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leftoverbriocheloaf · 3 months ago

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5 or 4 for wip ask game🔥🔥🔥

Ok so I'm gonna do 5 because 4 isn't as fleshed out 😭

This is an aku in the agency fic (obviously from the name lmao) but I was trying to think of realistically why Aku would leave the PM and I concluded that he would actually leave the pm if something happened to Gin and it spiraled from there

Also I started writing this after aku got turned but before he came back, so its not completely canon compliant lmao

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“Akutagawa-kun," Mori smiles, his tone cold. He folds his hands together over his desk slowly, pleasantly, as though they had all the time in the world.

As though Gin weren't—

"I don't believe you understand." Mori's voice interrupts his thoughts, a cheerful leer in his words. "You see, by leaving this room, you are forsaking the Port Mafia. There is no undoing such rash decisions. You will be treated as an enemy, a deserter. And I'm sure you know how we treat deserters, Akutagawa-kun.”

His stare bores into Ryuunosuke, "I'll give you one chance to reconsider. Take back your words, and we'll forget all about this... unfortunate exchange. Wouldn't that be nice?"

Ryuunosuke grits his teeth, Rashomon thrumming to life before he can tell her to stop.

If he leaves, he'll be on the run for the rest of his life. If he's caught, he'll be killed as a traitor, or worse, tortured as an example. He's seen it happen—hell, he's executed it himself. Doing this was signing his own death warrant.

So be it.

“Then, Mori-san," Ryuunosuke turns to the door, sliding it open, and calls behind his back, "Consider this my formal resignation.” He doesn't activate Rashomon—Mori won't bother injuring him now. He'll take too much delight in tracking Ryuunosuke and Gin down to risk making it any easier for himself.

So Ryuunosuke leaves. He turns down the hall, just like he would after any normal report, with rage crackling in his veins. He steps out of the building as rain beats down on the pavement, Rashomon crackling with pent up energy as he scans the streets.

He takes the first car he sees.

Gin had known she was in danger. She had to have, because she made Ryuunosuke promise not to do anything dangerous on her behalf before she left. He'd thought she was just teasing.

Until she hadn't returned.

Ryuunosuke got the mission details from some grunt who'd barely had the chance to explain himself before his leg was impaled. It wasn't a normal job, not for her. Gin was a stealth operative, but this mission gave her no outs. It was a job better suited to any of the other members of the Black Lizard. The area, an underground military base, was terrible for infiltration, consisting of barely a dozen connected rooms with an open layout.

It was only the type of job she would take if no one else could possibly could.

Ryuunosuke went to Mori. Under normal circumstances, he would have never done something so brash. But as though he were being pulled by some force, his feet drew him to the office, only one thought in his mind.

He was not going to lose her.

When Ryuunosuke demanded to know why she had been given the mission, Mori’s answer was simple.

“I have no more need for her.”

His mind fell blank. Ryuunosuke found that in mere seconds, he no longer cared for the organization that had kept him alive for so long. The thick collar around his neck was destroyed as easily as paper.

Gin’s mission was in an old military base. Ryuunosuke suspected it was tipped off by Tachihara, who rejoined the Port Mafia after Fukuchi’s death. Apparently, that was his way of proving his loyalty to the mafia, even after his betrayal.

Ryuunosuke doesn't remember much from the “vampire incident.” He knows he was turned after being killed, and that the effects were eventually removed. The rest of the information had been withheld, but Ryuunosuke hadn't been exactly eager to learn. All he remembered was that his time spent while “turned�� felt muddled, like he had fallen asleep and taken a very long time to wake up.

When he had, Nakajima was standing over him, grinning like a madman. He remembered asking what had happened (though it was more like "Tell me what happened, jinko.").

Annoyingly, all Nakajima had responded with was, “I just punched you until you woke up from your beauty sleep.”

Bastard. Ryuunosuke knows there was more than that to the story, but he'd been too tired to care. Everything went back to usual soon after. Fukuchi was dead, and all of the people who were turned into vampires became normal again. The ADA and the Port Mafia made a new alliance, once again to avoid fighting between the two groups as well as the destruction of Yokohama, and everything was as it was before the incident.

