The voices are gone.

Mizuki wakes up to fourteen missed calls from Dazai and two more from Mori.

"Ohayo," Mizuki yawns into the phone. Fukuzawa's still resting next to her.

"Your new underling is here."

"Oh!!" Mizuki gasps softly, and she gets off the bed. "He is?"

"Dazai convinced him to join." Mori yawns. "And the Arahabaki boy."

"Ah," Mizuki presses a kiss on Fukuzawa's forehead. "I'll be there. Give me a few seconds."

"Are you-"

Mizuki scribbles a note, and she changes into some clothes. 

"Leaving?" Fukuzawa walks up from behind her. He wraps his arms around her waist, voice groggy with sleep.

"Mm," Mizuki turns to press another kiss on his forehead. "See you in a month."

"The next time is the last, right?" He hums. "Until you come back."

"Yeah," Mizuki stands up, and she wraps her outfit around her. "I'm off."

"See you," Fukuzawa presses a final kiss on her forehead.

She claps twice.

"You're here!"

"Yeah," Mizuki stretches her arms. "I was needed?"

"Yeah! Sakunosuke's he- Are those hickeys?"

Mizuki stares at him dead in the eye. "And what of it?"

"I didn't know that old man had it in him." Mori laughs. "Let me guess; he's into pet play?"

Mizuki throws a pen at him.

"He's in your office." Mori laughs. "Go get the boy. Dazai's there too."

"I keep forgetting this is some tall ass skyscraper in the middle of the city." Mizuki yawns as she walks over to her office.

"Good morning!" Dazai sings. "We made breakfast while you were- ohmygodwereyouhavingfunlastnightarethosehickeysMizukiIthoughtyouwerebetterthanthatwhatthefuck-"

Mizuki doubles over in laughter. "BWAHAHAHAH-" 

"Good morning," Oda sips on his coffee. 

"You met with the president?"

"Yeah," Mizuki hums, and she brushes past them to get her makeup pouch. "I heard you got hired, Oda-kun."

"Yeah," He hums. "I'm under your wing now."

"Did Mori name my section?"

"No," Dazai hums. "You're limited to only a few people."

"Alright," Mizuki hums. "First order of business, let's get Chuuya."

"Do you have a plan?"

Mizuki pulls out another crystal seemingly from nowhere. Biting down on it, a vibration goes through her body immediately after. White patches form in her vision.

"Mizuki?" Dazai calls in worry.

"I'm fine," She swallows the gem. "Shall we visit Suribachi City?"

"Is he even in Sheep?"

Mizuki smiles. "It doesn't matter. He's in the city."

A chilling wind runs through the room. "And I'm going to get him."

-⧖-

Chuuya coughs out blood, yet he steadies himself in the air.

"Ah, so you were here," Mizuki steadies herself. "How are you, Chuuya-kun?"

"Port mafia's mistress." He hisses. "You do things by yourself now? Is the mafia that weak?"

"Strong enough." Mizuki smiles, and lifts Dazai up. Dazai grabs onto the boy, nullifying his ability.

"What-!?"

"Knock him out."

Oda strikes the back of his head with the hilt of his gun, and Chuuya faints.

"You carry him." Dazai carries the boy in his arms, and Mizuki blinks at him. "Oda."

Oda hauls the boy over his shoulder.

Mizuki hums. "Let's go back."

"What about the other members?"

"Chuuya regains his memories upon seeing me," Mizuki hums. "Let's go."

Oda rests a hand on her shoulder, and Dazai wraps an arm around her's.

"GIVE US BACK CHUUYA-KUN."

"Too bad," Mizuki sticks her tongue out, and she claps.

"Was that what the gem was?" Dazai raises a brow as Oda sets Chuuya on the couch.

"No," Mizuki pours herself a cup of water. "It was another one. I'm not trying that out."

"When did you eat the teleporting one, then?"

"Some time ago?" Mizuki raises a brow. "I ate it because Greed was nagging."

"You didn't need to?"

"I wanted an excuse, and I got one," Mizuki pops another into her mouth. "Hm?"

Rustling.

"Wh-" 

Mizuki lifts a hand, and slams the boy onto the ground, the gravity around him disappearing.

Chuuya groans.

"Who are you-" A tear of gold slips.

"DID YOU FUCking drug...mee," Chuuya falls unconscious.

"Is he...?"

"He'll be fine," Mizuki hums, drinking her water again. "I hope."

"?!?!?!!"

"I'm the one who's supposed to kill Chibi," Dazai whines. 

Mizuki fires up the kitchen.

"You know," Oda looks around the room. "The more I look at your room in the building, the more I think the boss adored you."

Mizuki looks around. It's just as big as Mori's, if not even bigger. It had originally been the boss's resting quarters, but Mizuki had seduced the man enough for him to give her the keys to the room and make herself at home. She had turned it into a lounge where a few members of the mafia could always find her in.

The kitchen was built in especially for her.

"Some things are just objective," Mizuki hums. "Maybe he adored me; who knows."

Dazai stares at the tinted windows.

"Why are the windows tinted?"

"You never know when you need to seduce someone," Mizuki hums, finishing her water. "Any of you want chazuke?"

"You have-"

"I want some!" Dazai cheers.

"I'll help cook," Oda sighs. 

"He's still like a child, huh?" Mizuki hums. "You're still seventeen."

"I feel a little too young for comfort." Oda mumbles. "Mentally, I'm twenty three."

"Maybe I should- Wait, no, you guys are minors." Mizuki brushes off the idea.

"I want alcohol." Oda mumbles. "Some whiskey sounds good..."

