chuuya "be gay do crimes" nakahara (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
doublesmall) wrote2018-03-17 08:59 pm
doublesmall) wrote2018-03-17 08:59 pm
Saturday, post trial
[when chuuya comes to find shinssin this time, it's with a vintage bottle of wine tucked under one arm. if he thinks he needs a drink after all that himself?...
well. he figures he might need to share.
so wherever he happens to be, chuuya's either taking a seat or leaning on a wall or something nearby.]
...hey. Figure asking how you're doing is a stupid question, but-- half this is yours, if you want it.
well. he figures he might need to share.
so wherever he happens to be, chuuya's either taking a seat or leaning on a wall or something nearby.]
...hey. Figure asking how you're doing is a stupid question, but-- half this is yours, if you want it.
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... [Assassin chuckles.] I didn't know you could share, Shrimp. I could use a drink. Thanks.
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[an explanation for both the wine and the company.
chuuya doesn't have a corkscrew, but he works at the cork with a scalpel until he pulls it out, passing the bottle over.]
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You're lucky I like anything.
[ He grins, takes the bottle and downs a third of it in one go. Not the way Chuuya would have wanted to enjoy it, he's sure, but they can't be picky in a place like this. And even though it's different from the wines of millennia ago... ]
Ah, that's good! Max can really pick 'em!
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[he holds a hand out, there-- c'mon, let him try it.]
Guess he's got some pretty good resources.
1/3
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Where do you think all our ripcoins go? It's capitalism at its finest.
Tell me about your partner.
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[chuuya takes the bottle, and while he definitely doesn't go as hard as assassin did, that drink is probably equivalent to a glass. it's been too long since he had this... he's going to need it, to answer that question.]
-his name's Dazai. Complete pain in the ass, a waste of bandages, he tried to call me his dog, he's terrible with women... he was good at his job, though. Youngest executive in our history. We kind of figured he'd take over, eventually.
[he takes another, smaller drink, scowling.]
The boss forced us to be partners because our abilities worked well together. I couldn't use mine to its full extent without him there to nullify it before it killed me. I just... had to trust he wouldn't let that happen.
He didn't, until he wasn't there anymore. Dazai didn't kill me, but I wouldn't be dead if he hadn't left.
[chuuya passes the bottle back.]
That's the short version, anyway.
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[that wry smile is met with one of chuuya's own, a shake of his head.]
Funny, huh? All that and I don't have any idea what the hell he left for.
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Better to just forget everything or destroy it all.
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[another shake of his head, there.]
I didn't destroy it, for some reason, but I can't forget about any of it while he's still alive. I swore I'd kill him myself.
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I like how you think. We'll show 'em, eh? Reapers, your partner—anybody who tries to fuck with us.
[ He raises the bottle. ]
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chuuya just reaches over to lightly fistbump it. that's going to have to be good enough, for now.]
...Sounds like my kind of plan.
[and as he takes the bottle back for another long drink, he adds-]
You know I'll still heal you if you end up needing it, yeah? I know you made me promise that already, but-- fuck.
[a quick shake of his head, there.]
Nothing to do with what happened that time.
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Hahaha! That's fine. I was bluffing, anyway!
[ SUCKER ]
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[that gets a disbelieving look, and chuuya is just. holding onto the bottle. it's his for now, asshole, because now he needs more wine.]
... you won though, you know? Why bother bluffing?
[and for that matter-]
Why do you keep fighting me, anyway? A lot of people would've given it up already if they just won every time.
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[ A small smile as he looks at Chuuya from the corner of his eye. ]
But did you know, Chuuya? The stories aren't true, but they do say I founded a school of martial arts. It was named after me, but... well, I can't remember that, can I? Still, the stories are what make a Heroic Spirit.
My master taught me everything I know and made me stronger. Maybe I just wanted to do the same.
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...you had something like that too, huh? Except fighting was what mine wanted me to do. All it wanted was to destroy.
[a short, humorless little huff of a laugh.]
I used to fight looking for someone to beat me, you know? I wanted-- I needed someone to make me struggle. Make me really fight for my life, so that it'd actually matter. I figured my shit out eventually while I was alive, but...
[chuuya pauses, there, apparently wrestling with whether he wants to say this or not. the wine loosens his tongue, and he finally finishes:]
-if that's what you wanted to do, I think your master might approve. It's-- fuck, it's the most alive I've felt since I died.
Is that a little fucked up? Think I might be.
what's fucked up is that i never tagged this
[ This time, the silence lasts longer as he drinks from the bottle and turns Chuuya's words over. His master's approval, huh? That would be nice.
But no. Whatever he and Chuuya have done up to this point is not a duty. ]
Just means you're still kicking inside. That's good. Remember that.
[ It's only the whim of a performer who knows what it's like to lose himself in the roles he plays— ]
One day, it's gonna be all we got.
[ —and a fighter who can only reclaim himself with a violence that is intimately familiar. ]
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[maybe it's just the alcohol in his system or maybe it's just that chuuya feels like they have something of an understanding; either way, it's easier to say things like this, now.]
All I have right now is that will to keep fighting, you know? I don't know why I did the things I did when I was alive, I don't have any idea what kept me going... I just know I need to make it now, so that I can get it back. If I stop, I won't have anything left.