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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 28, 2020 23:45:31 GMT
Dazai did his best to remain calm.
It was worse than what happened with Ango, far worse. Ango had been doing a job, Dazai could forgive that, he couldn't forgive that Ango allowed him and Oda to believe he was their friend.
Randou...Rimbaud had done more than that. He'd been a mentor, counsel, his *right hand man*.
"It will be impossible to hide this from everyone," he finally said. "Too many men saw Chuuya standing over the body and know he was the killer."
He slouched in his seat, ignoring the way Hirotsu narrowed his eyes.
"The only way this works is if we make everyone believe Chuuya was already under my employment and now that the traitor is caught, he will remain at my side to protect me from any others. We reveal nothing about his connection to Ran...Rimbaud, none of it."
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Post by Behax on Apr 29, 2020 13:02:30 GMT
Chuuya was a man who was not particularly fond of lies, not because he couldn’t tell them, but because he just didn’t like dishonesty in general. Still he could see the need for one here. They had to be careful lest the whole Mafia turn on Dazai. He was however completely fine with people not knowing that he and Rimbaud had connections to each other, in Chuuya’s mind that was a private matter and the fewer people that knew it the better.
“I can’t disagree with the need for some level of secrecy.” In fact Chuuya welcomed that. “And I don’t particularly care what you tell the rest of your organisation, and long as it's simple and easy to corroborate,” Chuuya said.
He could tell the air in the room had grown tense, even if Dazai was doing his best to hide it. Clearly the depth of Rimbaud’s betrayal ran deep. Not that Chuuya could blame the man for that. He knew what that kind of betrayal felt like.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 29, 2020 21:58:10 GMT
With the re-arrival of Gin and her excitement as seeing her Onii-san, Dazai and Chuuya were left to continue his posture excercises when Hirotsu agreed to go to dinner with Gin and Ryuu.
Another agent arrived later with boxes of ties, watches, clips, and every single accoutrement anyone would ever need.
Dazai obligingly allowed Chuuya to choose what he wanted, refusing to tell him the price.
It was part of his plan really, to see what Chuuya liked and favored. Dazai analyzed people from their chosen music to how they reacted to bad news. Seeing someone's fashion choices was just as much an indicator of their person.
The other reason was so he could pick out something for him that would match everything he had chosen.
"You're still tucking your chin down," he remarked at dinner. For once eating actual bites of food, though Chuuya would credit that to their food being ramen and not something Dazai could easily pick apart. Though he did notice that Dazai picked the spring onions out and left them on a plate to the side.
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Post by Behax on Apr 30, 2020 0:17:57 GMT
Chuuya was loathed to continue the posture training, but he endured it anyway. When it came time to choose accessories to go with his new clothes Chuuya was a little dubious at first, especially when Dazai would not tell him the price. But he did as he was bid.
When it came to ties Chuuya picked out ones that went well with the suits Dazai had picked out earlier, though he preferred a crossed bolo as opposed to a more traditional tie in most cases. He hesitated about the watch because he didn’t need to be told the price to know it was insanely expensive. He went with a silver and a black one in the end. Rings wise he definitely had a more punk rock aesthetic, but he didn’t pick many. It was however nice to even have the option.
When it came to picking a weapon harness that could be easily concealed under the suits, Chuuya pretty much shunned everything. In the end he went with a sheath for a hefty combat knife that could be affixed to his belt and concealed by his shirt or outer jacket.
What was evident was Chuuya went for what he considered practical, and while the rings and the watches were clearly things he liked, the ties were ones he thought went best with the suits. He liked to look good, and he had a keen eye for it.
“Sorry….” Honestly he wasn’t even conscious of it most of the time, and it had been a long day, so now he was mostly too tired to keep up with it.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 30, 2020 1:01:14 GMT
Dazai held his thumb and forefinger under his chin, a playful smile on his face.
"I'd hate to have to see you go through more and more posture training." He laughed at the way Chuuya stiffened and waved off his statement. "I don't think any more of that will make a real difference in the end."
He poked through the boxes of accessories Chuuya had picked out. "As wonderful as your selection of ties was, I don't think they're going to work."
He opened a box showing Chuuya a leather choker with a simple silver buckle. "Think of it as a training tool. The leather is stiff and will keep you from tipping your chin down."
Dazai approached Chuuya and when he wasn't immediately shoved back, he buckled the choker in place. His fingers gently skimming the skin below his jaw.
"There," he murmured, struck by how blue Chuuya's eyes were. "it suits you."
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Post by Behax on Apr 30, 2020 11:47:03 GMT
Chuuya frowned when told his choices in ties wasn’t going to work, unsure of what the Mafia boss expected from him exactly. He watched Dazai poke back through the boxes with a mixture of frustration and suspicion.
