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New Arrivals
Title: New Arrivals
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs + Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): BSD Atsushi, BSD Kyouka, BunAru Chuuya, BunAru Ango, BunAru Dazai, BunAru Oda, Musha, Takiji, Shigeharu, Sunao
Pairing(s): BunAru Chuuya/BSD Atsushi
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Word Count: 1,630
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: The authors, as well as Atsushi and Kyouka, prepare to find new writers.
Notes: More Tiger Songs/library AU.
“You want to know why Dazai and Oda got kicked out of the library for the day?” Chuuya asks, when Atsushi inquires about it. “Well, I guess you wouldn’t pay much attention to the summoning room, but they were making so much of a fuss that the librarian told them to get out and do something useful.”
“Do they do that often?” Atsushi asks. While he can certainly see those two causing problems, he hasn’t noticed them being ordered out of the library before.
“Nah. Today’s a special case, ‘cause we’re trying to find somebody specific,” Chuuya replies. “Sakaguchi Ango.”
Atsushi feels like he might have heard that name in passing on his own world, but he can’t put a face to it. “One of their friends?”
“Friends isn’t wrong, but it doesn’t really cover it either. See…” Chuuya takes a moment to think. “The three of them, they’re the decadent school of writers. Sometimes there are other people grouped in with them as a literary movement, but mainly it’s just those three. Yeah, they’re friends, and they hung out together when they were alive, but they get each other more than most friends do. Having just two out of a group of three, I can’t blame them for getting antsy.” He snorts. “Still doesn’t mean they have to start rioting when that asshole doesn’t show up right away.”
“Did you know him?” Atsushi asks, because Chuuya generally doesn’t refer to people he’s never met as assholes.
“A little. We drank together a couple times. He’s a pain in the ass to deal with. If he doesn’t come, that’s fine with me.” Chuuya glances in the direction of the summoning room with a softer expression. “...But I don’t mind if he comes, either.”
The next day, Atsushi finds Dazai and Oda with their arms around the shoulders of a man he hasn’t seen before, but can instantly tell is Ango. He just naturally seems to fill the space between them, when Atsushi hadn’t realized before that anything was even missing there.
Chuuya’s also there, but he’s standing a distance away and not saying anything. Atsushi approaches him, and silently nudges him in the side.
“What?” Chuuya asks. When Atsushi nods towards Ango, Chuuya scowls. “I’m not gonna interrupt them! Let him talk to his friends first, it’s not like we’re-”
“Oi, Chuuya!” Ango says with a wide grin, separating from the other decadents. “Did you get taller?”
“You’re just bad at judging heights, asshole!” Chuuya snaps back. “‘A hundred and forty centimeters’, do I look like a goddamn midget to you?”
Atsushi thinks it would probably be better not to answer that question.
Ango thinks so too, apparently, because when he approaches, he just takes off Chuuya’s hat to ruffle his hair. “Good to see you.”
Chuuya grumbles and curses, but he doesn’t fight against the affectionate gesture, and that’s more telling than anything else.
Then Ango looks to Atsushi. “And who’s this?”
Atsushi flusters - it’s been a while since he’d had to introduce himself to anyone in the library, and it’ll be harder this time to convince someone of who he is and where he’s from, since Ango doesn’t know that Chuuya was missing for months. “I, um…”
Dazai rescues him, sort of. “That’s Atsushi, he’s Chuuya’s boyfriend.”
“Nakajima Atsushi, no relation to the writer, except kinda sorta, long story, we’ll tell ya later,” Oda says. “He’s here to do library clerk stuff, and to make Chuuya act super cute around him~”
Chuuya’s face turns bright red, but he doesn’t deny it, and that’s telling too.
Ango’s grin gets even wider. “Is that right? Thanks for taking care of him, Atsushi. He’s a disaster, and not even a junior delinquent, but he’s not a bad guy.”
Atsushi’s only reply is a mumbled, “He’s the one taking care of me.”
Sometime after the special research for Ango, another special research mission begins. Kyouka doesn’t recognize the name ‘Arishima Takeo’, but since everyone is so different here, it wouldn’t matter if she did.
The librarian points her to Musha when she asks about the author they’re looking for, and so she visits the art room to find Musha painting. Compared to his usual self, he’s visibly tense, and his painting looks mostly unfinished.
“Kyouka, did you come to paint with me?” Musha asks.
She shakes her head. “I wanted to know about Arishima Takeo, and the librarian said you would know.”
