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ARTICLE VI: OPERATIONAL INTEGRATION & ASSET ACCESS

Section 6.7: The ‘Universal Access Provision’.

Upon the formal ratification of this Merger and Acquisition agreement, the acquiring party (Stark Industries) hereby grants the merging entity (The User) unrestricted, unconditional, and immediate ‘Free Use rights’ to the principal representative of the subsidiary.

This clause supersedes all previous social, professional, or temporal boundaries. Access may be exercised at any time, in any setting, without prior notice.

Tony didn’t read the fine print. Why would he? He was too busy drinking in the sight of you. A predatory, appreciative gleam in his eyes appeared as you slid the document across the mahogany desk. He signed it with a flourish and a nonchalant, devastating grin, his gaze never leaving your lips.

To him, it was just another win, another empire expanded. He had no idea he’d just become an asset.

The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the clinking of crystal. Tony was in his element, the centre of a glittering constellation of socialites and investors, looking every bit the untouchable titan. He caught your eye from across the room, offering that signature, cocky smirk that said he knew exactly how much wanted him.

He had no fucking clue that you were about to collect on his debt.

Summary: Just an ordinary day, slice of life kind of thing. Reader is sly and manipulative, Dazai doesn’t seem to mind. No plot of any kind to be seen for miles, sorry about that xD

“You’re late. Again.”

“Am I?” You smile sheepishly at Kunikida and make a big show of looking at your watch, “Aw, damn, I was so sure I’d make it today.”

Kunikida rolls his eyes. Both of you know you never had any intention of being on time, but at this point, he has just stopped questioning you. He hands you the files you’re supposed to work on, ones you should have completed yesterday, and leaves as you stroll over to your desk with them.

“Good morning, (y/n)-san!” Atsushi chirps as he sees you.

“Oh, hey, Atsushi.” You smile at him, “What are you up to?”

“Nothing, really. I was just about to go ask Kyouka if she wants to go for some crepes, since I’m done with my reports for now.”

“What? Already? You’re fast, Atsushi!” You say, sounding impressed, “Damn, I wish I was that efficient.

Atsushi blushes a little and scratches the back of his head, “Heh, it was nothing, really, just a few reports.”

“Yes, but that’s tedious work.” You whine and look at all the files sprawled on your desk, “I don’t even know where to begin with all of these…”

His gaze shifts to the papers in your hands, “Those are case reports, right? That looks easy enough, I can do those for you, if you want.”

Your face lights up, “Really!? That would be great, thanks, Atsushi-kun!”

He beams, “No problem, glad I could help!”

You sigh in relief as he leaves with all the files stacked up in his arms. With nothing else to do now, you settle yourself on the couch with your laptop.

“It’s ridiculously easy, isn’t it?”

You hear his voice before you see him, and smile to yourself as you turn around to face him. Dazai has a habit of sneaking up on people, but you don’t seem to mind all that much, since it doesn’t startle you anymore.

“I know.” You chuckle, “Sometimes, I even feel a little bad doing that to him.”

Dazai laughs as he settles himself down beside you, “No, you don’t, belladonna.”

“It was worth a try.” You shrug, “You know those reports are beyond boring, and Kunikida would kill me if I delay them any longer!”

He looks amused at that but doesn’t say anything, instead reaching for your hand and lacing his fingers with yours. His hands are cold, like always, and you grip it tighter, trying to get some warmth back into him. He leans on your shoulder and stifles a yawn.

You frown sympathetically and look at his tired face and eyes desperately trying to stay open. You wish he’d take better care of himself, but you know that’s easier said than done.

“Couldn’t sleep last night?”

“Not really.”

He doesn’t clarify any further, and he doesn’t need to. You know the nightmares must have been getting bad again. You never ask him about those, since there’s nothing you can really do to make it better, and also because the only way you know how to deal wit heavy emotions, be they yours or anyone else’s, is by locking them up in a drawer and throwing away the key. It’s not very healthy, you admit, but it works.

“It’s already noon.” You observe after a while of silence, “Do you want to go get lunch?”

He doesn’t answer for a few seconds and you think he might actually be asleep. But then he hums lightly and sits up straight, the cheerful grin back on his face, “Yeah, sure. Let’s go, I’m starving.”

