Welcome to the Port Mafia
Dazai was sitting in a luxurious armchair. Dressed in all black with a red long scarf. A testament to his leadership. His office was at the highest floor of the port mafia headquarters. And this all to keep him safe.
Everything was gloomy as the boss sat there. One eye covered with bandages.
A knock sounded on the door.
“Boss, it’s Draco. I’ve come at your summons.” A voice spoke through the door.
“Enter.” Dazai spoke coldly.
The giant black door opened with a creak. Outside of the room was a hallway full of armed men. Already to die for their boss if anyone tried anything.
Draco stepped inside. He had envisioned his days as an adult to be different. He had thought about studying at a powerful wizarding university. Or working for his father. But here he was. On the other side of the world in the port mafia headquarters. Obeying Dazai Osamu.
As Draco stepped inside that ginger next to the boss started to yell. Was he another Weasley?
“Lower your head, raid captain! Show some respect to the boss!”
Draco kneeled on one knee looking at the floor. That bastard. Who dares tell a Malfoy what to do. But he knew better. Mafia punishments were quite cruel, and he wasn’t waiting on another one.
Dazai chimed in. “It’s fine Chuuya. Don’t be such a stick in the mud.”
Chuuya grumbled but didn’t speak up. He only huffed and looked away.
Dazai cleared his throat. “Well done, Draco. I’m glad to welcome you back here.”
Draco kept looking at the floor. Even after all these years Dazai hadn’t changed. Many would say he did. But Draco knew he hadn’t even for a single bit.
“Thank you Dazai.”
Chuuya started yelling, enraged almost. “What?!! Call him boss!! You want me to kill you?!!”
Dazai smiled and merely patted the angry red head on the shoulder.
“Now, now, Chuuya. What does it matter? Draco and I go way back.”
Chuuya huffed still standing beside the armchair, dressed in a fine suit.
“I’d like to speak with him in private. Leave us alone for a bit Chibi.”
“Huh?!!!”
Chuuya leaned closer and started yelling in Dazai’s face.
“The hell you talking about?! He’s not even a leader, just some raid captain!!”
Dazai didn’t even flinched and simply put on a coy smile. His eyes childlike. “Why’s that? I can trust Draco.”
“Trust isn’t the issue!” He fumed. To Draco’s horror the man then grabbed Dazai’s neck and started shocking him and shaking him around in a fit of anger.
Miraculously Dazai didn’t react at al and just smiled. Even when being choked by his personal bodyguard and shaken around he didn’t try to resist. Just calmly sitting there and being shaken around.
“What if he is manipulated by an ability, or someone snuck a bomb of it unaware!! There is no way I can permit you to be alone with him!!”
Dazai grinned and leaned closer. Their faces almost at an intimate distance.
“Permit me?”
He then roughly grabbed Chuuya his chin. “I didn’t ask for permission, slug.”
“You are merely an executive and I’m the boss.” He said darkly.
Their faces leaned even closer. A visible tension. Dazai put his finger against Chuuya’s lips to silence him. “And in the mafia orders are absolute. You need to respect the chain of command here.”
Chuuya huffed. “Fine have it your way!!” and then stormed to the doors. Only to come to an abrupt stop. He looked menacingly at Draco who was still kneeling on the floor.
“You. If you let the boss die you will pay. His head is mine to take someday.”
Then the doors closed with a loud bang.
“Oh dear…” Dazai simply sighed and sipped a bit of tea.
He looked at Draco still kneeling.
“At ease Draco. Now it’s just the two of us, like old times.”
Draco stood up and looked him dead in the eyes. He grumbled “Like old times, my ass.”
Dazai chuckled and put his cup of tea down.
“How is little Atsushi doing? He is in your raid team after all.”
“He’s doing fine, but why in merlin’s name would you let a kid in the mafia?”
His boss looked at him and crossed his legs. “I was even younger when I became a mafioso. So why does it matter? He’s still young and delivers good work. That is all the mafia wants.”
Draco couldn’t argue. He knew Dazai when he was so little and already a mafioso. Still at the same age Draco was back then a clueless child. A spoiled rich kid who thought a family name could mean everything. But looking at him now, he would have never guessed this would be the result.
Dazai lounged back in his big armchair taking another sip of tea.
“And how are you doing? Don’t be so stiff, we used to be good friends.”
“Yeah, before you took me to this hellhole.” Draco spat at him.
“You know I didn’t bring you here. You should thank your dear old daddy for that.”
Draco didn’t react and Dazai relented with a sigh.
“How about a game of chess. For old times’ sake?”
“Sure, boss.” Draco knew there was no more escaping out of this situation. He knew that he would die a mafioso.
They settled down at a chess board. Draco was the first to make a move. But even then, he would never be victorious.
Dazai hummed as he easily navigates hi way through the game. Pawn after pawn fell. Until he lost. They had done this many times. Many games were played in this office. And many games used to be played in the Slytherin dorm of Hogwarts. It brough back memories. But never had he once managed to win.
When Dazai won for a second time he leaned back and looked at Draco. Empty eyes staring at him. A shiver ran down his spine.
“The work you do here is indispensable, you are a fearless fighter downing foes without changing a single expression.” Dazai said simply with and easy tone.
A chock went through Draco’s body.
“Fearless? I am anything but fearless, Dazai.”
His boss only smiled at him in silence.
“It’s human to feel fear. Whether I’m getting shot at or spilling my own blood. I’m scared of it all.”
Dazai his smile faltered.
“Like a perfectly calm lake, I will never react. Not ever since that time.”
The man dressed in black leaned forward. His expression more serious. “That time, eh?”
“You mean the day you killed her?”
Draco froze. “It was an accident.” He stammered.
“Yeah, Yeah, keep telling yourself that. But we both know that it isn’t the truth.”
Draco his head spun; he grabbed it. “No, no its was an accident!!”
“Fine, have it your way.”
His head was still going a thousand miles an hour. He looked up at Dazai who called over Gin Akutagawa. She handed him a folder and he smiled.
“Draco. Your next target is the Armed Detective Agency.”