promise? (beast x canonverse crossover)

a missing scar

Atsushi looked out the window. He and Akutagawa were several hundred feet above the ground, staring down at the mass known as Japan slowly disappearing over the horizon. The last dying lights of the cities became indistinguishable from the stars until the dark sky and sea completely enveloped the plane.

Atsushi reclined his seat all the way back. For all the hardships that came with the job, at least being a high-ranking mafioso meant comfortable and private flights.

"This is going to be your first time visiting Russia too, right?"

Akutagawa remained silent. His arms were folded over his chest, and he sat on the edge of his seat.

Atsushi smiled tightly. "This is my first time. Actually, it's my first time outside of Japan in general. The division I work in never has many opportunities for travel. Though, I guess it must be kind of tiring dealing with the constant jetlag and air sickness, right?"

"Please. Shut up for the rest of the flight. I don't want to talk to you."

Atsushi sighed. "Fine."

No words were exchanged until the two landed in St. Petersburg.

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"If you're gonna live here rent free, at least do some chores, dammit!"

Chuuya smacked the back of Dazai's head with a used shirt.

"Ow!" he hissed. "How do you expect me to do laundry when all your clothes are made of silk, or velvet, or need to be washed at exactly 72.8274 degrees Celsius so that they don't explode—"

"None of my clothes explode. And I certainly don't trust you with my expensive stuff, so just put those to the side. All I'm asking you to do is wash and iron the simple shit!"

"Fine, fine, fine! But you know, I think it's kind of cruel to make me do your laundry when I don't have a change of clothes myself."

"Just head back to your own apartment and grab some clothes from there."

Dazai stuck his tongue out. "No thanks. The other me's taste in fashion stayed the same as when he was a teenager."

"You're so damn picky." Chuuya groaned, but he grabbed his shoes and keys anyway. He flipped Dazai off before slamming the door shut behind himself.

Chuuya didn't need anything fancy. He just needed to get Dazai five shirts and five pants that could be tossed into the washing machine without a second thought. The clothes he grabbed needed long sleeves, and he did his best to find stuff that didn't immediately scream "Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia". Now, Chuuya just had one question.

"He's absurdly tall, but he's skinny as fuck. Is he a medium or a large...?"

"Medium for tops, large for bottoms."

"What the fuck?!"

Dazai poked his head out of the clothing rack. He wore a ball cap and sunglasses as a shabby disguise, but it was still unmistakably him.

Chuuya shoved his head back into the rack. "Go home! Don't you know what'll happen if someone sees you out here?"

"Being seen is the least of my problems if that is what you're planning to get me."

Dazai pointed to the shirt sitting in Chuuya's arms.

"What's wrong with it?"

"The polka dots are so tacky. I want new clothes that I can wear even after I go home. If you get me crappy cheap clothes, I'll throw them out immediately. That's such a waste, don't you think?"