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THE PLANE TO yorknew city screeched to a stop and passengers flowed out like a river. you gripped dazai's bandages like a leash so you wouldn't lose him in the large crowd.

"y/nnnn, i'm hungry. let's go get chipotle."

"dazai, you know damn well that shit gives you diarrhea."

"exactly! i can eat until my stomach is going to pop and then i can poop it all out. then i can hopefully die of dehydration!"

you grimaced in disgust "okay, i'm leaving you here—"

"NO, I'M SORRY!!"

"EXACTLY, SO SHUT UP!"

people were now giving you and dazai worried glances and stares. who could blame them?

"alright dazai, let's call a cab and find a hotel near the auction site."

the vibrant, yellow cab pull over and drove to your desired destination. there was a hotel about twenty minutes away from the auction site so you and dazai— scratch that— you decided to book a room for nine nights to be sure.

checking in went smoothly if you leave out the part where dazai asked the receptionist for their hand in double suicide. naturally, you apologized and dragged dazai away.

you found your room and slid the keycard, opening the abnormally large hotel room.

'yorknew city hotel rooms are big as hell.'

everything in the hotel room before your eyes landed on the bed. not beds. bed. only one. uno. your eyes nearly popped out of your eyes sockets. there sits a queen size bed. white pillows and sheets waiting to be slept in.

"y/n? what's up..." dazai's eyes followed your line of vision until his eyes also landed on the singular bed. he owlishly blinked and turned to you with a smile.

"SLEEPOVER!!"

"GAH, NO THANKS, I'M SLEEPING ON THE COUCH—"

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white covers encased your body in the bed. a pair of arms refusing to let you go.

how did you get into this position? well let's take a trip down memory lane...

a few hours prior...

you glanced at the clock on the night stand. it read: september 5th, 12:23 AM.

"alright dazai, wash up first and go straight to bed. i'll sleep on the couch or something"

dazai's somewhat tired self didn't object as he sluggishly made his way to the bathroom.

'he's really jet lagged, huh'

you flopped on the chair and waited for dazai to finish his very long shower. your mind wandered as you thought of the occurrences you encountered during the hunter exam.

'did gon manage to rescue killua? they didn't text or call so i guess he didn't? but then again, gon probably doesn't have a cell phone yet.'

your seemingly never ending thoughts was interrupted by dazai's sing song voice. "ahh~ y/n, i feel so refreshed! i'm not even tired anymore! let's go to a casino or go for a drink or better yet, jump off this hotel's roof—"

"SHUT UP AND LET ME SHOWER! AND PUT ON SOME CLOTHES."

you quickly showered and put on a hoodie and sweatpants. you walked out of the bathroom to see dazai sprawled out on the bed like a starfish. smiling lightly, you grabbed a thin comforter and laid down on the nearby couch, drifting asleep.

what you didn't realize was that dazai wasn't sleeping at all. he quietly stood up and carried you to the bed like a bride. it was a miracle for dazai that you didn't wake up.

present time...

you tried desperately to claw out of dazai's iron grip, but was unsuccessful every time. you sighed for the nth time and tried prying his fingers off of your torso. this caused dazai to pull you even closer and bury his face into the crook of your neck. before you could move again, he began to murmur something in your ear.

"y/n, why don't you love me? do you still like that gnome, chuuy..." his voice trailed off.

your eyes widened to the size of saucers as you tried not to throw dazai to the moon and back. taking a deep breath, you looked at the clock on the nightstand.

september 6th, 6:08 PM.

your eyes widened as you glanced outside to see millions of cars jammed in traffic. the bleak night was sprinkled with tiny stars.

'ahh shit! we're gonna be late!'

you turned back to dazai and aggressively shook his shoulders. "dazai, wake up! we're going to be late for the fucking auction!"

dazai's eyes shot open and he scrambled to his feet.

"i hope you liked your sleep! be ready in forty five minutes!" he shouted as he locked himself in the bathroom.

you stood there frozen. did he not remember what he had said to you? you shook your head as you processed the dazai said prior.

...

"FORTY FIVE MINUTES?! THATS BARELY ENOUGH" you groaned in agitation and rushed to your suit case and started throwing clothes in every direction. you picked an outfit and quickly slipped it on.

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( a/n: y'all can change it to wtv, i was just giving options. )

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the clock read 6:32. you and dazai had less than thirty minutes to finish getting ready and go to the underground auction. dazai swung open the bathroom door wearing an outfit just slightly different from his normal attire.

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DAZAI'S APPEARANCE: right eye is covered with bandages like how he looked before he joined the armed detective agency.

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"dazai, seriously? you're wearing brown to an auction? let alone an auction a mafia organization is hosting?"

dazai crossed his arms. "if i wore black, i'd look exactly like how i did when i worked for the port mafia. you out of everyone should know that. the most i'm going to do is cover my eye like the old days."

you sighed, knowing that you couldn't change his mind. you moved him out of the way to brush your teeth and do your hair. you brushed your teeth, took the straightening iron the hotel provided, and started to curl/straighten your hair.

( a/n: if you wear braids or anything like that, then disregard this minor detail. )

once you were satisfied with how your hair sat, you grabbed your makeup. since you and dazai were already running late, you quickly blended your concealer to hide your eye bags. then you proceeded to put on a quick layer of mascara and lip gloss/lipstick.

( a/n: i don't wear makeup at all so please lmk if i did smth wrong LMAO. )

you glanced at the clock and it read 6:42. rushing out of the bathroom, you grabbed your purse, wallet, phone, and taser. you bolted out of the door with dazai trailing behind you, holding a briefcase which you assumed to be loaded with handguns.

after a few minutes of running, you and dazai were able to enter the underground auction.

"hey, dazai, you think mori's here?" you whispered.

"most definitely. didn't you hear those bodyguards on the balcony? they said these people are all mafia bosses." he whispered back.

before you had the chance to respond, a very familiar voice reached your ears.

"oh, how wonderful to see you again, akutagawa and dazai."

you and dazai both tensed and slowly turned around. there he was in the flesh, mori ōgai.

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NEW CHARACTER: MORI ŌGAI, THE LEADER OF THE PORT MAFIA

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"my two favorite, and only, living former executives. how are you this fine evening?"

you took a step in front of dazai, since his ability is completely useless unless his opponent is using their ability.

"now, now, settle down. i'm not here to fight. all i'm here for is to bid."

reluctantly, you stepped away from dazai and scanned your former boss for any deception.

"mori, where's elise—" you began.

"rintaro!"

"speak of the devil."

a short blonde girl in a red frilly dress trotted over to the three adults.

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NEW CHARACTER: ELISE, MORI ŌGAI'S GIFTED ABILITY

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"elise! you're back. alright then, it's time for me to take my leave now. i'm planning on making some new mafia friends today. have a nice evening." mori took elise in his arms and simply walked away.

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( a/n: hope y'all liked this dazai ... fluff??? idk but have a nice day/night :) )