Teccho X Tachihara Angst/Fluff
Michizo Tachihara going undercover and joining the Port Mafia, was necessary but dangerous. Since he couldn’t use his ability, he was more vulnerable, and this worried Teccho Suehiro, Tachihara’s trusted colleague and “friend”, a lot.
One day, Tachihara is able to slip away from the Port Mafia to attend a Hunting Dogs meeting. He sits in the seat directly next to Teccho (in a very platonic and friendly manner) and slumps his head down onto the table in exhaustion.
“Tachihara! You were able to make it?” Teccho asks, his eyes shining with happiness.
“Yeah. It’s been ages huh?” he sits up to look at his colleague.
“Way too long,” Teccho answers.
“Now let’s start with the boring business- Oh Tachihara! You’re joining us for once!” Fukuchi exclaims.
“Yep!” Tachihara waves at his fellow hunting dogs. Teruko happily runs over and jumps on his shoulders.
“Yay!! My piggy backs have returned!” she smiles wide.
After a long, boring 2 hours, the meeting wraps up.
“...and that’s why our next mission is very important,” Fukuchi says. “Ok, you all can go home now. I have... important paperwork to do,”
“By that you mean you’re going to open that bottle of sake you’re hiding in your desk?” Jouno asks, already knowing the answer.
“You guessed it! Now leave!” Fukuchi orders.
Everyone leaves. Teccho and Tachihara linger by the building to say goodbye.
“How long will it be until I see you again??” Teccho asks, looking a little sad.
“I don’t know... you can always call me though!” Tachihara says, smiling.
“Ok. I’ll do that,” Teccho says. “Goodbye!”
“Bye!” They hug for a second before going their separate ways.
“I can trust you with this mission, right?” Mori asks, his voice in a purr. Tachihara knows this mission is stupidly dangerous. He could easily die. Especially without his ability. And he can’t use it under any circumstances, who knows who could be watching!
“The rest of the Black Lizard really can’t help?” Tachihara asks.
“Are you opposing me Michizo Tachihara?” Mori smiles coyly.
“No sir...” he mutters.
“Good. I hope to see you in a few days, alive and well,” Mori purrs.
Tachihara knows this is bullshit. Him? The “ability-less” member of the Black Lizard being sent to overthrow a powerful ability using group called The Blizzard, led by none other than Yasunari Kawabata? Fat chance. His skill was “Snow Country” a powerful ability causing the person who he inflicts physical damage on to fall into a trance and obey his every command. The group was made up of an army Kawabata had hypnotized.
Tachihara nears the building and begins to shake in fear. He’s usually pretty confident in his abilities, but that’s when other people like Gin and Hirotsu are helping. God, he’s never wanted even Akutagawa to just come help him this bad. He takes a deep breath, cocks his gun and pushes the back entrance door open.
He quickly glances around, he doesn’t see any immediate threats. That’s a relief at least. He hears footsteps. The empty, soulless eyes of a few people in Kawabata’s “army” meet his as they robotically go around a corner.
Tachihara, wanting to not alert others, quietly jumps forward and slits a specific part on all three of their necks, making them slump forward, unconscious, but not enough to kill them. He couldn’t do that to these poor people who have no choice in the situation they’re in.
“Oh hello little mafioso! Are you all alone?” a voice coos from a scratchy loudspeaker.
“What?! Who’s there?!” Tachihara looks around, his heart thumping in fear.
“Oh, you know who it is. Did you think I couldn’t sense if some of my subordinates fall asleep?” Kawabata's voice croons.
Shit. He hadn’t thought of that. But of course, it makes sense.
“Where are you?!” Tachihara asks.
“It would be no fun if I told you~” Kawabata purrs, before he turns the intercom off.
“Fuck!” Tachihara hears footsteps. Lots of them. Suddenly, a large group of children holding knives, guns and other weapons come around the corner.
Tachihara’s face pales. Children?! The oldest of these kids looks to be about 15, and some are as young as 4. This is insanity.
“N-no... I can’t hurt a bunch of children...” Tachihara whispers, shaken to the core.
He wants to run. He wants to run and run and run and never see the lifeless eyes of these children again. But then he’d be kicked out of the mafia, and would let down Fukuchi, he would be a failure. Then he’d probably be removed from the Hunting Dogs as well, then he’d die because the surgeries wouldn’t be available any more. He can’t fail. He’d let down Fukuchi. He’d let down Teccho.
Teccho’s face flashes in his mind’s eye. He can hear his voice, that soft, caramel-smooth voice of his. He sets his face. He must not fail this mission.
Tachihara breathes in, and then out. He shuts his eyes tight and begins to shoot.
“This is for Teccho!” he screams as he shoots blindly into the mass of children. He can hear the bodies hit the ground. Those small, undeveloped bodies.
A sob chokes its way out from deep within Tachihara. He can smell the blood, he can hear the silent screams of the hypnotized children. He keeps shooting.
Finally, he runs out of bullets. Tears streaming down his face, he runs full speed through the mass of bloody, lifeless children.
He runs and runs. He finally reaches a large, wooden door. He busts it open, his knife at the ready. He furiously wipes the tears from his face as he sees a man sitting in the chair, a lofty smirk upon his face. He’s dressed in a gray suit with gold accents. He has graying blonde hair, slicked back and resting just above the shoulders.
“Ah! The little mafia has killed the children! I’m surprised you could do it,” he says in that annoyingly smooth, confident voice of his.
“You monster! How could you do this to people, to children?!” Tachihara shouts.
“Ah, ah, ah! I’m not the monster here, now am I? Did I just kill a bunch of helpless kids?” he purrs.
“Why you-” Tachihara lunges forward with his knife.