Well, almost everything. After a while, Ryuunosuke found that he was... stronger. Much stronger. Apparently, many who had been suffering from injuries or sickness were cured when they turned, and that boon remained even when they were freed.

Which meant that for the first time in his twenty years of living, Ryuunosuke could breathe. Actually breathe. There was no piercing in his lungs when he ran, no labor in his breath when he moved, and found himself more energized than he had ever been in his life.

He also learned that his illness had been holding back not only himself, but Rashomon. Without the fear of the effect of his ability on his disease, Rashomon was stronger than she had ever been.

Ryuunosuke has an odd connection with his ability, according to some. She isn't a conversation partner, but she's certainly sentient. She can respond to his emotions, and act without him if needed.

So when Ryuunosuke was healed, Rashomon was too.

There was always a lingering sense in his mind that she wasn't using the full extent of her ability. It frustrated him at first, making him feel like he wasn’t working hard enough to control her. But he realized, eventually, that she was doing that to save him. And that he didn’t need to control her, he needed to trust her. Trust that she was in tune with his emotions, and knew what he needed even when he wasn’t directly commanding her.

Even if it sounded cheesy as fuck.

That trust had only really begun after one particular mission. For most of his life, Ryuunosuke hadn't even known Rashomon could act on her own. But one night, he and Gin found themselves in trouble, and he looked away from her for one second too long. He heard her shout, and turned just as an attacker thrust a dagger towards her heart.

Ryuunosuke didn’t think fast enough, he couldn't. But Rashomon moved anyway. When, for the first time in years, she was in actual danger, the two were in perfect sync.

Their bond grew stronger after that.

When he turned human, Ryuunosuke could sense Rashomon's immediate surge in power. It was like a gate had been unlocked, strength surging through his body within the instant. He understood, then, that if he hadn't turned, he would have been too weak to ever use Rashomon to her full potential. That his “death” was a blessing in disguise.

He's glad for it. Because now, he faces an impossible amount of enemies. Not that it matters—he and Rashomon were together, as they always were when Gin was in danger. As they always would be.

The base is near the edge of Yokohama, and mostly underground. It connects to an unassuming structure, an abandoned restaurant. He finds the trapdoor easily, mentally scanning the layout of the base from his memories and focusing entirely on finding Gin.

The base isn't empty by any means, but Rashomon deals with that on her own. Ryuunosuke walks casually through each room, ignoring the bullets firing at his chest in favor of looking for cells or other places where hostages could be kept. She has to be here, somewhere. Ryuunosuke won't accept anything else.

The base is huge, much larger than its layout had suggested. Ryuunosuke curses whoever designed the place. He doesn't know why there are so many people still in the base, but he eventually starts to use the bodies as markers. At least until he notices something else. The bodies are still warm, twitching as he gets closer. Rashomon hasn't hit any vitals.

Ryuunosuke sighs. He knows why, after all. Rashomon has a strong moral code, and an even stronger competitive streak. Her moral code doesn't care much about murder, but it does care about promises. And one promise Ryuunosuke had made, six-ish months ago, was to not kill. Even after their fight to the death had been, for lack of better words, indefinitely postponed.

But Rashomon hasn't given up, and she's gotten quite good at incapacitating without actually killing.

He ignores it, knowing there's no point in trying to change her mind. He pushes open another door, expecting to find another ruthless barrage of bullets, but drops everything when he looks inside.

“Gin!” Ryuunosuke rushes to his sister, who lies crumpled on the floor. She's bleeding, heavily, and he can see small cuts along her arms. The room itself is sickening, weapons and the thick stench of blood in the air, red flecked along the tiles on the floor. He absently wonders how much of it is hers.

He hates the thought.

Pushing it out of his mind, he assesses the damage. She's unconscious, and from what he can tell, bleeding from four major areas. That's the only positive of the situation, however. The damage is bad, and he can't tell if she's breathing. It's too loud to hear anything. But she has to be. He refuses to believe she isn't.

Cursing, he wills Rashomon to wrap herself around Gin, being careful not to cause any more bleeding. Slowly, he holds his head over her mouth, holding his own breath and trying, desperately, to hear something. Anything to indicate she was still alive. He hears it.

