Chaotic Stray Dogs

"The number you're thinking of must be... 381,882, right?"

"Correct. And your number... Is it 790,115?"

The convicts Dazai Osamu and Fyodor M. Dostoevsky had too much free time.

"Ah this is no good!" Dazai exclaimed "Number guessing game is too easy!" he sit up straight "Ah, right. Next we can play poker from memory or..."

"Dazai-kun..." Fyodor's voice broke the detective out of his thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"Are you doing something? It is early to break free isn't it?"

"What are you yapping about?" Dazai laughed "Finally crossed the border of insanity?" but Fyodor wasn't listening to him. The Russian was focused on a small flicker on his bed...

Hold on a second...

"Is your bed on fire?" Dazai asked, not panicked but definitely caught off guard. How in the world would Dostoevsky do this?

"I take it this isn't your doing?" the other answered, now on his feet, carefuly examining the fire. This was... weird. Perhaps it was an assassination attempt on Dostoevsky.

That would be entertaining, Dazai thoughy with a smile. But it was odd. The fire was growing with a controlled speed and Dazai could almost smell it...

No that was impossible. The cells were not sound proof but they were far away. He couldn't have possibly smell the fire in...

"Oh shit!" he jumped from his bed to the transparent wall as he saw the growing fire. A small giggle came from his behind. He turned to see Fyodor fully backed away from the bed, cluthing to his books as if to protect them, smirking to his despair. Dazai, ever the serious adult, stuck his tongue out to him.

In a second the fire grew much larger, flames engulfing both cells in a fiery cage. Before the end both demons shared a glance. All these years of planning, calculating, lying, cheating, betraying, manupilating, murdering, winning and losing. A chess game that continued through years. A chase of rat and cat, never knowing who is which, two of the smartest humans in the world who tried to kill each other many times.

And we die to this?

They were disappointed.

