![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Reconnaissance
Title: Reconnaissance
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Chuuya, Odasaku's kids, Dazai, Odasaku
Pairing(s): Odasaku/Dazai
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,940
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Odasaku’s kids enact a secret plan, and Chuuya is not a babysitter.
Notes: They're older here and no one is dead because I said so.
On the floor in the center of the room, there is a large map of Yokohama laying flat. Sitting around it, there are five people currently deep in the middle of a tense strategy meeting.
Kosuke taps on one road on the map. “This is one of the main roads through the city,” he says. “It has a sidewalk, so a lot of people pick it for walking anywhere, and there are alleys you can hide in. Dad said Dazai-san doesn’t like to drive places because it’s too ‘os-ten-ta-tious’, so he’ll definitely pick this road if he’s walking somewhere.”
Shinji looks doubtful. “We don’t know when he’s going anywhere.”
“So we’ll just have to sneak out a lot until we catch him,” Kosuke replies. “Eventually he’s gotta pass by.”
Yu says, “If we all go, we’ll make Freedom-ojisan really worried if he finds out we’re missing. Some of us should stay here just in case.”
Kosuke nods. “I’ll go, since I’m the brains of the operation. Sakura and… Katsumi, you come with me.”
“Me?” Katsumi asks with a start. “Why me?”
Kosuke narrows his eyes at him. “How old are you?”
“Twelve…”
“You’re almost a teenager, so you’ve gotta start acting more grown-up. This is for Dad, remember?” Kosuke asks.
Katsumi nods, with a little more resolution in his eyes. “I’ll… I’ll do it.”
“That’s the spirit,” Kosuke says. “We’ll make our move tonight.”
Getting out of the house isn’t so difficult. They’ve snuck out before underneath someone’s nose, for one reason or another.
Actually, it’s all too easy to reach the main walking road of Yokohama. They pick an alley that seems particularly dark and hard to be spotted in, and wait.
And wait. And wait. Occasionally people not Dazai pass by, but they’re of no use to the mission.
“I’m bored,” Katsumi says, a little too loudly. “How long have we been here?”
“Dunno,” Kosuke says. “I forgot to bring a watch.”
Katsumi grumbles. “It feels like a whole hour-”
“Shhh,” says Sakura, shoving her hands in front of Katsumi’s mouth. “Someone’s coming.”
“-fifth meeting this week,” someone says. They don’t recognize him, but Sakura immediately appreciates his stylish hat.
Their attention is mostly on Dazai next to him. They stay very, very still.
Dazai gives an exaggerated shrug. “Do you want to say no to a meeting with the boss, Chuuya? It’s technically only me who has to go, so you can spend the evening drowning your sorrows alone if you want~”
The other man - Chuuya - scowls. “Hell no.”
They keep walking, and the kids creep forward to follow the conversation.
“Your loss,” Dazai says. “You really shouldn’t complain-”
Chuuya holds up a hand to stop his words and turns around, eyes fixed on the alley where the kids are hiding. “You. Show yourselves.”
They freeze. Fear stops even their breathing for a moment.
Chuuya tsks and draws from his side - a knife that they can clearly see glint even in the darkness. “I said-”
At the same time as Dazai wrenches Chuuya’s arm back, panic catches up with all three children. They pour out of the alleyway, crying things like “please don’t kill us” and “we’re sorry” and “I’m too young to die”.
“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Dazai asks, calmly. He lets go of Chuuya’s arm. “And you should know better than to threaten kids. You’ll make me look bad as your partner.”
Chuuya grumbles under his breath as he puts the knife back. “Kids or not, they were spying.”
“They were here before us, so technically we just passed them by,” Dazai answers. “Still… It’s dangerous for kids to be out here at night, you know? Someone scarier than Chuuya might find you.”
“We’re really sorry,” says Sakura, shivering. “We won’t do it again, Dazai-san.”
“It’s fine, I just need to decide what to do with you now.” Dazai taps his chin, then lights up like he’s had a brilliant idea. “Chuuya, since you don’t have to be at the meeting anyway, you look after these three until I can get their dad to pick them up.”
Chuuya scowls. “Hell no! I’m not a babysitter! They’re old enough to get home themselves-”
“Tell me where it sounded like I was asking.” Even the kids know that’s not a nice smile on Dazai’s face.
Chuuya grumbles for a few more moments, then gives in. “Fine. But hurry up, I’m not gonna sit around all night.”
