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Okay, so here's a little bit of background info for anyone who didn't see my last ask. Then we'll get on to the starter hehe.
Zaira and Dazai met when Dazai officially joined the Port Mafia, as Zaira was 16 and already working as an errand boy. They pretty much immediately became comrades as they were close in age.
Fast forward to 17!Dazai and 18!Zaira, they started seeing eachother as sort of friends with benefits. They had huge crushes on eachother, too.
When Oda died, it hit Zaira hard as the man had taken him in as an orphan during his teen years in the port. We all know how Dazai reacted. When Dazai left, he tried to get Zaira to join him, but Zaira refused and stayed to watch over Chuuya, his younger brother figure.
Now they're meeting again for the first time in four years in this rp!! :D
~~~• | • • • | •~~~
Late in the evening, the Port Mafia headquarters was silent. Most had either already headed off on their missions or were preparing for them.
Zaira, however, had no mission that night. So he'd been tasked with patrolling the headquarters and keeping watch. The only others he knew of being in the building were Mori, Akutagawa, and Chuuya. Oh, and their little captive in the basement.
Osamu Dazai.. how he longed for the name, yet despised hearing it.
Dazai had left him, had betrayed the Port Mafia. But, Zaira couldn't bring himself to hate the man. Not after years of affection and friendship.
Dragged out of his thoughts by a loud clang and Chuuya angrily storming past, the raven haired man drifted his gaze to where Chuuya had emerged from. The basement.
Zaira silently stalked to the now dented door. Due to his heightened senses, he could smell the familiar scent he often reminisced about in his free time, and could hear faint steps of boot against wood, traveling up the stairs.
Osamu Dazai was a smart man. Of course, he didn't seem that way- all jokes and melodrama rather than the quiet, cold intellect he had shown as a teenager in the Port Mafia.
Still, it wasn't like he had lost his brain when he joined the ADA, and his predicament now was a great example of that. He had gotten captured by the Port not too long ago, and subsequently broken free.
Dazai wanted nothing for more than to strut straight into Mori's office and flaunt his freedom once more, but he knew better. All petty desire aside, he had a job to do and that required escaping unnoticed..after he had poked fun at good old Chuuya, of course.
But now the other man was gone and he was ready to leave, his bandaged wrists free of the chains he had arrived in and his legs moving him slowly towards the door. He was quiet about it, the steps almost imperceptible..but maybe not quiet enough.
Zaira narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to the heartbeat he'd grown fond of years ago.
It was silly, really, when he had a chance to stop the man from escaping. He'd rather listen to the familiar man and do nothing.
Eventually, the ravenette reached for the handle. The dented door opened with a click, light flooding into the dark basement, turning Zaira into a dark silhouette.
His red eyes peered down at Dazai, the only part of him visible.
".. Osamu."
Zaira's voice was tight, controlled. Like he was holding something back.
If Dazai was surprised to see Zaira, he didn't let it register on his face, sticking his hands into the pockets of his long trench coat and grinning instead.
"Long time no see, Z. Missed me?"
Although his voice was airy and carefree, he was mentally cursing himself. He should have been quieter, his steps lighter. Anything to keep him from being noticed.
He should've known, though. Of course Zaira would be here, because apparently the world just wants to give Dazai a hard time.
He did not have time for this.
Zaira stared coldly, yet the glint in his eye held no anger. Just pain and, begrudgingly, a fond concern.
"Why would I miss a traitor of the Port?"
The ravenette crossed his arms over his chest without looking from the man.
"You seem.. injured. Nakahara got to you first, Osamu?"
He'd rather not see Dazai, not on these terms. There were people Zaira didn't want seeing the way his usual sharp, cold persona softened around the brunette man.
He actually did miss Dazai, a lot.
But Zaira wouldn't admit that easily. Especially not to Dazai personally.
Dazai chuckled, his head tilting slightly as he observed the older man.
"Riiight. I forgot- you're still just Mori's loyal little lap dog."
He had held hope that eventually Zaira would realize Dazai made the right choice in leaving, but he was an idiot back then. The Dazai that stood before Zaira was smart and no longer blinded by his delusions of better times.
"And yeah, Chibi had his fun. Does that make you...jealous?"
"I may work under Mori-sensei still, but I'm not loyal to him. I am merely loyal to my family. Unlike some."
Zaira ignored the last comment, used to the way Dazai would antagonize everyone at any opportunity presented to him. It's how he always had been.
Placing his hands in his pockets, the ravenette began his way down the steps, eyes locked to Dazai.
Sure, he was a bit jealous, though it wasn't because Chuuya got to get a few hits in on Dazai.
It was more so that he got to see Dazai first.
His expression flickered, but the flash of anger that crossed his face disappeared as quickly as it came.
Had Zaira conveniently decided to completely forget about Oda? He had been more of a family to Dazai than most of the Port Mafia could ever dream of. Hell, Dazai had left to honor Oda's last wish- if that's being disloyal, then there was simply nothing more he could do.
Dazai pushed these thoughts away and turned his attention back towards Zaira. He took his hands out of his pockets and spread his arms in an almost challenging gesture.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Finish what he started."
Zaira noticed the subtle shift in expression before Dazai had managed to cover it up. He always noticed these things.
When Dazai spoke again, Zaira sighed and shook his head.
"I'm not here to fight. Although it looks more like you.."
He glanced down Dazai's form, ragged and dusty, then back up to his face.
"To be frank, Osamu, you're a complete mess."
A pause, then Zaira was stepping down the staircase, his movements careful and almost elegant. Like always.
"And I'm not in the mood to fight, let alone fight you of all people."
Dazai had nearly forgotten how composed Zaira was, so immune to any sort of barb. It made interacting with him a whole lot harder, especially at times like this when he has places to be.
"Can we hurry this up? Stop with the foreplay and do what you've come to do. I'm late to work."
He chose to ignore what Zaira said, itching for a way out.
"I'd assume your work ended hours ago. It's nearly midnight."
Zaira's tone was flat, almost bored. But he was just calm. The man was always calm.
Almost.
Once he was a few steps up from Dazai, the ravenette paused walking and folded his arms behind his back.
".. the foreplay is the fun part, Osamu. Or should I say Dazai, now that we're on opposite sides, hm?"
Brushing past his own comment, the shorter man looked down at Dazai from his higher step. His gaze flickered with reluctant fondness that he didn't bother trying to hide.
"But, I suppose I could hurry it up. I am actively on night watch after all."
"Or! I have an idea. You could go back to your night watch and forget this ever happened so I can go home and we can meet again another time."
Dazai obviously didn't believe this would work, but it didn't hurt to try.
Zaira sighed without sound, arms falling to his sides.
"Fine, fine. I truly only came to make sure Nakahara hadn't killed you."
His hands curled tight into fists, though it wasn't like he was going to fight Dazai. He just had a habit to ball them when anxious. He had since they were teenagers.
After a long moment, the raven haired man gestured for Dazai to follow. He turned and began to travel up the staircase.
He glanced back once at the top, rolling his eyes.
"Follow, Osamu. Nakahara and Akutagawa are still patrolling, and I know their routes. You're likely to make it out without increased injury with assistance."
Zaira wouldn't admit it, but he still had a soft spot for Dazai. One that may get him in trouble with what he planned to do.
This was an...interesting development, to say the least. It seemed as if Dazai greatly underestimated how much Zaira still cared about him, and now his mind was racing, his plans rearranging to accommodate this.
