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[doublesmall]

Chuuya Nakahara

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-Inkwell proprietor

-business inquiries by email only thanks (c.nakahara@gmail)

-eng/日本語

-twitter/insta/snapchat @kuraitenko


idk if i'll use this much but whatever here we all are so why not.

VOICE | TEXT | VIDEO | ACTION

 

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[tarotcards]

[ On the morning of the 13th, one day before Valentine's Day, a sudden text message appears from a Souji Seta. Perhaps you've talked to him before. Perhaps you haven't. Perhaps you're wondering why the hell you are receiving a text at six in the morning but look, let's not sweat the small details. Pay attention to the larger ones, like the contents of this very important message: ]

Hello.

Through the tides of fate, you have been chosen to participate in this year's Valentine's Day event: Blind Dating. It is believed that no one should be alone for such an important day and as such, you have been paired up with another lonely soul.

Your match is with Yuuri Katsuki. Please contact them to plan out your date for tomorrow.

However, if you and your partner do not know what to do, there will be a booth in Recollé Square for the sole purpose of assisting unsure or confused participants of the event. There will be date suggestions, booklets of pick-up lines, and refreshments.

Happy Valentine's Day.

- Cupid

[doublesmall]

do the "tides of fate" really have to wake me up at 6 am for this shit

how did you even pick people for this I definitely didn't sign up for it

2/14.

[constellates]

[It's February 14th! Early enough before the blind dates have started, Anya was busy.

At The Inkwell, he'll find a little pouch filled with heart-shaped macarons, about 6 or 7. There's a neat little card written in Anya's neat and short hand-writing:]

Happy Valentine's Day!
Please know that I adore you too.

- Anya ♡

[The macarons have their own little messages instead of the classic Sweetheart Conversations, customized based on whoever Anya's giving them to. This batch reads:]
OCCHAN
FAMILY
LOVE
THANK YOU

text | 2/18 or /19 it's like 2 am

[constellates]

[there are moments where it's probable that Anya realizes that Chuuya and her aren't blood-related]

occhan?
are you awake? you're not still at the inkwell, are you?
I had a weird dream

[this is not one of those moments]

[doublesmall]

yeah I'm still awake

[and still at work, but look, that's not important. he's just going to make someone else work for now.]

what kind of dream? nightmare, or?

TEXT → 02.24 → 2AM (also i'm sorry)

[tarotcards]

Hello, Chuuya Nakahara.

RE: Disturbance of Sleep
Ticket Number: #17482

You have submitted a ticket to the Tides of Fate on February 13, 2017. Your complaint has been reviewed and we would like to issue a formal apology. The Tides is an old company with a long history and, unfortunately, a longtime ritual of acting at various times of the day, including the early mornings.

We hope this response has come at a more appropriate time.

This ticket is now closed.

- The Tides of Fate

oh my god never be sorry

[doublesmall]

why are you the way that you are

nice try but I'm still at work, didn't wake me up this time :*

4/3 | text

[constellates]

[so you know those retrospec glitches

it's what leads to anya sending this creepypasta over to chuuya at some point in the day]

a well dressed monster !
a funny thought for occhan
but so popular now ?
a little overrated
7.5/10

[doublesmall]

way too tall, more like a 5/10. cramping my style and it's bigger than me?? it's a rude monster if you ask me

4/7 | text

[constellates]

[So the intention was for Anya to leave Chuuya a surprise - ]

occhan i came to make dinner
because i am sure work is busy !
but then i found a knife on the counter
and i could not make dinner
so i moved it
just so you know

you should not leave that out

[but instead anya was surprised

and also concerned immediately what if he came back drunk and stumbled and sliced his hand open C'MON CHUUYA]

[doublesmall]

anya be careful messing with that I haven't found a sheath for it yet

are you still there, I'm almost home

call, somewhere between 9~10 in the morning

[wordcarvings]

[ Somewhere in Recollé, Chuuya's phone goes ring ring. Or maybe not, it depends on what ring-tone he has. Just a cousin giving you a call, hoping he doesn't wake you up or disturbed you while your were doing something important. ]

Good morning, Chuuya, are you busy right now?

[ Koutarou is sounding a little uneasy over on his end. (And also very awake despite not having slept yet, because he wanted to do it at home for the first time in a week.) ]

[doublesmall]

[at first there's just a mumbled little mngh from his end-- yeah, he definitely just got woken up, he's almost never awake this early-- followed by a yawn and a little shuffling in the background before he answers properly.]

-Koutarou? M'not busy, what is it.

