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Armed Detective Agency
`Well, fuck,´ was the collective though.
In the middle of the office stood their beloved President who had just been an adult a few second ago. Now, there stood a tiny five-year-old version of the man, dressed in a tiny kimono and he was clutching a katana in his hands. The child was staring suspiciously at them, his little hands gripping the katana tightly while his face looked ready to tear up.
No, Ranpo was not internally cooing about how cute his pseudo father looked like this. Shut up, he wasn’t! Kunikida was tearing at his hair, a crisis written over his face while Yosano and the Tanizaki siblings stared blankly at their boss. Kyōka was peering at the child, her expression serious while Atsushi and Dazai were not in the office just yet. Both were out on a case Ranpo had refused to work on.
It was actually Dazai ditching work and dragging his lover on a date but don’t tell Kunikida that. Dazai would like to still have a few more dates with his lover, thank you~!
It was a standoff between the adults and the child, everyone was holding their breath. The air felt a bit tense and no one wanted to have their President cry right now. What could they do to prevent that from happening, though? Yosano pursed her lips, `Sitting around won’t help us…´ Sighing, she stood up from Ranpo’s chair, her usual position in the office when not in the infirmary, and tried to smile at the tiny version of Fukuzawa.
She ignored the grateful looks shot at her, honestly, such wimps! It was just a child, granted a child version of their boss but still one. How hard could it be to not make him cry and figure out what is going.
“Wimps,” she muttered before trying to appear as harmless as possible. “Hey-!”
There was suddenly a sniffling sound which had everyone freezing, not daring to move. Yosano stared at the tearing up eyes of her boss, cussing loudly in her head. What was she supposed to do?! She hadn’t even used her sadistic smile, she was sure of it!
“Yosano is too scary,” she could hear Ranpo muttering and mentally shot him the finger.
“No, please-! Don’t cry-!”
It was already too late, the tears were flowing, the cheeks turning ruddy red and the wail that left tiny Fukuzawa’s mouth was ear drum shattering. Everyone was holding their ears close and asking themselves, `HOW THE FUCK DOES THE PRESIDENT HAVE SUCH A SET OF LUNGS ON HIM!?´
A few hours later
Fukuzawa was still crying and it impressed the whole Agency. They hadn’t known that their boss had such a high endurance or such a set of lungs on him. Ranpo was glaring at the tiny version of his pseudo father, muttering under his breath while Kunikida was having a breakdown. Whatever he had tried so far to calm mini-Fukuzawa down, it wasn’t working. The boy kept on crying and even ran away from him.
Yosano had been forbidden from approaching their tiny President after the boy had screamed at her smiling face. Thankfully, neither Tanizaki was trying to get even close to the crying boy. Both would like to keep their hearing, thank you.
“Please, calm down,” Kunikida tried, only to get a loud wail as answer.
“Uwaahhh!” the cries did not, in fact, calm down.
“No-!” Kunikida was at his wits end.
No one had noticed how the door to the office had opened a certain bandage wearing man and his white-haired lover came inside. Dazai’s coat was around Atsushi’s shoulders who was a bit flushed but clinging tightly to Dazai’s hand. His tiger ears had popped up and Dazai was fascinated by it, they had been practicing for Dazai to keep his ability under control though he could touch the fluffy appendages. It was paying off.
Dazai was smiling at his boyfriend, internally cooing at how adorable Atsushi looked and how the boy was slowly beginning to grow his hair out. So far, it was reaching his shoulder blades and Dazai couldn’t stop playing with the soft and silky hair, just like the fur of the tiger.
Both were suddenly surprised when there was a sniffling child between them. One with silver hair and he was clutching at Atsushi. Something was very familiar about the boy, why was that?
“No freaking way,” Yosano glowered, left eye twitching.
“Yes freaking way,” Ranpo mumbled, eyes trained on the three, with two confused adults and one sniffling child. “Should have known… Cats are doing it for him.”
Wisely enough, the siblings kept their mouth shut when Kunikida glared at them. The frazzled, and slightly angry, blond’s look could have killed them and while Naomi would really liked to have done a jab at him, she rather liked to live, thank you! Tanizaki just let out a whimper, coward as he was.
