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Chuuya stepped into Kouyou’s chambers, as instructed by the text he was given this morning by her, and noticed the big cluster in the middle of the room.
“What’s going on?”
“Chuuya-san, you’re here!” Tachihara exclaimed, relieved to see Chuuya in one piece.
“You’re alive!” Higuchi followed up.
They had recently been informed that there has been an ability user causing havoc in the city and had been discovered to be lurking around Port Mafia grounds.
Unfortunately for them, they had escaped without a trace and the last person they came in contact with was Nakahara Chuuya.
“Why wouldn’t I be here? Ane-san called me after all,” He replied and took a seat with all of them.
He crossed one leg over the other and seemed to be in a daze.
All of them could agree with each other that Chuuya didn’t seem the same. There was something off about him.
For one, his voice and the way he walked in didn’t suit him at all. His tone sounded deeper and more cold in a way and the way he walked in is usually some sort of ‘grand entrance’, in these types of situations he would be slightly panicked.
But now… he looked like he could care less.
“Chuuya-san, did you not get any sleep last night?” Gin asked, the only one in the group noticing the bags under his eyes.
“I don’t sleep.”
“What have you been doing then?”
Chuuya smiled at the other redhead, also something off about that as well, “That’s a rather private matter. I don’t think it would concern you, Tachihara-kun.”
His eyes seemed blanked and vacant like no sort of light gleamed in them.
“Tachi… hara-kun?” Tachihara questioned.
When has Chuuya ever called him that?
“Chuuya-san? Are you sure you’re okay?” He looked over to the woman, who looked relaxed and calm, “could it be the ability, Kouyou-san?”
“We’re currently getting some intel about it, Tachihara-kun, it’ll be fine,” Kouyou assured him and glanced over to the other executive with a small frown. She didn’t like this ‘new’ Chuuya either.
Chuuya smiled, “Why still get it when I have the answer, Ane-san?” He showed them a brown file and pretty much threw it on the table with the paper scattered over.
“Is that why you’ve been gone for so long, Lad?”
“No. I had figured it out a while ago but I wanted to drink some coffee at a local cafe.”
“Okay…”
They definitely can’t get used to this Chuuya.
He was way too different from him and it was a bad thing. He’s never been so quick on his feet and figuring out intel himself? He would’ve punched multiple people to get that and has been banned from getting intel from others because of it by the Boss.
Kouyou amusedly raised a brow, “And you didn’t kill anyone?”
Chuuya grabbed a cup off the coffee table and brought it to his lips. He gently blew on it and met with her eyes.
“I don’t see why I would need to kill anyone for this sort of information. They were rather dumb into thinking they would see past me.”
“What is he talking about?” Higuchi whispered to Gin.
She shrugged her shoulders, “No clue, at least we got what we needed.”
“I'll let the boss know then…” she replied, wandering out of the room and closing the door behind her.
- - -
“Why the hell are you guys looking at me like that?”
Fyodor strode into the room with a frown and unusual fiery energy in him, “Do I have something on my face or something, the hell?”
Nikolai beamed, “Wow, did you finally get some sleep, Dos-kun? You don’t have those bags under your eyes anymore!”
He seated himself and glared at Nikolai, “Why the fuck would I have bags, Kolya?”
“Why would you?! You’re going to ask me that, Dos-kun?!” Nikolai cackled and put a hand on his stomach, “I didn’t know my birthday came so early this year!”
Sigma nudged the other to quit laughing, “Nikolai, I don’t think this is right.”
He only increased in volume and loudly laughed, finding this hilarious.
“Of course, it isn’t right , Sigma! Dos-kun just asked me ‘why would he have bags?’!
Fyodor slammed a hand on the table, putting an end to Nikolai’s laughter, “Can you shut the fuck up?! You’re so fucking loud!” Nikolai fell silent as Fyodor crossed his arms and leaned against the back of his seat.
“You’re quite angry, Dos-kun. What happened to you?”
“Like hell, I would know?!”
“But you know everything, Dos-kun~?”
Fyodor clicked his tongue and shot another glare at the clown, “How are you so much more annoying than that shitty Dazai?”
