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“Chuuya-san, are you dating anyone?”
Chuuya nearly dropped the bottle of wine he purchased before holding it with a firm grasp, looking at Higuchi and Gin who were inside his office.
He was not expecting visitors.
“Why do you ask? And what the hell are you guys even doing in here?”
“Just answer the question, Chuuya-san,” Higuchi replied with a serious look that gave Chuuya the opposite effect.
“Of course I wouldn’t. We can’t be involved in romantic relationships when you’re in the Port Mafia,” he answered with a light shrug, “is that all?”
“I’m sorry Chuuya-san but that sounds like someone who doesn’t have any experience or first kiss before,” Gin politely said as she could.
His eyebrow twitched.
“Really, Gin?”
Higuchi nodded her head.
“I think it’s also about time you find love and take time off to find love, Chuuya-san.”
“I don’t need love.”
“That’s why you have a relationship with wine, Chuuya-san. You just haven’t found the ‘right’ person yet.”
Chuuya couldn’t believe the words coming from Higuchi.
He hadn’t seen her in relationships either or Gin as a matter of a fact, yet he’s getting told off about it?
He set his wine on the table, putting his hand on his hip, “And you’re saying that you can find me this ‘right’ person?”
He shouldn’t have said that, seeing how the girls’ eyes widened in delight.
“Yes! We’ll find you the perfect person!”
Not the reaction he wanted.
Chuuya ruffled his hair in frustration, “I don’t have time for relationships. I’m an executive. I’ve got things to do. I don’t see you guys having dates either. Why should it concern me?”
“You’re older than us, Chuuya-san! You should be finding love!” Higuchi exclaimed.
Did something happen between Ryuu and her?
Why is she acting this way?
“We’ll find the perfect man for you, Chuuya-san,” Gin added with a short nod.
He raised a brow. “Why a man?”
Gin looked over to Higuchi as she did the same.
Gin turned back to Chuuya, “Chuuya-san, look at me in the eye and tell me with a straight face that you’re into women.”
He clicked his tongue and sat on his chair, “Ugh! Whatever. Do what you want, I don’t care.”
Higuchi beamed, “You won’t regret this, Chuuya-san!”
You don’t need to tell me that.
I already am.
The girls left with much success while Chuuya sat by his desk with an annoyed expression.
Things have been awfully lonely for the past few years and tiresome.
Maybe it was time to find someone….
He shook the thought away.
Port Mafia rules.
He doubted they’ll be able to find someone who could tolerate him. Someone with a title like, ‘one of the executives of the Port Mafia’ or that ‘one gravity manipulator user’ was definitely a turn off for any law-abiding citizen in Yokohama.
Who would be willing to go on a date with him? Sounded like a death wish.
His eyes locked on the expensive bottle of wine sitting by the corner of his desk. It almost slipped his mind having it retrieved back to his office.
For now, he could at least enjoy what he had.
- - -
“Wear something nice and casual!”
Chuuya heard Higuchi say in the back of his mind the night before his date.
He mentally let out a scoff. He couldn’t believe he was wasting his day off to be set up with a random person he didn’t know.
It didn’t help either that he was wearing a red jacket, standing out compared to many other people. Not to mention he arrived on this date earlier than the time given and was being extremely impatient.
He tapped his foot on the ground with his arms crossed.
Higuchi and Gin were kind enough to inform him who this guy was and what he looked like.
Koyama Takao.
They didn’t leave him completely in the dark and he would know who the person was. They sounded too happy in text when he messaged them he was leaving his apartment.
Is it really that bad to be single?
Sounds like a fucking pain to be in a relationship.
Chuuya heaved a sigh.
At least this guy looked nice enough to go out with him—
“Sorry I’m late. I hope you weren’t waiting too long.”
The redhead snapped out of his thoughts.
Oh, so I didn’t get stood up—
It took him a few seconds from making eye contact with this Koyama Takao to realise it wasn’t him. Just purely out of appearance and the name he actually goes by.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Chuuya sneered.
He glared at the unwanted visitor being his ‘date’.