He quickly moved to follow, keeping his steps light all the while. Although it now appeared that he had help, Dazai wasn't about to risk getting caught once more.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked after a moment, staring at Zaira's back as if it would tell him everything he was wondering.
Placing his hands in the pockets of his time-worn coat, Dazai's old black coat, Zaira silently stalked through the halls of the Port Mafia headquarters. They'd not changed much since Dazai had left.
Zaira didn't answer for a long moment, just leading Dazai down the halls the man knew like the back of his hand.
Though he eventually did open his mouth.
"I.. don't know. Do I need a reason?"
His gaze snapped over his shoulder, narrowing in on Dazai for a moment. The ravenette's shoulders seemed to dip before he snapped his gaze forwards again.
Dazai didn't stop to look around at his surroundings- the Port Mafia had already taken so many things from him, and he wasn't going to dwell on it any longer than he needed to.
Instead, his gaze stayed on Zaira, moving up to his dark hair and eventually his eyes when he turned to stare at Dazai. He already knew every inch of the other man's body, yet he couldn't help but look regardless.
"Only one of us can be a traitor."
His voice stayed mild, but his unspoken words lay heavy in the air between them.
Why would you do this?
Why are you actively going against orders for me?
Zaira let out what sounded like a mix of a scoff and a laugh at the comment, facing forwards so Dazai couldn't see the slight upward curve at the corners of his mouth. He wasn't always so composed.
He'd rather no one see him besides those who already know, though.
"Not a traitor if I was never loyal to the organization, I've done plenty that could be considered traitorous."
The man abruptly stopped walking, peering around a corner down a hall.
His voice lowered, now just over a whisper.
"I'm merely loyal to family, most of whom happen to be in the Port."
Dazai didn't stop walking until he was directly behind Zaira, moving so his voice can be heard only in his ear.
"Yet it's funny how more often than not, we stop being family when we cut ties with the Port."
He hummed softly after that and then drew back, pressing against the wall instead.
Zaira had leaned slightly into the presence behind him, but forced himself to stay put once realizing he had been.
"The organization doesn't define who my family is. I choose, and if they happen to not be in the Port, then so be it."
His gaze flicked back to Dazai a moment, watching him lean against the wall.
Then he looked ahead again. He waited a long moment, listening and watching down the hall. He hesitated before mumbling.
"You never stopped being family. Not to me."
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Okay, so here's a little bit of background info for anyone who didn't see my last ask. Then we'll get on to the starter hehe.
Zaira and Dazai met when Dazai officially joined the Port Mafia, as Zaira was 16 and already working as an errand boy. They pretty much immediately became comrades as they were close in age.
Fast forward to 17!Dazai and 18!Zaira, they started seeing eachother as sort of friends with benefits. They had huge crushes on eachother, too.
When Oda died, it hit Zaira hard as the man had taken him in as an orphan during his teen years in the port. We all know how Dazai reacted. When Dazai left, he tried to get Zaira to join him, but Zaira refused and stayed to watch over Chuuya, his younger brother figure.
Now they're meeting again for the first time in four years in this rp!! :D
~~~• | • • • | •~~~
Late in the evening, the Port Mafia headquarters was silent. Most had either already headed off on their missions or were preparing for them.
Zaira, however, had no mission that night. So he'd been tasked with patrolling the headquarters and keeping watch. The only others he knew of being in the building were Mori, Akutagawa, and Chuuya. Oh, and their little captive in the basement.
Osamu Dazai.. how he longed for the name, yet despised hearing it.
Dazai had left him, had betrayed the Port Mafia. But, Zaira couldn't bring himself to hate the man. Not after years of affection and friendship.
Dragged out of his thoughts by a loud clang and Chuuya angrily storming past, the raven haired man drifted his gaze to where Chuuya had emerged from. The basement.
Zaira silently stalked to the now dented door. Due to his heightened senses, he could smell the familiar scent he often reminisced about in his free time, and could hear faint steps of boot against wood, traveling up the stairs.
Osamu Dazai was a smart man. Of course, he didn't seem that way- all jokes and melodrama rather than the quiet, cold intellect he had shown as a teenager in the Port Mafia.
Still, it wasn't like he had lost his brain when he joined the ADA, and his predicament now was a great example of that. He had gotten captured by the Port not too long ago, and subsequently broken free.
Dazai wanted nothing for more than to strut straight into Mori's office and flaunt his freedom once more, but he knew better. All petty desire aside, he had a job to do and that required escaping unnoticed..after he had poked fun at good old Chuuya, of course.
But now the other man was gone and he was ready to leave, his bandaged wrists free of the chains he had arrived in and his legs moving him slowly towards the door. He was quiet about it, the steps almost imperceptible..but maybe not quiet enough.
Zaira narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to the heartbeat he'd grown fond of years ago.
It was silly, really, when he had a chance to stop the man from escaping. He'd rather listen to the familiar man and do nothing.
Eventually, the ravenette reached for the handle. The dented door opened with a click, light flooding into the dark basement, turning Zaira into a dark silhouette.
His red eyes peered down at Dazai, the only part of him visible.
".. Osamu."
Zaira's voice was tight, controlled. Like he was holding something back.
If Dazai was surprised to see Zaira, he didn't let it register on his face, sticking his hands into the pockets of his long trench coat and grinning instead.
"Long time no see, Z. Missed me?"
Although his voice was airy and carefree, he was mentally cursing himself. He should have been quieter, his steps lighter. Anything to keep him from being noticed.
He should've known, though. Of course Zaira would be here, because apparently the world just wants to give Dazai a hard time.
He did not have time for this.
Zaira stared coldly, yet the glint in his eye held no anger. Just pain and, begrudgingly, a fond concern.
"Why would I miss a traitor of the Port?"
The ravenette crossed his arms over his chest without looking from the man.
"You seem.. injured. Nakahara got to you first, Osamu?"
He'd rather not see Dazai, not on these terms. There were people Zaira didn't want seeing the way his usual sharp, cold persona softened around the brunette man.
He actually did miss Dazai, a lot.
But Zaira wouldn't admit that easily. Especially not to Dazai personally.
Dazai chuckled, his head tilting slightly as he observed the older man.
"Riiight. I forgot- you're still just Mori's loyal little lap dog."
He had held hope that eventually Zaira would realize Dazai made the right choice in leaving, but he was an idiot back then. The Dazai that stood before Zaira was smart and no longer blinded by his delusions of better times.
"And yeah, Chibi had his fun. Does that make you...jealous?"
"I may work under Mori-sensei still, but I'm not loyal to him. I am merely loyal to my family. Unlike some."
Zaira ignored the last comment, used to the way Dazai would antagonize everyone at any opportunity presented to him. It's how he always had been.
Placing his hands in his pockets, the ravenette began his way down the steps, eyes locked to Dazai.
Sure, he was a bit jealous, though it wasn't because Chuuya got to get a few hits in on Dazai.
It was more so that he got to see Dazai first.
His expression flickered, but the flash of anger that crossed his face disappeared as quickly as it came.
Had Zaira conveniently decided to completely forget about Oda? He had been more of a family to Dazai than most of the Port Mafia could ever dream of. Hell, Dazai had left to honor Oda's last wish- if that's being disloyal, then there was simply nothing more he could do.