“Ah, Atsushi-kun,” Dazai finally spoke, still staring at the familiar boy, “I do think you have something attached to you.”
“I didn’t notice that, Dazai-san,” came the dry answer, Atsushi looking curiously at the boy. “He seems familiar… Those clothes remind me of someone.”
Dazai blinked, crouching down to look at the boy and hummed. His eyes roaming over the tiny body and stopping at the face. Those eyes, that hair, the clothes, nodding to himself, Dazai stood up again.
“That’s our President in a tiny body~!” he declared, ignoring the sputtering Atsushi let out at that. “I wonder what he did to end up like this?”
The boy, still sniffling and tears running down his cheeks, wasn’t wailing anymore. That was a win while the others glared at Atsushi for succeeding where they didn’t. Atsushi was just staring at the tiny Fukuzawa, his ears twitching atop his head while Fukuzawa was staring still at Dazai and clutching at his pants. What was he supposed to do now…?
Dazai was still watching his tiny boss and he felt a smile tugging at his lips. Their President was kind of cute with how small he was. Still, just how did this happen?
“Now, who might you be, hm?” Dazai decided to ask, making sure to appear as harmless as possible. “Are you lost, by any chance?”
The sniffled again, hiding a bit behind Atsushi and shaking his head. He refused to answer and instead buried his head into Atsushi’s leg when Dazai leaned a bit closer. The brunet chuckled before getting up again.
“Well, no use~! He won’t talk,” the man hummed, crossing his arms and tapping his fingers on his biceps. “Well, let’s assume an ability hit him… When could that have been though?”
Atsushi blinked at his boyfriend, “Well, President really didn’t leave for anything the last few days… Because a certain someone thought it was a good idea to try his newest suicide idea and got the Special Unit involved.”
Dazai coughed at that and flushed a little, ignoring the snickering that went on in the office. Little Fukuzawa peered up at the white-haired man with the cat ears atop his head. He’s little cries had slowly stopped and he was now rubbing at his itching cheeks. The dried tears were bothering him a little and he relaxed a little when no one’s attention was on him.
The boy’s pants he was clutching at, he felt familiar and comfortable o him. Like his pet cat, the one he had gotten as a gift from his parents. The cat was his most precious friend and he cuddled with him every day, `He is like Kato! He feels warm like him!´ If anyone was actually paying attention to tiny Fukuzawa, they would have noticed sparkles surrounding him while rubbing his face against Atsushi’s leg. It would seem the tiny boy was missing his beloved pet and Atsushi reminded him of it.
Fukuzawa was busy thinking about his pet cat Kato, the boy didn’t notice the discussion that had just taken place right now.
“Then, it is settled,” Ranpo declared, sounding a bit annoyed. “Atsushi will take care of Tiny President while we hunt down that ability user!”
“I’ll help Atsushi-kun deal with our tiny President!” Dazai sang out, already holding onto his boyfriend who sighed.
“Two children I have to look after then,” Atsushi sighed, peering down at Fukuzawa who was still holding tightly onto him. “I wonder who will be more work…”
“Atsushi-kun!” came the offended gasp from Dazai.
Kunikida snorted, he had been about to shout at Dazai but stopped. Atsushi’s flawless delivery of his words had the blond smirking. Did he enjoy Dazai being called out like that? Maybe, the man did have a few rights to it. Still…
“I still call bullshit,” Yosano muttered, glancing at Fukuzawa who shrank away from her. “Fucking-!”
“Yosano-san!” Tanizaki gasped, Naomi peering over his shoulder at their tiny boss. “You can’t just say that-!”
“I will fucking curse as often as I want!” the woman sulked, pouting. “This is unfair! I demand-!”
The three went ignored while Atsushi sighed and crouched down to look at his tiny boss. Fukuzawa flinched a little, his eyes tearing up. Atsushi send the boy a smile, his ears twitching again. Immediately, blue eyes went up to his head and Atsushi felt his smile widen.
“Hello there, I’m Nakajima Atsushi, and you are?” Atsushi asked in a gentle voice.
“Fucking cheater!”
“Yosano-san!”
There was also a smack heard which had Yosano hissing and Ranpo snorting.
“F- Fu’usava Yu’ichi,” came the whispers words suddenly, it had Atsushi cooing at how cute Fukuzawa was being.
