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ragtime reason and rhyme
Title: ragtime reason and rhyme
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Dazai, Odasaku
Pairing(s): Dazai/Odasaku
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Odasaku helps keep Dazai entertained on a mission.
Notes: Who really cares what the mission is.
This is a nice party and all, but Dazai is bored, bored, bored.
The food’s as good as you’d expect from an upscale party like this, which is to say that it’s fancier and more expensive than it needs to be just to show off that the hosts can afford to cater that way. None of the people here, mafia are otherwise, are people he feels like talking to. The music is nice - Dazai certainly doesn’t dislike swing - but it gets same-y after a while when you’re not dancing to it.
And he’s going to be here a while. There’s another hour before he actually gets to do what he came here for, and then he can finally go home.
Ugh, was it really necessary that an executive be present? He gets that this operation is important and requires supervision, but surely someone lower in the ranks could have handled it? He could have been sleeping right now, or-
Dazai catches sight of someone standing near the door, and his view of the situation suddenly turns a little rosier. He sidles over to where Odasaku is watching the party.
“Dazai,” Odasaku says. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“I didn’t know you’d be here either,” Dazai replies. “You’re too low for security in an operation like this, so…?”
Odasaku waves a paper. “I’m supposed to report in if someone not on the guest list or in the mafia arrives. That’s all.”
“Hmm… Well, it’s past fashionably late now, isn’t it? So no one will notice if you leave your post,” Dazai says.
Odasaku looks doubtful.
“I’ll get one of the security agents to do it for you for a while,” Dazai says with a shrug. “Just long enough for you to keep me from dying of boredom. Look-”
He finds a security agent and scares them half to death by sneaking up on them and tapping on their shoulder. “I need you to watch the door and come tell me if someone else comes in,” he says, when they whirl on him. “That’s simple enough that you can do it, right?”
The mafioso - Dazai doesn’t know his name and he doesn’t care - nods, and Dazai returns to Odasaku’s side.
“Thank you,” Odasaku says. “...What do you want to talk about?”
“You look good in a suit.” Everyone here is dressed in suits or formal dresses, but Odasaku’s the one who jumps out at him as being handsome this way. “The pink tie is a nice touch.”
“I had the kids vote on color,” Odasaku replies. “Sakura is surprisingly persuasive. They wanted me to get a kitten pattern, but I had to veto that one.”
The idea of Odasaku showing up to official mafia business in a cat pattern tie makes Dazai chuckle. He looks out over the milling partygoers, then to the middle of the room. “Hey, Odasaku. Dance with me.”
“Are you sure?” Odasaku asks. “You shouldn’t be fraternizing with a low-ranking member in public.”
“I’m blending in,” Dazai says, “and you’re helping me with my infiltration. It’s weird if you go to a party like this and don’t dance once, and I can’t risk looking weird, can I?”
Odasaku puffs a sigh. “You always look a little weird, Dazai. ...But I’ll dance with you.”
“Great!” Dazai tugs him over to the edge of the dance floor with no resistance. “I assume you know something?”
“I can do the Charleston,” Odasaku replies. “Not much besides that.”
“Works for me. You lead.” At Odasaku’s questioning look, Dazai says, “You’re taller.” He sets a hand near Odasaku’s shoulder.
“Oh, right.” Odasaku does the same, taking Dazai’s other hand lightly. “Ready?”
“Born ready.”
Dancing is a little awkward. It’s the first time they’ve danced together, so it takes a minute for them to get used to each other’s steps and not end up taking too large or small ones and messing up the pattern.
But eventually they adjust. Dazai’s aware that other people are watching them - mostly other mafia members - but he couldn’t possibly care less. Odasaku’s hand is warm with their fingers interlaced, and something about the repetitive motion of their steps is soothing.
“We should do this more often,” he says.
“There’s not much room for it at the bar,” Odasaku replies.
Dazai tries not to pout. “Then we should go somewhere else and dance together.”
Odasaku considers that for a few seconds. “I don’t know where we could get away with it,” he says, “but I’d like to.”
“I’ll find a way,” Dazai says, and smiles an honest smile.
He’s Dazai Osamu, executive in the Port Mafia, and no one dares stand in his way when he wants something. It’s just that he hardly ever actually wants something.
He wants this, he realizes. This closeness with someone he cares about, with nothing else to focus on or bother him. It’s nice, and it distracts him from the boredom of work and of everyday life. And-
Odasaku is smiling back at him, a rare and pure expression that Dazai knows he’s lucky to see.
Dazai wants that too.
The song ends, and the phone in Dazai’s pocket chooses that exact time to buzz. Dazai scowls and separates from Odasaku, fishing the phone out.
“This had better be important,” he says into the phone, not bothering to hide his irritation.
“S-sir, they’re moving earlier than expected-” He hears the agent gulp. “We need you as soon as possible.”
Dazai sighs. “You can’t manage one tiny operation by yourself? Fine, I’ll be there.” He shuts his phone before he can hear the usual stammered apologies, and turns back to Odasaku.
“You should go,” Odasaku says, as understanding as always. “Thank you for dancing with me. I had fun.”
“We’ll do this again,” Dazai says. “I’ll make sure of it.” He will, because it’s something he wants and there’s nothing else worth pursuing in this world than the brief glimpses of happiness he’s given.