Musha sets his paintbrush down and turns to face her. “I know all about him! Because we’re friends. He’s one of the members of the White Birch School, but more importantly he’s a wonderful person! He worries too much and doesn’t open up properly because he’s so kind and doesn’t want to worry other people. It’s good that he’s so kind, but I wish he’d rely on me and the rest more...”
The troubled expression on Musha’s face is one Kyouka’s never seen him wear before. “...Musha, you lived to be very old, especially for the times. So he must have died before you.”
Musha nods, fidgeting with his jacket. “He was forty-five.”
Very few things distress Musha, and Kyouka knows that dying a natural death at what she would consider a relatively young age isn’t all that awful to people who are used to things being that way. So… “He didn’t die of disease.”
Musha shakes his head silently.
“...Was it like with Kobayashi?” She hasn’t heard many details about that, but ‘tortured to death by the police’ is more than enough.
Musha shakes his head again. “It was more like with Dazai.”
Oh. Kyouka hesitates, then steps forward to put a hand on Musha’s shoulder in what she hopes is a comforting way. “...I’m sure you’ll support him this time.”
“I will,” says Musha. He puts a hand over hers, and says again with more confidence, “I will!”
When Kyouka first meets Arishima, he’s being shown around the library by Musha and Shiga on either side of him. Musha’s eyes are sparkling, and when he nods to Kyouka and says, “And this is my friend Kyouka!” Kyouka thinks her eyes might have lit up too, just a little.
There was an instance of a single book going from fine to deeply corrupted overnight before, during the time while Chuuya was missing and Atsushi and Kyouka hadn’t yet arrived - that’s how Kouda Rohan came to the library. It’s happening again, this time to a different book: “The Sunless Street” by Tokunaga Sunao.
This time Kyouka doesn’t have to ask who would know about him, because Kobayashi radiates worry and frustration and Nakano is visibly upset when he rarely lets any of his feelings show. She isn’t sure if she should ask, given the kind of history those two have with their writing.
But she doesn’t want to sit by and do nothing, either. It’s impossible for her to enter a book and fight the Taints, because she’s a being made of flesh and blood. Demon Snow can technically enter a book, but as she can’t see through her ability’s eyes, it wouldn’t be much help. So she can only assist from this side.
Kobayashi and Nakano are pushing themselves to purify the Taints as quickly as possible, but even authors get tired. No matter how well they’re fed or how much ink is used to purify them, eventually they’re too worn out to fight effectively. They’ve been arguing to be put back on missions, but it’s a hard no until they’ve recovered.
Kyouka fetches something she’d been saving from her room and returns to the dining room, where Kobayashi and Nakano are slumping in their seats. Carefully, she sets the bowl down in front of Kobayashi - herbal medicine.
Kobayashi blinks at the bowl, then at her. “Where did you get this?”
“The librarian bought it for me, because I can’t be fixed with ink and I don’t heal as quickly as Atsushi does. At home Yosano-sensei would have healed me, but here I need to use normal medicine. I was saving it, but...” She pushes the bowl closer to Kobayashi. “There should be enough for both of you.”
“I can’t accept this,” Nakano says, and Kobayashi nods in agreement. “These are for you. We’ll both be fine with a little rest, but you could get seriously hurt.”
“...But you already fought so hard to get your books out there, even knowing you could die for it. Your friend, too.” She doesn’t know Tokunaga, but she’s sure of it. “So being forgotten would be worse than dying.”
The two writers hesitate a moment longer.
“I won’t get hurt shelving books,” Kyouka adds.
Finally, Kobayashi says, “Thank you. I’ll pay you back for this later.”
When later that day, a new writer does emerge from the previously-tainted book, he’s much younger-looking than Kyouka expected. His grin is wide as he says to the two authors holding onto his arms, “Geeze, yer actin’ like I’ll disappear if ya let go!”
“We’ll let go of you eventually,” Nakano says, breathless.
“Maybe in an hour,” Kobayashi adds, and Kyouka has no idea if he’s joking or not.
“I’m happy for you,” Kyouka says when the chain of authors comes near her. And she really is - she rarely sees those two smile so genuinely.
“Thank you,” Nakano says, inclining his head. “Thank you so much for your help.”
“Hey, innit anybody gonna introduce me?” Tokunaga asks.
“Oh - Kyouka, this is Tokunaga Sunao, our comrade,” Kobayashi replies. “Sunao, Kyouka is a kindred spirit of ours.”
“That so? Then-” Tokunaga turns his sunny smile, almost blindingly bright, onto Kyouka. “That means yer a kindred spirit of mine too! Nice ta meetcha!”