“Hello Yukichi-kun,” Atsushi smiled wider at the tiny boy who flushed a little. “Would you like to stay with me until we can get you back?”
The boy nodded shyly, “Atsu… Stay with him?”
“Yes, I’ll look after you,” Atsushi hummed, sunset eyes glittering.
“Fuck-! My heart-! President, why are you so cute as a child!?” Ranpo cried out, Yosano glowering at Atsushi.
“Cats are evil-! I just wanted to pay him back!” Yosano could never repay the debt she owed Fukuzawa for taking her away from Mori but now she was being upstaged by the Tiger just like that?! “Just you wait until you have to be treated by me-!”
“Yosano-san!” Kunikida hissed at the woman. “Stop that-!”
“Do keep talking, Yosano-san~!” the woman froze suddenly when Dazai whispered into her ear. “What would you like to do to my precious Tiger, hm? I couldn’t quite hear you… Do tell me, yes?”
“Press ‘F’ for respect!” Naomi muttered, ducking behind her brother when Yosano glared at her.
“Ranpo-san is a jealous boy,” muttered Kyōka when she noticed the dark look said man’s face. “Leave, Atsu-nii alone!”
That night
Atsushi and his tiny guest were sitting together and eating their dinner. It wasn’t anything fancy, just some fish and rice. Atsushi hadn’t thought that he would have a guest, well two guests staying over. The boy ignored his boyfriend clinging to his back and rubbing against him. `Shameless bastard!´
“Atsu,” Fukuzawa was fidgeting with his chopsticks, barely having eating his food.
“Yes, Yukichi-kun?” Atsushi ignored the whine in his ear when Dazai tried to get his attention.
“Hewp, pwease?” it was kind of adorable how Fukuzawa had problems with his ‘w’, ‘k’ and ‘l’s.
“Give me a minute, alright?” when the boy nodded, Atsushi pinched Dazai and ignored his yelp. “Osamu-san.”
Dazai stiffened when Atsushi used his name, it always got to him when his adorable Tiger called him that. It was just unfair!? How could Atsushi be so cute like this? `I should not have a kink for that! I shouldn’t-! But Atsushi-kun is just too adorable for my poor heart!´ Dazai could feel how his face was burning. He didn’t notice how Atsushi was using this as his chance to slip out of his grasp and settle next to Fukuzawa.
The boy was staring with wide eyes when Atsushi took the chopsticks from him and began to feed him.
“That little bastard-!” Dazai cursed when he saw the scene, glaring at tiny Fukuzawa and how he was hogging all of his Atsushi’s attention. “This means war!”
Boy and child ignored the grumbling brunet, one because he knew that the man was being stupid and the other because he had no idea what was going on.
The next day
Atsushi was holding Fukuzawa’s hand while making their way to the Agency, Dazai was walking on his other side. The man was holding tightly to Atsushi’s hand which the white haired one easily ignored. He knew how possessive, and jealous, Dazai could get. Atsushi figured it would settle some of Dazai’s nerves if he let him have this. `As long as he doesn’t harm Yukichi-kun…´ Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to this.
One never knew with Dazai. The man fought an old lady when she had asked for directions and Atsushi had helped her. The woman had just tried to pat Atsushi’s arm in thanks when Dazai got between them and actually hissed at the woman.
Save to say, Atsushi was left an embarrassed mess while Dazai acted like a territorial cat for the rest of the day.
“Atsushi-kun~!” Dazai suddenly sang out, tugging at his boyfriend’s hand. “Let’s ditch work~!”
“Dazai-san!” Atsushi tried to scold, only to have Dazai tug at his hand again. “No, we promised to show up while the others try to solve the mystery.”
“Must we really?” came the whine.
Fukuzawa peered curiously at the brunet, his tiny hand holding tightly onto Atsushi’s. He really didn’t understand why the man was whining like that but he liked the white haired one a lot. He was nice to him and even fed him and read him a bedtime story!
“Atsu…” he lightly tugged at Atsushi’s hand, fidgeting a little when two pairs of eyes peered down at him. “Atsu… can we go to the pawk?”
Atsushi smiled at Fukuzawa while Dazai made a thoughtful face. `Maybe I should use tiny-President to get Atsushi-kun to agree to ditching work!´
“The park?” Atsushi asked, tilting his head to the side. “Why, Yukichi-kun?”