29th

[wordcarvings]

[ Koutarou sends a picture sometime before lunch. It's a poem by Fujiwara Teika, written in his flowing calligraphy, and there are is a drawing in ink at the bottom that matches it. ]

万代の
春秋きみに
なつさはむ
はなと月とのすゑそひさしき

[ (Or, in English: Every spring and every autumn I would like to be with you; the future of flowers and the moon is prosperous. ) ]

5/2 | action

[crudest]

[It's been a long night.

So long of a night, in fact, that Baren seems to have given up on the idea of sleep. It's why he finds himself wandering through a familiar district, recalling a familiar name and a familiar path, and - that's it, that's how he ends up letting himself into Chuuya's apartment via a combination of fire escape and picking the window lock. He hums thoughtfully, checking his phone for the time and wondering if it's spying on him. It's about 8 AM? Yeah, no way that Chuuya's awake.

In what might be mercy or might be hunger, Baren makes breakfast first. He lets himself into Chuuya's kitchen and goes through the simple motions - rice and eggs sound easy. Even Chuuya has to have those, right. So those are the sounds that fill Chuuya's apartment, quiet and familiar as Baren is more set on making food.

Once again, he accidentally makes enough for two.

There's a muttered like ".... well, fuck" as he sets the table with its meager items and then familiarly lets himself into Chuuya's bedroom. He's light-footed and quiet as ever, probably not making a single peep as he goes in. For half a second, he lets himself be amused - Chuuya's snoring was light and never enough to make Baren kick him out of bed, but damn, what a moron.

With that thought, he moves over to the side of the futon and curls his fingers underneath the mat of it.

Then he lifts with the intention to flip his poor, tired ex right off.

And then he drops the futon with a hum and sugary sweet greeting.]

Morning, gorgeous. ♡

[Also, there are Chocobo feathers in his hair ensemble now.]

I'm dyin

[doublesmall]

[It's been a long night for Chuuya, too. He'd worked late doing some more setup work at the bar, and finally fallen into bed secure in the knowledge that he's got tonight off and can sleep in before dragging people out with him tonight.

Of course, he didn't factor in Baren.

That peaceful sleep is interrupted mid-snore, a snort turning into a shout as he struggles his way out of the blankets he's tangled in and blinks blearily up at the only person it could possibly be.]

Get your ass out of my apartment.

[he's too sleepy to be angry, yet. he just sounds tired.]

5/27 | action | I MISCLICKED

[goen]

[ Saturday night. One of the busiest days of the week for a bar, made harder tonight by the fact that one of its bartenders is distracted and withdrawn. Yato started the night off with an already sinking optimism, knowing that every person outside of the Retrospec network has forgotten him. Without fail. And yet he tries chatting up the bar regulars anyway, because treating them like strangers goes against his character.

How's the wife been? Were you able to get that raise? Is your cat feeling any better? Yato asks these questions, and every time he gets a look of surprise in return.

How did you know about that? is the inevitable response, and Yato has no answer that can make sense to them. So eventually, he asks no more questions.

By the time the night is over and the last customer is gone, Yato has stopped talking. He works with the rest of the staff to wipe tables, put chairs up, and clean the floors. When the last task is done, he grabs a bottled beer, sits at the bar, and plants his face straight down on the freshly polished counter. Alcohol, deliver him from this depressing life... ]

UGH MY HEART

[doublesmall]

[Chuuya's attentive to what goes on in his bar, he always is-- and the strange way people have been treating Yato tonight doesn't escape him. He'd think something was up with the city again, but... it's none of the rest of them. Only him.

Something is definitely wrong.

It's too busy to pull Yato aside, though; all he can do is wait until they've closed up, and when Yato plants himself at the bar with that beer, Chuuya is there to... pull it away.

and replace it with a couple shots of something much stronger. whatever Yato's preference happens to be.]

Here. Doesn't seem like a beer night to me, y'know?

[He hops up onto the barstool next to Yato, leaning against the counter.]

You wanna talk, or you need a minute first?

Text

[thesettingsun]

I don't know how, but a letter addressed to you ended up in my mail. 中原中也 is you, right?

I didn't open it up, that'd be rude.

