Dazai and chuuya have been together thought it all. Centuries together. Dazai the last pureblood kitsune left. Of course there were some kitsunes but none with the golden blood of a true Yokai. And chuuya an outlasted Oni.

The two had settled down together slightly. Chuuya finding his way up in the portmafia ladder, Dazai working for the Armed Detective Agency. The two couldn't be happier

except recently... a few yokai blooded humans began to dissappear. Currently 12 children were missing. Dazai felt it as his duty to protect them. He began a mission to find then with the agency. He came home stressed every night. His tails always frazzled and ears down. The constant stress along with the use of his magic to hide his true self for the agency was eating him away.

Dazai got home, he was stressed as usal. They hadn't gotten closer to finding the kids. Dazai shut the door dropping his magic mask. His ears flat and nine tails tangled. Chuuya stopped doing the laundry walked over "'samu?"