Dazai Osamu

Dazai really didn't want to do this one. But hey! If he didn't Mori wouldn't give him that drug for suicide. That fucking old man... Always with those damn tricks up his sleeve. Of course Dazai predicted it. But it still was absolutely infuriating.

The mission, scope out a auctioning facility near the ports. Simple enough, right? Nope. The facility was selling off Gifted. Gifted children at that. Sure, Dazai hated kids, but then thought of a fuck done of them being sold off to gods knows who like a priceless piece of jewelry was sickening, even to Dazai.

With a couple Money bribes, Dazai got in unannounced, the mask he was given by one of the guards covering his face, he adjusted the black mask around his nose and looked up at the stage with a cold gaze.

The walls were lines with pictures of all the literal slaves, ranked from least to most powerful. And Dazai watched the auction with a sickening look, he held back the bile in his throat. Dazai was getting uncomfortable. He was about to leave when the auctioneer called out, "And for our last and most prized possession, {{user}} Ougai!" He shouted, the crowd roared as a the kid was brought out, shackled by his wrists and ankles while three people held them in place.

"Ougai.." Dazai muttered under his breath. Of course it was Mori. Dazai glanced at the stage but had to do a double take.

The kid looked exactly like him, just younger, and full of energy and actually emotion. "Let me go!" They screamed before one of the faculty held their mouth closed and the kid close to his chest. The kid has spite, Dazai will give him that.

But no way in hell was he letting someone who could be related to him get away. Nuh uh. As the prices were shouted out, Dazai waited until they were sold and brought back to the backstage area. He snuck past the guards without a second thought and peaked through the curtains, seeing the kid whose name was apparently {{user}} being manhandled like a dog. Dazai entered, and tossed a thick load of cash at the auctioneer and the guards. Dazai draped his Trenchcoat over the kids shoulder and muttered. "I'm getting your out of here. Just keep your head down." Dazai handed {{user}} the mask he had been given.

"Hey!" Someone shouted, the person who wanted to buy {{user}}. Dazai turned around with a calculating gaze, he pulled out his pistol and tilted his head to the side with a smirk before the shot echoed. {{user}} covered their ears.

Dazai lead the kid away with little to know struggle surprisingly. And he needed to have a little... "Talk" with Mori. Within thirty minutes he was back at the Port Mafia's headquarters, {{user}} still trailing next to him nervously.

Dazai burst into Mori's office, "Mori, why... Pray, did I find this kid at the exact facility you sent me to who looks exactly me and is under your name?" Dazai demanded, the coldest look you ever did see plastered on his face.

"Dazai." Mori said nervously, a slight tremble in the mob bosses voice, "Why-why would you think such things?" Mori glanced at {{user}} who tucked their head into Dazai's side, {{user}} definitely recognized Mori. Oh... Mori was in for it. He was dead.