[doublesmall]

yeah that's me

does it say who it's from? return address, anything??

how the fuck did it go to you

6/2 | text

[crudest]

[it's late when baren texts

and it feels like more now than in the past 3 years, he's been the one texting chuuya first

but it's after a discussion with his sister - he tells her everything, still, in terms of bad dreams and movie plots - that he feels like for once he's really, really fucking.... alone. memories of talking it over with zoro and kashuu are far, too far. nika still doesn't get it either. baren doesn't reach for people, he doesn't. he's the one who runs in the other direction when they start asking for too much but.

fuck]

sake?
i'll buy

[doublesmall]

[he's a little hesitant, at first-- the last time baren showed up, it went places he wasn't exactly expecting-- but, well.

when has chuuya ever said no to him?

he really should start. now, however, is not that time.]

yeah, sure thing. any specific place in mind?

5/27, close to 6 in the afternoon

[wordcarvings]

[ There was one thing that had been bothering Koutarou after his earlier conversation with Tsushima-kun. Then after he had cleaned up in class and taken a nap in his atelier as usual he had had this very weird dream. He's going to text Tsushima-kun about it later but first there's one thing he has to do.

And that is to go see if Chuuya is at The Inkwell. So still dressed in rumpled, paint-stained clothes (as per usual, really) and with a bandage wrapped around his left hand (less usual but he does get hurt while distracted sometimes) he heads for the bar. If Chuuya isn't there he'll just have to call him.

So once he finds Chuuya, he's just...going to intently stare at him with a thoughtful look on his face. Yup. ]

[doublesmall]

Koutarou! Hey, gimme a minute-

[He's got a customer to finish up with, but once that's taken care of, he returns to Koutarou and leans forward on the bar.

And he's... being stared at. Chuuya cocks his head slightly, one brow raised.]

Do I have something on my face? C'mon, you gotta tell me these things, you know?

6/3 text

[stopbleeding]

you ever get a poster?

[doublesmall]

what?

i've bought them, yeah, but if you mean the shit we just get sent to us? nah, no posters.

why do you ask

6/16

[stopbleeding]

i was a pirate.

[doublesmall]

you what

6/20 text, heeeere we go

[thesettingsun]

[All things considered, Shuji's birthday went pretty well! He got a couple of gifts, talked to some friends, drank some good booze, Chuuya hit on him, nobody died, Chuuya hit on him...

And then the next afternoon, his good mood goes approximately to hell. But in a different way than it did the last time he got a memory. It's not even a bad memory in and of itself - just an introduction, in what looks like a library.

But...

"I am Dazai Osamu! The genius writer who appeared upon this earth like a blazing comet!"

It takes Shuji about an hour to manage to work up the nerve to text Chuuya. He doesn't want to, but... well, he promised, so around five he types the message and sends it before he can think too hard about how much this will suck.]

Can we talk in person? It's about that Dazai guy.

I'm so ready

[doublesmall]

shit, you found him??

tell me where and give me like five minutes

[he's already on his way out the door. he's been keeping an eye out for this guy ever since he remembered his existence, how can he be patient at a time like this?]

6/23 voice

[stopbleeding]

YOU MADE A DAMN DEAL WITH ME, NAKAHARA!!

[doublesmall]

[what the fuck is this about]

What deal, specifically.

late june idk | voice

[goen]

[ So uh. Here's a phone call. Just a regular old phone call. Coming from Recolle County Jail...?? So maybe Chuuya can guess at the context of what Yato's about to say: ]

Hey, boss? I don't think I'll be able to come in for work for a while.

[doublesmall]

[Yeah, that's a very concerning caller ID... it takes a couple rings for Chuuya to pick up, seeing as he's busy having a moment of panic over why the fuck the jail is calling him--

and it's Yato.]

Yato? What the hell happened?!

sometime in JULY idk man; bingo shit (voice)

[adoringpast]

[ Doot, doo doo. Just gonna punch in any random number and it just so happens to belong to Anya's sort-of uncle? Not that he knows that, of course.

Ring, ring. Stupid, fucking bingo -- ]

...Uh. Hey.

[doublesmall]

[and what he gets is a very groggy, grumpy voice on the other end.]

Seriously?! Some people are trying to sleep, y'know.

7/5. also bingo! super, super anonymous. v sneaky.

[hollywooding]

[ mary is not an idiot, so her third anonymous santa gift has a note written on it in typed letters instead of her own handwriting. chuuya does not need to know this was from her, thank you.

either way! when chuuya returns from a break at the inkwell, there's a small, red and white package on the bartop. a tag sticks out that reads to chuuya: merry christmas in july on it.

as much as mary was tempted to get him a book on how to not suck at card games, inside the package is a little recipe book.

the sender has mysteriously disappeared by the time he returns, though. who could it be... ]

7/11 heh

[stopbleeding]

1. call off your attack dogs sometime. they're getting annoying.

2. party at your bar. maybe later this month.

