“You're stealing dad's WHAT!?” Ron exclaimed.
“We're stealing Dad's flying car.”
“To go save Dazai.”
“To go save Dazai from what!? How do you even know Dazai is in trouble?”
“We can just feel it in our brotherly bond; we get alerted with a sensation in our bones when a Weasley sibling is in trouble!” Fred proclaimed.
“And Dazai hasn't been sending letters to Blaise anymore.” George shrugged.
“And? He probably forgot, Dazai can barely remember to do school work!”
“No he remembers, he just doesn't do it!” Fred held a finger up.
“Whatever! You can't just steal dad's car to fly across the world, what happens when dad finds out?!”
“That, little brother, is exactly why we have Ginny and Percy to cover for us!”
“As if Percy would-”
“I've got mom and dad distracted, but not for long. You better hurry to go make sure Dazai is okay.” Percy said walking into the room. Ron's jaw dropped. “What?”
“How'd you get involved in this?”
“They told me Dazai was in trouble, so I wanted to help. Now I've got to go back to distracting mom and dad.”
“YOU TWO LIED TO PERCY TO GET HIM INVOLVED IN THIS!?” Ron wheeled onto Fred and George when Percy left the room.
“Calm down, Ronnikins. Who are you? Hermione?”
“We technically didn't lie, we just gave a little encouragement.”
“Now you heard our brother, we've got to go.”
“So are you coming or are we going to visit our Snakey without you?”
Ron sighed before walking towards the door. “And leave you two with Dazai unsupervised? As if! Someone's got to keep you troublemakers in check.”
The twins cheered and they all ran to sneak to the flying car.
“Wait. Can you even drive?” Ron looked at Fred, then at George in the passenger's seat. “Can he even drive!?”
“That, my dear brother, is for us to worry about. You just rest your little head and we'll wake you up when we get there.” George soothed Ron who wasn't feeling very comforted.
“That's not reassuring AT ALL.” Ron complained.
“Everyone's got their seatbelts on!?” Fred asked, ignoring Ron.
“Yes, but can we just take a minute to think about how crazy this-” Ron started before Fred flew the car into the air, “ISSSSSSSSS!”
Ron held onto whatever he could, letting out a string of curses, as the flying car soared at high speeds. George and Fred were laughing, maybe at him, or from the speed. He couldn't tell, but he knew one thing. This was going to be a LONG ride.
-
Dazai was pissed for a multitude of reasons. First of all, his first mission since Hogwarts ended up failing. Second of all, the reason it failed was because of some idiotic mistake of a new member of the Port Mafia. Third of all, he got injured during the mission and IT DIDN'T KILL HIM! Annnnd the fourth thing, he was being called to the boss’ office and would unfortunately have to see Mori's ugly face.
When Dazai made it to the office, he barged in without knocking. Mori would scold him but he never did anything about it. Dazai had a sneaking suspicion that Mori liked it, which made him want to rewind time to “respectfully” knock on the door.
“My my, Dazai, I'm certain I taught you better manners than that.” Mori fake pouted. “Besides, should you really be pressing your luck with me when you failed your mission?”
Dazai paused. He should've known he would be blamed for someone else’s mistakes. Mori stalked towards him and examined his injured shoulder.
“Unfortunately for you, it's not fatal. I'll fix it up later. For now there are other matters to acknowledge.” Mori held up a white dress. “I'm sure you know that failure doesn't go without punishment.”
“I thought we learned our lesson on white dresses.” Dazai mumbled.
“Yes I'm glad you know white isn't your color. However, this is one part of your punishment, so if you want to make it easier for both of us I suggest changing into it now.”
Dazai already knew what was coming. Mori would put him in the kennels with a “challenge” to not get blood on or rip up the dress(that was one thing he still couldn't evade).
“Blah blah blah if you rip that dress, you'll have worse punishment later. Yeah yeah I got that.”
“You have such an attitude, Shuuji. Perhaps, I should make your punishment worse.”
“What? More time with the dogs? It'll make no difference.”
“You'll see. I've got a few new tricks to test on you.”
-
“Do you even have a plan to get into this place?” Ron asked. He had slept most of the ride, once he felt safe enough.
“Well, Dazai had said that his home isn't very welcoming of strangers, so we'll just use the invisibility.” Fred cleared his throat.
