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Chapter 13 Operation Infiltration

The next morning, Chuuya was awoke by Dimir calling his name from the door of the spare room. Rolling over, Chuuya grumbled to himself and pulled the pillow over his head. He didn't know what time it was, but if the alarm on his cellphone wasn't going off, then he wasn't getting up.

Dimir wasn't having that.

He heard her footsteps as she walked across the room, coming to a stop at the side of the bed. He didn't hear anything else out of her and was just starting to wonder what she was planning when, without warning...she jumped on him.

Chuuya yelled, both annoyed and shocked when she landed on his back, instantly wrapping her arms around his neck.

"What the hell?!" he demanded.

Heat gathered in his face as she snuggled closer to him, rubbing her nose against the curve of his shoulder where it curved up into his neck. He could feel every curve of her pressed into his back and it was making it extremely difficult to hold on to his annoyance.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he demanded.

"If you won't get up, then I'm going to cuddle. Remember, yesterday I did say you were the perfect height for me to cuddle."

"Get off!"

"Nope."

Chuuya grit his teeth as she said the single word right into his ear. Every breath she let out, tickled his ear. This was not the position he wanted to be in, first thing in the morning. Deciding that getting up would, in fact, be the better idea, Chuuya tried to roll over and get her off his back, but now that she was there, Dimir wasn't budging. The two ended up wrestling, Chuuya trying to get out of the bed and Dimir doing everything possible to hang onto him.

"That's it!"

Chuuya threw his weight behind his next turn, yelling the two words. There was a gasp of surprise from Dimir before her back hit the bed, Chuuya instantly pinning her wrists to the bed as he rose above her. Surprised, all she could do, at first, was blink up at him. Then, as usual for Dimir, she smiled up at him.

"Good morning, Chuuya." she greeted, not the least bit nervous about the position she was in.

Any other girl, if they found themselves laying on their backs in bed with a man pinning them there, would have been nervous, scared, or excited. Dimir, on the other hand, was just...Dimir. She smiled at him as if they were merely sitting across the table from each other and talking. It was hard to feel anything but put out.

"Do you ever do anything like a normal girl?" he asked.

"There's no such thing as normal, Chuuya. Besides...who wants to be a copy cat?"

Grumbling to himself, Chuuya released her, getting up out of the bed. Groaning at how tired he felt when he just woke up, Chuuya rubbed at his face. He found himself praying for whatever poor man that ended up marrying Dimir. He would never be bored a day in his life, but he would never have a normal day in his life either.

"So...Mr. Mori called this morning." Chuuya turned to look as Dimir as she scooted herself off the bed. "He said that, while he hoped you enjoyed your little vacation..."

"Vacation?"

"He needs you to return." Dimir continued as if Chuuya hadn't interrupted her. "I think the Guild must be on the move, because my own boss called me in as well."

"You're probably right." Chuuya agreed.

Dimir got to her feet, turning to face him, a smile on her face. Clasping her hands behind her back, she approached him.

"Well, then I guess this is goodbye for a while." Dimir remarked.

She moved to walk past him when his eyes, once again, landed on the bandages wrapped around her injured arm. Reaching out, Chuuya grabbed her hand, pulling her to a stop. Dimir turned to look back at him, but his eyes were fixed on her arm. The longer he stared, the more intense his expression became until he tightened his grip on her hand.

"I will make this up to you." he told her.

"Oh, Chuuya..." Chuuya was taken by surprise when Dimir turned to fully face him, reached up to cup his face and turn it, and planted a sweet kiss upon his cheek. He felt his face burn as she gave him a smile. "There's nothing for you to make up to me for. Besides...I would think a mafioso wouldn't like being indebted to his enemy."

Dimir gave him another smile before she turned way, pulling her hand free of his grip. Chuuya watched her exit the room, too speechless to think of what to say. She had a point. They were suppose to be enemies, and yet...Chuuya couldn't bring himself to dislike Dimir in the least. She wasn't like her co-workers, who all annoyed him on some level. After all she had done to help him, putting herself in danger to stop him when he was hurting himself, taking care of him afterward...how was he suppose to hate her now?