“Too loud,” the boy muttered, not meeting Atsushi’s eyes.
“Oh,” Atsushi blinked while Dazai hummed.
“Well, it’s decided then~! Park day it is~!” Dazai sang out, already dragging the two off.
Anything to escape the office, really. Dazai really didn’t want to know just what the others were up to. Remembering just what kind of mood Ranpo and Yosano had been in, Dazai had a feeling that it wouldn’t be wise to drag Tiny-zawa into the office. Yosano might have put her plans for Atsushi on ice, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to win Fukuzawa over, the same with Ranpo.
Both hadn’t been happy when tiny Fukuzawa had refused to leave Atsushi and began to tear up when he saw them.
Meanwhile inside said office
“… Are they for real?” Kunikida was getting headache just from watching Yosano and Ranpo.
“Well, did you expect anything different from them?” Tanizaki asked, Naomi was on the floor and laughing.
“I can’t believe Kenji-kun agreed to help them!” the blond man was shaking his head. “That boy is too pure for this office.”
“You can say that again,” came the agreed murmur.
Both looked on as Kenji was helping to put up a cat tree while Ranpo was getting nearly mauled by cats. Yosano was glaring at the instructions she was reading to Kenji, atop her head was a cat eared headband. Ranpo, having his own, was hissing at the cats right back.
“We were supposed to look for a suspect, trying to get our President back as an adult,” Kunikida scowled, eyes going to the watch atop the office door. “Speaking about… Where are the brat and the walking waste of good oxygen?”
“… I am going to my crepes,” Kyōka had silently entered the office and decided to leave it just as silently. “Not my mess… Not my mess…”
Back with Atsushi, Dazai and Tiny-zawa
Having reached the park, Atsushi watched as Fukuzawa was running around and looking everywhere. Dazai was gone from his side, claiming to get them some breakfast and Atsushi stayed back to watch their tiny President.
“Oh no-!” Atsushi gasped when Fukuzawa stumbled and fell on his face. “Yukichi-kun, are you alright?”
Hurrying the downed boy’s side, Atsushi carefully looked him over. There was a sniffling coming from the boy, his face red from having fallen on it and tears gathering in his eyes.
“A- Atsu,” came the whimper when Atsushi gently turned the boy’s face.
“Aw, it’s okay, Yukichi-kun,” cooed Atsushi, seeing no scratch or other wound. “Everything’s fine, you’re just a bit dirty.”
There was a sniffle followed by Fukuzawa hiccupping a little. `Who would have known that President was such a crybaby at this age,´ Atsushi thought with a sweat drop when the tiny boy suddenly clung to him.
“Ah, Yukichi-kun?”
There was a sniffle and Atsushi looked into teary eyes, `It’s going to be a long day, isn’t it?´
The next day, Agency
Atsushi was sitting on the couch together with child-zawa while Dazai was complaining about being ignored. He was rubbing his face into Atsushi’s legs, arms wrapped around them and laying on the floor. Chibi-zawa was watching the brunet while sitting on Atsushi’s lap. He was holding Atsushi’s tiger tail in his tiny hands while Atsushi gave Dazai a deadpanning look.
“Honestly, Dazai-san, you’re a grown man,” Atsushi huffed, patting Fukuzawa on the head.
“I am no such thing when I have to share your attention, sweetheart,” Dazai grumbled, holding on tighter.
“Dazai-san is woves Atsu a wot,” Fukuzawa said suddenly.
Atsushi looked stunned at his tiny boss while Dazai nodded from his position on the floor.
“Got that right, Tiny-zawa!” Dazai shot Atsushi a wink who flustered at the gesture. “I love him a lot~!”
“D- Dazai-san!” Atsushi stammered, cheeks a bright red. “Not in front-!”
“No, the whole world must know how much I love my Tiger,” purred the man, suddenly up and sitting next to Atsushi, dragging the boy plus child close to him. “I’d announce it the whole world, if I could~!”
Fukuzawa was watching the two, eyes shining at the obvious love shared between the two. Dazai had pulled Atsushi’s face closer to his own before giving him a kiss which had Atsushi squealing. Out of reflex, Atsushi’s hands covered Fukuzawa’s eyes who pouted. He wanted to see!
