𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥

fugou keiji x bungou stray dogs

materlist | previous | next | .3

“great, get onto the car” he said while opening the door like a gentleman.

if this gets dangerous I won’t hesitate to kill him, even if it means to say goodbye to that fortune.

“thank you..” you said uncomfortably. “Haru I’ll be back in a few but I don’t suppose you cant handle this on your own correct?” “just leave already” said the gray haired male annoyed while walking away.

Daisuke got into the drivers seat and started the car’s engine, he could tell you were nervous because he just stared at you for a bit before sparking a conversation. “so uh, ms. what were you doing coming out of that alley?” he asked while he started to drive.

“I was passing by, saw the chaos and wanted to get away.”

“I see.. you didn’t want to get caught into the port mafia’s mess..” he replied while reading the stree signals. “yeah..” you replied shortly.

“what’s with the bag?” you looked at the detective confused as to what bag he was referring to until you noticed you had never disposed of the duffle bag akutagawa had given you.

“oh! this bag?? I was going to do some shopping.. ha” you replied confidently. “hmh” he hummed in response while driving towards the police station.

“uh, you can drop me off at the plaza..”

“hmmh.. the plaza?”

“yes please”

“no, we’re going to the police station”

The car’s atmosphere changed as you heard a click coming from the car doors. “why—“ you asked in a panic while you unbuckled your seatbelt.

“I know your plan, y/n.. and I know what you’re after.” he said confidently while pulling over.

“I saw right through your scheme the moment I saw you come out of the alley.. you might have fooled that dumbass but you can’t fool me.” he reached into his pocket, taking of his gun while pointing it at you.

“If you don’t want to die right now you’ll follow my instructions. Is that clear?”

he asked in a monotone voice.

“yes...”you replied unsure.

“good.. now we will get out of this car.. walk inside the police station and you will follow me at all costs, and don’t even try to run away because I will kill you..” he said.

he unlocked the doors of the car while turning the car off, you knew what you had signed up for the minute you accepted his offer and now you were regretting it. He put his gun away while fixing his gloves.

“are you going to put me in jail? because I will have you know the port mafia would just come after me” you said confidently.

“perhaps, depends if I like what I hear if not then I’ll just end you right there and then.. after all the port mafia can’t come after someone who’s dead..” he said while smirking at you. Daisuke got out of the car, walking around and opening the door for you. “okay, what if i give you the jewel, would you let me g—”

“no” he said while jerking you out off the car. “ouch, respect a lady.” “i dont respect criminals..”

you followed him into the police station gaining stares from the people working there. “I need a interrogation room..now” he said demandingly at the supervisor near the back.

“on it Mr.Kambe” he grabbed your wrist with his gloved hand while looking at you in disgust. the supervisor showed him to the room opening it with a silver key that hanged from his belt.

“Thank you..”. Daisuke said while bowing to the man. He shoved you into the tiny dark room that only had a tiny window that allowed sunlight in.

You sat down on the chair facing the door, as you wanted to see daisuke’s features.

You had always dreamed about being locked inside with such a good looking person and your thoughts couldn’t handle it. “now, I want you to tell me everything about the port mafia, who do you work for, and why were you taking the red heart.” he said while sitting down across from you.

“hmmh.. and what will I get out of it?” you replied with a smirk. “If you give me all the information you have I’ll transfer you $200 million dollars, that’s what the port mafia is worth as of now.. and I will make aure you get out of here without a scratch..”

“really..?”

“asnwer me first...”

you took out your blade from your boots, darting it towards his skull. The detective knew you were up to something, and his intuition was correct. It was lucky that the blade missed.

“Tell me.. why do you do this type of thing?” you smirked while looking at him straight in the eye as if you hadn’t just attempted to kill him. you stood up from your seat, pacing around the room before sitring down on the table, you looked at the detective in an erotic way to demonstrate what you wanted.

“I do it for the money.. I’m here for a fun time not a long time..”

“I see, you and me are very much alike indeed. I also do it for the money.. but unlike you, I don’t have to worry about spending my money or earning it.. my balance is unlimited..”

“I hate rich people, but if you’re going to pay me to spill everything then I will.”

“what about your friends in the mafia—”

“They aren’t my friends, I’ve been trying to leave the mafia business and restart fresh, but the boss.. he’s very important to me.. I just couldn’t”

“Then do what dazai did, leave and stop caring about some criminal..”

you thought about it, maybe daisuke arresting you was the sign you needed to leave the business. or maybe you were looking for an excuse to not get murdered by akutagawa.

“alright.. I will leave.. but only if you offer me a job.”

“I just can’t offer you a job here—”

“not here, let me become your assistant..”

you got off the table, returning to your seat once again.

🌸 さよならの朝に約束の花をかざろう

Warnings: Mentions of  tragedy, nothing too in-depth though!

Word Count: 2.7k 

Smoke, to you at least, has never been as vexing of a smell. Like most things, its presence is harmless in moderation. Sometimes bringing with it a sense of relaxation when lingering near a campfire for warmth.

Perhaps an entire building billowing with rolling black clouds of the ominous stuff is a tad much, as far as your lungs are concerned. 

You try your best to keep on your haunches to crawl across the floor, precious air becoming a scarcer resource the longer you allow yourself to search on all fours. 

Of course, to panic meant wasting precious seconds, lungs already demanding oxygen you were starving them of, your chest heaving with the daunting task you normally never spared a thought for. Breathing.

In theory that sounded easy. Well- it would be if the building wasn’t being swallowed in flames, the unrelenting flickers more ravenous for oxygen than yourself. 

One’s natural instincts to run from the danger made your panic difficult to keep under wraps. Be it the stinging of your eyes, the unbearable heat that licked the moisture of your cheeks, or the way the splintering wood crackles and pops off fleeting embers, you can take your pick on the growing reasons you shouldn’t be here. 

Against your better judgment, here you were, one of the many responsibilities “gifted” to those hellbent on having a piece of plastic validating their dreams to be a hero.  

Who had convinced you to do that again? Oh, yeah– Hawks.