Her panting breaths break through the silence, and each heartbeat pounds through her ears. Ineko furiously wipes the blood from her brow before it can trickle into her eyes. She adjusts her grip on the two large truck tires stacked on top of each other and proceeds to haul them across the track.

"Tch. Shitty chibi-chan," she hisses under her breath, making sure no one else- specifically a certain short executive- overhears. Dazai looks at her as she mumbles between breaths, raising an eyebrow in amusement as he supervises her punishment with Odasaku.

Both men are silent as they are consumed by their thoughts, paying no heed to the foul mouthed female who is currently serving her punishment from Chuuya for not heeding the plan they were supposed to carry out for infiltration. Mori didn't care, since he got the result he wanted, and Mori doesn't care if more lives are taken than necessary, so he didn't dish out a beating. Chuuya, on the other hand, hates what Ineko is, and hates how she doesn't heed orders. Dazai and Odasaku both agree than she needs discipline. 

Ineko suddenly cries out as the huge tires she is carrying falls onto her back and crushes her. She knows that it will leave a large bruise along her spine, courtesy to the throbbing and the fact that she can barely breathe. The loose strands of hair stick to her face from the sweat and blood, and her eyes burn from the fluids that accidentally went in her eye. 

"Angelic shit! Help me!" She yells at Odasaku who looks conflicted, but Dazai walks up to her and bends down, eye smiling down at her crushed body. 

"Iie. You're on your own," his dark brown irises darken even more as he lifts a foot, his hands stuffed casually in his pockets, and drops his foot onto the tires. Ineko cries out again, swearing profusely. Her hands reach out to nothing, and slam back down on the ground, the tips her her fingers bleeding as she scrapes them across the ground. 

"You're supposed to be my fucking friend, Dazshit," she hisses, but to no avail. Dazai just whistles as he presses his foot harder, adding unbearable weight onto her back. After a couple of excruciating moments, he lifts his foot off and walks back to Odasaku who looks serenely at the two.

"Tch. You're not angelic at all," Ineko grumbles, glaring at Odasaku for not helping. She painfully gets on her knees, panting before standing up slowly and continuing the process of hauling the tires. She casts another glance at their direction but immediately ducks her head after, shaking the sweat out of her eyes. She hates the look Oda holds. He's disappointed in her, and though she can't read Dazai, she knows he's not happy either.

"'Cause I killed all those people, right?" She mutters to herself. "Unnecessary killing, huh." She grumbles to herself more but focuses back onto the lugging of tires. 

Dazai leans against a pillar and reminisces their mission.

Gunshots. That wasn't supposed to happen. There's a large crowd, and hoarse screams of a man full the air.

"Akutagawa," Dazai snaps, "investigate that. Don't draw attention at all," He orders. Akutagawa bobs his head and jogs off, his eyes wide with sickening euphoria at the smell of blood.

Dazai's hands are in his pockets as he strolls along the disgusting alleyways where idiots who ruined their lives are begging for that little bit more powder, and even more disgusting sellers are prowling along the streets.

He doesn't worry about Akutagawa. There was only one gunshot, and Akutagawa is basically bulletproof with his ability anyway. Dazai is knocked to his senses as he hears a familiar voice hiss his name.

"Eh? Chuu~ya~" Dazai coos, "where is-"

"-I don't fucking know," Chuuya hisses and bangs his fist against his forehead twice before straightening up. Dazai looks down at his shorter companion as they walk together. A sudden bout of gunshots from the direction of the large crowd makes them wary. Chuuya doesn't respond to Dazai's constant witty remarks. He's too preoccupied being worried.

"Worried for her?" Dazai slides his eyes towards Chuuya, still walking leisurely towards the large crowd. 

Chuuya snorts. "As if." Dazai doesn't press the matter. Both of them know that they are worried for the ex-pirate, who is yet to learn how to control her temper. 

The two executives sight Akutagawa's Rashoumon, it's tentacle-like rods arching high before plummeting towards the ground and severing plenty of heartstrings and heads. They can see strands of ash blond hair escaping the already messy bun as the girl shoots bullets wildly into the crowd. Chuuya spits on the ground. His worry for her died down when he saw the blood lust in her eyes. 

"I hate what she is," Chuuya snarls. Dazai only sighs.  

"She was raised like this. Her parent's were like this. Of course she'd become who they were." 

"I'm going to teach her a lesson." Chuuya growls and his fist clenches. They both start jogging, but the massacre had already ended. "She's going to be in deep shit." 

"Ineko Sata's such a pain," Odasaku seemingly reads Dazai's mind. "She's going to become her own murderer." 

Dazai tucks his hands into his pockets and swivels his head back up to the girl, who oblivious to what is in store for her.  

"That would be interesting to see." 

He smirks.