Warning
"Dazai, Chuuya, Age Fifteen" light novel references through most of the chapter.
More dead people coming back!

Entering the room, I could see the only a little bit of light that some in the far right corner, behind a bunch of stacked crates.

"That must be where the hostage you're here for is," Tachihara said, raising his pistols.

Usually yes, but I had a feeling it was another trap. "Haven't you ever heard the saying "don't go into the light?""

Kenji smiled, raising his hand as he whispered. "I have! Doctor Yosano tells us that when we're hurt really badly!"

Tachihara arched an eyebrow. "What does that have to do with the light over there?"

"That light can possibly lend you to Kenji's definition." I pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight, looking over into the dark corner where there was another path hidden.

"They more than likely have set traps all throughout the warehouse, probably expecting a rescue for the boy."

"But then how do they expect to collect the ransom money for him if they're getting the traps?" Kenji asked, standing closely behind me.

"The traps aren't strong enough to kill, only injure someone." I walked past Tachihara and down the dark path. "But we can't afford to have anyone else injured or knocked unconscious, so we need to try and play it safe."

"I mean, that does make sense. I'm just not use to doing stealth missions." The red haired boy said following behind me.

I looked around, looking at the boxes in the room. Many of them were labeled with Port Mafia owned companies, some opened while others were still sealed shut.

"Seems someone has been busy," I inquired, shining my light into one of the open crates to see the weapons stored inside.

"Bastards think they're so high and mighty just because the Port Mafia has them under our wing for protection," Tachihara's voice was laced in annoyance. "They'll get what's coming to them."

I didn't reply to that, choosing to continue on as I asked, "How long has Mori known that they were smuggling mafia goods?"

He followed behind me. "I'm not sure. We started preparing early this morning but then the boss made a change of plans, saying he was doing someone a favor."

I didn't like that he was calling it a favor. Calling it that made is sound like I was entitled to return it and I had no such intentions, especially to Mori.

"After that, it was agreed that a smaller group would come to take care of the situation," the ginger continued.

"You Black Lizard guys are pretty strong, so I can see why your boss would send you." Kenji smiled, still very bright even in the dark.

"We have a few other who are going through the rest of the building looking for the smuggled items. The Black Lizard's job was to assist you guys."

"I'm going to assume Akutagawa and Higuchi?" I said, shining my light around the corner of some boxes as we turned that direction as well.

"And Chuuya."

I stopped in my tracks, processing what he had just said as the two walked past me. "Chuuya's here? Who's watching the baby?"

Tachihara stopped and looked back at me. "Uh, I think Kouyou is since Chuuya said that he couldn't drop her off with you due to you being here as well."

I frowned. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing that he was here, but that also means that he can question why I am here. It wasn't often that the Agency needed into a Port Mafia protected hideout without the President talking to Mori first, so he could start asking questions with answers I already knew he wouldn't like.

"He said his only job here is to check the handling to write a report and to make sure that you don't get killed."

My frown deepened. "I see."

Before anything else can be said between the two of us, Kenji spoke from a bit farther down. "Dazai, there's someone tied to a chair over here."

Tachihara and I looked at him, making our way over to where he was standing. Sure enough it was Octavia's brother in the chair, head hanging low.

"Is he alive?" Tachihara asked as I walked over to him. I placed my fingers to his neck, looking for a pulse. It was there, just faint.

"He's fine, just unconscious it seems. Do either of you have a knife?" They shook their heads, meaning we'd need to use an alternative solution.

I pulled my gun out from the holster I had put on before leaving the Agency. Usually, I didn't carry a gun, saw no real point in it, but I figured I would need it.

"What I should have brought was a knife," I muttered to myself as I pulled a piece of the rope out so it wouldn't hurt August as I placed the gun's muzzle against it.

"This may startle him, so be ready," I said, louder this time and pulled the trigger.

Just as I expected, he jumped, eyes flying wide open and breath quickening.

I holstered my gun and placed my hands on his shoulders, making him look at me.

There was fear in his eyes, moving in different directions, unsure of what he should be looking at.

"August, it's okay. I'm a detective at the Armed Detective Agency and I'm here to take you back to your sister," I said, as I help pull the ropes off from around him.

"T-Tav sent you? Is s-she okay?" He stuttered.

I nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. "Have you met your sister? She's hardheaded but she does have her priorities straight and knows when to be concerned."

He stared at me for a few more seconds, choosing to nod as I took a step back to let him stand.

When he did, he placed a hand on his head, sinking back down into the chair. "I'm dizzy and my head is killing me."

"We'll need you endure it for a little bit, just enough to get you to safety." Tachihara came over, grabbing August's arm and sliding it over his should as he looped one of his around the blond boy's waist.