Dazai pushed these thoughts away and turned his attention back towards Zaira. He took his hands out of his pockets and spread his arms in an almost challenging gesture.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Finish what he started."
Zaira noticed the subtle shift in expression before Dazai had managed to cover it up. He always noticed these things.
When Dazai spoke again, Zaira sighed and shook his head.
"I'm not here to fight. Although it looks more like you.."
He glanced down Dazai's form, ragged and dusty, then back up to his face.
"To be frank, Osamu, you're a complete mess."
A pause, then Zaira was stepping down the staircase, his movements careful and almost elegant. Like always.
"And I'm not in the mood to fight, let alone fight you of all people."
Dazai had nearly forgotten how composed Zaira was, so immune to any sort of barb. It made interacting with him a whole lot harder, especially at times like this when he has places to be.
"Can we hurry this up? Stop with the foreplay and do what you've come to do. I'm late to work."
He chose to ignore what Zaira said, itching for a way out.
"I'd assume your work ended hours ago. It's nearly midnight."
Zaira's tone was flat, almost bored. But he was just calm. The man was always calm.
Almost.
Once he was a few steps up from Dazai, the ravenette paused walking and folded his arms behind his back.
".. the foreplay is the fun part, Osamu. Or should I say Dazai, now that we're on opposite sides, hm?"
Brushing past his own comment, the shorter man looked down at Dazai from his higher step. His gaze flickered with reluctant fondness that he didn't bother trying to hide.
"But, I suppose I could hurry it up. I am actively on night watch after all."
"Or! I have an idea. You could go back to your night watch and forget this ever happened so I can go home and we can meet again another time."
Dazai obviously didn't believe this would work, but it didn't hurt to try.
Zaira sighed without sound, arms falling to his sides.
"Fine, fine. I truly only came to make sure Nakahara hadn't killed you."
His hands curled tight into fists, though it wasn't like he was going to fight Dazai. He just had a habit to ball them when anxious. He had since they were teenagers.
After a long moment, the raven haired man gestured for Dazai to follow. He turned and began to travel up the staircase.
He glanced back once at the top, rolling his eyes.
"Follow, Osamu. Nakahara and Akutagawa are still patrolling, and I know their routes. You're likely to make it out without increased injury with assistance."
Zaira wouldn't admit it, but he still had a soft spot for Dazai. One that may get him in trouble with what he planned to do.
This was an...interesting development, to say the least. It seemed as if Dazai greatly underestimated how much Zaira still cared about him, and now his mind was racing, his plans rearranging to accommodate this.
He quickly moved to follow, keeping his steps light all the while. Although it now appeared that he had help, Dazai wasn't about to risk getting caught once more.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked after a moment, staring at Zaira's back as if it would tell him everything he was wondering.
Placing his hands in the pockets of his time-worn coat, Dazai's old black coat, Zaira silently stalked through the halls of the Port Mafia headquarters. They'd not changed much since Dazai had left.
Zaira didn't answer for a long moment, just leading Dazai down the halls the man knew like the back of his hand.
Though he eventually did open his mouth.
"I.. don't know. Do I need a reason?"
His gaze snapped over his shoulder, narrowing in on Dazai for a moment. The ravenette's shoulders seemed to dip before he snapped his gaze forwards again.
Dazai didn't stop to look around at his surroundings- the Port Mafia had already taken so many things from him, and he wasn't going to dwell on it any longer than he needed to.
Instead, his gaze stayed on Zaira, moving up to his dark hair and eventually his eyes when he turned to stare at Dazai. He already knew every inch of the other man's body, yet he couldn't help but look regardless.
"Only one of us can be a traitor."
His voice stayed mild, but his unspoken words lay heavy in the air between them.
Why would you do this?
Why are you actively going against orders for me?
Zaira let out what sounded like a mix of a scoff and a laugh at the comment, facing forwards so Dazai couldn't see the slight upward curve at the corners of his mouth. He wasn't always so composed.
He'd rather no one see him besides those who already know, though.
"Not a traitor if I was never loyal to the organization, I've done plenty that could be considered traitorous."
The man abruptly stopped walking, peering around a corner down a hall.
His voice lowered, now just over a whisper.
"I'm merely loyal to family, most of whom happen to be in the Port."
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//OOC//
Okay, so here's a little bit of background info for anyone who didn't see my last ask. Then we'll get on to the starter hehe.
Zaira and Dazai met when Dazai officially joined the Port Mafia, as Zaira was 16 and already working as an errand boy. They pretty much immediately became comrades as they were close in age.
Fast forward to 17!Dazai and 18!Zaira, they started seeing eachother as sort of friends with benefits. They had huge crushes on eachother, too.
When Oda died, it hit Zaira hard as the man had taken him in as an orphan during his teen years in the port. We all know how Dazai reacted. When Dazai left, he tried to get Zaira to join him, but Zaira refused and stayed to watch over Chuuya, his younger brother figure.
Now they're meeting again for the first time in four years in this rp!! :D
~~~• | • • • | •~~~
Late in the evening, the Port Mafia headquarters was silent. Most had either already headed off on their missions or were preparing for them.
Zaira, however, had no mission that night. So he'd been tasked with patrolling the headquarters and keeping watch. The only others he knew of being in the building were Mori, Akutagawa, and Chuuya. Oh, and their little captive in the basement.
Osamu Dazai.. how he longed for the name, yet despised hearing it.
Dazai had left him, had betrayed the Port Mafia. But, Zaira couldn't bring himself to hate the man. Not after years of affection and friendship.
Dragged out of his thoughts by a loud clang and Chuuya angrily storming past, the raven haired man drifted his gaze to where Chuuya had emerged from. The basement.
Zaira silently stalked to the now dented door. Due to his heightened senses, he could smell the familiar scent he often reminisced about in his free time, and could hear faint steps of boot against wood, traveling up the stairs.
Osamu Dazai was a smart man. Of course, he didn't seem that way- all jokes and melodrama rather than the quiet, cold intellect he had shown as a teenager in the Port Mafia.
Still, it wasn't like he had lost his brain when he joined the ADA, and his predicament now was a great example of that. He had gotten captured by the Port not too long ago, and subsequently broken free.
Dazai wanted nothing for more than to strut straight into Mori's office and flaunt his freedom once more, but he knew better. All petty desire aside, he had a job to do and that required escaping unnoticed..after he had poked fun at good old Chuuya, of course.
But now the other man was gone and he was ready to leave, his bandaged wrists free of the chains he had arrived in and his legs moving him slowly towards the door. He was quiet about it, the steps almost imperceptible..but maybe not quiet enough.
Zaira narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to the heartbeat he'd grown fond of years ago.
It was silly, really, when he had a chance to stop the man from escaping. He'd rather listen to the familiar man and do nothing.
Eventually, the ravenette reached for the handle. The dented door opened with a click, light flooding into the dark basement, turning Zaira into a dark silhouette.
His red eyes peered down at Dazai, the only part of him visible.
".. Osamu."
Zaira's voice was tight, controlled. Like he was holding something back.
If Dazai was surprised to see Zaira, he didn't let it register on his face, sticking his hands into the pockets of his long trench coat and grinning instead.
"Long time no see, Z. Missed me?"
Although his voice was airy and carefree, he was mentally cursing himself. He should have been quieter, his steps lighter. Anything to keep him from being noticed.