The confused thoughts had an annoyed noise leaving Chuuya as he turned to gather his stuff. He could think about what to do about these complicated feelings after they had handled the Guild. He just needed to focus on one problem at a time. With that thought, he left Dimir's apartment, the girl sending him with a bento box of food.

He would deal with Dimir and the complicated feelings she made him feel later.

After all, it wasn't like things could get anymore complicated.

Right?

-0-0-0-0-

That day, when Dimir made it into the office, Dazai instantly hooked an arm through hers and demanded that she drive him to the hospital in order to visit someone currently admitted there. A nod from Fukuzawa, the man silently telling her to do it, Dimir agreed. They made a stop to pick up some flowers and a fruit basket before arriving at the hospital. Dimir, unsure of who it was they were going to see, followed a happily humming Dazai as he headed down the hall, stopping in front of door to throw it open.

"Hiya, Ango! You alright?" Dazai cheered, bursting through the door.

Dimir peeked around the door frame into the room, unsure if she should go inside. The lay currently laid up in the bed, covered nearly from head to toe in bandages, didn't look too happy to see Dazai.

"Come on in, Dimir!" Dazai called to her, making the man, Ango, fix his eyes on the girl peeking around the door frame.

"That really should be up to him, Osamu." Dimir remarked.

Touched that at least one of them had manners, Ango motioned for her to enter. Carrying the fruit basket into the room, she set it on a table, Dazai instantly jumping into the reason they were there.

"You look fetching like that. I've brought some good news today! The Detective Agency will take care of the injuries you got from the car crash perpetrated by the Guild! You will be good as new with a dose of Yosano-san's healing ability!" Dazai told Ango.

"And? In return for what?" Ango asked.

"In return? Whatever do you mean?! Aren't the Special Department and the Detective Agency always helping each other out?" Dazai replied, sugary sweet.

"I see..."So the Special Department should also help out in this war", yeah?" Ango asked, picking up his glasses to place them on his face.

"If you think so, then that must be it. Actually, a member of the Agency was captured by the Military Police. We want to rescue her, before the final showdown with the Guild." Dazai remarked,

Dimir knew he was speaking of Kyoka. She stood there quietly, her eyes shifting from Dazai to Ango as the two continued to talk like she wasn't in the room.

"Ah...the one who kill thirty-five people? From what I've heard, she's being held on board a UVA used for isolating dangerous ability users." Ango remarked.

Dimir gave Dazai's hand a smack when the man reached for the fruits basket, trying to snag a piece of fruit. She gave him a pointed look when he pouted at her. When Ango offered up the possible location of Kyoka, Dazai tuned back into the conversation.

"Oh. So I'd like to ask the Special Department to make a little arrangement. It can be done, right?" Dazai asked, rubbing his smacked hand.

"Indeed. It is possible for the Special Department to override the law and arrange for a pardon, given that the girl really is a member of the Detective Agency." Dimir shared a look with Dazai when Ango said this. "Murder is murder. While it's true that the Special Department and the Detective Agency share a collaborative relationship, my authority is not sufficient to grant amnesty to someone who, on top of not being a member of the Detective Agency, is a mass murderer to boot. We would, however, gladly offer other forms of assistance. For instance, providing support in your operations against the guild."

"Is that so? I'll come again." Dazai said, getting to his feet.

He turned to head to the door, gesturing for Dimir to follow, but Ango called out to him, calling him to a stop.

"Dazai-kun." Dazai came to a stop. "I won't go back on our "deal" of offering assistance in exchange for medical treatment, so please tell me one thing. Is there a particular reason why the airbags on my seat were the only ones that malfunctioned when the car came crashing into us out of nowhere?"

Dimir, when she saw the look that Dazai turned towards Ango, had to wonder, not for the first time since coming to the Agency, if Dazai had a functioning set or morals, or if he really would go to any lengths to get what he wanted. Either way, he didn't answer Ango, merely headed out of the room. Dimir gave Ango a bow before she followed after Dazai. She waited until they got back to her car before she spoke up.

"Osamu...did you really temper with that airbag?" Dimir asked.

Dazai glanced across the top of the car at Dimir, a grin curling his lips.

"Sometimes, it would be best if you didn't ask a lot of questions, Dimir." he told her.

