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Port Mafia Executive Nakahara Chuuya has turned traitor. He is to be captured alive on sight and taken in for questioning.
That was the order sent to all Port Mafia officials two weeks ago.
It's been four weeks since Chuuya-san had failed to show up to work, and no one's seen neither hide nor tail of him ever since.
Boss Dazai had sent in all available squads to look for him, but even with the entire organization on the lookout, Chuuya-san is completely untraceable.
In Haruki's opinion, no one would be able to find Chuuya-san if he doesn't want to be found, but who is he to question the boss's orders? He thinks their only hope of ever finding the former Executive is if the man himself suddenly waltzes back into the Port Mafia building.
And waltz back in he does.
After one entire month of vanishing into thin air, Nakahara Chuuya walks through the front doors of the Port Mafia headquarters as if nothing had happened at all.
Haruki really doesn't know how he didn't expect this, really. The Chuuya-san he knows has never been afraid of anything, so of course he'd do something this bold.
In a split second, everyone's guns are in the air, trained on Chuuya-san. The man doesn't even look afraid, just...very very confused?
"What the fuck are you all doing?" Chuuya-san snaps, expression bewildered and annoyed. "Did that shitty Dazai put you up to this?"
Haruki's grip on his gun is steady, but his voice wavers when he says, "Please don't resist, Chuuya-san." He doesn't want to do this, but Chuuya-san is a traitor, and even if the idea of hurting Chuuya-san makes him sick to his stomach, traitors to the organization need to be put down.
Not that he has any illusions that anyone in this building could even hurt Chuuya-san. He, and everyone else in this room, knows that their guns are useless against this man. If Chuuya-san really wanted to, he could have killed them all the moment he stepped into the building.
Haruki doesn't know what to do.
"Ah, so the traitor returns."
He nearly jumps out of his skin when a cold voice suddenly speaks from behind him.
Boss Dazai.
Of course he'd somehow be alerted the moment Chuuya-san steps into the building.
"Traitor?" Chuuya-san repeats slowly, brow furrowed. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Dazai-san's single eye gleams as he stares at his former Executive. "You’ve left the organization for over a month, Chuuya," he says in a voice like poisoned honey, sending shivers down Haruki's spine. "Surely even you know what that means?"
Chuuya-san looks even more confused now. "I...left the organization? What do you mean I left the organization?!"
Haruki...is not following. Something's not adding up. What's going on?
Dazai-san's lips twist into a...childish pout? Haruki shudders. "You didn't come to work for a month, chibi! You hardly ever miss even one day of work!"
Chuuya-san lets the words sink in for a moment. "Wait..." he begins slowly, anger suddenly lighting up his eyes as the situation finally dawns on him, "you declared me a traitor because I wasn't here for a month? You thought I betrayed the organization?"
Dazai-san folds his arms over his chest. "What else was I supposed to think?"
Chuuya-san looks like he's about to pop a vein. He takes a deep breath. "I filed for a one-month vacation leave, you dumb shit," he bites out through gritted teeth, eye twitching. "You would've known that if you actually bothered to read your fucking paperwork instead of giving them all to me, you stupid fuck."
Dazai-san blinks. "But you didn't tell me."
Chuuya-san is clenching and unclenching his fists, as if he's actively restraining himself from pouncing on Dazai-san and actually committing treason by killing him right then and there. "I did. At least ten times. Apparently you weren't listening."
Silence.
Then, "Are you sure?"
Chuuya-san loses it. One moment he's standing by the front doors, the next he's sitting on the boss's crumpled form, hands around his throat. "You know, being a traitor sounds really appealing right now," Chuuya-san growls into the boss's ear, “if only so I can strangle your shitty ass.”
Dazai-san only smirks and whispers something in Chuuya-san's ear that has him rearing back in disgust.
"Urgh, shut the fuck up, mackerel," he grumbles, standing up and dusting himself off, not bothering to help his fallen boss.
Should...should he really be talking to the boss like that? Haruki knows for a fact that if anyone else had dared to talk to him like that, Dazai-san would've already put at least three bullets into their brain. But he doesn't even seem to register the countless curses spilling from Chuuya-san's lips as he drapes an arm around the Executive's shoulders, grinning from ear to ear.
"I see, I see, so it's all just a misunderstanding. That's a relief, I thought I'd have to actually do my work from now on!" Dazai-san says mock-mournfully. "Don't leave without warning again, Chuuya~ I'd have to personally hunt you down otherwise, ne?" He winks.
Chuuya-san rolls his eyes. "You can try, you damn beanpole."
Dazai-san laughs, steering them both back in the direction of the elevator, presumably to return to his office. "So where did you go for your vacation?"
"None of your fucking business."
"You know I'd find out anyway, hatrack~"
"Urgh, fuck off. I haven't even been back for a day and you're already driving my blood pressure to impressive heights."
"Seems like your blood pressure level is taller than you, Chuuya~ Not that it’s hard to be taller than you. Everything’s taller than you.”
"Why, you—"
The elevator doors close behind them.
"So..." Haruki's second-in command, Nomura-kun, speaks after a long silence. "So...that means Chuuya-san's not a traitor right?"
Haruki can only shake his head. He's seen too much now.
“So…” Nomura-kun says again. “Is no one going to mention how Chuuya-san basically straddled the boss or…?” He balks at the fifty simultaneous glares aimed his way. “I’ll just shut up now then,” he mutters nervously.
Haruki sighs. He really wishes he can erase the past few minutes from his brain, but at least Chuuya-san isn’t a traitor. He should’ve known, really.
After all, there’s no way Chuuya-san would ever betray the Port Mafia.
Not with Dazai Osamu as Boss.