“Eh? Shitty Dazai? I don’t think you call him that, Dos-kun—”
Sigma placed his hand on Nikolai’s mouth to shut him up and turned to Fyodor, “Fyodor-san, did you get hit by an ability? There have been rumours about an ability user in Yokohama.”
“Ok fine! What the hell is this ability?” Fyodor asked. His index finger tapped on the table, impatiently waiting for their answers.
“I guess things are much harder without Dos-kun’s plans and brain,” Nikolai said, muffled against Sigma’s hand, “we are doomed~.”
“Shut the fuck up. My brain is as big as it gets!”
“Yes, but you in this form have shrunken it into a tiny one!” Nikolai joked with his index finger and thumb and closed the distance between them to show the tiny-ness of Fyodor’s brain now.
Fyodor shot a glare at Nikolai.
“Fuck off!”
Something clicked in Sigma’s head, he glanced over to the dark-haired man, “Wait… where were you last night, Fyodor-san?”
“Me?”
Nikolai snickered, “Who else would Sigma-kun be talking about?”
Fyodor punched Nikolai out of the way and cleared his throat, “Anyway, I was at my place, of course. Why?”
“Where were you before you were there?”
“What the fuck are with these questions? Just get to the point already.”
“Fine,” Sigma sighed, taking a deep breath. If his hunch is right, then Fyodor will definitely send him to the wall, “is just that you’re acting like Nakahara Chuuya if I am not mistaken. I thought maybe you had seen him yesterday to make you act like this.”
Fyodor froze.
Sigma and Nikolai stared at him, did they (Sigma) actually figure it out? “Fyodor-kun—”
“I’M GONNA KILL THAT SOLNYSHKO!”
Fyodor bolted out of the room, so fast that Sigma and Nikolai couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.
Nikolai gasped, grasping onto Sigma’s shoulders and violently shaking him.
“Sigma-kun! We should go catch up with him!”
Without Sigma’s consent, Nikolai had already pulled him towards the same direction Fyodor fled.
“What do you think we’re going to do?!”
Nikolai winked at him, which meant nothing good in Sigma’s book.
“To witness everything, of course!”
Of course, it is…
- - -
“Y—you kissed someone, Chuuya-san?!”
Chuuya looked at Tachihara’s blushing red face.
“Tachihara-kun, I know you are smarter than this. Did you honestly think I haven’t gotten my first kiss?” He asked with a small smirk on his lips.
“Well, I…” he nervously averted away from his eyes.
Gin rolled her eyes at the blushing mess beside her, “The sooner we fix this, the sooner I can get out of here. Whoever Chuuya-san kissed, I don’t want to ever meet them.”
“The lad does have an interesting taste in people,” Kouyou agreed while nodding her head.
Chuuya stood up from his seat and stretched his arms out with the smirk still on his face.
“Something wrong, Chuuya-san?” Tachihara asked.
“My love should be here any time soon. He should’ve found out now one way or another.”
Everyone in the room fell quiet, “Your love?”
The redhead didn’t say anything as he closed his eyes for a second and the door suddenly burst open. Chuuya opened his eyes once again and looked at the tired Russian standing at the door.
“Fyodor Dostoyevsky?!”
“What the hell is he doing here?!”
“Why hasn’t anyone called for backup?!”
Chuuya ignored the shouting from his friends and walked closer to Fyodor. His arms opened for him.
“I missed you, Fedya.”
“Well I fucking didn’t,” he replied coldly, “what the hell have you done?”
Kouyou and Gin met each other gazes.
Ah… this finally makes more sense now…
Chuuya dropped his arms to his side as he got the message that Fyodor clearly did not want a hug at the moment.
“Me? I’m not involved with this? This is from an ability user, my ability is gravity manipulation. How could I have done anything, Fedya?”
“Stop acting smug, bastard. I know you know.”
Chuuya’s smile doesn’t falter, “Of course you know, Fedya. I know how to undo the curse.”
“You do, Chuuya-san?!”
Gin stared at the executive like he was crazy, that’s because he was. “You mean, he could've done this early? What the fuck?”
Chuuya looked over to Tachihara and shrugged his shoulders, “Of course I do, why must you doubt me all the time, Tachihara-kun?”