As the flames took over their sight they were both ready to die in a humiliating death.

~~~

Fyodor fell onto cold floor. His vision swam for a second. He shut his eyes trying to get rid of the dizziness. He slowly opened them and saw...

Armed Detective Agency..?

He was certainly in an office. He was sure it was the office of the agency. He had investigated it before after all. He checked his surroundings. His books were gone, (Such a shame. It was hard to find ones in his native tongue) and strangely he was in his daily clothes. He felt the familiar weight of his ushanka on his head and sighed. He liked this ushanka. He was glad to have it back.

He tried to sit up but he felt a weight on him and he realised there was someone on top of him. Not just anyone actually...

"Gogol" he didn't want to show the anger in his voice but he couldn't help it. Of course he knew that Nikolai wasn't dead but was after him to kill and he was welcome to try. Fyodor enjoyed those peaceful times where the clown would try many bizarre ways to free himself via ending Fyodor's life. Alas messing with his plans was never on the table. And to add it to it he was literally on him! Fyodor always made it clear that even small touches were unacceptable.

Maybe he's drunk like that time he tried to kiss me...

Fyodor allowed himself to enjoy that memory for a second. Nikolai had really made a fool out of himself that day. But still this was too much. He disliked it. The said man raised his head and Fyodor raised his eyebrows. Unlike the pale blue he was used to a dark blue stared at him.

The owners mouth went open in a silent shock, his eyes grew wide. Before Fyodor could say something however the other made a small "gah" sound (just like Nikolai's actual surprised reaction not the dramatic shrills that once broke his tea cup) and pushed himself off of Fyodor, punching him in the stomach in the process.

Fyodor hissed in pain before slowly getting up and he realised he wasn't alone. He watched as Yosano Akiko and Kunikida Doppo of the Agency get up on their feet. Something bad and confusing was going on. Fyodor decided to observe what was happening. If he ended up in Agency with all of its members... well then he would be in trouble. Though his eyes caught different people as well. Nakahara Chuuya, Ozaki Koyo and Mori Ogai slowly got up and made way to each other. To regroup with rest of the members of Port Mafia.

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Fine. He could handle this. He got out of much trickier situations. The fact that the others seemed very confused was good news. So whatever was going on, no one here did it. In the long run that was a problem but for now it was good. Now all he needed to do was to learn everything he could and get out of here without attracting too much attention on himself. It was doable.

"DOS-KUN!"

Until now.

Nikolai hit him in a second, hugging him like there was no tomorrow. Fyodor felt hard to breathe. The clown was 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.

"Guess who's back to the land of the living! C'mon admit it you missed me!" and in a second, before Fyodor could even think of using his ability, Nikolai let him go. Maybe the jester did know him more than he thought. Not that he would let anyone learn this of course.

"No I haven't" Fyodor said matter of factly. He already knew Gogol would be back. A week wasn't long. The man in question pouted like a child. He stared at him with indifference and returned his attention to others. And made eye contact with him.

With a force stronger than Nikolai, Fyodor realised there were two of them. There were two Nikolai's.

𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯?

Fyodor ignored his own thoughts and focused on the boy. Now that he realised this was indeed a boy. He looked much younger and shorter. He seemed calmer, observing them with curiosity. The more Fyodor looked the more he was sure this was not Nikolai, even if they looked so similar especially their faces. But this boy's visible eye was indigo blue instead of Nikolai's pale one. Their hair styles were almost the same but unlike Nikolai, his was short. No braid visible. Fyodor also noticed that unlike the initial thought the boy did not have white hair but a very pale purple.

Despite pyshical similarities both of them were very different. While Nikolai had a gigantic smile and zero care for the situation, this boy observed. He observed the environment, the people and most importantly him. His eyes constantly found him and Nikolai back and he didn't seem to hide that he was watching them. He did kind of stood right next to them. Unlike Nikolai he did not burst with energy. He stood very still, playing with the hem of his shirt. His attire was very different as well.

Nikolai dressed to impress. To attract attention. This boy dressed to blend in, to not attract attention. This was a very interesting situation. Fyodor had a bad feeling. Whatever this was it was going to be a very confusing and tiresome event.

~~~

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Fadeyka thought as he stared at THE Fyodor Dostoevsky. He quickly got up to his feet, accidently hurting him in the process. Oh well. He looked around to find himself in the familiar office of the Agency. He sighed. It had been months since he saw the place not in ruins. He looked around to see familiar faces.

Lady Yosano and Kunikida were first to be up. Then slowly all Agency members got up on their feet. He watched Port Mafia members got up as well. From the corner of his eye he saw Sisha and smiled. Then he turned his attention to the duo next to him. Nikolai was pouting and- Oh. He's looking at me.

Fadeyka was used to the deep purple eyes starring at him, trying to get a read. And he knew what he should do to not give away anything. Still the coldness of them was unnerving. He tried not to focus on that. His papa wouldn't approve such distractions. He decided to focus on his and Nikolai's dynamic. He was rather curious about their relationship.

"We fucked up didn't we?" he heard from behind. He turned to see Takashi observing the room. They looked tired. Done with it. Fadeyka couldn't relate. To him, the show had just begun. He still smiled to the kid, to ease their worries a bit. He wrapped an arm around their shoulder and pulled them to a corner.

<𝘱>𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵.𝘱>

Fyodor's eyes were still on him so he looked at him and winked. Though with the square bandage on his he wasn't sure how well it worked. On the middle of the room Agency and Mafia members were seeing each other, trying to figure something out. Fadeyka shushed Takashi just in case and tuned into the conversation. Atsushi had just finished talking about how relieved he was about seeing all the members together again.

"So? What the fuck was all that?" Chuuya asked to no one in particular. "I thought you bastards were done with that fucking book!" he spoke to the direction of Decay of Angels. Now that Fadeyka looked at it everyone was huddled in a group of their respective organisations.