He should've known, though. Of course Zaira would be here, because apparently the world just wants to give Dazai a hard time.
He did not have time for this.
Zaira stared coldly, yet the glint in his eye held no anger. Just pain and, begrudgingly, a fond concern.
"Why would I miss a traitor of the Port?"
The ravenette crossed his arms over his chest without looking from the man.
"You seem.. injured. Nakahara got to you first, Osamu?"
He'd rather not see Dazai, not on these terms. There were people Zaira didn't want seeing the way his usual sharp, cold persona softened around the brunette man.
He actually did miss Dazai, a lot.
But Zaira wouldn't admit that easily. Especially not to Dazai personally.
Dazai chuckled, his head tilting slightly as he observed the older man.
"Riiight. I forgot- you're still just Mori's loyal little lap dog."
He had held hope that eventually Zaira would realize Dazai made the right choice in leaving, but he was an idiot back then. The Dazai that stood before Zaira was smart and no longer blinded by his delusions of better times.
"And yeah, Chibi had his fun. Does that make you...jealous?"
"I may work under Mori-sensei still, but I'm not loyal to him. I am merely loyal to my family. Unlike some."
Zaira ignored the last comment, used to the way Dazai would antagonize everyone at any opportunity presented to him. It's how he always had been.
Placing his hands in his pockets, the ravenette began his way down the steps, eyes locked to Dazai.
Sure, he was a bit jealous, though it wasn't because Chuuya got to get a few hits in on Dazai.
It was more so that he got to see Dazai first.
His expression flickered, but the flash of anger that crossed his face disappeared as quickly as it came.
Had Zaira conveniently decided to completely forget about Oda? He had been more of a family to Dazai than most of the Port Mafia could ever dream of. Hell, Dazai had left to honor Oda's last wish- if that's being disloyal, then there was simply nothing more he could do.
Dazai pushed these thoughts away and turned his attention back towards Zaira. He took his hands out of his pockets and spread his arms in an almost challenging gesture.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Finish what he started."
Zaira noticed the subtle shift in expression before Dazai had managed to cover it up. He always noticed these things.
When Dazai spoke again, Zaira sighed and shook his head.
"I'm not here to fight. Although it looks more like you.."
He glanced down Dazai's form, ragged and dusty, then back up to his face.
"To be frank, Osamu, you're a complete mess."
A pause, then Zaira was stepping down the staircase, his movements careful and almost elegant. Like always.
"And I'm not in the mood to fight, let alone fight you of all people."
Dazai had nearly forgotten how composed Zaira was, so immune to any sort of barb. It made interacting with him a whole lot harder, especially at times like this when he has places to be.
"Can we hurry this up? Stop with the foreplay and do what you've come to do. I'm late to work."
He chose to ignore what Zaira said, itching for a way out.
"I'd assume your work ended hours ago. It's nearly midnight."
Zaira's tone was flat, almost bored. But he was just calm. The man was always calm.
Almost.
Once he was a few steps up from Dazai, the ravenette paused walking and folded his arms behind his back.
".. the foreplay is the fun part, Osamu. Or should I say Dazai, now that we're on opposite sides, hm?"
Brushing past his own comment, the shorter man looked down at Dazai from his higher step. His gaze flickered with reluctant fondness that he didn't bother trying to hide.
"But, I suppose I could hurry it up. I am actively on night watch after all."
"Or! I have an idea. You could go back to your night watch and forget this ever happened so I can go home and we can meet again another time."
Dazai obviously didn't believe this would work, but it didn't hurt to try.
Zaira sighed without sound, arms falling to his sides.
"Fine, fine. I truly only came to make sure Nakahara hadn't killed you."
His hands curled tight into fists, though it wasn't like he was going to fight Dazai. He just had a habit to ball them when anxious. He had since they were teenagers.
After a long moment, the raven haired man gestured for Dazai to follow. He turned and began to travel up the staircase.
He glanced back once at the top, rolling his eyes.
"Follow, Osamu. Nakahara and Akutagawa are still patrolling, and I know their routes. You're likely to make it out without increased injury with assistance."
Zaira wouldn't admit it, but he still had a soft spot for Dazai. One that may get him in trouble with what he planned to do.
This was an...interesting development, to say the least. It seemed as if Dazai greatly underestimated how much Zaira still cared about him, and now his mind was racing, his plans rearranging to accommodate this.
He quickly moved to follow, keeping his steps light all the while. Although it now appeared that he had help, Dazai wasn't about to risk getting caught once more.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked after a moment, staring at Zaira's back as if it would tell him everything he was wondering.
Placing his hands in the pockets of his time-worn coat, Dazai's old black coat, Zaira silently stalked through the halls of the Port Mafia headquarters. They'd not changed much since Dazai had left.
Zaira didn't answer for a long moment, just leading Dazai down the halls the man knew like the back of his hand.
Though he eventually did open his mouth.
"I.. don't know. Do I need a reason?"
His gaze snapped over his shoulder, narrowing in on Dazai for a moment. The ravenette's shoulders seemed to dip before he snapped his gaze forwards again.
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//OOC//
Okay, so here's a little bit of background info for anyone who didn't see my last ask. Then we'll get on to the starter hehe.
Zaira and Dazai met when Dazai officially joined the Port Mafia, as Zaira was 16 and already working as an errand boy. They pretty much immediately became comrades as they were close in age.
Fast forward to 17!Dazai and 18!Zaira, they started seeing eachother as sort of friends with benefits. They had huge crushes on eachother, too.
When Oda died, it hit Zaira hard as the man had taken him in as an orphan during his teen years in the port. We all know how Dazai reacted. When Dazai left, he tried to get Zaira to join him, but Zaira refused and stayed to watch over Chuuya, his younger brother figure.
Now they're meeting again for the first time in four years in this rp!! :D
~~~• | • • • | •~~~
Late in the evening, the Port Mafia headquarters was silent. Most had either already headed off on their missions or were preparing for them.
Zaira, however, had no mission that night. So he'd been tasked with patrolling the headquarters and keeping watch. The only others he knew of being in the building were Mori, Akutagawa, and Chuuya. Oh, and their little captive in the basement.
Osamu Dazai.. how he longed for the name, yet despised hearing it.
Dazai had left him, had betrayed the Port Mafia. But, Zaira couldn't bring himself to hate the man. Not after years of affection and friendship.
Dragged out of his thoughts by a loud clang and Chuuya angrily storming past, the raven haired man drifted his gaze to where Chuuya had emerged from. The basement.
Zaira silently stalked to the now dented door. Due to his heightened senses, he could smell the familiar scent he often reminisced about in his free time, and could hear faint steps of boot against wood, traveling up the stairs.
Osamu Dazai was a smart man. Of course, he didn't seem that way- all jokes and melodrama rather than the quiet, cold intellect he had shown as a teenager in the Port Mafia.
Still, it wasn't like he had lost his brain when he joined the ADA, and his predicament now was a great example of that. He had gotten captured by the Port not too long ago, and subsequently broken free.
Dazai wanted nothing for more than to strut straight into Mori's office and flaunt his freedom once more, but he knew better. All petty desire aside, he had a job to do and that required escaping unnoticed..after he had poked fun at good old Chuuya, of course.
But now the other man was gone and he was ready to leave, his bandaged wrists free of the chains he had arrived in and his legs moving him slowly towards the door. He was quiet about it, the steps almost imperceptible..but maybe not quiet enough.