Fyodor wore the same clothes he usually did. (Guess the whole ‘casual’ and ‘nice’ was thrown out of the picture.)
It looked odd Chuuya wasn’t in his normal work attire being in front of Fyodor but who could blame him?
He didn’t expect a date with the rat out of all people.
The Russian gave him an innocent smile which only made Chuuya more cautious.
“I thought you asked me on a date, Nakahara Chuuya? Or do we suddenly cancel it now?”
He got a bad feeling that was creeping up from his back.
“You’re Koyama Takao ?”
There was no way he could’ve been Koyama Takao.
Did Higuchi and Gin set him up with one of the worst people in Yokohama? What is with his luck?
“Indeed I am.”
“There’s no fucking way I’m believing you. Why would someone like you even be on a dating site?” Chuuya darkened his stare, “what the hell do you want?”
Fyodor took something out of his pocket, it was his own phone. “There’s no need to look at me like that.” He turned his screen to the chat between supposedly Chuuya and him. “Why can’t someone like me find a date?”
Chuuya rolled his eyes and leaned closer to his screen and read the messages. They were right, he did remember those messages.
He pulled back and looked away, “Who would want to date someone like you?”
“Someone such as yourself who asked me out?”
He turned his head to face him again with a growl.
The urge to tell him that it was set up that his friends made but he couldn’t.
He sighed in defeat and turned on his heels.
They’re here anyway, it would be a waste of effort if nothing happened.
“Whatever, you got any suggestions now that we’re here?”
Fyodor smiled and pulled out two tickets of some sort. “I’ve got tickets to this amusement park.”
“You like those?” Chuuya asked in a judging kind of tone.
“They remind me of my childhood,” he said as Chuuya flinched. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve last gone to one. Thought it would be nice to revisit that memory.”
Chuuya shoved his hands into his pockets and began to walk off without him, “Fine. Nothing better to do anyway.”
Fyodor followed, walking a metre away beside him.
“How does someone like you even find tickets? Aren’t you busy plotting to destroy the world or something?”
“I could say the same about you as well, Nakahara Chuuya,” Fyodor replied.
“Can you fuck off with the ‘Nakahara Chuuya’? It’s pissing me off.”
“Alright then, shall I call you ‘Chuuya’ instead?”
He was really pissing him off.
“Call me whatever you want. I don’t care.”
They headed toward the amusement park in silence.
Chuuya wanted to laugh at how someone like him could possibly go to an amusement park as a date. He never thought that would be the first place he would go.
What a childish decision for a date.
A small frown appeared on his lips.
“They remind me of my childhood.”
Something about that was uneasy for Chuuya, maybe it was because he didn’t remember anything in his childhood.
“I am rather curious,”
He lifted up his head from zoning out at the footpath and turned his attention to the other.
“For someone in the Port Mafia, are relationships allowed? They seem like such a nuisance to deal with.”
“Why ask if you already know the answer?”
Fyodor let out a sound of amusement and closed the gap between them a little.
“Perhaps I just wanted to start a conversation with you, Chuuya.”
“Who would want to talk to a liar?”
“I’m not the only one who has a fake name…” Chuuya turned his head to Fyodor and wasn’t expecting him to be suddenly so close to him. “Was it… Kashimura-kun?” he whispered into his ear.
A faint blush rose to his cheeks as he backed away from him. His hand on top of the ear Fyodor whispered in.
“You—!”
The rat changed his attention to the amusement park entrance they were standing in front of.
“Ah. We’ve arrived.”
Chuuya stopped to look for himself.
So, this was a childhood experience.
Fyodor took the lead and didn’t notice until a few seconds later that Chuuya wasn’t following behind. He looked over at the awestruck Chuuya.
“Well, are you coming, Chuuya?”
He clicked his tongue to cover up the expression he made before.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this over and done with.”
- - -
While walking around the amusement park with no luck in finding anything fun yet, they have been strolling in complete silence ever since they entered.
“So, what kind of rides did you go on when you were little?” Chuuya asked Fyodor, absolutely hating the screaming and the awkwardness.