Kawabata calmly stands and sidesteps the messy, rage-filled attack.
“Now, I thought you’d be a little stronger that this!” Kawabata coos.
“Shut up!” Tachihara lunges again, but again, Kawabata calmly sidesteps. He snaps his fingers, and 4 soulless servants of his appear in the doorway. 2 of them grab each of Tachihara’s arms.
He struggles and kicks.
“Let go! Let go of me you shitty manipulator!” Tachihara yells, all panic from earlier is replaced by a blinding rage. What kind of person does something like this? He’s never met such a vile creature in his life.
“I’m not even touching you, fool,” laughs Kawabata
Teccho’s face flashes in his mind again, and tears spring to his eyes at the thought that he is going to die. He’s going to leave Teccho. He’ll never say goodbye... he’ll never confess that he likes Teccho way more than a friend.
“No... no!” Tachihara begins to struggle harder, but the mindless soldiers have an iron grip on his arms.
Kawabata begins to cackle. An evil, soul-scratching sound. He pulls a knife from a pocket and un-sheathes it.
“Just one little cut and you’ll be mine, little mafioso,” he smirks coldly, his eyes sparkling in a malicious glee.
“No! I’ll never listen to you! You’re a monster! A monster!” Tachihara screams.
Kawabata grins and brings the knife up to Tachihara’s arm.
The door bursts open right before the knife draws blood.
“Michizo!”
Tachihara’s head snaps up at that familiar voice. He hears more footsteps and gunshots fire, shooting down the 4 hypnotized people holding Tachihara’s arms. He sees Gin leap forward and slice a spot in Kawabata’s neck, knocking him unconscious.
“Michizo! Are you ok?? Are you hurt? Why is there blood on you?!” Teccho runs over and hugs him tightly, gently checking him for injuries.
“N-no... I’m ok...” stutters Tachihara, in shock from the sudden entrance of his friends, and the adrenaline draining form his body. “How did you...?”
“Know? Well, it’s a long story. Mori let it slip he sent you on this mission to Chuuya, who told Dazai, who told Fukuzawa. Fukuzawa was drinking with Fukuchi for some reason and told him. He was worried you’d need help, so he sent me out to gather your mafia friends and come help you!” Teccho explains, still tightly hugging Tachihara.
“Wait but... do they know now?” Tachihara looks around, noticing the only other people with Teccho are Hirotsu and Gin.
“It’s ok. We won’t tell the boss anything. We promise,” Hirotsu says. Gin nods in agreement.
“Oh thank god!” Tachihara sighs in relief. “I thought I was gonna lose everything!” he nuzzles his face into Teccho’s chest. “You should leave Teccho, before other mafia members arrive,” Tachihara says.
“Ok... I’ll see you later though,” says Teccho.
“Ok,” Tachihara says, seeing Teccho escape through a window.
Kawabata is taken into custody. He’s tortured util he releases his hold on the people of The Blizzard. The building is cleaned up and the mafia remove all traces that an organization was ever housed here.
Later that night, Tachihara goes to his apartment. He takes a long shower, his tears mixing with the water. No matter how hard he scrubs, the blood won’t come off his hands. It’s still there haunting him. He gives up and gets out, drying off and putting on a loose T-shirt and baggy sweatpants.
He lays on his bed and calls Teccho.
“Hey... could you come to my apartment? I can’t be alone right now...” he mumbles.
“Ok. I’ll be there soon,” answers Teccho. He hangs up.
A few minutes later, Tachihara hears a knock on his window. He slides it open and Teccho comes inside. Tachihara wraps his arms around his “friend” and begins to cry again.
“Michizo... what’s wrong?” Teccho softly whispers, stroking the back of Tachihara’s hair.
“I- I don’t deserve your kindness! I’m a monster! I’m a murderer!” Tachihara sobs.
Teccho leads him over to his bed, sitting down and letting Tachihara cling to him and cry.
“You’ve killed people before... what’s wrong?” Teccho asks, concerned.
“Not children! Not a bunch of helpless children! I... had no choice!” Tachihara sniffles and tries to control his sobs.
“What?” Teccho ask, genuinely confused.
“Kawabata... he had an army of hypnotized children... they were all armed...the only way to get to him was to kill them! I didn’t mean to! I swear!” Tachihara gasps for air.
“Hey... breathe...” murmurs Teccho. “It’s ok... I don’t judge you... I don’t blame you...” Teccho says softly.
“But... I deserve to die for what I did...” mutters Tachihara.
“Michizo! Never ever say that! You do NOT deserve to die! I would miss you too much...” Teccho comforts.
“Oh Teccho... I love you so much...” he mutters.
“You love me?” Teccho asks, slightly surprised.
“Yes... I do...” whispers Tachihara.
“I love you too...” Teccho whispers back.
“I’m so glad...” mumbles Tachihara.
Teccho plants a small kiss on the top of Tachihara’s head.
“Wanna sleep now?” Teccho asks in a soft voice.
“Yeah...” mutters Tachihara.
Teccho holds him close as they slip under the covers, falling fast asleep.
The next morning, Teccho has to leave. He has a mission to do.
“Teccho... come back tonight, ok?” Tachihara mumbles sleepily.
“Of course,” Teccho says.
Tachihara gets dressed and goes to work, Mori calls him into his office.
“I’m pleasantly surprised to see you,” he lies smoothly.
“Same here,” Tachihara smiles, forcing it onto his face.
“You have a mission with the Black Lizard. I will be seeing you,” Mori says calmly.
“Yes sir,” Tachihara leaves.
Teccho decides to tell all the hunting dogs that him and Tachihara are together now, earning an excited squeal from Teruko, an unimpressed “cool” from Jouno. And maniacal laughter from Fukuchi who “knew it all along”.