Zaira narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to the heartbeat he'd grown fond of years ago.
It was silly, really, when he had a chance to stop the man from escaping. He'd rather listen to the familiar man and do nothing.
Eventually, the ravenette reached for the handle. The dented door opened with a click, light flooding into the dark basement, turning Zaira into a dark silhouette.
His red eyes peered down at Dazai, the only part of him visible.
".. Osamu."
Zaira's voice was tight, controlled. Like he was holding something back.
If Dazai was surprised to see Zaira, he didn't let it register on his face, sticking his hands into the pockets of his long trench coat and grinning instead.
"Long time no see, Z. Missed me?"
Although his voice was airy and carefree, he was mentally cursing himself. He should have been quieter, his steps lighter. Anything to keep him from being noticed.
He should've known, though. Of course Zaira would be here, because apparently the world just wants to give Dazai a hard time.
He did not have time for this.
Zaira stared coldly, yet the glint in his eye held no anger. Just pain and, begrudgingly, a fond concern.
"Why would I miss a traitor of the Port?"
The ravenette crossed his arms over his chest without looking from the man.
"You seem.. injured. Nakahara got to you first, Osamu?"
He'd rather not see Dazai, not on these terms. There were people Zaira didn't want seeing the way his usual sharp, cold persona softened around the brunette man.
He actually did miss Dazai, a lot.
But Zaira wouldn't admit that easily. Especially not to Dazai personally.
Dazai chuckled, his head tilting slightly as he observed the older man.
"Riiight. I forgot- you're still just Mori's loyal little lap dog."
He had held hope that eventually Zaira would realize Dazai made the right choice in leaving, but he was an idiot back then. The Dazai that stood before Zaira was smart and no longer blinded by his delusions of better times.
"And yeah, Chibi had his fun. Does that make you...jealous?"
"I may work under Mori-sensei still, but I'm not loyal to him. I am merely loyal to my family. Unlike some."
Zaira ignored the last comment, used to the way Dazai would antagonize everyone at any opportunity presented to him. It's how he always had been.
Placing his hands in his pockets, the ravenette began his way down the steps, eyes locked to Dazai.
Sure, he was a bit jealous, though it wasn't because Chuuya got to get a few hits in on Dazai.
It was more so that he got to see Dazai first.
His expression flickered, but the flash of anger that crossed his face disappeared as quickly as it came.
Had Zaira conveniently decided to completely forget about Oda? He had been more of a family to Dazai than most of the Port Mafia could ever dream of. Hell, Dazai had left to honor Oda's last wish- if that's being disloyal, then there was simply nothing more he could do.
Dazai pushed these thoughts away and turned his attention back towards Zaira. He took his hands out of his pockets and spread his arms in an almost challenging gesture.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Finish what he started."
Zaira noticed the subtle shift in expression before Dazai had managed to cover it up. He always noticed these things.
When Dazai spoke again, Zaira sighed and shook his head.
"I'm not here to fight. Although it looks more like you.."
He glanced down Dazai's form, ragged and dusty, then back up to his face.
"To be frank, Osamu, you're a complete mess."
A pause, then Zaira was stepping down the staircase, his movements careful and almost elegant. Like always.
"And I'm not in the mood to fight, let alone fight you of all people."
Dazai had nearly forgotten how composed Zaira was, so immune to any sort of barb. It made interacting with him a whole lot harder, especially at times like this when he has places to be.
"Can we hurry this up? Stop with the foreplay and do what you've come to do. I'm late to work."
He chose to ignore what Zaira said, itching for a way out.
"I'd assume your work ended hours ago. It's nearly midnight."
Zaira's tone was flat, almost bored. But he was just calm. The man was always calm.
Almost.
Once he was a few steps up from Dazai, the ravenette paused walking and folded his arms behind his back.
".. the foreplay is the fun part, Osamu. Or should I say Dazai, now that we're on opposite sides, hm?"
Brushing past his own comment, the shorter man looked down at Dazai from his higher step. His gaze flickered with reluctant fondness that he didn't bother trying to hide.
"But, I suppose I could hurry it up. I am actively on night watch after all."
"Or! I have an idea. You could go back to your night watch and forget this ever happened so I can go home and we can meet again another time."
Dazai obviously didn't believe this would work, but it didn't hurt to try.
Zaira sighed without sound, arms falling to his sides.
"Fine, fine. I truly only came to make sure Nakahara hadn't killed you."
His hands curled tight into fists, though it wasn't like he was going to fight Dazai. He just had a habit to ball them when anxious. He had since they were teenagers.
After a long moment, the raven haired man gestured for Dazai to follow. He turned and began to travel up the staircase.
He glanced back once at the top, rolling his eyes.
"Follow, Osamu. Nakahara and Akutagawa are still patrolling, and I know their routes. You're likely to make it out without increased injury with assistance."
Zaira wouldn't admit it, but he still had a soft spot for Dazai. One that may get him in trouble with what he planned to do.
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//OOC//
Okay, so here's a little bit of background info for anyone who didn't see my last ask. Then we'll get on to the starter hehe.
Zaira and Dazai met when Dazai officially joined the Port Mafia, as Zaira was 16 and already working as an errand boy. They pretty much immediately became comrades as they were close in age.
Fast forward to 17!Dazai and 18!Zaira, they started seeing eachother as sort of friends with benefits. They had huge crushes on eachother, too.
When Oda died, it hit Zaira hard as the man had taken him in as an orphan during his teen years in the port. We all know how Dazai reacted. When Dazai left, he tried to get Zaira to join him, but Zaira refused and stayed to watch over Chuuya, his younger brother figure.
Now they're meeting again for the first time in four years in this rp!! :D
~~~• | • • • | •~~~
Late in the evening, the Port Mafia headquarters was silent. Most had either already headed off on their missions or were preparing for them.
Zaira, however, had no mission that night. So he'd been tasked with patrolling the headquarters and keeping watch. The only others he knew of being in the building were Mori, Akutagawa, and Chuuya. Oh, and their little captive in the basement.
Osamu Dazai.. how he longed for the name, yet despised hearing it.
Dazai had left him, had betrayed the Port Mafia. But, Zaira couldn't bring himself to hate the man. Not after years of affection and friendship.
Dragged out of his thoughts by a loud clang and Chuuya angrily storming past, the raven haired man drifted his gaze to where Chuuya had emerged from. The basement.
Zaira silently stalked to the now dented door. Due to his heightened senses, he could smell the familiar scent he often reminisced about in his free time, and could hear faint steps of boot against wood, traveling up the stairs.
Osamu Dazai was a smart man. Of course, he didn't seem that way- all jokes and melodrama rather than the quiet, cold intellect he had shown as a teenager in the Port Mafia.
Still, it wasn't like he had lost his brain when he joined the ADA, and his predicament now was a great example of that. He had gotten captured by the Port not too long ago, and subsequently broken free.
Dazai wanted nothing for more than to strut straight into Mori's office and flaunt his freedom once more, but he knew better. All petty desire aside, he had a job to do and that required escaping unnoticed..after he had poked fun at good old Chuuya, of course.
But now the other man was gone and he was ready to leave, his bandaged wrists free of the chains he had arrived in and his legs moving him slowly towards the door. He was quiet about it, the steps almost imperceptible..but maybe not quiet enough.
Zaira narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to the heartbeat he'd grown fond of years ago.