Reluctantly, he leaves Odasaku behind, and gets to work.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Dazai, Odasaku
Pairing(s): Dazai/Odasaku
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Odasaku helps keep Dazai entertained on a mission.
Notes: Who really cares what the mission is.
This is a nice party and all, but Dazai is bored, bored, bored.
The food’s as good as you’d expect from an upscale party like this, which is to say that it’s fancier and more expensive than it needs to be just to show off that the hosts can afford to cater that way. None of the people here, mafia are otherwise, are people he feels like talking to. The music is nice - Dazai certainly doesn’t dislike swing - but it gets same-y after a while when you’re not dancing to it.
And he’s going to be here a while. There’s another hour before he actually gets to do what he came here for, and then he can finally go home.
Ugh, was it really necessary that an executive be present? He gets that this operation is important and requires supervision, but surely someone lower in the ranks could have handled it? He could have been sleeping right now, or-
Dazai catches sight of someone standing near the door, and his view of the situation suddenly turns a little rosier. He sidles over to where Odasaku is watching the party.
“Dazai,” Odasaku says. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“I didn’t know you’d be here either,” Dazai replies. “You’re too low for security in an operation like this, so…?”
Odasaku waves a paper. “I’m supposed to report in if someone not on the guest list or in the mafia arrives. That’s all.”
“Hmm… Well, it’s past fashionably late now, isn’t it? So no one will notice if you leave your post,” Dazai says.
Odasaku looks doubtful.
“I’ll get one of the security agents to do it for you for a while,” Dazai says with a shrug. “Just long enough for you to keep me from dying of boredom. Look-”
He finds a security agent and scares them half to death by sneaking up on them and tapping on their shoulder. “I need you to watch the door and come tell me if someone else comes in,” he says, when they whirl on him. “That’s simple enough that you can do it, right?”
The mafioso - Dazai doesn’t know his name and he doesn’t care - nods, and Dazai returns to Odasaku’s side.
“Thank you,” Odasaku says. “...What do you want to talk about?”
“You look good in a suit.” Everyone here is dressed in suits or formal dresses, but Odasaku’s the one who jumps out at him as being handsome this way. “The pink tie is a nice touch.”
“I had the kids vote on color,” Odasaku replies. “Sakura is surprisingly persuasive. They wanted me to get a kitten pattern, but I had to veto that one.”
The idea of Odasaku showing up to official mafia business in a cat pattern tie makes Dazai chuckle. He looks out over the milling partygoers, then to the middle of the room. “Hey, Odasaku. Dance with me.”
“Are you sure?” Odasaku asks. “You shouldn’t be fraternizing with a low-ranking member in public.”
“I’m blending in,” Dazai says, “and you’re helping me with my infiltration. It’s weird if you go to a party like this and don’t dance once, and I can’t risk looking weird, can I?”
Odasaku puffs a sigh. “You always look a little weird, Dazai. ...But I’ll dance with you.”
“Great!” Dazai tugs him over to the edge of the dance floor with no resistance. “I assume you know something?”
“I can do the Charleston,” Odasaku replies. “Not much besides that.”
“Works for me. You lead.” At Odasaku’s questioning look, Dazai says, “You’re taller.” He sets a hand near Odasaku’s shoulder.
“Oh, right.” Odasaku does the same, taking Dazai’s other hand lightly. “Ready?”
“Born ready.”
Dancing is a little awkward. It’s the first time they’ve danced together, so it takes a minute for them to get used to each other’s steps and not end up taking too large or small ones and messing up the pattern.
But eventually they adjust. Dazai’s aware that other people are watching them - mostly other mafia members - but he couldn’t possibly care less. Odasaku’s hand is warm with their fingers interlaced, and something about the repetitive motion of their steps is soothing.
“We should do this more often,” he says.
“There’s not much room for it at the bar,” Odasaku replies.
Dazai tries not to pout. “Then we should go somewhere else and dance together.”
Odasaku considers that for a few seconds. “I don’t know where we could get away with it,” he says, “but I’d like to.”
“I’ll find a way,” Dazai says, and smiles an honest smile.
He’s Dazai Osamu, executive in the Port Mafia, and no one dares stand in his way when he wants something. It’s just that he hardly ever actually wants something.
He wants this, he realizes. This closeness with someone he cares about, with nothing else to focus on or bother him. It’s nice, and it distracts him from the boredom of work and of everyday life. And-
Odasaku is smiling back at him, a rare and pure expression that Dazai knows he’s lucky to see.
Dazai wants that too.
The song ends, and the phone in Dazai’s pocket chooses that exact time to buzz. Dazai scowls and separates from Odasaku, fishing the phone out.
“This had better be important,” he says into the phone, not bothering to hide his irritation.
“S-sir, they’re moving earlier than expected-” He hears the agent gulp. “We need you as soon as possible.”
Dazai sighs. “You can’t manage one tiny operation by yourself? Fine, I’ll be there.” He shuts his phone before he can hear the usual stammered apologies, and turns back to Odasaku.
“You should go,” Odasaku says, as understanding as always. “Thank you for dancing with me. I had fun.”
“We’ll do this again,” Dazai says. “I’ll make sure of it.” He will, because it’s something he wants and there’s nothing else worth pursuing in this world than the brief glimpses of happiness he’s given.
Reluctantly, he leaves Odasaku behind, and gets to work.