He hears barely there shuddering breaths, and uses Rashomon to make her lungs widen and condense, trying to keep a normal pace. Her breathing is shallow, too shallow, but Ryuunosuke can only be relieved she's alive. But he also knows she won't be much longer.

He doesn't have the equipment to save her. Her wounds are intense, and he isn't sure if there's anything he can do besides keep Rashomon close to her and force her to keep breathing. He can't go back to the Port Mafia, can't go to a hospital. And he couldn’t save her himself.

Damn it. He knows what he has to do, but he doesn't like it.

But there's only knew one doctor that can save her as she is, and he's desperate. He refuses to let Gin die. She can't. He couldn’t live without his sister.

So he moves out of the base as quickly as he can, jumping into the car he had taken before he left. He places Gin in the back, using Rashomon to hold her still while he drives. He's sure he breaks plenty of road laws, but he doesn't particularly care.

In minutes, he arrives at the ADA building. Shit. He's really going to have to do this, isn't he? Might as well bite the bullet now. He needs to have as much time as possible to convince Yosano to heal Gin, and to pray that he has something worthwhile he can offer in return.

He throws open the car took, carrying Gin in his arms. Distantly, he hears shrieks from the cafe downstairs, but ignores them as he races up the stairwell to the actual office.

Rashomon throws open the door, and he immediately feels the stares of the entire agency on him.

“I need your doctor.”

The strict one, Kunikida, if Ryuunosuke remembers correctly, is the first to gain his composure.

“Are you insane? If you think we are going to hand over our doctor to the Port Mafia like this, then you must think us fools. Even in a truce, we didn’t volunteer to– What are you actually doing here? You are outnumbered and-”

“Please.” Ryuunosuke can barely recognize his own voice. It holds a desperation it never had, but he can feel Gin’s life slipping away and he is not going to listen as some fucking blond man tells him exactly why he knows he shouldn’t have come. “Please. Gin is...”

He hears a chair move, and turns to see a woman walk briskly towards him.

“Come.” He recognizes the doctor’s voice and darts forward. The doctor leads him into a room that looks like the infirmary. She motions to an empty bed, and he gingerly places Gin onto it. Is he really trusting a stranger with his sister’s life? Who the hell is he?

But there's nothing else he can do. He is weak, and he can do nothing but hope and pray that the people he had relentlessly tried to kill would see any value in her life. Yosano tells him to leave, and he stumbles out of the room, falling almost as soon as he enters the office again.

He's caught by... someone, and he vaguely recognizes the outfit before he looks down at his own. Dark red stains his white shirt, covering his side completely. When did that happen? He never even registered it, too focused on his sister to acknowledge anything else. He doesn't even care that he was stabbed. Rashomon had probably been doing everything she could for Gin. They both would agree that was a better use of her time.

But now he can feel it, it's almost blinding. He hears someone familiar calling his name and remembers again that he's in enemy territory (what isn't enemy territory now, he asks himself), but he can't stop his eyes from closing as darkness finally claims him.

* * *

Gin is by his side when he wakes up. She stands over him, and he recognizes the room to be the agency’s infirmary. Hadn’t he left after the doctor told him to?

Oh.

He feels arms wrap around him tight when he sits up, and takes a shaky breath. Gin. Gin is alright, and alive, and the agency’s doctor saved them both for some reason. What does he even have to offer? He'd give up anything in thanks. But his status in the mafia is gone, and it isn't likely he still has access to his bank account.

He pulls back and looks over Gin’s face, but none of the injuries still mar her skin.

“Ryuu.” Her voice startles him. Gin doesn't like to talk, usually opting to sign anything she needed to express. “The agency wants to see us.”

When he puts Rashomon back around his shoulders, he calms at the familiar feeling. He's honestly surprised they let him have her, but he's grateful nonetheless.

He can hardly recognize himself anymore.

The siblings leave the infirmary together and find a dozen eyes on them immediately. Gin puts her hand over his, and he calms, putting Rashomon away. He hadn't even realized she appeared, but he was clearly still on edge from the day before.