“Right in front of my paperwork,” glowered Kunikida, the only one trying to keep their Agency afloat.
“I still call favourism!” Ranpo sulked, munching on a cookie to bruise his hurt ego.
When Atsushi together with Dazai and Chibi-zawa came in, he had tried to win his pseudo father over with some sweets. Save to say it, ended with Fukuzawa crying about ‘stwanger dangew’ and hiding behind Atsushi. The Tiger had to console the child while Dazai was laughing so hard at a pouting Ranpo. Ranpo hadn’t stopped sulking since then.
“It’s always the cats!” the detective muttered, hiding behind a map when Kunikida glared at him. “Yea, yea… I look already…”
“I think they are cute… like a family,” Naomi said from her place on her brother’s desk. “What? Don’t give me that look!”
The next day
“WAAAHAA!” was the loud wailing heard in the office.
Atsushi, having stepped out to get his and Fukuzawa’s lunch, was sadly not there to help calm down their tiny boss. Kunikida was the one at fault for this one. The loud man had yelled at Dazai when the man had whined about missing his dear boyfriend already and like usual, Kunikida’s temper exploded. Shaking Dazai and yelling at him had set of Fukuzawa into a crying fit.
No one was able to calm him down, in fact when Yosano had tried her luck again. The child had run away from her and hidden under a desk, loudly sobbing. Now, they had to deal with a crying kid and no one was really a help, thankfully, Kenji wasn’t in today and would not be for some time. As it was, he had gone back to his village just yesterday because one of his family members was marrying. He just couldn’t miss that, could he?
Kyōka had begged him to take her with her. She really didn’t want to deal with the mess going in the office right now. Especially with Ranpo and Yosano acting so out of character like that. Yes, she was taken with, just so you know.
The sunshine personified had promised to bring back lots of present and sweets too. Ranpo had been very pleased by that promise as had Yosano been about the presents. What? Kenji always brought the good stuff back, sue them!
“Please, calm down, Fukuzawa-san,” Kunikida was trying, having crouched down in front of the desk, his voice soft.
“UWAAHHH!” came the screeching wailing.
“Kunikida-kun is a monster scaring little children~!” Dazai sang out, having recovered from his shaking experience. “Honestly, if Atsushi-kun knew what you did to our Tiny-zawa~!”
Kunikida glowered at that, forgetting that Fukuzawa could see his face. It ended with a loud scream from the child. Everyone was wincing at the volume and holding their ears closed.
“Goddamn, he got a set of lungs at him!” Ranpo muttered, holding his ears closed.
“Wouldn’t have expected this from him, not with how he usual is to well contained,” Naomi’s face was scrunched up.
“Who let Kunikida-kun get close to him anyways?!” Dazai asked, shaking his head to clear the ringing from his ears.
All eyes turned to look at a sulking Yosano who was put in the corner as punishment. The woman just didn’t have a way with children. She was too much for them, her whole demeanor too.
“Fukuzawa-san, please calm-!” they heard Kunikida trying again.
“ATSU-!”
“I told you, favorism at its finest!” Ranpo complained.
It went on like this for another few minutes until Atsushi finally come back. The boy blinked at the loud office; his sensitive hearing having heard it already on the street. He had already a good idea just what might have happened, `Can’t leave them alone for a minute… Honestly.´ There, in the middle of the office stood a red faced Fukuzawa with Kunikida hovering around the boy. The blond man was trying to calm the child down with no success.
Dazai was sitting on one of the couches, just watching the two while Yosano was still sulking. Ranpo and Naomi wore earplugs, both immersed in their work. They would really like their boss back, thank you.
Was Ranpo a bit jealous that Fukuzawa was ore focused on Atsushi? Maybe.
Was the reason he was focusing on finding that ability user? You can bet you ass on that.
No one got Fukuzawa’s praises but him, damn it!
“Yukichi-kun?” Atsushi carefully called out.
Like a miracle, the wailing stopped and a tiny silver haired bullet ran at Atsushi. Tiny arms wrapped around Atsushi’s leg and a teary face looked up at him.
“Atsu,” came the sniffle, melting Atsushi a little.
The next day
“FUCK IT-!”
