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When Kunikida finally got to the apartment it was to see Chuuya standing outside of the building, a coat over his shoulders and several police vehicles and first response teams. He could see several cars were set ablaze and some people even being put into body bags. What the hell had happened here? He could worry about that at a later date, for now he found himself rushing over to the smaller male, immediately grabbing his shoulders and spinning him around. "Are you hurt? Who did this? Did they catch them? Were they with the King's Men or Port Mafia?" All questions asked one after the other. Not like he was actually giving Chuuya time to respond as he was busy checking him over for any new injuries. When it seemed as though Chuuya was completely fine, aside from the small cut on his cheek, the blond finally relaxed. "You can't just worry me like that, Chuuya. What happened?" He asked, when his eyes finally locked with Chuuya's he was met with a soft, fond and highly amused expression.
"Do I ever tell you how sweet it is that you worry about me as much as you do?" It was a tease, Chuuya would never say such things to Kunikida, but that was simply because how else was he supposed to when they couldnt even lable what their weird relationship was in the first place? "But seriously, it is sweet. But I promise I'm okay, it wasnt the King's Men it was a visit from the Port Mafia." Both of them took a moment to look at the chaos that surrounded the building, Chuuya sighed heavily as he rubbed the back of his neck, shivering slightly at the cold breeze. He pulled the coat around his shoulders a little tighter and leaned against the taller man. "Akutagawa came to see me. He's an executive now, can you believe it? He's finally moving up and making a name for himself. Oh, he was also the one who planned with the sniper, it was his way of figuring out if I still used my ability."
Kunikida felt his blood boil at that. Everyone in the Agency knew of the Hellhound's relationship with Atshusi, but no one really ever mentioned it. After all it was a tricky situation that could sour should anything go wrong. But yes, the ADA had been knowing about Akutagawa's promotion to Mafia Executive for a while now. "He didnt hurt you?" He asked, moving to wrap his arms around the smaller man and hold him close. To think that Akutagawa, former Black Lizard Commander turned Mafia Combat Executive had been here with so many other Mafia members. He felt Chuuya shake his head, so that helped him relax a tiny bit. "Who did all this damage?"
"Nicki and Rick. They live in this aparment Complex too. They saw the cars and members so they decided to deal with them while Akutagawa and I had a chat."
"You talked to him? Chuuya that is incredibly-"
"Dangerous? Stupid? Risky? I know. But it was a nice conversation....he wasnt angry, he seemed to understand why I left the Mafia and why I chose this life. He had been ordered to bring me in alive or kill me if I resisted." The man turned his head up, looking at Kunikida's face now as he spoke. "He let me go despite knowing if anyone found out he lied he could get into trouble. I'm not sure if to be angry for him doing that or happy because he doesnt want me dead."
True, Kunikida could see why he would be conflicted, but that didnt mean that the Mafia wouldnt take Chuuya in then simply keep him as their imprisoned pet. That didnt mean they wouldnt hurt him day in and day out for leaving them the way he did. The mafia would not simply let his betrayal go, they wouldnt let him live happily or normally until they got the retaliation they wanted. They wanted payback two fold, and would get it one way or another. That mere thought alone made the Detective tighten his hold around the older man, he sighed, closing his eyes and leaning down to press their faces together. Both completely unaware of the attention they were catching of the local news stations. It slipped both of their minds that Chuuya owned a well known fashion company and was the face of it.
"He cares about you. Be thankful that you are alright and unharmed."
Chuuya chuckled. "For now."
"Dont joke. The last thing I wish to see is you get hurt again. Today shaved several years off my life I'm sure of it." It was unsettling how casual Chuuya was about his chances of getting hurt or even killed. Said detective sighed, only pulling away slightly so that Chuuya could reposition himself into a much more comfortable position. Kunikida found the man now with his arms crossed over his chest, and his ear pressed against his chest verses his back. His hands wandered up from their spot around his waist and came to a stop over where the bullet wound he had gotten earlier in the day. "While I know the shot wasnt supposed to be fatel that doesnt mean it was any less worrying. You have to stop being so less concerned-"
"If I spend my days worrying if I'm about to be attacked by either the Port Mafia or the King's Men, I would constantly be stressed out. Paranoid. I'm fine. I will be fine. If push comes to shove and I am left with no other choice then I will use my ability. But otherwise I am more then capable of defending myself even without it."