“Hm… I do remember that one,” he said, pointing to the carousel with a playful smile, “why don’t you go on it, Chuuya?”
The redhead shot him a glare.
The ride was filled with children and they were riding on horses, just who does he think he is?
“What the hell are you trying to say, Dostoyevsky?”
“Nothing at all. You asked me a question, I was simply answering it.”
Chuuya hated how smug he sounded.
He looked at the ride that was giving the most screams. A fast ride that had plenty of loops in it.
“Let’s go to that one,” he suggested.
He saw the life in Fyodor (if there was any left in him) drained out of him gazing at the ride he pointed to.
A sudden motive of mischief crept on his lips.
Time for revenge.
“What? Fyodor Dostoyevsky, leader of the Rats of the Dead House, scared of a harmless little ride?”
Fyodor tried his best to conceal the fear on his face. “If you want to do that, I have no complaints. I’ll be sitting out—”
Chuuya pulled on his sleeve and pulled him towards the direction of the ride.
“Nope. You wanted to come here so we’re going.”
How does it feel now, rat bastard?
He laughed evilly in his head, standing in a long line of people while Fyodor stood in front of him, to make sure he wouldn't escape. He looked rather uncomfortable which satisfied Chuuya to no end.
The lineup was fairly long meaning communication had to be something apparent for the both of them.
Chuuya faced Fyodor and leaned against the railing as the sun beat down against them, “Got tired of destroying the world so you go and find a date instead?” He asked, bringing back the topic.
Obviously, Fyodor didn’t let him take his teasing too far.
“I was expecting to go out with someone by the name of ‘Kashimura’, so I guess things weren’t as planned.”
“You know, you really are a shitty rat.”
“There are kids around, Chuuya. You can’t be saying those kinds of words around here.”
Chuuya held in his round of insults and changed the subject.
“So, you like amusement parks? No offence or anything but you honestly don’t look like the type who would like those kinds of stuff.”
“Then what kind of ‘stuff’ would a young me like, Chuuya?”
“Oh, shut up, you know what I mean. You look like you barely get any sunlight and the definition of a vampire. I remember someone in the Port Mafia commented about that when you were captured that one time.”
As Fyodor opened his mouth to reply, he felt a sudden force pulling him down on one side. (No, it wasn’t Chuuya’s ability.)
A child’s hand latched onto one of the flaps on his ushanka and had managed to get some of his hair too.
The mother was far too distracted to notice what her child was doing as Fyodor was struggling to keep the little child’s fingers to themselves.
Fyodor didn’t try to say anything either to the child to which Chuuya snorted about.
Fyodor glanced behind him at the child and gave a look that made them instantly burst out crying.
Alarming the mother, she whipped her head back with her motherly instincts, “What were you trying to do with my child?”
Fyodor stared at her blankly.
“Your child was the one who started it.”
What are you? Fucking 5 or something?
In Chuuya’s opinion, Fyodor wasn’t wrong but he didn’t word it correctly. The child had grabbed onto his hat and started to pull on it but that was not how you deal with a situation like that.
“What?” She asked, filled with more anger.
Chuuya quickly interfered.
“What he meant was that your child was pulling on his hat. Sorry about that ma’am,” Chuuya apologised, pulling them out of the line, “let’s go.”
Ugh. So much for trying out this ride.
This fucking bastard has to ruin everything.
- - -
Chuuya groaned while sitting by one of the benches.
“You think you couldn’t have at least given the child a less scary look? Maybe ask next time?”
“Children wouldn’t understand what you would be saying,” Fyodor plainly replied.
“And you still consider yourself a genius?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “I think you traumatised the child more than anything.”
Fyodor still dared to mention the missed opportunity Chuuya got, “It’s a shame you couldn’t go on the ride you wanted to go on.”
He flashed a murderous look over to him, “I will literally kill you right here, right now if you keep talking about, Dostoyevsky.”
Fyodor gazed at the cotton candy stall a few steps away and turned back to Chuuya.