“UAWAAA!”
“NOT AGAIN!”
“KUNIKIDA-SAN!”
The last was Atsushi, glaring at his blond colleague while Fukuzawa was sitting sobbing on his lap.
The next day
“Yosano-san! Get away from our Chibi-zawa~!” Dazai sang out. “You know how this will end.”
Said woman ignored Dazai’s warning. She wanted just one smile from the man, alright?! She’d be damned if Atsushi was going to keep those smiles to himself for as long as their president was this tiny.
“Come on, Fukuzawa,” she was trying to coax the kid to look at her. “Why don’t we play together, hm?”
“Aaaaand she’s dead,” Ranpo muttered, still not closer in finding the suspect.
“Uhuhu,” both Kunikida and Tanizaki hid behind their desks.
All was silent in the office; everyone was looking at Yosano and the tiny President. So far, Fukuzawa had yet to cry, looking with wide eyes at Yosano who was smiling at him. Well, if you culd call it a smile. `Where’s Atsushi when you need him?!´
Yosano felt a triumph enter when suddenly Fukuzawa began to open his mouth, his eyes immediately tearing up. The smile she had send him spoke of unholy things that would be done to him. Or, it felt like this to the child, if we are being honest.
“WAAAHAAA!”
“MOTHERFUCKER-!”
“YOSANO-SAN!” to the rescue came Atsushi, slamming the door to the office open. “STOP MAKING YUKICHI-KUN CRY!”
“I JUST WANTED A SMILE, DAMN IT!”
The next day
“Yukichi-kun, would like to draw?” Atsushi asked, a few crayons in his hands and coloring book about cats.
Immediately, blue eyes focused on the book, “Uhuhu!”
“Alright, come here then.”
There were envious stares directed at the two. Ranpo and Yosano glaring at Atsushi while Dazai was glaring at Fukuzawa. He didn’t like how his Atsushi had so easily taken to ignore him when they ere at work. Never mind in the privacy of their shared room.
“Still no news?” Dazai asked, slumped over his desk while watching the two coloring at Atsushi’s desk. “When will this end?”
The day after
Fukuzawa was taking a nap, using Atsushi’s lap as a pillow while clutching the tiger tail in his hand. Earlier that day, the two had been out and about, Atsushi having decided that the office was putting too much stress on their boss. Well, that and the boy grew tired of all the glares from his colleagues. It wasn’t his fault that Fukuzawa seemed to want to stay close to him, he was just being himself!
`Maybe if those idiots weren’t so overwhelming, he would actually want to play with them!´ Atsushi glared right back at Ranpo when he caught the detectives eyes. The man sulked and turned back to the map and reading a report about their might-be suspect.
“Overgrown children,” he sighed to himself, slapping at Dazai’s creeping hand. “Dazai-san, not at work.”
“Boo, Atsushi-kun won’t let me to anything! Not here and not home either!” came the complain from the man. “You don’t love me anymore.”
Atsushi rolled his eyes at the accusation, “I already told you why, Osamu. I do love you but not in public and certainly not around our colleagues, you know that!”
“Ah~ Atsushi-kun loves me~!” the man sang out, a flush to his cheeks.
Dazai would never grow tired of having Atsushi call him by his name. He ignored the disgusted looks shot at them, leaning over to leave a quick kiss on Atsushi’s lips.
“Let’s go on a date when all of this over, alright?”
“Sure, Dazai-san.”
Dazai smiled at Atsushi before stealing another kiss, ignoring the gagging coming from the peanut gallery behind them. He also ignored the breaking of a pen coming from Kunikida.
And the day after
“Atsu!” came the giggle from Fukuzawa, Atsushi was tickling the boy. “No mowe!”
“Ah, did I hear more?” came the teasing.
“Nooo!”
“Yes~!”
There was a shriek followed by more giggling. Fukuzawa trying to roll away from Atsushi’s fingers but it was no use. Atsushi was just stronger than the boy and holding him in place.
“This should not be so wholesome…”
“Why can’t he be like that for us too!?”
And the day after
“WE FOUND HIM!” Kunikida exclaimed suddenly.
“YES, NO MORE ATSUSHI HOGGING FUKUZAWA!” you can guess who that was.
