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The world feels like it tilts out from under Nakahara Chuuya. Dazai Osamu does a spit take.
"Boss... what..? I don't..." Chuuya blinks, struggling to wrap his brain around what he was just told. Kouyou reaches a hand out to steady him gently.
"We recently found out someone got a hold of your DNA. I can't have anyone trying to clone my executive. I'd like you to take care of it."
Chuuya swallows, trying to hide how much the news affected him. "Of course, boss."
Osamu narrows his eyes. "So... my DNA was stolen."
Fukuzawa nods. "We believe the intention is to clone you."
"I see."
"I was planning on having Tanizaki infiltrate the lab. Cloning someone without their knowledge or consent is highly unethical. Who knows what else they're doing there."
Osamu hums, rolling a pen across his desk. How they got his DNA with his knowledge is a mystery. He suspects he wasn't the only one, either. If the Port Mafia is involved, Tanizaki might have some trouble.
"I can handle it myself."
Fukuzawa blinks before nodding. "Very well. Kunikida will–"
Osamu waves his hand, cutting the president off. "No no. I won't need any help."
"Then the agency will remain on standby in case you need it."
"Ahhh. I appreciate it! Now, you said it was in a lab?"
Chuuya rubs his arms in a futile attempt to self-soothe as he stares up at the concrete square in front of him.
The lab is outside of Yokohama city, deep enough into the woods to be difficult to find but close enough for things like food. As far as he knows, though, it runs on its own electrical grid and was completely unknown before recently.
Two armed guards lay dead at his feet, the camera above the door smashed. He doubts anyone knows he's here yet.
A hand on his shoulder causes him to startle. Chuuya whips around, fist already flying. Osamu steps back to avoid the punch, hands raised and a smirk on his face that tells Chuuya that reaction was expected.
It pisses him off.
Seeing Osamu makes something in him settle, though. He relaxes ever so slightly knowing he doesn't have to do this alone.
Chuuya stands, crossing his arms. "Tch. What are YOU doing here?"
"Same thing as you, I would assume."
His scowl deepens. Neither of them move. They clearly don't want to go inside. Osamu sighs dramatically, putting his hands behind his head.
"Let's get this over with, I suppose."
"Hm." Chuuya turns to the door, a red glow wrapping around him. "Guns blazing?"
"You aren't exactly subtle no matter what the plan is."
Chuuya's eye twitches as he momentarily wonders why he's in a relationship with the asshole. He decides to take his anger out on the lab's door, sending the reinforced metal flying with a kick.
Clearing out the lab is laughably easy. Chuuya rampages through the halls, leaving corpses of soldiers and scientists in his wake Osamu follows slower, cleaning up the stragglers hiding in various rooms, taking in the few projects that were being worked on.
It's primarily weapons. Genetic weapons, researching abilities and quirks. He gets deja vu looking at it all.
It's probably a good thing Chuuya is too busy fighting to notice.
The crying of a baby stops them both in their tracks.
Chuuya glances back at Osamu, wide-eyed and determined. Bless his bleeding heart. All it takes is a nod from his master husband and he's rushing towards the sound.
The door is blown clean off of its hinges. The room behind it is similar to all the others, but this one has a giant glass tube. The sound of a disconnected heart monitor buzzes loudly in the space alongside the crying of the child. The glass of the tube has been shattered. The child, what appears to be a newborn in age, screams loudly in a scientist's arms.
Osamu watches coldly as Chuuya paints the wall with the scientist's brains before they have the chance to escape. He lifts the child gently into his arms, trying to shush her as he rocks her gently.
It's a cute image, one Osamu imagined only once in a dream when him and Chuuya just started dating. The slug has always had strong parental instincts, but his attempts to calm the brown haired baby are futile. He shrugs off his coat, wrapping it around her, cooing quietly.
Osamu leaves him to keep trying, turning as he attempts to figure out what this experiment was.
Chuuya punches the heart monitor, silencing it as Osamu begins to search through files. Whatever was going on here, it involves that baby.
His eyes go wide at what he finds.
Experiment 1120B. A living weapon made with the genetic code of two of the strongest ability users in Yokohama. The goal was to take the abilities of the two "donors" to make them genetic, like a quirk. The resulting child would hopefully have both abilities, although this wouldn't be able to be confirmed until 1120B is older.
Chuuya looks over his shoulder. Osamu doesn't need to see his face to know he goes pale.
Another child, just like him, created to be used as nothing more than a weapon. A weapon with his genetics.
A weapon with Osamu's genetics.
They crying fades into the background.
"What do we do?" Chuuya mumbles.
Osamu shrugs. They have many options, considering they had no part in the child's creation. There's no legal obligation for them to take care of the child, although Osamu is sure the government doesn't know of her anyway.
They could kill the child, although Chuuya is likely to object to that. Osamu isn't keen on it either. He can visualize the disappointment in Odasaku's eyes should he make that choice.