"Alright." He pulled himself back up to his feet, using Tachihara to help support himself.

We began back through the boxes and crates, like a maze made easy with only one ending. When we made it to the end, I stopped looking from side to side as we came through.

Something seemed a bit off. I could feel the gaze of someone on us, like being watched by an owl in the night, a hunt for the rodents that lurk in the darkness.

Cameras, maybe? Or was there actually someone standing by watching us, waiting until we fall into their next trap.

Whatever it was, we needed to get this kid out quickly so that I could get my information to continue our main objective.

I started to take a step forward when Kenji suddenly yelled. "Dazai! Look out!" Pointing behind me with wide eyes.

I turned around quickly, seeing the crimson red wall as it moved towards me. I didn't move to dodge it, knowing what it was, so I lifted my hand as the wall collided, it hitting only the pads of my fingers and the palm of my hand, traveling no where farther.

"What the hell was that?" Tachihara queried wide eyed.

I pulled my hand back, turning it to look at the palm. "An ability that belongs to someone who's been dead for almost eight years."

"What is that supposed to me-" He started, getting interrupted by another wall coming towards us, this one on the left side.

I held my hand out in its direction, nullifying it before it could hurt the others. I've seen what these walls and the shockwaves from them can do. From once watching as a fifteen year old boy was nearly killed by multiple hits, over and over.

"Tachihara, Kenji! Get him out of here now!" I ordered, looking around to see if I could see anyone within the darkness of the room.

"What about you?" Kenji asked sounding unsure.

"Yeah, I told Chuuya I'd help you," Tachihara countered.

"If you stay, you'll die. The mission is to get him out of here to safety." I watched as another wall came towards me front the our other side, this one faster than the two before.

I reacted quickly, throwing my hand out to nullify it. "Go! I'll be okay if these touch me, but they will kill you if any of you are hit."

"But Dazai, what about-" Tachihara began to argue, being interrupted by another voice.

"He said get going, that's an order, Michizou!" The voice shouted as there was a thud from behind me.

I looked, seeing as Tachihara, Kenji, and August on the floor outside of the room where they were pushed out. Chuuya stood just inside the room-

The entrance blocked by a crimson red wall, transparent so as we looked at the others as they got to there feet. The boy looked terrified, probably the first time witnessing an ability in action before.

Boosting August up, Tachihara nodded, both he and Kenji hurried away. It wasn't until the moment they were running that I noticed Chuuya had placed his hat on his best friend's head. Once out of sight, I looked at Chuuya who was now facing me but not looking at me.

"I'm getting sick of these dead bastards not staying dead," he groaned, removing his coat and throwing it to the ground.

"You gave Tachihara your hat but not your coat, interesting choice of importance in your wardrobe, my love," I teased with a smirk.

He came closer to stand beside me but still not looking at me. "Shut up, asshole. The coat can be replaced." He surveyed the room, sapphire blue eyes concentrated in their task to search. "The hat still holds importance to me in a way so I can't part with it just yet."

The walls had stopped moving towards us, remaining in place, boxing us in. It did seem odd that he hadn't shown himself yet, like hiding can do him any good for him now than he's used his ability.

Chuuya seemed to think the same thing. Snarling, he yelled, "We know, you're here, Rando!"

Rando, a fake name that he used when he was in the Port Mafia, a name he knew from an only memory after almost all his memories were taken from him after being attacked by Arahabaki.

"Stop hiding!" Chuuya shouted again, lips drawn back and his teeth bared.

"Not hiding, merely observing," a strangely calm voice came from the shadows beyond the red walls. "I find it quite odd. The two of you are older than I last remember you to be."

Finally, from the darkness, came a tall man with long black hair, making his skin paler than it actually was in comparison. He still wore his winter clothing; a long grey peacoat, white ear muffs, red winter boots, and gloves.

His expression still held its gloomy emotion, gold tinted eyes looking just as tired and haunted as they used to.

Chuuya smirked. "Look who came to play. What, was hell not warm enough for you?"

Rando only furrowed his brows, a look that said he didn't understand. "I know not what afterlife I had been sent to after my death, and I know not the details of how I perished." He stood in front of us now, still several feet away. "Just that I was killed."

"Then what reason do you have here?" I asked, slipping my hands into my coat pockets. "A second chance to live and you're in some gang hang out attacking people."

"My reasoning for being here is rather odd," Rando agreed. "I was tasked in coming here to bring you to someone, Dazai, though I have no real motive to do so."

"Then why do it?"

He tilted his head, his hair in the front of his face falling across it. "I have no real motivation but there is something there that's bothersome unless I can satisfy it."

"So, like an itch that needs to be scratched?" Chuuya crossed his arms, leaning on his left leg. "You don't know why you you need to do it, just that it needs to be done."