“Aw, it was just so cute!” Naomi pouted, having taken a lot of pictures and videos of their tiny President together with Atsushi.
“Where’s Dazai?” Yosano demanded to know, the most gleeful.
Everyone stopped what they were doing, looking around the office before cursing. Their bandaged colleague was nowhere to be seen.
“Urhm… I think he followed after Atsushi and Fukuzawa?” Tanizaki offered, cowering when all turned to glare at him.
“AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO SAY ANYTHING!?” demanded Kunikida to know.
“I- I thought you knew!” he cried out.
With Atsushi and Fukuzawa
The two were watching how Dazai was being fished out of a pond. The man having fallen into it when a dog had chased. Fukuzawa had laughed at the scene while Atsushi had been more bemused than anything. Until the man had fallen into the pond and had to be fished out.
“I knew it! Dogs are fucking evil-!” Dazai ranted, wringing his coat out.
Dazai stopped in his ranting when he heard twin giggles. Looking up, he spotted Atsushi and Fukuzawa, both red in the face from their laughing.
“Oho? You wanna share my fate, is that it?” Dazai asked, faux cheer in his voice.
Both stopped in their giggling, “Ah, Dazai-san, there is no need-!”
Dazai, still dripping, took a step closer to the two.
“WUN, ATSU!” Fukuzawa suddenly yelled.
Not needing to be told twice, Atsushi did just that. Dazai hot on their heels. `Fine… Maybe I can share my Atsushi-kun just a bit longer,´ Dazai thought with twitching lips when he heard their shrieking.
Later that day in the Agency
A tired-out Tiny-zawa was sleeping soundly on Atsushi’s chest. The white-haired boy was holding the silver haired one tightly to his chest and also sleeping. Both had been tired from all the running from Dazai in the park and had crashed as soon as they entered the office. Kunikida had yelled at Dazai and dragged the man off before any excused could be told. Ranpo and Yosano went with them, they wanted to make sure that Dazai didn’t give the blond the slip, they really would like their adult president back.
Naomi was cooing over the cute picture the two made while Tanizaki was trying his b es tot stop her from taking too many pictures. It wasn’t really working.
“Aww, they are just so cute~!”
Sighing, Tanizaki was about to say something when there was a light in the office and a loud thumbing sound. There came a groan from the direction of the couches where Atsushi and Fukuzawa had slept. Both siblings’ jaws dropped at what they saw.
“Yukichi-kun?” came Atsushi’s sleepy voice, the boy having been woken from the sound. “Are you alright?”
There was a pained groan which did not come from a child’s mouth. It made Atsushi wake up faster and stare with wide eyes at an adult sized Fukazawa who looked a bit amused with a lightly pained face.
“Ah…”
“… Pres- President-! I didn’t mean- I mean-!” Atsushi stammered, red in the face, he was embarrassed in having called his boss by his first name just like that. “I- I thought- I didn’t mean to-!”
“It is alright, Atsushi,” came the voice from Fukuzawa, the man coughing a little. “Anyone mind explaining to me what has happened and why I am on the floor?”
“What do you remember last, President?” funnily enough, Naomi was the one to ask this.
“I was talking with you,” Fukuzawa answered her after a short silence. “I don’t remember about what though…”
“Ah… It has been a roughly a week since then, President,” Tanizaki offered, shrinking when sharp blue eyes look at him.
“Explain,” came the sudden demand.
How could he have lost over a week worth of memories? Fukuzawa knew that something was fishy about that, especially with how easily Atsushi seemed to have called him ‘Yukichi-kun’ just like that.
“That’s a funny story,” Atsushi said, feeling nervous when those blue eyes settled on him suddenly.
“Is that so?” Fukuzawa asked, one eyebrow raised.
“I- I don’t know where to start,” the tiger stuttered nervously out, ears and tail popping up.
Fukuzawa didn’t notice it but his hands immediately went for the tail while Naomi had to slap her hands over her mouth at unconscious done action. Well, not all of Tiny-zawa seemed to have let their President just yet.
“But I do!” Naomi blurted out, sounding gleeful. “I have pictures to help too!”
“YOU TOOK PICTURES?!” Atsushi screeched.