It was silly, really, when he had a chance to stop the man from escaping. He'd rather listen to the familiar man and do nothing.
Eventually, the ravenette reached for the handle. The dented door opened with a click, light flooding into the dark basement, turning Zaira into a dark silhouette.
His red eyes peered down at Dazai, the only part of him visible.
".. Osamu."
Zaira's voice was tight, controlled. Like he was holding something back.
If Dazai was surprised to see Zaira, he didn't let it register on his face, sticking his hands into the pockets of his long trench coat and grinning instead.
"Long time no see, Z. Missed me?"
Although his voice was airy and carefree, he was mentally cursing himself. He should have been quieter, his steps lighter. Anything to keep him from being noticed.
He should've known, though. Of course Zaira would be here, because apparently the world just wants to give Dazai a hard time.
He did not have time for this.
Zaira stared coldly, yet the glint in his eye held no anger. Just pain and, begrudgingly, a fond concern.
"Why would I miss a traitor of the Port?"
The ravenette crossed his arms over his chest without looking from the man.
"You seem.. injured. Nakahara got to you first, Osamu?"
He'd rather not see Dazai, not on these terms. There were people Zaira didn't want seeing the way his usual sharp, cold persona softened around the brunette man.
He actually did miss Dazai, a lot.
But Zaira wouldn't admit that easily. Especially not to Dazai personally.
Dazai chuckled, his head tilting slightly as he observed the older man.
"Riiight. I forgot- you're still just Mori's loyal little lap dog."
He had held hope that eventually Zaira would realize Dazai made the right choice in leaving, but he was an idiot back then. The Dazai that stood before Zaira was smart and no longer blinded by his delusions of better times.
"And yeah, Chibi had his fun. Does that make you...jealous?"
"I may work under Mori-sensei still, but I'm not loyal to him. I am merely loyal to my family. Unlike some."
Zaira ignored the last comment, used to the way Dazai would antagonize everyone at any opportunity presented to him. It's how he always had been.
Placing his hands in his pockets, the ravenette began his way down the steps, eyes locked to Dazai.
Sure, he was a bit jealous, though it wasn't because Chuuya got to get a few hits in on Dazai.
It was more so that he got to see Dazai first.
His expression flickered, but the flash of anger that crossed his face disappeared as quickly as it came.
Had Zaira conveniently decided to completely forget about Oda? He had been more of a family to Dazai than most of the Port Mafia could ever dream of. Hell, Dazai had left to honor Oda's last wish- if that's being disloyal, then there was simply nothing more he could do.
Dazai pushed these thoughts away and turned his attention back towards Zaira. He took his hands out of his pockets and spread his arms in an almost challenging gesture.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Finish what he started."
Zaira noticed the subtle shift in expression before Dazai had managed to cover it up. He always noticed these things.
When Dazai spoke again, Zaira sighed and shook his head.
"I'm not here to fight. Although it looks more like you.."
He glanced down Dazai's form, ragged and dusty, then back up to his face.
"To be frank, Osamu, you're a complete mess."
A pause, then Zaira was stepping down the staircase, his movements careful and almost elegant. Like always.
"And I'm not in the mood to fight, let alone fight you of all people."
Dazai had nearly forgotten how composed Zaira was, so immune to any sort of barb. It made interacting with him a whole lot harder, especially at times like this when he has places to be.
"Can we hurry this up? Stop with the foreplay and do what you've come to do. I'm late to work."
He chose to ignore what Zaira said, itching for a way out.
"I'd assume your work ended hours ago. It's nearly midnight."
Zaira's tone was flat, almost bored. But he was just calm. The man was always calm.
Almost.
Once he was a few steps up from Dazai, the ravenette paused walking and folded his arms behind his back.
".. the foreplay is the fun part, Osamu. Or should I say Dazai, now that we're on opposite sides, hm?"
Brushing past his own comment, the shorter man looked down at Dazai from his higher step. His gaze flickered with reluctant fondness that he didn't bother trying to hide.
"But, I suppose I could hurry it up. I am actively on night watch after all."
Reblogged
//OOC//
Okay, so here's a little bit of background info for anyone who didn't see my last ask. Then we'll get on to the starter hehe.
Zaira and Dazai met when Dazai officially joined the Port Mafia, as Zaira was 16 and already working as an errand boy. They pretty much immediately became comrades as they were close in age.
Fast forward to 17!Dazai and 18!Zaira, they started seeing eachother as sort of friends with benefits. They had huge crushes on eachother, too.
When Oda died, it hit Zaira hard as the man had taken him in as an orphan during his teen years in the port. We all know how Dazai reacted. When Dazai left, he tried to get Zaira to join him, but Zaira refused and stayed to watch over Chuuya, his younger brother figure.
Now they're meeting again for the first time in four years in this rp!! :D
~~~• | • • • | •~~~
Late in the evening, the Port Mafia headquarters was silent. Most had either already headed off on their missions or were preparing for them.
Zaira, however, had no mission that night. So he'd been tasked with patrolling the headquarters and keeping watch. The only others he knew of being in the building were Mori, Akutagawa, and Chuuya. Oh, and their little captive in the basement.
Osamu Dazai.. how he longed for the name, yet despised hearing it.
Dazai had left him, had betrayed the Port Mafia. But, Zaira couldn't bring himself to hate the man. Not after years of affection and friendship.
Dragged out of his thoughts by a loud clang and Chuuya angrily storming past, the raven haired man drifted his gaze to where Chuuya had emerged from. The basement.
Zaira silently stalked to the now dented door. Due to his heightened senses, he could smell the familiar scent he often reminisced about in his free time, and could hear faint steps of boot against wood, traveling up the stairs.
Osamu Dazai was a smart man. Of course, he didn't seem that way- all jokes and melodrama rather than the quiet, cold intellect he had shown as a teenager in the Port Mafia.
Still, it wasn't like he had lost his brain when he joined the ADA, and his predicament now was a great example of that. He had gotten captured by the Port not too long ago, and subsequently broken free.
Dazai wanted nothing for more than to strut straight into Mori's office and flaunt his freedom once more, but he knew better. All petty desire aside, he had a job to do and that required escaping unnoticed..after he had poked fun at good old Chuuya, of course.
But now the other man was gone and he was ready to leave, his bandaged wrists free of the chains he had arrived in and his legs moving him slowly towards the door. He was quiet about it, the steps almost imperceptible..but maybe not quiet enough.
Zaira narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to the heartbeat he'd grown fond of years ago.
It was silly, really, when he had a chance to stop the man from escaping. He'd rather listen to the familiar man and do nothing.
Eventually, the ravenette reached for the handle. The dented door opened with a click, light flooding into the dark basement, turning Zaira into a dark silhouette.
His red eyes peered down at Dazai, the only part of him visible.
".. Osamu."
Zaira's voice was tight, controlled. Like he was holding something back.
If Dazai was surprised to see Zaira, he didn't let it register on his face, sticking his hands into the pockets of his long trench coat and grinning instead.
"Long time no see, Z. Missed me?"
Although his voice was airy and carefree, he was mentally cursing himself. He should have been quieter, his steps lighter. Anything to keep him from being noticed.
He should've known, though. Of course Zaira would be here, because apparently the world just wants to give Dazai a hard time.
He did not have time for this.
Zaira stared coldly, yet the glint in his eye held no anger. Just pain and, begrudgingly, a fond concern.