“And how did you know that?”
“You can only ask to visit someone so many times before they tell you the truth of their refusal.” George said.
“Well that's actually a decent idea for once. Good job you two.” Ron patted them on their shoulders. They would be in a muggle city, so of course they should use the invisibility.
“You're not our boss but we'll accept the praise.”
“Yeah yeah. How do you think you'll find Dazai?”
“Well Blaise gave us a description of the building that we could find Dazai in.”
“I won't even ask how Blaise knows.”
-
Dazai was proud to say he beat his record by evading the dogs for a good 27 minutes before they finally caught and bit into his skin. However, he wasn't too pleased at having to sit for another 30 minutes before Mori came in to “save” him. Normally, Dazai wouldn't want any help with his near death experiences, but death by dog bites wasn't necessarily his style. His tombstone would say “he died because they nibbled too hard”. AND he hates dogs, so death by them would be on par with seeing Mori’s face everyday.
So now he was sitting in a room with a window that had a nice view over Yokohama. Mori was getting his supplies together next to him.
“Did you really have to add another dog into the kennels?” Dazai broke the silence. He was annoyed, especially since the new dog had way sharper teeth.
“Well I can't have you getting used to the kennels. Then it wouldn't really be a punishment, just a routine, right Shuuji?”
“Don't call me… that.” Dazai mumbled.
Mori hummed. “Yes, well, titles are earned. You haven't earned the right to be called what you want. Now stay still, or don't. It will hurt either way.”
Mori held 3 syringes, he inserted them one by one. Dazai didn't feel the sting, but he felt slightly dizzy.
“What was in those?”
“These? Well 2 of them enhance your reactive nerve endings, lowers your pain tolerance and heightens your sensitivity. In short, it makes you feel more pain. The 3rd was a drug I've been working on. We'll see how it works, won't we?” Mori smiled. He poked at the bite marks on Dazai's skin, and immediately stuck one of the stitching needles through. Dazai flinched slightly, feeling every movement of the needle going through his skin. Mori just tutted and shook his head.
Suddenly, Dazai felt a feeling that he hadn't felt in some time. It was as if magic was close and his ability was trying to nullify it. He must've had a bodily reaction because Mori looked at him with annoyance.
“What are you flinching at now? I haven't even moved since the first stitch.”
“I just feel like my ability is trying to nullify something…” Dazai spoke, his head hurting. Great, now I'm having headaches outside of Hogwarts.
“Ah, that must be the 3rd drug. I'm not sure what it does so it may be giving you that feeling. I should mark that down once I'm done stitching.”
“Okay.” Dazai said, though he didn't believe it. He knew this sensation. There was magic somewhere close by. But how? This wasn't Hogwarts.
-
“Holy. Mother. Of. Merlin. IS THAT DAZAI!?” Ron panicked. Dazai was in a ripped up white dress covered in blood, with dog bites all over him. “We've got to help him! Do either of you know the healing spell?!”
“...” The twins stayed silent. They looked at their younger brother from another mother with concern and some other emotion.
“Come on you two! There's no time for you to be quiet for once! What do we do?!”
“Look! The doctor just left.” George said to shut Ron up.
Dazai stumbled out of the bed, limping towards the window. He was determined to find out what was going on with his ability. He opened the window and reached his hand out, feeling a magical pull to a certain spot.
“Wait wait wait! Don't touch the car!” All 3 Weasleys exclaimed at once. Dazai pulled his hand back. Maybe it was the drugs, but Dazai was certain he saw Ron, Fred, and George's heads floating.
Slowly the Weasleys climbed towards the window. Did Mori give me a drug to make me hallucinate?
“Am I seeing things?” Dazai mumbled. He hated when Mori gave him random drugs.
“Nope! Are we seeing things?” Fred cheered, trying to stay calm in the situation. Dazai was heavily injured, and definitely not doing too well.
“What happened, Snakey?” George asked, gently.
It may have been the drugs, but Dazai wasn't feeling too defensive right now. The only thing he was really thinking about was what Mori would do when he saw the three. Remembering they asked him a question, Dazai decided to speak.