He pulled a face when shown the collar, clearly not convinced. He might not have shoved Dazai back, but there was a twitch to his body that showed he certainly thought about it, however briefly. He tensed when he felt the leather slip around his neck, fighting the urge to step back when he felt Dazai’s fingers against his skin.
He frowned when told it suited him, while Chuuya wasn't sure how he felt about it at all. Dazai had been right in that it did make it much harder for him to keep tipping his chin down. However he wasn’t sure about what a collar could imply to others. Though just by looking at himself in the mirror he did know that the placement of it was rather convenient. It would cover the mark on the back of his next…..
One mark of ownership to hide another.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 30, 2020 13:25:12 GMT
Dazai's smile faded slowly as he saw the look in Chuuya's eyes. As much enjoyment as he had playing with his new toy, he was reminded that his pawns were human beings.
Inconvenient this conscience of his, it always had Oda's voice too.
"You're free to retire to your apartment. I won't be needing your protection for the rest of the evening."
He loosened his tie and flopped down onto the couch.
"A porter will bring a cell phone and laptop for you in the morning. Good night Chuuya."
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Post by Behax on Apr 30, 2020 20:21:59 GMT
Chuuya cocked an eyebrow, but didn’t argue.
“Good night,” he said back before taking his leave.
He entered his new apartment and sighed when he closed the door behind him. Then he looked at what he was now going to be calling ‘home’ for however long and nearly had a stroke.
Of course Dazai’s pent house was larger, especially when you considered this was technically a separate part of it. But it was still bigger….Fancier than anywhere else Chuuya had lived so far, and that included his temporary accommodations over the last couple of days. From what he could tell it was fully furnished with the exception of a kitchen. Not really much of a big deal, he’d already been told he could use Dazai’s.
The mezzanine bedroom was interesting. The bathroom was ridiculous (though less so than Dazai’s own.) And the closet was a walk in. He didn’t see a utility room either, so assumed either Dazai had his own...Or more likely just had other people take care of that for him. (Chuuya wasn’t sure how he felt about other people handling his laundry.)
For a little while Chuuya busied himself by finding homes for his admittedly few belongings, and putting away the numerous new suits and items of clothing. Anything he hadn’t had the opportunity to try on yet he left in the bags. He’ll sort that out later, he wasn’t putting anything away if he hadn’t tried it on yet.
After that he thought he’d have another shower, but the bath caught his eye. He’d never had a bath before. He ran one, and well…. At first he made it entirely too hot so he had to try and balance it with cold water. When it was bearable he slipped in and a contented sigh escaped his lips.
Fuck no wonder why people liked baths. He could practically feel his tension melting away. He lent back, one of his arms hooked over the side so he wouldn’t slip in the water and tried to process just exactly what kind of turn his life had taken. While trying to wrap his head around what type of man Dazai was. He wasn’t yet sure.
After the water had begun to turn lukewarm, Chuuya carefully climbed out of the bath, dried off and let himself fall into bed in nothing but his underwear. His sleep was deep and uneventful.
Chuuya was an early riser, and was up when the sun began to peek through his blinds. At first he fought to keep his sleep. He was comfortable. More comfortable than he’d ever been in his life. A good mattress really did make a world of difference.
He did eventually drag himself out of the bed, pull on a loose oversized t-shirt and some shorts before exiting his apartment into Dazai’s penthouse in search of breakfast. He was more than a little dismayed to discover not only was Dazai’s kitchen rarely used, it was fucking bare. The only option he had was a bowl of cereal….No wonder Dazai got someone else to bring him meals. Well….Chuuya was going to change that….At least as far as himself anyway.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 30, 2020 21:00:43 GMT
Dazai didn't sleep.
Or rather he didn't sleep properly.
It was always in spurts. An hour here two hours there. The longer he slept, the more of a chance he'd dream things he didn't want to see or remember.
Randou... Rimbaud had been appearing in his nightmares as of late. And strangely enough, Chuuya, only this time it was Chuuya's corpse that strangled him to death.
So instead of a proper nights sleep, Dazai decided to keep himself awake playing video games most of the night.
Since the glass in his windows was shaded he was unaware of the time and so his shouting at the enemies on his screen would have probbaly been quieter had he known Chuuya was only down the hall in the kitchen.
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Post by Behax on Apr 30, 2020 21:20:50 GMT
As he was slowly coming properly to his senses Chuuya became aware of some rather loud...Arguing? From what he could only assume was the direction of Dazai’s bedroom. Maybe he was on the phone? Chuuya couldn’t quite make out what was being said, but he kept an ear out as he ate his cereal.
Then came the scream, and it honest to god sounded like Dazai had just been stabbed.
