/We are BACK with Chapter Two! allwalkfree came up with the plot for this Chapter, and I hope you all enjoy it!

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Summary: Chuuya shows up to work with a bedhead. Imagine Tachihara's surprise when he sees the last person he expected do the Executive's hair for him.

"THIS IS HOW WE ROCK!

THIS IS HOW WE ROCK!

"Hai. Sou desu ka?..." tte ukanai kao de

Mata kotoba, nomikon ja tee n no (Are you?)

Naa "tsukaenai yatsu" tte kage de

Tatakareru koto narechatte n no kai? (Are you?)"

[THIS IS HOW WE ROCK!

THIS IS HOW WE ROCK!

"I see. Is that so?..." You said with a gloomy face.

You're swallowing those words again. (Are you?)

Hey, in your shadow you think you're a "useless guy".

Are you going to let this go? (Are you?)]

~THIS IS HOW WE ROCK by Spyair

All Tachihara Michizou wanted was to grab a drink from the lounge on Level 45 of the Port building home to the Port Mafia.

He'd like to think that he didn't ask for much in life; food, water, a roof over his head...only the bare necessities.

So why did Fate see it fit to expose the Black Lizard Commander to the bizarre scene before him?

"Oh, Tachihara-kun." Chuuya-san waved him over, not caring for the deft hands (and brush) that worked on his hair behind him at all. "Taking a break from work?"

Tachihara looked between the Mafia Executive to the man behind him, can of soda hanging limply in his grasp. "...Yeahhh…" He drawled in shock, feet rooted to the ground.

Now, one may be wondering what could surprise a Commander into near silence. The thing is...

It wasn't exactly unusual to see Chuuya-san with a bedhead, as the Executive usually left his house in a rush the day after he worked late into the night (sometimes morning, too, if he thought about it). Tachihara remembered when the fedora-clad man came up to him one fateful day, asking him to do his hair while proclaiming that it was "being too stubborn today" and he was "too tired for this shit right now". (Thank god he remembered what to do since Elise would ask him the same question every time the Boss put him in charge of her for the day.)

And so he became the designated Nakahara Chuuya Hair Styler™ for a week before Chuuya-san asked Hirotsu-san to do it the following week, and then Gin the week after, and then Higuchi the week after that before cycling back to Tachihara. By now everyone was used to the weird schedule, so no questions were asked when one of the four were working on Chuuya-san's hair in a lounge.

It was just...unusual to see Akutagawa being the one to do his hair.

The Rabid Dog of the Port Mafia leaned a little to the side, clearing his throat to get Chuuya-san's attention. His hands had stilled, the brush pointed upwards in the air. Tachihara thought that he looked so much like a hair stylist in that moment he nearly burst out laughing (but refrained, because this was Akutagawa we were talking about, he'd kill him). "Chuuya-san, how would you prefer your hair?"

How he asked that with a straight face was beyond the faux redhead; in fact, it just served to make the situation even more hilarious and his face was turning red from his attempts to shove down those damn chuckles because he knew once he started he wouldn't stop, and then Akutagawa would take that as offense and then he would kill him and put his dead body on a stake as a warning for all the others -

Chuuya-san hummed in thought, a contemplative expression appearing on his face before he gave a half-hearted shrug. (The action had Tachihara noticing how tired his superior looked, and in turn frowned. Must've been another long night. Chuuya-san needs to take better care of himself.) "Surprise me, Akutagawa."

"Chuuya-san?" Akutagawa looked surprised for once (that, or Tachihara was just getting better at reading him. It was hard to tell when the man had fucking nonexistent eyebrows), eyes widening just a fraction as he stared into the back of Chuuya-san's head.

As if sensing the stare, the Executive waved his hand in the air dismissively. "It's fine; you do Gin's hair all the time, right? I know that whatever style you choose will be great."

I trust you.

While it went unspoken, Tachihara could see the effect it had on Akutagawa if the slight tremble in his hands were anything to go by. A smile, small but definitely there, appeared on the subordinate's face as the words sunk into his brain. All of a sudden the Black Lizard Commander felt as if he was intruding on something private, something special, and he backed up silently with the intention to bleach his brain on...whatever the hell he just saw.

While Tachihara may seem like an asshole, he would never interrupt bonding moments. And if he did, just like now, it was on accident.

"...Alright, Chuuya-san." Tachihara heard Akutagawa say with some (surprisingly strong) determination in his voice. "I refuse to let you down."

"I know you won't." And if Tachihara heard how soft Chuuya-san's voice got with his reply, he would never tell another soul.

As the two conversed, their voices growing fainter with each quiet step Tachihara took away from them, the Black Lizard Commander allowed a melancholic smile to twist his face as pain flashed in his eyes.

Those two...just now…

They were acting like siblings.

(Whether they themselves knew it or not was up for determination. Tachihara doubted that they didn't see it at all, but maybe it was more of a subconscious realization that didn't quite translate to their conscious.)

If he heard Chuuya-san call out his name, wondering where he went, he didn't slow down.

If he smothered the pain with a grin as he greeted Hirotsu-san, he didn't let it show on his face.

And if he cried five minutes after laughing his ass off while taking pictures of Chuuya-san's hair in a low bun that was held up by a braided strand of hair wrapping around it (the Executive even left his beloved fedora off for the day, instead opting to keep it by his side, and if that didn't speak volumes Tachihara didn't know what did) for blackmail material in the oppressing (empty) solitude of his room, missing the one person he couldn't see anymore, no one would know.

They deserved happiness. He wouldn't let his grief - he himself - get in the way of that.

/When did this turn into the Tachihara Suffers From Sibling Withdrawal™ fic? (Which it isn't!)

Sorry that this one is super short compared to the other one!

I figured a POV change-up would be nice, especially since I've never explored Tachihara's character and it gives the readers a look into what Akutagawa and Chuuya's brotherly relationship would be like from an outside perspective. I think Tachihara's more perceptive than he lets on, so of course it would be him to see Akutagawa and Chuuya acting as siblings.

allwalkfree came up with this plot, so I don't own anything except for the execution of it and Tachihara's role in it.

Soooo…

See you in Chapter Three!

- VampChippzRisesAgain