“Oh these! Just got attacked by dogs. As curious as I am about… all of this. I really need you guys to get out of sight right now. Mori will be coming back soon.” Dazai walked towards the window to close it, but suddenly the door to the room swung open. Dazai flinched, Mori could be quiet when he wanted to (too bad he never wanted to most of the time).
“You better not be attempting another suicide by jumping out of that window, I just got more stitches.”
“You caught me.” Dazai added humorlessly, acting natural. “Once again, another attempt thwarted.”
“Yes, unfortunate. Your brain must be really jumbled, because you haven't even asked what the stitches are for.” Mori hummed.
“What are the stitches for?” Dazai asked. He didn't have time for Mori's games, he had to get him out of there as quick as possible. He could still sense the invisibility spell that George used, so they were somewhere in the room.
“You'll see. Lay back down, now.” Mori smirked, Dazai obeying. Mori brought his scalpel towards Dazai's exposed thigh and sliced from mid thigh to the knee. Dazai flinched, but didn't let out a sound, he couldn't let his gang members see him in pain. The drugs might make it more painful, but it wasn't nearly as painful as the headache he got from touching magical creatures.
“You're taking this a lot better now, did you secretly take some painkillers?” Mori asked suspiciously. Dazai just stayed silent, knowing Mori knew that he didn't.
The Weasleys could only watch as Mori kept making incisions, some in shapes and letters, speaking in Japanese. He spelled out his name and Elise's at one point with a heart around it (gag). Now he was drawing something out.
“Is that a gun?” Dazai asked incredulously. It was a terrible attempt.
“What? You think you can do better?” Mori asked, offended. He thought he did pretty good.
“I know I can. Elise probably could.” Dazai responded.
“Fine, then show me.” Mori smirked, holding the scalpel towards Dazai.
“You sure you want to hand me a weapon right now?” Dazai asked instead of taking the scalpel. As if realizing his mistake, Mori recoiled and cleared his throat.
“Right well, I've got to be going now. Stitch those up yourself, and don't let yourself get infected again.” Mori stood up. “Ah that reminds me!”
A loud slap filled the room. Dazai's head swung to the side with the force that Mori used to hit him.
“Don't threaten your boss, Shuuji.” Mori said lowly before leaving the room. “Toodaloo!” [I believe he'd say that.]
Once the doors closed, all the Weasleys ran over to Dazai.
“Bloody hell mate, are you okay!?” Ron asked, frantically.
“Just dandy!” Dazai smiled. Why wasn't his brain working? And what were they so worried about? He searched his brain looking for a reason why they'd be so panicky.
“Obviously he's not! He's going to be okay right?” Ron turned to Fred and George. Normally they admired that Dazai kept a smile on his face, but seeing him now, after what they'd seen him go through, they didn't think smiling was even in their ability.
“Dazai, you're bleeding.” Fred said shakily.
“I am?” He looked at his arms. “Oh I am, huh.”
Dazai had to double take. His arms were uncovered, he had no bandages to cover up his scars. Oh my god. They saw. They saw. They saw. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't see, he couldn't even hear anything other than his heartbeat. Somewhere on the side, somebody was holding his shoulder.
“Dazai breathe!” George shouted, but Dazai couldn't hear him. Suddenly they heard footsteps in the hall. He turned towards Ron. “Block the door!”
“Uh oh! We've really got to get going!” Ron whispershouted. The door handle was rattling, it was only a matter of time until they broke down the door.
Fred easily carried Dazai due to his malnourishment. “We're taking you with us, Boss!”
“What do we do about whoever is trying to get in the room!?” Ron exclaimed.
“I don't know! Write a note or something to keep them off our trail!” George got closer to the window and took Dazai from Fred, waiting until Ron was done to get into the car. They hauled Dazai into the flying car, making sure to avoid having his skin touch the car.
“DRIVE!” Ron repeated a few times, a word he never thought he'd say to Fred or George.
-
When Dazai woke up a few hours later, his head was spinning. He could feel the constant buzzing of nearby magic, which already confirmed that he was indeed kidnapped by the Weasleys of the gang. Dazai couldn't exactly describe what he was feeling, however he could compare it to being in a sauna, but instead of heat he was overcome with the sensation that magic was surrounding him.
From what he could tell they were moving in what was probably a car. He opened his eyes and looked around. Ron was sitting next to him, sleeping in a most definite uncomfortable position. George was driving making glances at Fred in the passenger's seat. Neither of the two were talking, but Dazai could tell they were using that telepathy they had.