"Why would I miss a traitor of the Port?"
The ravenette crossed his arms over his chest without looking from the man.
"You seem.. injured. Nakahara got to you first, Osamu?"
He'd rather not see Dazai, not on these terms. There were people Zaira didn't want seeing the way his usual sharp, cold persona softened around the brunette man.
He actually did miss Dazai, a lot.
But Zaira wouldn't admit that easily. Especially not to Dazai personally.
Dazai chuckled, his head tilting slightly as he observed the older man.
"Riiight. I forgot- you're still just Mori's loyal little lap dog."
He had held hope that eventually Zaira would realize Dazai made the right choice in leaving, but he was an idiot back then. The Dazai that stood before Zaira was smart and no longer blinded by his delusions of better times.
"And yeah, Chibi had his fun. Does that make you...jealous?"
"I may work under Mori-sensei still, but I'm not loyal to him. I am merely loyal to my family. Unlike some."
Zaira ignored the last comment, used to the way Dazai would antagonize everyone at any opportunity presented to him. It's how he always had been.
Placing his hands in his pockets, the ravenette began his way down the steps, eyes locked to Dazai.
Sure, he was a bit jealous, though it wasn't because Chuuya got to get a few hits in on Dazai.
It was more so that he got to see Dazai first.
His expression flickered, but the flash of anger that crossed his face disappeared as quickly as it came.
Had Zaira conveniently decided to completely forget about Oda? He had been more of a family to Dazai than most of the Port Mafia could ever dream of. Hell, Dazai had left to honor Oda's last wish- if that's being disloyal, then there was simply nothing more he could do.
Dazai pushed these thoughts away and turned his attention back towards Zaira. He took his hands out of his pockets and spread his arms in an almost challenging gesture.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Finish what he started."
Zaira noticed the subtle shift in expression before Dazai had managed to cover it up. He always noticed these things.
When Dazai spoke again, Zaira sighed and shook his head.
"I'm not here to fight. Although it looks more like you.."
He glanced down Dazai's form, ragged and dusty, then back up to his face.
"To be frank, Osamu, you're a complete mess."
A pause, then Zaira was stepping down the staircase, his movements careful and almost elegant. Like always.
"And I'm not in the mood to fight, let alone fight you of all people."
Reblogged
//OOC//
Okay, so here's a little bit of background info for anyone who didn't see my last ask. Then we'll get on to the starter hehe.
Zaira and Dazai met when Dazai officially joined the Port Mafia, as Zaira was 16 and already working as an errand boy. They pretty much immediately became comrades as they were close in age.
Fast forward to 17!Dazai and 18!Zaira, they started seeing eachother as sort of friends with benefits. They had huge crushes on eachother, too.
When Oda died, it hit Zaira hard as the man had taken him in as an orphan during his teen years in the port. We all know how Dazai reacted. When Dazai left, he tried to get Zaira to join him, but Zaira refused and stayed to watch over Chuuya, his younger brother figure.
Now they're meeting again for the first time in four years in this rp!! :D
~~~• | • • • | •~~~
Late in the evening, the Port Mafia headquarters was silent. Most had either already headed off on their missions or were preparing for them.
Zaira, however, had no mission that night. So he'd been tasked with patrolling the headquarters and keeping watch. The only others he knew of being in the building were Mori, Akutagawa, and Chuuya. Oh, and their little captive in the basement.
Osamu Dazai.. how he longed for the name, yet despised hearing it.
Dazai had left him, had betrayed the Port Mafia. But, Zaira couldn't bring himself to hate the man. Not after years of affection and friendship.
Dragged out of his thoughts by a loud clang and Chuuya angrily storming past, the raven haired man drifted his gaze to where Chuuya had emerged from. The basement.
Zaira silently stalked to the now dented door. Due to his heightened senses, he could smell the familiar scent he often reminisced about in his free time, and could hear faint steps of boot against wood, traveling up the stairs.
Osamu Dazai was a smart man. Of course, he didn't seem that way- all jokes and melodrama rather than the quiet, cold intellect he had shown as a teenager in the Port Mafia.
Still, it wasn't like he had lost his brain when he joined the ADA, and his predicament now was a great example of that. He had gotten captured by the Port not too long ago, and subsequently broken free.
Dazai wanted nothing for more than to strut straight into Mori's office and flaunt his freedom once more, but he knew better. All petty desire aside, he had a job to do and that required escaping unnoticed..after he had poked fun at good old Chuuya, of course.
But now the other man was gone and he was ready to leave, his bandaged wrists free of the chains he had arrived in and his legs moving him slowly towards the door. He was quiet about it, the steps almost imperceptible..but maybe not quiet enough.
Zaira narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to the heartbeat he'd grown fond of years ago.
It was silly, really, when he had a chance to stop the man from escaping. He'd rather listen to the familiar man and do nothing.
Eventually, the ravenette reached for the handle. The dented door opened with a click, light flooding into the dark basement, turning Zaira into a dark silhouette.
His red eyes peered down at Dazai, the only part of him visible.
".. Osamu."
Zaira's voice was tight, controlled. Like he was holding something back.
If Dazai was surprised to see Zaira, he didn't let it register on his face, sticking his hands into the pockets of his long trench coat and grinning instead.
"Long time no see, Z. Missed me?"
Although his voice was airy and carefree, he was mentally cursing himself. He should have been quieter, his steps lighter. Anything to keep him from being noticed.
He should've known, though. Of course Zaira would be here, because apparently the world just wants to give Dazai a hard time.
He did not have time for this.
Zaira stared coldly, yet the glint in his eye held no anger. Just pain and, begrudgingly, a fond concern.
"Why would I miss a traitor of the Port?"
The ravenette crossed his arms over his chest without looking from the man.
"You seem.. injured. Nakahara got to you first, Osamu?"
He'd rather not see Dazai, not on these terms. There were people Zaira didn't want seeing the way his usual sharp, cold persona softened around the brunette man.
He actually did miss Dazai, a lot.
But Zaira wouldn't admit that easily. Especially not to Dazai personally.
Dazai chuckled, his head tilting slightly as he observed the older man.
"Riiight. I forgot- you're still just Mori's loyal little lap dog."
He had held hope that eventually Zaira would realize Dazai made the right choice in leaving, but he was an idiot back then. The Dazai that stood before Zaira was smart and no longer blinded by his delusions of better times.
"And yeah, Chibi had his fun. Does that make you...jealous?"
"I may work under Mori-sensei still, but I'm not loyal to him. I am merely loyal to my family. Unlike some."
Zaira ignored the last comment, used to the way Dazai would antagonize everyone at any opportunity presented to him. It's how he always had been.
Placing his hands in his pockets, the ravenette began his way down the steps, eyes locked to Dazai.
Sure, he was a bit jealous, though it wasn't because Chuuya got to get a few hits in on Dazai.
It was more so that he got to see Dazai first.
Reblogged
//OOC//
Okay, so here's a little bit of background info for anyone who didn't see my last ask. Then we'll get on to the starter hehe.
Zaira and Dazai met when Dazai officially joined the Port Mafia, as Zaira was 16 and already working as an errand boy. They pretty much immediately became comrades as they were close in age.
Fast forward to 17!Dazai and 18!Zaira, they started seeing eachother as sort of friends with benefits. They had huge crushes on eachother, too.