“Have you tried cotton candy before?” He asked.
“Cotton… candy?” Chuuya clearly did not know what that was.
His black coat swayed as turned around and smiled, “Let’s go try it.”
Chuuya sat up from his seat as Fyodor led the way.
As the name suggested, it did remind Chuuya of cotton.
Chuuya stared at the ball of pink fluff on a stick and looked over to Fyodor’s empty hand, “Not going to have one?”
He put his wallet away in his pockets, “I’m not into sweets.”
“Oh right. Then… how am I supposed to eat it?”
“Eat it how you’d think you’re supposed to.”
“That helps a lot, thanks a lot for that information,” he replied sarcastically before taking a bite into it.
He didn’t realise how difficult it would be to eat it. It was easy to dissolve against saliva but was sticking around his mouth. This was a messy food to eat.
“You did this on purpose didn’t you?”
Fyodor dodged the question, “Do you like it?”
“It’s… okay? I don’t hate it,” Chuuya continued to eat his cotton candy as they walked off in a random direction, “so, where are we going now?”
“How about you choose, Chuuya?” Fyodor offered.
Chuuya wiped around his lips with the back of his hand.
“Last time I chose it didn’t go as planned because someone couldn’t fucking keep it together.”
He hummed before saying, “Suddenly I don’t remember that.”
Chuuya lightly punched him in the arm.
“Don’t fucking joke around with me,” he responded as a shop suddenly caught his eye.
He shoved the rest of the cotton candy in his mouth and directed them there, “Let’s go over there next.”
Fyodor took a glance over to what Chuuya was leading him towards, the gift shop. He mentally braced himself with the many children that were going to bombard the store. It was almost impossible to move around in the shop and he nearly lost Chuuya.
“Hey, Dostoyevsky, I think these would fit you.”
Chuuya presented a pair of mouse ears in his hands.
Fyodor glanced at it for a few seconds before meeting his eyes, “Why do you think so?” He asked, slightly against the idea of wearing it.
The redhead ignored his question and took the ushanka off his head. Fyodor compiled by letting him put it on and stood still for him.
Chuuya burst out laughing, hugging his stomach tightly after putting them on.
“They suit you, Dostoyevsky!”
Fyodor looked at himself in the mirror provided and grabbed the same pair of mouse ears from the hook.
He put them on Chuuya’s head and smugly smiled. “We’ll be matching now.”
“You’re really annoying, you know that right?”
“I think we should be matching. This is a date after all.”
Chuuya rolled his eyes with a grin of his own, “Congratulations for making it the worst one so far. You get nothing.”
Fyodor snapped a quick picture from the phone in his hand.
“I don’t know about that. At least I got a picture of you. I think that’s a reward within itself,” he said, showing the image to Chuuya.
“DELETE THAT!”
As the redhead tried to snatch the phone, a kid crashed into him and forced Chuuya to land on Fyodor instead. He wrapped an arm around his waist, catching him.
Chuuya glared at him. “Let me go.”
“Chuuya’s fallen in the mousetrap.”
He pushed him away by force.
“That's cheesy as fuck.”
Chuuya had just realised what he said and Fyodor’s expression said it all.
“No pun intended, dumb rat.”
Getting out of the shop with two pairs of mouse ears on their head, they both had no idea what their next stop was. Back to square one.
Fyodor glanced over somewhere off in the distance, Chuuya couldn’t tell at this point where he was looking at. He looked at his phone, checked the time and received a few messages from Higuchi and Gin.
“Oh? Isn’t that the Agency?” He asked which piqued Chuuya’s interest in a split second.
“What?”
You’re fucking kidding me right?
“Over there.”
He slid his phone back inside his pocket, “Oh shit, they are.”
Fuck I can’t have them seeing that I’m with this rat on a date.
Chuuya yanked Fyodor's arm once again and dragged them towards behind one of the stalls. He poked his head around the corner and saw Glasses, the weretiger and Kyouka strolling through where they were just before.
“What are we doing slacking off?” The one with glasses asked, frustrated, “we should be doing paperwork!”