His limbs were numb, in a dull way. He could see that his arms were wrapped in bandages, poorly, but whoever wrapped them got the job done. Oh . He remembers now. They saw his scars. They weren't supposed to see that. He would've dwelled on it, but he didn't want to talk about it with them at all. He just wanted things to be normal.
“Am I in a magic car?” He whispered. His throat was feeling dry.
Fred and George jumped and turned around to look at him, breaking from their previous worried eye contact.
“Dazai!” They both cheered, though it was more from relief than excitement.
“Keep your eyes on the road, George.” Dazai joked trying to act like they didn't see all they saw.
“Yes boss!” He saluted.
“Wow Dazai you're being too responsible.” Ron said, waking up.
“Right. Do you think we grabbed the wrong Snakey?” Fred said.
“Perhaps, brother of mine.”
“Well you could turn back and return me. Maybe you'll find the right guy somewhere else.” Dazai shrugged. He definitely didn't want to go back, especially after disappearing. His punishments would be even worse, but he had to get back. There's no escaping the Port Mafia.
“Hey Ron?”
“Yeah mate?”
“Earlier when you were writing, what did you write?” Dazai's memory was a blur, but he definitely saw Ron write something in the haze.
“O-Oh that!? I just wrote ‘Dazai has been taken by your biggest enemy.’ Hopefully you’ll be looked for with someone who could be the enemy.” Ron said, Dazai's stomach dropping.
“You wrote it in English?”
“Yeah? Do I look like I know Japanese?”
Dazai's mind was running. How could things have gone this badly? Hogwarts is 1 of the only 2 English speaking places the Port Mafia is involved with.
“Do you even realize how bad this could turn out?” Dazai said lowly.
“Lighten up! I'm sure they won't find you!” Fred said.
“It will take less than a day for Mori to figure out where I am and for him to attack Hogwarts.”
“What's a muggle got to defeat wizards?” George said confidently.
“They're more powerful than you think.”
“Whatever happens, we'll be here to protect you. Even if the odds of us winning are low, we'll be there with you.”
“Plus now we get why you hate Mori so much, mate!” Ron said, trying to lighten the mood.
“Yeah! You have no idea how much we wanted to murder Mori right then and there.” George said.
“Now you know what I think 24/7.” Dazai joked, eyes darting around. Suddenly, he really wanted to touch the magic car, mid flying, and drop to his death because as much as he'd love to slander Mori as a group, they now know other things. That thought made him acutely aware of the dress he was still wearing. “Don't joke about murdering though! You might end up being the next demon student.”
“Who said we were joking?” Fred and George said at the same time, a dark expression on their face.
Great. Not only have I ruined Blaise, I also ruined a whole family. “I don't deserve this loyalty.”
“Sure you do, Snakey! You'd do the same for us!” George said.
Would I? I'm not sure. Fred watched Dazai's mind wander and climbed toward the back. Ron just rolled his eyes at the “gracefulness” of his brother and turned to look out the window. As Fred situated himself he bumped into Ron several times before eventually turning to Dazai.
“You can trust us. You know that, right Dazai?”
“I know that.” Dazai nodded, though he didn’t really know.
“You don’t have to tell us about what we saw now or ever, but we need you to know that we’ll be here when you want to.” Fred said, looking serious for once. He put his hand on Dazai’s shoulder and slowly pulled him into a hug. Dazai was too tired to fight back; he just leaned further into Fred’s embrace.
“Awwww!” George exclaimed from the front of the car. “Let me get in there!”
“George, NO, YOU’RE DRIVING!” Ron shouted.
“Ronnikins take the wheel for me!” George ignored Ron and immediately began climbing to the back for a group hug, kicking Ron’s face on the way back.
“For Merlin’s sake!” Ron yelped as the car started losing control and jumped into the driver’s seat. “I don’t know how to drive you idiot!!”
“Better figure it out or else we’ll die!”
“RON DON’T FIGURE IT OUT!” Dazai shouted, squished in the embrace of the twins. The twins just giggled and hugged Dazai harder. Maybe he could figure out a way for them to stay safe and get back to the Port Mafia peacefully, but that was for tomorrow Dazai to figure out.