When Oda died, it hit Zaira hard as the man had taken him in as an orphan during his teen years in the port. We all know how Dazai reacted. When Dazai left, he tried to get Zaira to join him, but Zaira refused and stayed to watch over Chuuya, his younger brother figure.
Now they're meeting again for the first time in four years in this rp!! :D
~~~• | • • • | •~~~
Late in the evening, the Port Mafia headquarters was silent. Most had either already headed off on their missions or were preparing for them.
Zaira, however, had no mission that night. So he'd been tasked with patrolling the headquarters and keeping watch. The only others he knew of being in the building were Mori, Akutagawa, and Chuuya. Oh, and their little captive in the basement.
Osamu Dazai.. how he longed for the name, yet despised hearing it.
Dazai had left him, had betrayed the Port Mafia. But, Zaira couldn't bring himself to hate the man. Not after years of affection and friendship.
Dragged out of his thoughts by a loud clang and Chuuya angrily storming past, the raven haired man drifted his gaze to where Chuuya had emerged from. The basement.
Zaira silently stalked to the now dented door. Due to his heightened senses, he could smell the familiar scent he often reminisced about in his free time, and could hear faint steps of boot against wood, traveling up the stairs.
Osamu Dazai was a smart man. Of course, he didn't seem that way- all jokes and melodrama rather than the quiet, cold intellect he had shown as a teenager in the Port Mafia.
Still, it wasn't like he had lost his brain when he joined the ADA, and his predicament now was a great example of that. He had gotten captured by the Port not too long ago, and subsequently broken free.
Dazai wanted nothing for more than to strut straight into Mori's office and flaunt his freedom once more, but he knew better. All petty desire aside, he had a job to do and that required escaping unnoticed..after he had poked fun at good old Chuuya, of course.
But now the other man was gone and he was ready to leave, his bandaged wrists free of the chains he had arrived in and his legs moving him slowly towards the door. He was quiet about it, the steps almost imperceptible..but maybe not quiet enough.
Zaira narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to the heartbeat he'd grown fond of years ago.
It was silly, really, when he had a chance to stop the man from escaping. He'd rather listen to the familiar man and do nothing.
Eventually, the ravenette reached for the handle. The dented door opened with a click, light flooding into the dark basement, turning Zaira into a dark silhouette.
His red eyes peered down at Dazai, the only part of him visible.
".. Osamu."
Zaira's voice was tight, controlled. Like he was holding something back.
If Dazai was surprised to see Zaira, he didn't let it register on his face, sticking his hands into the pockets of his long trench coat and grinning instead.
"Long time no see, Z. Missed me?"
Although his voice was airy and carefree, he was mentally cursing himself. He should have been quieter, his steps lighter. Anything to keep him from being noticed.
He should've known, though. Of course Zaira would be here, because apparently the world just wants to give Dazai a hard time.
He did not have time for this.
Zaira stared coldly, yet the glint in his eye held no anger. Just pain and, begrudgingly, a fond concern.
"Why would I miss a traitor of the Port?"
The ravenette crossed his arms over his chest without looking from the man.
"You seem.. injured. Nakahara got to you first, Osamu?"
He'd rather not see Dazai, not on these terms. There were people Zaira didn't want seeing the way his usual sharp, cold persona softened around the brunette man.
He actually did miss Dazai, a lot.
But Zaira wouldn't admit that easily. Especially not to Dazai personally.
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//OOC//
Okay, so here's a little bit of background info for anyone who didn't see my last ask. Then we'll get on to the starter hehe.
Zaira and Dazai met when Dazai officially joined the Port Mafia, as Zaira was 16 and already working as an errand boy. They pretty much immediately became comrades as they were close in age.
Fast forward to 17!Dazai and 18!Zaira, they started seeing eachother as sort of friends with benefits. They had huge crushes on eachother, too.
When Oda died, it hit Zaira hard as the man had taken him in as an orphan during his teen years in the port. We all know how Dazai reacted. When Dazai left, he tried to get Zaira to join him, but Zaira refused and stayed to watch over Chuuya, his younger brother figure.
Now they're meeting again for the first time in four years in this rp!! :D
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Late in the evening, the Port Mafia headquarters was silent. Most had either already headed off on their missions or were preparing for them.
Zaira, however, had no mission that night. So he'd been tasked with patrolling the headquarters and keeping watch. The only others he knew of being in the building were Mori, Akutagawa, and Chuuya. Oh, and their little captive in the basement.
Osamu Dazai.. how he longed for the name, yet despised hearing it.
Dazai had left him, had betrayed the Port Mafia. But, Zaira couldn't bring himself to hate the man. Not after years of affection and friendship.
Dragged out of his thoughts by a loud clang and Chuuya angrily storming past, the raven haired man drifted his gaze to where Chuuya had emerged from. The basement.
Zaira silently stalked to the now dented door. Due to his heightened senses, he could smell the familiar scent he often reminisced about in his free time, and could hear faint steps of boot against wood, traveling up the stairs.
Osamu Dazai was a smart man. Of course, he didn't seem that way- all jokes and melodrama rather than the quiet, cold intellect he had shown as a teenager in the Port Mafia.
Still, it wasn't like he had lost his brain when he joined the ADA, and his predicament now was a great example of that. He had gotten captured by the Port not too long ago, and subsequently broken free.
Dazai wanted nothing for more than to strut straight into Mori's office and flaunt his freedom once more, but he knew better. All petty desire aside, he had a job to do and that required escaping unnoticed..after he had poked fun at good old Chuuya, of course.
But now the other man was gone and he was ready to leave, his bandaged wrists free of the chains he had arrived in and his legs moving him slowly towards the door. He was quiet about it, the steps almost imperceptible..but maybe not quiet enough.
Zaira narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to the heartbeat he'd grown fond of years ago.
It was silly, really, when he had a chance to stop the man from escaping. He'd rather listen to the familiar man and do nothing.
Eventually, the ravenette reached for the handle. The dented door opened with a click, light flooding into the dark basement, turning Zaira into a dark silhouette.
His red eyes peered down at Dazai, the only part of him visible.
".. Osamu."
Zaira's voice was tight, controlled. Like he was holding something back.
★ fangs of nightmare ★
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★ uses • transformation | this ability allows the user to take the form of a black wolf with red eyes • better senses | with this ability comes enhanced smell, sharper hearing, and animalistic reflexes
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★ drawbacks • animalistic tendencies | this ability causes the user to occasionally have wolf-like tendencies and reactions at times • carnivore | the user may have the need for a carnivorous diet at times, especially during and after the usage of the ability
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Anonymous asked:
Chuuya-kun look I have one of y'all's errand boys and snipers- he also stalks Dazai apparently. *just holding up @zairaoftheportmafia under the arms like he's a fucking child*
- Yumi anon
".. could we maybe put me down. Now."
★ INFO MASTERLIST ★
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★ intro to zaira • name | zaira dosan • alias | the port mafia's fanged sniper • age | 23 • pronouns | he/them • sexuality | homoromantic, asexual • ability | fangs of nightmares • backstory | to be added
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★ tags • "ic | zaira in the shadows" • "ooc | louis here ★" • "asks | the shadows reply" • "rp starts | caught in action" • "rp ends | the wolf rests" • "interactions | hello [char]" • "ic blogging | zaira on tumblr"
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★ links • other blogs | main MHA OC • gallery | pinterest board
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