Corrupted rose thorns

Chuuya's PoV

In the grand scheme of things this should have been an easy mission. The detective agency and the port mafia had made a temporary alliance so both that damn Mackerel and I could work together on this mission. Now what was our mission you may ask? Well it was to deliver information to an enemy of both the port mafia and the detective agency. Get information from them, then kill them. And wonderful Mori-san thought it would be best if we were teamed up together considering our past. Now all of this probably could have been avoided if one of the two of us kept our mouth shut, again with our relationship that doesn't really happen. The meeting was a week ago and I swear it was one of the worst days of my life with only a few things surpassing it.

LAST  WEEK

"So your saying you want to sign a document creating a temporary alliance?" Mori-san asked, every one had sat around the weirdly long table. Mori-san and the President of the Detective Agency sat the the heads of the table with the rest of us scattered around the table, wonderfully enough, I was forced to sit next to the damn bandage waste.

"Chuuya-kun! It's been so long! How's my dog doing?" He asked teasingly. Now, I was fully aware in some part of my mind he was just saying that to mess with me but god did it piss me off. I would've completely broken all the damn bones in his body, if he Mori-san hadn't told me to calm down, and if that damn bandage waste wasn't Mori-san's favorite I would have bashed his face into the table.

"Shut the fuck up Dazai. We're not kids anymore." I replied bitterly, I hated being near him, it always brought back unpleasant memories of the night I found out he left the mafia. Dazai had an almost upset look on his face before he went to an almost stone like face, he didn't exactly have his clown facade on that the agency was extremely used to, or the cold facade everyone in the Port Mafia was well aware of. He sat there sitting next to me tugging at the bandages around his arms staring off into the table like it hurt the were-tiger.

"Yes. There is a new organization trying to take over Yakahoma. They call themselves 'The Snakes', because of their new uprising and how dangerous they claim to be only one of my agents have actually been able to go on a case surrounding them." The Detective Agency President stated, the rest of the Detective agency went dead quite, their gaze moved to Dazai almost unnoticeable to someone who wasn't paying attention. I got a better look at the homeless looking man sitting next to me who I had once referred to as my best friend and sometime after that my husband, his normally bright eyes had a haunted dull look in them.

"Dazai..?" I whispered over to him, trying to knock him out of whatever trance he was experiencing while not disrupting the meeting.

"The only one of my agents that have gotten anywhere near them is Dazai." The Detective Agency's President stated, the table began to move their glances to the man sitting next to me "Dazai?" He jumped. For once in the entire time I've known him. I've never seen him get startled the way he just was. What the fuck happened to him while working on that case?!

"Oh, yes? Did you say something" Dazai asked his voice audibly wavering as he was speaking.

"Dazai please tell us your experiences with 'The Snakes'." The Detective Agency President coaxed, trying to get some sort of verbal reaction from Dazai.

"O, oh okay," Dazai mumbled stumbling over his words. "They seem to not be a very powerful group, yet." Dazai began to explain his voice growing cold and his facial features contorting into a serious expression as he began to explain. "But they are gaining popularity among smaller organizations in Yokohama. And," He paused again more than likely building suspense for some weird theatric. "Because of this, I give them maybe two more weeks and they will be on the same level of the Guild if not more powerful." He stated anything noise that was made before went silent.