Soukoku, double black, twin black, say what you will about the name. The terror behind it was no more than two mentally unwell, yet genius, teenagers. Mafia executives who were fearless, reckless, and trusted each other more than the salt trusts the sea. Despite all of this, the two teenagers still bickered. Constantly! Mori always said "only a diamond can polish another diamond", but many of the higher-ups in the mafia have doubted their boss' words for years. Though they dare not speak up, even if their concerns were valid. What are these concerns, you ask?

Soukoku doesn't know when to stop bickering! Whether they're fighting enemies or each other, on a infiltration mission or one of revenge and bloodshed, they never stopped arguing. Which, often times, delayed their progress if one said something that triggered the other. This most commonly happened through Dazai's smart mouth and Chuuya's short temper when it came to the brunet, leading to a fist fight. Though, this hasn't bit them in the ass before... Not until now, anyway.

The pair were currently hiding in what was an unfortunately cramped closet, just big enough to hold both of them and the five coats hanging inside. Chuuya tsked, "I would've expected bigger..." He muttered, glancing behind himself to look at the interior of the rather pathetic closet. Though, he guessed he shouldn't have expected much given the size of the office. It was at least half the size of Mori's. The closet was built into the wall, which had given both men the false hope it was a proper walk in closet and not some crevice cut into the wall,

"Damnit, stop moving!" Chuuya whispered out the harsh demand as he stayed cramped against Dazai. It was too late to move to the other side since his shadow would show through the bottom of the door, and he'd make too much noise while pushing through the hanging coats... It was just like them to both fight for one side and end up in an even worse shitty situation because of it.