The mean smile disappears. “Don’t worry! I don’t want to subject them to you for longer than necessary anyway.”
“Who’s being subjected-?!”
Chuuya yells at Dazai until he’s out of earshot. The kids look up at him and say nothing.
Once he’s done yelling, Chuuya turns around to glower at the kids. They take a step back, and his expression softens a tiny, tiny bit. “First off, we’re not waiting in this alley. It’s a good place to get jumped. Come on.”
The nearest bench isn’t too far, and has room for all three of them if they squish together. Chuuya stands, tapping his foot impatiently.
“Now. Tell me what the hell-” Their eyes widen, and Chuuya corrects himself. “Tell me what you’re doing out here.”
The three of them look at each other. Kosuke speaks up. “We’re doing re- recona-”
“Reconnaissance?” Chuuya says.
“Yeah. That.” Kosuke looks at the other two and lowers his voice to a stage whisper even though Chuuya can definitely still hear them. “Do you think it’s okay to tell?”
“He’s Dazai-san’s partner, right? So maybe he can help,” Sakura whispers back.
“I don’t want to get stabbed,” Katsumi adds, shuddering.
Kosuke turns back to Chuuya. “We’ve decided that we can trust you with our very important, very secret plan,” he says. “But you can’t tell anyone else. Promise?”
Chuuya sighs. “I promise.”
“Pinky promise?” Sakura asks, holding up her pinky.
Chuuya looks at her with a raised eyebrow, then links his pinky with hers. “Pinky promise.”
Katsumi clears his throat. “Our dad - Odasaku - really likes Dazai-san. A whole lot.”
“It’s actually pretty gross how much he does,” Kosuke says, sticking his tongue out. “If this works they’d better not kiss in front of us.”
“Dad likes Dazai-san, but Dad won’t say anything about it to him because he doesn’t want things to change,” Sakura says. “He’s been like this for years, it’s horrible.”
“So we thought if we watched Dazai-san for a while, we could find something useful. Like if Dazai-san likes him back, or even just what kinds of gifts he likes or something else Dad could use in his plan of attack.” After a second, Katsumi adds, “Not literal attack. Dating attack.”
“So that’s why you’re out here trying to spy on us?” Chuuya asks, now with both eyebrows raised. “So you can set Dazai up on a date with your dad?”
They nod, in near-unison.
After a second, Chuuya bursts into laughter. “That’s, pffft, the best thing I’ve heard all week!”
“We’re serious!” Sakura says. “It’s really important!”
“Don’t make fun of us,” Kosuke says. “It’s a really good secret plan, except for the part where you almost threw a knife at us.”
“Chuuya-san, can you help us?” asks Katsumi. “You’re his partner, so you must know a lot about him, right? Even something little would help…”
“Please?” the other two chorus.
Chuuya quits laughing. “I guess I know a couple things about that bas- jerk that might help you out, but…”
Sakura looks up at him with her very best hopeful expression, the one that suggests she might cry if her hopes are dashed. It’s a useful expression to perfect.
“...Fine, I’ll tell you what I know,” Chuuya says, sighing. “But you’d better not let anyone know this info came from me, alright?”
“Thank you, Chuuya-san!” They ready themselves to play close attention to this top secret reconnaissance.
Dazai’s favorite food is crab, and he gets so much chocolate on Valentine’s Day that he doesn’t pay attention to it and it’s not a good way to impress him. His favorite type of first date - that Chuuya can talk about in front of kids, anyway - would be to go stargazing. He’s weak to cats.
He definitely, one hundred percent certainly, likes Odasaku back.
“He won’t shut up about him and he hasn’t for years,” Chuuya says. “There’s no way that ass doesn’t have it bad for your dad, so don’t worry about that part.”
The kids breathe a sigh of relief.
“We don’t talk about personal stuff much, he’d just use it against me-” Chuuya scowls and starts over. “I don’t actually know much about his romantic interests. He flirts with every woman he meets but I’ve never seen him get serious with a woman.”
“That’s okay, Chuuya-san, this helps a lot,” Katsumi says, patting him on the arm.
“Tch. Don’t thank me, I’m just in it to get him to stop pining, it’s embarrassing for both of us.” Chuuya sounds pleased at the thanks, though.
There’s quiet for a few moments, before Kosuke asks, “Hey, Chuuya-san, can you tell us a cool story?”
“A story?”
Kosuke nods. “About stuff you do. You’ve gotta have done some awesome stuff, right?”