One embarrassing explanation later
Fukuzawa was sitting stone face on the couch, his hands still holding onto Atsushi’s tail. The boy having not the heart to tell the older man what he had been doing since he first grasped it. It reminded him a bit of Yukichi-kun and how he had sought comfort from him like that.
“I see,” the man finally muttered, eyes trained on the pictures of his younger self and a light blush to his cheeks.
Before anything else could be said, the door to the office slammed open.
“PRESIDENT!” Yosano and Ranpo cried out. “YOU’RE BACK TO NORMAL!”
“No thanks to you two,” Dazai muttered, going straight for his Atsushi. “The horrors I had to see, Atsushi-kun~!”
The bandaged man ignored Fukuzawa and plopped down right in Atsushi’s lap, nuzzling his tiger. Atsushi flushed a little red at that but was soon brought into Dazai’s antics when the man whined about Kunikida’s heartlessness. A giggle left his lips at that while Fukuzawa was left to deal with Ranpo and Yosano.
“I can’t believe that you did that to us!” Ranpo complained. “You ignored us!”
“Favoring Atsushi like that!” Yosano added, eyes narrowed.
“Favorism!” both chorused, ranting together at the man.
Fukuzawa sighed, `Well, not a lot has changed then…´ Those two certainly liked to complain about his past actions like thy did. As if he had any control over his younger self. `I can see why my younger self kept away from you two… You are coming on too strong for any child.´
That night
Fukuzawa had been given a collection of pictures at the end of their work day from Naomi. Now, that he was alone without Ranpo and Yosano ranting at him and pouting. He had the time to look at the pictures and he had to smile at some of them while asking himself just why Naomi thought it a good idea to film him crying.
“My reputation… it is ruined,” the man hung his head when he saw 27th video of him crying. “They won’t ever listen to me again!”
Not even the pictures of him being cuddled by a tiger made up for it. No matter how jealous he was of his younger self having appearance Atsushi’s tiger cuddles like that. He knew that the younger had too much respect for him to do anything like this now.
“Ah,” he blinked when he saw another picture of him petting the tiger ears. “Well… Maybe…”
Mulling over the sudden idea that hit him, Fukuzawa blinked when there was a knock on his door. Looking at the clock, he wondered just who would try to disturb him at such an hour. Standing up, the man made his way to his door and blinked in surprise at who stood there.
“Atsushi?”
The young man was fidgeting and not daring it look Fukuzawa in the eyes.
“Urhm… P- President, no- no offence bu- but,” Atsushi bit his lips, eyes darting up at the man. “Ah- it’s just…”
“Come inside, Atsushi,” the man sighed, having a fairly well idea what Atsushi might want.
Quickly, the boy hurried inside and was sitting at Fukuzawa’s table, a cup of tea in front of them both. Deciding to wait on Atsushi to gather his courage, Fukuzawa just enjoyed the silence.
“President,” Atsushi finally spoke, tea barely touched. “I… I just wanted to make sure-!”
“I already know, Atsushi,” Fukuzawa could see the relief enter Atsushi, with the way the boy relaxed. “The last few days were certainly… something.”
“Y- Yes, so- so c- can I?” how could Fukuzawa say when he saw the kitten eyes directed at him.
Nodding, the man was not at all surprised to have Atsushi stand up and give him a hug, tiger ears and tail out. His hands went on autopilot and started patting the boy. `Well, something good came of this, at least.´
The next day at the Agency
“I CALL UNFAIRNESS!” – Ranpo
“I DEMAND RETRIBUTION!” – Yosano
“WHY CAN’T WE HAVE A NORMAL WORK DAY!?” – Kunikida
“ATSUSHI-KUN, ME TOO!” – Dazai
“Naomi, are you taking pictures again?” – Tanizaki
“Hush, let me, Nii-sama, this is for science!” – Naomi
What the commission was about? Well, the moment Atsushi had entered the office, Fukuzawa had called the boy into his office. Everyone had watched in confusion when the boy was called in. What had happened that their President wanted to see Atsushi first thing in the morning?
They got their answer when Dazai grew impatient after Atsushi didn’t come out 10 minutes later.
The sight that greeted them inside the office was kind of cute. Their President was sitting in front of a tiger Atsushi and patting the boy on the head who was enjoying the treatment.
“FAVORISM!” – Ranpo and Yosano