Rando straightened his head, eyes widening slightly. "Precisely like an itch. Yes, an itch."

It was odd how he didn't know what he needed to deliver me for but he had the need to do so. My guess had to be that Shizuko had the Brothers bring him back. He returned with some of the similarities as all the others, mainly forgetting the event of his death but knowing that he was dead.

"I do, however, have my own goal in mind as well besides taking Dazai. It was something I was unable to obtain before my death." Rando raised his hand, emitting a shockwave that traveled towards us.

I moved quickly, jumping in front of Chuuya and wrapping my arms around him, shielding him from the hit and nullifying it.

"Tell me, Chuuya, did you ever find the information you needed on Arahabaki?" Rando asked, voice more stern then emotionless.

"Huh? Arahabaki? But I thought-" Chuuya spoke softly, just barely a whisper.

"He has no memory of that fight, Chuuya. That I can tell, he only remembers before that."

Chuuya frowned. "So, what, you want us to just go through the same motions as we did eight years ago?"

I chuckled. "Unfortunately, we don't have any garland this time for you to wrap around yourself so I can deactivate his shockwaves."

"Then what's the plan? I don't have the luxury of death when I have a baby to feed in an hour."

"We're partners, have more faith in me." I unwrapped my arms from around him, turning to look at the black haired man who watched us curiously. "I always have a plan, you just need to trust me, baby."

Aloud, "You say you have your own objective, right? That wouldn't happen to be to kill Chuuya and use him as your ability, to harness the power of Arahabaki, would it?"

"Huh?" Chuuya sounded from behind me, confused as Rando's eyes widened.

"How is it that you know this?" He asked, shock and surprise in his eyes.

"A lot has happened in the time between where your memory is cut off until now," I explained with a devious smirk. "One of those being how you died."

"My death?" He looked more confused. "We've already established that I don't remember how I perished."

"Exactly, which also means you don't remember the situation in which everything happened. So allow me to explain a few things and reasons for how and why you will not be leaving here."

"Osamu, what are you doing?" Chuuya nudged me in the side with his elbow. "We're supposed to be fighting him, not helping him remember things."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." I pulled my hand from my pocket, taking hold of his and intertwining our fingers. I gave his hand a squeeze as I smirked. "Now, be a good dog and stay on your leash."

His eyes narrowed before looking down at our hands. "You predicted this, didn't you?"

I looked back at Rando, who stood there looking at us with an odd expression. He looked confused, like he wasn't sure of what he wanted to do.

He looked like he was in a trance of some kind, in his own head. The first time we fought him, he gave Chuuya and I two minutes to talk to each other and that was only because I told him I would convince the headstrong redhead to give up.

Now, he's not even trying to stop us from making a plan to take him down, which can help us out.

My smirk widened. "Sort of, I didn't actually think that Mori would send you, but I made sure to come prepared just to be sure."

I let go of his hand, attention returning to the black haired man. "Rando, or would you prefer, Arthur Rimbaud?"

He doesn't remember his fight with us or his death which can give us a lot of advantages, and with how he seems so distracted, it could confuse him farther and create an opening for an attack.

"Arthur Rimbaud? How is it you know my name?" He was taken aback once again and confused. "I haven't told anyone in the Port Mafia that name."

"But you told us," Chuuya injected, moving some strands of hair from his face. "We also know what your ability is and like we already stated, you wanted to kill me so you can use Arahabaki."

Rando's eyes narrowed before looked at me. "If you would allow me a question or two?"

I shrugged, it wouldn't make a difference to how this will end. "We'll try to give answers, not that they'll be helpful."

"Alright, why is it that the two of you are much older? The two of you were both fifteen when working together on the case about the Old Boss and Arahabaki."

"We're twenty-three now and a lot of shit happened in the last eight years." Chuuya glanced over at me. "I joined the Port Mafia after I was betrayed by the Sheep and am still loyal while this jackass quit four years ago to become a detective."

"I see," Rando said in understanding. "Now, allow me to ask my second question."

His gold tinted eyes gleamed with darkness, a red reflection from the walls around us. "Were you two the ones that were responsible for my death?"

We were both silent, staring at Rando, who's usually emotionless expression was now dark and daring, filled with anger from the realization that he had been killed by two children and doesn't even remember.

When the silence was broken, it was Chuuya that spoke, his words weren't threatening or filled with malice. They were plain and clearly spoken.

"We were," he said, "And I plan on killing you again."

I was going to finish the hostage situation in this chapter but than I got an idea and so now here it is.

The fight shouldn't take that long but don't quote me because somehow things will change.

Most of this chapter is referencing the light novel "Dazai, Chuuya, Age Fifteen" which is different than what happened in the anime.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter!

I hope you all have a wonderful morning, noon, and night! Bye!