I’ve sorta been wanting to write this myself but uh im a lazy ass chud, sooooo, I’ve had an idea to write a skk and sskk road trip fic, like platonic sskk, and interpret skk however u want but uh yeah, just something to do I guess?
Word Count: IDK, I’ll count later
The mission, in theory, was simple. Head to Kyoto, confront some ability user group, take care of everything, let the government handle it, done.
Of course, with Soukoku, let alone Shin Soukoku, things were never so simple.
The trains were closed since it was a public holiday, and there went any direct plane rides.
So 5 hour trip by car it was.
And well, Atsushi hadn’t expected it to go well, he wasn’t expecting it to go this bad.
Dazai had called shotgun, which meant everyone had to suffer through whatever awful music he put on and blasted at full volume.
Chūya was driving, which actually wasnt that bad, since most of the drive was just highway and open road, though the fact the car was going at nearly 200 kilometers per hour when Dazai would play another stupid song was… very terrifying, to say the least.
At least Akutagawa seemed to be more focused on not being car sick instead of bickering with Atsushi, though that was only so great, given how Atsushi was in the exact same boat, trying to not throw up, which, between Dazai’s loud, annoying songs, and Chūya’s driving, was getting exponentially harder.
Ryūnosuke looked like we wanted to start something as Atsushi dug his claws into Ryūnosuke’s arm, which, fair enough, that couldnt be felt pleasant, and Atsushi was about to respond with a half defense, half apology, the words on the tip of his tongue as another argument was this close to breaking out between the two young men.
Then Chūya swerved again into another lane as Dazai, once more, cranked the music up, and all that bickering went out the window.
Ryūnosuke used Rashōmon to stabilize both of them, bracing the tendrils of the cloak against the windows and wrapping it both around both himself and Atsushi.
“I would rather you not vomit in the back seat, man-tiger.” Ryūnosuke somehow gritted out through clenched teeth. “Do not take this as a sign that I have suddenly became amicable with you.”
“I wasn't even going to say anything!”
“Sure you weren’t.” Ryūnosuke said, eyes rolling, and Atsushi was almost amazed at how the older of the two seemed not to be sick to his stomach from the motion. “All you do is speak nonsense, so it is only logical to assume you would say something so nonsensical.”
Atsushi groaned, partially out of annoyance, partially out of feeling absolutely sick. Rashōmon helped quite a bit, though Dazai and Chūya’s near constant bickering wasn’t in any way calming Atsushi or Ryūnosuke down.
“Can we keep arguing after we get to our destination? Doing this now seems counterproductive…”
“For once, something logical coming out of your mouth, man-tiger.”
By now, the yelling in the front row had reached its peak, Chūya flooring it and yelling, while Dazai continued to provoke him for seemingly no reason. While Atsushi respected his mentor, this was absolutely ridiculous. What reason did Dazai have for doing this besides making them all suffer?
Atsushi, hesitantly, leaned his head forward slightly, checking the GPS, and internally, he felt a bit of himself die.
“Do you know how to drive?”
“Obviously, what kind of member of the port mafia would I be if I-“
“How long would it take you to convince Chūya to pull over and let you drive?”
Ryūnosuke paused, remaining silent for a moment, as if contemplating.
“I literally cannot take any more of this. We need to get Chūya-san and Dazai-san in the back seat before they crash the car and kill us all.”
“You make a good point.” The mafioso conceded, steadying himself before addressing the executive. “Chūya-san. You’ve been driving for a few hours now. I can take over for now, if you wish.”
“Hah?!” Chūya paused in his yelling at Dazai to look in the rear view mirror. “Yeah, well, I suppose we can switch. You two want lunch? We’ve been in here since before breakfast.”
Both members of Shin Soukoku nodded, eager for the car to just stop.
Chūya pulled off the highway, using his phone to route to the nearest place, some small town with a decent restaurant and a bathroom.
The moment the car stopped, Dazai kicked open the door, stretching his legs, complaining about how annoying being stuck in the car with a damn Chihuahua was, and Chūya, once more, began to yell at him as he slammed the car door shut.
The moment the older two were out, both Atsushi and Ryūnosuke looked at each other.
“We are never letting Chūya drive with Dazai in the front seat ever again.” Atsushi muttered, finally slumping against the seats of the car as Rashōmon’s tendrils slinked back into Ryūnosuke’s coat.
And for once, Akutagawa simply nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly with Atsushi. “Never again.”