“Most of that stuff I can’t tell you, but…” Chuuya looks over at the other two, who are staring at him expectantly. “I guess I could come up with something?”
They all lean closer to hear his story.
Chuuya censors most of the violence, but it seems like he can’t come up with anything to talk about that doesn’t involve at least punching someone, if not beating them up or kicking them in the head. The kids are enraptured, and Kosuke starts providing sound effects every time one’s appropriate.
“-and then I took down those three guys without breaking a sweat,” Chuuya finishes. “They never even knew what hit ‘em.”
Kosuke is starry-eyed. “You’re so cool, Chuuya-san!”
“Of course I am,” says Chuuya. His grin is wide, and he pats Kosuke’s shoulder.
“When I’m older, I want to be as strong as you are,” Katsumi says. “Do you think I could ever be that strong?”
Chuuya thinks it over for a second. “Well… You’re not an Ability user, so you’ll never catch up to me there,” he says. At Katsumi’s dejected look, he adds, “But you could be as good a martial artist, or as good with a knife, if you work hard enough.”
Katsumi lights up again. “Would you teach me, Chuuya-san?”
“Uh-”
The sound of hurried footsteps gets all of their attention. It’s Odasaku, and the three of them practically throw themselves off the bench to hug him.
“Sorry I’m late,” he says. “I was in the middle of a mission, but I came as fast as I could. I hope they didn’t bother you?”
Chuuya shrugs. “They were just fine.”
Odasaku nods. “Thank you so much for looking after them.”
“Thank you, Chuuya-san,” the kids add, not letting go of Odasaku yet.
Chuuya looks away, seeming a tiny bit flustered. “Yeah, yeah. Get home before you get into trouble.”
“Dazai, could you put Chuuya on the line? ...Yes, I’ll hold.”
The children listen intently to Odasaku’s phone conversation, while pretending they’re not.
“I’m sorry to bother you again, but - my children want to see you.”
Audible just by the volume of Chuuya’s voice: “I’m not a damn babysitter!”
“I know,” says Odasaku calmly. “Shinji and Yu want to meet you, Kosuke says your stories are amazing, Kosuke wants to learn martial arts now, and Sakura keeps talking about how pretty your hair is. So, is there any time you might be available? ...Sunday’s fine. We’ll see you then.”
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Chuuya, Odasaku's kids, Dazai, Odasaku
Pairing(s): Odasaku/Dazai
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,940
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Odasaku’s kids enact a secret plan, and Chuuya is not a babysitter.
Notes: They're older here and no one is dead because I said so.
On the floor in the center of the room, there is a large map of Yokohama laying flat. Sitting around it, there are five people currently deep in the middle of a tense strategy meeting.
Kosuke taps on one road on the map. “This is one of the main roads through the city,” he says. “It has a sidewalk, so a lot of people pick it for walking anywhere, and there are alleys you can hide in. Dad said Dazai-san doesn’t like to drive places because it’s too ‘os-ten-ta-tious’, so he’ll definitely pick this road if he’s walking somewhere.”
Shinji looks doubtful. “We don’t know when he’s going anywhere.”
“So we’ll just have to sneak out a lot until we catch him,” Kosuke replies. “Eventually he’s gotta pass by.”
Yu says, “If we all go, we’ll make Freedom-ojisan really worried if he finds out we’re missing. Some of us should stay here just in case.”
Kosuke nods. “I’ll go, since I’m the brains of the operation. Sakura and… Katsumi, you come with me.”
“Me?” Katsumi asks with a start. “Why me?”
Kosuke narrows his eyes at him. “How old are you?”
“Twelve…”
“You’re almost a teenager, so you’ve gotta start acting more grown-up. This is for Dad, remember?” Kosuke asks.
Katsumi nods, with a little more resolution in his eyes. “I’ll… I’ll do it.”
“That’s the spirit,” Kosuke says. “We’ll make our move tonight.”
Getting out of the house isn’t so difficult. They’ve snuck out before underneath someone’s nose, for one reason or another.
Actually, it’s all too easy to reach the main walking road of Yokohama. They pick an alley that seems particularly dark and hard to be spotted in, and wait.
And wait. And wait. Occasionally people not Dazai pass by, but they’re of no use to the mission.
“I’m bored,” Katsumi says, a little too loudly. “How long have we been here?”
“Dunno,” Kosuke says. “I forgot to bring a watch.”
Katsumi grumbles. “It feels like a whole hour-”
“Shhh,” says Sakura, shoving her hands in front of Katsumi’s mouth. “Someone’s coming.”
