"You're joining the what?"

Dazai gawks. "You're insane-"

"No," Mizuki bites down on her food. "I'm just going to eliminate someone important before they eliminate you."

Oda places his bowl of curry on the counter. "Do you want some?"

"No," Chuuya grumbles. 

"You're suicidal."

"I am," Mizuki hums, motioning her finger up. "But I'm also unkillable."

The teens groan. 

"How many years?"

"One?" Mizuki counts on her fingers. "Two years, and then I'm leaving."

"You leave when I turn eighteen?" Oda finishes his curry.

"I need to join while it's still optimal time," Mizuki hums. "I can't let them perform surgery on me."

"You sound like Mori-sensei, saying optimal," Dazai finishes his food.

"Ew," Mizuki grimaces. "Not the pedophile."

Dazai chuckles. "Ah, what about Ango?"

A silence falls over the room.

No one utters a word, and the three teens look at Mizuki's expression.

Ango.

Mizuki didn't hate him, but it was more of... a discomfort.

She didn't hate him, but she didn't like him either. No one could get a read on him, not even Mizuki. He worked for the government, infiltrating the mafia to betray them for Mimic, then Mimic for the mafia. He was a man just as complex as Mizuki, though he lacked the years she had. Perhaps it was envy.

"Forget I asked," Dazai brushes the topic off. "He's obviously not going to be part of the team-"

A sinister smile sews itself on Mizuki's face.

"Information... huh?" 

Chuuya and Dazai huddle together.

"You triggered her!"

"It wasn't on purpose! I never talked about him with her! I wouldn't know!" Dazai hisses back.

Oda places a hand on Mizuki's shoulder. 

Mizuki swoons. "Ohhh!!! I could get so much information out of him!!! I can even steal his ability!!"

Mizuki wasn't a particularly cruel person. She had lived through centuries and learned early on that killing had no particular worth in her life. If she wanted, she could've started a religion, an empire, a country, yet, she wandered the world to find out about what life was worth living for. She didn't find it, but she didn't stop searching, with more than enough time on her hands.

"Mizuki," Oda's voice pulls her back.

She stares at him. "Sorry. I don't want Ango in this unit."

Mizuki didn't hate Ango, but she didn't particularly like him either. He was no different from who she was, and she hated people like herself.

"Right," Dazai sighs. "Do I join the ADA later on?"

"I just destroyed the dragon's head," Mizuki pulls out another crystal. "That's avoided."

"I don't get the kids?"

"Bestie, they're not even born yet," Mizuki blinks at Oda. "Not born."

Oda does the math in his head. "... right. I was eighteen when I rescued them. They were barely one at the time."

"Yeah," Mizuki hums. 

"How'd you find him?" Dazai shoves Chuuya to the side.

"OI-"

"I didn't," Mizuki smiles. 

The room goes cold.

"I just went around in the shadows until I found him."

Mizuki's ability was Mammon. There was no limit to how many powers she could consume. Akutagawa had held her in high regard, being the literal definition of survival of the fittest. She had copied his ability, mastered it better than him, and she had beat him every time. She was part of the reason he had won against his ability when Tatsuhiko had fogged Yokohama.

Mizuki's nickname was later on changed when the hunting dogs had lost.

Dazai sighs. "You're even worse than me."

"I've lived a life of being nice already," Mizuki chuckles. "Do you want juice?"

"Yes." Chuuya answers without missing a beat.

"I want juice!!" Dazai sings. "How about a whole apple!"

"You need at least a couple thousand apple seeds to die," Mizuki grabs the empty bowls and places them in the sink. "Hm?"

"How about Apricots?"

"Too bad," Mizuki smiles.

"Then..." A cheeky luster shines in Dazai's eyes. "How about extinct poisons, belladonna?"

Mizuki glances at him. "They're not in my office. I relocated them somewhere else."

"Dammit," Dazai sighs.

"The island still hasn't been discovered, thanks to my ability." Mizuki pulls out a cabinet of non-alcoholic tonics.

"What the he-"

"Language," Mizuki scolds Chuuya. "I'm not legally allowed to offer you guys alcohol, but no one said anything about non-alcoholic beverages."

"So no whiskey?"

Mizuki hits Oda lightly.

"All three of you are both too short and too young to be able to handle your alcohol properly." Mizuki hums. "Also, Chuuya, the reason you're so short is because of your ability to handle gravity."

"HUH?!"

Mizuki chuckles. "I figured it out later on when I was talking to Verlaine the other day."

"He's supposed to be dead."

"Oops," Mizuki smiles. "You should know this!"

Chuuya sighs. "What do I do about the sheep members?"

Mizuki thinks. "You wanna go back?"

"I have a choice?"

"All three of you do," Mizuki hums. "I'm not forcing you-"

"I'm staying," Oda watches Mizuki shake the drink. "I don't have anywhere else to go."

"I'm gonna raise an army of kids, I guess." Mizuki shrugs. "I should call my unit the orphanage."

"How are you getting in?" Dazai changes the conversation back to her infiltration.

"I'm gonna spend three years with Jouno," Mizuki hums.

"YOU'RE GOING TO WHAT?!"

"THE BLIND ONE??"

"Yeah," Mizuki hums. "I need three years in his organization, and I have to make sure to become his secretary. I have to be there when he joins the Hunting Dogs."

"Why do you need to?"

"I need to get my hands on Bram." Mizuki sighs. 

"The vampire?"

Mizuki smiles, holding her hand to her face as she pours the drinks. "Фёдор... you're going first."

"I'm going back to the Sheep," Chuuya sighs. "There's no point in staying here if you're gone. I refuse to take Mori-sensei's orders anymore."

"I'm joining the ADA," Oda hums, taking the drink from her hands. "I think I'd like it there much more."

"With my husband?"

"You know," Dazai takes his drink. "I think Mi-chan's type is tall, dilf, and hot."

Mizuki thinks about her previous husbands. "You're not wrong. All my husbands have been taller than me."

"You're what? 173cm?"

"173cm," Oda confirms. 

Mizuki hums. "It used to be hard to find people taller than me."

"Only in Europe," Chuuya rolls his eyes. "Everyone else grew just fine."

"It was really only in China," Mizuki sighs. "My last husband was around 190cm."

"Your current one is around 186cm," Dazai points out.

"Mm," Mizuki pours herself a glass of red wine. "It's hard to find someone tall. I've been taller than the majority of the population for a good while now."

"Did you feel out of place?"

"Not really," Mizuki thinks. "Well, you're bound to feel out of place just by being immortal."

"Valid," Chuuya finishes his drink. "So? What's our first order of business?"

Mizuki smiles lazily, holding the glass to her lips. "Training."

The three groan.

-🝮-

Trivia: 

Apparently, the Chinese were always pretty tall prior to the late Qing Dynasty. Considering that Mizuki's previous husband, before Fukuzawa, was a Chinese emperor, I could go off whatever height I wanted since he ate well as the emperor.