The warmth Kyouka’s feeling now is more than worth the price of a bowl of medicine.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs + Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): BSD Atsushi, BSD Kyouka, BunAru Chuuya, BunAru Ango, BunAru Dazai, BunAru Oda, Musha, Takiji, Shigeharu, Sunao
Pairing(s): BunAru Chuuya/BSD Atsushi
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Word Count: 1,630
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: The authors, as well as Atsushi and Kyouka, prepare to find new writers.
Notes: More Tiger Songs/library AU.
“You want to know why Dazai and Oda got kicked out of the library for the day?” Chuuya asks, when Atsushi inquires about it. “Well, I guess you wouldn’t pay much attention to the summoning room, but they were making so much of a fuss that the librarian told them to get out and do something useful.”
“Do they do that often?” Atsushi asks. While he can certainly see those two causing problems, he hasn’t noticed them being ordered out of the library before.
“Nah. Today’s a special case, ‘cause we’re trying to find somebody specific,” Chuuya replies. “Sakaguchi Ango.”
Atsushi feels like he might have heard that name in passing on his own world, but he can’t put a face to it. “One of their friends?”
“Friends isn’t wrong, but it doesn’t really cover it either. See…” Chuuya takes a moment to think. “The three of them, they’re the decadent school of writers. Sometimes there are other people grouped in with them as a literary movement, but mainly it’s just those three. Yeah, they’re friends, and they hung out together when they were alive, but they get each other more than most friends do. Having just two out of a group of three, I can’t blame them for getting antsy.” He snorts. “Still doesn’t mean they have to start rioting when that asshole doesn’t show up right away.”
“Did you know him?” Atsushi asks, because Chuuya generally doesn’t refer to people he’s never met as assholes.
“A little. We drank together a couple times. He’s a pain in the ass to deal with. If he doesn’t come, that’s fine with me.” Chuuya glances in the direction of the summoning room with a softer expression. “...But I don’t mind if he comes, either.”
The next day, Atsushi finds Dazai and Oda with their arms around the shoulders of a man he hasn’t seen before, but can instantly tell is Ango. He just naturally seems to fill the space between them, when Atsushi hadn’t realized before that anything was even missing there.
Chuuya’s also there, but he’s standing a distance away and not saying anything. Atsushi approaches him, and silently nudges him in the side.
“What?” Chuuya asks. When Atsushi nods towards Ango, Chuuya scowls. “I’m not gonna interrupt them! Let him talk to his friends first, it’s not like we’re-”
“Oi, Chuuya!” Ango says with a wide grin, separating from the other decadents. “Did you get taller?”
“You’re just bad at judging heights, asshole!” Chuuya snaps back. “‘A hundred and forty centimeters’, do I look like a goddamn midget to you?”
Atsushi thinks it would probably be better not to answer that question.
Ango thinks so too, apparently, because when he approaches, he just takes off Chuuya’s hat to ruffle his hair. “Good to see you.”
Chuuya grumbles and curses, but he doesn’t fight against the affectionate gesture, and that’s more telling than anything else.
Then Ango looks to Atsushi. “And who’s this?”
Atsushi flusters - it’s been a while since he’d had to introduce himself to anyone in the library, and it’ll be harder this time to convince someone of who he is and where he’s from, since Ango doesn’t know that Chuuya was missing for months. “I, um…”
Dazai rescues him, sort of. “That’s Atsushi, he’s Chuuya’s boyfriend.”
“Nakajima Atsushi, no relation to the writer, except kinda sorta, long story, we’ll tell ya later,” Oda says. “He’s here to do library clerk stuff, and to make Chuuya act super cute around him~”
Chuuya’s face turns bright red, but he doesn’t deny it, and that’s telling too.
Ango’s grin gets even wider. “Is that right? Thanks for taking care of him, Atsushi. He’s a disaster, and not even a junior delinquent, but he’s not a bad guy.”
Atsushi’s only reply is a mumbled, “He’s the one taking care of me.”
Sometime after the special research for Ango, another special research mission begins. Kyouka doesn’t recognize the name ‘Arishima Takeo’, but since everyone is so different here, it wouldn’t matter if she did.
The librarian points her to Musha when she asks about the author they’re looking for, and so she visits the art room to find Musha painting. Compared to his usual self, he’s visibly tense, and his painting looks mostly unfinished.
“Kyouka, did you come to paint with me?” Musha asks.
She shakes her head. “I wanted to know about Arishima Takeo, and the librarian said you would know.”
