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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 26, 2020 23:10:26 GMT
Oh, oh he should not be endeared by that.
Dazai had spent so long with more money than one person ever needed he often forgot how the other half lived. To him platinum earrings were the best choice because they would compliment the shade of Chuuya's hair. The price meant nothing.
Gin let her brother in when he arrived, hauling rack after rack of clothing in with him. Dazai hid a smile, remembering the angry child who shielded his sister with the the shirt off his own back, revealing the emaciated form.
Even when he'd attempted escape, back when Mori wanted to make him into a murderer, he'd never once thought to protect himself, only his sister. And now, he was learned in a trade, one that earned him and the corporation a hefty sum.
Most if not all the dealings Dazai was in were legitimate. Thanks to the permit Mori had so helpfully procured before his early retirement.
They were still the mafia, there was still a great deal of less than savory things afoot. But Dazai had kept one promise through all of his scheming.
Don't make orphans into murderers.
"He's still being done over," Dazai informed him. "Gin prepared a lovely breakfast, I'm sure she'd be happy to see you enjoy some of it."
Akutagawa glared, he was worse than Dazai when it came to actual eating. Gin was all smiles for her brother, though he refused to let her serve him coffee or anything else, gesturing for her to join him instead.
For once Gin didn't automatically look to Dazai for permission, she took the seat offered by her brother and they shared a quiet conversation.
"Collette, I am on a time schedule, are you done revealing the beauty under the beast?"
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Post by Behax on Apr 27, 2020 9:31:41 GMT
Chuuya’s brow hardly lowered when he saw Gin let Akutagawa in with a frankly absurd amount of clothing. He got the impression Dazai was enjoying this a little too much. Like he’d turned him into his own little pet project. His expression pulled down into a scowl at the thought. A thought that was all but confirmed by Dazai’s next comment.
“Fucking excue me?” That seemed to be the final straw that broke Chuuya’s temper, though he hardly exploded as Colette was still fussing about his person.
He stayed still as she removed the jewelry from his ears and eyebrow, cleaning him up a little in the process before putting new piercings in their place. Chuuya shifted a bit, as he was starting to get itchy from all the loose hair cuttings in his clothes.
Unless Dazai had any other requests of the stylist, she was done, and stepped away to admire her handy work.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 27, 2020 13:27:27 GMT
"ignore him petit Chou," Collete said, eyeing Chuuya with a pleased smile. "He's just jealous there's someone prettier than him in the room."
Dazai didn't bother dignifying that with a response.
He inspected Chuuya, schooling his face into unaffected boredom. But found Chuuya's heated blue gaze almost jarring enough to break it.
Again, he lamented this decision only because it had been so long since anyone had sparked a reaction in him for...that
"Well," Dazai finally said, letting his eye travel up and down deliberately. "She's not wrong. Who knew you'd be so lovely once we cleaned you up."
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Post by Behax on Apr 27, 2020 13:39:00 GMT
Well Collete’s next comment knocked the words right out of Chuuya, his anger evaporating in the face of her compliment. His face had a faint blush on it. He was just pulling himself back together when Dazai made his next comment.
Did the boss of the Port Mafia just call him Lovely? He nearly choked on the air he was breathing. It took awhile for his brain to catch up and tell him the compliment had been a little back handed. He shook his head to get rid of the thought. (And his embarrassment.)
“So what's next in, your perverse game of dress up?” He asked, getting back a little bit of his footing.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 27, 2020 13:53:22 GMT
Dazai actually smiled and for a moment his eye lit up with it.
"Funny you should say that, since that's *exactly* what you'll be doing."
"Gin, please direct *Chuuya* to the bathroom."
He walked over to inspect the rows of suits. "No black," he decided. His comments directed only to Akutagawa. "At least not for the suit itself. He's not meant to blend in."
"If the colors are too bright it would wash him out," Akutagawa drawled, looking as bored to be here as he was.
"I'm not about to ask you to sully yourself with pastels. Though don't think I don't know whose been putting together those florals your sister has been in."
Akutagawa swore he'd never forgive Dazai for removing him from the offensive line of the mafia. Demanded over and over again for his skills to be recognized and his value as a soldier.
Instead, Dazai used the only piece he had in that particular fight, Gin. If Akutagawa went to the offensive Gin would follow. Dazai put into his head, what Gin would become. How her smile would never again seem real. That her shy and quiet demeanor would be honed into a silent assasin, looming in darkness.
In the end it worked perfectly. Akutagawa was an expert with fabric, owing to his ability to manipulate it on his own person.