Hands laced with each other’s, the two of you walked back leisurely towards the agency. You had got distracted after lunch and it was nearly evening now, so you made many stops along the way since neither him nor you were particularly eager to go and face Kunikida’s wrath.

“Do you think he’ll scream at me a little less if I get him a new pen or something?” Dazai mused out loud.

You gasp in mock surprise, “You’d try to bribe Kunikida of all people? He’ll kill you.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” He shrugs nonchalantly.

Even though you know it’s a joke, you can’t help but frown at that. You’ve never been too fond of his gallows humour. You’re just about to say something to that when you hear a shuffling noise behind you from an alley.

Rolling your eyes, you inconspicuously let go of Dazai’s hand and fall behind slightly. He turns to look at you once, but then smirks to himself and doesn’t question it any further as he keeps walking.

As soon as there’s some distance between you and Dazai, the shuffling behind you turns to rushing footsteps and you feel a hand grab your shoulder. On instinct, you grip the assailant’s wrist with your other hand, turning around and twisting their arm behind their back, pinning them to the nearest wall. It all happens so fast, the person barely has time to let out a surprised yelp before their face is digging into the wall.

You’re pretty sure the man that is struggling in your grip right now is not from the Port Mafia. Mori would never be stupid enough to send someone after you or Dazai, let alone a lowly goon like this one. But you both have plenty of other enemies.

Pressing the whimpering man further into the wall, you lean in close to his ear from behind, your voice low and icy, “Tell whoever sent you that if they want to touch either me or him, they’ll have to do much better than that.”

He nods quickly, and as soon as you loosen your grip, he turns tail and runs faster than he came. You sigh tiredly as you lightly rub your shoulder. It was going to bruise.

You catch up to Dazai and match your pace with his once more. He nods backwards with his head, “The usual?”

You nod and roll your eyes, “And it was the third time this month. I am so fed up of this.”

“Who was it this time?”

“No one important.” You shrug. Not Mori was the implicit connotation, and if his relieved sigh was anything to go by, he understood too.

“Did you seriously just leave after giving all of your work to Atsushi!?” Kunikida asks exasperatedly.

You give him a sheepish smile, “…Maybe?”

“I can’t believe you.” He says, pinching the bridge of his nose, even though he absolutely can believe it because this isn’t the first time you’ve done something like this, “When will you – “

“Ooh, Kunikida-kun, is that a new tie you’re wearing?” You interrupt, eyes excitedly scanning said garment.

He blinks once before involuntarily looking at it, “Yes, it is, but what – “

“This one suits you so much better than the last one.” You say, nodding to yourself.

“It does?” He looks unsure, “Yosano said the same thing, but I was hesitant at first…”

“She was right, it definitely looks better. She’s the only one here with any sort of fashion sense any way.” You mutter the last part under your breath, Yosano, sitting right some distance away, hears it any way and laughs to herself.

As Kunikida walks away satisfied in his fashion choices, you turn around and bump into Ranpo, “Oh, hey, Ranpo.”

Ranpo looks at Kunikida’s receding form and smirks, “He’s not stupid, you know. How does he not see through your tricks by now?”

You laugh, “It’s good for me. I wouldn’t have survived another lecture.”

Within the agency, Ranpo was the only one other than Dazai who could see through most of your behavior. You respect and appreciate him for his intellectual ability, it keeps things interesting.

He smiles mischievously at you, “A trip to the ice cream parlor tomoroow, and I’ll keep your secret.”

“Deal.”

You shake your head as Ranpo walks away with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Well, there’s no getting out of that.

With the work day mostly over, you can go home now. But you know you won’t be at peace there either, because there’s something looming in the distance that neither Dazai nor anyone else wants to talk about. You don’t really blame them either, it’s no use worrying about it prematurely after all, before he has even made a move.

But for now, you’ll just stumble back home and drag Dazai with you, because you know he’s thinking the exact same thing and you would rather he doesn’t because god knows his thoughts are already dark enough, but what can you do.

Dazai’s arms snake around your waist from behind as he rests his chin on your shoulder. You sigh.