Dimir could take that a solid yes to her question. By that point, she knew Dazai enough to know when he was avoiding a question in which the answer was perfectly obvious. Dimir found herself heaving a sigh when all he did was continue to smile at her like he didn't have a care in the world.

"I'm starting to wonder if Chuuya's right about you." Dimir remarked before slipping in behind her wheel.

Gaping at her response, Dazai ducked into the car, staring at her as she buckled her seat belt.

"You don't mean that!" he insisted.

"I wonder about that." was all Dimir said in reply.

Dazai watched her as Dimir took a minute to adjust her rear view mirror.

"How is Chuuya? Did he like staying at your apartment?"

Dazai watched as Dimir's face went red and her eyes snapped to his face. She hadn't been expecting him to ask her that, or to even know that she had simply just brought Chuuya to her apartment instead of trying to figure out where he lived. Then again, it was Dazai and it was difficult to hide something from him.

"Chuuya was fine, no thanks to you. Did you use to just leave him laying there when you two were partners?" Dimir asked, going back to adjusting her mirror.

"Yes."

Why did that not surprise her?

"Osamu," Dimir heaved a sigh. "At the rate you're going...you'll never find a woman to love you."

Dazai's jaw dropped, the man surprised that Dimir would be so blunt with him. She was, after all, learning from the best. Besides, if he didn't want her to turn the tables on him like that, then he shouldn't stick his nose into her business.

Besides...he brought it on himself.

Dimir dropped Dazai off at the Agency dorms and headed home for an early night. She would meet up with Dazai and a few others first thing in the morning to talk about what they would do next. Dimir, though, was a little sad to go home to an empty apartment. She had kind of liked having Chuuya around. It had been fun.

Dimir was debating take-out for dinner as she approached her apartment door, pulling her keys out of her pocket. It was as she reached her door, that she saw the covered basket sitting in front of her door, a note with her name on it, sitting on top. Curious, but also cautious, Dimir approached the basket, snatching the note from the top. She flipped it open finding only a short note written inside.

Thanks

NC

When Dimir pulled back the handkerchief covering the top, finding an expensive bottle of wine, chocolates, and a box containing a simply silver necklace with a lightning bolt charm made of yellow gemstones, she knew who it was from. Even before her phone rang. Dimir pulled the phone out of her pocket as she picked up the basket, answering the call.

"Hello?"

"Did you get it?"

Dimir smiled to herself as she let herself into the apartment. No hello, no how are you, just directly to the point.

That was Chuuya, alright.

"Hello, Chuuya. Yes, I got the gift basket. Thank you, but you didn't have to do that." she told him.

"I told you, I'm going to make it up to you."

"And I told you that you didn't have to. I was happy to help you, Chuuya. So, while sweet, do me a favor and don't send too many of these. You'll spoil me." Dimir told him, teasing him a little. She could hear Chuuya grumbling on the other end of the line. "Hey, how did you get my phone number, anyway?"

Silence greeted her question and Dimir had to press a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing outright. She was sure he had expended a little time and energy to get her phone number and just didn't want to admit it.

"Just don't drink all of the wine at once!" came Chuuya's snappy reply.

Dimir couldn't hold back her laugh at that. Though he tried to act tough, and she was sure he could be, she knew that he had a soft side too. He was just too embarrassed to admit it.

"I promise I won't. Thank you, Chuuya. I love the necklace." Dimir told him, getting more grumbling from the other end of the line. "Good night, Chuuya."

"...Yeah, night."

Dimir hung up then, looking down at the gift basket in her hands, her lips curling into a smile that she just couldn't stop. Whether or not he was a mafioso, regardless of all he had done in his life, Dimir couldn't see Chuuya as being a bad person. He had been almost nothing but sweet to her and she didn't care what Dazai had to say about it.

Dazai could keep his opinions to himself.

-0-0-0-0-

"A duo infiltration...?"

The morning found Atsushi standing before Dazai as the man laid out the strategy for their next course of action. Dazai stood before a board covered in information on the Guild and their flying fortress, the Moby Dick.

"Yes. According to the intel at hand, the Guild seems to be planning for an all-out attack on land. We will exploit this chance and seize control over the aerial fortress Moby Dick while its defense is weakened." Dazai explained.