Gin, sweet and gentle Gin, proved to be quite shrewd. It had taken very little time for her to prove her value. She'd been his personal assistant since he was 18. Her first real promotion in the mafia.
When Chuuya returned wearing only a towel, Dazai made sure to eye up every inch that he could see.
"Gin, why didn't you give our guest some clothes to put on?"
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Post by Behax on Apr 27, 2020 14:18:55 GMT
And then he all but lost his footing again. He blinked. “I’m sorry what….?”
Not that he got an answer, as he was gently but firmly led to the bathroom. If Dazai was expecting to get something from calling Chuuya by his name, no rebuttal came. He genuinely did prefer people call him by his first name with no honorific. Though the way Dazai said it left Chuuya with a bit of a bad taste.
Once at the bathroom, Gin told him to take a shower, which given how itchy and uncomfortable he was starting to feel, he wasn’t going to argue with. He got undressed and stepped into the shower, and for a moment stood under the hot stream and wondered just what he had gotten himself mixed up in. He just wanted to find out about himself, why did that need to be so hard?
When he got out and towelled off he was more than a little put out to discover Gin had taken his clothes and only supplied a towel in exchange. His patience for this farce was starting to wear thin.
When he stepped out into the room again he was mostly dry, though his hair was still damp. He kept rubbing at the shaved undercut because it felt weird.
With nothing but a towel to keep his modesty it was easy to see that despite where he’d grown up and had lived until now, he took good care of himself. Chuuya was thin, but had a nice build up of muscle, and the defined shape of his legs wasn’t merely a trick of the pants he wore. He had a few scars here and there, but the most noticeable was one on his abdomen. Another eye catching feature was the single silver bar going through one of his nipples.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 27, 2020 14:39:35 GMT
Huh...that's something he'd never seen before.
Oda once told Dazai he was a masochist, to which Dazai heartily agreed. Pain was a wonderful reminder you were still alive.
This was a different sort of masochism. Watching Chuuya be fitted into several suits, a range of colors that brought out every single one of his features.
He was smart enough to realize he was attracted to him. Which is why he felt the need to asses and analyze all his features. He needed to find some sort of flaw, some annoying fixture he could fixate on to quash the stirrings he was feeling.
Wanting anything was never a smart thing in Dazai's life. Most everything he ever wanted was taken away. So he taught himself to remove desire from the equation.
If you wanted nothing, it couldn't be taken from you.
When the circus of suit fittings was over Gin came around with the clothes she'd 'forgotten' to give to Chuuya after his shower.
Chuuya might have raised an eyebrow at the ensemble. Not because it was bad, in fact it was perfect.
Dark wash tight pants, a deep violet t-shirt with a v-neck that showed off his neck and collarbones, and a hooded grey duster that fell to his knees.
Dazai again picked at the food in front of him, though Chuuya would notice that he ate every bite of the crab from his sandwich.
"I'll have a personal shopper take care of your casual wear. Just make a list of what you need, she'll take care of it and whatever you don't like can be sent back. We've wasted enough of a day making you look respectable."
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Post by Behax on Apr 27, 2020 15:15:23 GMT
Being fitted for not just one suit, but several was a new experience for Chuuya. He could tell the clothes he was being told to try on and pinned into were expensive just by the feel of the material on his skin. He was however relieved when the experience was finally over. He felt more than a little exhausted, and gladly put on the more casual clothes Gin handed to him.
Again he quirked a brow at Dazai’s eating habits, while taking full advantage of the meal provided himself. He merely nodded at Dazai’s comments of a personal shopper, though even that idea was bizarre to him, to have someone else take care of his shopping.
“Why, what else is on the agenda?” he asked between bites of his own food, wondering how Dazai even functioned if he ate so damn little.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 27, 2020 20:46:33 GMT
Dazai looked up from his food with a malicious smirk.
"Princess training." He howled with laughter and pain from the impact of the apple that smacked him square in the forehead. He was impressed at the control Chuuya must have used to aim it perfectly and to not turn it into a fatal blow. "You're so testy chibi! You could stand to laugh once in awhile."
"We just need to go over my routines for the day, discuss some events I'll be attending in the coming weeks, and discuss your pay."
He pushed his plate away, it looked more like someone had just disassembled the entire meal into miniscule bites.
Dazai hummed for a moment before gesturing to Gin. "Have a porter bring up a selection of accoutrements, watches, ties, and such. Also alert Higuchi I'll need her to arm him with whatever he's comfortable with."