Fyodor frowned and gritted his teeth, balling his hands into fists.
“ Solnyshko ,” he called out.
Chuuya chuckled and brushed his hand over Fyodor’s cheek. He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and cupped his cheek with his hand, “Is Fedya getting jealous?”
A blush enveloped Fyodor’s cheeks as he looked away.
“No…”
Please just hurry up and undo, Gin thought and wished she had gone with Higuchi.
Speaking of Higuchi, she straight into the scene and almost ran here so she could deliver a message to Chuuya.
“Chuuya-san! The Boss wants you to undo it immediately—” She stopped by the door with her jaw hanging low, “W—W—What is going on?! C—Chuuya-san?!”
Nikolai and Sigma had arrived a little before she did and dragged her to the side. She panicked, was she getting kidnapped in the middle of daylight and in her own organisation she works for?!
“Mmph?!”
Nikolai pressed his index finger on his lips, “Shhh! It’s getting good!”
Higuchi nearly passed from seeing the enemy in their headquarters.
What is going on?!
Chuuya admired Fyodor’s bright red face and brushed his fingers over his cheeks.
“Fedya, if you blush too much you might faint. I can’t have you do that, otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to carry you back home.”
“Hurry up and undo it already, solnyshko, I’m getting fucking impatient waiting for you.”
“Alright, alright, fine.”
Chuuya clutched onto Fyodor’s shoulders and went on his tippy-toes to reach his lips.
Gin, Tachihara and Higuchi watched in shock with unhinged jaws.
Kouyou displayed her emotions with the overflowing cup of tea.
Nikolai was printing a bunch of pictures to show Fyodor later from a printer, from god knows where he got it, and Sigma was helping him pile the paper together.
“Was this seriously one of Fyodor-san’s requests?”
“Yup!”
“I can’t believe this is the same guy…” Sigma mumbled under his breath.
Their lips parted, it took a few seconds before something had happened between them.
Chuuya pushed away from Fyodor as the blush had exchanged from Fyodor’s face onto Chuuya’s instead.
“What the fuck was I doing?!” He screamed.
He turned to Kouyou and the mess she was creating on the carpet.
“Ane-san!? Your tea—! Tachihara? Higuchi? Why are the both of you doing—? What the fuck happened?”
He then turned over to Fyodor, only noticing him by then, “and what the fuck are you doing here?!”
“We were under an ability. I hoped it lasted a little bit longer,” the rat sighed but earned a glare from the mafioso.
Chuuya pointed an accusing finger at him, “You! You were a part of this, weren’t you?! What the hell were you trying to accomplish bastard?!”
“I just wanted to see what Chuuya would do if I began to act like me,” Fyodor replied with a satisfied smile, “I wish you were more like that, solnyshko.”
He was lost but he could only reply with, “THE HELL?!”
“It was worth it to buy you all those wines for you.”
Chuuya flipped the finger at him, he dared to have that stupid smug face.
“I knew you were fucking up to something when you wanted to stay with me for the night! The wine too! I knew you weren’t trying to be nice! You—!”
“Chuuya…”
Oh… fuck…
Chuuya turned to the other Port Mafia members and nervously laughed it off.
Yeah, there was no way he’s getting out of this.
“I—I can explain—”
“Yes, I’m sure you have a lot to explain about this relationship…”
Kouyou smiled but it was not so sweet, “We’ll begin right away and you’ll have to explain to me why you never told me about this.”
“Ane-san! There’s nothing to explain! Really—!”
Kouyou glanced over to the enemy, as a way of not wanting to hear another excuse from Chuuya’s mouth.
“Dostoyevsky-kun, as we haven’t met each other, you don’t mind staying for a bit, right?”
“Not at all, Ozaki-san,” Fyodor replied, snaking his arms around Chuuya’s waist.
He leaned closer, pressing his chest against his back and whispered into the other’s ear, “I’m sure we’ll have lots to tell, right, moy Chuuya?”
“Oi… You’re still not fucking forgive, bastard! Let me go!”
That day was to never be spoken again in the Port Mafia if one wanted to be spared from hearing it. The ability user was found eventually and got plenty of complaints from most Port Mafia members.
It truly was one of the darkest days…