"I along will be in charge of such an important mission?" Atsushi asked.

"No. Dimir will be with you." Dazai told him, gesturing to the girl perched on the end of the table, flipping through a file of information they had on the Guild. "Since it'll be a duo infiltration, it's more advantageous to deploy two combat-class ability users who can improvise if things go south. Well, to put it bluntly, it's because out of everyone at the Agency, you and Dimir can run away the fastest, Atsushi-kun." Dazai told Atsushi cheerfully.

"Did you just hear him, Dimir?!" Atsushi demanded, turning to look at the girl's back.

"Can't deny the truth, Atsushi. You and I, both, have already proven that we're the fastest among the Agency members." Dimir replied, flipping another page.

Atsushi frowned when he got no support from Dimir. It didn't matter that it was true, they were basically being sent on this mission just because they happened to be the fastest runners.

"Besides," Dazai said, drawing Atsushi's attention back to him. "You've been taken aboard Moby Dick before, so you know the terrain, and Dimir is best suited for infiltration work. Not to mention, even in the worst case scenario, you fail, it's highly possible that you two will only end up getting captured, and not killed. There are no better candidates than you two. Are you up for it?"

"You already have my consent." Dimir remarked, finally sitting down the file in her hands.

Atsushi hesitated for a moment, as that voice in the back of his head told him to refuse, that Dazai was giving him too much credit and he would just fail. Atsushi perked up, snapping out of his thoughts when a hand came to rest on his shoulder. Looking up, his eyes met the gold-speckled blue ones of Dimir as she smile down at him.

"I'll be with you the whole way, Atsushi. We can do this." she told him.

Atsushi clenched his fists, knowing that she was right. He wouldn't be alone. He would have her to watch his back. He didn't have to listen to that voice in his head.

"Dazai-san...I'll do it." Atsushi agreed.

He just hoped that Dimir and Dazai were right and they could do this.

-0-0-0-0-

"Kyoka-chan isn't a member of the Agency?!"

Dimir had to lean away from Atsushi, her fingers plugged tightly in her ears. She really wished that he would give a little warning before he yelled like that, but Atsushi didn't noticed that he had hurt Dimir's ears, his attention was fixed on Junichirou.

"'Not yet a member' to be precise." Junichirou told him as Dimir unplugged her ears. "All investigators of the Agency have to undergo the "Admission Test". One must pass the test to be officially acknowledged as a member. You, and Dimir, have gone through that as well, haven't you? The Admission Test is for the examiner to judge whether a new recruit is suited for the Detective Agency through observing their actions. In other words, it's a "secret assessment"."

"Have you also gone through the test, Tanizaki-san?" Atsushi asked.

The look that came over Junichirou's face had Dimir wondering just what his examiner had put him through.

"Uhh...it has disappeared from my memory." Junichirou told them.

Dimir gave his shoulder a pat while Atsushi fell deep into thought, thinking about whether or not Kyoka actually belonged with the Agency. He knew that she was well trained to the point that if someone got in her way of escaping, she didn't hesitate before moving to eliminate them. He didn't get long to dwell on it as the three of them arrived at their location.

As they walked into the library, they were met by a member of the Special Department, a man in a dark suit.

"We have be awaiting your arrival, members from the Detective Agency." he told them before leading them to the back of the store.

There, he pushed a hidden button, a bookshelf moving out of the way to reveal a hallway. Dimir and Atsushi followed along behind Junichirou, Atsushi looking around nervously, as Junichirou headed off down the hall.

""This library is one of the secret bases kept by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I get nervous every time I come here." Junichirou told them, stopping in front of a door. Pulling the door opened, he revealed a helicopter and landing pad. "This is the Night Crow, the special light attack helicopter. I'll be flying you two onto Moby Dick with it."

"You can fly a helicopter? That's a little surprising." Dimir remarked.

Junichirou's only response was a nervous laugh. Dimir, as the smallest, ended up squeezed between a nervous Atsushi, and an equally nervous Junichirou. Dimir felt so bad for the two. While Atsushi was freaking out about the fact that he had agreed to this mission, Junichirou was freaking out in equal amounts about the fact that he was piloting a helicopter. It seemed that the only calm one of the bunch was Dimir herself.