"A bourbon on the rocks," Mizuki snorts. "Dazai likes that one too."

"I do!" Dazai cheers. "Can I help-"

"You're going to try to put poison in the food again," Mizuki hums. "So no. How about you keep a hand on Chuuya instead? I wouldn't want Arahabaki flying off."

Dazai pokes at Chuuya, sitting on the ground.

"Did anything change after I left?" Oda helps Mizuki mix the ingredients. 

"Hm..."

"I know," Dazai floats. "Mi-chan became hypersexual."

Oda stares at the woman. "You did?"

"Mm," Mizuki hums and grabs a crab from her fridge. "It's gotten better, but it still acts up every now and then."

"Does Fukuzawa-san rail you well?" Dazai gives Mizuki a lazy smirk.

"Are the hickeys not enough?" Mizuki counters, taking out a knife. "Because if you want to see the ones between my legs, I'm down-"

"He's barely twelve," Oda reminds.

Mizuki sighs into her hand, pausing her slicing. "Oh well, I guess he can find out when he turns twenty."

"Thirteen," Dazai reminds. "This is Japan."

"I'm technically past the age of consent then," Oda hums. "Too bad you're married in this life."

Mizuki laughs as she stir-fries the crab meat.

"Tea's ready." Oda grabs the kettle.

 Mizuki scoops the rice into the bowls and places the crab meat in a bowl. "Salmon or crab?"

"Curry."

Mizuki blinks at him. "Make some for yourself."

"Sure," He helps her move the bowls to the counter and moves back to make curry.

"Time to eat, Dazai!" Mizuki motions for the boy to come over. Dazai lets go of Chuuya for a moment, and the latter comes flying at Mizuki.

"MIZUKI-"

The woman slams him into the floor.

"YOU-"

Both Oda and Dazai hold a gun at him, and Dazai moves to place a hand on his leg.

"NAKAHARA CHUUYA!" Mizuki yells. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"YOU DAMMED WRENCH!" Chuuya roars. "WHY'D YOU DO IT? WHY'D YOU TURN TIME BACK!"

Mizuki lets out a breath of relief.

"You scared me," Mizuki lets him go, and the boy tackles her into a hug.

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO IT, HUH?! YOU GOT A DEATH WISH OR SOMETHING, DUMBASS?!" Chuuya yells, sobbing into her collar.

Mizuki falls back laughing.

"And?" 

"YOU USED AN ENTIRE BOOK TO WRITE A NEW WORLD-" Chuuya grabs her by the collar. "SO WE COULD ALL LIVE?!"

"Chuuya," Mizuki sighs. "You have a surprising amount of strength for an twelve-year-old."

Mizuki sits the boy onto the chair, and he whines. "No! I want-"

"To leave?" The temperature in the room drops. Mizuki's words are laced with poison.

"N-no," Chuuya's eyes widen.

"Join us," Mizuki smiles. "Or else I wipe out those traitorous friends of yours."

Chuuya senses no lie in her words. "They... haven't betrayed me yet."

"And the Flags will be joining soon, so who's the real winner?" Mizuki hums, slipping into the seat next to him. "So?"

"Wh... when are you joining the hunting dogs?"

Dazai nearly drops his chopsticks.

"Joining the what?"

Date: XX - XX -XXXX

Mizuki finally gets her hands on Chuuya.

Chuuya has a dream while he's knocked out.

"What's... going on?" Chuuya feels his head grow big. "I don't remember anything."

"How much do you remember?"

"Who are you?"

"Mizuki Sakunosuke." She smiles. "You had turned into a vampire. I guess the medicine might have something to do with memory loss?"

Chuuya lurches, throwing up into the bucket next to him. The fog in his mind clears.

"Mizuki-chan, why do you look aged?"

"Oh, I figured out a way to heal the vampires, but it required me to give up my immortality." She grins.

"You should've just killed Bram."

Mizuki stares at him. A look that burns into his memory.

"Fukichi stole the page, and this was the only option." She hums. "I'm going to rewrite the future."

"Does the ADA know?"

"Who knows," She shrugs, and she shoves him back onto the futon. Tossing a wet rag on his forehead, she smiles. "But I'm going to make sure no one dies in the next storyline."

"Why? I thought..."

"I stopped using my ability after a while," She smiles. "Nothing good came out of it. If anything, people started to chase after me for the ability. Ignorance is bliss after all."

"Why did you give it up? I thought you were used to loss?"

"A promise to my husband." The woman smiles. "Hm?"

Just as he's about to wake up, another dream pulls him away.

Mizuki lays on the ground. "That was the most intense fight I've had since the Chinese were trying to kidnap me."

"Mizuki!"

Chuuya feels himself crawl over to the woman, and he falls next to her.

"Did Dazai survive?"

"Still talking about that suicidal bastard, huh?" He chuckles. "He walked off when I fell asleep on his crotch."

"How cute," He hears her snicker. "I'm getting deja vu."

"Rude." He sighs.

"Stay still, I'll clean the cramps." He feels a hand on his forehead, and his body feels lighter.

"Did you finish the book?"

"No." Mizuki hums, and she stretches her arms. "I have the last page. I'll finish it today, and then I'll disappear from here."

"Could you write it so that we all head back with you?" Chuuya feels himself move his legs to lie on her thighs. "Hm?"

Mizuki smiles at him softly. "I'll consider that."

"Did... you ever love me?"

"Maybe I did," She smiles, and she places a hand over his eyes as he feels his breathing slow down.

"Then... I'll gladly pass in your arms." He feels a sense of satisfaction as he passes away.

Chuuya waits for Dazai's hand to leave his body before he moves.

Mizuki, you stupid bastard.