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"Keep still Dazai." Murmured Mori, not even looking up from the evenings paper, perched on a chair by the door.
Gritting his teeth, Dazai's knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the bed, trying to stop his body from squirming away from the tattoo gun.
They were situated in an old fashioned tattoo parlor, one of the first shops that had given their allegiance to the new ruler of the Port Mafia. An old man, maybe in his early sixties, sat in a chair next to where Dazai sat, looking completely unfazed at the significance of his customers, like odder things had happened. Or maybe he had simply gotten to the age were nothing could faze him.
Mori had dragged him here a couple of days after he had killed the old boss and Dazai agreed to come into the Mafia. Turns out, he was really not a fan of tattoos, not that it was even up to him anyway.
Dazai glanced over at the artist who was slowly adding the design onto his upper left arm, just below his shoulder. His formal attire was all but gone, leaving him in dress pants and a short-sleeved collared shirt, with the sleeve rolled up and arm bandages unraveled, revealing a patchwork of raised skin and red scars that was slowly being covered up by the black ink. It left him uneasy not being able to fully see what the man was doing due to his bandaged eye.
The sharp, constant stinging of the needle pained Dazai, paired with him feeling so exposed, even if it was just the three of them in the room, and he found himself wishing he was anywhere but here.
"Oh and Dazai. What do you think of the design?" Asked Mori, putting his paper down to stare at him.
"It sucks." Snapped back Dazai, "What idiot even designed it?"
"Ow, you wound me!" Drawled back the man, positing his arms in mock hurt, before lowering them to continue, "You should be grateful, you're the first person to get the symbol of the Mafia under my command, and I must say, it looks far better than what the batty old man came up with."
Dazai rolled his eyes, "You flatter yourself," looking away to hide his wince, "Why couldn't I just get some pills before coming here? It hurts like hell."
"I'm sure it's nothing compared to what you did to yourself," smirked Mori.
"Shitty ass doctor." Murmured Dazai.
The needle like sensation shifted to one of burning, as the tattooist finished with the line work and moved onto the shading.
The tattoo it self was a medical scalpel crossed diagonally with a lily, but in the center of the flower, there was an eye instead of nectar. Dazai personally thought that the design didn't look like a symbol for the mafia. Maybe one for a doctor’s office that’s really into florals. Not the Port Mafia for goodness sake! But apparently Mori didn’t really want his input.
Pressing a thin see-though material over the new tattoo, the elderly man grunted, "All done."
"Ah, thank you so much Dante! And of course, as per our deal, you'll receive the Port Mafia's protection." Winked Mori, standing up fluidly, grabbing his old coat that Dazai had dumped on the floor, along with his vest and tie.
Dazai slid of the bed and rolled down his sleeve, feeling light headed after the whole ordeal, missing the boss handing him the black coat. Raising a brow, Mori simply chuckled and placed it over his shoulders, leading him out of the tattoo parlor and into the waiting car.
"Congrats for becoming an executive, or whatever, shitty mackerel."
Dazai leaned forward onto his elbows and grinned childishly, "Aww so you do care~."
Scoffing, Chuuya took another sip from his wine glass, "As if."
Slowly picking up his glass of whisky, Dazai watched as the ice cracked and popped. He let out a long winded sigh in an obvious attempt to get Chuuya to ask what was on his mind.
Unfortunately the Chibi didn't rise to his bait, instead he ignored him in favor for pouring more wine out. Dazai upped the ante and groaned while reaching his arms out across the table.
"What is it." Grunted out the ginger.
"Well sadly, Mori is forcing me to get another tattoo to symbols my new position."
"So?" Asked Chuuya, raising an eyebrow.
Dazai grimaced, leaning back slightly, "Ah, well, I don't enjoy the feeling."
The oversized slug threw back his head and huffed out a laugh, drawing the attention of the other Port Mafia members milling around the bar. "Who knew the big scary 'demon prodigy' was actually such a wimp."
"Fuck off. Tattoos fucking hurt."
"Mine didn't."
"Well maybe I'm not a brute like you Chuuya." Snapped Dazai, looking away while crossing his arms.
Chuuya chuckled into his glass, "Sure," he tilted his head, "So what exactly is the design?"
Dazai grimaced, "Nothing fun, it's literally just 'executive' with eyes along the text."
He really wasn't looking forward to getting it, and because of its size it would take even longer to be tattooed onto him.
"Huh, I would've thought the Boss would've changed it to something more elaborate." Mused Chuuya.
"Yeah," he sighed, before downing his glass and standing up, "I'll be off now. Be a good doggy while I'm gone~"
As he nimbly ran out the door Chuuya yelled out, "I'm not your dog, god dammit!"
As he was dragged down the steps, and into the basement of the Port Mafia, Dazai didn't dare betray any emotion. He didn't flinch as Mori slammed him against a metal chair, or when his shirt was cut off him. But his body betrayed him when Mori held up the tattoo gun.
"You must be reminded of your place," smirked the boss, "I need you to remember that the Port Mafia owns you."
He was shaking as the doctor strapped his limbs down so he couldn't move. He could feel his heart beat as it echoed throughout his body, louder and faster with each second that ticked by.
Mori applied a stencil to his left ribs, and Dazai flinched away from his touch as if it burned him. He could feel the smirk he knew Mori wore, even as he stained his eyes away.
At a mind numbly slow pace, the Boss grabbed the tattoo gun, and Dazai's body tensed with fear. The high pitched buzzing filled the room and he could feel nausea rising in his throat.
"I know you've been enjoying exercising your 'freedom', prancing around the city, and normally," Mori let out a low chuckle, "I would find that adorable, but I've been hearing about how you've been spending so long away from your home, and how you've been abandoning all your work in favor of lazing around god knows where."
Dazai grimaced, "Fuck off Mori. I'll be more focused now, okay?"
Mori smiled, "I know you will." Then he started tattooing.
The effect was instintaous, it was like a hot knife was being dragged across his ribs, sending vibrations into his chest. As Mori followed the stencil over a rib, he could feel it vibrating the bones itself.
Dazai tried to take a deep breath, to calm himself, but it only made the pain more intense, he could feel it in his stomach, his whole body was shaking.
As the time stretched along, the pain just kept getting worse.
Seconds slowed to centuries as he lay there, helpless, unable to move or find any relief from the pain.
A couple of times, Dazai lost consciousness, but as soon as he woke, Mori continued. He had no idea how long he fainted for, or how long he had been down there for.
Until finally, the buzzing stopped and Mori untied him, before ordering two grunts to take him to his shipping container.
They hauled him away, but as soon as they were out of the Bosses sight, Dazai forced them to take him instead to Chuuya's penthouse. They were reluctant, but the threat to their children lives seemed to make them comply.
When Chuuya opened his door he was greeted by a trembling, shirtless Dazai. Wow he was hot. Nope, shut up brain.
"Hi Chibi."
Was the only thing Dazai could mange before falling forward. He rushed to catch his partner, and carried him bridle style through his dark apartment, and dumped him on the couch.
Chuuya left to go get the slimy fish a blanket, but once he returned he noticed the black mark on his left ribs.
Curious, he switched on a lamp to revel a fresh tattoo, oozing with pus and blood. Despite the shaky lines, it clearly read 所持, possession. Why...
He rushed over to the bathroom and threw up his dinner. After emptying his stomach, he wrapped Dazai in the blanket and ordered some second skin and antibacterial spray.
"Don't worry Ma chérie, I'll take care of you." Chuuya murmured, before lying down next to him.