Junichirou only calmed down, focusing completely on the task at hand, when they came close to entering the field of vision for the Moby Dick. Then he calmed himself, concentrating intensely, as he activated his ability, hiding them. Once that was done, Atsushi lowered a ladder, climbing down it, Dimir following right behind him, so that the two were dangling from the ladder.

Dimir was glad she had decided to wear pants and boots for this mission.

"Moby Dick cuts off it's aerial sensor only during the one hundred and thirty seconds when it receives the helicopter transporting regular supplies. Take the opportunity to approach in stealth...and jump on board!" came Dazai's voice through an earpiece in Atsushi's and Dimir's ears.

Junichirou drew the helicopter as close to Moby Dick as he could. Atsushi easily jumped from the ladder to the ship, securing his foothold before turning to Dimir. The girl waited for the ladder to sway back towards the ship before she, too, jumped. Atsushi caught her wrist, helping her to find her foothold. With a thumbs-up from Junichirou, the helicopter vanished from view, leaving the two to find their way into the ship.

Once they were in, Dimir summoned her Ten Dark Women, Gure appearing on her shoulder while Orenji appeared at her side. Dimir gave Orenji the order to sneak ahead and check their path, the figure vanishing from sight.

"We're in." Atsushi told Dazai through their communications devise.

"How is it in there?" Dazai asked.

"Orenji isn't picking up anyone ahead. It's quiet. Too quiet." Dimir replied, sneaking around the corner, Atsushi right behind her. "Nobody's here."

Orenji appeared ahead of them then, at a door up ahead. Dimir glanced at Atsushi before sneaking up to the door and opening it. Inside, they found Moby Dick's user.

"Practically everyone has fled." he informed Dimir and Atsushi. "Whoever's left will also be taking the next freighter off Moby Dick. You know why, kiddos? Because this war is coming to an end. The next blow will reduce all the Guild's enemies to ashes, along with Moby Dick."

That was all it took for Dimir to connect two and two.

They were going to crash Moby Dick into Yokohama.

"You're going to crash the Moby Dick." Dimir gasped.

"You must've planned to sneak in while it's not as heavily manned. However, the main forces of the Guild are operating off board right now. Furthermore, the area of impact encompasses the Detective Agency's and mafia's bases. The decent has already started. Impact in less than an hour." the old man told them.

"But if Moby Dick is your ability, you should be able to stop it from crashing!" Atsushi insisted.

"Moby Dick is indeed my ability, however, with over seventy percent of its structure weaponized, I no longer have any control over it." was the simple reply given to them.

"You heard that Dazai-san! We must abort the operation and start evacuating-"

"Listen, Atsushi-kun. No change of plans." came Dazai's voice, cutting off Atsushi. "Seize control over Moby Dick with your own hands and stop it's descent. The only one who can do that, is you, who are currently on board. Dimir...I have a change of plans for you."

"For me?" Dimir asked, exchanging a look with Atsushi.

"Dazai-san...you've predicted this situation, haven't you?" Atsushi asked.

"I did consider it a possibility. It was another reason why I sent Dimir with you, but even taking it into account, I still believe you're the best choice. Can you do it?" Dazai asked.

Atsushi glanced over at Dimir, who returned his look with a firm and determined one. She didn't know, yet, what Dazai had planned for her, but that was all fine. She would go with the flow and do what she had to protect the home she had found. If she could feel that way, if she could continue on so determined and ready, than couldn't he do so, too?

Resolve steadied, Atsushi heaved a sigh and turned to Moby Dick's user as Dimir dashed from the room, ready to make a jump from Moby Dick and continue on with whatever mission Dazai gave her.

"How can I stop its fall?"

END

Kyandi: Sorry if Chuuya seems a little out of character for you guys.

Dimir: She just sees him as being kind of like that with his feelings.

Kyandi: Yeah...I don't see Chuuya as being very forward with his feelings.

Dimir: But that's what makes him so cute!

Kyandi: Yeah, I don't think he would appreciate being called cute. He is a grown man, after all. Even if-

Dimir: Don't say it! You know how he is about his height.

Kyandi: Right. Well, I have other work I got to get to, so everyone, please review and enjoy.

Dimir: We'll return soon.

Kyandi: Bye-bye!