“Sit.” Kunikida points to two chairs put together in the middle of the room. They comply, but Ryuunosuke internally catalogs all the ways they could escape if they needed to. The window isn't open, but he knows from experience it isn't hard to break. It doesn't seem like the entire agency was present, so the door itself would likely be a bad way to go. He wouldn’t be able to see someone coming from the other way.

He hears another voice, annoying and loud and unfortunately familiar.

“So, Akutagawa~” his tone is light, and Ryuunosuke has to hold back a shudder. “What does Mori want you to do here?”

He straightens unintentionally, cursing at instinct, at memories and the fear that bolts through his heart. Then, he speaks.

“Mori doesn’t want anything.”

Ryuunosuke pauses, letting himself prepare for the statement he needs to say. A certain part of him doesn't want to believe it.

“I am no longer a member of the Port Mafia. Neither is Gin.”

The silence is almost deafening. Well, it would have been, if Nakajima hadn’t dropped the cup he was holding in shock. The crash is deafening, however, and the weretiger blushes when the agency glance towards him.

Ryuunosuke appreciates the loss of attention, though, and he takes the opportunity to look at Gin. She's staring right back at him, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open just barely. It's the most expression he's ever seen her wear in public, and he nods as if to confirm her questions.

“Ryuu, you promised not to do anything-” her voice is quiet, but angry.

“He wanted you dead–” he argues back, voice hushed. :ike hell Ryuunosuke was going to sit and wait for her to die.

“Why did he want Gin dead?” Nakajima asks, looking confused. Damn the weretiger and his freakish hearing. He doesn't bother keeping hiding his scowl.

"Is eavesdropping a new habit, jinko?"

Nakajima's face scrunches up, and Ryuunosuke has to hold back a sneer.

“Let’s not start a fight in the office, hm? Although I wouldn’t be opposed if someone wanted to get healed again.” The doctor speaks, smiling, and Ryuunosuke notices everyone in the agency flinch. It surprises him. He knew that the doctor was powerful, but he hadn't expected such an obvious reaction from the other members of the group. He realizes then that he does hold respect for her, even if they had been on opposing sides before.

And he realizes that despite every bone in his body protesting, he has something he needs to say.

“You’re right. I apologize. And… thank you– for saving my sister.” His head hung low, the words burn on his tongue. But even the rabid dog of the Port Mafia can see the significance of what she did. Not that he was the Port Mafia’s dog any longer. Nevertheless, he can swallow his pride to thank Gin’s savior.

The room goes silent again, and only then does he dare look up at the doctor. She's smiling softly, and it isn't at all like the other smile she’d worn.

“I’m a doctor, it’s what I do,” she nods to Ryuunosuke, and Gin takes a breath.

“Thank you. We will do anything we can to repay you.” Her voice is soft, softer than she ever let it be, and he glances around the room. If anyone said anything about it, he would skewer them, savior or not.

But everyone’s eyes were still on him. He's glad they aren't staring at Gin, she always hated attention more than he did, but it still makes him want to hide. He feels weak, sitting in the agency, offering to give whatever they have left. He's sure that with his ability’s new strength, he can easily beat most of the people present, but their stares drill holes in his head.

The weretiger looks stunned. Ryuunosuke’s eyes narrow when they met yellow and purple irises, and Nakajima turns away just as quickly.

“What are your plans now?” The doctor asks. For some reason, he answers.

“Leaving. We’ll have to leave Japan, stay on the run until Mori gets bored looking for us. He let me walk out, but I doubt he plans on leaving it like that.”

She nods, and the room goes silent. A door opens, and closes, and he looks back to Gin with what he hopes is a comforting expression. It's him, of course, so it probably isn't terribly nice, but she knows better than most. She smiles back softly.

"“We’ll probably go to Europe, maybe France, if we can get tickets fast enough,” he laughed, and the sound was coarse and raw. “Maybe we’ll work for the goddamn government.”

"Maybe—" a regal voice fills the room, making Ryuunosuke glance towards the now open door. The president stands calm, his hands folded at his waist. "—We can come to an agreement."

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