“-fifth meeting this week,” someone says. They don’t recognize him, but Sakura immediately appreciates his stylish hat.
Their attention is mostly on Dazai next to him. They stay very, very still.
Dazai gives an exaggerated shrug. “Do you want to say no to a meeting with the boss, Chuuya? It’s technically only me who has to go, so you can spend the evening drowning your sorrows alone if you want~”
The other man - Chuuya - scowls. “Hell no.”
They keep walking, and the kids creep forward to follow the conversation.
“Your loss,” Dazai says. “You really shouldn’t complain-”
Chuuya holds up a hand to stop his words and turns around, eyes fixed on the alley where the kids are hiding. “You. Show yourselves.”
They freeze. Fear stops even their breathing for a moment.
Chuuya tsks and draws from his side - a knife that they can clearly see glint even in the darkness. “I said-”
At the same time as Dazai wrenches Chuuya’s arm back, panic catches up with all three children. They pour out of the alleyway, crying things like “please don’t kill us” and “we’re sorry” and “I’m too young to die”.
“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Dazai asks, calmly. He lets go of Chuuya’s arm. “And you should know better than to threaten kids. You’ll make me look bad as your partner.”
Chuuya grumbles under his breath as he puts the knife back. “Kids or not, they were spying.”
“They were here before us, so technically we just passed them by,” Dazai answers. “Still… It’s dangerous for kids to be out here at night, you know? Someone scarier than Chuuya might find you.”
“We’re really sorry,” says Sakura, shivering. “We won’t do it again, Dazai-san.”
“It’s fine, I just need to decide what to do with you now.” Dazai taps his chin, then lights up like he’s had a brilliant idea. “Chuuya, since you don’t have to be at the meeting anyway, you look after these three until I can get their dad to pick them up.”
Chuuya scowls. “Hell no! I’m not a babysitter! They’re old enough to get home themselves-”
“Tell me where it sounded like I was asking.” Even the kids know that’s not a nice smile on Dazai’s face.
Chuuya grumbles for a few more moments, then gives in. “Fine. But hurry up, I’m not gonna sit around all night.”
The mean smile disappears. “Don’t worry! I don’t want to subject them to you for longer than necessary anyway.”
“Who’s being subjected-?!”
Chuuya yells at Dazai until he’s out of earshot. The kids look up at him and say nothing.
Once he’s done yelling, Chuuya turns around to glower at the kids. They take a step back, and his expression softens a tiny, tiny bit. “First off, we’re not waiting in this alley. It’s a good place to get jumped. Come on.”
The nearest bench isn’t too far, and has room for all three of them if they squish together. Chuuya stands, tapping his foot impatiently.
“Now. Tell me what the hell-” Their eyes widen, and Chuuya corrects himself. “Tell me what you’re doing out here.”
The three of them look at each other. Kosuke speaks up. “We’re doing re- recona-”
“Reconnaissance?” Chuuya says.
“Yeah. That.” Kosuke looks at the other two and lowers his voice to a stage whisper even though Chuuya can definitely still hear them. “Do you think it’s okay to tell?”
“He’s Dazai-san’s partner, right? So maybe he can help,” Sakura whispers back.
“I don’t want to get stabbed,” Katsumi adds, shuddering.
Kosuke turns back to Chuuya. “We’ve decided that we can trust you with our very important, very secret plan,” he says. “But you can’t tell anyone else. Promise?”
Chuuya sighs. “I promise.”
“Pinky promise?” Sakura asks, holding up her pinky.
Chuuya looks at her with a raised eyebrow, then links his pinky with hers. “Pinky promise.”
Katsumi clears his throat. “Our dad - Odasaku - really likes Dazai-san. A whole lot.”
“It’s actually pretty gross how much he does,” Kosuke says, sticking his tongue out. “If this works they’d better not kiss in front of us.”
“Dad likes Dazai-san, but Dad won’t say anything about it to him because he doesn’t want things to change,” Sakura says. “He’s been like this for years, it’s horrible.”
“So we thought if we watched Dazai-san for a while, we could find something useful. Like if Dazai-san likes him back, or even just what kinds of gifts he likes or something else Dad could use in his plan of attack.” After a second, Katsumi adds, “Not literal attack. Dating attack.”
“So that’s why you’re out here trying to spy on us?” Chuuya asks, now with both eyebrows raised. “So you can set Dazai up on a date with your dad?”