They could give her up for adoption. Take her to an orphanage and leave her on the doorstep like in that one old movie about wizards. There aren't many good orphanages nearby, though. The area of Japan they live in has a large quirkless population. Children with both quirks and abilities are typically mistreated due to guardians not knowing how to deal with such powers.
They could also take her in. Neither of them have any experience raising children, though, having grown up with violence and bloodshed. Osamu traumatized any child put into his care and Chuuya is a Port Mafia executive.
"We don't have anything she'd need nor do we know what she'd need. We can't take care of an infant."
Chuuya frowns. He knows this. Osamu knows he wants to keep her anyway.
All the options are bad options.
Osamu looks at the infant. Her face is scrunched up and ugly as she cries in need of something neither of them can provide. She's helpless, swaddled in Chuuya's coat, cradled in his arms.
Something inside him breaks. It's almost like paternal attachment and he resists the urge to gag at the feeling.
"I don't have room in the agency dorms."
"I do in my penthouse."
"We should keep her away from the mafia."
"The one farther from the docks, then."
"We can't let Mori know."
Chuuya seems to deflate a little at that. He can't say no to the boss. Because of that, he doesn't have the time to take care of a newborn properly. Mori will ask questions if he requests time off and letting him know has the potential to get her involved in the mafia, something neither of them want.
Osamu sighs, leaning back in his chair. He never expected to be a father. He doubts Chuuya did either. Mentally, Osamu crosses out the other options.
"I can call out from work." He doesn't do much when on the clock anyway.
"You'd do that?"
Osamu looks at the ceiling to avoid eye contact. "I don't see why not. Any reason to get out of work is a welcome one."
Chuuya snorts. "Right. I don't know if I can trust you with a child, though."
"If I hurt her, you'd kill me. I'd rather not die painfully, thank you. I'd prefer a glorious double suicide with a beautiful wom– OW!"
He rubs where Chuuya just hit him upside the head. He's unimpressed with Osamu's theatrics. Osamu rolls his eyes.
"I'll give you my card to buy everything she'll need."
"Fine, fine. Just deal with the rest. They know where we are."
Chuuya scowls and Osamu startles as the baby is thrust into his arms. He fumbles to hold her correctly as Chuuya turns toward the door. Several armed guards storm in.
Gunfire mixes with the cries of the baby in a cacophonous racket.
The mission is finished. Chuuya steps away to call the mafia's clean up crew. All files related to experiment 1120B are destroyed. They're gone before anyone else arrives. The only remains of their presence are footprints in the snow and the bodies they left behind.
Osamu's trip to the store takes less than twenty minutes. He buys diapers, formula, onesies, all with Chuuya's money.
She's still crying when he gets to Chuuya's penthouse.
He picks the lock with familiar ease. Chuuya looks up from his spot on the couch, laptop on his lap. He's been researching newborn care, although the crying seems to have given him a headache.
Honestly, Osamu is impressed she could cry that long.
Chuuya snatches the bags, taking the box of diapers and the formula. "Wash the clothes for me while I feed her. I don't want her to get a rash or something."
Osamu does as he's told. He wants the crying to stop almost as much as Chuuya does.
Half an hour later and she's sleeping in her makeshift cot, a drawer stuffed with blankets on the floor. She's wearing one of the onesies Osamu bought, a bright pink one that covers her feet. It was a pain to get on but she's cute when she isn't screaming.
Now they sit in Chuuya's bed. The child sleeps soundly on the floor beside them while Osamu sifts through all the articles Chuuya found about how best to care for an infant. He makes mental notes of everything important and makes sure to fact check with more reliable sources.
Chuuya keeps staring at the makeshift cot. He chews the inside of his cheek, lost in thought.
"She'll be fine."
Chuuya groans, flopping backwards into bed. "But what if she isn't? What if we accidentally step on her?"
"I'm sure we won't."
"You can't see the future."
They stare each other down for a long moment before Chuuya sits up. "I'm moving her."
Osamu prays to whatever God that exists she doesn't wake up.
Chuuya crawls back into bed, satisfied with the baby on his dresser. It's all temporary, of course, and it works for now. He climbs under the covers beside Osamu, who closes the computer and sets it to the side.
He cups Chuuya's face gently, pressing a kiss to his lips. "We should get some sleep before she wakes up."
"Mmm. She needs a proper bed though."
"I'll look for something tomorrow. We need all the sleep we can get tonight."
Chuuya huffs, turning off the bedside lamp before laying down. "Fine."
Osamu lays down as well, rolling on his side to pull his husband into his arms. "Goodnight Chuuya~"
"Night, Osamu."
It takes a while but Chuuya relaxes in Osamu's arms, falling asleep feeling safe and comfortable. Company will keep the nightmares at bay, even if just for tonight.
Osamu drifts off to the sound of Chuuya's breathing, more at home than he's been in a long time.