“Fuck!” He dropped his spoon, and took off running up the hall. He threw open Dazai’s bedroom door fully expecting to have to drag someone off the Mafia boss, (though how an attacker would have even gotten in the penthouse his brain hadn’t got that far yet.)
His entire posture sagged as he realised the scream he’d heard had been from Dazai playing a video game. Chuuya straightened up and dragged a hand down his face.
“Dazai….its 6 in the fucking morning….”
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 30, 2020 21:27:17 GMT
Dazai stared at Chuuya, back to the TV, the to his dimmed windows. "It is?"
He mentally calculated that he'd gotten about three hours of sleep, he'd need a nap on the way to his lunch meeting. He'd have Chuuya sit in the back and someone else drive. No doubt Chuuya would be the efficient sort who took the right way and not the one that provided Dazai ample time for a cat nap.
"You smell like my soap," he finally said, unable to come up with anything else to say.
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Post by Behax on Apr 30, 2020 21:46:16 GMT
Chuuya blinked, unsure of how to react to that, before letting out a groan. He pulled the door closed without another word and walked back to the kitchen. He scooped up his breakfast bowl and instead decided to finish eating in his own apartment.
Fortunately it was fully furnished, so he could at least watch the tv while he ate. He relaxed a little afterwards before going upstairs to wash up, brush his teeth and get dressed.
He wondered how long it would take him to get used to seeing himself in a suit.
He hesitated before putting the choker on, but put it on he did. When he was ready he picked up his bowl from breakfast and walked back out into Dazai’s penthouse. It was probably around 7am by this point. He had no idea what Dazai’s schedule actually operated like, but Chuuya was dressed and ready at least?
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Post by quinnlocke on May 1, 2020 14:29:34 GMT
Dazai sat in his living room, eyes closed with a cup of coffee in his hand. The eye patch oddly enough wasn't there, but his hair was messy enough to hide his left eye, but not enough to hide the jagged scar.
"I have a lunch meeting at noon. We'll head down at eleven." He gestured to the table where a cellphone and laptop sat. "Those are yours. Feel free to use the laptop for whatever. Its not considered company property. The cell phone is, so if you make oersonal calls there will be a record. You are free to get your own phone for personal use. I text, I don't call, your phone should only be on vibrate if you are in my presence."
He said all this while never opening his eyes.
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Post by Behax on May 1, 2020 14:41:21 GMT
Chuuya noticed the scar but didn’t say anything. Growing up on the street you got used to minding your own business, and not asking people too much about their past. At the time Chuuya hadn’t even had much of one, so it wasn’t even like he could offer to answer questions in exchange of being allowed to ask his own either.
He did raise a brow over the laptop. He’d never had one before, though he had occasionally used the computers in a library or internet cafe so he wasn’t completely illiterate on that front. He stowed it away in his room for now, and spent the rest of his time familiarising himself with the new phone. He hadn’t had one before, but fortunately someone had already set this one up with all the numbers he’d need. He made sure it was set to vibrate only. It wasn’t like he was going to receiving calls from anyone that wasn’t Dazai or someone trying to get hold of Dazai. He had no personal contacts to add and he supposed that did make him feel a little bit lonely. Least it meant that for now he didn’t need to worry about them being recorded.
Chuuya didn’t really talk much unless Dazai prompted him to first. This was partly because he was still a bit uncomfortable with the situation, but also had already decided that any questions he asked were either going to be unanswered, misdirected or Dazai was going to be a facetious prick about it, or even worse turn it on Chuuya in order to answer any of his own whims or curisorities.
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Post by quinnlocke on May 2, 2020 21:47:16 GMT
Dazai napped during the drive to his lunch meeting. Waking up once when he slumped over onto Chuuya.
He might have mumbled an apology, he couldn't remember.
The lunch was boring. The food adequate. Dazai's peculiar habit of taking his food apart with his fingers was non-existent when he was in public. Though his need to eat small bites was still evident as he took nearly an hour to finish his meal.
That worked in his favor, gave the man looking to sell him a share in his startup took Dazai's slow eating as an excuse to talk himself in circles, proving his company, while good on paper, would not do well with him as the head.
"I'll take your offer into consideration. Are you sure you're not willing to take a more secondary role? The start up would still be yours, but would be led by someone with experience."
The terse response he got in return answered that.
Chuuya looked bored. But then again he also looked like he was going to be sick from the moment he looked at the menu. No doubt the cost of the food. Not that he needed to worry about paying for it.
He sensed it as soon as they exited the restaurant. Had suspicions when they had arrived.
"Chuuya," he said casually as though he was commenting on the weather. "Sniper at 3 o'clock, I do hope stopping bullets is one of your talents."
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