Musha sets his paintbrush down and turns to face her. “I know all about him! Because we’re friends. He’s one of the members of the White Birch School, but more importantly he’s a wonderful person! He worries too much and doesn’t open up properly because he’s so kind and doesn’t want to worry other people. It’s good that he’s so kind, but I wish he’d rely on me and the rest more...”
The troubled expression on Musha’s face is one Kyouka’s never seen him wear before. “...Musha, you lived to be very old, especially for the times. So he must have died before you.”
Musha nods, fidgeting with his jacket. “He was forty-five.”
Very few things distress Musha, and Kyouka knows that dying a natural death at what she would consider a relatively young age isn’t all that awful to people who are used to things being that way. So… “He didn’t die of disease.”
Musha shakes his head silently.
“...Was it like with Kobayashi?” She hasn’t heard many details about that, but ‘tortured to death by the police’ is more than enough.
Musha shakes his head again. “It was more like with Dazai.”
Oh. Kyouka hesitates, then steps forward to put a hand on Musha’s shoulder in what she hopes is a comforting way. “...I’m sure you’ll support him this time.”
“I will,” says Musha. He puts a hand over hers, and says again with more confidence, “I will!”
When Kyouka first meets Arishima, he’s being shown around the library by Musha and Shiga on either side of him. Musha’s eyes are sparkling, and when he nods to Kyouka and says, “And this is my friend Kyouka!” Kyouka thinks her eyes might have lit up too, just a little.
There was an instance of a single book going from fine to deeply corrupted overnight before, during the time while Chuuya was missing and Atsushi and Kyouka hadn’t yet arrived - that’s how Kouda Rohan came to the library. It’s happening again, this time to a different book: “The Sunless Street” by Tokunaga Sunao.
This time Kyouka doesn’t have to ask who would know about him, because Kobayashi radiates worry and frustration and Nakano is visibly upset when he rarely lets any of his feelings show. She isn’t sure if she should ask, given the kind of history those two have with their writing.
But she doesn’t want to sit by and do nothing, either. It’s impossible for her to enter a book and fight the Taints, because she’s a being made of flesh and blood. Demon Snow can technically enter a book, but as she can’t see through her ability’s eyes, it wouldn’t be much help. So she can only assist from this side.
Kobayashi and Nakano are pushing themselves to purify the Taints as quickly as possible, but even authors get tired. No matter how well they’re fed or how much ink is used to purify them, eventually they’re too worn out to fight effectively. They’ve been arguing to be put back on missions, but it’s a hard no until they’ve recovered.
Kyouka fetches something she’d been saving from her room and returns to the dining room, where Kobayashi and Nakano are slumping in their seats. Carefully, she sets the bowl down in front of Kobayashi - herbal medicine.
Kobayashi blinks at the bowl, then at her. “Where did you get this?”
“The librarian bought it for me, because I can’t be fixed with ink and I don’t heal as quickly as Atsushi does. At home Yosano-sensei would have healed me, but here I need to use normal medicine. I was saving it, but...” She pushes the bowl closer to Kobayashi. “There should be enough for both of you.”
“I can’t accept this,” Nakano says, and Kobayashi nods in agreement. “These are for you. We’ll both be fine with a little rest, but you could get seriously hurt.”
“...But you already fought so hard to get your books out there, even knowing you could die for it. Your friend, too.” She doesn’t know Tokunaga, but she’s sure of it. “So being forgotten would be worse than dying.”
The two writers hesitate a moment longer.
“I won’t get hurt shelving books,” Kyouka adds.
Finally, Kobayashi says, “Thank you. I’ll pay you back for this later.”
When later that day, a new writer does emerge from the previously-tainted book, he’s much younger-looking than Kyouka expected. His grin is wide as he says to the two authors holding onto his arms, “Geeze, yer actin’ like I’ll disappear if ya let go!”
“We’ll let go of you eventually,” Nakano says, breathless.
“Maybe in an hour,” Kobayashi adds, and Kyouka has no idea if he’s joking or not.
“I’m happy for you,” Kyouka says when the chain of authors comes near her. And she really is - she rarely sees those two smile so genuinely.
“Thank you,” Nakano says, inclining his head. “Thank you so much for your help.”
“Hey, innit anybody gonna introduce me?” Tokunaga asks.
“Oh - Kyouka, this is Tokunaga Sunao, our comrade,” Kobayashi replies. “Sunao, Kyouka is a kindred spirit of ours.”
“That so? Then-” Tokunaga turns his sunny smile, almost blindingly bright, onto Kyouka. “That means yer a kindred spirit of mine too! Nice ta meetcha!”
The warmth Kyouka’s feeling now is more than worth the price of a bowl of medicine.