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Nakahara freezed. Flying dark liquid, that got a scarlet outline in a flash, also did it. Boss got distracted from his work.
“What happened, Nakahara-kun? Why did you suddenly stop?”
“May I ask you don’t move, Mori-dono?” Chuuya squeezed out, nervously trying to come up with what to do now.
Great power of gravity control, unfortunately, needed great practice, and more the better. It is true for everyone. Therefore, now Nakahara was ready to clutch at his head because of situation hopelessness, and he thought only about one thing – time or space control ability would be more suitable… He has not enough level of accuracy to return tea to its rightful place in the cup.
Whether it is hard objects: bullets, stones, even people, with which Chuuya is used to operate. They are easy to carry and control because of retaining their shape and, unlike the damned liquid, do not crumble into small drops in the air, trying to cover everything around them. Keeping this formless slurry in place cost Chuuya terrible concentration and effort: every now and then, some edge tried to move in a direction known to him only.
“This is a little scary, Nakahara.”
“Everything is almost fine, boss,” Chuuya giggled nervously. "So, the little nothings of life”.
If the guy was religious, he would pray with all his soul and heart. But in accordance with life principles, only faith in the organization, Dazai and Arahabaki are carried out, hopes remain only in last one, that is – in oneself.
His Double Black partner would be rolling on the floor laughing right now...
Chuuya shook his head, driving away untimely and unpleasant thoughts, and almost lost control over the tea. What he can do…
And suddenly he caught Elise's interested gaze. The girl was sitting on the opposite corner of the table and, in the usual manner, carefreely dangled her legs without attaching any catastrophic significance to the situation.
“Of course,” Nakahara thought acrimoniously, “Mori-san certainly wouldn’t have said a word to you for such mischief”.
Due to prolonged inactivity, hands began to shake, Chuuya wanted to cry. And Elise seemed to notice his pleading look.
Slowly bringing her hands to mouth, the girl screamed in fear: “Rintaro! There! There's a scary thing descending from the ceiling!”
“Don’t move, Mori-dono,” Nakahara says as calmly as possible, picking up the game. “In other case you’ll scare it away.”
It seems that the situation is slowly improving.
“Yeah, yesterday… Yeah, I read news about kaput city’s terrarium,” it was difficult to guess is Boss believed cunning children or decided to play alone, “According to journalists, most part of the inhabitants disappeared from their places, but how did they get so far…”
By these words Boss emphasized his high location in Mafia’s headquarters.
“Strangely,” Chuuya agreed discreetly.
“Elise, darling, if I can’t moving, may you take a towel from that drawer? I don’t think that our dear friend wants to grab this abomination creature with his bare hands.”
Nakahara glanced sideways to make sure that the gloves were still on him.
Then everything went like clockwork: with unprecedented realism Elise handed Chuuya a voluminous terry cloth, immediately jumping to the side as if there really was a huge spider behind the Boss’s back. Nakahara gingerly pulled all the liquid to the towel and quietly carried it to the exit from the room, don't let Mori-dono see anything.
“Release the monster!” the girl shouted after him, “And leave the towel as a house. Everyone deserves kindly treating no matter how monster he is.”
“You’re my sunshine,” Mori-dono babbled, “Elise is the kindest girl in the world. Would you like some sweets for your courage?”
Chuuya, accompanied by the guard's uncomprehending looks, threw the towel into the trash can by elevator and turned into a side passage to catch his breath. He didn’t have the strength to replay the worst case scenarios in my head. He just wanted to throw this damn situation out of head like a nightmare.
However, the real “nightmare” was sitting among the security in camera room and already preparing offensive jokes for his partner.