They nod, in near-unison.
After a second, Chuuya bursts into laughter. “That’s, pffft, the best thing I’ve heard all week!”
“We’re serious!” Sakura says. “It’s really important!”
“Don’t make fun of us,” Kosuke says. “It’s a really good secret plan, except for the part where you almost threw a knife at us.”
“Chuuya-san, can you help us?” asks Katsumi. “You’re his partner, so you must know a lot about him, right? Even something little would help…”
“Please?” the other two chorus.
Chuuya quits laughing. “I guess I know a couple things about that bas- jerk that might help you out, but…”
Sakura looks up at him with her very best hopeful expression, the one that suggests she might cry if her hopes are dashed. It’s a useful expression to perfect.
“...Fine, I’ll tell you what I know,” Chuuya says, sighing. “But you’d better not let anyone know this info came from me, alright?”
“Thank you, Chuuya-san!” They ready themselves to play close attention to this top secret reconnaissance.
Dazai’s favorite food is crab, and he gets so much chocolate on Valentine’s Day that he doesn’t pay attention to it and it’s not a good way to impress him. His favorite type of first date - that Chuuya can talk about in front of kids, anyway - would be to go stargazing. He’s weak to cats.
He definitely, one hundred percent certainly, likes Odasaku back.
“He won’t shut up about him and he hasn’t for years,” Chuuya says. “There’s no way that ass doesn’t have it bad for your dad, so don’t worry about that part.”
The kids breathe a sigh of relief.
“We don’t talk about personal stuff much, he’d just use it against me-” Chuuya scowls and starts over. “I don’t actually know much about his romantic interests. He flirts with every woman he meets but I’ve never seen him get serious with a woman.”
“That’s okay, Chuuya-san, this helps a lot,” Katsumi says, patting him on the arm.
“Tch. Don’t thank me, I’m just in it to get him to stop pining, it’s embarrassing for both of us.” Chuuya sounds pleased at the thanks, though.
There’s quiet for a few moments, before Kosuke asks, “Hey, Chuuya-san, can you tell us a cool story?”
“A story?”
Kosuke nods. “About stuff you do. You’ve gotta have done some awesome stuff, right?”
“Most of that stuff I can’t tell you, but…” Chuuya looks over at the other two, who are staring at him expectantly. “I guess I could come up with something?”
They all lean closer to hear his story.
Chuuya censors most of the violence, but it seems like he can’t come up with anything to talk about that doesn’t involve at least punching someone, if not beating them up or kicking them in the head. The kids are enraptured, and Kosuke starts providing sound effects every time one’s appropriate.
“-and then I took down those three guys without breaking a sweat,” Chuuya finishes. “They never even knew what hit ‘em.”
Kosuke is starry-eyed. “You’re so cool, Chuuya-san!”
“Of course I am,” says Chuuya. His grin is wide, and he pats Kosuke’s shoulder.
“When I’m older, I want to be as strong as you are,” Katsumi says. “Do you think I could ever be that strong?”
Chuuya thinks it over for a second. “Well… You’re not an Ability user, so you’ll never catch up to me there,” he says. At Katsumi’s dejected look, he adds, “But you could be as good a martial artist, or as good with a knife, if you work hard enough.”
Katsumi lights up again. “Would you teach me, Chuuya-san?”
“Uh-”
The sound of hurried footsteps gets all of their attention. It’s Odasaku, and the three of them practically throw themselves off the bench to hug him.
“Sorry I’m late,” he says. “I was in the middle of a mission, but I came as fast as I could. I hope they didn’t bother you?”
Chuuya shrugs. “They were just fine.”
Odasaku nods. “Thank you so much for looking after them.”
“Thank you, Chuuya-san,” the kids add, not letting go of Odasaku yet.
Chuuya looks away, seeming a tiny bit flustered. “Yeah, yeah. Get home before you get into trouble.”
“Dazai, could you put Chuuya on the line? ...Yes, I’ll hold.”
The children listen intently to Odasaku’s phone conversation, while pretending they’re not.
“I’m sorry to bother you again, but - my children want to see you.”
Audible just by the volume of Chuuya’s voice: “I’m not a damn babysitter!”
“I know,” says Odasaku calmly. “Shinji and Yu want to meet you, Kosuke says your stories are amazing, Kosuke wants to learn martial arts now, and Sakura keeps talking about how pretty your hair is. So, is there any time you might be available? ...Sunday’s fine. We’ll see you then.”