Gin's cheeks turned pink at the mention of the armory supervisor but she nodded and left the penthouse to proceed with her job.
"Now, Chuuya," Dazai said. "it's time to discuss your abysmal posture."
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Post by Behax on Apr 27, 2020 21:28:04 GMT
It was a simple thing to launch the apple across the table.
“Maybe you should try actually being funny,” he retorted. God if he had to sit here for anymore meals with Dazai he was probably going to lose his mind, how could a guy spend so much on food and just….Waste it like that……
“My posture? What's wrong with my posture?” He was frowning as he asked.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 27, 2020 21:37:25 GMT
"You keep your hands in your pockets making you look like some low level hooligan thug," he pushed away from the table and headed into his living room. "You slouch, you're already miniature, you only make it worse with the way you sink into yourself. Perhaps you might consider adjusting your own gravity so that you don't feel the need to walk as though the entire world is on your shoulders."
He slipped off his suit jacket and proceeded to unbutton the cuffs on his shirt before rolling the sleeves up. His arms were wrapped just like the rest of him in pristine white bandages. The next thing he removed were his gloves, and Chuuya understood why he kept them on all the time. The pinky on his left hand was missing its top digit and the pointer finger on his right was gone.
Dazai gestured for Chuuya to come forward and held his hand out for Chuuya to take. He pushed against Chuuya's shoulder blades to push his chest out. "You're allowed to breathe you know?"
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Post by Behax on Apr 27, 2020 22:11:21 GMT
Chuuya scowled as Dazai not only analysed him but took him apart, pointing out his flaws. Though he realised he couldn’t actually get too angry, he had asked after all.
“I just feel….More comfortable with my hands in my pockets.” He didn't even know where to begin to explain the thing with his hands. He’s realised as he’d gotten older it was a habit that didn’t actually make too much sense in the grand scheme of things. Still it felt like he held onto what little humanity he could claim, by holding himself back in such a manner.
He followed Dazai into the living room, and watched him curiously as he removed his jacket, and loosened the cuffs on his shirt. He didn’t make a comment about the missing fingers, but it did….Make him sad a little bit.
He was a little hesitant, but he took Dazai’s hand. That weird feeling, that emptiness washed over him again. Made him shudder.
He was sure he felt something in his back crack as the way Dazai pushed against his shoulder. The mafia boss might notice that Chuuya’s back was extremely tense. This boy had probably never had a massage in his life.
“S-sorry.” He hadn’t even realised he was holding his breath. “It’s just...weird…...The feel of your ability.” Yeah that was probably it.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 27, 2020 22:30:04 GMT
Chuuya's back not only cracked, but Dazai was sure he heard a pop as well. He'd need to adjust his schedule to take care of that problem.
It would do Chuuya no good to be sore and broken all the time if he was going to be watching Dazai's back. Kouyou would know someone who was willing to make a house call, Dazai didn't think he'd get Chuuya within ten meters of a hot spring, and if he did get him in there he'd likely try to drown Dazai for the offense.
"My main reason for this is so you can learn to move and act without you ability. I do my best to prevent accidental contact," he frowned as though that hadn't always been the case. "But I need to know you can protect me in the event we are in too close a proximity to prevent nullification.
Dazai moved his hand up to the back of Chuuya's neck, careful to avoid touching the tattoo. "Keep your chin up and your back straight. No one looks down on you, you give them the gift of your attention."
He circled around, quirking his eye when Chuuya seemed like he might be slumping again. "You want to hide your hands so badly right now don't you?"
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Post by Behax on Apr 27, 2020 22:46:01 GMT
Chuuya nodded at Dazai’s explanation. It made sense he supposed, he was going to protect someone who was essentially an anti-ability user. Chuuya had done his best to train himself in martial arts so that he wasn’t relying on his ability so much, but that was different from not being able to use it at all.
“I suppose that is reasonable.”
He shuddered a little as Dazai’s touch slipped up his neck. However he did straighten his back and neck in response. A frown crossing his features at Dazai’s comment.
“It's…...That obvious?”
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 27, 2020 23:30:12 GMT
Dazai went to a drawer and pulled a pair of leather gloves out. He tossed them to Chuuya to put on.
"We'll get you a better fitting pair, but for now I need you to stop shaking with the desire to hide."
He returned to Chuuya's side and again put him into a proper posture. "You're a god walking this Earth," he said, there wasn't a even a hint of mockery. "Why would you let anyone look down on you?"
He sat down on the couch and folded one leg over his knee. "Now, walk, whenever your chin drops I'm going to make you start over."
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