi had been previously speaking about, as well as handing out the treats Miyazawa had just mentioned.
She paused at Nagito and bowed her head. “I apologies, I have bought you something as congratulations for passing the exam, though I am unsure if you will like it,” Kyouka apologised quietly, before handing over a bag of licorice to the man in front of her.
Nagito smile widened slightly, he favoured licorice over most sweets. “Thank you Kyouka-chan, I appreciate this kind gesture,” Izumi smiled, not as wide as his, but it was big enough for him to notice.
He noticed that the bag Izumi was holding seemed to hold a lot more confectionery items, none being for the rest of the agency members. The blunette dumped the bag on the desk that was located at the very end of the room. At this, Dazai - who had moved back to his designated desk area - cocked his head, chewing loudly on what seemed to be a strawberry pencil.
“I’ve only just noticed, we don’t have a desk for Komaeda,” he smirked towards where Nakajima was still holding an ice-pack on Nagito's head. “For compensation, I believe our dearest Atsushi should share his desk space with his new partner,” Kunikida grunted in agreement, wiping his mouth down with a tissue.
“What?!” Nakajima yelped. “But, the desks are so small, we couldn’t possibly both fit here!” he looked back at Nagito. “No offense Komaeda-san,” Nagito just waved him off.
“It’s no issue, really,” he signaled his head towards an empty spot of the floor that was located next to Nakajima's desk. “Trash like me don’t deserve to share things with such kind men, I’ll take my place on the floor next to him.” Nakajima's eyes filled with guilt as he immediately retracted his statement, stating he would gladly share his desk space with him.
Dazai watched on in fascination as Atsushi and their new agency member squabbled over such a silly thing. In some ways, Komaeda distinctly reminded Dazai of himself, with the comments he had made about himself. It seemed that they had another member that didn’t necessarily care for their own well-being. He continued to observe as Atsushi had cleared off half of his desk space to give room for Komaeda - the former not really having anything interesting decorating his desk. The only thing Atsushi really had was a white bobble head tiger that Dazai and Kyouka had bought at a shop whilst on a mission.
Dazai would have to keep an eye on Nagito, though seemingly innocent and ditzy, there was much more that this new guy wasn’t directly revealing about himself. He smirked as he swallowed another piece of the hard, chewy candy Kyouka had gifted him, he could wait for Nagito to reveal his true self, he would eventually slip up and reveal something that could critically ruin him.
“You guys are so cute, squirming about this desk thing!” Dazai chortled, earning an angry glare and a soft smile from both of the young men sitting in front of him.
“You good for nothing, waste of bandages! Why is my desk drawer all messed up?! What did you do?!” he heard Kunikida roar angrily next to him. Huh, he had forgotten he had done that..
Chuuya stared at the man who sat in front of him. Most of the man’s face was hidden away by the long unruly hair that ran down to what seemed to be the guy's waist. All Chuuya could see was the man’s glistening red eyes staring back at him.
Mori had asked him to find this guy as the boss had heard through other people about the skills this man had. Like Gin, it was discovered that this guy didn’t have an ability, however, he seemed to be able to accomplish anything with precise accuracy with no issue whatsoever.
Chuuya had been given a file that Mori had been keeping information about the guy, listing all kinds of jobs that he'd been hired to do; from breaking into banks, to hacking into files hidden by the government, to even producing information from people without a hitch. He was sure that most members of the port mafia would be able to accomplish all of these different things, though the way this man did it seemed to please Mori in some way.
“Kamukura, correct?” Chuuya raised a brow. “I’ve heard great things about you from my boss,” The guy himself, Kamukura, stayed as stoic as he was before, staring into Chuuya’s soul; something that his previous partner used to do to him as a joke.
“He wants you to join us for a bit,” Chuuya admitted, pulling out a large wad of cash from one of the pockets that were inside his suit. “My boss is happy to pay you however much you want, as long as it’s reasonable, for you to come work for him at the mafia.”
Kamukura glanced at the folder of cash that he'd slid across to him, reaching out to see how much was being offered to him. The ginger watched as the long-haired man brushed through the notes gently, before pocketing it.
“I’ll take that as you accepting our request for hiring you,” Chuuya smiled politely.
Kamukura grunted, raising his eyes to meet his again. “Do I need to stay with the port mafia’s building or am I allowed to do as I please?” he asked, his voice sounding dry though civil.
“The port mafia can provide a place for you to stay,” Chuuya offered. “Though if you’re already staying somewhere that’s fine.” He pulled out a card from his pocket, sliding it across towards the other man. “As long as we’re able to contact you on what missions we decide to send you on.”
Kamukura accepted the card, placing it in the same pocket he had put the cash in. “Would that be all?”
Chuuya thought about it before shaking his head. “Yes, I believe that will be all for now,” he stood from where he was previously sitting, Mori had ordered the meeting with Izuru be orchestrated in his own office, in order to not come off as threatening.
He held his hand out for Kamukura to shake. “I look forward to working with you,” he smiled, his teeth hidden beneath his thin smile. Kamukura stood, reaching to hold his hand. Chuuya almost shivered by how cold the man's hand was, expecting it to be much warmer considering the weather today.
He watched Kamukura leave his office, and waited by his window to continue watching him leave the premises. His phone vibrated, signaling that Mori had probably watched as Izuru had left as well.
“Boss,” Chuuya greeted politely.
“Tell me Kamukura accepted our offer.”
“He did, I’ve done what you asked of me, gave him the card to contact me and made the message clear that we don’t take kindly to traitors.” That was a bit of a lie.
Chuuya was unsure how threatening he came across to Kamukura, as the man seemed completely unbothered during their whole conversation together in the port mafia’s base. Most people would be quivering in fear if invited to such a place
“Good, I would hate to have killed what seemed to be a good asset.” Mori sighed. “Good work Nakahara, keep an eye on Kamukura. I’ll find a mission for both you and Kamukura for the next coming week. I want you to watch him and see how he takes to the assignment and report to me on how he does. ”
“Of course, sir.”
“On second thought, bring the older Akutagawa with you, I’d like to see if Kamukura can keep up with his violent tendencies.” Huh, Mori hadn’t used ‘murderous’ in his description for Ryuunosuke, he must be aware of the deal he had made with the weretiger.
“Yes sir.”
“That will be all Nakahara.” And with that, Mori hung up on him.
Chuuya let out a loud sigh, dragging a gloved hand down his face. He needed a drink, and probably call Ryuunosuke later to let him know about the upcoming mission Mori wants to send him on. With the way Izuru had acted today, he hoped it wouldn’t clash too badly with Akutagawa, pissing off the man to the extent of ruining their partnership. He shouldn’t doubt Ryuunosuke though, he wouldn’t go as far as to ruin something Mori wants, not without facing a terrible consequence.