Kunikida wanted to argue that even with his impressive martial artist skills that wouldn't be enough to stop certain ability users and what if Chuuya decided to use his ability too late? There were a number of things that could technically go wrong here, all of which worried the blond to no end. But what was he to do? He couldn't force Chuuya to use ability when he didnt wish to. All he could do for now was trust that the said ex executive knew what he was doing. "I just dont want to see you get hurt or worse."
Chuuya sighed, relaxing a bit and nodding slowly. He found it extremely hard to stay annoyed at Kunikida when he was being so honest and simply wanted to keep him safe. Though it was truly unnecessary, considering he was strong enough to keep himself safe if he truly wanted to, but it was the thought that counts he supposed. "You worry too much about me, it's like you forget where I came from."
"Trust me, I havent forgotten. But after seeing what happened, how else do you expect me to react? You have not one, but two organizations after you. One for profit the other for essentially, revenge. Come stay with me tonight. I dont think it's safe for you to stay here. And all things considered I think the residents of the building will be out here for hours." Kunikida offered as he glanced around at the chaos. Chuuya blinked, definitely not expecting to be invited to the other man's aparment for the evening. Chuuya had no issues staying outside for hours upon hours. He used to do so often during missions back when he was in the Port Mafia on reconnaissance missions with Dazai. The Mafia worked during the night, most of their operations happened then, or at least their major ones. So for him to have to stay up for hours during the night didnt really bother him.
But the prospect of being able to actually sleep sounded far better. "Okay, I dont think I'll be able to go back up and grab some extra clothes though."
"I'm sure I have something you can wear. Come let's get going." The younger man easily pulled away, though he slipped his hand into Chuuya's, lacing their fingers together and tugging him along away from the building. "Will Nicki and Rick be alright?"
Chuuya chuckled. "Oh definitely. Dont worry about them." Honestly they both had probably already found somewhere go lay low, he had taught them that much if they ever got themselves into trouble. His mind however drifted from them rather quickly to his and Kunikida's joined hands. They had never really....put a name to what they were, he guessed that was maybe due to Kunikida trying to figure out how this was going to work with all his rigid ideals and Chuuya himself hadnt been keen on romantic relationships after Dazai. He had in a way taken Kouyou's out look on love and hope, well, he had tried. It didn't really work out all that well, as this thing between him and Kunikida was proof enough. Still, he didnt question this too much, didnt want to risk asking him what they were. For now he would enjoy it.
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She didnt want it to be this way, Nicki swore it up and down, to the moon and back. This wasnt supposed to happen. She currently stood above an unconcious Rick, his eyes cold and hard as steel as she watched two men in suits walk up, each grabbing an arm and dragging him away. She sighed heavily, a glint of guilt and shame bubbling up in her chest. But that was quickly shoved down at the sound of warehouse doors opening and the sound of footsteps approaching her. When she turned she face a man, taller then herself, perhaps around 6'1, he had light blond hair and blue colored eyes. He wore a khaki colored slacks, black dress shoes, a white dress shirt with a khaki colored vest over it. He had his overcoat resting over his arm as he came to a stop next to her. He wore a satisfied smile on his face, his eyes never leaving Rick as he was dragged away, cuffed then placed in the back of a car.
"You've done well. I didn't suspect that this would have gone as well as it had. Honestly we would have had Nakahara if the Mafia hadn't shown up." He sounded mildly disappointed, which that in itself wasnt a good sign. "No matter. We will have plenty of other opportunities. Do be sure he doesnt catch on, Nicki."
Said woman rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Just keep up your end of the deal. Stephen."
"I am a man of my word. After all, to remain King, I do have to reward my loyal subjects. You will get what you asked for, my dear."
Nicki said nothing as she turned on her heel and walked away, a cold chill going down her spine. Stephen King, a man from the Americas, a man of horrors and Fantasy.
The King of the King's Men.