3. what's the sword policy at work?

[doublesmall]

1. i'm working on it, trust me.

2. you know i'm down, but what's the occasion?

3. are you bringing a fucking sword into the bar.

memory.

[erythristic]

[the air is cold, the place a stone room, like a church in its vastness with stained glass windows of the stars. yet for everything, the room is more like a hospital, with white beds and the bodies of the dead along the walls. all of them elderly, save for one empty bed. strange machines by every bed, and the air carries the faint scents of antiseptic and blood.

a tall man, cloaked in black, is carrying away a figure. another one, no bigger than a child, follows him. they will not turn around. in the corner of your eye, your friend draped in white is getting back to his work. and the weight of your weapon is heavy on your shoulder, a beautiful cruel thing made for this. and you feel amused, and when you speak, it is with certainty.]

Well, whatever. We'll be seeing each other again real soon, you can count on it. Isn't that right?

---

[after Chuuya receives this memory, he will find his body altered in a subtle way. until the swap is reversed, in the place of his gravitational powers, he will heal from any injury at an abnormally fast pace - at least three times faster than usual.]

return memory/etc.!

[doublesmall]

[in return, she receives a meeting underground, a camera on the wall nearby and a well-dressed woman standing opposite as she speaks-- that is to say, you lot found out the hiding place of our clerks and leaked it to the guild, then you leaked that to the detective agency... having us do each other in while you sweep up the spoils without breaking a sweat. that's what this is about.

even with the plan laid out so plainly, even though they've got you figured out, you still grin, head raised confidently.

'the detective agency will definitely fall for it, even knowing it's a trap.' that's what the boss said.

the boss is always right, after all.]

---

[there's been enough weird shit that an odd memory that doesn't seem to be his seems-- well, about expected for retrospec. is it just an echo of someone else's? that voice is familiar, isn't it?

maybe it's best not to think too much of it.

-he changes his mind about that later, though, when he tries to suspend a glass in the air as usual to pour a drink (it's good to keep in practice) and it simply falls to the floor. it's worrying that it doesn't work; it's even more concerning that when he cuts himself on the broken glass, it stops bleeding faster than it should.

it takes some consideration to place the voice he'd heard, but when he does, he shoots off a quick text:]

hey. so- probably a stupid question, considering this fucking city, but

anything weird going on over there?

7/30 | action, what up

[crudest]

[So Baren's not making excellent choices, but what else is new.

It's part of what his body is telling him to do though - to jump on the heads of monsters to get their attention, change their target, and then goof off as he high tails it out of there. There's something almost automatic about the process. It's just - he still feels like he's moving too slowly.

Sometime in the fighting he's rushing from one place to another and thinks a vantage point would be better but god, he's not going to make it up to somewhere high enough in time like this. Every second is precious. So when he sees Chuuya, remembers what he can do, there's no hesitation.

He rushes up, grabs Chuuya by the arm and - ]

Chuu, lighten me up and throw me, don't ask questions.

[doublesmall]

[Chuuya is busier straight up fighting the monsters-- he catches Baren out of the corner of his eye, doing his thing, and just. Continues with his own efforts, because he trusts Baren enough not to feel like he needs to watch him. He's around, that's enough for Chuuya at the moment.

He's just finished defeating one of them when Baren grabs his arm, and he doesn't ask any questions. He just grins, giving Baren the same excited look he always gives him when he suggests something crazy but interesting, and nods, reaching out to grab on to him.]

You know I gotta ask which way to throw your ass, though, right?

[so okay, one question.

He focuses a moment, and he means to change Baren's gravity, but-- something else happens. The wrong power flows through him, he can feel it immediately, and quickly removes his hand from Baren-

It's already hit him though, whatever it is, and Chuuya curses under his breath.]

8/5 | text

[crudest]

[Baren makes it out of the basement for the day and - flicks over Chuuya's messages that were sent to him. The timestamps are what he looks for, making sure that it hasn't been too long since the last one if he doesn't think Chuuya's going to be sleeping early. Still, it seems like today the last text was too far in the past for Baren to be okay with it - ]

fuck the police
respond if you agree
or are alive to agree

[doublesmall]

i just want you to know i was THIS close to just sending you an emoji and calling it good

real close

but yeah i'm alive

did you know there are giant fucking skeletons on fire because i sure as fuck didn't before

between week 2 and 3, so idk 8/17 or something

[arahoushi]

bar's not open tonight is it?

[doublesmall]

oh fuck no I'm too tired for that shit

you can be there if you want but I'm exhausted