The weretiger sheepishly laughed.
“Kunikida-san, do you do anything other than paperwork…?”
He pushed his glasses back, “It’s a part of the schedule, we have no time for this.”
Fyodor leaned against Chuuya’s back, unintentionally pushing him down with his weight, “I wonder what they’re doing here.”
“Beats me and get off me, bastard!”
What the hell is this date turning into?
“JINKO!”
Chuuya flinched and saw Akutagawa also here.
What the hell is Ryuu doing here?
“I guess it’s not just the Agency,” Fyodor commented.
He scoffed and cancelled out the argument like white noise coming from the weretiger and Akutagawa.
“No shit sherlock.”
But why would Ryuu even be here?
“What are you doing here?” The weretiger asked Akutagawa, like he read Chuuya’s mind.
He coughed with his hand over his mouth, “I was told to watch over Chuuya-san for the day.”
HE WHAT?!
Chuuya suddenly figured it out and facepalmed.
Oh my fucking god.
It was fucking Higuchi and Gin that told him.
“This suddenly got interesting. Do you want to show yourself, Chuuya?” Fyodor asked, also understanding the situation and finding too much fun in this.
“Shut the fuck up or I will.”
“What will you do?” He asked in a suggestive tone.
Chuuya exhaled a deep breath.
“Where is the best place to hide?”
A smirk formed on his lips, never meant anything good from what Chuuya had learnt so far on this date.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
- - -
Fyodor’s brilliant idea was to go to the most cliche thing Chuuya had watched in movies, the Ferris wheel. He understood where he was getting at, not being found by the Agency members or Akutagawa by being on higher ground but—
“Oi, aren’t we pushing in line?”
“I got us VIP tickets. So don’t worry about it.”
Chuuya raised a brow, “Oh? So now you want to let me know that got fucking VIP tickets? And you didn’t say anything while we were waiting for that ride I wanted to go on?”
He shrugged, “Slipped my mind.”
You seriously piss me off so much.
Entering the Ferris wheel, sitting on opposite sides from each other, Chuuya had never felt so awkward, unlike the previous times this had occurred.
Chuuya stared through the window.
Okay… maybe the view is worth it after all.
He always had enjoyed high places but this had brought a new meaning altogether. He could see the whole city of Yokohama, the very city he had vowed to protect.
“Liking the view?” Fyodor asked.
Chuuya nodded his head. “I can see why people would go on this.”
“I’m glad you do.”
He decided to take a break from being mesmerised by the scenery.
“Now that I think about it, this whole thing has been kinda one-sided.”
“What do you mean by that, Chuuya?”
“You didn’t sound or act like you were enjoying yourself. Not really, ‘revisiting your memories’. You’re still not up to something, are you? Would that explain why the ADA are here?”
“Those are none of my doing. They were merely coincidences.”
Chuuya frowned.
“Then what are you up to?”
Fyodor had a smile that Chuuya couldn’t tell what the intentions behind them were. It could have meant anything.
“Did you have fun, Chuuya?”
He tried not to think too much as to why he asked and genuinely answered back with, “It wasn’t bad. Why do you ask?”
Fyodor leaned against his seat with a relaxed smile. It looked strange on his face, Chuuya mentally commented that he should just never smile like that.
“This is your first time at an amusement park, is it not?”
Chuuya felt all his muscles and bones tense up all at once.
His eyes widened, how did he know that?
“How—”
“That was what I was up to,” Fyodor concluded in the most sincere voice he heard.
“I’m glad you enjoyed today, Chuuya.”
His jaw was hanging and was still processing the entire thing, “You did this for me?”
“This is how you make a good first impression, no? I do take my dates seriously, Chuuya.”
Chuuya crossed one leg over the other and averted his gaze away from him. “Then do better in the next one then. This one was the worst yet.”
Fyodor chuckled.
Probably the best answer he’ll get out of Chuuya.
“As you wish, Chuuya.”
- - -
It was the day after Chuuya’s first date and they exchanged numbers rather than conversing through a dating app which may have been a bad idea but he’s done nothing but bad ideas.