"Ah Chibi I doubt this was caused by them" Dazai interrupted. "Dostoevsky seemed very concerned with the fire back there" he smiled mockingly to his way. Fyodor glared.

"I think it has something to do with them. But given that you cannot even observe the people in the room I doubt you would have noticed it" he smirked. Dazai furrowed his brows in question and all Fyodor did was to tilt his head towards them.

𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰.

Takashi grabbed Fadeyka's cape with worry. He gave them a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. He then gave the room his most charming showman smile and waved his fingers.

All the room froze. Fadeyka saw Akutagawa's horrified expression once he saw Takashi. Atsushi also had a similar face. Meanwhile Ranpo seemed to be thinking. Fadeyka realised he was closest to understand what was going on.

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘵.

Fadeyka didn't know what he was expecting once everyone got over their initial shock but it wasn't certainly Sisha saying "Gogol you have a secret love child!?"

Everyone turned to the casino manager with a raised brow and judging stare. The idea was so ridiculous that even Fadeyka couldn't laugh at it. Fumiya did though. It first started with giggles then to a full on laugh. By the time everyone turned towards him (he appearantly hid himself to the couch on the break area) and Chuuya mumbled a "what the fuck" he was cackling like a maniac.

"Dear lord Sigma-san!" he wheezed "I love how you think!" he countinued to laugh.

"I don't get what's so funny." Takashi said, confused.

"Nothing. That's why he worries everyone" Fadeyka smirked.

Someone cleared his throat. Fadeyka instictively turned to the voice. The captain stood by the door of President Fukuzawa's office watching the room with an unamused glance. Fumiya heard it too and did his best to stop laughing. Then jumped to his feet in a second. Fadeyka too let go of Takashi and fixed his posture. Captain nodded to them before turning his attention to the group.

Out of everyone he must've looked the most surprising. Of course Fadeyka himself looked a lot like Nikolai. Same could've been said about Fumiya. With his curly dark brown hair and amber eyes, he looked a lot like Dazai. Takashi too, with their attire and hair which was black and white looked similar to Akutagawa. But the captain...

With his dark hair and bright purple eyes, he looked exactly like Mori Ogai. Alas his posture, his unemotional face, the way he clasped his hand in the sleeves of his black kimono... Fadeyka giggled when Fukuzawa unclasped his hands from the sleeves of his kimono, clearly uncomfortable the way they stood was exactly the same. The captain bowed slightly.

"Apologies for my underlings. We did not wanted to give you any inconvenience. This is all the result of an unstable ability singularity." he glared at Fumiya for a second.

𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

Fadeyka felt unease. If Fumiya caused this then the real mastermind would be her... Great. This was going to be tiresome. The captain continued.

"I'm sure you are all very confused to be here. Separated from the foolish war someone" and this time he glanced at Angels "decided to make. Do not worry we will figure this out in no time and send you back to your designated time."

"So what you're saying is that you're from the future?" Doctor Mori spoke, eyeing the captain. He nodded.

"My name is Fukuzawa Daishiro. I am the team captain and second highest authority in Stray Dogs. An underground organisation dedicated to protect Yokohama."

They all stared at him.

"Umm Ranpo-san" Fumiya broke the silence "It's your turn to tell them he's not lying"

Said man in question had jumped into his desk chair the second they got there. His mouth was open ready to take another bite of the chocolate donut he was eating.

"What did you just say your name was?" Ranpo asked towards the captain.

"Fukuzawa Daishiro" he said without a beat. Ranpo dropped the donut.

"Well this is very interesting." Ranpo jumped up from his seat and put on his glasses, which it seemed magically appeared out of nowhere.

"He is telling the truth. They are from future." he walked closer to the group and examined all of them closely.

"And they're your kids!" he announced turning to Nikolai, Dazai, Akutagawa and Mori.

"Sure we are!" Fadeyka announced. Chuuya opened his mouth, probably to swear but someone else beat him to it.

"What the actual fuck!?" Tachihara Michizo exclaimed voicing everyones thoughts.