His door slammed open with two eager, maybe just one, girls intruding his office.
Chuuya didn’t need to look up to know who they were, Higuchi’s excitement enlightened the entire room alone.
“Chuuya-san! How did it go?!”
His eyes looked up and sighed.
“Shouldn’t you two be training right about now? What the hell are you guys doing in my office?” He asked back which was immediately ignored.
Higuchi let a small pout, “Answer the question, Chuuya-san!”
“We asked Ryuu to go and watch but he couldn’t find you?” Gin said with a raised brow.
Yeah, I know that, that’s why I hid.
Chuuya set down his paperwork and paid his full attention to them.
“Really? I guess we must’ve been on rides by the time he was looking for us,” he lied with a light shrug.
Gin took it into consideration, “I guess, how was it?”
“Fun? Took me to the amusement park,” he replied, grabbing his cup of coffee beside him and taking a long sip.
Higuchi nodded her head with a wide grin, “Yes, yes, anything else? Any kisses, hugs?”
Chuuya almost spat his coffee out, “Fuck no!”
“Don’t keep any secrets, Chuuya-san! Please, do tell!”
“We just hung out?! What do you expect to happen!? It’s the first date!”
“So there will be more?” Gin asked out curiosity.
Damn you Gin.
His face turned bright red as she said that.
“HELL NO!”
He seriously can’t catch a break with these two pestering him around.
“How was Takao-san? He’s a cool guy right?” Higuchi asked with enthusiasm.
“About that, why the hell would you guys even set me up with Fyodor Dostoyevsky?”
Higuchi flinched.
“W—what?”
Chuuya ruffled his ginger hair and shot a glare at her, “Don’t act innocent, this Koyama Takao was just a cover-up. We’ve barely talked, why would you set me up with someone like him?”
“Seriously Chuuya-san, we don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Chuuya sat up from his seat and grabbed the pile of paperwork he finished off.
“Don’t sweat about it too much. We got along but next time tell me who the person is before setting me up with them,” he responded, waving his hand dismissively.
“We’re telling the truth—!”
Higuchi’s voice was shut down by the slight slam of the door.
The two of them looked at each other.
“We met Takao-san the day before…? Why did someone like Dostoyevsky get mixed up in this?” Gin asked, slightly concerned.
Higuchi put a finger on her chin, in deep thought trying to figure out what happened. She had no lead and frowned.
“Takao-san told us that he’ll be there? I wonder what happened to him…”
- - -
“Fyodor-san, welcome back. I hear you had a good time?”
Fyodor took off his hat and set it aside along with the pair of mouse ears on the table. A smile crept on his lips at the recollection of what happened today.
He looked over to Ivan, “Yes. It went very well.”
The silver-haired man giggled and handed him a freshly wiped knife.
“Then you’ll be excited to hear that I’ve finished preparing your little friend.”
The knife was passed into his hands as the pure smile turned into a smirk.
“Wonderful. Thank you.”
Fyodor walked past him and entered a hidden staircase down below. His steps grew louder and louder as he approached the sound of muffling.
A trembling body, helplessly on the ground, his eyes blown wide at the presence of Fyodor. Tears began to run down his cheeks and his muffled screams became slightly louder than before.
Almost like he was begging for his life.
“Koyama Takao…”
The young man lets out a sound in response.
“I must say. You had quite the amazing plan up your sleeves to make someone like Nakahara Chuuya fall for you. I’m rather impressed how smoothly it went.”
He tossed the owner of the phone in hand to the ground beside the helpless man.
Takao looked from the corner of his eyes at the conversation between him and Chuuya the night before their date. He looked back at Fyodor, saying something along the lines of, ‘please, spare me! I’ll do anything! Just please! Don’t kill me!’
He chuckled in response and threw the knife behind him.
“I will still admire your dedication but I’m afraid that you’ve already touched something that is mine…”
His eyes glowed in a dark hue, his hand hovering over Takao’s head with a bright light emerging within the palm of his hand.
“That is already a crime within itself.”