"I second that" Lady Yosano said.

"Well well I must say I thought I was being careful in bed." Dazai said with a smug grin "Oh well. With having so many ladies I must have gotten careless at one point"

A wave of disgust went through the Agency office.

"I did not need to hear that" Fumiya groaned, burrying his face in his hands.

"Thank you Dazai-san, for ruining my childhood innocence once more" Takashi sighed.

"Why? What did he say?" Kenji innocently asked "Oh Dazai-san! Did you hurt yourself in bed last night? Are the ladies in prison giving you bad mattreses?"

"... Yeah, that's it" Dazai quietly said. And kept his mouth shut after that.

"I would like to explain how and why we are here. But maybe a smaller group would be preffered?" Daishiro completely ignored Dazai.

"Well" Doctor Mori began "We as organisation leaders can talk in private." he looked at both Fukuzawa and Fyodor. They nodded. "I'm sure Fukuzawa-dono would be happy to lend his meeting room for us."

Director Fukuzawa's face was indifferent "Of course. But I would like some of my members joining me."

"You're the president here, father." Daishiro answered with the same face. Fukuzawa got tense.

"Kunikida, Ranpo, Dazai, follow me." he said with a stern voice as he opened the door to the meeting room.

"Koyo-kun" Doctor Mori said as he went inside. Meanwhile Fyodor grabbed Nikolai's braid and harshly pulled it.

"Behave!" he simply said and went into the room.

And thus begins your challenge captain...

"Umm what should we do?" Fadeyka asked. Were they suppossed to just wait? How boring! Daishiro didn't even looked at him when he said,

"Behave."

And went inside the room

~~~

The introductions were... interesting. But in the end they didn't die. Akutagawa had a hard time believing Takashi was his child though. Meanwhile Nikolai was pretty thrilled to have a "mini version of himself". Fumiya glanced around the room. On one side all Agency members -Atsushi, Yosano-san, Tanizaki, Kenji, Kyouka and Naomi-

On one side Port Mafia -Akutagawa-san, Hirotsu-san, Gin-san, Higuchi-san, Tachihara and his own father Chuuya- on one side Nikolai and Sigma... Additionally Poe-san and Lucy-san were in the room, standing awkwardly next to the Agency members.

"So! Who wants to start?" Fadeyka enthusiastically asked. It was Tachihara who bit it.

"Start what?"

"The guessing of course! Come on Tachihara it cannot be that hard! Who's children are we?!" he smiled and grabbed both Fumiya and Takashi by their waist bringing them into an awkward group hug.

"Are you joking? You already said you were the son of that weirdo over there!" Tachihara pointed at Nikolai.

"Sure but who's my other father?" Fadeyka smirked

"Easy there Deyka" Fumiya warned him "We don't want to give too much information"

Fadeyka frowned "Won't they forget eventually?"

"Yes but what if they can't work together? If we ended up in the middle of their fight we wouldn't want them to have anything against us"

"Hold on" Atsushi interrupted "Working together?"

The kids shared a glance

"You see the enemies we're dealing in the future are... really strong. So if we want to win, we need you to work together. As Armed Detective Agency, Port Mafia and Decay of Angels"

Well Fumiya did not know if they could work together or not but they sure could scream something along the lines of "No [enter various swear words] way!" and "I'd rather die" as a nice group.

"Easy there!" Fadeyka exclaimed "We have enough headaches as it is"

Eventually Yosano-san managed to calm them down

"Given the threat you have worked together before" Takashi said. "At least Agency and Mafia did. And now with the bigger threat you are doing it again. In the future"

"That sounds a bit far-fetched" Chuuya grumbled

"Whatever you say father" Fumiya sighed. He felt Fadeyka and Takashi freeze next to him. Actually, everyone in the room froze. Fumiya couldn't understand why until Chuuya spoke again. With a very dangerous voice.

"What did you just call me?"

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭... 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.